『 I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight
I didn't mean to fall in love tonight 』
Sabrina Rhodes has known hardship her entire life, with an abusive father and mother to lost in the manipulation he provides. Growing up she moved from state to state bef...
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017| test subject nineteen 『"I knew robots would take over one day."』
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Sabrina woke up on Daryl Dixon's bare chest with a raging headache. She groaned, throwing her hand over her face as she attempted to sit up. Instead of sitting up though, she was stopped by Daryl's arm holding her in place. He was snoring softly, his head tilted to the side.
"Look who's snoring now." She whispered, bringing her hand to his face. She stroked his cheek softly until the man's eyes fluttered open.
"'Morning." He said, unsure of what to do. The woman he loved was in his arms and they drunkenly kissed last night. Should they talk about it? He didn't know how. He wasn't proficient in this kind of thing.
"I'm going to go search for Frankie, maybe some breakfast, maybe some meds." Sabrina said, patting his arm that was still latched around her waist. "You'll need to loosen your grip Dare."
"Sorry." Daryl grunted, moving his arm so she could climb back over him. He tried not to focus on the way her chest was in his face, or the fact that her bare legs were touching his bare chest. Except he was focusing on that and when she turned her back, he grabbed the blanket they shared to drape it over his waist to cover his morning wood.
"You comin'?" She questioned, quirking an eyebrow as she grabbed her pair of jeans off the floor, pulling them up over his boxers. Great. He thought, now he had to think about the fact that he knew what she was wearing under her own clothes, and that they were his.
"You go on," Daryl said letting out a cough, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes for a moment trying to look at anything other than Sabrina. Things were going to get real awkward, real fast if he did. "I'll catch up. Might shower."
"Okay..." Sabrina said with a pout on her lips. Lips that he now knew what they tasted like, and Daryl's button up shifted showing her bare shoulder underneath. His breath caught in his throat once more. "I'll see ya soon. Be prepared to hear all the details of Frankie and Sophia's sleepover."
"Can't wait." Daryl said with an anxious laugh and he watched as the redhead exited the room, shutting the door behind her. He ran his hand down his face then through his hair anxiously. He was done for.
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"Don't ever, ever, ever let me drink again." Glenn said, groaning into his plate. A fork dangled from his hand as he pressed the back of it against his forehead.
"Aww, honey..." Sabrina said, rubbing the boys back. "I remember my first time drinkin' too much. Threw up all over Daryl's truck."
That was a fond memory, for all the wrong reasons. It was dollar well night at the dive bar the Dixon brothers and Sabrina frequented. She drank herself sick with whiskey, and some tall handsome stranger had approached her offering to take her home.
