*FOLLOWS ALONG WITH THE SHOW*
Michaela and Tara have been on their own since the battle for the prison. Not a single sign of the rest of the group has been seen, leaving them to survive the harsh winter alone, wondering if they'd ever see the rest o...
The next morning, I woke up feeling completely refreshed. I took my life for granted before the world fell apart, I will never underappreciate sleeping in a bed or having a toilet to piss in for granted ever again. I looked over to Tara's side of the bed and gently smiled, she was already awake and downstairs with the others. I looked back at Daryl, remembering the events from last night. My hair was a complete mess, tangled from Daryl's tight grip.
I slowly rolled out of bed and dug through my bag for a change of clothes and my toiletries, placing the clothes on the bed before walking to the bathroom. I quickly ran my brush through my hair, brushing it back to the way I liked it. I put the brush on the counter and rolled some deodorant under my arms before finally beginning to brush my teeth. The somewhat foreign taste of mint instantly filled my mouth, waking up every taste bud on my tongue. I haven't been able to brush my teeth since Tara and I were back at the farm, so when group B brought back the supplies, it took a while to get used to the somewhat burning feeling... it was euphoric. Dental hygiene, another thing I won't take for granted ever again.
I gathered my things and returned to the bedroom and placed them back into my bag before getting dressed.
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"Where'd ya get those?" I looked over my shoulder as I buttoned up my shorts to see Daryl looking at me from the bed.
"Group A found a lot of clothes, Maggie hooked me up with some." I answered.
"Remind me to thank 'er." Daryl smiled. I smiled back and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on my socks and shoes. I felt the bed move before Daryl nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. "Ya look beautiful, babe." Daryl purred before gently kissing my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
"What are ya tryin' to do to me?" I quietly groaned.
"Depends, is it workin'?"
"No." I lied. Daryl snaked his arms around me, picking me up in his arms as he laid back on the bed. He continued to kiss my neck as one hand slipped up my shirt and bra while the other slid into my underwear, gently stroking my already wet folds.
"You're lyin', babe." My hips instantly began to buck as his fingers picked up speed.
"Daryl, please-" I whimpered.
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, baby."
"Maybe I don't wanna. Ya tortured my ass all night, maybe I want a turn." After stifling back my moans, I quickly turned in Daryl's grasp, positioning my hips over his. "Alright, you win." Daryl chuckled. "What do ya want?" I gently smiled and leaned into his ear.
