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Survival Isn't An Option	By : Pilgrim Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 6774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“What are you doing?” Isabelle whispered in annoyance as his other hand mimicked the motion on her other cheek.

“Shut up,” He whispered back as he leaned closer.

          Softly his lips met hers and Isabelle let her eyes slide closed as he kissed her. Her hands rested on his chest as he pulled her a little closer until she wrapped them about his shoulders, melting into him without a thought. Daryl pulled away far too quickly for her liking but she chose not to push it any further as he released her before stalking past. Isabelle released a sigh she hadn’t realised she’d been holding and gently led the mare onwards.

“I…” Isabelle began as she caught up with him.

“Just leave it, nothing happened,” Daryl grunted, drawing his crossbow for something to do as she drew level with him.

“But…” Isabelle raised her hands in submission at his warning glare and nodded. “Alright, nothing happened.”

          The silence back was beyond awkward as they avoided looking at each other and more than once Isabelle contemplated mounting Chance and heading back to the prison quicker. They couldn’t even meet each other’s eyes now, for every step forward to admitting something was happening they took twenty back.

Isabelle stretched lazily, the summer sun beating down on her skin, tanned from all the time she’d started spending outdoors. Never in her life had she spent a summer actually in the sun and not in a dance studio. First time for everything she mused as she pulled the bikini top a bit lower, it kept threatening to rise too high. She’d never had an issue with clothing being too small before but the none dancing lifestyle had filled areas of her body that had never been filled before. Hips and boobs had suddenly become a real thing, she even had a butt much to her amusement. Her eyes slipped closed again and she dozed cat like. A finger stroked down her stomach softly and stirred her without concern, she knew she was safe here, the prison was secure. The warmth of a body landing next to hers made her eyes flicker but she wasn’t quite willing yet to stir completely.

“5 more minutes,” Isabelle whispered, not caring who was coming to disturb her.

“I was going to go hunting,” Daryl stated, Isabelle’s eyes snapped open and she turned her head just enough to look at him.

“I assume by the ‘I’ you were indirectly meaning ‘we’,” Isabelle demanded. “I’ve been stuck here for a week, I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like not to have a perimeter fence in my vision,” She pushed herself onto her elbows scowling at him.

“It meant, me, my own, myself. You can come if you want but we need to bag something this time,” Daryl pulled at some grass absently.

“We always bag something, it’s just not necessarily useful to the rest of the group,” Isabelle muttered as she dropped back to the grass and placed an arm over her eyes.

“Food’s low,” Daryl stated, ignoring her comment.

“It’s always low,” Isabelle grumbled as she lowered her arm to look at him again. “We haven’t seen deer for days now. The snares aren’t catching as many rabbits with all the extra walkers coming to the fence every day. I don’t think a short hunting trip is going to cut it. We need to go further afield, away from the walkers.”

“Camp out of the prison you mean?” Daryl pulled at random strands of grass, he trailed the end of one over her belly, snickering as she squirmed at the tickle.

“Yes I think two nights, one to get us out of range and the second to hunt, travel back on the third day,” Isabelle snatched the grass from his hand and tossed it back at him. “You want to touch me just touch me, stop with all the grass play.”

“Two nights is a long time away from the camp,” Daryl pointed out, clasping his hands together instead as a faint blush rose on his cheeks and he kept his eyes away from her.

          Isabelle watched him for a moment, she wished he’d acknowledge what was happening between them. He wasn’t ready, it was painful and awkward being around him and pretending there was nothing going on. She hadn’t gone out alone since the day Alex had attacked her. Now that Daryl’s admission to stalking her on every trip was out in the open it made sense for them just to go out together. At least until he’d lost his nerve and run home on the last one when they’d ended up on the forest floor, for about five minutes it had been intense until he’d ended up on top of her. Something had snapped behind his eyes and he’d retreated from her and back to the prison without so much as an acknowledgement. Since then he’d found one reason or another to leave her behind and she’d given him the space, taking up helping Beth with the cooking and cleaning. Right now she wanted to reach over and hold his hand, touch his arm, kiss his lips and not give a toss that anyone saw and somehow convince him that he could touch her without having a cardiac arrest. Carefully she rolled onto her stomach and stretched her back out as she cat rolled up onto her knees and watched him failing to ignore her.

