Chapter Twenty-Seven

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***SMUT ALERT...  IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING SEX SCENES, then keep reading until you see an alert for it and then skip it.***

The sun flooded the cell block in a lazy haze as Rose overheard Rick downstairs, commanding Maggie to go out and take watch. After hearing a few footsteps, Rose knew that Rick stopped at Glenn's cell to put something in there. She needed to keep her eyes on the unstable officer. "Field's filled with walkers. I didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch."

Daryl stepped down the stairs, winking at Rose as she causally leaned onto the balcony fence. She peered down below to see the group gathered together. There was Hershel and Michonne by the base of the stairways. Her fiery hair spilled over her shoulders and dangled in the air as she continued to keep an eye on Rick.

"I'll get up in the guard tower, take out half them walkers, give these guys a chance to fix the fence," Daryl suggested, stealing a glance at the redhead above him before meeting eyes with Rick. He couldn't stop the strange butterflies fluttering around in his stomach each time he looked at the beautiful warrior.

"Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place." Michonne shrugged her shoulders, bringing Daryl back to reality.

Hershel shook his head after doing the math, "We can't access the field without burning through our bullets."

Rose was still up on the balcony leaning down to look down at the group with a lazy smile on her face and Hershel found himself smiling along with her. It was a rare sight to see the redhead so pleasant. She leaned even further over the fence to meet eyes with Rick before nodding her head, "I'll go with you Daryl."

"So we're trapped in here," Glenn complained as he approached the group. The cut on his lip was recovering pretty well. However Rose saw that Glenn's right eye was still swollen and puffy. Perhaps later, she'll come by Glenn's cell and give him some of her secret remedy. God knows how many time she had to take care of her own injuries. "There's barely any food or ammo."

"Been here before. We'll be all right." Daryl assured. He wasn't willing to let a Negative Nancy like Glenn ruin his mood. He was happy. Yes he was worried. But hell. Daryl was happy for the first time in a long time.

"That's when it was just us," Glenn snarled back. "Before there was a snake in the nest."

"Man, we gonna go through this again? Look, Merle's staying here. He's with us now. Get used to it," Daryl took a step closer, narrowing his eyes on the Korean boy. He was sick of Glenn's whining. He sighed with a mutter under his breath. Daryl turned around on his heels, feeling the need to be beside his beautiful redhead.

"Hey Daryl." Rose smirked, seeing him out of the corner of her eyes. She turned around, her back against the fence to properly face Daryl. The redneck snuck his arms around Rose's tiny waist and grinned. He liked the way his name sounded on her lips.

Rose slowly moved out of Daryl's embrace, feeling uncomfortable. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be completely open with him out in public. But she found her body unwilling to leave his embrace. It felt so right to be in his arms but... there were eyes on them.

Daryl sensed her discomfort and guided her into his cell. He was seething inside with a new emotion. Nothing seemed very important anymore except her.

He was single-minded about her.

He was enchanted.

He was possessed.

He was in love.

When he had Rose in his arms, he could care less about what happens to his brother. Or what happens out there in the world. It didn't matter as long he had Rose. His fingers crept up from Rose's waist to her fingers. He felt her soft but calloused fingers interlacing with his.

"How long do you plan on keeping me hostage in here?" Daryl shot up to meet Rose's eyes and to his surprise, she was actually smiling. It was a punch to his guts. He couldn't even imagine how beautiful she was when she smiled and he was the reason for it. Rose, on the other hand, was feeling strange as the corners of her lips tugged up. She wondered if this was how smiling felt. That strange feeling deep down inside her that was bubbling over with warm feelings.

She was... happy.

Rose's whole body sank forward into his arms. His lips unexpectedly moved against hers, exploring her mouth so gently. Rose tried to mimic his movements--slowly, uncertainly, until she didn't have to think about it at all. It just felt right. Daryl let out a soft moan at her reaction and cupped his hands behind her head, pulling her closer until Rose couldn't tell where her mouth ended and his began. All of this sexual tension between them were becoming thicker and thicker. Rose wanted to be his lover in every way possible. She just didn't know why she took so long to realize this.

Maybe they were moving fast. Rose sure as hell didn't know. She had never been in a relationship where she actually loved in return. She had always been promised to somebody. It was a loveless relationship. But maybe there's no such things like "moving fast" in this zombie-infested world.

He could be dead tomorrow. She could be dead tomorrow. Rose felt Daryl grabbing her waist as if he was possessive of her. She was all his. Daryl slowly began to caress and massage Rose's body, stopping when he reaches her breasts. He was blind with lust but he didn't want to force Rose to do something she might've not wanted to do. But then he thought... who was he kidding? Himself? He would've already known if Rose didn't want to do it.

***SMUT BELOW***

Rose seductively bit his lip and moans into his mouth when she felt his hands cupping her breasts. Never before has she felt this much electricity. Daryl's hands slide back down and under her shirt, raising it. His hands slowly ran across her milky white stomach that were marred by dozens, if not thousands of scars. She was... beautiful.

The redneck slowly pulls her shirt off, seeing the lacy pink bra that kept him from her breasts. A bemused expression made its way to Daryl's face. Rose wearing a pink lacy bra just amused him. Rose out of all the other women in the world wore a pink lacy bra. After he discarded her bra, her ample breasts with their small, pink nipples were exposed. They were beautiful and perfect. It just reminded him how young Rose really was. She was only twenty-two. He gently pinches and pulls the small blossoms of nipples between his fingers.

Daryl starts his assault on her neck, leaving soft, moist kisses. Rose tilted her head back, allowing Daryl to ravish her. His hands are softly caressing and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were hardening a little more each time his fingertips lightly brush over them.

And suddenly Rose can feel the heat between her legs and it drove her crazy. She couldn't remember how or when Daryl took her to his bed as Rose lied in pleasure. Daryl kisses his way down to her breasts before wrapping his lips around a nipple. His tongue flicks over the small pink nub that sends chills down her spine.

A light knock had sent the two lovers into a frenzy. Rose pulled her shirt back on and Daryl pulled a pillow over his lap to cover up his obvious bulge. They struggled to regulate their breathing as Carol cautiously pulled aside the curtain and entered Daryl's cell. "Haven't had a chance to say I'm glad you came back."

"I'm glad too." Daryl managed to whisper, giving Carol a half smile. Carol nodded as she backed out of the room. It was strange for her to see Rose and Daryl alone but a small smile made its way to her face.

She knew it.

They deserved happiness. Both of them. The older woman turned back to smile at the two lovers and closed the curtain. Rose and Daryl held their breaths, listening to Carol going down the stairs. As soon Carol hit the last step, Rose and Daryl burst out in laughter.

Daryl glanced over to his beautiful love, enjoying the sound of her laughter. He wasn't sure if they'd ever be alone but god he needed her. He craved her. Daryl rolled over and took Rose's shorts off. Damn it. He was going to have his way with her and he wasn't going to be gentle about it.


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