**AN: Well apparently the muse is with me for this fic today! ***Warning*** Brief scene of femslash in this chapter, so if that bothers you, you may want to skip the second scene. *** I appreciate all of the wonderful reviews I received earlier about this fic and it makes me so happy that everyone is still enjoying it! I'm fixing to drift to bed so I'll bid you all goodnight and another thanks! Hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts! ;)
The sun was setting over the horizon and Daryl knew he would have to go in soon. He just didn't know if he was prepared to face Beth and her questions. He had taken care of all of the walkers around the fence since he had walked it about four times now. He hadn't gone to dinner, and no one had come to see about him. He could only assume either Beth or Gabby had mentioned where he was.
He finished his last lap and headed over to the building where their room was. He paused at the stairs with his hand on the outer door. He stood there for a few moments but couldn't bring himself to go inside. He really didn't want to talk about it right now. He had spent all evening thinking about it constantly and he just wasn't ready to deal with it. This was the first time they had ever had anything close to a fight. He knew he was treading in uncharted territory as well, which was another reason he hesitated.
He dropped his hand from the door and backed away to sit on the steps. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag before exhaling deeply. He didn't know what to do.
"Hard night?" Rick's voice spoke up from just to his left. Daryl whipped his head around and squinted into the darkness.
"Shit man, scared tha hell outta me." He said.
Rick chuckled. "That's a first. I didn't know you were capable of being scared."
Daryl scowled. "Screw you." He was smiling though and enjoying their playful banter. "Ain't ya got some place ya need ta be? Like off screwin' Carol or somethin'?"
Rick crossed in front of him and sat on the steps next to him, leaning back onto his elbows. "Does everybody know about that?" He asked.
Daryl snickered. "Prob'ly. Can't keep no secrets round here. Like a damn soap opera or some shit. Sides, if I gotta get grief 'bout my personal business, then I reckon' you do too."
Rick smiled. "Duly noted. So what are you doing out here instead of in there?" He jerked his head towards the building behind him.
"We had a fight." Daryl said.
Rick leaned forward slightly. "Oh? Trouble in paradise?"
"Yep. An' no I don't feel like sharin' nor talkin' bout my feelin's or some shit like that neither." He grumbled.
"Good. I don't want to hear about your feelings."
Daryl smiled despite his mood. "If ya tryin' ta use some kinda psychology crap on me, it ain't gonna work."
Rick shifted next to him. "Good thing I don't have a degree in psychology."
Daryl smirked. "Lotta good it would do ya. Although, ya could have lots ta do round here. We got lotsa people with issues."
Rick laughed. "That we do, don't we? It's amazing, isn't it?" Daryl glanced over at him in curiosity. "Before all this happened, we couldn't live without things like that. Cell phones, television, psychologists...fast food. Now here we are, surviving just fine without them."
Daryl thought about that for a moment. It was true in a lot of ways. He had never been real big on fast food though, and he had never had to see a psychologist for anything. Come to think of it, he hadn't had much use for television either.
"I don't miss none o' that stuff. Know what I miss?" Daryl asked.
"I miss bein' able to go huntin' for animals an' not havin' ta worry 'bout gettin' bit by walkers. I miss bein' able ta go anywhere without havin' ta worry."
Rick nodded. "Me too," He sighed. "Well I guess I'm going to call it a night. We're starting early on the barracks tomorrow to see about that sleeping situation. You need a place to crash?" Daryl shook his head. He didn't want to be cooped up inside without Beth. He figured he would find a tree to lay down underneath and stare at the sky for a bit. "Alright then, see you in the morning." Rick gave a little wave and walked off leaving Daryl alone with his thoughts.
Gabby lay nestled next to Michonne and tried to sleep but couldn't. She wasn't used to the lack of noise coming from Daryl and Beth's room. She knew something was wrong with the couple, but she didn't know what. She had also seen a very sullen looking Beth walking into her room alone earlier and she hadn't heard Daryl come through yet. It was very odd. Even though she joked about how loud they were sometimes, it really didn't bother her. She had gotten used to the noise. Oddly enough, it brought her some comfort to know that there were others nearby. She really couldn't hear them all that well anyway, most of what she said had been teasing just to get under Daryl's skin.
"Quit worrying. They'll work it out." Michonne said from next to her.
Gabby turned to look at her, but of course she couldn't see anything in the dark. "I hope so."
"You are such a romantic at heart, you know that? If only people knew what you were really like..." Michonne teased.
Gabby swatted at her playfully. She sighed. "I guess I am a romantic. Daryl was just really upset over something earlier, but he wouldn't let me help him."
"And this surprises you because?" Michonne asked.
"I guess it doesn't." She grumbled.
Michonne shifted and pulled her close. She tangled a leg through hers and trailed a hand down Gabby's arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Gabby shivered and turned to seek out Michonne's lips in the dark. The intensity quickly escalating between them, Gabby snaked a hand under Michonne's shirt to cup her breast. Michonne moaned into her mouth and her own hand dipped below the waistband of Gabby's sweatpants. It was Gabby's turn to moan as Michonne's hand worked its way underneath her underwear and she slipped a finger inside of her.
"Mi," she breathed. She sometimes called Michonne Mi for short when they were behind closed doors. It was quicker than saying her whole name.
Michonne lifted herself onto all fours, all the while not breaking contact with Gabby. Gabby's hands pushed Michonne's shirt up and her mouth sought out a nipple. She drew it into her mouth while Michonne remained poised over her, one hand by Gabby's head holding herself up. Gabby felt herself nearing her orgasm and pulled Michonne down for a searing kiss. A few seconds later she spiraled into oblivion as her body pulsed beneath Michonne's hand. Michonne slowly withdrew from her and Gabby flipped her over.
"My turn," she whispered.
When Beth awoke the next morning, she realized that Daryl had never come to their room. It was the first time in a long time that she had slept a night without him. She hadn't meant to actually fall asleep. She had been trying to stay awake and wait up for him, but she hadn't made it. She lay there now, hugging his pillow and tried to figure out what she should do about the situation. The sun was already out and rising, and she wasn't sure if she had overslept or not. She knew they were supposed to begin renovations of the barracks today so she supposed she should get up, but she just didn't feel motivated at all. She missed Daryl.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and to her surprise the door opened and Daryl walked in. He stopped short as he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. She was still hugging his pillow, but she let it go and placed it back onto the bed at his entrance. His eyes briefly skirted to it and then back to her. He cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly.
"I ain't know you was in here still." He muttered.
Her heart dropped at that statement. So he must not have been looking for her then. "I think I overslept." She replied softly.
He looked down at the floor, the window, and then to the ceiling. He looked everwhere but at her. "I uh, came ta get a fresh shirt. I'll be outta your hair in a minute." He said quickly.
She watched as he crossed to where he kept his clothes in the corner and dug through them before finally plucking out another tank. He took off his old one and threw it into another corner. She crossed over to him and placed a hand onto his bare back before he slipped the fresh one over his head. He stiffened, but tugged the shirt on anyway, letting it fall over her hand.
"Daryl. Can we talk?" She asked quietly. She was hurting and she knew it showed in her voice. There was no way for her to disguise it though.
He turned around after several long seconds. "Ain't got time. Gotta be out there helpin' tha men set up for renovations." With that being said, he spared her one quick glance and then exited the room.
She stood there for several minutes looking at the closed door, hoping that maybe he would open it and come back in again. She had just been brushed off by Daryl. He wouldn't even look at her.
What had she done?