Red ~ TWD (Daryl Dixon)

A Plague Upon Our House

Predictably I slept like absolute dog shit. Between the nightmares and the coughing I figured I got only a couple of hours the entire night. When Rick's alarm went off at six o'clock sharp I groaned, rolling over and snuggling further into Daryl's side as he lazily flung an arm over my waist.

"I'm smashing that thing," I moaned, my throat scratchy, "I mean it this time."

Who set an alarm clock in the apocalypse? Rick Grimes, that's who. Weirdo with a capital W that one.

Daryl rolled on top of me, forearms braced on either side of my head. I hummed in satisfaction, hooking a leg around his waist.

"Should get some more sleep."

"Then you shouldn't be enticing me with your hotness," I replied, running my fingers through his hair.

It was getting long and I made a mental note to bug him until he let me cut it. He sighed in contentment, leaning down and covering my mouth with his. When his tongue brushed against my lower lip I decided we weren't getting out of bed until closer to six p.m. This a.m. crap was for the birds. The need for oxygen pulled us apart and he traced a finger down the side of my face.

"Yur beautiful."

I snorted, "I have morning breath and bed head. You need higher standards Merida."

He kissed me again, passionately, showing me the truth of his statement. My entire body tingled with a need I'd never known until him. He kissed me like I was his entire world, his everything. It stole my breath away and made my heart swell to the point of bursting.

"Yur the most beautiful woman I ever seen," he admitted, voice heavy with emotion and body hard with longing. "I'm the luckiest sumbitch in the world."

I pulled him back down, kissing him hard. He was my everything too. He walked into my life literally out of nowhere, and I was a better person for it. He was everything I thought about, everything I needed, everything I wanted. He was someone who helped me forget my past, gave me hope for the future, and taught me to love with all my heart. I was never letting him go, ever.

I kissed the corner of his mouth, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Remember that the next time I do something that makes you a little crazy."

"I'll try," he smirked, rolling off me and standing up. He snorted in amusement when I whimpered in protest, but frowned when it turned into yet another coughing fit. "How long ya had that now?"

"Since a building almost fell on my head."

I sat up, swinging my feet to the ground and taking the water bottle he held out. Now that I was sitting up it was a little easier to breathe.

"Should have Hershel take a look at ya." I pursed my lips, watching him exchange a filthy sleeveless shirt for a dirty sleeveless shirt. "Don't gimme that look."

"What look?" I asked innocently, standing up and stretching like a cat. "You mean the look I gave you at the Storage Depot that you stubbornly ignored and then almost died because I was right and you were wrong. Was that the look you were referring to?"

He tossed my jeans in my face. "Nah, it's the other one."

"Uh huh."

We dressed side-by-side, brushing our teeth at the sink as we handed the water bottle back-and-forth. It was almost domestic if you ignored the fact we were doing it in a prison cell. He poked me in the side so I stepped on his foot, playground foreplay.

Suddenly he pushed me against the wall, hands going under my ass as he hoisted me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He ground his hips into me and all joking ceased. I moaned in pleasure not the least bit ashamed at the wanton noises I was making. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest and he growled in appreciation, licking and nipping his way up my neck as I pulled on his hair, urging him closer. Why had we gotten out of bed?