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Negan's War

Out and About

As they finished their breakfast, Mandy talked to him about what information she had found out while in the kitchen. “While I was downstairs, I heard Dwight tell Gregory that Negan is expected to be here tonight or tomorrow morning. I expect that’s so he can make a final decision on what to do with you.” Daryl grunted as he spooned the last of his oatmeal into his mouth.

“I know Earl and Clay have probably already told Dwight what they saw already. We should probably do something about that condom.” She thought out loud, her eyes flying to where it had been. Daryl’s cheeks picked up a few spots of colour. “Already took care ‘a that.” He mumbled. “Spat into it a few times, n tied it off. S’in the trash there.” He gestured to the small wicker basket with his spoon.

“Excellent.” She accepted his action without question and tucked into the final bits of oatmeal in her own bowl. Her cheeks pinked as she said, “If Negan is coming tonight, I think we might have to produce an encore.” Her eyes flicked to his alarmed blue gaze. “Might help to convince him.” She added.

Daryl eyed her carefully before nodding. “Aight.” He agreed hesitantly to her reasoning but was desperately hoping he could keep himself in control this time. Since he had relieved himself of his painful erection this morning, Daryl was hopeful that he’d be able to control himself for the next time. His eyes slipped down to the curvy form that he knew was under her bulky sweater. The high round breasts, the dramatic sweep of her curving waist and hips, her small rounded belly. His eyes flitted back up to her face, her full curving lips, high cheekbones and big brown eyes, her messy finger wide curls his fingers ached to thread through. He felt the heavy pull of his attraction to her and thought the chances may be higher that he’d end up with a hard on he could pound nails with as a result of a recurrence of that simulated act.

After breakfast, Mandy taped off his wound with a bit of plastic bag and brought him everything he’d need for his shower, soap, shampoo, cloth, towel and a change of clothes, including his own clean shorts. She left him to it and got her own washing up materials ready. Fifteen minutes later he was back in the room, his hair dripping wet, he had even managed to shave off some of his scruff, leaving a neatly trimmed goatee that was longer on his chin, a few wispy grey hairs there that made her wonder how old he actually was. He sauntered into the bedroom with no shirt and the jeans she’d found for him the first day were slung low, hanging off his hips.

She forced herself into nurse mode, trying desperately to ignore the instant pull of attraction she felt toward him. She indicated he should sit in the chair and she carefully removed the waterproof cover over his bandage and inspected it and the wound underneath.

Everything looked good and dry and it was definitely healing, another few days and she’d be able to remove the stitches. Mandy took his towel from over his shoulder and roughly towel dried his hair, which surprised him but he relaxed, letting her tend to him before she put a fresh bandage on his wound and dried the rest of his back. The beaded water droplets had gathered in interesting dips and swells of his back and she desperately wanted to lick them off his skin, so quickly wiped them away with the towel to prevent it.

She helped him pull his t-shirt on, then socks and found his belt while he slipped on his boots. Pulling on the long sleeved flannel shirt she had found him, he saw his leather vest folded neatly under it. He reached for it, fingering the hole in the right wing before spreading it out to inspect it. “Did you clean this too?” he asked her, his voice a rumble in the quiet room.

“Mmhmm” she responded as she picked up his pile of dirty clothes and towel beside the bed, bundling them together in the sheet from the bed so they’d be ready to take them downstairs. “Oiled it, too” she said. He could smell the linseed scent on the leather and was impressed with how clean and cared for it looked. Even the angel wings looked brighter, there being only a hint of a blood stain visible around the bullet hole. “Thanks.” He said with feeling, meeting her eyes as he swung it over his shoulder and slipped it on.

She smiled back. “You’re welcome, Daryl. Looked to me like that vest is a part of you. There was definitely an angel looking out for you that day.”

He smiled back briefly. “Sure was.” And her name is Mandy, he thought as he loped toward the door and opened it. Mandy watched as he stepped into the bright sunshine spilling into the hallway, the glare of it forming a corona around his rumpled drying hair. Earl and Clay quickly followed him downstairs, not forgetting their orders were to stick with him wherever he was.

Notes

Comments

I just found this story! Love it! Looking forward to an update! xo

Spock Spock
8/9/16

OK, take your time. I will keep a lookout for it.

cactuscrawler cactuscrawler
5/21/16

@cactuscrawler
I am continuing, just taking some time to get happy with it.

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
5/20/16

Hope you are continuing this story, can't wait to read more.

cactuscrawler cactuscrawler
5/20/16

@Grimesgirl63
Thank you!

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
5/14/16