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Daryl x reader but at first she gets on his nerves? Almost enemies to lovers

Summary: Daryl hated you, completely despised you. His hatred for you turned into something more after just one night with you.

A/N: This is probably the filthiest and longest thing I've ever written :). So enjoy asf!!! This was literally hell to write because i have writer's block right now so my mind is somewhere else right now

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Slapping/spanking, Daryl just being mean asf. Kind of a toxic relationship?!?

Word count: 8K

Daryl was at peace in this moment, complete and utter peace. The river slowly rushing against the earth, the soft wind blowing against his skin, the bright light of the sun bursting the stress from his face. Ever since he had gotten away from Alexandria he felt he was where he belonged, nature. Ever since he was a kid, rivers and forests were his safe haven. The only living thing to be seen was the animals and even then they were fearful of humans.

That's how Daryl felt in a way, fearful of humans and what they can do, that's why he resided with animals. They had their packs and stayed with them, never getting too close to other packs. It was just him and his home, of course with the dog too. But despite the healing of the river or the wind whispering into his ear, this wound could never be healed for Daryl. He was out here for a reason and this time it wasn't trying to run away from his dad.

It was for Rick, his friend, his family.... his brother. This was a deeper wound than any he'd ever had, mental or physical. He was angry, hurt, and guilty for what he had done, especially with the silence that came with nature. He looked for days on end, and those days turned to months, and months turned to years. He felt like he was going crazy, but he knew Rick was still alive and if he wasn't... he just needed to give the people that confirmation.

He took the knife and gutted it into the fish, cleaning it out until it was just the meat on its bones. It was a chilly day, enough to have the dog cuddled up on Daryl's leg as he gutted the fish. Daryl didn't mind the cold, he actually liked it better than the heat and it kept the dead away better. He continued his work, frying the fish on the fire as he poked at it softly, mesmerized by the crackles of the fire.

Suddenly a branch snapped behind Daryl, he didn't hesitate in pulling his crossbow from next to him and pointing it at the sound, ready to fire at any minute. He almost squeezed the trigger, almost letting the arrow go right into the head of his attacker. But suddenly his eyes made out who it was and realized it was you. His body feels relaxed but only to be filled with annoyance.

"It's just me!" You put your hands up in surrender, dropping what you had been holding in your hands.

Daryl watched as you shook, fearing that Daryl might actually shoot you at that moment. Daryl sighed, putting down his crossbow and rolling his eyes.

"Damn it, girl! I coulda killed you!" Daryl yelled. Of course, the first time he talks in days is to scold you for something.

Daryl sat back down in his spot, throwing down his crossbow in anger as he went back to cooking his fish. He suddenly wished he would've pulled the trigger, maybe then he could tell everyone it was an accident.... as if anyone could miss you. If Daryl said he hated you, it was an understatement. He despised you, he wondered how you survived this long without a bullet to your head.

"I know... I'm sorry.." You tried to defend yourself. "Carol asked me to drop some stuff off... I didn't mean to scare you.."

You bent down to gather what you had in your hands, the bag you had broken when you dropped it. You shoved everything in the bag and stood up, standing still as you watched Daryl cook his fish. You never knew why Daryl couldn't stand you, it made you a bit sad at first because you envied him. You thought he was the coolest person ever, with his crossbow and his motorcycle. Part of you thought it was because you genuinely thought he was a cool person but the other half knew it was because of what he did to your underwear.

"Carol told me to bring you more arrows and some extra clothes... I threw some food...." You went to finish but Daryl was annoyed by your voice already, wanting you to shut up and leave already.

"Why couldn't she do it?" He interrupted

You forgot how much of an asshole he was and at that moment, you were kind of glad he was staying out here instead of in Alexandria. The only reason you liked him staying at Alexandria is how his arms looked when he was working on his bike... but that's all it was to you, just a silly little crush or not even that, you'd be more than okay if he fucked you and dipped. You cleared your throat, collected your words, and shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh well... Henry is sick, he has some kind of stomach bug and well I was at the kingdom so she asked if I could bring it to you on the w..." Once again you can't even get your words out without Daryl being a complete dick to you.

"I didn't ask for a story." He said sternly, not even looking at you but you knew his face had that ugly, yet strangely arousing, annoyed look written all over it.

You sharply inhaled, slightly hurt at his words. You just stood there though, not sure what to do next. You could just throw his shit down or not and leave, but unfortunately, you were too tired to go on. You had been walking all day and here to Alexandria would be at least another 3 hours. You just thought maybe some rest would be nice, maybe a bit of that fish he was cooking but you knew Daryl.

Daryl hadn't liked you ever since you two had met, he was always such a dick to you and you had no idea why literally no idea. You were always respectful to him, saying please and thank you, sometimes shooting him a soft smile when you would catch each other in the same room. He always put you down so fast, sometimes just his facial expression when he would look at you was enough for you to go home crying.

"You can leave now, you did your job." He pulled you out of your thoughts.

His eyes still didn't reveal themselves to you, but you knew the stank eye he'd be giving you right now. The thought of it just made your stomach do turns, but the thing you were about to ask made it drop completely.

"That's the thing... you know it's getting late, by the time I get back on the main roads it'll be pitch black, and well I've been walking all..." You don't even know why you keep trying to explain anything to him at this point.

"Get to the point.." He said, annoyance dripping from his mouth. You sighed and rolled your eyes, standing up straight so you could at least look like you were not about to cry or throw a tantrum.

"I was wondering if I could stay here for the night... I'll be out of your hair by dawn tomorrow." You pleaded almost, which made you cringe a bit.

Daryl stayed silent for a minute, just poking at the fire softly as he rubbed the dog's head. Daryl almost gagged at the thought of you staying with him, even just for a night. It reminded him of when you guys were on the road together with everyone else, you always ended up sleeping next to him and he hated it. You would take up such a little room but Daryl felt like that was more than you needed, he would huff and puff. Not to mention how tight his pants would get when we saw you in only a tank top, how your breasts would push themselves together as you snored softly. How your pretty lips would part themselves, almost as if you were teasing him even in your sleep.

Daryl thought for a minute, he really didn't want you here. Your presence would just be so irritating to Daryl, he would know you were only 2 feet away from him at all times and that frustrated Daryl. You would be prancing around his safe space, breast sticking out, voice laced with sugar as you spoke, and presenting your ass to Daryl while you picked something up. The thought made Daryl go cold and he wanted to kick you out then and there. Call Daryl old-fashioned but he was against kicking out a young girl for safety just because of one's annoyance.

"Ya, you will be..." Daryl stated, standing up and making his way over to you, snatching the bag from your hand. "You can stay for the night... but you're gonna have to give me your weapons for the night and you owe me half of your food."

Fucking asshole... is all you could think of. You hated him, so fucking much it hurt. You have no idea what you had done to this man to make him hate you so much, it doesn't make sense to you but you needed some rest. You handed him your bag and watched him sit back down in the same spot, digging into the bag Carol had packed.

"Thank you, Daryl. I ap..." You decided at this moment to stop trying to speak.

"And no talking... I don't want to hear anything you gotta say, ya hear me?" He scolded, containing his digging into the bag.

"yes sir..." You bit back, trying your best not to start yelling at him about how childish he was being.

You brushed past Daryl to get some water from the river so you could get away from Daryl. Daryl's dick twitched at your use of "sir", he couldn't help the goosebumps that rose from his skin. He watched you walk your way down to the river, watching your tits bounce as you stormed off. He hated you with a burning passion but he couldn't deny that you had beautiful tits.

You couldn't sleep, you were so tired before you went to this shit show of a camp but now you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, the tent walls feeling like they were going to close on you. You could hear Daryl poking at the fire outside, trying to keep it burning as he kept an eye out. Daryl made you take the tent, he said he'd sleep outside with the dog, and that bothered you a bit.

Daryl was always so mean to you, literally telling you he wished you would fall off a cliff yet he gives you the tent? Maybe you were reading too deep into it, trying everything to believe your lie that he had an ounce of care for you in him. But that was odd behavior for someone like Daryl, especially towards you. That's why you think you can't sleep, not only did Daryl make you want to bawl your eyes out with how mean he was but also you were so confused about your own feelings.

You wanted to hate Daryl, you said you did but really you didn't. Every mean thing he said to you should've been enough for anyone to hate another person, but you simply couldn't. You wanted him to like you, you craved it. Every time you tried to be nice or help him with something, you felt like a teenage girl trying to get the attention of a boy. It was exhausting, but so frustrating. This behavior of his only created a fire in your belly, leaking out of your core.

The frustration of the day could only be dulled in one way, the warmth of your two fingers. It was a nightly ritual at this point, I mean at least Daryl's behavior is beneficial in one way right? But you couldn't do it in this tent that felt so suffocating, with Daryl's scent everywhere and his soft blanket against your bare thighs. No, you couldn't. It was gross, almost disgusting to do such a thing, especially for you.

You finally gave up on sleep, pulling your shorts back on and heading out of the tent. The wind hit you first, then the smoke of the fire, and then the eyes of Daryl. He looked already so annoyed, like just your presence was enough for him to be in a shitty mood. You smiled at him, pulling your jacket closer to your body as you sat down on the log in front of him.

"Couldn't sleep..." You whispered, sighing as you looked deep into other fires.

Daryl didn't make an expression towards that, only the same annoyed expression. Daryl couldn't help but watch your thighs out of the corner of his eye, watching them glow in the fire, making them look completely delicious. He tried to focus on keeping the fire alive but the hardening in his pants was almost impossible to ignore. He's never really had alone time with you, not one on one before, there was always another person so this was new to him. Honestly even more annoying like this because he could only imagine fucking you into the dirty ground, not able to escape these thoughts by annoying someone else.

"And why's that my problem?" He snapped back, his voice thick with tiredness and frustration.

You scoffed, looking at him with disbelief as your heart broke a little more. You were now at peak frustration and extremely exhausted, so you weren't going to just sit there and let it happen... not this time. You shook with anger, the wind doing nothing to cool you down. You just wanted to have a nice conversation with him, social interaction that you desperately needed from a day of being consumed by your own thoughts.

"You are such a dick you know that?" You spit out, your arms throwing themselves up as you let your anger out finally. "Jesus! I can't have one fucking conversation without you being such an asshole."

Daryl's blood goes cold, looking over at you as your eyes start tearing up due to your anger. He's never seen you so angry, he's never known that you cry when you get mad, he finds it... attractive. It makes his mind wander to what else makes you cry. Is there any emotion you feel too much? Do you cry? Or is this situation just that distressing to you? Daryl just stayed silent, finding it almost humorous how you actually cared what he thought and how worked up you were getting over it. You waited for a snarky reply or a cold comment about how annoying you were, but you were met with his cold blue eyes boring into your skin. That was it, that was enough to make you decide to pack up your stuff and get the hell out of there.

"Oh my fucking god... fuck you, Daryl, I mean seriously." You shot up from where you had been sitting and stood above him, the fire illuminating your furrowed brows and bloodshot eyes. "I mean are you fucking kidding me?!? why do you hate me? did I do something or are you just that fucking mean?"

Daryl stared up at you, watching you shiver as the wind hit your bare legs. Daryl asked himself that a lot too, why did he hate you? You really did do nothing to him, you were honestly extremely helpful and probably the kindest person he'd ever met. But that made him so upset. The innocence that radiated off of you, the pureness in your eyes, almost as if the world hadn't gotten to you yet. He found it unfair, how you were who you were in this world, it wasn't fair. The annoying sweetness that coated your voice was enough for him to go insane, he hated it.

That was only part of the hatred he felt for you, he wanted to completely defile you. He wanted to take that innocent little act of yours and fuck it out of you, he wanted to shut your silky soft voice up by fucking your voice box so hard it leave you speechless, wanted to crave scars into your skin as you begged him for more. He found these thoughts truly disgusting to even think, his own mind scolding him for letting the thoughts linger. He hated you for making him this crazy, making him so hard at night he couldn't be satisfied with his own hand he had to have you... so now he sat there looking up at you, watching as tears filled your eyes and your bare thighs were exposed.

Daryl grinned at your reaction, slowly standing up so he was towering over you. You looked scared, eyes filled with worry now as he made his way over to you. He was face to face with you now, you could feel his breath on his face and his eyes full of something... it wasn't anger, wasn't sadness, something in between yet not anywhere near.

"Ya' know, I do hate you Y/N" He says simply, making your bottom lip tremble as your tears finally escape your eyes. You knew it but it still hurt. "Ya' wanna know why or are you going to cry like the little bitch you are?"

His words took you back, this was a new all-time low for Daryl but for some reason, his words flew straight to your core and you had to press your legs together to ignore it. You stayed silent, not really knowing if you wanted to know or not but you had a feeling you had no choice. Daryl was going to tell you and all you could do was listen. You're breath hitched, wiping your tears with your sleeve as you watch him go to speak.

"I think yer stupid, and annoying, and a fucking worthless bitch who shouldn't have made it this far." His words shot bullet holes in your heart. "We shoulda left you where we found you. Ya bring no good into this group, you only hold us back."

You let out a sob, your heart quite literally being torn apart but you were still so needy all at once. You were used to mean, you were used to hurt but this felt nowhere close to what you've experienced before. You had gotten more frustrated simply because you still liked Daryl, you honestly would give anything for him to kiss you and it made your lips burn with need. It felt like your head was going to explode, being degraded and loving every second of it was something you never thought you would be thinking at this moment.

"Ya wanna know something else..." Daryl whispered, taking his hand and pushing your hair back out of your face as tears streamed down your face. He then lifted your chin to force you to look at him. "It's annoying how you act all innocent... prancing around in short shorts with your tits hanging out, acting like you aren't just trying to get fucked."

You look into his blue eyes, trembling as you feel his hand placed on your chin. You didn't realize how close you had gotten to him, how your body was almost pressed against his as he degraded you. You let a couple of soft whimpers out, feeling as Daryl wiped a tear away from your eye as he bites his lip.

"Ain't that right hm? All ya ever really wanted was to get fucked, just wanted to be used?" He spit out, you let out a soft moan as he continued to rest his hand on your chin, his heat filling your body. "want me to fuck ya?"

Your eyes widened, feeling like you were in a dream and you would wake up at any moment. You looked between his eyes and mouth as he spoke, his lips feeling like the only thing that could dull this heat inside of you. You nodded softly, biting your lip as you watched his mouth grow into a smirk. You expected him to place a soft kiss on your lips as he bent down to connect your lips, but you were met with a sharp pain in your left cheek. You gasped, not knowing what happened but then realized Daryl had smacked you. He didn't smack you too hard but it was enough to leave you in shock.

"wh..." You went to say but Daryl grabbed your throat roughly, it was a firm grip but not enough to hurt you.

"Use yer words... or are you too dumb for that?" He spits out, his words making your legs wobble slightly.

You felt lightheaded, you felt dizzy, you felt completely content in where you were right now. It was a crazy feeling, a feeling that was so intense it made you want to cry. You sniffled, clearing your throat so you could respond but the words were stuck in your throat. Daryl's eyes looked down on you with impatience, his teeth softly clenched as he waited for your words, the words he knew were hard for you to say.

"I...umm" You stuttered, lips quivering. "I want you.. to fuck me" You stated

Sex was new to you still, especially now since sex was the last thing on your mind half the time. This kind of sex, however, rough and mean sex was completely new to you. You weren't sure what to do or how to do it, do you mean back or do you just let it happen and enjoy the ride? You trusted Daryl though, no matter how mean he was to you, you still knew he wouldn't hurt you. Daryl smirked down at you, his rough hand still grasping onto your soft neck.

Daryl only knew hard sex, he'd never been in love or wanted to be in love so he was going to fuck you the only way he knew. He bent down to your lips, softly lingering above yours. You tried to reach up and touch his lips to yours but his hand on your neck kept you in place. Instead, he placed his lips on your nose, then your forehead then everywhere on your face but your lips. You were melting, just one kiss and you would be happy... you begged for just one kiss.

"How 'bout ya get in the tent hm?" He finally said after teasing you with his lips. "I'll be in, in a minute."

Daryl smirked down at you, letting go of your neck which was the only thing supporting your body right now. You looked surprised but also irritated as he teased you and not made you get into the tent. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you stomped into the tent. Daryl chuckled as you pouted, watching you stomp your feet to the tent. Daryl turned around and finished his fire poking, keeping it heated, making you wait.

You were pouting in the tent, arms crossed as you waited for him to come in. You couldn't sit still, you pressed your thighs together and tried to touch yourself through your jeans but nothing helped the ache. You were suddenly so hot, feeling like your skin was melting off in the small tent so you decided to take your shirt off and let the cool air consume it. You slowly started to tear each of your clothes off until you were only in your underwear and bra, you were about to take your bra off but Daryl had ripped through the tent and saw you. He was taken aback as he saw your bare body, not expecting it and it made him crazy.

