Pushing Up Daisies - TWD

For Now

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Warm water spews from the shower head.

Warm water.

Hot, even.

Daisy let's put a sigh of pure delight at the feeling of the water running down her body.

Arms wrap around her waist, and then she feels a body pressed against her back. Dot kisses her shoulder and holds her tight, making Daisy grin and lay her arms over the other girl's.

They take turns cleaning one another. It may be odd, but it's what they always do. Daisy feels so close to Dot doing this - lathering her with florally smelling soap, scrubbing her hair, all while planting soft, tender kisses along her body. She feels the same when Dot cleans her - she leans into the sweet touch, she feels so taken care of and loved. Dot always treats the sensitive scars coating Daisy's body so delicately. Dot's hands graze softly over the large, circular scars on her stomach and back, the jagged white lines on her shoulder, the other remnants of wounds she's gathered over the years. Daisy treats Dot's stump the same.

They change into the pajamas that they brought and cuddle into the guest room's bed. Maggie had insisted the girls stay with them, as they have an extra room and more than enough space. They'll probably eventually want their own house, but this will do for now.

Under the blankets, they face each other and interlock their hands between them.

"This is nice." Daisy whispers to Dot, rubbing her thumb along the back of Dot's hand.

Dot hums, but doesn't look totally in agreement, making Daisy quirk a brow in question.

"It's just...different, is all. It'll take some getting used to." Dot whispers back. "It seems too good to be true. Too normal."

"Well, we always have the cabin. To escape to, if need be. And we can make room for the others, too. But, for now, this place ain't too bad. We got our family back. Runnin' water, fuckin' electricity."

Dot sighs and nods, closing her eyes as Daisy traces a finger down her nose, to her cupid's bow, to her pink lips.

"Beth is dead." Dot breathes out after a moment, when Daisy thought that the other had fallen asleep. "She's dead. She's really dead. It's real, now."

Dot begins to cry then, great big sobs. Daisy pulls her close, whispering sweet-nothings, hands rubbing her back.

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"Oh my God. It's true."

The sudden, intruding voice makes Daisy jolt awake, the girl in her arms doing the same.

How the tables have turned, Daisy thinks. Once upon a time, back at the prison, Daisy had woken to find the woman she thought had been dead. Now, it's the same woman before her, finding out that Daisy is alive.

"Carol." Dot gasps, eyes still dazed with sleep.

The woman rushes across the room, and kneels on the bed as she envelopes both girls in her arms.

"You're alive." Carol leans away, to look back and forth at each of their faces. She has these sort-of haunted eyes. "You're both alive."

Only a little bit later, as Maggie and Glenn serve up breakfast for the two teenagers and Carol, the front door opens. Daisy's dad enters. Forgetting her eggs and bacon, she grins and runs to him, and he catches her in his arms and holds her tight.