We pulled up to a fairly nice brick house. Rick gave a light beep of the horn signaling to us that this was a stopping point. Daryl pulled into the yard, followed by the others, everyone parking with the vehicles facing the road for easier escape if needed. The roar of the motorcycle was cut when Daryl turned it off. Climbing off of the bike, I saw Cheyenne running toward me. Opening my arms, I caught her as she jumped up to me.
"Hey, honey." I smiled, grabbing her up in a hug. I kissed the side of her head and offered a smile.
"A new house! Least for a night or two." Cheyenne said, looking up at the house.
"Yea... Least for a night or two." I agreed. Cheyenne gave me a kiss on the cheek, before reaching out to Daryl. I handed her over to him, and she held onto him tight.
"Hey, Daryl." Chy whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were tired, and she was relaxed now that Daryl had her.
"Hey, Cheyenne." Daryl said quietly. My heart melted as she wrapped her little arms around his neck. Daryl looked tense, but he seemed to be getting used to Cheyenne and I. I felt better knowing that we were doing all we possibly could for the small child. She found comfort in us both, and we were going to have to be her parents since her parents were long gone. Or a walker.
"We're gonna go on inside and check it out. Looks all clear, but we're gonna do a sweep before lettin' everyone inside." Rick instructed. "T-Dog, Glenn, and Sam. Come with me." The four of them walked up the six little stairs and across the porch. They disappeared inside.
Daryl stayed right where he stood, Cheyenne in his arms. I noticed him gently lean his head against hers, a comforting gesture. Cheyenne looked as if she had fallen asleep, her head still on his shoulder. She was still holding onto him, and she looked so small. Once again, my heart melted.
I began to worry slightly about Sam, as I looked back toward the house. We hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk, and I felt like we needed to. I wanted to know what happened to him, how he got to that town. What he went through. He seemed to know how to keep himself alive, but I still worried. Isn't that what sisters do?
"All clear!" I heard Glenn's voice call out from inside, then he appeared in the doorway. I looked at Daryl for a moment, before turning around and walking over to Rick's vehicle. Opening the back, I grabbed up Cheyenne's blankets. I closed the hatch back as quietly as possible, before walking back over to Daryl and following him to the porch.
We walked inside and I looked around. The house wasn't as big as the last one, and there wasn't a fireplace, but it was still a home for a night. Something safe, or somewhat safe, for us to be able to rest up for the next day's journey. I constantly had to remind myself that nothing was safe. Not anymore.
"There are five bedrooms. One of the rooms is a kid's room. It has two twin beds. Carl and Cheyenne can sleep in there. We'll alternate between the bedrooms, unless anyone wants to sleep on the floor. Watch duty is Daryl, Spencer, and I. T-Dog, Hershel, and Sam are after us. Then Glenn, Maggie, and Beth." Rick nodded and walked over to Carl.
Daryl and I made our way into the kid's room, seeing the two beds. They were neatly made, like nothing horrible ever happened. Like they were waiting to be used. I pulled down the covers, and Daryl laid Cheyenne down onto the bed. Covering her up with extra blankets, I whispered "I love you", and kissed her head. Daryl touched the top of her head softly, before turning away and walking back into the hall. I followed.
"Watch duty, here we come." I mumbled, and started to walk away. I felt Daryl's hand grab mine, and I turned back toward him. His face was etched with worry. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'." Daryl shook his head slightly, and I put a hand to his face.
"Let's go?" I asked.
"Yea." He nodded and together we walked back into the living room area. Walking toward the stairs, Daryl and Rick followed behind me. Once to the top, Daryl walked past me, walking into one of the bedrooms. Rick and I followed, as Daryl pushed a window up, allowing us to climb out onto the roof.
"I'll go to the front of the house." Rick said flatly, as walked away. I could hear his quiet footsteps, until he reached the front of the house. He must have sat down, because all was quiet. Daryl and I sat down, looking out at the backyard. All was still, silent. Catching Daryl's gaze, I looked to the left, seeing a tire swing. Don't think.
Looking up at the sky, I saw the sun was beginning to set. The colors seemed to swirl together in an odd blend of purples, oranges, pinks, and blue sky. It was beautiful and sad at the same time. It reminded me of how the world once was, and made me think how it may never be again. It was beautiful, though. I couldn't deny that.
"Beautiful, huh?" I mumbled, my eyes still looking at the sunset.
"Yea." Daryl mumbled back, his eyes locked on my face. I looked over at him, tilting my head slightly.
"Can I ask you somethin'?" I looked into his eyes.
"Sure." He replied, glancing at the sky.
"Didn't think I should ask before, but... How'd you get those scars?" I almost expected him to get angry and it worried me. We had been doing so good. He looked back at me, his face blank.
"My father. He was abusive. A drunk." Daryl said quietly.
"And Merle?" I pressed.
"Merle's Merle." Daryl smirked. "He left soon as he could. Left me there. Went into the military."