You sat there like a deer in headlights as he stared down at you, hands suddenly laying at your thighs as you were just on your knees. Daryl's hand shook, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you already but he wanted to wait... he needed to wait. He got down on your level, the tent too small for him to stand in. He reached his hand out to your shoulder, placing his hand on it and slowly pulling down your bra strap. His touch made you shiver, goosebumps forming on your skin as he slowly undressed you or undressed what you had on still.

"You might be dumb..." He stated, bring his lips to your neck. "But you sure are fucking sexy..."

He then attacked your neck, giving you sloppy kisses on your skin as you softly moaned at his action. His other hand placed on your older shoulder and ripped your other bra strap down, attacking that side of your neck next. Your hands wandered his body, trying to pull him closer to you as you wanted him to touch you further. His soft lips sucked on your sensitive skin, making you squirm underneath his grasp.

"mm.. fuck.." You moaned out, causing Daryl to go crazy. He couldn't hold back himself anymore, he couldn't tease you or degrade you anymore. He needed you.

"Fuck it..." Daryl said, stopping his movements and lying down on his back.

You watched him wide as, watching as he pulled his pants down to his ankles and how his cock sprang out freely. Your mouth watered almost, wanting nothing more than to such him off and watch him unravel on your tongue. Daryl rubbed himself a bit, trying to have some friction while he waited for you. You forgot what you were doing at first, you're mind completely going blank as you watched him touch himself.

You were slightly worried, Daryl was big... a lot bigger than you thought he would be. You felt a bit nervous about how’d he fit, you were quite small, well at least a lot smaller than Daryl. Daryl continued rubbing himself up and down, watching you shiver at the thought of him being inside you. He could see how nervous you had gotten, how shy you had suddenly become as your thighs squeezed together.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to his blue eyes. "We can stop, pretend this didn't happen." He reassures, placing a hand on your arm comfortably.

You gave him a small smile, moving your body on top of his. You replaced his hand with your own as you slowly jerked him off, watching his mouth part open in surprise as you did so. Your sudden confidence was a huge turn-on for Daryl, causing him to become unbelievably hard under your grasp. This is what Daryl wanted from you, he wanted you to stop acting innocent and take what you wanted. You were meek and shy, you simply doing this was so out of character.

"You want me to stop?" You ask, watching Daryl grow harder as you stroked his cock up and down.

Daryl shot you a soft smile, pulling you down to connect your lips to his. It was hard, rough, and filled with passion. The feeling of your hand on his cock, the taste of your lips, and the feeling of your weight on top of him. He needed you, needed to see you bouncing on top of him as he ripped you open. He wanted to see the pain and pleasure wash over you until you went as crazy as he is at this moment, he would give the world just to see it.

"Fuck no... god..." He moaned out, as your hand's pace picked up. "Ride my cock sweet girl... wanna see how dirty you can get." He teased me.

You giggled at his words, but they went all to your core at once. A wave of slick escaped your cunt, dripping over Daryl's thighs. You gave into his needs, but you did it ever so carefully. You moved your waist to hover over his throbbing cock, his tip ever so slightly rubbing between your slit. You teased him slightly, almost putting his tip inside you but slipping it out once again. You could tell he was growing frustrated, you can see him hold back his urge to push you down on his cock. You could get off on this, his head softly massaging your cunt and his thrust up when it had reached your clit. You continued this movement, teasing him softly but in reality, it felt too good for you.

"Gonna get yourself in trouble if you keep it up..." He moaned out, moving his hands to your hips. His hands helped you move your body back and forth, the head of his cock nuzzling between your slits.

"feels so good..." You whisper, biting your lip softly. "The least you can do for being an a..." You forgot who you were with, the person who never lets you finish your sentence.

You were cut off by Daryl taking your hips, pushing them down until his cock was damn near bottomed out inside you. You let out a gasp, hunching over so your nails were dug into his chest. It hurt, it felt like you were being ripped open... but it sent a strange pain throughout your body. Inside of rejecting his cock, your body welcomed it, almost as if it's what you needed this entire time. You shook slightly, the head of his cock already hitting your g spot as you stayed still. Your body was still getting used to it, but every bone of your body craved you to move your hips. Daryl chuckled softly as your eyes prickled with tears and your string of curses filled the tent.

"Told ya... dumb slut never listens" Daryl spit out, sitting up so your hands could balance on his shoulders.

He didn't give you time to say anything else, he took it upon himself to help you get used to him. He thrusted his hips up, creating more pain/pleasure that coursed through your body. It was a delicious stink, creating screams like moans that flowed off your tongue. His hips started off slow, obviously not that much of an asshole to completely overwhelm your senses. He placed one hand on our waist, going between hard thrusts and rolling his hips to try to ease the sting.

After a few thrusts though, you get used to his cock stuffing your cunt and you feel yourself getting eager. You start to move your hips a little with his, your hips going against his own hips because you were so cock hungry you couldn't help yourself. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving moon-shaped cuts along them. Your head threw itself back, letting Daryl fuck you harshly as you just enjoyed the ride. You would be surprised if your moans didn't attract walkers or raiders... they were almost screams at this point.

"Gonna fuck the dumb slut out of you... huh?" He started, moving his hand up to your hair and pulling it down to look at him. "Ain't that right... gonna fuck this pussy until that stupid little brain of yours start working.."

His hand in your hair forced you to look at him, his eyes blown out as he fucked your cunt so harshly, you couldn't help but drool. You shook slightly, something inside you snapped as you watched him huff and puff. Your hips suddenly had a mind of their own, they start rolling against his roughly, your eyes on his the entire time as you fuck yourself on his cock. You couldn't help it, your stomach burned and your cunt ached as you so badly wanted to get off. Your thrusts were rough, overpowering daryls at this point.

Daryl was taken back by this action, his hips starting to slow down as you created your own pace and your own way of fucking him. Daryl's hands rested on your hips though, helping you set a pace that felt good for the both of you but also let you take complete control. He never knew how pretty you could be, I mean of course he thought you were hot as fuck but he would never describe you as pretty... until now. The way you took him deep inside of you, the way your cunt clenched around him... maybe those were factors of why his view of you changed but maybe it went further than that.

Your thighs burned, your cunt ached, and your frustration grew. You so desperately wanted to get off, so your thrust was all over the place. You would start harder and deeper then your stamina would weaken, your thrusts turning slow and drawn out. It felt like it was happening on a loop, your frustration getting the best of you. Daryl's hands do a decent job setting your pace, but not enough to actually do anything. Daryl enjoyed this though, watching your frustration grow as you greedily tried to get off.

"Fuck... Daryl..." You groaned out, you couldn't even form words at this point. His cock hitting so deep inside you, it affects your speech. "please... I can't..."

Daryl grinned, hearing your pleas but basking in them. He brushed your hair from your face, loving the sight of your tears flowing down your face due to frustration and pleasure. He watched as you glistened in the moonlight, your skin beet red and your body soaked with sweat. Your hips slowed, still rocking back and forth but the pain in your hips felt unbearable now. You gave Daryl a pleading look, hoping he'd just be nice to you and give you what you wanted.

Daryl wasn't nice though, you knew this when you came into this. Daryl had disgusting things in mind for you, things that would leave you bruised and bloody. Daryl didn't know what nice was, especially when it came to fucking a "dumb slut". You fluttered your eyes at Daryl, your eyes telling him everything you wanted from him.

"What?" He asked, acting completely oblivious to what you wanted. "Can the dumb slut not get herself off? hmm..." He teased me.

You gulped down a comeback, afraid if you do he won't give you what you want. Daryl grinned, taking the hand in your hair and slowly moving it to your throat until it was wrapped around it. He gripped it hard, bringing your face down to meet him as he applied pressure to it.

"You are really that fucking stupid huh... Jesus christ." He spit out, watching you squirm above him, his cock still nestled deep inside you. "Fucking useless.."

You loved every second of his torment, of his degradation, of his anger. In one swift moment, Daryl threw you down onto the rough tent floor. You moaned softly, his cock being yanked out of your mouth and leaving you empty. Daryl wasn't done, he grabbed you roughly and set you on your hands and knees.

"I gotta do everything for you... too fucking stupid to do anything for yourself." He said, pushing your back down as he held your ass up. "Can't even ride a fucking cock right..."

Daryl rubbed your ass gently, watching you grip the blanket that was laid down for a makeshift bed. He dragged his fingers down your slit, feeling your throbbing cunt but dragging them back up to your ass. He could get off right now, cumming all over your back and drenching you with cum, seeing you like this just did that to him. He laid his hand flat down on your ass, putting it back high and then slamming it down on your bare ass.

You gasped, being shot forward as he spanked you. You weren't expecting it, the pain of the smack shooting through your veins and suddenly you wanted him to do it again. Never in your sexual life have you ever been spanked or slapped or degraded, it was something you could get used to. Daryl placed his hand on the red print on your ass, rubbing it softly as he watched your reaction to it. He knew it was foreign to you and he wanted to make sure you didn't have any objections to what he was doing. He leaned down slowly, kissing behind your ear and whispering into your ear.

"Are ya' still okay? We can stop now..." He wanted to hurt you but in the most pleasant and consensual way.

You took a minute to get a response, not because you had any second thoughts about what was happening. No, the silence was because you knew this would change you forever. This wouldn't just be a crush anymore, it would be more real. Even if Daryl just wanted a quick fuck, you would look at him differently whether you wanted to or not. If he did just want a quick fuck, you would feel as though you have been led on... because you did like him, and if that's all he wanted then it would break your heart. You look up at Daryl, watching as he gives you soft kisses on your back and neck. Fuck it...

"Again...." You whispered out, his eyes surprised you even said anything. He thought he was being too much, that he was going too far. He had no idea you were enjoying this as much as he did...

You felt too good right now for him to stop now, your stomach completely tensed up and your cunt fluttered around nothing. You needed him in the most disgusting way possible Daryl didn't see a single twinkle of doubt in your eyes, you knew what you wanted and you wanted him to give it to you. Daryl smiled at you, not a shit-eating grin or that stupid smirk... an actual smile.

Daryl raised the hand on your ass again, bringing it down roughly on your ass. You shot forward again, feeling your cunt tighten around nothing once more. Daryl waited once again for you to come back to him before he did it once more. The smacks got faster and harder, each one sending more amounts of pleasure through your body and bringing you closer to the edge. Your moans only fueled the fire in the diary, wanting nothing more than to completely destroy you.

After a couple more smacks, Daryl lined himself up behind you. This time he would be a bit nicer, slowly inching himself in and letting your tight cunt adjust to him. He watched your mouth open slightly, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping onto anything they could find. Daryl rubbed your back with his free hand, slowly pushing himself into you until he was completely inside of you. Each inch you took made your eyes roll into your eyes and your toes curl.

Daryl started his thrusts slowly, watched you come undone on his cock already and he was just getting started. He watched as the coil in your stomach snapped and felt it when your walls fluttered around him, your liquid coating his cock. He fucked you through your first orgasm, picking up his pace when you couldn't feel your cunt flutter around his cock anymore. Daryl was Edgar to cum but also to make you cum over and over until you couldn't say anything else but his name.

"Fuck... such a tight fucking pussy..." He moaned out, grabbing your hips and shoving them down on his cock. "Could fuck this thing all day.... use you like my own fucktoy."

You could feel another wave of pleasure hit you, the coil in your stomach tightening once again. Daryl was rough with his thrust now, shoving himself into you before pulling all the way back and then slamming back in. It felt so good, making your entire body feel like it was on fire in the most pleasant way. Suddenly, not even 2 minutes after your first orgasm... You felt the coil snap once again, soaking Daryl's cock for a second time.

Daryl didn't slow down, just went harder as you screamed out as you came... hard. He gripped your hips roughly, leaving bruises on them most likely. You went completely limp, allowing him to use you exactly in the way he wanted to. You were exhausted, after two orgasms only minutes away from each other and working on your third one...You were completely worn out and wanting nothing more than another orgasm. Daryl watched you go limp, your ass having to be held up by him now.

"Come on baby...." He moaned, grabbing your arms and pulling you flush against him. "Gonna make me cum... gonna cum all over that fucking pretty ass of yours..."

His words only make your cunt tighten around his cock. You were standing on your knees in front of him, your knees digging into the tent floor as your head leaned back on his shoulder. You looked up at him with tired eyes, face bright red and your eyes leaking tears. You watched his face contort every time he thrusted, his lip being brought between his teeth and his eyes fluttering closed. He was beautiful, every muscle of his stomach placed on your back, his cock deep inside you, and his face looked to be sculpted by gods themselves.

Daryl's moans got louder, his cock twitched slightly and you could feel he was close just by the way he gripped onto your arms. You tried your best to fuck yourself back onto him as his thrusts became sloppy, wanting to fuck him through his own orgasm. Daryl was so close, his bruising grip on your arms as he pulled you closer and closer to him. You were right there next to him, your third orgasm already coursing through your stomach as you so desperately tried to help get you both off.

"daryl..." was the only thing you could get out, the other dirty words you had in mind getting lost in your throat as a particularly harsh thrust caused the coil in your stomach to burst open.

You shook violently as you came once again on his cock but you could only enjoy it for only seconds before Daryl let go of your arms, causing you to fall harshly onto the tent floor. You groaned, your orgasm still coursing through your body as you felt the ache of being dropped on the floor. You looked back to see why Daryl had done what he did, seeing that he was stroking his cock roughly. You watched as he came on your ass and back, his O face looking like something from your dreams.

You couldn't be mad now, not that you were able to see him in his high. When he finished covering you in his cum, he collapsed next to you. He breathed heavily as if he had just run a marathon and all you could do was watch him in awe. You would touch yourself to the thought of him, but nothing could've prepared you for how pretty he looked while doing it. He was on another planet at this moment, not even in this world as he recovered from his orgasm.

"fuck..." He said, his voice raspy and thick with exhaustion. "You're gonna be a problem..."

Daryl knew he shouldn't have done this, he should've just let you leave.... he should've just told you to leave in the first place. He knew once he had you vulnerable, ass up and ready for him to fuck you... he wouldn't be able to resist. He knew you'd become like a drug to him, he wanted to continue to hate you and live both of your lives separately, away from each other. There was just something about you, something about you that not only made his cock twitch but his heart. He always had a soft spot for you, he hated it.

You were still on your knees, back covered in his cum and the top half of you smushed against the ground. You just watched him come down from his high, not responding to him as he slowly came to his senses. Daryl looks back over at you, seeing you in a very uncomfortable position and sticky...

"Here..." He said, sitting up and finding a discarded rag that was always in his tent.

You slowly sat up on your knees, taking the rag he had handed to you. You smiled, nodding softly as to thank him simply because your voice box was damn near broken from screaming. You reached behind you, taking the rag and wiping him off of you. Daryl started getting some blankets together to make a bed for the both of you, hoping that wasn't crossing a line for you... as if he didn't just fuck the shit out of you. You struggled to get the entirety of your back, Daryl noticed this as he was setting down blankets.

Without saying a word, Daryl took the rag from you and gently wiped your back off. You hummed softly as he did so, the warmth of his hands making you feel giddy once again. You wanted to say something, anything just to get him talking again. His voice always makes you feel right at home, even if most of the time he was a dickhead to you.

"You know.." You said, voice coming out as a whisper. "I've never done something like this before..."

You looked back at him, his eyes focused on your back as he tried to make sure you were cleaned all the way off. Daryl knew, he knew you were the innocent type, that's why he was so intrigued with you. He smirked softly up at you, seeing how messy your hair was and how your tears were now stained on your face created a deep lust inside of him.

"I know..." He responded, going back to cleaning your back.

"You know?" You asked, knowing you looked innocent but how could he tell you haven't been railed like this before?

Daryl chuckled softly, throwing the rag somewhere in the room when he was done and then smacking your thigh softly to tell you to move yourself. You did what he wanted, sitting on your butt as you watched what he wanted you to do next. Daryl bit his lip, tossing you one of his shirts that was going to be big on you. You assumed he wanted it for you.

"You never do what you're told... Lay down." He started, watching you lay down like he told you to do. He smirked softly before continuing. "and you have only been with skinny 20-year-olds who probably went to some college for rich assholes.."

