Surviving Terminus (BOOK TWO IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Dreamer (MINOR SMUT ALERT)

     "Daryl?" I smiled as I entered the house. "I thought ya went upstairs?"

     "I did." Daryl smiled. "Thought you'd like to know where our room was."

     "Oh, right." Daryl stood up and held out his hand. I gently took it and he instantly pulled me close to him before lifting me up into his arms. "Daryl!" I squealed.

     "Would ya rather walk?" I quickly clung to his shirt for dear life. "That's what I thought." Daryl turned around and began to climb the stairs. "You're lighter than I remember."

     "Yeah, winter wasn't too good to us this time around."

     "Same here. Beth and I were all over the damn place, almost left for Florida before we decided we didn't wanna leave anyone behind." Daryl stopped in front of a door and looked down at me. "I'm glad we stayed."

     "Me too." I smiled. I reached down and twisted the doorknob and Daryl kicked the door open. A large, king size bed looked back at us with our bags sitting on the floor across the room. "This was Mr. and Mrs. McDowell's room."

     "Were they good to ya?" Daryl asked.

     "They were better than Paw, but no, they weren't good to me. Tried to 'civilize me' as they called it." Daryl didn't respond as he kicked the door shut before walking over to the bed, gently laying me down before crawling on top of me. His mouth captured mine as his right hand gently traced down my side. "I missed you so much."

     "I missed ya, too." Daryl smiled as he brushed my hair behind my ear. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Daryl instantly groaned and crawled off of me to answer the door. "What?"

     "Hey." Tara smiled back. "Rick said we all have to share rooms." I couldn't help but to chuckle. Daryl had a look on his face as if Rick had left a flaming bag of shit at his door. "Oh, God. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

     "Nope." I smiled from the bed. Daryl turned and looked at me, glaring at me as Tara pushed past him.

     "Don't worry, I won't be in the way." Tara smiled as she placed her bags beside ours. "Just tell me if you two need some privacy, and I'll leave."

     "Actually, could ya give us about ten minutes?" Daryl asked. Tara looked over at me and gave me a cheesy grin before exiting the room. Daryl locked the door and walked back over to me, climbing right on top of me. His lips gently trailed his lips down my neck to my chest, slipping his hand up my shirt.

     "Daryl." I quietly moaned as he gently bit down on my breast. I could feel his erection growing between my legs, making me want him even more. It's been so long since Daryl and I have been together, and even though he and I have only been intimate once, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Thoughts of him kept me up numerous nights, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't dream about him. Daryl's hand left my shirt and slid down the front of my pants, slipping his fingers between my wet folds.

     "Jesus." Daryl mumbled as he gently stroked my clit. Every stroke sent a sensual shockwave through me, causing my body to convulse in pleasure.

     "Daryl, please." I begged. His free hand reached for my leg, lifting it for better leverage. "GAH!" I hissed in pain.

     "Shit, you alright?"

     "Yeah, just a tad sore."

     "Maybe we should wait."

     "Daryl, no-"

     "I saw the ass kickin' ya took back there, I don't wanna hurt ya." I groaned as Daryl rolled off of me, taking his place on his side of the bed. "Are ya gonna lay with me?" I couldn't help but to smile as I crawled up beside him. He smelled like sweat, cigarettes, and dirt, just how I remembered. His heart was beating hard against his chest, his right arm wrapped around me, holding me close. "I didn't know about the other families."