Worth It

Chapter 14: 18 Miles Out

The next morning when I woke, the realization of last night hit me like a brick. Then the realization that I was still naked with a naked Daryl pressed up against me hit me like a concrete building.

I tried to quietly and slowly turn around to face the man whose hands were wrapped around me. His breathing was soft and he had hair in his eyes. When he wasn't angry, he looked really good, calm even.

Scratch that, he looks good all the time.

I lean up on my elbow and lightly trace my fingers along his chest. At this moment, I realize all the markings on his neck and back, from me scratching him and grabbing him.

How the hell is he going to cover those?!

"You got them too ya know." Daryl says grogily. I jump a little and look down.

"I didn't know you were awake." I mumbled, looking down at myself. He was indeed right. I had markings from my neck down to below my chest. I'd have to wear a turtleneck sweater to cover all of these.

"You didn't have to be so rough." I grumbled, flopping back down onto my pillow. He chuckles and buries his face in my neck as I turn away from him.

"Was just proving a point." He says into my neck. His breath tickles my ear.

"And what point is that?" I ask him, turning back towards him. He looks up at me and plays with my hair.

"Your mine." He mutters. I huff and flip back over. "You didn't need to put a mark everywhere."

He chuckles again and pulls me over on top of him. "No." He shifts underneath me, getting comfortable. "It means your mine for good. No more of that shit you pulled back there awhile ago." I blush and look down.

"I guess that was pretty stupid."

"That doesn't even begin to describe it." I sigh and lay on top of him for a few moments before sitting up.

The blanket that had once covered my chest was now around my waist and my entire chest was exposed. Daryl stared, never one looking at my face. "What's the 'x' for?" He asks me suddenly. I hum before realizing he's talking about the small 'x' on my neck. "Oh." I murmur, tracing over it with my fingers. "Well, x marks the spot." I say, smirking. His eyes burn holes in my neck and I roll off of him before he can test his theory.

He grunts in disapproval of my now fully clothed body. "I'm going to find something to cover me at least a little bit." I give him a pointed look. "And then get started on my chores, maybe spend time with Sam and James."

He sighs and sits up as well. "Like to get to know them. Your brothers." He tells me.

I smile and kiss his cheek. "Sounds like a plan."

Just as I'm about to walk out of the tent, Daryl stops me. "Don't forget to move your things." He tells me and slaps me on the ass as I walk out.

I laugh and walk towards the farm.

When I reached it, I said good morning to Andrea who was keeping watch and quickly ducked into Carol's tent, changing my tank top and putting on Daryl's flannel.

I also pocketed my knives, pistol, and hung the crossbow across my back.

Butter remained asleep while I dressed, but when I whistled for him to follow me, he reluctantly got up and trotted outside.

I looked up to see Lori jogging over to the RV.

"Andrea, Chloe, Have you seen Maggie or Hershal?" Lori asks us breathlessly. I look at her concerned.