Daryl pulls his own clothes on before lying down next to you. He wrapped a blanket around the two of you, letting you lay on his chest as he did so. What Daryl was saying was very true, you had never been with a man his age or really any man that acted like him. You weren't the adventurous type, you were okay with vanilla sex and scheduled quickies. It was easy that way, easier to explain the age gap, and easier to digest the PDA. You didn't know if you could go back to that now, after 3 mind-blowing orgasms and the delicious size of Daryl... you could see yourself chasing this for the rest of your life.

"Maybe... I'd like to... uh..." You started, sighing softly. "I'd like to do this again though... I think I want to do it with you many times."

Your words felt jumbled, not making any sense. Daryl knew though, he knew what you were saying even if your words felt confusing. Daryl rubbed your arm softly with his thumb, thinking about what a life with you would be like. Waking up every day to a naked young woman in his bed, soft skin, and doe eyes for the rest of his existence with you... Even if he could only have you in the bedroom, he would move the sun and stars just for it. He nodded softly, looking back down at you as you lulled yourself to sleep on his chest.

"Yeah... think I'd like that too," he whispered.

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Uh-Oh, There Was a Monster in My Bed

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Anytime, really

Warnings: Poorly written smut, p in v, hand job, edging, blindfold, choking

Summary: Sometimes, he was your good boy.

A/N: Help! I’ve fallen for subby Daryl and I can’t get up. I’ll check this for errors later. Also, I think I finally managed a drabble!!

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“It’s okay, you can handle a little more, can’t you?” Your praise was met with a guttural moan, the muscles under your fingertips spasming before you lifted your hand from his thigh. Your palm traveled up the planes of his stomach and chest before slender fingers squeezed his throat. His hips bucked, cock twitching in your grasp. “You’re such a good boy for me.” Each stroke was torturously slow, leaving him almost whimpering and ready to beg for more friction.

You released his neck and let your fingers crawl up to the blindfold, caressing the part of the cloth that lay over his temple. The idea had initially made him anxious, but Daryl trusted you. You established a safe word, but to his credit, he had not used it. And you had been torturing him for over an hour.

Your index finger was in his mouth now, pressing on his tongue while you delighted in the sounds he offered at each stroke of your hand. Rising from your knees, you released his tongue and perched your naked cunt on his thigh, grinding against his jeans to seek some relief for yourself. You had only removed his shirt and opened his pants, a decision you were now regretting. Not much you could do with him tied to the chair, though.

“Y/N.” He groaned, his head falling back, each breath a sharp pant. You answered with a hum, closing your lips around his nipple. “I… I need…”

“Not yet.”

He bucked again with a whine. Dragging your thumb over his tip to collect the liquid there, you licked your lips when your next strokes sounded wet and sinful. You yourself had nearly had enough and released him, lifting off his thigh. His head dropped forward and angled to the side, listening to your movements.

You threw a leg over him, sinking onto his length without warning, your velvet heat causing him to twitch. “Don’t you dare.” You warned, giving him no time before both hands roughly grabbed his hair and wrenched back his head. He somehow managed to refrain, breathing harshly through his nose. The pace you set was brutal, bouncing up and down with abandon to chase your own high.

“Y/N…Y/N, please…” He begged through clenched teeth. He was barely hanging on.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Your fingers twisted in his mane, earning a high-pitched keening noise.

“I need…Let me cum.”

You offered another hum, swallowing his moan with a rough kiss. “My good boy needs to cum?” One hand fell to his shoulder to help you balance, your thighs beginning to burn.

“Fuck. Yes, please.”

“I love it when you beg.” Your words whispered against the skin just below his ear, your teeth finding his pulse to nibble on the flesh there. You felt the fire building in the pit of your own stomach, your walls fluttering around him as the familiar tingle began to race out through your veins. “Alright, Daryl. You can cum.” You almost didn’t make it to the last word, your orgrasm crashing over you. Your pace slowed but didn’t cease, coaxing him to the precipice so you could force your eyes open to watch him fall apart. He writhed in the chair, mouth hanging open while his muscles twitched and flexed. Warmth flooded within you, the contractions of your cunt milking the most delicious sounds from him while his seed filled you.

“That’s my good boy.” You rocked atop him gently, drawing out both of your highs until you were oversensitive. Once you had stilled, you smiled and kissed him delicately, pulling the blindfold away. “Such a good boy.”

Outside, he was a badass archer, afraid of nothing.

Inside the walls of your home, he would always be your good boy.

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Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Warnings: Poorly written smut (oral - m receiving)

Summary: Daryl should have bad days more often.

A/N: I wonder if I should be concerned that I wrote this after an extremely traumatic experience.

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The air in the room had gone humid, reeking of sex and sweat. Yet it was sweet and refreshing after spending day after day wading knee deep in death and blood. It was here that you could breathe easy and remember that there were good things left in the world.

Now breathing easy wasn’t literal at that moment considering the 8 inches of archer currently sliding in and out of your mouth. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as you kept your gaze on him. His head was thrown back to rest against the couch while his fingers were tangled in your hair.

“Fuck.”

Oh, how you loved it when he moaned. Daryl was always so quiet, broody even, when outside your home. Inside, though? He could get loud. And god, did you love it. The needy little sounds he was making at that very moment had your cunt clenching around nothing, but this wasn’t about you. Not this time.

You let your nails scrape down his denim-clad thighs. You hadn’t given him a chance to undress. You simply went after his belt buckle the moment he walked into the house and shoved him toward the couch. You didn’t need him naked to work your magic.

You hummed around his length, tightening your lips and pressing your tongue underneath as you dragged upward to make room for your hand to wrap around him. You felt the slight pull against your scalp of his grip tightening, yet he didn’t try to control your pace. He could if he wanted but unless you expressly told him to, he never did.

You pulled your mouth off, the slick sound of your hand pumping him replacing the gagging noises that preceded. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Daryl was slow to raise his head, the blue of his eyes only a thin ring around lust blown pupils. He was panting through the slight partition of his lips, his tongue snaking out to wet them slowly. When he didn’t answer, your movements slowed to a crawl. “Words, baby.”

“Yes.” He huffed in a quick breath.

Not good enough. “Yes, what?” You stopped altogether and gave his shaft a squeeze. The archer hissed through his teeth, hips jerking.

“M’a good boy.” He keened. With a satisfied hum, you went right back to a fast pace, licking your own lips when his head fell back with a shout of your name.

“Yes, you are.” Your mouth was on him again, cheeks hollowed while your lips and hand chased one another to drag the most delicious sounds from the man currently at your mercy.

“Y/N… Y/N, m’gon’ cum.”

You pulled off him with a pop, drinking in the sheen of sweat on his skin. The grimace of pleasure as he struggled to keep control.

“And if I say no?” He was gritting his teeth while you continued torturous stroke after stroke. “Would you beg?”

“Yes!” Daryl groaned without hesitation.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ve had a hard day. I won’t make you beg.” You wondered briefly if you should ask him where he’d like to cum, but given the way he was currently writhing in restraint, you wouldn’t even get the question out. “Cum for me, Daryl.”

You opened your mouth not a moment too soon. Warm ropes hit your tongue before you sealed your lips over his tip, swallowing him down while he moaned and rocked his hips. His hands fell away from your hair, his chest heaving while half lidded eyes watched you drag your tongue over the length of him to savor every single drop.

“Mmmm, you’re so good for me.” You gently tucked him away— zipping his jeans, but leaving the button and belt open —before crawling up his body to press yourself against his chest. Your mouths met in a gentle kiss that allowed him to taste himself on your tongue. Settling on his lap, you smiled and leaned into his touch when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Did that make your bad day better?”

He gave you a lopsided smile, one you weren’t sure anyone else had ever seen. “Yes, ma’am.”

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A Sting in the Way You Kiss Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Early Alexandria

Warnings: Poorly written, raunchy smut, Dom/sub dynamic, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), prostate stimulation

Summary: You and Daryl take the next step in your relationship. And it’s a big step.

A/N: Lawd, this took forever! I’m not 100% happy with it but happy enough to call it complete. I think I like Sub!Daryl. I’m sleepy now so I’ll proofread and fix errors tomorrow.

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Daryl Dixon made you feel powerful.

Given his nature, you could never be sure if it was intentional. From day one at the quarry, he was rude, standoffish, and vulgar. You found him difficult to tolerate, but hey, you didn’t get to choose the people with which you had survived an apocalypse. It was a random twist of fate that had brought you all together. Better to just make the best of it.

So, you did. You made it a priority to get to know everyone in your group, saving the Dixons for last. Merle, you quickly surmised as a lost cause. Women, to him, were meek and fruitless, destined to die without a big strong man to ensure they were protected, fed, and bred like cattle to repopulate the earth.

You found Daryl to be a tad more reserved. He only offered his opinion — usually loudly and to include several swears — when the conversation revolved around an important topic that would directly affect him or his brother. He otherwise attempted very hard to keep to himself. So when you began to follow him around, he naturally bucked against the idea. Still, you saw potential there and persevered.

You took an interest in the things he was doing, namely hunting and trapping. He was a skilled tracker and a marksman with his crossbow. You started small, asking how the weapon worked. He had been skeptical and scrutinized you for sincerity, all with a glower in the span of five minutes. It was only uphill from there.

When Daryl began to teach you his trades, he made sure you learned by doing. His only praise for getting something right was usually a curt nod and a “that’ll do.” By giving you weapons, having you track a buck that would feed the group for days, spear a fish, and skin and clean your own kills, he had put power in your hands. He had single-handedly molded you into a force that could survive in the new world.

When it came to walkers, Daryl somehow knew things that others didn’t. “It’s gotta be the brain! Don’t ya’ll know nothin’?!” You knew. Thanks to him. You had spent a lot of time in the woods, the perfect place to learn how to take down the undead. It was virtually impossible for them to sneak up on you. Too many ways to make noise if you weren’t actively trying to be silent. Once again, a weapon had been placed in your hand and you were thrown to the wolves…erm…walkers. The difference between this and hunting, you noticed, was that Daryl was never too far away with his own weapon ready. He knew how to make you feel independent without wagering your safety.

The months and tragedies continued to pass slowly, each profound in their own way. Surviving was top priority and to continue to do so as time marched on became more and more of a victory. You lost people and homes, each leaving a mark on your soul that would never be erased, chipping away at your humanity bit by bit. Surprisingly, it was Daryl who kept you grounded.

By the time you arrived in Alexandria, things between you and the archer had evolved into something just short of a romantic relationship. You had been sharing space with him for months now, falling asleep warm in his arms every night. You would show him affection in front of your friends and, though he scowled and grumbled, he accepted it. Kisses alternated between slow and passionate and long and needy, each accompanied by intimate touches that never seemed to go far enough.

Today, you had been helping him with the bike Aaron had gifted him to keep him busy. He had shown you back at the prison how to make repairs, along with the correct name and function of each part. He was sitting beside you while you both diagnosed what could be causing the thing to sputter and die randomly. Your eyes were drawn to his muscles when he would tighten a bolt, and more than once, you had caught his gaze roaming up the length of your bare legs until he reached the hem of your shorts and quickly looked away.

It was becoming a problem. An absolute dilemma that was resulting in a pulsing, wet need between your thighs. You chose to ignore it and focus your energy on the task at hand. Daryl, however, decided that he needed the wrench that just happened to currently reside between your lower thighs. When he reached for it, you were unprepared and reacted instinctively. You smacked the back of his hand before you even realized you had moved. He pulled back the limb with surprising quickness, wide blue eyes zeroing in on the red welt that began to form just below his knuckles.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you grabbed his hand to inspect it yourself. He let you pull it closer even though it meant he had to lean forward awkwardly. Your fingers brushed over the irritated flesh and before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to the mark you had left. A chance look from under your lashes showed he still wore the wide eyes, but the brilliant blue was merely a thin ring around his dilated pupils.

‘Oh.’ Could it really be? You had honestly thought Daryl just wasn’t into sex since the world ended. He had never made a move, never given you any indication that he was waiting for you to make one. Sure, your make-out sessions would get pretty heated, but honestly, things were always too hectic or dangerous for anything more. Maybe, just maybe, now that your family was safe behind the walls here…

You knew Daryl had lovers in the past. It was a topic of conversation once during a night watch before the prison had fallen. Your head was on his shoulder as you recounted — in more detail than he had liked, if his growls and grunts had been anything to go by — your average-size list. When it had been his turn, he hadn’t been as forthcoming as you but you at least surmised that he knew his way around a pussy if ever the opportunity presented itself.

On a whim, you flipped his hand and let your lips whisper over his wrist next, drawing up your legs to sit on your knees. He still didn’t stop you while you moved up his arm with hot, open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks. Eventually, you needed to skip over his clothed shoulder (for now) and his neck became your next target. He leaned back slightly when you threw a leg over both of his to straddle him, unleashing an onslaught of attention over his carotid pulse. His breath hitched, his palms hovering over your hips but seemingly not yet willing to touch you. You would use that to your advantage at some point.

Salt, smoke, and earth were mingling on your tongue. “I like how you taste.” You whispered in his ear, smiling against his skin when you felt him shiver. You leaned back to bring your face in front of his, fingers grabbing his chin when he started to look away. “I think we need to go to your room.” He swallowed hard, his Adam's Apple bobbing.

You stood straight up from where you were on his lap, leaving your feet on either side of his hips and the apex of your thighs directly in front of his face. Once again, he tried to look away. “Don’t.” You ordered before you thought better of it. To your surprise, he stopped short and turned back, even as he scowled from being bossed around. ‘Oh.’ The things he told you without saying a word. “Don’t keep me waiting, Dixon.” You stepped back and then over, swaying your hips more deliberately than usual as you exited the garage.

You didn’t turn to see if he would follow. If you were reading him right, he would.

And you were about to have the time of your life.

Entering the home you, Daryl, and Carol shared, you passed the staircase that led up to your room and stepped into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You probably had a good ten minutes before Daryl would stop pacing the front porch and actually come inside.

Descending the stairs from the kitchen, you opened the basement door and flipped the light switch. Even though you had separate rooms, you spent more time in his room than your own. The things you used most were down there. You slept there. Nothing was really going to change if this happened, right?

Pursing your lips, you shook the thoughts away and placed the water on the nightstand, twisting the switch on the small bedside lamp. After you turned off the overhead light, satisfied with the subtle glow left behind, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pausing just before you were going to lift it over your head. No. You’d stay dressed for now. Your boots came off, along with your socks, and you sat on the edge of the mattress and waited. Sure enough, after a little less than ten minutes, you heard the slow, heavy footfalls descending the stairs.

He must have needed another moment because there was a silent span of about fifteen seconds before the door slowly opened and Daryl entered, already gnawing on his thumbnail.

“Hi.” You beamed, crossing your legs and leaning back. The bowman nodded minutely, looking so adorably uncomfortable that you came close to calling the whole thing off. You did need to ensure this is what he wanted. If it wasn’t, you could live without it. You had him and he would always be enough.

When he closed the door and didn’t take another step, you rose to your feet and walked toward him, adding that extra sway to your hips. It was a pleasure in and of itself to watch him watching you. When you were close enough, you started by pushing the open vest off his shoulders, smiling when he dropped his hand from his mouth to let the garment fall from his arms to the floor.

“Daryl.” You purred his name, and his eyes found yours instantly. “I need you to answer some things for me, and I need you to use words.” You worked at the buttons of his shirt agonizingly slow. “Can you do that for me?” He nodded. You shook your head and tutted. “Words, Dixon.”

“Yeah.” He answered immediately in a quiet tone.

“Do you want me?” A button came free.

“Yeah.”

“Do you know that I want you?” Another.

“Yeah.”

“Will you let me be in control tonight?” Your fingers paused when he hesitated. “You don’t have to—”

“Yeah.” He may have hesitated but his answer sounded certain.

You smiled. “I’m going to give you a safe word. If at any time, you’re uncomfortable or you need or even just want me to stop, do you promise me you will say that word?” Another button opened. You had zero intention of going very far, but it would never hurt to establish rules when you wanted so badly to play with him. And he was letting you. You feared getting carried away in the heat of the moment, and his safety and comfort were the most important thing in the world to you.

Daryl inhaled sharply and nodded, following quickly with a mumbled “yeah.”

“And if at any time, you can’t speak and want me to stop, will you double tap somewhere on my body to let me know?”

“Yeah.”

“Good boy.” You felt his sharp inhale beneath your fingers while you finished with the buttons, opening the shirt but not removing it. You could see a few of his scars like this. Not wanting him to grow self-conscious, you stepped into him, tracing one with a gentle fingertip only to follow with your lips. “You’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” Daryl shook his head. “Daryl.”

“No.” He whispered.

