Vanessa Taylor, a sassy blue haired, tattooed cosmetologist with a mouth of a sailor was born and raised in Ohio. One summer while she was visiting her sick father, her connecting flight ends in the city getting shut down, leaving her stranded in th...
I awoke to someone crawling into bed with me. The weight shifting startles me, I reach for my knife under the pillow.
"It's me." Daryl's gruff voice comes from behind me. I relax, letting out a sigh of relief.
I unwrap my hand from around the knife, peering over my shoulder. "Dare? What are you doing?"
Instead of answering, he pulls me into his arms. My body molds against his. My back against his stomach, his hand searching mine out. I intertwin my fingers with his. I bring his hand to my mouth, leaving a small kiss against his knuckles. I could feel him move my hair off my neck, his lips meeting my skin. Not long after of just lying there, not speaking, I feel his breathing become even indicating he had fallen asleep.
He needs this, I realize. Like I did when we lost T-Dog and Lori.
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I feel Daryl running his hands along my arms, "Ness, we gotta start packin'."
I moan, "go away, sleep is nice. Come back when you find coffee." I roll over, batting at his hands.
I hear him laugh, "c'mon sleeping beauty," he starts to crawl over me, tickling me, "rise and shine! Coffee is on the table, already made!"
"Man, I let you into my bed without cutting your heart out, and now you're tickling me?! Officer Grimes, send help. I made a grave mistake." I snort between laughs. "The redneck is trying to kill me!"
"Not helping! I'm off duty!" I listen to Rick's amused voice shout from the bottom of the perch. "You're on your own, kid!"
"A mistake huh!?" He stops, mischievous look gleaming in Daryl's pretty blue eyes. He brings his head down, biting my neck. My eyes roll back, fighting back a moan.
"Hey, no, you aren't a vampire! Dare, ah!" I shriek, "we gotta get up, remember?" I mock him. "You win, I am up! Mercy, please!"
He smirks down at me, his eyes traveling the length my body. "At least I know how to wake ya up." He winks at me, dragging himself off of me.
I groan, throwing my fox stuffie at his head. "You're an asshole!"
He stalks out of the cell, chuckling, off to help reinforce the prison from the attack we are all anticipating. I'm ready as I'll ever be. I refuse to go down without taking a few of his men down with me. I have no doubt this plan will work.
I groan again, getting up to start packing the little items I do have. I throw things haphazardly into the bags, not paying attention. I move onto the small table, grabbing the mug. I chug its contents. When it's empty, I place it carefully in a bag.
Glancing around, making sure everything is packed away. I notice a small note placed on the mattress.
Ness, I'm glad you ain't mad at me. When this is over, I'm winning your trust and friendship back, even it's the last thing I do. That's my promise. D
