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I don't recall myself falling asleep, but I know he did. I kept the motion of my hand playing with his hair going the entire night, hoping it'd remind him that I am right here. And not in the burning fire. 

I knew he was bothered by Jess' comment, how was I do know it'd taste like his mother's recipe? And maybe it was that ache that rendered me not to get much sleep, but really. This all reminded me of being in the girls home, having one or two of the little kids having to sleep with me because the infamous monster under the bed is trying to get them.

Although both their's and Daryl's imaginations run wild, it's hard to separate dreams from reality, and however vivid the dream potentially was, it was again, so bad to make him cry.
"Ya awake...?" I heard within the room, opening my eyes as I was already greeted by his squinting gaze. So I nodded, yawning as I brought him in closer to my hold.
"Goodmorning Pookie." I breathed out mid intake of air, settling myself into the mattress all the bit more. "I'm sorry...'Bout last night..."
"Don't be. It happens." He shook his head back into my hold, however many times I've done this to him. It was only natural to be done to myself as well.

"Nah...Thought I scared ya last night."
"I've been there too." Once again, he said his single phrase that just rolls off the tongue in the instant 'god I love ya,' one of my favorites to hear. Whether he's tired or turned on. Both make me smile to no end.

"Got any plans for today hun?" I shook my head now, letting my head rest on an angled elbow. There wasn't much to do, but the fact of the matter is I should probably be getting home sooner or later. My camping trip, although ended early on our note. Am I meant to return home tomorrow, whether he knows that or not. I'm not sure.

Wish I could just stay here in the bed for the rest of the day, but he's got plans if I've ever seen some. "Kinda want to shoot the bow again..." I started, but his only reaction was a pure groan before looking up with pleading eyes. "Not to study, christ it's break," I said, removing all the bangs from his face to the back. Only for my hold to let loose and cover up once again.

"Already gotcha skinnin' squirrels and talkin' like me...Soon ya brother's gonna call ya 'redneck trash' like the rest of 'em." Rolling my eyes at his sudden callback, did I just remember how long ago all that was. "I don't see you like that," I mumbled, not really one to judge. Considering Jarod came from the same given tree as Jackie, I can see why he's quick to categorize someone.

"Maybe I should plan something then, get you out of camping mode." His reaction wasn't a quick no like I thought it would be. Instead, his eyes held hesitation, just not enough to shut the thought down.
"I know one way ya can get me outta that mode." He said, already pressing his chest against mine as he met up with me for a kiss. But as it soon began to drag further and further out, did my head soon fall deeper down towards the mattress than the pillow. 

With his tugging off his own shirt ridding further up my body, did it cause a blockage in our kiss before we were soon interlocked once more. Only this time he found another target, slowly inching down to make another trail of love marks on my skin.

"Gotta admit...fun seein' this side of ya...All laid back...Wild..." He started after each gentle kiss and nip did his whisper carry through straight to my core, which was now only being blocked by the last piece of clothing I have on.

Whatever his strategy was, it already had my body rocking back and forth under his old. Making him smirk ever so loudly as he just stopped. "See how cruel it could be hun?...But I couldn't do that to ya...Not now anyways..." His continuation of pressing further down underneath the sheets, as he gripped onto the sides of my panties and yanks them down in one clear-cut motion. All before rising back under the covers and pushing them away.

Trying to hold my reaction as his hand just asserted itself within my hungry lips, as I was begging to be touched I couldn't help but return the favor. Rising up and making him follow the same lead as my hand began to take off his shirt. Along with the small risk of his boxers needing to come off now. 

Truth be told, if his repetitive motion didn't stop as it did for the second. I don't think I could have held in the moan again. Even with my tongue biting down, it was a miracle I wasn't screaming a begging cry. "They still in ya bag?" I nodded, seems as though he moved it. Just enough time to continue the teasing where I couldn't even see remotely, my only regard was rubbing his shaft. Not that it has any effect on him...Not yet.

As soon as I saw the red wrap being torn at his mouth, spitting out the dividing piece did he take out the dreaded thing. Whatever was in my mind at not looking, or acting out the single moan as he had to remove his hand for a second.

The sudden shuffle in the bed as he positioned himself just like last night, only this time his smile was bigger than before. "Been dreamin' bout' the day we were gonna do this...Still shockin' me that were here." 
My laugh was surely surpassed with a pleasureful moan that almost instantly electrified my entire body. How could he even dream of not being gentle? His ever so slowly beginning seems to be tamed, and is only shown at the end of the climax of us both.

But with pain no longer being an issue, I begin to giggle and squirm under hold as his breath just continues to tickle under his hold. Another weakness he found, last night I suppose. Ending all laughs in the sort as he enters me fully, making sure to rock the bed forward. Even holding onto the wooden frame above our heads for general support.

Soon, when his torturing was done, did I create the same position once again. Straddling right above him as I rocked up and down, but hips fastened side to side as I could see how pure of temper his eyes began to grow.

Just when I was about to pick up the pace, he rose straight up with me. Fastening a hold around my lower back, and somehow managed to make this a position to pound into me with. Whether it was his doing, or him rocking me up and down onto his length.

Whatever it was, it had me in the crook of his neck begging him to continue. "Ya begginn' me like that...Maybe ya were right when ya said ya ain't made of glass." With the emphasis given by the last few pound sparking through my body, did my head fall straight back towards the ceiling. Leaving it completely open for Daryl to take the opportunity, sharing just more knowledge on his given talent at finding ways to torture me.

