Just be reasonable!

[stillgoodpeople]

Running, running. It seemed like all they'd done since the prison fell was to run. Aside from the odd moment stolen to partake of some Moonshine and arson, they'd been steady going. Finally, when the weather started to turn colder and the wear and tear of constant running took its toll. They found shelter where they could, but nothing was ever secure. It always turned into another flight for their lives.

Tonight, they'd holed up in an old storage unit. The mostly empty unit was shelter enough, secure enough with its rolling, metal door. The only real problem was that it didn't have any insulation to speak of and the bitterly cold night air blew in through the cracks.

They'd fashioned a place to sleep. It was bed-like, with the wooden pallets and scraps of old furniture and linens. After weeks of sleeping wherever they could, mostly on the hard ground, it was almost, kinda, sorta comfortable... if it wasn't in a deep freeze.

"Daryl," Beth sighed, fighting to stay patient. "You can't sleep on the floor. It's like a sheet of ice. Just get up here, already."

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[theonlyzenone]

Daryl was still breathing heavy by the time she started to sink down on to him, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he wondered just what the hell had happened, how he'd let it happen--

Shit.

"You can say that again."

[stillgoodpeople]

She giggled softly and decided not to actually repeat herself, although it was a near thing. Blindly, she reached behind her and pulled the blankets up over them, not bothering to move from atop him. It felt too good. He felt too good.

"We can do that again, right?" She asked, peeking up to grin at him. If she had any say about it, they would. Over and over.

[theonlyzenone]

"I..." Should they do that again? Probably not, but the way she looked up at him and smiled like that... it was damn hard to say no. He shook his head, lips quirking up into a slight smile for a moment. It was barely there, something he barely did.

"Yeah. Maybe not right now though..."

[stillgoodpeople]

Ah ha! She saw that smile. Daryl's were so rare, Beth considered each one a victory.

She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Good. As long as it's sometime."

[theonlyzenone]

"Right now, we don't get some damn clothes on, we're freezin' our asses off." The cold was gonna settle in again after all and Daryl was... hell, he tried to be practical. He got a little wrapped up in what Beth was offering, he guessed.

[stillgoodpeople]

"Alright." Even though getting dressed was the last thing she wanted. Beth was worried that once they got out into the world, Daryl would try to forget it ever happened. Wall himself off and claim it was all a mistake. Maybe it was? She didn't care. It was the first thing that'd made her feel good in so long. She'd be damned if she was letting go that easy.

She planted a last, promising kiss on his lips, then reached over to fumble for their hastily discarded clothes. It was getting pretty cold again.

[theonlyzenone]

All he was thinking about right now was getting them warm, getting them back walking again. Had to keep moving, if they wanted to keep alive. Didn't want to run into any trouble.

Once she grabbed her clothes, he hastily went to put his own back on, right them. "Want somethin' to eat? Think we still got some canned stuff... fruit at least."

[stillgoodpeople]

"Sure." Once she was dressed, she went rummaging in the bag for food. It was fair to say she'd worked up an appetite and she bet Daryl was in the same situation. She hummed happily to herself, not in the slightest bit concerned about the slight soreness or stickiness she felt when she moved.

"Wanna eat while we're movin'?" She asked him, handing him an open can of fruit cocktail.