“Well, you are.” You let your finger continue upward to stroke his jaw before abruptly turning away. “First thing’s first.” When you reached the bed, you turned back to him. “The safe word is chupacabra.” A flicker of annoyance was immediate in his eyes. “Say it.” Your tone remained no-nonsense.

“Safe word’s chupacabra.” He drawled, trying not to sneer.

“And what do you do if you need to stop and you can’t speak?”

“Tap you twice.” The archer replied almost immediately.

You cocked a brow at him. “Good. I need you to understand that I will never be upset or disappointed if you need things to stop. Ever.”

“Alrigh’.”

You smiled at him fondly. “Good. Now, come over here and undress me.” There was that hesitation again as his eyes raked over your body, pausing at every curve just long enough to let you know he was appreciating what he saw. Finally, he stepped toward you. Once he had reached you, he again paused. You let him. He had touched every part of you before through your clothes. This was the first time he would see you bare.

After a few moments, he reached for the bottom of your shirt while you raised your arms above your head. The garment was pulled from you and tossed aside. Your bra wasn’t anything special. Something you had grabbed on a run a few months back; white and at least one cup size too small. You decided to do this part for him, unfastening the clasp at your back and removing the thing yourself. Daryl didn’t seem to mind, his gaze lingering on the newly exposed skin. Men and boobs, a tale as old as time.

“Shorts.” You stated simply, a smirk firmly plastered on your face when he snapped out his daze and met your eyes. There was a slight tremble to his hands as he reached for the button, his eyes narrowed. You watched him and he watched what he was doing. Button open, he dragged down the zipper, and his eyes flickered up to yours. You gave him a nod.

His thick fingers dipped inside the waistband at both hips, but just as he started to pull, you interjected. “Panties, too.” You heard the shaky inhale as he adjusted his hold to grip your underwear as well, lowering to one knee as he pulled both garments down your legs. They were quickly shed and kicked to the side and your hand found the top of his head when he made to stand. “I think I like you there.”

Daryl tilted back his head to see you, taking the hint and lowering his other leg so he was fully kneeled.

“Good boy.” You breathed, feeling a pulse between your legs. You had wanted to do a few other things with him before really jumping into the fun bits but your needy cunt simply would not be denied. The mattress dipped as you sat in front of him, spreading your legs in an obscene display just to gauge his reaction. The blush that crept across his cheeks should have been adorable but only served to stoke your arousal. “Come here, Daryl.” A few feet separated the two of you, so it was only natural for him to assume you wanted him to stand.

That isn’t what you wanted at all.

“I didn’t say get up.”

The archer paused halfway. The look he sent you had you wondering if this was where he would end this game. He’d say ‘fuck this’ and do things his way, pounding into you until you were red and sore and screaming his name through your release. The thought was appealing.

You arched a brow when he lowered back to his knees, a quiet curse on his lips. Would he do it? The minute he leaned forward to place one palm against the floor, you thought you might cum then and there. Daryl Dixon was crawling toward you because you told him to.

He stopped just short of your spread knees, one of your legs coming up to rest on his shoulder. He looked over at it but quickly turned back to you.

“Closer.” As soon as you could, you started digging your heel into his back, urging him onward until his warm breath was wafting over your core. You bit your lip, reminding yourself of the role you were playing. Your first instinct was to beg him to touch you. No, not tonight. He’d have his turn. The thought of Daryl taking charge sent another sharp pang of arousal straight to your center, your cunt clenching around nothing. The way his eyes left your face and focused on the wet mess between your legs confirmed that he had noticed. You had to reel this in if you wanted to continue. Clearing your throat, you placed your other leg across his other shoulder. “I can’t decide if I want to feel your mouth on me or those fingers inside of me.”

You tapped your chin, feigning deep thought. You had every intention of utilizing both of those delicious options. Dropping your hand, you rested back on your elbows. “Let’s see how good you are with your tongue first.” Daryl gave you a look that would have melted your panties clean off had you still been wearing them. Goddamn, he was handsome, even more so when he was showing some confidence.

Before your mask had a chance to slip, you felt his fingers spread you open but dare not venture between your lips. Blue orbs stayed on you when he leaned in and pressed his tongue flat against you, dragging it from opening to clit before pulling back to repeat it. The second drag ended with the tip swirling around your bundle of nerves. Sparks of pleasure jolted from where he touched you. You could feel it coursing through your veins like lightning, burrowing deep in your lower belly.

He paid special attention to your clit, taking his sweet time alternating between flicks and swirls of his tongue to gentle sucking to grazing his teeth over it with just enough pressure to make your head fall back and your fingers tangle in his hair. Then he moved down, lapping at your opening with the same attentiveness, the wet slurps and appreciative hums pulling the knot inside you tight. When he dipped his tongue inside, pumping in, out, in and then wiggling it against your inner walls, you were already close to orgasm, panting and pulling against his scalp helplessly.

He was moving back toward your clit and you knew if he made contact, you would spiral. Not a satisfaction you were ready to relinquish to him. “Stop!” You ordered breathlessly. He almost didn’t, the brat. His breath hit hard against the sensitive nub but he didn’t touch it. “I want your fingers inside me.” You kept your head back, staring at the ceiling. “Nowhere else.” Your climax had receded but it wouldn’t take much to call it back.

You never had a problem cumming from penetration only, but it took time and effort. It would give you a moment of reprieve to gather yourself and draw this out a little longer.

Or would it?

You were wet enough for his middle finger to easily slip inside, the feeling of your walls pulling him in further earning a drawn out moan from somewhere deep in your chest. You raised your head to look down the length of your body. Thank whatever deity that Daryl was watching his digit move in and out of you instead of meeting your eyes. He felt so fucking good.

Your legs pulled toward you, leaving your ankles balancing on his shoulders and your thighs opening further. You couldn’t fucking help it. “Another.” You demanded and he immediately obliged, drawing his finger nearly all the way out so that his index finger could join the onslaught. “Mmm, so good,” You praised. Your hips began to roll in time with the slow thrusts of his hand, the hot coil that was low in your belly getting tighter and tighter.

The sounds that filled the room were a testament to just how soaked you were, and they were only becoming more prominent. It was no longer about how long you could keep this up. Your body ached for release, your mind too clouded in a euphoric fog to care.

“Make me cum.” You looked down again and his eyes met yours as he lowered his head, drawing your clit into his mouth. He sucked the swollen bundle and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, his fingers curling each time they pushed inside of you and tapped that sweet, soft spot that had your toes beginning to curl.

“Yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop!” And he didn’t. He increased his efforts, humming around your clit. “I’m gonna cum!” You had no more than uttered the words when the coil inside you snapped and released wave after wave of intense pleasure; a wildfire of sensation burning through you while you cried out his name and pinned him against you with your thighs. Daryl didn’t let up, collecting all you offered as your cunt pulsed around his fingers.

“Shit,” you murmured, your body going limp. Fingers carded through the archer’s hair while he pulled free from within you. He directed the digits toward his lips. “Let me.” The command came out breathless and shaky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Daryl appeared almost sad that he was losing that last taste of you, but he did as he was told and leaned forward to press his fingertips to your bottom lip. You sucked both digits into your mouth, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Goddamn.”

Your eyes peeled open to find the bowman watching you intently, those blue pools brimming with desire. You smirked and made a show out of opening your mouth and letting your tongue sweep across his skin, gathering every drop of your nectar. The man looked as if he was going to jump your bones. He was trembling from restraint, among other things, you were quite sure. With a hum, you pulled your mouth away.

“Stand up.” The authoritative tone was back now that you were focused on a new goal. Daryl blinked, arousal replaced with irritation. His scowl deepened but once again, he obeyed. Rising up onto your elbows, you watched him stand, flexing his fingers at his sides. Using the ball of your foot, you pressed into his groin, against his obvious desire. The archer hissed through his teeth but he dared not move.

“Take off your clothes, Daryl.”

A smile crept across your face at how quickly he began following that command. His shirt was shrugged off in seconds and you couldn’t even be sure when his boots and socks had been removed, but you pressed your foot into him again when he reached for his belt. He stopped with a grunt.

“Slower.”

If looks could kill, you’d soon be a walker. His hair blew away from his eyes with each hard exhale through his nose. Once again, you wondered if this was where your fun would end. And once again, he surprised you and began to follow your instructions. Your foot fell away once he had worked the belt loose and popped open the button. Your eyes tracked the downfall of the zipper, only barely concealing your excitement.

His pants fell first and the regret of not demanding he remove those and his boxer- briefs simultaneously was immediate. Though his underwear left very little to the imagination in his current state. You met his eyes for a moment and raised a brow to urge him onward.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Dixon.” You teased. Moving up onto your knees at the edge of the mattress, you barely waited until the last garment was kicked aside before your hands were on him. You wanted this experience to be positive for him, and while you had so, so much planned for him tonight, taking a moment to just appreciate how stunning he was wouldn’t hurt. Your lips found the skin just above his clavicle, sucking gently.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” You whispered before dragging your tongue up the length of his neck to his jaw. “Sometimes, I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re mine.” Your hand wrapped around his cock just as your mouth pressed against his, allowing you to swallow the delicious whimper he offered at the new contact. You kept your grip loose, pumping him at a tortuously slow pace. His mouth fell open and gave you the opportunity to delve inside with your tongue, tangling it with his when he responded to the advance. His breath between the intricate dances of your mouths had begun to pick up, an excellent moment for you to pull away completely. Your cunt clenched in response to the whine he emitted. “Be a good boy and sit down for me.”

Daryl moved a little more slowly now, almost cautiously, watching you when you crawled up to the top of the bed to grab both of your pillows. Your feet met the floor just as he sat down. You circled around to stand in front of him, lifting your foot and wedging it between his knees. “Open up, pretty boy.” The archer snorted quietly as he complied. The pillows fell between his feet with a quiet sound, and then your knees dropped onto them. You wiggled a bit to get comfortable and looked up to find him watching with his head tilted and a dark brow arched. “What? I’m shorter than you.”

His mouth formed a silent “oh” and he nodded. The adorable moment almost had you forgetting your role, but you were able to rein in your adoration just before the giggle could bubble up. To bring things back into perspective for him, you raised your hand and whispered the tip of your finger along the vein winding up the underside of his cock. There was a choked off sound, his hands balling into fists on his thighs. You splayed open the fingers of the same hand across his chest and gave a gentle push.

“Lie back.”

There was a deep, steadying breath and then he did as you ordered. Your fingers laced through his on both hands and moved them to the mattress, out of your way but still within sight.

“These stay here.” You commanded without a single centimeter of room for argument. You felt him shifting and just knew he was nodding. “Words, baby boy.” You chose that exact moment to wrap your soft palm around the base of his dick.

“Yes.” He finally answered in a rush of breath. You weren’t certain if he was responding to your words or your touch but decided to forego clarification. He wasn’t going to last long, so you were ready to play with him through that first release. Then your needy cunt could finally get its fill of him.

“So good for me.” You purred. You pushed yourself away from sitting on your heels, bringing you just where you wanted to be. You released him quickly, rewarded instantly with him rising onto his elbows to see what was happening. The urge to reprimand was forced down. This was your first time with him and his first time allowing this. If he felt better watching, you’d let him.

For now.

Palm open, you dragged your tongue from wrist to fingertip, your lustful gaze never leaving his face. The way he watched you sent a surge of wetness dripping from your core. God, you couldn’t wait to fuck him. First thing was first, though. Your hand met his cock again, warm and wet and stroking from base to tip, a twist, and back down. He couldn’t watch you after all. You nearly laughed when he collapsed back onto the mattress with a groan.

Movement in your peripheral had you looking to find his hands returning to where you had placed them. He must have realized he had moved them when he sat up. As a reward, you pumped him a bit faster. When you saw his chest heaving but heard nothing more than the harsh breaths, you found yourself pouting before remembering the power you had.

“You’re so quiet, baby. Don’t you wanna let me know that it feels good?”

He didn’t respond at first, and you wondered briefly if pushing him would be the right thing when he was such a quiet person to begin with. He had taken a lot of shit from you already and this just might be the straw that broke the camel’s back. So, you just moved on with your delectable torture.

Your pace slowed significantly. There was no time for him to investigate, though. Your lips were immediately wrapping around his tip, sucking lightly and lapping at the opening to gather the sweet little drops of pre-cum. Oh, were you rewarded for that move.

His fists white-knuckled the sheets, a guttural moan working its way past his lips. It was the absolute sexiest sound you had ever heard in your life. You closed your own eyes in restraint, almost cumming on the spot. You had to keep moving. Sudden pauses might have him second guessing what he had just done and you most certainly did not want that. He needed to make that noise. Often.

Swirling your tongue around the tip, you pulled him back into the warm cavern of your mouth. This time, your hand slid down the length of him, followed by your lips. He pressed against the back of your throat and had you cursing your gag reflex when you couldn’t hold him there long. It didn’t matter to him, apparently. The simple move had his back arching and his cock twitching against your tongue as you dragged your way back up.

You bobbed your head several more times, delighted in the way he began to writhe and twist the sheets in his fists. You gave him no warning and pulled off with a wet ‘pop’. There was that whine again that had your nethers pulsing.

“Look at me.” You ordered with an authoritative edge to your tone. Daryl lifted his head, still panting through parted lips. “I want to try something. I hope it will make you feel good. But I need you to know that if it doesn’t, you can stop me. Remember what I said. I won’t be upset. Okay?”

He nodded but followed it with a breathless “okay.”

“Such a good boy.” You kissed the weeping tip of his cock, parting your lips to pull him back into your warm wetness. With your hand and mouth stroking him at a steady pace, you knew he was ready to fall apart within moments. His cock began to twitch every few heartbeats. His breathing was uneven and shallow. He was a complete mess and you couldn’t seem to get enough.

You used your other hand to cup his balls, not remaining there long. They were a marker so you could find just the right spot. Starting at the base of his scrotum, you applied gentle but firm pressure, dragging the pads of your middle and index finger back and forth to massage his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside. Every ‘ah, ah, ah’ he fed you in response to the new sensation was a sound straight to your pussy. He definitely liked what you were doing.

Once again, however, your greedy little cunt couldn’t be ignored, begging to be stretched and filled. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, your mouth squeezing him all the way up and off. Your tongue slithered out to break the string of saliva that stretched from your lips to the head of his dick. “Mmm, I think that’s enough of that, pretty boy.”

“Y/N.” He whined, keeping his hands right where you had placed them.

“You’ve been so good for me, baby. Move to the middle of the bed.” He complied in eager yet jerky movements, lust blown eyes on your every move as you followed him up. You stopped with your hot center hovering over his groin. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of me and you.” You lowered, grinding against and soaking his cock with your slick. “I want you inside of me. Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” Daryl reached for you but thought better of it and put his hands back on the mattress.

“Look at you. Wanting your hands on me so badly.” You moaned as the tip of him slid over your clit, providing the friction you so desperately craved. “But waiting for permission. Would you beg for it? To be inside me?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. Had you found the limit to how far you could push him? You drove your hips down harder, shifting back and forth, and he pressed his head into the pillow with a hiss.

“Beg me for it. Beg me because I want it just as badly as you do, but you have to be a good boy.” His heart thudded wildly beneath your palm as you caressed the muscular plane of his chest, his muscles twitching and contracting when you scraped your nails over his abdomen. “Beg and I’ll let you touch me.” You dipped toward him, letting your hard nipples touch his heated skin while your lips sucked at the hollow of his throat. “I want to feel you moving inside me, filling me up, Daryl. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Y-yeah.”

You sat up, going completely still. “Then beg.”

You watched as the defiance left his eyes, replaced by pure, unadulterated need. His fingers flexed in the disheveled sheets, his jaw clenching and ticking with how hard he ground his teeth. You smiled as desire beat out pride.

“Fuck, please, Y/N. Wanna touch ya. Wanna…wanna fuck ya. Need ya s’ bad!” His expression morphed into something akin to desperation. “Please!”

“You can touch me.”

He didn’t wait, large hands grabbing your hips; spreading his fingers as he dragged calloused palms up your sides to cup your breasts. You couldn’t help the hitch in your breath when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“Wanna be inside ya.” He breathed, one hand traveling upward from the swell of your chest. For a moment, you thought he might wrap it around your throat. The thought of him choking you was delicious, sending a warm gush of arousal from your cunt to coat his groin. He groaned and pushed his hips up into you.

“No.” You breathed. “Be good for me and I’ll give you what you want.”

“M’good… le’ me fuck ya. Please, Y/N.”

