Holed in by the storm, what better plan is there than to get high?
She laughs and fades back into the centre of the pond when he drapes his bow next to her frilly little bra, strips off his shirt and leaves his pants pooled on the bank. But the laughter changes into something breathless and eager when he wades into the water.
Daryl finds he can’t sleep behind bars. He discovers that Beth isn’t getting much sleep either. Beth has some suggestions for how Daryl might solve his problem.
Daryl Dixon is navigating what it means to be a man, and maybe for him, being a man means he enjoys getting pegged by the love of his life.
“He sleeps better than he ever has before. He eats three meals a day. He helps Hershel work on the farm during the summers, and he remembers anniversaries and birthdays. He remembers the things she always puts on the grocery list. He’s got a steady job, an apartment, and he lets his girlfriend fuck him. Hell, he actually really enjoys it.”