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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Aftermath
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Beth Green
Prompt: a couple's first time
Words: 200
Finished: May 2017
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Beth couldn't sleep; she was still lying in Daryl's arms; she could feel his body's heat and hear him snoring slightly. She would have loved to talk with him, but he was not a guy of many words.
He had shown her he cared for her in a hundred other ways. His kisses were so warm, his touches so gentle. It was as if the world had stopped existing for a moment, and her long-forgotten dreams came back.
When she was younger, she often dreamed about the guy who would be her first: big, and strong, and good-looking, like the heroes in the romantic books she liked to read. When the zombies started taking over the world, she had stopped dreaming; this was no longer a place where love and tenderness could survive.
When she first met Daryl, she was almost scared of him. He looked so ferocious. The crossbow over his shoulder, his eyes so dark and nearly dangerous; she knew he was ready to kill when it was necessary. So much has happened since then. And she had learned to trust him.
Maybe he didn't look like the sparkling knight she had dreamed about, but she felt safe here, in his arms.
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Beth Green
Prompt: a couple's first time
Words: 200
Finished: May 2017
:::
Beth couldn't sleep; she was still lying in Daryl's arms; she could feel his body's heat and hear him snoring slightly. She would have loved to talk with him, but he was not a guy of many words.
He had shown her he cared for her in a hundred other ways. His kisses were so warm, his touches so gentle. It was as if the world had stopped existing for a moment, and her long-forgotten dreams came back.
When she was younger, she often dreamed about the guy who would be her first: big, and strong, and good-looking, like the heroes in the romantic books she liked to read. When the zombies started taking over the world, she had stopped dreaming; this was no longer a place where love and tenderness could survive.
When she first met Daryl, she was almost scared of him. He looked so ferocious. The crossbow over his shoulder, his eyes so dark and nearly dangerous; she knew he was ready to kill when it was necessary. So much has happened since then. And she had learned to trust him.
Maybe he didn't look like the sparkling knight she had dreamed about, but she felt safe here, in his arms.