You hummed, more than satisfied, bending forward to drag your tongue from his chin to his lips. He opened eagerly, his own dipping into your mouth to taste you with abandon. You reached between your bodies, keeping your mouths connected, and positioned him at your entrance.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” Every syllable was spoken against his mouth, your cunt stretching around him inch by inch, drawing him into your fluttering, wet walls while you swallowed his desperate groans and panting breaths. “Fuck. You feel so good.” You made sure to move slowly, inch by agonizing inch, taking several heartbeats before you had taken all of him.

“God, Y/N.”

“I know, baby.” You were so full, stretched nearly to the point of painful but longing to feel him moving within you. He wouldn’t last long, but you wouldn’t either. You lifted your hips, feeling the drag along your insides in such a way that you needed to bite back a cry. “Oh, god, Daryl.”

His hands settled in a bruising grip on your waist but he didn’t try to move you. You had promised to take care of him and he was letting you. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You began to ride him in earnest, bouncing above him with your head thrown back.

“Goddamn!” He keened through gritted teeth, his eyes screwed shut.

“So…so good.” You felt the heat twisting low in your belly, pooling toward your clit while he throbbed within you. “Touch me, Daryl. I wanna cum with you.” His hands squeezed your hips before he brought one of them to where he was splitting you open, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingertips brushed his cock slipping inside you. He barely had the coherence to drag through your slick up to your clit, but the moment the rough pad of his finger pressed against you, you saw stars.

“M’gonna,” he panted, “gon’ cum.”

“Me too.” You leaned forward, shifting into a brutal grind against his pelvis. “Fuck, Daryl!” The logical part of your brain screamed for you to move off of him, that you couldn’t risk him cumming inside you but you were both too far gone.

Your vision whited out just as you heard him shout your name, his finger pressing against your clit harder than you were sure he meant to, but it was just what you needed: that perfect amount of pain to send you toppling over the edge with him. You barely registered the warmth flooding into you with each pulse of his cock. Or the way his hips jerked up while his hand squeezed your hip so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

When you could see, could breathe again, his arms were around you and holding you against him while he struggled to catch his breath.

“Oh my god.” You whispered against his collarbone. You were both covered in sweat, trembling. He was still inside you, drained and softening, when his arms fell away to the mattress. You sat up with a great deal of difficulty, your thighs burning from exertion and your cunt deliciously sore. You’d be feeling this for at least a day or two, and the thought was exhilarating.

You lifted your leg to move away, feeling the mixture of you and him begin to drip out of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Obviously, he didn’t either, his eyes tracking you until you curled into his side. Sated and tired, you smiled and reached up to brush the damp strands of hair off his forehead, watching his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

“I’m gonna get something to clean us up, okay? And then we’re gonna drink some water. Then you can go to sleep.” When he didn’t answer, you turned his head to face you with a gentle touch against his jaw. “Are you okay?” Daryl took a deep breath, almost as if he had forgotten to breathe before it. “Use your words, baby.” You kept your tone soft, no longer playing a role. It was just you and Daryl now.

“Yeah, m’okay.” He gave you the smallest lopsided smile and you knew he was still floating in that space between reality and euphoria, absolutely fucked out. You couldn’t stifle your chuckle.

“Alright, just stay awake for just a few more minutes.” You patted his chest and then climbed out of bed to fetch a damp cloth. Daryl struggled but he managed to stay awake. He was silent as you worked, wiping away the mess on both your bodies. The sheets would need washed but that was not a problem you’d solve tonight. “Okay, baby, just drink some water for me and we can go to sleep.” If he had any objections to the pet name being used outside of sex, he didn’t voice them.

It took him a moment and a bit of struggling but he managed to rise up onto one arm, letting you tilt the water bottle to his lips for a few long swallows. Then he collapsed back onto the mattress. You drained the bottle and placed it on the bedside table, climbing out of bed one last time to fetch your pillows. The archer was out by the time you returned only a few short seconds later.

You grabbed the duvet and pulled it up over both your bodies before curling into his side, smiling when he unconsciously pulled you closer and pressed a sleepy kiss against your forehead. He was done for then, breathing deep and even, sound asleep.

You watched him until your own eyes could no longer stay open, a muttered “goodnight, pretty boy” before you fell asleep to the thoughts of next time, when he’d be in charge.

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Divine Love: Chapter Four

Henry Cavil X OFC

Summary: Rhylan Daines property of the United States Government, the training she took on, the beating, and pain was all manipulating her to loose her body autonomy, they tell her to eat a certain way, talk, walk, act. Nothing is hers, how can she escape the torture her life has become? Now an semi-active black ops Navy Seal working for the CIA struggled to make peace with her past. She was always told that every life she took, every person she tortured, and every soul she crushed was for the greater good, but how is more violence supposed to help the world? How can acting help her stop being forced to kill? How can finding love help her find herself? Only time will tell... Tigger Warnings: Slight Alcoholism, Assault, Kidnapping, Blood, Skin Branding, Heavy Depression, Drugs, Undiagnosed eating disorder, Forced Eugenics, Talk of Genocide, talk of war, talk of gore, Hospitalizations for medical reasons, Mental Health issues, Hitman/murder unrecognized by law, Profanity, Military Brutality, torture, terrorism, violence, scars, seizures.

Rhylan's Tattoos

Rhylan's Body Scars Diagram

“You never know how strong you are…until being strong is the only choice you have” – Cayla Mills

Chapter 4: боль

Боль….Russian….--Pain

It was when my finger was on the trigger of long sniper rifle, and my eyes connected to piercing blues way down the scope I couldn’t seem to get out of my head since that night. No…. This is all wrong. I looked around, the concrete skyscraper I was on was unfamiliar. Only then did all the memories come back, Dean Douche, the gun shot, the attack…the kidnapping. My eyes started to water, this is what my life has come to, being kidnapped to kill people.

I looked down the scope again, seeing him…the one I wanted so badly, but knew I could never have. Why am I here? Shouldn’t be the mission be someone else? What happened to the person of high authority I was supposed to take out…or was this the mission to begin with?

“Sights on the target?” Just then Wades rustic, tired, and drained voice rang in my ear.

Shaking my head, I press the receiver that was jammed in my ear so far. “What are you talking about? This isn’t the mission.” I shook my head franticly, I refuse to do this, kill the only person I’ve ever had feelings for… the only person I ever loved.

“Rhylan Daines, you’ve been appointed a mission. Now do it before I do it myself when I must do it won’t be painless.”

He was frustrated, and even in the beginning when I first met Wade, when he was frustrated, it was best to just do what he says before things get messy.

I perched the rifle back up on the edge of the building slowly but surely lining my sights, the tear I was holding on to finally rolled don’t my cheek, the only way I could make it easy for him, make it painless, just one shot to the head he won’t even see it coming.

“Count to three then take the shot.” Wades voice chimed.

No, no, no, this is all wrong.

One.

I can’t do this, I’ve worked so hard to change and separate myself, my life from these acts of terror I’ve been forced to commit.

Two.

I couldn’t help the flow of tears escaping my eyes, something I wasn’t used to feeling. Feeling emotions, I was trained to not feel…everything is coming back, my entire training is breaking.

Three.

I pulled the trigger.

It was just my then eyes shot open, and the piercing sound of a gunshot still filled my ears, I originally expected to be in D.C still chained, but the warmth and comfort of my silk sheets made my entire body numb.

I started to take mental notes of how my body was feeling.

My head was slightly fuzzy, but no concussion—hopefully.

Noticing that my arms were sore, I clinched my fits wincing, every scab on every knuckle breaking back open and starting to bleed. Fucking hell.

My chest was bruised no doubt seeing out hard it was to breath.

Moving farther down—the feeling of pain flooded my entire body, not only do I feel the familiar feeling of whip marks, but many fractured ribs.

Whipping was Dicks punishment, a common one for myself as I tended to not follow directions, but now that I left the cult he had formed and started a different life, he has to get off his ass and fish for what he believes is rightfully his, no doubt causing the lacerations he caused on my back to be worse than usual.

I tried to pick through the memories I had of my time away, and the few I did have weren’t significant and I couldn’t remember much of it at all. It was almost like I was in a daze, robotically doing what I was told to get it over with and go back home.

But because I couldn’t even remember how I got home, the only explanation there is that Sargent Douche dropped me off, how kind. The monster does have a slight beating heart.

I started feeling my legs around under the sheets stopping at warm heavy block, stopping my foot from going any further.

Luther. I tried to sit up only to groan in pain, so instead I tried to speak, “Lue” My voice came out barely above a whisper, but Luther still managed to hear it peaking his head up immediately and wagging his tail. His coat was back to white, He had a banged wrapped around his right paw, but otherwise the dog acted like nothing had happened to him. He let out a whine looking at me still wagging his tail, he was worried about me, not about himself.

“I’m okay buddy, come here.” I opened my arms.

Luther didn’t take any time to crawl into my arms lightly wresting his head on my bruised chest, “I’m okay buddy” I spoke again, this time my voice getting a bit stronger.

I started petting Luther, thinking about the dream I had, not only was it strange for me to sleep, but in this case because of how badly my body was bruised it made since, I haven’t dreamed in years, and to have my first dream in nearly twelve years to be about…him…. things just aren’t making since to me.

“Arthur, are you still there?” I nearly had an aneurysm trying to speak loud enough so he could hear me.

“Ms. Daines, I’m glad you are okay, I have been monitoring your vitals closely.” Arthur’s voice chimed throughout my bedroom.

I let out a sigh of relief, all my hard work and years of coding and making Gideons program the best of the best isn’t down the drain.

“Thank god, what day is it, how long have I been gone?” I questioned, even though I could’ve just looked at the alarm clock on the end table next to my bed.

“The date is December 30th, you were abducted on the 20th of this month, and was brought back by an Ethan Thorne on December 28th.” Arthur’s voice was as robotic as always, but the things he stated were crazy. I was out for two days. I couldn’t believe it. Not to mention, Ethan was the one to bring me home, not DickFuck Dean, should I even be surprised? Ethan always had a soft spot for me anyway.

“Wow…okay. Give me the rundown of what I have missed. Only the important things, we can go over the other things later.”

I started to sit up, Luther moving back over to lay on the foot of the bed, everything in my entire body hurt and with moving it only hurt worse, but I had to look at myself in the mirror.

“Rundown of the following, since you’ve been back, I’ve fed Luther twice a day, 4 ounces of his pure chow from his automatic feeder.”

I nodded, well least he isn’t starving that’s good, I thought once I finally managed to place my feet on the cold hard wood floor.

“Continue” I nodded again, at this point I don’t even know why I do it, its almost as if I see Arthur as a person, kind of crazy of what artificial intelligence can do to you after being around it for so long, and Arthur’s program has being considered advanced long before I even received the base of it from Gideon, and that was so many years ago.

“Christmas has passed by five days, though it is noted that is your least favorite holiday. Unfortunately, you were not going make it to your family gathering at your aunts’ house, I was able to send a text message saying you weren’t able to make it as something with work had come up.”

Of course, Christmas had passed now that I missed that family reunion my mother is going to chew my ass out. I guess this is another excuse to avoid her, not that I speak to her normally.

Arthur continued, “You’ve also had 17 missed calls. 11 being from Neila, four calls being from your mother, and the last two calls being from the number you had me put an encryption on.—”

Wait—the only number I’ve a tracking on recently is….

Him.

“Did he leave any voicemails?” I asked, only this time had I tried to push my body up from the bed using the end table as a support. I had to piss so bad.

“Yes, he left two voicemails, the first one being over one minute long, the second one being about thirty seconds, would you like me to play—”

I cut him off, “No—I don’t want to hear them.” I shook my head, “Thank you, we’ll go over the rest later.”

It was just then I finally was able to push myself into standing, not only did every muscle and bone in my body hurt, being able to look at every piece of skin I was able to see I was covered in bruises, though they were old and yellow, they looked worse than they felt.

Now the problem was I had to get to the bathroom, and teach myself to walk all over again…

Okay Rhylan, it’s one foot in front of the other. I can do this.

I chuckled at myself.

Once I finally made it to the bathroom and turned on the light, I gasped from what I saw in the mirror, I was a mess.

I was in a huge T-shirt I didn’t recognize, probably Ethan’s, which meant he saw me without pants on seeing my bear legs covered in bruises. To be honest, he’s seen worse.

As I got closer to the mirror, I realized the white parts of my eyes were red and blood shot, I must’ve gotten hit in the head at some point or other, I went to take off the shirt when a large pain flooded to my side, God damn these hurts.

Placing my hands on either side of the sink I still trying to pick my brain on not only how I ended up here in my life bloodied and beaten.

I don’t know how I’m going to ever get away from this.

“Mom?” I opened the door of my childhood home, missing the dogs I grew up with running up to me, but it’s been a while since we’ve lost them, I still feel guilty for not being able to be in their last minutes of life. But as always, for everything, I was not even in the country.

My mom yelled from her office, “In here!”

I started walking to her office, “Mason’s truck is gone, the door was unlocked, are you working?” I leaned on the doorway looking at my mother stair at her computer screen. She didn’t even turn to me at first, “You know I’m really annoyed with you,” She started, glancing over at me then her jaw dropped, “Rhylan! What happened?” She stood up quickly from her desk to examine my bruised face, I shook my head, “I don’t really remember.”

Her face crumpled, “Have you had one yet?” She questioned, I shrugged, “Not yet, Thank God. I don’t know if I would survive the pain right now, this isn’t all he left on me.” I spoke quickly.

I tried my best normally not to talk about my life in the military with anyone, but because I didn’t exactly cut my mother, and stepfather off and I would constantly be gone for months at a time and come back with a new bruise and mental illness, she ended up figuring everything out without me telling her the details.

It still gives me the worst anxiety to speak about it, not only because I’m still technically enlisted in the torture but also because Dickwad has threatened the little family, I have left to keep me from telling the secrets he fights so hard to keep from the people of America.

I couldn’t look at my mother in the eyes, she’d be able to see through me. “I just wanted to show you why I couldn’t come to Christmas.” Not to mention wasn’t even back in the country until three days ago, I thought.

She nodded, “Do you need anything?” her finger was poking the large black and blue spot under my eye, I slapped her hand away, “Stop.”

Making her chuckle, I rolled my eyes, “I don’t need anything, I’m going to get food. You want to come?” I asked pulling my car keys out of my leather jacket, she went back to sitting at her desk, “I wish I could, but I got to work. Maybe next time,” I nodded turning away, to walk out the front door.

“Put some ice on your face!” She yelled as I was about to open the front door.

“I will” no I won’t.

I made my way to the veterans haul I used to spend a lot of my time in when I was in smaller less extensive missions but still needed some time to relax and talk to those that might’ve experienced the same experiences as myself, that and they serve cheap beer.

But when I walked in the guys that were playing pool immediately looked over at me shocked, “Rhylan?” RJ asked, I looked around every exit, every window, closed good. I looked back at RJ, “Yeah, it’s me. I need a drink.”

I went up and sat at the bar making sure not to sit on my overly long hair, “What the hell happened to you?” RJ walks inside the bar area, starting to mess around with different types of alcohol and picking up a heavy crystal whiskey glass. I shook my head and laughed slightly, RJ was the owner of the veterans haul in my small town, and an army veteran himself serving two tours in Afghanistan and one in Desert storm, now he was known in being in the popular motorcycle club in this shitty town, looking over at him seeing his tanned arms show off his freshly finished sleeve tattoos.

“Nice tats.” I said, taking a sip of the ever-clear mixture he put in front of me, and while it burned on the way down it felt good.

He shook his head, “Don’t change the subject.”

I sighed, “What do you want me to tell you? I’m not supposed to say anything.” Pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket and putting them on in between my lips signaling a light, which he lit despite the fact he was annoyed with me.

“You’ve always been honest with me before, what’s different now?”

I laughed, “what isn’t different now? I’m an actress now, to my uttermost despise.”

RJ also chuckled, “I laughed when I saw you got the part. I didn’t think for one second that you’d ever get an acting gig.”

“Thanks.” I looked at him with a blank face and took a long drag of my cigarette, “I never left.” I whispered.

“What?” He questioned; fuck, he wasn’t supposed to catch that.

Whatever, looks like I don’t have much of a choice now…

I took another drag of my cigarette clouding the air around us once again, watching him fan the smoke away from his face. “I never left the seals.” I clarified, taking a sip out of the cup again.

RJ looked at me baffled, “Are you fucking crazy? When is this shit going to end?” He rubbed his hands over his face, I wish I knew.

“I don’t really have much of a choice, not until a new presidential election.” Which was coming this upcoming year, luckily.

“Then you’re getting out?” I shrugged, finishing my cigarette, and starting another. “Depends on what they say, my team is classified. I’m technically on leave right now” Then I thought about the whip marks on my body, “well, I’m supposed to be.”

