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They came to a stop at dark and decided to stop for the night. Daryl sat next to Samantha and they stared at the small fire they created. "You should sleep," he whispered. She scooted closer to him leaning against him, "So should you." She looked up at him her eyes glowing from the fire. He looked at her holding back his urge. "Sam?" He asked and she nodded.
He didn't care that there were people around them, he grabbed her chin bringing his lips to hers. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek and her hand went to the grass so she could stay propped up. His hand moved from her cheek to her leg. Her hand went to his neck bringing herself closer to him. She loved this moment more than anything.
His hand moved to her waist his fingers slipping under her shirt as he begged to feel more of her. She pulled back resting her forehead against his. "Daryl?" She asked. "Not yet," he said kissing her again. He didn't want the moment to be over yet. He wanted to feel this warmth all day every day.
She kissed him over and over again loving each soft touch, each shot of euphoria into her body. She wanted more of him, she wanted him to help her find her boundaries. How far she could go, she wanted him to help her find that.
"Daryl," she whispered. Neither pulled back completely, just enough to breathe and speak. "I," she looked at him and at his lips. "I uh, I..." she wondered if that's what she was feeling. Or if it was just sexual tension. "You make me happy, no one except Amelia has made me so happy." She whispered looking at him. That wasn't what she was gonna say, but it was easier than admitting what she thought was the truth, what was the truth.
"Don't try and find a reason for this," he said before kissing her one last time. A slow soft kiss. This time they both pulled back completely. She laid her head on his lap turning her head so it looked at his waist. He stared at her as she soon fell asleep. After a couple of minutes, he felt a pair of eyes on him, so he looked up. Michonne had a wide smile and raised her eyebrows. He rolled his eyes flipping her off.
Tyreese and Daryl didn't sleep; Tyreese stared at the fire in anger. Anger that they stopped and that the chance of his sister dying was even greater. He already lost Karen he couldn't lose his sister too.
In the morning they would continue their journey. They didn't run into walkers, which was something they all were happy about.
Tyreese took his shirt off so he could rinse the blood and guts off of it. "This is Turner Creak, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream," Michonne said. "Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride," Samantha said. She was laying down on the grass so her legs were bent. After a couple of minutes of silence "Yo Ty. Come on, let's go." Daryl said. "Vámonos!" Samantha yelled. "I'm high off adrenaline." She laughed. She didn't know why she felt so giddy considering she hadn't done anything to give her adrenaline.
"Come on," Daryl said putting his hand out. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her up. "You're strong," she said. "Dumbo," he chuckled at how she said he was strong. "Come on," he said pushing her forward. Michonne stayed as she tried to get Tyreese to leave.
