Bandwagon of Death || Daryl Dixon x OFC

She let her clothes be thrown in a way for me to follow her trail.

I picked up every article of clothing as I heard the water streaming from behind the curtains.

Folding her clothes on near where she kept her shoes, I stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower with her.

My hands wrapped around her waist, as I stick my face in the crook of her neck. I started to do a trail of kiss up to the back of ear.

The tension on shoulders started to break slowly as I kiss each inch of her skin. I'd been so worried about how she is mentally doing since the death of Lori. She hadn't processed much after the little nugget was birthed. She jumped into action immediately after, coming with me to get formula, and didn't stop until we got back to our mattress. Which she didn't sleep much and I followed her out as she let's out what she had been holding all day.

I also have been holding back something for the past couple weeks. And I want to be able to tell her, but with everything going on, I'm not sure when it's appropriate time. Hell, the words have never been formed in my mouth. Not even with my brother.

So instead of talking verbally, I let myself speak physically.

Her body turned to me, giving me a heated kiss. When I pushed her to the wall of the bathroom, it was game over for the both of us.

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*TWD AU*
Daryl Dixon x OFC