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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They spent the rest of the journey in silence. Lilith was lost in her own thoughts, as she stared out of the window, enjoying the site of unfamiliar territory. The view was marred by the occasional rotting corpse or blood-stained abandoned car pushed to the roadside. These sights didn’t affect her as much as she thought they should. When did we get used to this stuff? When did it become the norm? Eventually, the silence and the gentle rocking of the vehicle sent Lilith to light sleep.
About four hours later, Daryl pulled off the road, and woke her by muttering they would walk from here.
She jumped out, still groggy, and moved around the back to help him unload. She leaned in to grab her bow, but her hand was snatched by Daryl, who used it to pull her tight to him. He pressed her close, his arms hugging around her and his hungry mouth seeking hers. Lilith was surprised by the display of affection, but happily accepted it.
He pulled back, and she stared into his sharp blue eyes.
"Sorry," he said softly.
Lilith was confused. "What for? For kissing me?"
"No," he laughed. "I'll never be sorry for kissing you. For snapping at you earlier. I didn't mean to upset you."
Lilith shook her head. "Daryl, you didn't. Don't worry, your sass didn't put me off before, it's definitely not going to now. I didn't expect that just because we slept together that your personality would suddenly change overnight." She cocked her head to one side. "Have you been worrying about this the whole way here?"
He nodded. "You're a grumpy fucker," she continued with a laugh. "But I still love you."
He leaned forward, and rested his forehead against hers with a relieved sigh, his eyes closed. "I'm still not sure I'm what you need," he confessed softly.
"You are. You're exactly what I need. You make me forget my past, so you must be my future."
They stood together, drawing comfort from the other's presence.
"Come on," she smiled. "Show me how to fish. Glenn made us promise to make this trip worth it, remember?"
"You don't know how to fish?" he laughed incredulous.
"I grew up in a city, remember? I don't know what it's like here, but in the UK, fishing in the municipal parks is kinda frowned upon," she said with a wink.
Lilith helped him carry their equipment, splitting the smaller items between their two backpacks, and they headed towards the water.
As they walked the half mile or so to the river she kept her eyes peeled for walkers, but this area was so remote, Daryl assured her they would be safe. Lilith cast furtive glances in his direction as they walked in order to admire him unobserved. His tanned skin shone in the sunlight, his eyes focused on the horizon. She smiled to herself, remembering how much she had disliked him when she first met him, and now look.
The late morning sun was warm but a hardy breeze blowing over the plains kept her skin cool, carrying with it a hint of salt in the air. They walked through the long grasses of the coastal plains, their feet sinking a little in the moist sandy soil. Dunes of smooth cordgrass, with occasional spots of pinky-purple from the bright florets of swamp thistle filled their view. As they neared the water's edge, colonies of reddish egrets took to the air in a flurry of black and white.
At the edge of the river, Daryl unloaded his burden. He showed her how to attach the lure to a hook and cast it into the water. Lilith was terrible, and even after half an hour she still had not had so much as a nibble, and was getting increasingly frustrated. Daryl dropped his sixth trout into net and looked at her smugly.
"Why don't you get find some wood for a fire," he said, failing to keep the amusement out of his voice. Lilith gladly threw down her equipment and grabbed her bow. As she fastened her quiver, she asked how much.
"As much as you can find," he answered. "We'll need it later to keep warm, smoke these, and cook supper. And keep an eye out for walkers an' 'gators," he warned.
Lilith spent the rest of the afternoon until the sun started to set, scavenging wood. Most of it was collected from the water's edge where it lay like the sun-bleached skeletons of some long dead monster, washed up with the river's tides.
Daryl dug a fire pit well away from the tide line with the shovel, and proceeded to fill it with the smaller pieces of wood. He formed a frame over the pit and staked the gutted fish on some of the thinner straighter pieces of wood. Watching him work, it was obvious that this was Daryl's element, the outdoors. She felt completely superfluous, and could do nothing but watch him work with graceful efficiency.
"That's a lot of fish," she smiled. There must have been two dozen hung above the coals.
He kept one of the fish back which he cooked low over the flames.
"Aren't we going to eat the smoked fish?" she asked perplexed.
Daryl shook his head. "City folk!" he laughed. "Smokin' is gonna take about 3 hours with fish this size, an' I'm hungry now."
Lilith blushed, her mouth forming an O.

Daryl threw on some more wood after giving it a quick soak in the river so that it smoked more. Their bellies full of fish, they lay side by side on their fronts staring at the flames, both lost in their own world. Daryl's eyes were glued to the low flames, but he was extremely aware of Lilith on his left side, and the few spots where their bodies touched.
He surprised himself at how comfortable he was in such close proximity to someone else. There was a time when this would have been a source of anxiety. He reached his fingers over and brushed the tips against the skin of her forearm. He was rewarded by a smile, her brown eyes sparkling in the firelight.
"What's on your mind?" she asked.
"You're not damaged goods, you know." When she raised her eyebrows in surprise at the random comment, he continued. "I meant to say before. I should have said then, but… I don’t know why I didn’t."
"Thanks," she responded quietly, her voice small in the vast openness of the Georgian plains.
"I'm not saying you don't have a few cracks," he teased, "but you didn’t fall apart. You're a strong woman."
She barked a sharp short laugh. "Strong? What is strong? I am no stronger than anyone else."
"What I mean is… I appear strong, but it's all bravado. For all my prowess as a hunter or a fighter, I know nothing about true strength. The strength to still want to survive after your… ordeal," he explained. The stroking of her arm recommenced as he continued softly. "To still have the ability to love another, to care for someone that did nothing but throw your affection back into your face…"
He knew that he didn't have the ability to fully understand the subtle nuances of relationships or love. He just prayed she understood him. Lilith turned onto her side, and draped an arm over his back.
"I am no different to the others; to Carol, who lost a child yet still finds the strength to care for others every day. Rick lost his wife, yet still puts the well-being of our community over his own." She leaned forward and kissed the top of his arm.
"We are all damaged in our own ways, and we're all strong. We seek solace and comfort in other's company, and draw strength from that."
She snaked her other arm around his neck and pulled him with her as she lay back. He kissed her deeply, her tongue greedy for his.
As he stared at her, his eyes almost a dark navy in the firelight, she pushed his wispy bangs away from his face.
"You're my salvation," she said hoarse with emotion.
"You're wrong," he murmured into her neck as he began kissing a trail down her body. He knew she was wrong because she was his salvation. "It's the other way around," he finished, his words almost lost as she whimpered in pleasure, his lips brushing her stomach just below her belly button. He saw her lift her head, and their eyes locked as he unfastened her cargo pants, pulling them down along with her underwear.
As the sun set, the plains were silent but for the occasional crackle of the fire, and male groans muffled between female thighs.
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