Desus spark

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Jesus pov

"We've got a Carol and a Maggie, I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about," I hear from the walkie. I glance around slowly. I look over to Rick he's shaking his head. I can't believe we've come this far and gotten this close to ending it. Now this. I fix my hat. An anxious habit I have. I look over at Daryl. His tall, muscular figure slouching in disappointment. It's Carol. He loves her. I hate it but I know we need to find them. I need to see him happy. "Let's split up and find them," I say. The group looks at me. Sudden awkward eye contact with Glenn makes me aware of the groups confusion and I go to explain myself. "I-I mean they can't be far away. If they can see us. Lets split up and go into the woods and-," I'm interrupted, "Thats a good idea," mumbles Daryl, "Rick, you take Glenn and Michonne. I'll go with Jesus, Abraham take the rest of the day group." I was shocked at first. Why did Daryl want to go with me? Maybe it's because he doesn't trust me. I sigh, its cause he doesn't trust me, I think to myself. He and Rick start discussing which way they're going to go. I start fiddling with my gun. I take out the bullets and run them through my fingers. I'm startled by a tap on my collar bone. Daryl is standing in front of me. He dominates the air all around me. I feel as if I'm the only one who feels the killer tension which makes me gulp hard. "We're going this way," he says pointing towards a spot in the woods. He turns and shifts his crossbow around his shoulder. I follow him obediently. We start walking through the tall grass. He stops and I accidentally bump into him. I feel myself losing control of myself. I panic as I feel my sudden erection. I gulp and start to sweat. What if Daryl notices. How do I explain myself if he asks. He bends down and starts checking the ground. I twitch at the sight of seeing him bent over. He stands up and turns around to face me. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip. "Got some tracks," he says. I nod slowly. He glances me up and down. He looks down from my waist and smirks a little to himself. This doesnt make sense. I thought to myself. I was more embarrassed now. I felt my cheeks flush. I wiped my forehead clean of sweat. He turns back around and starts walking slowly waiting for me to catch up. I try not to get too close to him knowing my own lack of control. He stops fast again making me bump into him. Oh the agony. I wimper to myself. Why is he teasing me, I think. He turns once again catching me panic. He brings his hand up slowly and rests it on my shoulder. "What are you so nervous about? Scared of some walkers now?" He says grinning. He tilts his head to the side letting his hair fall across his forehead. He lets his hand fall slowly using the tips of his fingers to run down my torso. His light touch hesitates before he reaches my belt. He starts picking at the leather gently. I can't take the teasing but he stops. He lets his hand fall to his side. A horrid moan a couple yards away gets our attention. Perfect timing, walker. I think sighing in relief. Daryl grabs the knife in his pocket and springs at it. The muscles in his arm flexes as he stabs the walker through the skull. I put my head down and we keep walking through the woods, Daryl in front of me. I'm still hard and I can't distract myself from the thought of being with Daryl. He hasn't said anything for about ten minutes now and I can't take it. I bit my lip and look around me briefly. I speed up and grab his hand. Before he can turn to face me I rush into his lips. I grab his face with both my hands and slowly start to kiss him. He starts kissing me back slouching to be at the perfect position. He pushes his lips against mine harder. He grabs the back of my head to gain control. He moves his body closer to mine. I feel his erection against my thigh which turns me on even more. Before I know it he positions his hand at my lower back. I jump up onto him, wrapping my legs around him, hanging onto his chest. He moves his hand to hold my ass with one hand and I kiss him, cradling his jaw. Our kisses become inseparable. I tilt my head back but he keeps kissing me. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses down my neck as I moan with pleasure. Suddenly I feel his movements as he lifts one arm -still holding me up with one arm. I never knew he was so strong. He shoots his crossbow, killing a walker that came out from behind a tree. His eyes flicker to meet mine and he grins before pushing his lips into mine once more. I grin with pleasure between kisses. "Let's - go - somewhere - safer," I say only speaking when he lets me. He nods slowly. He puts me down slowly and touches my hand indicating me to follow. We run through the tall weeds and dodge trees when we can. Suddenly a small building comes into view. We reach the outside wall and I run into him kissing him once more. He starts feeling me through my jeans teasing me by playing with the zipper but never zipping it down fully. Even through the fabric feeling his touch makes me gasp in pleasure. He pins me against the wall and hold my arms above me with one hand. His dominance suggests a twitch of joy out of me. He starts kissing me harder now. First biting my lip and then he moves his way up to my ear and starts to nibble till he gets the deep moan he wanted. He smiles as a small laugh escapes his mouth. He turns away leaving his hand behind him for me to grab. He faces the door to the building and grabs his crossbow. He lets go of my hand temporarily allowing me to grab his abdomen from behind. Readying the arrow he kicks the door open as I start tracing his ab muscles with my fingers. I feel his body tense as the door opens fully and his breathing hitches. I glance up to my horror and see our group standing with Maggie and Carol. They stare at us and I quickly hide my hands and fix my hat. Daryl runs for Carol without even remembering me. As if I don't mind it seems. She jumps into a hug as he gently brushes the back of her hair. Rick stares at me with shock as I tug at the bandana around my lower neck. Abraham starts laughing which distracts Ricks stare for a hesitant second. I look at the floor until I feel a hand grasp my shoulder. I look up quickly to see the hand belongs to Daryl. The color drains in my face not knowing how to react in front of everyone. Daryl makes eye contact with everyone and groans with a hidden smile, "So long you pricks," he turns to me and grabs my hand. He pulls me out the door and we start running.

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