Hershel walked out of the room leaving Daryl in your charge. Daryl stared out the window, not speaking, and making you feel very hesitant. He didn't interact with people all that often, something you had noticed since his group arrived. You could hear people talking in hushed tones just outside the door. Daryl shifted on the bed making you realize how hard you were trying to hear what was said outside. "Don't need no babysitter." He griped. You just snorted and flopped down into the chair beside the window, grabbing a book off of the table. "Not loving my job right now either dear. But if something happens to ya Hershel needs to know, would you rather I get Lori to come sit with ya and talk your damn head off?" He scowled at you and you smiled sweetly before disappearing behind the book. "Hey." you lowered your book, and he looked over at you. "I just wanted to say I think it's really good of you to go out looking for that girl. Everybody else seems to just want to give up, but you keep trying." He looked away, almost embarrassed by the compliment, you just went back to your book. After about an hour you heard him snoring, it was actually nice to hear, You knew how much he did for the group, and you knew how little he rested. Before long the steady noise drifted you into your own sleep.

"God Damnit!" You shot strait up in the chair wiping wildly at your mouth to rid yourself of the drool that you always woke up with. "What!? What's wrong? Daryl?" You began in a panic. "S'nothin' go back to sleep cujo." He laughed, clearly he had seen the drool. Lovely. "What's wrong?" You dismissed his jab. "I just pulled at the stitches tryin' ta get up." You stood using the moonlight to find your way to him. "Here, use me." You offered your arm and he swatted at you to go away. "Damnit Daryl just use my damn arm!" You grabbed his hand and quickly wrapped it around your forearm tired of the tough guy act. He growled at you very displeased. "Wait, why do you need to get up?" He pulled himself up before mumbling something. "Huh?" he wrenched his arm away "I gotta piss! That okay with you nurse?" You heard a few more nasty comments as he hobbled past you to the bathroom. Your face blushed. "Sorry." you offered quietly as the bathroom door closed. When he opened the door you saw him sway a bit before grabbing the frame. "Hang on." you scurried over to his side and this time he just wrapped an arm around your shoulder for support. "Thanks, sorry about the cujo thing." He almost whispered as you helped him sit on the bed. "It's alright, it's not news to me that I drool. Those meds Hershel has you on may make you woozy." He just nodded. In the bright light of the full moon, you couldn't help but notice how nice he looked without a shirt. You had to stop yourself from staring once you had sat back down and he sat at the edge of the bed across from you. He was looking at you, you could feel his gaze. You looked up and caught his eye. "Your hairs really long..." He was slurring a bit "Drink some water." You chided, not wanting him to say something he'd regret. He took the bottle from your hand and gulped greedily. You watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle, and the way his muscles moved as he handed you the water back. "Umm, yeah. Sorry, feel a little better?" you stumbled over words as you tried to change the subject when you saw that little smirk flash in his eyes. He had noticed how you watched him. He never missed anything. The smirk spread to the rest of his face. "We're you just checkin' me out?" you felt sick, your face flushed pale as the moon illuminating the room. "NO!" you gasped. "I mean, I'm just watching you to make sure you're okay... and stuff... for Hershel, ya know." He was chuckling, apparently pain killers set him at ease with the opposite sex. "S'ok, I checked ya out when ya bent over ta get ma water." You blushed. "Your real pretty." He reached out and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into his lap. "Daryl! Your stitches!" You secretly never wanted to leave this spot. "Ain't nothin'!" He crashed his mouth to yours and it was soft and sweet, if not a little sloppy from his medicated state. You returned his kiss and felt yourself become wet when his hand started to wander up your back, under your shirt. "Daryl." you pulled away from the kiss. "I know. I'm sorry." He started to shift away from you looking utterly dejected. "No!" You pulled him back to you. "It's just. This isn't just because your a little drugged right?" He chuckled again, now kissing your neck. "Afraid your takin' advantage of me?" he slurred. "I just don't want you to be upset in the morning, at me, or at you." He laid back on the bed pulling you beside him. "I wanted this for a long time." He tugged at your shirt and you removed it along with your bra and shorts. You were left in nothing but a thread bare pair of panties you'd had since the outbreak began. You felt self conscious. It's never easy to be with someone new, and now without those little things that made you feel more like a woman, you looked down as he took in the sight of you. He cursed quietly, his hands reaching out to explore your body. "You're more beautiful than anybody I ever saw in real life." He marveled as he slowly massaged your breasts and you moaned. You leaned down kissing his taunt stomach. Slowly you made your way to his hip bones, tugging down his boxers you were greeted with the sight of him in all his glory. You swirled your tongue over the tip and then engulfed it in the warm confines of your mouth. Daryl's breathing hitched "Girl, you're gonna end things before we get started." You sucked harder and released him with a wet pop. "No, tonight's just for you. I'm here to take care of you remember?" He smiled down at you as you went back to work. "Don't think this is what the doc had in mind when he asked you to stay." Daryl twitched in your mouth as you took him further into your throat. "Mmhmm?" you questioned before running the back of your tongue over the head of his cock. "Think I should stop?" you grinned at him. "Hell no!" his hand rested on the back of your head as you took him even further into your throat. "Holy Shit!" and with that he came, all hot and sticky, down your throat. You sat up and wiped at the little bit of spit on your lips. "I like you Daryl." you broke the silence. "I like you too." He laughed before pulling you down to lay next to him, resting one hand just under the waistband of your panties. "No really, I just wanted you to know that now. I ain't no little schoolgirl, harboring ideas of some grand romance." He kissed your head. "I know that, it's one of the things I like about ya. You're smart. I'm not some one night stand asshole either though. Besides, I gotta repay you for that good bedside manner ya got." You chuckled along with him, laying quietly until you were sure he was back asleep. You stood and got dressed just as the sun was peaking into the room. The kitchen was quiet and empty as you made coffee, thinking over last night, wondering how much of what he said was true. Hershel pulled you out of thought when he walked in the room. "Coffee?" you asked pouring him a cup. "Thank you dear." If your uncle knew what had happened last night while you played nurse to his patient, he might just kill him. So you assured him that the night was uneventful before retiring to your own room for a much needed nap.