“Too long away from the group or too long alone with me?” Isabelle whispered feeling the colour in her cheeks rise at the sharper tone than she had intended.

          Daryl wouldn’t meet her eyes instead choosing to lie back and ignore her half naked form before him. Isabelle shuffled closer until she was looking down at his prone form, his eyes closed, hands folded over his stomach. She bit her lip, sighed and got up to walk away, his hand clasped her wrist.

“We’ll go tomorrow morning, no need to rush now,” Daryl murmured, crossing his legs casually.

“Sure you can cope with being around me?” Isabelle muttered trying to tug her hand free but he wouldn’t let go.

          Isabelle dropped down next to him onto her knees as he tugged more firmly. His eyes were still closed, she knew he wasn’t going to look at her. Wasn’t going to reveal what he was thinking. Flicking her legs back out she stretched out again, his hand slid from her wrist to rest his fingers against hers. She glanced down at the gentle touch and chose not to push it further as the warmth of the sun tempted her back to dozing.



Isabelle pulled the straps tighter on her rucksack as Daryl fastened ropes and a tent onto Chance. She was coming along in case they managed to actually catch a deer or more than a deer. Pulling the quivers belt around her hips she pushed and pulled until it sat comfortably under her rucksack and she could still get to the arrows. Her pistol and daggers strapped to her thighs. Daryl was moving to put the bridle on the mare as she tutted at him.

“She’ll follow me, we won’t need that,” Isabelle chastised gently as she took it from him and placed it back on its hook.

          They made their way towards the gateway, several of their friends drawing the walkers as the gates swung open and they jogged free of the cloying atmosphere of death. Once in the forest the walkers were fewer as they followed a stream to the North. Eventually there was nothing but distant birdsong and the awkward silence hanging between them. Isabelle glanced across at Daryl, the mare trailing after them while grazing on the lush grass.

“You know, it doesn’t have to be awkward,” Isabelle whispered as he glanced at her.

“It’s not awkward,” Daryl muttered.

“You can’t even look at me in the prison,” Isabelle pointed out.

“Why would I need to? I know what you look like,” Daryl stated, brushing aside a branch.

“You know what I mean,” Isabelle snapped. “Sometimes I think you’re ashamed of me, of wanting me, or perhaps you don’t actually want me at all…”

Daryl paused and she turned to watch him studying her. She bit her lip as he walked past her. Perhaps she’d read him wrong and he was actually only after sex, she’d offered him enough opportunities though and he’d turned every single one away. She wasn’t even being subtle or tactful most of the time, much to her own surprise. Isabelle glanced backwards as a branch snapped and drew her dagger as something shuffled just out of sight. Silently she slipped into a defensive position and slid behind a tree to glance backwards. She whistled for Daryl in the bird like call they’d both learned. Carefully she peeped around the trunk, a man was following them. He was tracking Chance’s hoof prints, knelt by the disturbed path of the grazing mare.

“What do you want?” Daryl called out, revealing himself from the opposite tree, crossbow primed.

“Whoa there brother, the horse with you? Thought it was an easy meal that’s all, no harm done,” The man soothed, too calmly for Isabelle’s liking and she looked for who he was with.

          No one looked down Daryl’s crossbow that calmly unless they had backup. Movement caught her attention to her left and a glimpse of metal solidified his partner’s position. Sensing it was a gun Isabelle crept forwards, moving as quickly as she dared while Daryl grilled the man before him. That gun was going to be trained on Daryl and as soon as they got bored of listening she had no doubt that hammer would fall without hesitation. Her fingers were sweating around their grip of the dagger as she made her way around the back of the other man. Carefully she stepped up behind him, making sure not to announce her presence.

          He was big, tall and muscled and that gun had some serious power behind it from the looks of it. Licking her lips Isabelle shuffled her weight before taking a leap and landing on his back like a monkey, she pressed the dagger into his throat and sliced across viciously. Blood poured over her hands as the artery split and she slid from his back as he stumbled into the clearing, Daryl landing an arrow between the other man’s eyes as he reached for a gun. Isabelle stumbled past the body and pressed her hand to her swirling stomach. She hadn’t killed a human before and she’d done that so easily. The dagger dropped from her sticky fingers as she struggled to stop from retching. Daryl searching the bodies and rescuing the guns and bullets. He placed a concerned hand on her shoulder and she raised a finger begging for one more minute of silence.