“I never thought the military would take advantage of a female.” He said, almost confused of the militaries choices of choosing me rather than a man, can’t blame him.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” I downed the drink holding the glass out for more.

RJ left me at the bar with a freshly filled drink....and a cigarette lighter, knowing very well my chain smoking wasn’t going to end for a while.

After my third drink the strangest feeling came over me, it was almost like I was being watched. I looked around, but because I had downed so many drinks on an empty stomach not to mention I was slightly lightheaded from the chain smoking, nobody in the hall set off my instincts. But hey, at this point maybe my subconscious wanted me to take out my game, maybe I wanted to die from assassination.

I started to pull out another cigarette, but it was then the voice of my nightmares filled my ears, the voice I wanted to hear so bad, the accented voice I loved so much, but hated at the same time. But here we were again nearly ten years later, history repeating itself.

“You know those are terrible for you.”

I downed the drink, not even looking back at him, not only because I didn’t want his presents to be real, but also because of how hard it would be to explain the beat and battered look I was rocking.

“How did you find me?”

Henry sat in the barstool next to me making me cower to the side of me he wasn’t on, “Neila, you asked her for my phone number.” He chuckled, “When she couldn’t get in contact with you, she called me she thought you were with me. When I told her you weren’t, she got worried. I had to beg her to tell me where you lived, it wasn’t very hard to figure out you’d be at a bar.”

“But this isn’t a bar, it’s a veterans hall, which means you aren’t allowed in here, because you’re not a veteran” I spat, I was trying to be mean but even though I tried he didn’t take it that way. For fucks sake.

“Yeah, but my brother is a Royal Marine…”

I sighed, why did RJ allow veterans family memberships…at this point someone was going to join with claiming that their grandfathers, uncles, cousin twice removed, was in the military therefore they can have my cheep beer. No. It’s mine.

I still wasn’t even looking at him and he started to notice it, Rhylan changes the subject—get him to not think about it. “So, you’re here, what do you want?”

RJ came back up to bar for a second, connecting eyes with me and gesturing to Henry, I shook my head—I wanted Henry there, but at the same time I didn’t, I didn’t ever want to admit feelings to anyone. I would rather die than do so.

“The truth Rhylan, you are avoiding it. Look at me, what are you hiding?”

My eyes started to burn and every sound around the hall became distorted, how do people do this? Deal with pain, love, lust…feelings.

I could over here some muffled chatter from Henry before he spoke to me again, “Rhylan…”

I sighed and slowly but surely started to turn my body to facing him, finally looking at him in his eyes after ten years, he paused completely startled at my appearance. Did it really look this bad?

“It looks worse than It is…” I said reaching for the liquor bottle from behind the counter and filling my own drink.

Something I didn’t expect though was Henry’s reaction to it, “What the fuck happened to you? Who did this to you? Are you okay?” For a second, I didn’t know how to respond, I didn’t expect the words out of his mouth to be caring, I’ve done nothing but push him away and been hateful to him.

“Nothing you can do anything about, its okay its over.” I said glancing back to him admiring his clean-shaven face, and hair longer than I remembered from seeing him a few weeks ago.

“What happened to Tara.”

Henry just shook his head, “Didn’t work out, she’s just so much younger than me. The media makes a big show of it.” Henry took a breath, sipping the whiskey that was in a glass in front of him.

“How did you know her name?”

Stretching my back still in pain from the lash marks all over but the newly applied gauze wrapped around my entire torso applied just enough pressure, keeping it from hurting as much.

“Google… I may act like I don’t care…but I care as much as I’m—” I coughed; this was hard for me to talk about. “I’m capable of.”

Henry luckily ignored the fact I insulted myself, and just continued talking, “Well, I liked her, but yeah my publicist didn’t like it.”

I just laughed, kind of smiling, “Well, don’t ask for my opinion on it.”

Henry looked back over at me, returning my slight smile. “Well, if you have one, please, share it.”

Well, why not I thought, “It’s easier to be with someone that is younger, and I can take them places with me, rather than someone that is my age and already has a career set, I’m busy often in different countries filming and if they already have a career of their own, we’d never get to see each other.” I said, quoting Henry word for word from an interview earlier in the year, I continued—“What you’re describing is a sugar baby, you want a sugar baby. Someone who travels with you, gets fancy dinners, is available for a plus one when you go to events, and someone to…” I scrunched up my face in disgust, pointing my finger, “Satisfy your needs…”

“It’s why the media made a big fuss of everything; you chose a selfish reason on wanting someone younger than you.”

Henry paused his hand running though his hair, holy fuck is that hot…

“I’ve never thought of it like that…”

“Don’t worry most male actors are the same, Leonardo DiCaprio is a big one, Adam Levine.” I said standing up, I’m hungry, I need food.

“Where are you going?” Henry asked,

I went to pick up my car keys and a wave of dizziness came over me. Woah, it’s been years since alcohol hit me this hard, I’ve been chucking it like water since my first mission.

Immediately Henry stood going to support me, I pulled away. “Don’t touch me, I’m good give me a second.” I paused, “I need food.” Slowly I ungripped the bar to stand up straight. “You’re not driving right now, you’ve been drinking. You can barely stand.” Henry stated, trying to grab my keys out of my hand, fortunately my senses were working enough to move my hand away so Henry couldn’t get to the keys.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” My vision hazed. Oh fuck, Henry was probably right as much as I didn’t want to admit it. If I drove right now, while I couldn’t even stand, I was likely to get into a car accident and that would be a whole fuck show with the media and the police.

I sighed and threw Henry the keys, “If you crash my car, I will kill you, and trust me nobody will find the body.” I spoke calmly, walking to the exit of the hall. Henry paused, “Don’t we have to pay?”

I shook my head, “See ya later RJ” I hollered, knowing he was too busy playing pool to respond.

“I’m a sponsor, this place wouldn’t be running if it weren’t for me. Which means I get free alcohol.”

Once I sat in the passenger seat everyone paused, my god, isn’t this where every romance movie the two main characters kiss and live happily ever after, gag. Could never be me.

Sitting on the wrong side of my own car was strange, thinking about it nobody had driven it other than myself, shaking myself to reality I noticed Henry was still outside admiring the car…my god, this? You have to be fucking shitting me, I’m hungry, I grown rolling down the window.

“Are you gonna get in the fuckin’ car?” I asked, slightly noticing my accent coming out the angrier I got.

In response, Henry quickly got in the driver’s seat. “Sorry, I didn’t expect it to be this car.”

“Why didn’t expect a girl to be driving a sports car?” I asked Henry to put the key in the ignition.

“Precisely. Didn’t expect it to be this fancy.” He said, revving the engine a few times. I watched Henry’s face light up like a child.

The car he was so hyped up about was my 2016 Porsche Cayman GT4, which to be honest wasn’t on the top list of fancy cars I owned, just the one I chose to drive when I got back.

“Yeah, yeah, fancy car, drive me home.” I looked at my watch, “Its 1.a.m., no restaurant is open right now.” Henry nodded, putting the car in reverse. “Where am I going?” He asked.

“Just drive.” He nodded again.

“You don’t get people recognizing you around here, no paparazzi?” He asked looking over at me,

“Not if I can help it, people around here don’t really observe what’s around them.” Even the people in my neighborhood, but to be completely honest they are all too old to notice me, I finished the thought before pointing to a road, “Turn here.”

Henry turned.

“How did you get here without anyone noticing you?” I asked,

Henry shrugged, “I flew private, Neila made it very clear if I did find you, not to point any media in your direction.”

Okay maybe I won’t have to fire Nelia for giving away my location. Not that I would… firing the only friend I’ve pretty much ever had? That would be a shit show.

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened to you?” Henry asked softly, I could feel his eyes looking over me as I looked out the passenger window. “No.”

I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

Maybe I’m being too mean.

“I don’t know why you care, take a right at this light and then a left, then follow the road until the stop sign.” I spat sourly, though it was unintentional. Henry did think much of it, not even a small change of beautifully sculpted face, I shook my head, Rhylan stop thinking like that. It will never happen.

Henry didn’t speak again until we got into the entrance of my neighborhood, “This is nice,” I didn’t reply I just listened to my car’s engine humming. Once I finally point to my house, he pulls in the driveway, and I press the button to open the garage.

I was finally home after a long day; Henry gets out of the car. It was then this hole shit show really stood out to me; Henry is really here. After a long time of being…fearful of him being in my life, here he was.

Looking back at the car door, I winced realizing my lower back burning, it was going to be hard getting out of this car.

Carefully, I pull myself out off the floor but no without the worst burning shooting pain going up my spine—damn, it’s never hurt this bad.

I leaned against the hood of the car, groaning, “Are you alright?” Henry was next to me quickly, his hand goes to be put on my shoulder, “Don’t touch!” the words came out in more of a yell, as I stumbled backwards away from his grip. “Rhyland, you barely can even stand straight, just let me help you get inside.” This was the first time I actually saw him somewhat angry, but I still shook my head. “No— “I stumble, “Don’t touch.”

I walk—I mean stumble to the entrance of the house through the garage door realizing I was too week to open the door, I looked at the security camera in the corner, “Arthur, open the door!” then the electric knob on the door unlocked, I glanced back at Henry, “I have a dog, he’s large, no sudden movements—he’s highly trained.” What else should I say, “He also doesn’t understand English” Henry nods, “What language is he trained in?”

I scratch the back of my head, breaking open a scab, my god—can my day get any worse I wiped the blood from my head now on my hand on my shirt, not caring what I looked like. And while a part of me may have the hots for Henry, I’m not here to impress him. I never asked him to be here, he just is here, and while I’ll never admit this out loud. I’m glad I’m not alone.

“Bulgarian, come on—I’m still starving.” I walked in the house, trying to make much noise to be able to hear Luther’s collar jingle, I motion for Henry to walk inside and while he does, “You know Bulgarian—” Just then a loud deep bark ran through the house, and the sound of nails against hard wood floor. I looked at Henry, my shoulders falling, can men do anything correctly?

“I told you, to be quite!” I whispered yelled, listing for the sounds of a collar jingling and nails tapping, which both were coming fast.

Luther comes down the hallway in a full sprint and to directly, to guess who.

“Stop” I yelled to Luther, in the language Henry didn’t understand. Bulgarian, one of the main languages Luther understands, I figured I’d keep some of his heritage seeing it moved all around the world.

I treated this dog, that was with me through heaven and hell, like my son. Or how I thought I would treat a son of mine, didn’t have much to compare it on.

Luther halted his feet completely stopping, but his large body’s motion was still going. Newtons law of motion, whatever is in motion stays in motion, and at my greatest luck Luther ends sitting right in front of Henry.

Luther growls, a deep small bark, looking up at Henry observing every movement. Henry finally took what I said seriously and stood so still; he could be mistaken for a Greek statue.

I move to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a pre-made meal made by Sydney, I take a pause—damn wasted food again, it’s been over a week, have a I really not eaten here since I got here?

I need to call Sydney back so she can restock my fridge.

“Are you gonna help me out here?” Henry whispered loudly, trying not to move his body too much.

I chuckled, looking up to the cabinet above the fridge, now how am I going to get up there…normally I climb, that’s not going to work with the amount of damage my body has gone through.

“He’s not going to hurt you, Luther, ---” I switched to Bulgarian, “Heel. Lue, stop acting like an overprotective father, he’s not going to hurt me.”

Luther quickly made his way from my side, his head riding low as if he was still in a hunting stance but at least he was away from Henry.

“You weren’t lying, he is big, protective too.” Henry commented,

I shrugged, “We’ve been through a lot together” --- I was still looking towards the top of the fridge at the cabinets, wincing, I looked at Henry, I hate asking for help, but I was starving and only food, was going to make me feel better at this moment.

“Do me a favor will you?” I point to the cabinet, “Open it, and it should be packed full of brown pouch looking things ,grab one, if you want food grab another. I burn water so no gourmet cooking here.”

Henry easily reached the cabinet and pulled out a single MRE, handing it to me, “You really eat these? How old are they, older than you?” Henry asked, it hit me at this point I started paying attention to his accent less and less.

I groaned, really not in the mood for jokes, “First I’m not that old, and second, yes they’re older than me.” Given where I found them in a bomb house in Afghanistan, I would be surprised if they didn’t harbor some sort of new disease, or radiation for that matter.

Henry actually let out of a laugh while I was unpackaging and putting together the water for the military grade meal, freeze dried spaghetti with meat sauce, yum, just what Dr. Rhylan ordered.

“Where’s your stuff?” I asked, still focusing on what was in front of me.

“I didn’t bring anything, Neila called me, and I got on the first flight here”

I can respect this guy’s dedication but man, can he take a hint? What if I was into woman, wouldn’t be first time I’ve been told I give off lesbian vibes…

I sigh. This situation is dreadful.

“I have a guest room, down the hall second door on the left, has its own bathroom, there’s some clothes in the cabinet if you want to change.” I said opening the hot pack of the mre to heat up the spaghetti.

“Thank you” Henry said, slowly then the sound of his shoes hitting the hardwood floor disappeared into the room.

Once I was done eating, the fuel from the food still didn’t help the utter pain my body was in and it didn’t help that the leather jacket I was wearing stuck to my skin from the amount of sweat my body was pouring out.

This is has never happened before, I have been lashed so many times throughout my military career by Dickfuck himself, and my body hasn’t ever broken down so much previously, I can only wonder what had changed about this time, what made this time any different?

I could only think maybe it was the fact I was letting myself feel emotions more than I had ever allowed myself to feel before, maybe the pain of the lashes was this bad all along I just never noticed it before.

I was sitting on the couch in a tank top, Luther’s head rested on my lap staring at the blank television waiting for Henry, I’m waiting for Henry Cavill. I repeated the sentence to myself, years ago I would’ve paid millions for this, now I just have so much baggage I don’t want to burden anyone with any of it.

“You know it would help if you turned the t.v on, right?”

I jumped, damn I’m off my game today. “God, stop doing that. You’re gonna get yourself hurt one day if you keep catching me off guard.”

“I’m sorry” Henry sat on the white ottoman in front of the large L-shaped couch, right in front of me.

“Can I ask you some questions?” Henry asked, his hands together messing with his fingers,

I should’ve expected this, “Depends what they are.” I was still staring off in the distance, my brain was hazy from the pain I was in.

“There’s camera’s everywhere in this house, why?”

I shrug, “Lots of robberies in the area”

Henry smiles, “You expect me to believe that?”

I lock eyes with him for the first time since he sat down, “Yes” my voice was blank, I was being serious.

“Okay…”

Henry starting playing with his fingers again, “Is there anywhere I can touch you?” His voice was shy, like he didn’t know what to expect when asking the question.

I took in a sharp breath, if only he could know why I hated human contact so much. I slowly start to nod, “My hands, only if I know you’re going to though…I have to—prepare myself.”

Henry nodded, “So can I?” He gestured to my callused scared hands, I start breathing deeply, I can do this.

I lean forward closer to Henry, our knees so close from touching and reach out my hand, I wince wrapping my right arm around my bruised stomach to give my upper body support.

Henry looks at my hand, “Are you sure?”

“Get on with it.”

Henry reaches only a few inches only to softly take my hand into his as if it was going to break at the slightest bit of pressure.

The only thing that surprised me was the way Henry was looking at my arms, using this chance to analyze every scar, burn mark, and tattoo I had on this arm alone, as he was analyzing his eyes stopped on the largest scar on the arm, one that started from about a quarter into my forearm and wrapped around the right side to the back.

Henry glanced at me, “Are you going to tell me how you got any of these?” He asked still holding on my hand and moving my arm around without touching the arm directly, which I was grateful for.

I shook my head, “Probably not.”

Henry’s eyes continued up my arm stopping at the tattoo on the top of the arm, starting on the inner shoulder and ending on the back shoulder blade. “What language is this?”

I glanced at the tattoo, thinking, to be honest I don’t even remember where I got it, was it Israel?

“Uhm—” I turned my arm trying to read it, “You don’t know what’s tattooed on your own body?” Henry teased, “I do too! Its Latin, not for self, but for county”

non sibi sed patriae – an old Navy Seal saying, while true for most soldiers, my military situation was a delicate one.

Henry softly nodded placing my left hand down, gesturing to the other one, I trade arms giving him my right arm and using my left to support my upper body.

While I didn’t have many scars on this arm, it was the most tattooed side of my body and that showed something when Henry’s eyes landed on the tattooed name across my inner bicep.

Gideon.

“Who’s Gideon?” Henry asked, I could see the erg to caress my muscled bicep, but the tensing of my body caused his eyes to connect with mine, I hadn’t really spoken about Gideon in years, my eyes shy away from Henrys, “It doesn’t matter, he’s dead.” I said, rubbing my hands together, what’s this uneasiness feeling I was experiencing called?

