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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[stillgoodpeople]

Beth liked the way he moved in closer without prompting. She liked feeling that he was into it. That he wanted this. Wanted her.

She made a soft, pleased sound against his lips when she felt his fingers in her hair. One hand slipped down to grab the blankets and pull them up over the two of them, keeping them warm and close. Maybe they wouldn't be leaving this morning, after all...

[theonlyzenone]

Daryl had a hard time noticing the cold when she was pressed up against him anyhow. His hands pushed through her hair, brushing it away from her face before tangling in. His lips parted against hers slowly, deepening the kiss.