Daryl slowly started moving towards me and I found myself retreating until my back was pressed flat against the wall of the small house. A small smirk appeared on his lips, when he finally approached me, placing his hands on both sides of my head. He was more than a head taller than me, so in order to look at him, I had to tilt my head back. I felt my heart speeding up to an unnatural rate, which got even more frantic, when his hands started moving from the sides of my head lower, caressing my hair and neck. When he touched my arms, I closed my eyes at the contact, shuddering slightly.
Daryl's hands were now moving even slower, teasing my skin with his gentle touch and coming to a stop at my waist. When his hands sneaked under the material of my shirt to touch my bare skin, I gasped involuntarily, leaning on him. As if on cue, he moved closer to me and my arms snaked around his neck, connecting our bodies. I felt the hard, calloused skin of his fingers gently caressing the skin on my waist, and the sensation was so heavenly I bit my lower lip and purred quietly, pushing myself flush against him.
My nipples started hardening at the contact with his muscled chest and my breaths were short and erratic. I could feel Daryl's fingertips drawing circles on my waist and moving slightly up, now kneading softly on my ribcage and the knowledge of his destination literally melted my brain.
"Like it?", he asked in a soft murmur, which reverenced in his chest, sending a delightful shiver through my body. I opened my eyes and looked at him through my lashes. His stormy blue eyes were now a couple of shades darker than minutes ago, staring at me with such intensity I felt my knees weaken a bit.
Not having the strength to answer properly, I just nodded, my eyes never leaving his. Slowly, he moved his head and brushed my lips in a butterfly light kiss, which only left me longing for more. Standing on my toes and pulling Daryl down at the same time, I crashed our lips forcefully. I felt him smiling slightly into my mouth and after a short while, he bit my lower lip in an attempt to deepen the kiss. I gasped and opened my mouth eagerly as my tongue met his, stroking and exploring.
His hands moved to my butt in one swift motion and grabbing both cheeks in his palms, he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I squealed in surprise straight into his mouth and made a small attempt to move my head back, but he didn't let me break the kiss, attacking my lips with newly found eagerness. The feeling of his body against mine was completely exquisite and the rough wall behind my back strengthened my experience in a way that was completely incomprehensible to me.
Daryl's lips left mine, to my great dismay. I whined with dissatisfaction, but my disapproval quickly changed into pure joy, as he started tracing light kisses on my jaw. I groaned lightly, tipping my head to grant him easier access, and with a soft chuckle against my skin, he obliged. His lips now moved to my neck and were quickly joined by his tongue. If he wasn't holding me pinned to the wall, I would probably fall to the ground, the feeling of extreme weakness completely overtaking me. When he bit on the sensitive flesh just below my ear, I couldn't help but close my eyes tightly and moan his name loudly, earning myself a low groan.
All of a sudden, I heard a cry. Not long and piercing, one that could be heard when the biters attacked; it was quieter, a bit pitiful and helpless maybe. I wanted to tell Daryl, but when I opened my eyes, he wasn't there. I looked around, but I was completely alone, at my parent's house, sitting on a couch in the living room. The crying was becoming more insistent, but I couldn't quite spot the source of it. I got up, deciding to search for it, but to my horror, it appeared the sofa was standing on the verge of a dark chasm, so I started falling down.
I opened my eyes, breathing frantically. I was laying in the darkness and right next to me, I heard the crying of a kid. I got up quickly and scooped her in my arms from the small box, imitating a baby crib, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.
"Victoria Watts, you are officially fucked up," I murmured to myself, trying to ignore the wetness in my pants, getting a bottle of formula for the now calming baby.
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When the morning came, I couldn't be more relieved. Even though the baby slept fairly well, I kept moving around without the ability to fall back asleep. I felt stupid and insanely aroused by my dream. I also felt slightly guilty, as yesterday I discovered there might be a thing between Daryl and Carol, as he brought her a rose in the evening. I mean, I know he wasn't cheating on her with me and the whole thing was just my imagination, but shit did the dream give me ideas.
I stretched slowly and started my morning routine. Back in the old times, I wouldn't call myself fit or even fairly dextrous. If anything, my eating disorders and general lack of food after the outbreak made me definitely slimmer, while the need to constantly run gave me a fairly good idea I had to stay fit for my own safety. Because of that, I always started my morning with some exercises and after weeks of this new life, I could feel a difference in both my physical condition and look. The always chubby Victoria was nowhere to be seen, though I couldn't quite decide whether my old life was the price I was willing to pay for a better body. Scratch that, I would definitely rather gain the extra pounds again in order to get back to the way things were before the dead decided it was time to get back up.
However, this time I was cut short by the baby, who stirred in her bed and grunted, seeking attention. I got up from the floor and wiped the sweat from my face with yesterday's T-shirt, moving towards the baby.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I smiled at her and earned myself a happy giggle, "Had some good dreams?"
I picked the little girl up and placed her on the bed. While I had absolutely no previous experience with children, I had to admit I was getting pretty good at changing diapers and mixing the formula. Well, at least she wasn't complaining and OF COURSE, it had nothing to do with the fact she was too small to talk.
"Let's go and grab some breakfast," I said, when the baby was good to go, "Maybe we will even get you some scrambled eggs, what do you say?"
She cooed happily, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling. Note to self: learn to tie your hair without elastic bands, or soon, your hair will just be a nice memory. I opened the door of my room and met Beth, who greeted me with a huge smile.
"Good morning," her nice voice caught the baby's attention and she finally stopped trying to to epilate my head with her tiny fingers.
"Hey," I smiled, "Thank you so much for your clothes. You didn't have to give me another set!"
She shrugged, "Not like I get a chance to destroy them; I have more than enough good clothes to spare. Anyways, come on, I came here to tell you that breakfast is ready."
"Oh," I muttered, a bit surprised, "Thank you!"
I wanted to say I thought I would eat with the group outside, but bit my tongue at the very last second. It would sound somewhat ungrateful, even though I was only surprised; yesterday Glenn told me at supper the inhabitants of the house were mostly keeping to themselves.
We started towards the kitchen, when Beth turned her head towards me, "You know, I've been thinking about the name, for the baby."
"Oh, and what did you come up with?"
She bit her lower lip, her smile suddenly turning a bit sheepish, "I always wanted to be named 'Rose', you know? Like the female from Titanic. And, you know, they share something, they both survived against the odds."
I winced internally, keeping my expression stoic.
Rosie, of course. A neverending reminder of my sex fantasies of a taken man.
"I think that's a beautiful name," I said and seriously hoped my voice sounded as convincing as the one in my head, which was telling me to find the nearest lake and just rid them of my existential problems as well as my very existence.