All the squirrels in Georgia

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Alex's P.O.V.

We pulled up to this medow place that was far from the prison. When Daryl turned the bike off I stood up off of the bike and looked around. Its very beautiful.

I felt kisses going up my neck and hands sliding up and down my body. I moan as his hands slid over me and I push my body into his. I turned around and slammed my lips into his.

Quickly I take off his vest, jacket, then shirt. I run my fingers over his chest causing him to groan. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He moved and laid me down on his cloths. Gently he slid off my shirt and bra.

He kissed down my jaw, neck and down my stomach. His hands slid down my sides as he got lower and I let out a moan.

---Little while later---

We pulled up to the prison and Carol opened the gate for us. My head laid on Daryl's back as we moved and when the bike came to a stop I got off. Just as Daryl got off Carol ask to speak with him. He nods and they step off to the side.

Daryl's P.O.V.

"Now your going around screwing girls?" Carol snapped.

"I ain't screwing her!" I snap back.

"Sure as hell looks like it," She spats, "You two are always together."

"So?" I question.

"Why don't you go with someone your age?" She ask.

"Like who?" I snap, "I sure as hell ain't gettin' with Rick."

"I ment me!" She yells.

"Look I wouldn't date ya fore all the squirrels in Georgia!" I yell back.

"I ain't talking about dating." She says in a duh tone.

"I wouldnt fuck ya fore all the squirrels in the world!" I scream, "Why dont ya go fuck ya prisoner friend? What's his name? Axel?"

"Daryl he is just a fr-"

"Yea and we ain't nothin'," I snap, "We ain't friends, we ain't fuck buddies, we ain't dating, we ain't shit! I just know ya as a person and ya know me as a person!"

"Daryl you do-"

"I sure as hell mean it!" I yell, "Just leave me be! I don't wanna see yer desperate ass 'round Alex either!"

"Daryl I just want a chance." She says as I start to walk off.

"Yea," I say stopping, "and people in hell want slurpies."

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