* Please Review even though this story is finished. Please read His Angel to understand this story.*

Daryl used to be nervous every time he had to get naked around her. He had scars and marks from a painfully childhood but they never bothered her. The first time they had been together he had been so overwhelmed with finding Sophia as a walker and admitting to Saint that he wanted to be with her, that he hadn't thought about them. Their second time, he had been shy about taking his shirt off. But she had touched every mark, kissed every scar so gently he had had to shut his eyes to stop the over whelming emotion she was giving him. For the first time in a long time, he had wanted to cry but he didn't. Her simple touches had eased years of pain for him.

Daryl was leaning over the sink to spit the toothpaste out of his mouth. He turned the water on and rinsed out his toothbrush. He turned the water off and looked at her with a smile. Saint was sleeping sprawled out across their bed. She was on her stomach with her face turned away from him. She only slept on her stomach when she went to bed completely tired and drained. He grinned as he started towards the bed. He was why she was completely drained. They had worked all day on farm close to her cabin then he kept her up late into the night.

He had brought her close to cumming with his hand than walked away from her. He pretended like he had to get a drink. She was sprawled out, her legs spread as she glared at him. He laughed as he took his time drinking the water he had gotten for himself. He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest while he waited a good ten minutes. He brought the water to bed with him then ripped the blankets off her. He took another drink then brought his mouth down on her. The coldness from the water had made her jump and cry out right away. He worked his mouth on her the way he knew she liked, flattening his tongue against her bub then sucking her into his mouth and slowly letting her slip out. She was moving uncontrollably and moaning as she pulled his hair and when she was close again, he pulled away.

Her eyes had shot open as she started yelling at him. Daryl laughed out loud as he took his cup back to the kitchen. He got some more water and took his time drinking it again. That time he waited almost 15 minutes before he moved from the counter. He laughed the whole time because she was begging, whining, then ordering him to finish her off.

At the end of the 15 minutes, he started undoing his button down shirt. He started towards their bed, letting it fall to the ground. He pulled his wife beater off and tossed it away from him as well. He stood at the end of her bed and undid his belt so slowly she had propelled herself forward to do it herself but he had stopped her, gently pushing her back down to the bed. When he finally moved into her, she started thanking him over and over again until he laughed and told her to stop. When she finally came, her hips almost came off the bed. He was sure the group outside in their tents had her calling out. She had used every curse word she could and had even combined some. After they were both coming down from orgasm aftershocks, he had burst into laughter, recalling her combinations.

Now it was the morning after and she was still passed out. Usually she woke before him. She'd get up, make coffee, brush her teeth and start getting their clothes ready for the day but that day, she was still out like a light. He grinned as he stalked over to their bed. He slowly and carefully worked the blankets down from her body. He climbed onto the bed and...

A painful shock flew through Saint's ass, making her jump awake. Her mattress jumped a second before Daryl's laughter greeted her. She looked towards the end of the bed and found him laying on his stomach, his face in the mattress as he laughed. She looked down her back and frowned at the angry red mark on her ass. She pushed herself up to her knees and glared at him.

" First you keep me up all night, you get me excited but refuse to get me off, get me excited again and refuse me, then you wake me up by smacking my ass? What the fuck is wrong with you!" She snapped playfully. He rolled onto his back, still laughing. Saint fought not to smile. When she first met him, and got to know him, he hardly ever smiled. Now, almost a month later, he was developing laugh and smile lines on his face. " You're a dick." She said as she got off their bed.

" You make me laugh so hard sumtimes my stomach hurts." He said as he watched her walk naked into the bathroom.

He wasn't lying. She was silly and the more he got to know her, the sillier she was becoming. She would make faces at him when he was trying to concentrate. Sometimes she'd try talking to him in different voices and accents, trying to make him guess where they were from and she was surprising good at faking accents.

Sometimes she made him laugh without trying. For being a hunter herself, she was surprising clumsy. She had almost walked into a few trees, only being saved by either himself or someone else. She also tripped a lot. But she always laughed at herself and he liked that. He liked how she always tried to tell him a joke, only to forget the punch line. A few times she had even asked him what the punch line was.

" You are going to pay, dick." She said as she got her toothbrush ready.

Daryl propped his head up with his hand, elbow on the bed, as he watched her brush her teeth. His eyes taking in her slender, petite frame. He couldn't decided what part of her was his favorite. He loved her ass and how tight it was. He loved kissing her stomach. He loved how toned her legs were and her arms drove him crazy. He loved her mouth and all the things she did with it to him. He loved her tits and how the fit into his hands. He loved her eyes and how they sparkled when she laughed or how they looked when she looked at him. He sighed as she leaned over and spit quickly into the sink.

" What are you goin to do? Bite my ankles off?" Their height difference was a constant source of entertainment for him. She was only 5 foot 1 inch and he was almost 6 foot tall, standing 5 foot 11 inches and he was almost reminding her of that. Sometimes it was just in how he'd lean against her, resting his arm on her head, sometimes it was him pretending not to know who was talking to him because she wasn't at his eye level. Sometimes he'd just call her Shorty then laugh.

She smiled at him and hopped onto the sink. She sat so her right side was facing him. She raised up her left leg while letting her right leg dangle. She leaned back against the bathroom mirror and closed her eyes. She brought her hand down to herself. He sat up, paying more attention to her. He moved down the bed so he could see what she was doing better. She noticed him and turned herself so he couldn't see. She made a big dramatic moan.

" What are you doin?" He asked. " I wanna see." He said as he slipped off their bed. Saint opened her eyes and looked over at him with her best bedroom eyes.

" No." She said. She reached out and pushed the bathroom door shut. She flipped the lock and leaned against the door with a grin. She started moaning. The handle of the door started a shake a second before he started pounding on it.

" Angel! Open the door!" He yelled. She started moaning louder. He started pounding harder on the door. " Open the door, Angel, now!" She ignored him as she moaned even louder. " Saint, you open this door right now!" She moaned louder and louder while he yelled and kicked at the door. She slowing started quieting the moans down then stepped away from the door and popped the lock. She stepped back again a second before the door flew open. He was panting and taking his pants off.

" Oh, you can keep those on, I'm all finished here." She said as she turned away to move to the tub. He grabbed her and yanked her against his front.

" I know you're lyin, Angel." He said softly into her hair. " When you cum, your skin flushes even when you get yourself off. And don't you ever try that shit again, you know I like to watch you touch yourself."

" I told you I'd make you pay." Saint said as his hand slipped down the front of her.

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As they walked through the yard to the camp site of the group, his arm was around her shoulders and their heads were together so they could talk. She was still a little shy around the group but she got along well with Carol, Dale, Glenn, and Rick. Lori was standoffish and Daryl told Saint it was because Saint was so pretty. Andrea stuck mostly to Shane and Shane made Saint nervous but she wasn't sure why.

" What's on the list for today, Shorty?" He asked as they walked.

" I think Rick wants you, Shane, and him to keep working on the fence. He wants the group completely in that farmhouse by the end of the week. Then we are supposed to start working on the neighboring house." She said. She slipped her arm around his waist. She turned her face into his chest and bit him lightly, making him jump. He grabbed her and picked her up. Saint laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her on his left hip like she was a child. Her arms were around his neck.

" You guys are weird." Glenn said when they reached him.

" Ah, Glenn, you want Daryl to carry you around on his hip?" Saint asked.

" No, thanks." He said with a smile.

" Alright, now that Daryl and Saint are here, let's go over the plan for today." Rick said.