Red ~ TWD (Daryl Dixon)

Just Married

"If ya spent half as much energy walkin' as ya did complain' we'd be there by now."

"Bite me," I snapped, shooting him the finger just in case my displeasure wasn't clear.

He grinned, "Took care of that this morning Mrs. Dixon." I rolled my eyes. Cocky bastard. "Come on, pick it up, got a long way to go."

"You're an asshole," I complained, struggling to keep pace with his huge strides. "Can you slow down you long-legged hillbilly?" My grandmother was right, you didn't have to like someone to love them. He stopped, looking at me with a thoughtful expression. "What?"

"Nothin', just the honeymoon phase is a bit shorter than I figured." My mouth dropped open. Oh. No. He. Didn't. "Don't worry Red, naggin' wife looks good on ya."

My already precarious balance failed me spectacularly, my feet slipping and sliding in the copious amounts of Georgian mud coating the saturated ground. My arms waved around frantically as I pitched backwards, but before I could fall, again, Daryl's hand shot out, grabbing my upper arm and stopping me. This was ridiculous. I was not clumsy. I was not uncoordinated. I was stealthy and sure-footed and goddamn graceful.

Just not today.

It was almost impossible to walk on the sloppy landscape and mentally undress my new husband. My normally reliable feet were as useless as the 'g' in lasagna when I attempted both tasks simultaneously. It only made it worse Daryl had the balance of the Flying Wallendas. Life was so unfair.

"Shit," I exclaimed, trying in vain to get both feet back under me.

Daryl sighed, grabbing both shoulders, his biceps bulging as he picked me up like a doll, setting me back on two feet and somewhat solid ground.

"Thanks," I said absently, admiring his muscled arms. "Tell me again why we're rushing to get back?"

The way I saw it we had a pretty good (outstanding) set-up at the cabin and no one was expecting us for at least another day, maybe two.

"Can't stay holed up in that cabin forever." He shot me a knowing look. "Much as I'd like to."

"Amen."

I held out my fist for him to bump and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I snorted, grabbing his hand and bumping it against my fist. He was teaching me redneck and I was teaching him how to be awesome. We were both struggling.

"Gonna take the better part of the day to make it back and we ain't got nothin' to show for it neither."

"Except getting married and wild monkey sex," I mumbled under my breath.

He rounded on me, pulling me flush against his hard body and my bones liquefied in an instant. I sank into him not the least bit ashamed to say I was panting.

"That don't feed nobody but ya and me Red." He leaned down, brushing his lips tenderly against mine. "While I ain't complain' 'bout that..." The thought of that made my blood rush, heart pound, and cock socket tingle. "Stop."

"What?" How did he do that?

He pointed at me, "Written all over yur face."

"OK, you're starting to freak me out. Turn off the Vulcan mind meld for a while. Let me fantasy in peace."

He shook his head, "We need to find some game. Got a lotta mouths to feed."

"When did you get all responsible?"

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, grinning at me before turning around. "Since Rick stepped down. Everybody's gotta pull their weight."