"So, he used to get it to." I stated.
"An' he jus' left me there to fend for myself." Daryl shook his head. "What about you and Sam?"
"Well... After the incident in my room, Sam never left me home alone. He stayed in the house 'til I turned seventeen. Shay and I were both workin'. She knew my home situation, so we both moved out at seventeen. My parents went crazy, they were pissed. Said they wouldn't pay for my college. Told 'em that's fine with me. Long as I ain't gotta ever see 'em again, I didn't care. After I left, I never went back. Neither did Sam. He moved to Atlanta. That's where I was headin' that day on the road. Tryin' to find Sam." I explained.
"Did you think you would?" Daryl asked gruffly.
"Find him? Honestly... No. Didn't think I'd ever see anyone I knew again. You think Andrea and Shay made it?" I asked suddenly.
"Dunno." Daryl admitted. I shook my head.
"Somethin's gotta give, somewhere. Can't keep livin' like this." I said, watching the last bit of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon.
"You know Imma keep you and Cheyenne safe." Daryl stated. I looked at him, searching his eyes with mine. Scooting closer to him, I let out a breath and skimmed my eyes over the area. We sat in silence, just watching as night took over and everything grew dark. Footsteps were coming toward us, then Rick appeared.
"Nothin'?" Rick looked around.
"Nothin'." I replied.
"I'll go get the others so we can get some rest." Rick said quietly, and then he was gone. Within a few minutes, T-Dog and Sam climbed through the window, followed by Hershel. Daryl and I stood up, and left the three men, giving them a nod on our way inside.
I climbed through the window, Daryl behind me. As I walked down the stairs, I suddenly felt as if I hadn't slept in months. Trying to shake the feeling, I reached the bottom of the stairs. Carol greeted us with two plates. Smiling, I took one and Daryl grabbed the other. Beans had never looked so good in my life.
"The far back bedroom is empty. It's the last room on the right... Oh, and Hershel found a generator in the basement. The hot water tank... Hot water, we got it. Take a shower. The kids are already cleaned up, I woke them up, got them showered...now they're back in bed.. We brought everyone's stuff inside." Carol pointed down the hallway. "Room's that way."
"Thanks!" I called, as Daryl and I turned away from the woman and walked toward the bedroom. I whirled toward him as soon as he shut the door. "Hot water." I was excited. Daryl's lips twitched upward and he snorted out a half laugh. We sat on the edge of the bed and ate our dinner. When we finished, Daryl held out his hand, and I gave him my paper plate.
"Go on, take ya shower." Daryl whispered. I smiled and let out a small laugh.
"Hot water." I mumbled, walking from the bedroom. Grabbing up my bag, I found a bathroom, and turned on the shower. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the water was scalding hot. After turning the shower knobs and testing the water a few times, I finally found the perfect temperature.
Digging through my bag, I scooped up my body wash, shampoo, and my razor. Thank the Lord. I mumbled to myself. I stripped quickly, then stepped into the shower, the hot water pouring over me. Chills splayed across my skin from the hot trinklets of water running over my cold body.
I quickly began shaving my legs. Trying not to cut myself, I shaved everywhere, feeling smooth and refreshed. Just as I was lathering my hair with shampoo, I heard a click. I stopped moving, listening. Nothing, silence. Must be paranoid. I continued massaging my scalp, the hot water rushing over me. Suddenly, the curtain moved, and Daryl was standing there. I jumped slightly and stepped back.
"I locked the door..." I mumbled, staring at him.
"I can pick locks, ya know." Daryl growled playfully. "Room for me?"
"Please." I stepped aside, realizing that he had already removed his clothing. Daryl stepped into the shower, and I leaned back into the water, washing the shampoo from my hair. Squeezing my eyes shut, I ran my hands over my hair, making sure the shampoo was out. Shaking my head, I opened my eyes, meeting Daryl's blue ones. "C'mere."
Daryl stepped forward. The dirt and grime from his skin was disappearing, washing away down the drain. I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed some out. On my tip toes, I ran my hands over Daryl's head until it was covered in white suds. His eyes were closed, and when I stepped away, he dunked his head under the water until the shampoo was rinsed out.
We both bathed off quickly, and as soon as I rinsed off, I turned to shut the water off. Before I could reach the knob, my back was against the wall and Daryl was pressed against me. His lips were only inches from mine. Looking into his eyes, I watched as he glanced down at my lips. I grabbed his shoulders for support, waiting on him to make a move.
For a moment, he just stared at me. Then he tilted his head and leaned down into me. Our lips met like a wave crashing into the rocks, and my body tingled as the hot water rushed over us. Pressing me harder into the wall, he kept kissing me, the kiss becoming rougher. Opening my mouth to him, I felt his tongue slide over mine, and I pulled him closer.
His hand slid down my body through the water, and I gasped slightly at his touch. His finger moved slowly, teasingly, and I let out a small whimper. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he ducked his head down, his lips trailing kisses along my jaw line. Kissing down my neck, he nipped gently at my skin. The water was rushing in my ears, his hand, his lips, everything...