Henry didn’t get the hint and continued his questioning, “Was he your lover?” Well, I didn’t expect that question, I shook my head, “Absolutely not” Though, I’m like thirty-five percent sure we did kiss at one point while both extremely drunk, but I wasn’t going to actually say that to Henry unless I was one-hundred percent certain.

Henry slowly went for my right hand again, sighing and rolling my eyes I give it to him as he continued looking up my right arm.

The tank top I was wearing was low cut, and while form fitted on the top bust area, it was flowy towards the torso, the big shower of the conversation was the largest scar I had cross my chest scattered along with shot gun pellet scaring’s, and the fifty-millimeter bullet sized hole I had in the middle of the scar.

I’ve told very few people about the story about how I got the scar, why it was so oddly shaped, jagged, and why I was shot in the first place.

Truth be told I was wearing a bullet proof vest, the bullet was at a far enough range while it was stopped by the vest, somewhat, but still made its way a through the stele plates protecting me. I was lucky enough the bullet didn’t shader on impact otherwise I would be dead right about now.

“Is it true you had to get the bullet out yourself?” Henry had the softest voice, as if he raised it any louder, he would scare me away.

Great, I seem timid. Just what I wanted.

“Yes” I said, pulling my hand away, I was done with human contact for the day.

Henry and I sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke again, “I wish you’d open up to me.” He whispered, I don’t believe he intended for me to hear it, but I did, “That’s a lot to ask of me.” I said breathily.

I saw Henry visibility flinch at my words, causing a pierce in my heart, what is this feeling?

“I’m sorry, I—” I sigh for what feels like the millionth time today.

“I don’t know how to have—” This is a lot harder for me to say than I had anticipated.

“I understand” Henry nodded, rubbing his palms against the fresh pair of sweatpants he was wearing…grey sweatpants…

Oh my god.

Don’t look.

My eyes dart away, back to the blank television. “its uh.. getting late, you should get some sleep.” I said, starting to slowly get up from off the couch, my body throbbing with every movement, lower back on fire with every step I took.

“Hey”

Henry quickly stood up from the ottoman, locking eyes with me from away across the house as I was making my way towards my own bedroom.

“Thank you”

“Don’t mention it.”

Then I open the door, Luther following me in.

Closing the door behind me, I immediately go to peel off the sweated tank top gulled to my body, I stagger to the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, my vision cloudy. I looked worse than I did this morning, as if that was possible.

I started to take of the ace bandages wrapped around my torso, but the smell coming directly from the slashes on my back was the most appalling thing.

Fuck. It must be an infection.

“Arthur, does this look like an infection to you?” I show my back to the camera in the corner in my bathroom. Cameras in the bathroom? I know weird, but I’m paranoid and seeing I was kidnapped just days ago, being paranoid is the least of my worries.

“Analyzing.”

“Yes indeed, while I’m unsure what exact infection it is without further testing. I suggest going to the nearest emergency room—”

“No!” Fear is what flooded through me, I hate hospitals.

“Switch to Health advisory one” I pull out a smart watch from the bathroom drawer to monitor my vital signs while I am sleeping.

“Rhylan, are you sure about this decision? The infection has already surpassed where the use of oral antibiotics, and IV antibiotics are necessary.”

“If I die, I die.” Its gods will. If there even is a God, no matter how many times I’ve found myself calling out for God. Nothing or nobody has come.

Healthcon one was a preventive measure I coded into Arthur to prevent me from dyeing, the process was to have Arthur’s program motor close, my breathing, my oxygen levels, my heart rate and rhythm, and if anything is going wrong notify emergency services if absolutely necessary.

Because, as I’ve said before I hate hospitals.

Walking to my bedside table I put the smart blood pressure cuff around my upper arm, I go over to my closet getting the roiling IV stand, and while I hate hospitals I love pain, as sadistic is it is.

Over the years, I’ve collected many different types of medical devises to prevent me needed further care…That included IV medical grade saline and others, and while I knew how to use some of it, the problem was finding a vein.

It was when I finally was attached to the expensive salt liquid, the biggest wave of exhaustion fell over my body. I didn’t even bother putting clothes on or showering, I fell on my white silk sheets in a sports bra and panties, and the huge ass ace bandages wrapped around my torso.

But as my eyes started to fall, I could only wonder if this was the last time I would ever see, breath, hear, or think. One could only hope this isn’t my last run.

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Part 1 - An Amount to Take

A/N: requested by @matilda4eve which you can find here, thanks so much for the love and requests, it really keeps me motivated to write 💕 image creds from pinterest here | guys i know nothing about medicine or hospitals so please forgive me, i even googled 'how to fix slash wound' 😭😭don't think i really did it justice

summary: part 2 coming soon!! y/n is the doctor in Alexandria who helps Daryl after getting injured on a run. when a check-up turns into a whiskey-soaked evening, confessions are made

era: season 7-8, post-Negan Alexandria

pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: hospitals, scars, blood, mentions of drugs

Maybe it was the delicate brush of your fingertips on the sensitive skin on Daryl's chest, or maybe it was just the blood loss. At this moment, he felt particularly delirious, but whatever it was that was making you look so damn gorgeous right now, it didn't matter. Despite noticing Alexandria's new doctor before, this moment came as a sort-of revelation, so much so that he didn't register the concerned look you were giving him.

Having rushed to the infirmary upon the somewhat unexpected arrival of the huntsman, Daryl Dixon, you tore open his sleeveless shirt and was met with a peculiar sight. Though the large, crimson gash stretching the width of his lower chest dominated the attention of the other witnesses in the room, it took someone a little more observant, like you, to be distracted by the constellations of scars and bruises littered on Daryls' torso. You let out a sigh and decided that the best thing you could do right now was stay focused, especially since just by looking at his facial expression you could tell he was losing blood.

You didn't have much experience as a doctor on account of just beginning medical school before the world to shit, so in moments like these, when the community fell at the medic's feet, you felt an immense amount of pressure. Having never tended to a slash wound before, most of your knowledge regarding violent injuries came from movies or TV shows. It looked... deep, and shutting out the cacophony of voices filling the makeshift hospital room, you concluded that Daryl needed some serious stitches. The blood spilling out of the wound seemed to match the speed that your anxiety was overtaking the rest of your senses. What even happened here? Should we be worried? Is he going to be okay? Your questions seemed to be echoing those of the surrounding individuals. Fetching the stitching supplies, you observed Daryl fading in and out of consciousness.

Your voice was muffled, and, unlike before, he could no longer admire your pretty face since his vision was blurring more and more by the second.

"Hey, Daryl," you began, waving a hand in front of his faded face. You had to suppress the expectation that he wouldn't answer. "Can you tell me how this happened?" Two days ago, a group had taken a van out on a supply run that was supposed to last a week, and here they were today, speeding back through the gates a little maniacally. This was no walker; only a human could've done this.

Suddenly he perked up, and you directed your gaze back up to his tired eyes. "I'm fine, hey, dun' worry 'bout me," Of course, the ever-reserved archer was hesitant to appear vulnerable in front of others.

"Daryl, you're not. I'm gonna give you stitches, I need you to listen to my words so you don't black out, please?" you said, earnestly.

"Alrigh', pretty girl," he drawled, even slower and deeper than usual. You couldn't help but smirk at his words, despite knowing he was delirious.

Prepping your needle, you decided to test just how delirious he actually was, whether that was for your sake or not, you didn't know. With one hand smoothing over the wound with an alcohol pad, you lifted the other hand up and spoke softly, "Daryl, can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Uhh- four," he was smiling wider than you had ever seen before. To an uninformed witness, Daryl might have appeared intoxicated. You picked up on his blue eyes subconsciously roaming over your body as you leaned over him.

"That's good," just as you said this, he winced at the sensation of the needle piercing his skin. Carefully weaving the instrument in and out of his warm flesh, you had to maintain your focus as a relatively inexperienced medic. It seemed, however, that Daryl didn't mind one bit, in fact, he seemed oblivious to the pain as he let his head fall back in what could be mistaken for pleasure. In truth, he was enjoying the attention you were giving him, even though it was your job. You continued asking him random questions to which you received flirty, yet inconclusive responses. Once you had successfully closed the wound with your meticulous criss-cross stitches, you set down your equipment and diverted your attention back to Daryl's weary presence in the corner of the room. Best to let him rest a little while, you figured.

One hour later Daryl awoke to the sound of faint voices filtering through from the room across the hall. He jumped up out of his seat and paced around, taking in the bright room for the first time since he'd arrived there. He was in the... infirmary? He remembered going on that run and crossing paths with those fuckers... but he didn't recall getting injured? At the realisation that he was shirtless, he glanced down and caught sight of a line of stitches spanning his chest, they were new. Shit, one of those pricks must've jumped him.

Just as he was trying to gather his thoughts, you wandered into the room carrying a stack of fresh towels and bandages. Now he was standing, you couldn't resist admiring his shirtless body. It wasn't exactly your fault that you had been crushing on the archer since you first met him. When his group found you cowering in the woods, begging to be rescued, he was the first person to lend you a hand and fight your case.

"Hey, are you alright? I don't think you should be up yet," you babbled as you approached him, gazing up at his tall frame. He certainly didn't look like he'd just been stabbed, you mused.

Daryl felt exposed and vulnerable, especially with your gaze lingering on his body. "Nah, I'm fine. Gotta get back out there an' find ma' bike anyway," he paused for a moment, maintaining eye contact. "Ya' must be busy roun' here, with everyone on edge," he drawled. Your mind was drifting back to his delirious state.

"Oh, well, not really," you let out a slight laugh. "I mean, you had it the worst. I've just been trying to find out what actually happened out there, but no one's telling me,"

I had it the worst? Really? Come on, man.

"It was nuthin' really, jus' these fuckers gettin' territorial 'bout a damn grocery store," you smiled at this, yet you hated to see him getting into confrontation where it ends like this.

"Well... I'm glad I wasn't there. Knowing you, they probably had it much worse. Still, I'm real sorry this happened to you." you said, sincerely.

"Hey, dun' worry 'bout me. Thanks for patchin' me up, by the way,"

"Oh, yeah, I gave you those stitches earlier. They should be fine, I think I'll come round to your place later just to see how you're doing,"

He hummed in response, and you couldn't decipher what his reaction was to your last statement.

"Are you sure you're okay?" his stance seemed a little... defensive. Despite his sweet manner, his arms were folded and his head fell at an angle that highlighted an emotion you had not recognised in the stoic man before now; Daryl looked nervous.

"I'm fine, sunshine," that familiar Southern drawl must be laced with something, you decided, as it reached your stomach and created a series of flutters before you were able to form an appropriate response.

"Alright, well, I think you should be fine to go home. Just don't be running laps around the neighbourhood, 'kay?" your reply made him chuckle as he prepared to return to his house and take a shower, anticipating your visit later. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at his presence, especially considering the way he was acting around you earlier. Still, he was jacked up on anaesthetic an hour ago, he couldn't have meant half of the things he said.

As the sun began to sink beneath the trees lining the perimeter of Alexandria's walls, painting the sky in delicate hues of pink, red and orange that you were finally allowed to appreciate, you strolled down the street heading towards Daryl's place. The days were getting shorter and the cold seemed to be catching up to you as you wrapped your flannel jacket around your arms in an effort to retain as much warmth as possible. When you reached his front door, you knocked twice and straightened yourself up so as not to appear particularly frail. In truth, you hadn't actually planned what you were going to say to the archer, but nevertheless, here you were.

His appearance registered in your brain before you realised that the door was wide open. "Hey Y/N," Daryl was wearing that skintight black shirt with sleeves that clung to his muscular biceps just a little too well. His wet hair was sticking to his neck and he smelled... really good.

"Hey, I, uhh- I just came to see how you were doing," you said, sweetly.

"I'm alrigh', ya' wanna come inside?" his voice was laced with pride, perhaps he'd detected the less-than-innocent looks you were giving him.

You hastily agreed and followed him inside, guided by his large frame. Entering his basement-turned-bedroom, you took in the sight as though it were an art gallery, so full of him. If Daryl could be personified as a physical space, it would certainly look like this. It even smelled like him, felt like him in a way you wished you could be more familiar with. Turning around to face the man who perfectly completed the space, you realised that his black shirt which you were only admiring just now had been discarded and strewn to some far corner of the room. The view took you a little by surprise, but, as you did earlier, you attempted to refrain from gawking at his shirtless body.

Approaching him, you flushed with pride at the sight of perfect, seemingly-uninfected stitches. You thought back to your first-ever attempt at stitches - maybe a year ago - when you hurriedly and apprehensively stitched up a gash on Tara's forearm. That didn't go well. The wound was infected shortly after and, despite your friendship, she never let you live it down. It appeared, however, that your technique had improved since then, judging by the state of Daryl's chest.

Tracing your fingertips over the wound, you spoke up, "They look good. I'm pretty proud of myself, I can't lie," you said with a giggle, looking up to meet his eyes. You had never felt this... loose in front of Daryl before.

"Yeah, ya make a good doctor. Never told me where ya' learned all that?" he drawled. He wished he could tell you just how much he appreciates you and how much you do for the community, but the words are lodged in his throat.

"I was in medical school for half a year before... well, before the world went to shit. I'm actually curious to know what you were up to before the turn." it was true, Daryl was a mysterious character who had undeniably intrigued you since the moment you met him. If only you could break down those thick walls he seemed to have in place, you could discover the hidden treasure you were certain was lying somewhere in that heart of his. Someone with so much expertise in the areas of tracking, hunting, combat and survival can't have had a particularly ordinary life, you supposed.

Daryl decided to act upon his little revelation earlier. "How 'bout I fill ya' in over a drink?" you struggled to conceal the distinct way one corner of your mouth was tugging upwards. You contemplated for a moment, the idea of enjoying yourself just for the sake of enjoying yourself seemed so... unreal. Gone were the days of running for safety and sleeping with one eye open, but that animalistic survival instinct never left you, not really. Though you knew the walls of Alexandria were perfectly safe, you still kept your guard up. Was it time to let that go, just for a night?

"That sounds nice,"

"Shit, lemme put a shirt on first," you chuckled at his flustered manner. You wanted to tell him not to worry about it, Lord knows you liked the view. Still, you couldn't quite tear your eyes away from the same scars that littered his chest.

An hour must have passed already. The two of you just sat - or sprawled - enjoying each other's company and finding solace in a quickly disappearing bottle of whiskey. You had discovered the origins of Daryl Dixon and found yourself, somehow, even more attracted to him than you were before. As the alcohol started flowing, so did the deep conversations that were reserved for nights like these.

"Mmh- I should probly' go ta' bed, goin' on a run tomorrow, sum... pharmacy," Daryl was slurring his words. You might have noticed, too, if you were a little less wasted. "Gotta get sum' meds, for you," you were unabashedly giggling now.

"Well, if you find yourself looking for medicine," you were slurring your words, too. "Think you can grab me some... methamphetamine?" you laughed at your own joke. It wasn't even funny. No way was Daryl gonna find crystal meth in a fucking chemical pharmacy?

"The fuck is that?" he grunted.

"Crystal meth. Drugs. Tell me you've gotten high before, Daryl. I bet you have."

"Oh.. yeah, definitely. Merle loved his meth." you frowned at the mention of his brother. "Didn't take ya' as the type who liked ta' get high,"

"I mean, I didn't do it often, y'know, it just... made things better. Momentarily. That was the best part. Made you live for the moment. Like everything could be changing around you but, right now, you felt like heaven,"

"Yer startin' to sound like someone I used ta' know,"

"I mean, I guess it's not just the good stuff. Like, there's an amount to take and... reasons to take more."

Daryl knew what you meant. Despite his difficult relationship with substances and alcohol in the past, which he didn't enjoy discussing with most people, he felt close to you right now. Closer than he was normally used to. 'Reasons to take more', you didn't need to elaborate, that was the perfect way of putting it.

"Mm, yer right, aint never said it ta' no one before. Ya' gotta be careful though, those things... change people. Hell, I've seen it too often,"

The whole evening, you felt a swell of endearment rising up from the pit of your chest leading up to this moment. You're not gonna remember this in the morning, so why not? It's not that serious, anyway, you decided.

"Daryl, you're perfect. Like everything you do, for us, for me, the way you put your life on the line every day for a plastic bottle of meds. Nobody ever says it either, and it makes me so angry. Treat you like some kid that doesn't know how to handle himself. You're perfect, Daryl. I hope you know,"

Perhaps if you were sober right now this moment would've been a little more sentimental. Instead, you lay on his couch staring at the ceiling, thoughts clouded over with drunk affection. Breaking the silence, Daryl spoke up, equally as wasted as you were.

