This wasn't the way he had imagined it. Daryl had fantasized about taking his time with Beth after not being able to touch her for so long. This frantic coupling on the run wasn't what he had in mind. He knew what this was for her. She wanted to forget, however briefly, that everything had been destroyed. To forget their home was gone, and that they'd lost contact with the rest of their people. Most of all, she wanted to forget that her father had been murdered right in front of her. Daryl could hardly stand to think about that himself.
There was no finesse to their lovemaking. It was all rough groping and heavy breathing. They were dirty and sweaty and controlled by primal urges.
They were inside one of the trailers they had found last night after fleeing the prison. Daryl suspected that this place had been the governor's camp, but he said nothing about it to Beth. In fact, he hadn't known what to say to her at all. She had cried herself to sleep while he stood watch. The walkers in the area must have all been drawn to the prison by the noise of the battle, because he hadn't seen any approach the trailers.
Beth ordered him to go to sleep after she woke up early that morning. She insisted on taking watch while he got some rest. He had made a half-hearted argument about searching for the rest of the group, but he was too tired to put up much of a fight. Beth was watching him intently when he woke up from his nap.
"Did you find anything to eat?" He gestured toward the cupboards.
Beth advanced on him without answering. She sat down beside him on the cot and pulled him into a hot, demanding kiss.