"Daryl, please." I whispered against his ear.
"You okay?" Daryl stopped suddenly, looking at me.
"Yes." I breathed, nodding.
"You want to?" He asked sincerely, his blue eyes searching mine.
"Daryl, shut up and kiss me." I whispered, earning a smirk and his lips on mine. Wrapping a leg around his waist, I broke the kiss, pushing my forehead against his shoulder as he entered me. I grimaced slightly against his shoulder, but once he started moving against me, I lost all thought and raised my head, kissing his neck, up to his ear.
I pulled him closer, he leaned against me harder. Our mouths touched, I leaned my head back, teasing. He leaned forward, kissing me roughly. I bit his lip gently, causing him to move faster. Moaning quietly, my hand found the back of his neck as we kissed. His tongue slid over mine, and I dug my nails into the back of his neck. Breaking our kiss, I kissed his neck, then my mouth was near his ear.
"Daryl.." I whispered, his name as I felt myself going somewhere, somewhere high. Pleasure flooded over me like a wave, and I shuddered against him. His hand ran up my neck softly, grabbing the hair at the back of my neck. He thrust against me one more time before relaxing, and I held onto him, needing support. We stood, leaned against the shower wall, his head against mine.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. It seemed like eternity before he let me go and I turned off the water quickly. Wrapping a towel around myself, I stepped out of the shower and looked up at him. Daryl walked toward me, backing me against the wall. My legs felt weak at the look he was giving me, something caught between passion and love.
Daryl kissed me softly, then stepped away. He dressed, then walked out of the bathroom without a word. I sagged against the wall, trying to process what had just happened. Pulling myself up straight, I dressed quickly as the bathroom was growing cool. Folding my towel, I set it on the bathroom rack and opened the door. I walked to the bedroom, and shut the door behind me. Daryl was laying on the bed, his eyes meeting mine as I walked closer to him. Pulling down the covers on my side, I climbed into the bed.
Daryl rolled toward me, leaning over me. I let out a little smile, and he leaned down, kissing me gently. I returned the kiss, my stomach fluttering. When he pulled away, I noticed he had no shirt on. His hands ran under my shirt, lifting it up and off of me. Pulling off my sweat pants, he threw them somewhere. He stripped me down, his eyes wandering over my body. Feeling a bit self conscious, I blushed slightly looking down.
"Don't do that." Daryl propped my chin up with his finger. "You're beautiful, girl." With that, he kissed my lips softly, before kissing down my jaw, to my neck. The stubble on his face tickled and scratched against my skin as he kissed down my chest to my stomach. His tongue touched my skin, causing me to squirm. He was between my legs, when he lifted his head, his eyes full of boyish charm. Mischief.
"Hn." He grunted playfully, before kissing my inner thigh. Taking in a sharp breath, I could feel his breath against my skin. Against me. When his tongue slid over me, I shivered deeply, grabbing the sheets for support. Anything to keep me grounded to the bed. My back arched slightly as his tongue flicked against me. I let a moan escape me, and though quiet, I knew he heard it because it only caused his motions to become faster.
"Daryl.." I whimpered. "Daryl.." I was breathing hard. I shuddered against him, and the most powerful pleasure coursed though my body. I wanted to scream his name, but I knew I couldn't. I was shaking against him as he stopped and looked up at me with something resembling a grin.
Turning away, I smiled, still shaking a little. I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me against him. Still shaking, he pulled me close, his breath tickling my ear. I pushed myself against him, feeling the warmth from his body radiating onto mine. He was like a fucking heater. His hand grabbed my face gently, and he turned it toward him.
"Spencer." He said, looking into my eyes.
"Yea?" I managed to say.
"You're my girl." Daryl's voice was barely above a whisper. Something about the way he said it, brought tears to my eyes. His voice was so gentle, so...loving.
"Yea, I am." I nearly choked the words out. He smirked and pulled me closer. I rolled around to face him, and with our noses touching, I drifted off into a dark dreamless sleep.
"DARYL! SPENCER!" Maggie's voice pierced into my sleep. "GET UP, WE GOTTA GO, NOW!"
Ohhhhhh myyyyy Godddddd... So I did a smush smush scene ! Lawdddd. Haha, I figured it was about damn time. Originally at the end I wrote him telling her "I love you", but I decided not to with better judgement. I wanna save that for another day ! Don't worry he will tell her when he's ready. Today's just not the day ! But he showed her, huh ?! I think so !
And Daryl with Cheyenne ? Cute cute for sure ! I really am enjoying doing this whole "on my own" writing for the gap between the farm and the prison ! I hope you all love it as much as I love writing it ! The readers and REVIEWERS ARE AWESOME AS ALWAYSSSS ! (Sorry for the update wait, I am going crazy between work and trying to find a house and better job.)
Hope all was enjoyed !
~Kaila