"Is it bad that I wanna kiss you righ' now?" all he was doing was speaking his mind. The same way had done earlier that day when you were leaning over him, giving you all of your attention, you looked damn fine in your own state of delirium over on his couch. Catching his eyes, you first maintained the eye-contact then stood up, wobbled for a second and approached him.

"Kiss me then,"

A/N: sorry not proofread 😓A MOTH LANDED ON ME WHILE WRITING THIS

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Pictures- Daryl Dixon

summary- Slowing taking down built walls

i didn't proofread this so excuse any spelling mistakes

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When Rick's group first arrived at Alexanderia you were delighted. You were do excited to meet new people, and of course keeping your distance but overall being nice and helping out.

After a couple months of them being there they finally started to warm up to everyone. You had made friends with Michonne and Rick, along with Carl. Sometimes You'd have them over for dinner or offer to watch Judith.

You did however, have your eyes on one special person. You worked in the infirmary here and there and when you did see him it was Carol forcing him to have someone treat his infected cuts. He never said anything to you, just glaring at Carol as she shoves him in the door. It startled you the first time, and when you turned around he stoof there looking at you before lifting his shirt and showing the injury.

nothing needed to be said, you just nodded your head and gestured to the bed as you grabbed supplies and cleaned him up. You mumbled a finished as you threw bloodied tissue and such away and he left.

Even though you worked a bit in the infirmary you also went out on runs quite often and had a good say in how things rolled. Whether the runs were longer or shorter, whenever you returned you always saw him near the gates. You wanted to believe he was making sure you were there but you were never sure.

One day, a couple months after Rick's group joined Alexandria, you opened your door to see daryl holding a small box. "Here. Collected these fer ya. ya don' gotta wear em'." He hands you the box and it's filled with jewelrys and small little knickknacks. "Thank you Daryl." You smile and whether or not he'd admit it, there was a small smirk on his face as he walked away.

You took the box to your dining room table and sorted through it. There were all kinds of necklaces and rings. You could tell they've been cleaned and fixed up. You put on some of the bracelets and necklaces, along with a couple of the rings. There's small little animal figurines, and you put those on your window sill above your sink.

Often times you'd find Daryl sitting on your porch, cleaning his crossbow or fiddling with whatever he managed to find on his runs. You'd bring him a glass of water or lemonade, sometimes a plate of whatever you were cooking. Sometimes You'd ask if he'd try a new recipe, other times the two of you would just sit there in comfortable silence.

It's around 6pm, You walk out to give Daryl his glass of lemonade and you start to walk to your chair on the porch when you feel him grab your hand stopping you. "Sit wit' me." Surprised but not upset you turn back and sit next to him. "Why are ya so nice to me?" He asks. "Why not?" You reply. "Others just look at me weird and keep their distance, You smile at me and invite me in. Whatsup with tha'?" He asks. "Because Daryl. People tend to judge all books by their covers. I like to read the book before I say anything. I know you won't hurt me or be a creep. I trust you." You smile softly at him again, and for a brief moment you could see a small part of his eyes soften.

"You trust me?" He asks, his voice a tone softer then usual. "With my life." Your smile stays unbroken and this was the moment you see him smile, fully smile. "Yer stupid." He chuckles softly and shakes his head looking out in front of him.

"Maybe. But it pays off in this case." You laugh and look to him, taking in all his features. "I'll be right back." You smile to yourself and run inside to grab the Instax camera you found on a run.

You rush back out and sit next to him, putting yourself as close as you can be. You wrap your arm aroun him and hd the camera up. "Smile!" You click the button and the flash goes. You move your arm and pull the picture out, waving it hoping it develops quicker.

"Look." You show him the picture, its you smiling at the camera and him smiling at you. "Ma turn." He takes the camera from you, doing the same as you, putting his arm around you and holding the camera up.

When the picture prints he grabs it and waves it. "Look at us." You smile. "Let me get on of you." You take the camera and point it at him. "Smilee." You say. "don' know how ta smile fer pictures." He says. "Imagine Glenn falling down the stairs." You suggest. He smiles, not at what you suggested, but at you trying to make him smile. You take a picture and grab it.

You smile at the picture you took of him, and you look to him still smiling as he calls your name. Theres a flash, followed by "Daryl!"

"What?" He says. "I could've looked bad and im that I wasn't ready!" You say. "Ya never look bad." He waves the picture in his hand. "You think?" You ask. "If anything I'm the one who looks bad." He looks at he picture in his hands. "See?" He hands you the picture. "Ok I guess its not that bad." You give it back. "Here I'll keep the one of you and the one you took, and you keep the one of me and the one i took." You hand him the other picture.

He puts them in a pocket of his vest. You look at him, his eyes eventually meeting yours, and you can't look away, you see him lean in, a look crossing his face asking for permission. You lean in further connecting your lips with his. "Mind if i spend the night?" He asks. "Not at all." You smile as he kisses you again, moving his arms around you, the same arms that'll be holding you as you drift off to sleep.

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And Now We Get to Fly

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Setting: Sometime post Alexandria

Warnings: None

Summary: Just some fluff.

A/N: I am working on requests but I needed to finish this first.

You couldn’t be sure what woke you. In the haze of sleep, you blinked slowly at the window, able to make out the pale light of the moon creeping through the sheer curtains. As the fog in your head began to clear, you realized belatedly that it was still the middle of the night. You could recall no nightmares or even the startle of any sudden noise. Still, your brow furrowed and you listened.

Silence.

Several more minutes passed, yet you still heard nothing beyond the shifting of Dog on the rug below the opposite side of the bed and the slow, steady breathing from the pillow beside your own. You were lying on your back, so turning your head was a simple enough feat without risk of disturbing the slumbering man at your side. Your smile came unbidden.

Daryl was on his stomach, face turned toward you with his arm draped loosely over your stomach. He looked so peaceful that you felt the sudden need to fight back tears threatening to collect in your waterline. There wasn’t a single twitch. Not one line of pain or worry.

You could remember sharing sleeping space with him as far back as the Greene farm; how he would jerk awake with a choked off shout and quickly retreat to check the perimeter. The nightmares were at their worst back then. Slowly, over time, he began to sleep closer and began holding you. There was an obvious shift in his sleeping habits, meaning he actually got some sleep.

Then came Negan.

And you had to start all over.

Still, here you both were. Years later and all you wanted to do was see him relaxed and at peace forever. You focused on his breathing, soft and even. The weight of his arm across you was grounding and proven to keep your own demons at bay. You wanted to capture this moment and hold onto it tightly forever.

This alone was worth all you had been through since the end of the world.

“Whatcha starin’ at?”

His voice was low and rough, laced with sleep. His eyes remained closed. You turned onto your side to face him and brushed the hair away from his face. He melted impossibly deeper into the pillow with a sigh that you weren’t even sure he realized he had emitted.

You smiled. “Everything.”

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saving to read later. I really hope theres some good smut in this ;)

Rescue You

Chapter 5: The Future

The way to a Navy Seal's heart is with Chinese food.

Warnings: Yeah! This:

I started my new job a few days later. The first day was dedicated to paperwork and watching training videos. They provided monogrammed blue or purple button-down shirts in my size, but the rest was my choice as long as it was black. The next few days were spent learning the reservation system in a dedicated computer room. I sat alone and watched videos, took electronic quizzes, and read instruction booklets. Finally, I started shadowing behind the front desk. It wasn't rocket science, but I liked constantly being around people. Even though there was only one person I wanted to see.

I lived with a ghost. He came and went at weird times, never had any visitors after that one time with his brother, and I never heard a sound from his side of the wall. One night when I got home two bags of coffee were sitting in front of my door. I appreciated the grinds but not the absence.

The next night, when I left work, I got take-out from the Chinese food restaurant next door to the hotel. I ordered a variety, cost be dammed. I still had money from Russell and I'd have my first paycheck in a few days.

Thankfully he was home, so I bypassed my own door and knocked on his.

“Comin,” he called out.

He opened the door fully dressed this time, unfortunately. I held the bag up and asked, “Hungry?”

“Thanks but nah, I'm good,” he said and started to shut the door.

“So it's not even safe to eat dinner together?” I asked quickly. “Can't you even eat General's Chicken with a neighbor? Unless I get food poisoning, I'm pretty sure I'll live,” I said and raised an eyebrow.

He paused as my words soaked in, then smirked and sighed, amused and curious. “What else you got in there?” He gestured at the bag.

“Pork lo mein, teriyaki, crab Rangoon, spare ribs, egg rolls- -”

“Jesus, how much do you think I can eat?” he stepped aside with the door open.

“Who said it was all for you?” I smiled as I passed him.

I sat on what I now considered my stool at his island counter, elated that he let me in. He handed me a cold can of Coke from his fridge and said, “Sorry I don't have diet.”

“Oh God, that was a joke.”

“Weird joke,” he commented.

“It's from a Tenacious D album. Jack Black does a skit where he orders all the unhealthy stuff at a fast food place then says, ‘and a diet Coke, cuz I'm watching my figure.’”

He chuckled as he scooped fried rice onto a plate for me, then himself.

“How's your new job?”

“So much better than my last one! Easier, pays more, my co-workers are nicer, I walk 20 minutes instead of driving 45. I'm much happier.”

“That's good,” he said between bites. “Sorry 'bout my brother the other day.”

“No worries. He was OK at the end.”

“He… he's had it rough, but he's tryin,” Russell said.

“Trying is worth a lot. Some people never even bother. How long has he been clean?” I asked.

“8 months. Doing real good. His girlfriend is the bigger problem now.”

“So it's her fault?”

“No no, he was already using when he met her. But she's not clean right now. He says she doesn't use in front of him but it's still not ok. I don't want him falling back, you know.”

“People are bad habits too. They can make or break you.”

“He won't listen to me,” he continued, slowly opening the verbal spigot. “I'm just the nagging big brother, the pain in his ass. But he's all I got left so I'm not giving up.”

“He's lucky. I wish I'd had a big brother who cared.”

Neither of us spoke or ate for a moment as the elephant appeared in the room.

“Would you really have killed him?” I dared to ask, shattering the glass of silence.

Russell shook his head. “No. Would you really not care?”

I shook mine. “I don't want anything to do with him, but I don't wish him any harm either. It's the past now,” I said with finality. I raised my soda can and said, “To the future?”

Russell tapped the bottom of my can with his in a toast. “The future,” he agreed, looking deeply into my eyes.

The conversation lightened from there. We agreed the egg rolls were the best we'd ever had. We discovered that we grew up only two towns away from each other. He and Gabe were raised by a single mom, and he joined the Marines the day after he graduated from high school. Eventually he became a Navy Seal, special operations. He stopped there, leaving the dots between top secret missions in the middle east to robbing banks unconnected.

We kept talking long after we finished eating. Maybe it was the distracting conversation or the ease I felt with him, but I hadn't eaten so much at once in a long time. I'd lost so much weight in the past few months. I couldn't afford much, I didn't have much of an appetite anyway, and whatever I did eat gave me stomach aches from stress. I figured an ulcer was brewing but I couldn't afford a doctor visit either.

Since I'd moved in with Russell the cramping stopped. I was hungrier, especially when I split a pizza with Dee. I started eating breakfast before work, just cereal or toast. The walk to work made me hungry again, but after 11am at work, we were welcome to whatever was left of the complimentary breakfast muffins. I already felt like my body was filling out again, curving and sloping all over. I not only felt healthier and happier, but sexier too.

Around 10pm we finally ran out of things to say. Russell looked at the empty cartons and said, “I can’t believe we ate all that.”

”Why, you watching your figure?” I teased.

“Yeah, I'm switching to diet Coke tomorrow,” he laughed. “Thanks for all this. What's my half?”

“No, it's on me,” I said firmly. “I get paid soon, and I still have some that you gave me. So I guess technically you did pay.”

“Stubborn as fuck,” he mused.

“Thanks for letting me in. I've never liked eating by myself. It's better when you have someone to talk to.”

He chewed the inside of his bottom lip, then spoke as if he'd lost a battle with himself.

“We can do it again,” he offered, then quickly clarified, “As just two neighbors who hate eating alone.”

I took the win. “I'm not a good cook, though, so don't get your hopes up. I'm a whiz with the microwave, though.”

“Same.”

I slid off the stool and reached for a plate but he stopped me.

“I'll clean up. Go on, I know it's late.”

I grabbed my purse and said goodnight but lingered at the door until he called my name.

“Anything you need… I'm always here,” he quietly pledged.

I wanted to throw myself in his arms and bury my face in his chest.

“Same,” I said as I forced myself out.

When I got home two nights later, he was waiting for me, leaning against his doorway, hands in his pockets.

“You like Mexican?” He asked.

I practically skipped inside like a teenager.

His counter was covered in three giant burritos, a bag of chips, and containers of queso, guac, and three kinds of salsa, mild, medium, and hot.

”Cool! Where’s your half?” I joked.

I finally got to hear him laugh.

I insisted on helping with the clean up. Dee visited the night before and gave me the thumbs up to ditch the sling, so I had two free arms. Of course she told me to rest it, and of course Russell was fretting. I knew better than to overdo it, but I could still carry an empty plate, for God’s sake.

It was only 8pm and still light out. Russell’s apartment sat on the corner of the row of buildings and had another window on the side wall, facing west, where the foot of his fastidiously-made bed ended. I stood in front of the open window, admiring the streaks of purple and pink mixing into the fading orange sunset.

Russell quietly stepped beside me. My heart thumped, my skin tingled. He was watching me from the side when I turned towards him. Without a word we reached for each other. His thick fingers threaded into my hair and our eyes wordlessly begged each other to continue. A small moan escaped me when our lips met, and I quickly pushed my tongue forward, begging for more before it hardly began. He eagerly joined in, then retreated cautiously.

”Is it- -” he began, but I pushed my lips back to his. His kiss was thorough but needy. He pulled me flush against his expansive, solid chest, then onto his lap as he sat on the end of the bed. I inched my skirt up and straddled him, then popped open each button of my shirt. He slid the soft cotton off my shoulders but froze at the sight of the wound.

”Don’t look at that. Look at me, Russell,” I demanded. “And not with regret. I’m here because I want to be. Now take me.”

He pulled my shirt down off my arms and slammed it to the floor, then combed his fingers back into my hair and recaptured my lips. We lapped at each other hungrily, starved for each other, gorging on our desires.

I tugged at his shirt, needing to finally see what he was hiding. He swept it over his head, revealing the full design, and other tattoos decorating his top half. They were gratuitous, overdone, and oversized, marring an otherwise perfect canvas. A bald eagle’s wings stretched across his entire chest, perched atop an anchor that reached down his sternum, a trident between its teeth. He either once tried too hard, or regretted that he ever tried at all.

”Don’t look at that,” he said, almost shamefully. “Look at me, like you always do. Like you trust me.”

”I do,” I swore, and reconnected with his blue eyes, deeper than ever in full-blown lust. “I do.”

Our lips magnetically sealed again. I grappled with his belt and zipper as he pulled my skirt up around my waist and my panties down, raising my hips so I could straighten one leg and shimmy them off. My knees clamped beside his hips, our centers only separated by thin cotton boxers now. As soon as I felt his bulge swipe my clit I began to wildly grind against him.

I freed his cock and held it at my dripping entrance. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his length. We both cried out and waited, adjusting, grasping each other's bodies and new meanings. He spread his fingers across my ass and slowly rocked me back and forth, sparking a million tiny fires with each motion. I took over, using every leg muscle to slowly bounce and roll, savoring each sublime slide. Russell buried his face in my cleavage then kissed his way up my neck and back to my lips. His hands followed, grasping me as if I were falling away from him. I grabbed his biceps and forgot about everything else except his strength, his tenderness, his consideration, how he looked at me, carried me, cared for me. He fucked me like he needed me as much as I needed him. He made love to me like it would last forever.

Our rhythm grew reckless with speed. He wrapped one arm around me and spun us halfway around until we landed softly, with me on my right side. He held my leg at his hip as he softly pumped into me, then stroked my hair again while holding my gaze. When he reached between us and stroked me with his thumb, the explosion wracked my body, and the ripples radiated through me until he pulled out with a grunt. I whimpered at the loss but watched him jerk himself quickly until his hot release spurted onto my belly. We pressed our foreheads together as we came down from our highs, our mingling moans fading as we clung to each other. His arms encircled and cocooned me, folding me into the only place in the world I truly fit and felt at home, until it felt like we could never truly separate again.

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