[ season 2 ]
✰ in which every corner of the world becomes the world's most loneliest corner, but the girl tucked away on her family's farm would bet all the money in her pockets that hers is the loneliest.
and the guy who meets her up there, bringi...
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CHAPTER TWELVE ➶ DARYL DIXON
｡°⚠︎°｡ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘴𝘦𝘹
JACK WALSH sleeps down the hall from his daughter's bedroom where her door is shut and moonlight casts a white light onto the floorboards. they creak beneath my feet and i take that as a sign to toe off my boots while indiana lifts the bottom of my shirt.
the second it's tossed to the floor, my hands are on her again, kneading the skin at her waist. i kiss her as she pulls me by my belt, my hips knocking flush with hers and i groan against her mouth. i let her undo the buckle, flick the button of my jeans with her thumb, and tug down the zipper before i lift her own shirt up over her head.
once i do, her hair falls down in wispy strands over her face where a longing look takes hold in her eyes. her lips are parted just enough for my own to fit right over them and she's so damn beautiful.
i always wonder why the hell someone like her even looks at me, but instead of dwelling on it, i tug her back into my arms, not wanting to waste a moment of time where she is looking at me—out of fear that maybe one day she won't anymore.
i recall the tone of merle's whistle tonight as he stepped out of the car to talk to me. pulled over beside a sprawling field, he drawled, the blondie, shane's niece, is it? yeah, she's real beautiful. the world is hard now, baby brother, even harder than it was before.
beautiful things don't last long here.
i shove my brother's voice out of my head, his taunts from earlier, and focus on where i'm at right now as i push indiana down onto her bed. pillows puff around her head as she falls on them, the top of her comforter just as cool and crisp as i know the inside of her sheets are.
i told her i'd tell her anything she wanted to know in the morning, but for tonight i just want her. i don't want to talk about my brother. it's been months since the last time i saw him, months of wondering if he's alive, but after his knuckles broke the skin around my eye a few hours ago, i don't want to talk about him.
indiana manages to shove my jeans down as she kisses me, and i love the tiny little shorts she wears, how easy they are to pull off.
i slot myself back between her legs and feel my heart beating against the wall of my ribs as she wraps her legs around me, only the thinnest bit of cotton between us. my fingers brush the inside of her thigh and she deepens the kiss at that one small touch.
her skin is so soft and when i dip my fingers just underneath the seam of her underwear, i groan at how wet she is. "oh my god." i mutter into her neck. "you're fuckin' perfect."
she whispers my name in protest, a hand reached down between us but she can't reach me as i trail my mouth down her chest. she's wearing this thin yellow bra i want to rip off of her with my teeth.
