Poisoned Ivy re-write (Title in progress)

Chapter 4: The CDC pt. 2

A/N: This is a very long chapter, and for the most part follows the episode TS-19 (S1E6) exactly. Protip, don't write your fics to have word for word dialogue with the show it takes way to fucking long.

Ivy's pov:

I wake up sweating my ass off. When I open my eyes I expect to find sunlight coming from somewhere, but then I remember we're underground. I don't think I'm going to get used to this. I feel arms wrapped around my stomach, and my legs all tangled up with the person behind me. I recognize the snoring and I know it's Daryl. We've slept in the same bed countless times, I haven't woken up to him being wrapped around me until now. It's nice. We're all wrapped up in the blanket, the pillows we started the night with are on the floor. His head is right behind mine, I try to pull away from him to go take another shower, but he pulls me into him even closer. Our hips are flush now.

"Don' leave yet," Daryl grumbles, tightening his arms around my waist and putting his head on top of mine. His stubble is stabbing me.

I can't help but laugh at his behavior. My laughter is quiet, but it makes my whole body shake a little. This is when I notice something poking my lower back. Almost instantly I know what it is, or well who it is more accurate. I feel a blush come over my cheeks, I'm surprisingly not as hung over as I thought I would be. I slowly start to wiggle my hips against Daryl's. When I feel what's poking me twitch I have to cough to cover a laugh.

"Stop movin' 'round," Daryl mutters, using a hand on my waist to push me away from him and pin my hips to the bed. Our legs are still tangled together, we are just farther apart now.

I laugh again and apologize, but it falls on deaf ears. I was about to try and get some more sleep when there is a knock on the door, then it opens. The squeaking of the hinges was enough to get Daryl to sit up instantly, when did he take off his shirt? I roll over to face the door and see a very pale and wide eyed Rick.

"Oh um," Rick stuttered, "Sorry, I just, uh," he kept tripping over his words.

"Calm down, Rick just spit it out," Daryl says, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not like that," I say to him, leaning around Daryl's naked torso.

"Oh, yeah right," Rick paused thinking of why he came in in the first place, "There's breakfast, I saw you guys weren't there and thought I'd get you," He finishes. When he's done speaking he bolts out the door.

"Why was he acting so weird?" Daryl asks me as he rolls off the bed.

"I have no idea," I say to him sarcastically as he stands.

I flop back down on the bed now taking up the whole thing, I put my hands up above my head and stretch out as far as possible. I feel something in my back pop which makes Daryl turn around.

"What the hell was that?" He asked me.

"Just my back," I say through a yawn.

He nods and lifts his arms behind him and arches his back to crack it, a series of loud pops follow his movements. I see how his abs are flexed, and exactly how toned his broad chest is. He's only wearing a pair of black sweatpants that hang low on his hips, showing off a very nice v-line. That's when my eyes travel down to a very prominent tent in his pants. I understand it has nothing to do with me, it's just biology, but I can't help but laugh anyway.

"What's so funny," Daryl asks me.

"I think I figured out what made Rick so spooked," I answer him.

"Care to share with the class?" He asks me annoyed.

I don't say anything, I just look him up and down trying to get my point across without words. It doesn't work.