Twenty-three

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Extra long chapter because why not?

Alyx's POV

We all entered the prison field with smiles plastered on our faces. I felt like I was finally home, finally back with my family. After being away from them for so long, this felt right.

Daryl positioned himself on top of an overthrown bus to keep watch while the rest of us built a small fire and made camp in the middle of the enclosed field. It was getting dark so we put out our sleeping bags and blankets to get ready for bed. I skinned a few squirrels for dinner and Carol cooked them on our makeshift fire. She filled bowls for everyone and we all dug in. I took two and easily scarfed down one.

"I'm gonna bring this to Daryl." I said, standing up and brushing the dirt of my pants. Rider nudged Glenn with a mischievous smirk on his face. Glenn took something out of his pocket and threw at me, I caught the small sliver packet with ease.

"Just in case." Glenn teased, wiggling his eyebrows. My cheeks flushed red as I looked at the condom in my hand.

"Oh Ha Ha, assholes." I shot back as I turned away from them and walked towards where Daryl was positioned. I heard them chuckle from behind me but I ignored the immature dickbags behind me.

When I reached Daryl I knocked on the bus and he whipped around, raising his crossbow. I put my hands up in fake surrender causing him to sigh and lower his weapon. He placed his crossbow on the bus roof and reached his hand down to help me up. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up, causing me to stumble a few steps and almost fall of the roof. Daryl caught me though, and pulled me to his chest. I looked up at his crystal blue eyes and my stomach did flips. I would never get used to that feeling. His body radiated heat, making me never want to let go.

He lifted my chin up with his fingers and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and slow, full of passion. When we parted, I was left breathless and my head was swaying.

I grabbed his face with both my hands and kissed him again, aching for his sweet lips on mine once again. I pushed on his his chest, not breaking the kiss but pushing him backwards so we walked towards the other end of the bus. He ended up leaning against the guard tower with me still snaking my tongue around in his mouth. He flipped us, so I was against the wall and he had trapped me in. I ran my hands down his face to the back of this neck to his broad shoulders.

We separated for a split second, just enough time for him to whisper in my ear.

"Jump" He mumbled rubbing his stubbly cheek against mine. I jumped and he supported my weight by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We went straight back to making out, our body's presses together closer then I thought was possible.

He softly rubbed small circles on my thigh with his thumbs as I tangled my fingers in his light brown hair. I tugged on a few strands gently, making him moan against my mouth. The vibrations of his moan felt heavenly against my lips, I let out a quite moan as well. He moved one of his hands from my thigh to my butt, cupping it gently, making me moan again. A burning sensation started the grow in between my legs, we were both turned on by now. His lips traveled from my mouth to my cheek, jaw and finally landing on my neck. He sucked and lightly bit on the skin on my throat, making me bite my lip to keep from yelling. Every time he touched me I felt sparks shoot through my whole body. I felt the heat in between my legs grow even stronger but we couldn't do it right here, on top of a bus in the middle of a field, with the group only about a football field away.

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