“You did what you had to,” He stated as she glanced down at the blood covering her hands.

“I didn’t have to do anything, I could have run,” Isabelle whispered. “They only knew you were here,” She glanced at him.

“Well thanks then,” Daryl squeezed her shoulder and walked off, continuing the hunting trip as if nothing had happened.

          Isabelle whispered for Chance and hurried to catch up, not daring to look back at the dead men. Not walkers, men. Shivering she kept after him, ignoring the pain in her head at the continued thought of taking a human life so easily. They walked in silence until the sun began to set, a barn opening onto a fenced field providing the best opportunity for a rest for the night. Silently Isabelle stripped Chance as Daryl skinned a pair of rabbits and set to spitting and cooking them over their small fire. Hidden behind an old tractor to conceal the flickering light. Without a word Isabelle dropped down next to him and peeled her army boots off, they were too big and although worn in by a soldier they rubbed her smaller feet through her socks. Happily she flexed her toes by the fire and took the rabbit on a stick offered to her, peeling the meat off the bones gingerly.

          Darkness fell outside leaving them isolated from the world in the barn, trapped in a circle of flickering warmth as the clear night sky chilled the earth. Isabelle balled her jacket up for a pillow and flopped down by the fire, throwing a few more twigs at it and watching the sparks happily consume them. Daryl returned from the recesses of the barn with an old car throw and spread it out. He sat and watched her for a moment before motioning that she should join him. Isabelle rolled onto her side and looked at him curiously before stumbling over to it and balling up her jacket once more. As she lay down, his arm wrapped about her waist and pulled her to him, his face pressed to her neck, inhaling her scent as his body pressed up against hers. She glanced over her shoulder at him as he settled down, arm still about her waist as he folded himself against her.

          It felt so safe, his muscled arm wrapped about her and toned body pressed against her back. He wasn’t relaxed by any means, every muscle taunt against her, she wondered whose benefit he was doing this for. Silently he rolled onto his back, his hand resting on her hip as he cleared his throat. Isabelle turned and glanced at him, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him curiously. His sombre eyes met hers, the shields and walls well in place to hide everything from her. Gently Isabelle moved his arm up and tucked herself under to press her head to his chest. Instinctively his arm curled about her, pulling her closer somewhat awkwardly. She draped her leg between his and sighed content and comfortable as his chin rested on the top of her head. The warmth of his body lulled her to sleep and she was soon away, cocooned against his tense form.

          Stiffly Isabelle raised her head from Daryl’s chest, the fire long since out and a cold chill settling in the barn. It was pre-dawn, distant colours of a rising sun just peeking through the bars. The steady rise of his chest told her he was still asleep, his fingers resting lightly on her arm, still holding her. Carefully Isabelle extracted herself and stumbled to the back of the barn to check on Chance. The mare was lazily making her way through the tufts of grass erupting through the dirt floor of the barn. Patting her she made her way back to Daryl and squatted by the fire. Carefully she twirled the sticks until the embers caught up and a gentle light and warmth began to trickle through the morning chill.

“It’s only been out an hour or so. Didn’t think it was worth relighting,” Daryl murmured.

“Sorry, thought you were still asleep,” Isabelle whispered.

          He was watching her curiously and she blushed at realising he would have obviously woken up at her movement. He had always been awake the second she moved in their old cell, even before she came down the ladder.

“You were shouting in your sleep again,” Daryl sat up slowly.

“Same dream,” She whispered and stood to walk away.

          Fingers grasped about her wrist and pulled her down to sit in front of him. She watched Daryl warily, his fingers brushed over her cheeks, traced under her jawline and he leaned forwards to rest his forehead against hers. Allowing him to drag her closer she sat between his legs, her own resting either side of him, almost chest to chest as she glared into his eyes.

“No one’ll hurt you while I’m around, I can promise you that,” Daryl stated.

          Isabelle nodded slowly and they both knew she didn’t believe him without her saying a word. Her lips met his carefully, craving the heat and the touch. She pressed herself closer, ignoring his reluctance as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders and pressed her body against his. Her kisses were getting more urgent, she wanted him to reciprocate as she threaded her fingers in his hair.
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