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ONCE AGAIN TAKING IN HIS VIRGINITY HOLDER'S APPEARANCE, Daryl's eyes visibly wandered from every part of the younger woman's body, especially as she stayed focused on the suitcase in a squatting position.
Daryl's eyes softly swept from the top of Naomi's head, trying to take in every last detail before they moved lower to her face, a face that already drifted through every part of Daryl's mind.
So despite the hold her beauty had on him, he still managed to move his eyes lower, trailing the lightly slick skin of her neck, no doubt from the partially warm day.
The sun already beaming down at them with full intensity, yet that was the furthest thing from Daryl's mind as his attention dragged down to the way she was squatting down.
Giving him the ability to openly view her entire body, images of her naked quick to try and encompass his mind so he quickly spoke up to change his train of thought.
"Type 'ta what?" He naturally remarked as he paused his movement, not searching having already pulled the tools that he felt were needed into a pile in front of him.
Yet talking about his feelings, or rather emotions in general wasn't something the older man did often especially not with women, let alone one so much younger.
"To want anything more than that, than what we did." Naomi answered softly as she gazed forward at the contents of the suitcase, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders and she thought of other possibilities.
Thoughts of what could be possible if the man wasn't just interested in something on the side, even at the end of the world.
Something in which Naomi had no want in participating because she felt screwing around at the end of the world was less than important.
Although fun, it distracting from the point of surviving if it wasn't intended the be permanent, it was dumb to attempt only temporarily attach themselves to someone.
"Don't mean Ion wanna talk about it," Daryl spoke up from the trunk, causing Naomi to quickly glance over to him with furrowed eyebrows.
Realizing there was more to the redneck than she'd thought, pleasantly surprised at his sudden capacity for talking out his emotions.
Something he showed little signs of earlier on, especially after Merle had first been abandoned, however unbeknownst to Naomi, the Dixon man was under a tumultuous amount of emotions.
Feeling beyond uncomfortable attempting to talk out his feelings, however, he felt even more anxious when he couldn't keep an eye on Naomi.
Having learned the vast difference between seconds in minutes, especially with the time it took for those others cared about to be snatched away from them, Daryl didn't want to join the example. Especially since he'd just begun to develop feelings for the young Emersyn woman, those of which hit their peak the day of the night they'd slept together.
At the dinner that'd occurred once they'd entered the CDC Daryl couldn't keep his eyes off of her from the other side of the table, watching as she laughed and conversed with the others.
"If you don't want more, what's there to talk about?" Naomi asked as she gave up going through the suitcase, instead flipping it over and zipping it up before shoving one of them back into the car.
Lugging the other onto its side in a fashion similar to a person with lackluster strength, something which Naomi was pretending to be.
She struggled causing Daryl to pause as he once again felt himself hesitating to step near her, wanting the forethought of hesitating to disappear.
Yet the only way to do that was to.
"Is more an option?" He asked softly as he looked up at the woman's face, his hands slipping into his back pocket as he attempted to hide his nervousness.
Yet as he was only met with silence and a blank stare off toward the sky, Daryl naturally realized something was up with Naomi's behavior, especially given her silence.
"wut?" He asked softly in his backcountry drawl, this time taking a full step toward the young woman, pulling her hand into his by the wrist.
Contact of which Naomi simply ignored for the feeling of steps, ....a stampede, a..... horde; heading directly in their direction from straight ahead.
"There something...," The grown mutant mutters she tilts her head, holding off the changing of her eye knowing it would strengthen her powers but blow her cover. "moving?"
As she finished speaking both of their heads turned toward the direction the flow of traffic on the highway was meant to go, but was only met with a walker.
An undead body stumbling its way from behind the overturned semi-truck, yet with one came another, and another, and another.
Over two, maybe three dozen undead bodies appeared from seemingly nowhere, suddenly advancing toward both Daryl and Naomi, along with the rest of the group.
The sight of which almost pulled a loud gasp from the female of the pair, if not for Daryl's large hand quickly wrapping over her mouth.
The man took quick precautions to pull her behind the car they'd just been looting, before throwing a glance around the side of it.
Looking to see just how far the dead were, hoping for a chance to make it further away or rather closer to the rest of the group.
Naomi on the other hand quickly reached out to grab her bag from the place she left it, out in the open beside the car's back drive side door. Before quickly turning back to hide behind the car, pulling her knife from her book bag before a thought overtook her.
"The group," Naomi whispered after she watched Daryl grab a hold of his Crossbow, quick to yank at the back of his unclean shirt to quietly catch his attention. "no one else is gonna see them coming."
And at her reminder, Daryl only sucked his teeth causing a light smack to reverberate through his lips, before he threw another glance around the car.
Quick to note the undead closing in on them, their time to run, slowly slipping away because if one noticed them the rest would be soon to follow.
"Come on." He lightly spoke, so light that if not for Naomi's enhanced hearing she might've not caught onto what he was saying.
Although along with his words, the tightening of his grip on her left hand was a clear indicater of his intentions on moving.
Especially as he gave a testing pull forwards, before darting out in a crouched position; the two quickly and quietly weaving through a few cars.
