My Redneck Savior || D. D.

Caught || 18

Alex's Point of View

I awaken to a warm, comforting feeling, like rising from a long nap under the warmth of a summer sun. A hand wraps around my waist, a moan emulating from behind me. I smile, happy to live in the moment and not have to worry about starving, the future, or having my f#%^&#$ brains eaten.

"Good morning, Gorgeous," someone rustles behind me, kissing my ear softly. The tingling sensation was intoxicating. It's warmth spreads all throughout my body like a ravishing wild fire. Slowly, I bury myself into their bare skin to try and savor the moment. Their grip desperately clenches onto my waist, fearing the moment in which we would split.

"Luke..." I murmured, "Don't leave." I hadn't noticed it before. I'd instinctively moved closer to Luke, craving someone who would care for me, someone who would say good morning to me, someone who isn't a closed book. I turn around and move the cloudy white sheets in the process. Once covered by the cloth, my shoulder now lay exposed to the chilling breath of the morning. Luke's blue eyes stared into mine, an obvious smile emerging on his lips.

He kisses my forehead and responds sweetly, "I would never leave you, because you're all I've wanted from the day I saw you." His kind endeavors seem to make my heart fluter, but all I can think of are the things that he isn't. He isn't a fighter, or else he would have fought for me. And he isn't a leader, taking orders from that piece of #%^*, Chuck. But I can't figure out why it's bothering me so much, knowing away at my head. It is painful to look at a beautiful face, it surely filled with love for me, but not knowing how to respond. So I ask myself again, why am I so confused? I finally have the thing I wanted most in this apocalypse: reassurance and stability. Could it have been the alcohol? Or perhaps I'm tired?

I investigate, "What happened last night, Luke?" Obviously, I know what had happened, although the details are blurry, most likely an effect of the drinking.

"Well," he starts to reply, "I believe I did this..." Luke leans in, barely centimeters away from my lips. My chest tightened. Then, without anymore hesitation he connects us like last night. I bask in the moment, moving slightly to touch my bare chest to his. "Remember now, Sweetheart? Or shall I show you more?" I keep my eyes closed, partly because I am speechless and at the same time pleased. Again, my mind slips into a trance

"It doesn't ring a bell. Try again. Maybe this time I'll remember," I tease, seemingly ignorant to his earlier remark. We both stare at each other. Those damn eyes, those lakes of deep water, are so easy to fall into. I get pulled in to the water, but then again I was prone to fall in this vulnerable state. Like two puzzle pieces, we become intertwined for the millionth time. Unlike the last kiss, this one is made of pure desire and passion. His hips rolled onto mine.

In between breaths he stutters, "Rem-em-ber-ing?" I mumble into his lips in response, his body sinking onto mine. Even though it is morning, and I should probably begin being productive, I can't help myself. I pry his lips from mine, only to move them down his toned chest. I moved lower and nipped at his skin, tracing my index finger along his jawline. Daryl, a voice screamed inside my head. I tell myself to ignore it. Luke kisses my neck, biting down slightly. Surely there would be a bruise, merely another day's problem.

"I love you, love you," Luke exhales. The moment is just so intense, so riveting that I feel I need to respond.

"I love you too, Dar--," I stop myself. I barely whispered the sentence, and so I doubt anything I said was audible. But, now I know something that was blurred by my slight anger. I love him. I love Daryl. Whatever I was thinking was sinful. I need to escape.

"What was that, Babe?" Momentarily he stops devouring my face, so I take it as a chance to leave. But, then again I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"I," he begins to attack my neck again, "I have to go. Rick needs me." I lie through my teeth. A nervous sweat starts to make my hands moist, along with my forehead.

"You're not ditching me, are you? 'Cause if you are, you can bet your @$$ I'm gonna be mad." He pinned me down. I groaned out of discontent and frustration, not pleasure.

"You don't understand! Let me--," someone or something let's a cold breeze into the room.

There, standing 5'10, was the one and only, Daryl Dixon.

So, it's been a while. I'm sorry for not publishing, but I have been busy doing work. Anyway, here's chapter 18. It's not the best, but it's something. I'll try to get another update out after this Friday, March 30th. Look out for that and don't forget to share, comment,  and vote. 

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