We're The Ones Who Live | The Walking Dead (2)

Part 37 - Money, Money, Money

CJ's index finger lightly traced the scar on her right cheek, starting from the outer corner of her eye and traveling down to her jawline. The skin of the scar was pale white, surrounded by an outline of red that was probably never going to fade away. Though the wound was given to her almost a year ago by now, and she had gotten used to seeing it in the mirror every day, it still served as a reminder of one of the worst nights, and darkest times, of her life.

She stood in the bathroom of the apartment, wearing only a white towel, having just stepped out of the shower. It was only when she had swiped her hand over the mirror to remove the condensation that she paused upon seeing the scar, and it made her think.

Being at the Commonwealth was so different to the life she lived before. All the dangers, the fears, the hell that belonged to the world outside this city seemed so distant sometimes. Like none of it was real. Like it was just a bad dream.

There was a knock at the bathroom door before it was gently pushed open, and Daryl stuck his head around the door. He had a shirt on, but it was unbuttoned to expose his scared chest and stomach.

CJ looked at him through the mirror, smiling softly as she moved her hand away from her face and picked up the hairbrush on the sink. Daryl closed the door before walking over to her, his arms wrapping around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Don't you have work?" CJ quirked and eyebrow.

"In a bit," Daryl mumbled, turning his head and kissing her cheek. "You okay?"

"Mhmm," CJ nodded. "Why do you ask?"

"Been in here a while," Daryl replied. "Looked like you were deep in thought."

"I was just thinking about everything," she shrugged. "You know, everything before coming here. How different things are."

"Hmm," Daryl hummed in agreement, his hands stroking the soft materiel of the towel around CJ's body. "I think about it too. Feels like a lifetime ago."

"When it was really barely a year ago that it started," CJ whispered. "Sometimes it feels like it didn't really happen. Then I see... this." She ran her finger over the scar on her face again. "And it reminds me... And I know it was real."

Daryl pulled on CJ's arms, turning her around to look at him. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over the scar on her right cheek.

"You can't think about it that way," Daryl said softly. "This... it ain't bad. It's a sign that you got through it. You lived, and I got you back after everythin'. And we worked through it, right?"

CJ sniffled and nodded her head. "Yeah... Yeah, we did."

Daryl smiled before pressing small kisses all down her scar. CJ closed her eyes, smiling softly as her hands rested on Daryl's hips, grabbing his belt and pulling him closer.

She rested her forehead against his when he stopped kissing her face. Their noses brushed against each other before CJ reached up to rest her hands on the sides of Daryl's neck, pulling him close and pressing her lips to his.

Daryl smiled into the kiss as he snaked his arms around his wife's middle, lifting her up and sitting her on the counter next to the sink. CJ giggled as she wrapped her arms around Daryl's neck whilst he stood between her legs.

After a minute of their lips moving together in sync, she felt his hand move to try and unwrap the towel from her body, and she hummed and reached for his wrist, pulling away from the kiss.

"Nope," she grinned cheekily. "You have work."

Daryl frowned with a huff, leaning forwards and resting his forehead against CJ's shoulder.