A loud growl soon escaped his lips, as he changed the position once again. Never let me have control, not even for a minute. But that is what had me giggle, especially when my entire body was being pushed down right onto the mattress. My breast is hidden from his view as he continues to slam me from behind.

Having my moans muffled, even after he holds onto my buckling waist. I'm so sensitive to his touch that I couldn't help but finish before him. And even then, was there still the need to continue.

His kisses found themselves trailing to my bare back, outlines the flawed lines that scarred my existence. Until he spoke between every nip bitting kiss. "I love...Every...Square inch of ya....Every bit." The last spoken words were no longer distracted by a kiss, they were right beside my ear as I sheltered down back into the pillow. Mesmerized at how just the fatal attraction to just some words sparked this much-added pleasure into my body.

Before long, did we resume the first given position. Perhaps he saw how dominant he was getting and sheltered back a bit. But whatever it was, it rendered me utterly pleasurable.

That is, until the door fucking opened.

"Yo Daryl—" Merle started, but the sudden picture of just me under his hold shattered the continuation of that sentence. I didn't care if we were caught, I didn't care how bare I looked. I pulled the covers over Daryl's back so he could keep the scars hidden from him for just the bit while longer.

Even more so was he conservative enough to cover my bearing breasts. "Hohoho, fuckin' are we?...Well, best hurried it up then. Got company comin' over soon."
"What?" Daryl breathes, surely out of breath. And all I could do was lay there in complete and utter shock at how a conversation was being brought up at a time like this.

"It's a surprise, Blake's gonna like 'em." His laughed echoed, but the second the door closed. I could feel how angry Daryl was getting, not by the sounds of his breath. Or even by the grown, but by the overall intensity.

The once thought of pleasurable movement of rocking my body with the bed turned much more brutal as he continued to pound and pound. "D-Daryl..." I spoke, my voice struggling by the lump in my throat. And there I saw it, something I thought I destroyed or gotten ride of a long time ago.

The darkened glow in his eyes.

"Daryl!" I cried, making him snap completely out of it. As my hands cupped his face, ruffling back his hair to see what happened and where he had gone to. He didn't hurt me, I just felt overwhelmed and at the most unprepared for the sudden change of fucking events. 
His brother getting under his skin was enough to settle the dispute between Daryl and whatever I just witnessed form from him. With the apologies flowing left and right. Trying to undermine what happened and how he changed with the given function of a snap.

We were just left with a warning of people coming over and the sound of our pure lungs gasping for air.

"Don't blame ya if ya wanna head home." He finally spoke, and as entangled as I was within his bedsheets. Did I finally bring myself to level with the earth instead, seeing him change into whatever was closest. A pair a jeans and a button up shirt that he so cleverly chopping off the sleeves of.

My smile at the jeans just had him let out a sarcastic chuckle, but not after handing me back my bra and panties off the floor. "What a gentlemen," I said, holding the bunch of them together. My jeans were stationed right above my backpack, and oddly enough, my shirt was nowhere to be found. Like he already had it planned, did he hand me a given one of his. It wasn't button down like I thought, it was a long sleeved that ended midway.

The dark woodsy green color just reminded me of the woods in the instant, and what reminded me to pee was the sudden look at a plastic bottle on his counter. "Hey...Hey." He said, closing the door before I could even peek out the given hallway.

The muffling of a television and the laughing sounded off in the living room, and as anxious as I was to use the restroom. He was anxious for me to not leave this room, I could see it in his eyes. "Dixon. Move. I need to pee." My hand already on the doorknob, twisted and ready to just run straight to the said bathroom. I wasn't trying to push fact, I was already at a loss with everything else. 

I can't deal with a UTI right now.

"It's fuckin' tweaker..." 

"What?" He was listening through the door, but what the hell is a tweaker? "Some white prick my brother's friends with...Probably already told 'em ya here." Gesturing even further that my need to go was being denied, did he continue to shake his head. "Daryl—"
"I ain't leavin' ya alone." I laughed, louder than I expected. "So you want to hold my hand when I pee?"
"I—" Shaking my head as he was about to answer the sarcastic question, did he finally know what I was entailing. So instead, he opened the door. Nodding in appreciate was I quick in entering the bathroom. 

Here I was, once again. Round three and still completely guilt free from the first time around, I get why he was afraid, afraid of hurting me the first time. Just wish everything wasn't so complicated, that we can have the clean moment to ourselves. Instead, I'm in the bathroom. Splashing water on my face to remind myself this real, and nothing is going to scare me...Not yet at least.

Leaving the bathroom and flicking the light switch off, was I in shock to see Daryl just sitting on the floor. Waiting. "How bad can they be?" 

"It ain't even 10, they're all wasted." My eyes spoke louder than the lump in my throat, but instead, he just took hold of my head and led me into the living room. 
"There they are! Knew they wouldn't skipper off! This right here is Blake, oh she's a sweetheart. Ain't that right baby brother." Although Merle had taken the shine to hover against the lower part of my back, I knew he was hinting at something else at the end of it all. 

The bong on the table, and the already rolling up pieces being sorted through and counted. Was this just a business deal in the making, and I've never been so far up the latter to do so. With Daryl's polite interaction with the guy, I can only assume is Tweaker, and another one that has gone unnamed. Did he nod towards me, but as I was sitting down to the couch. Right beside the armed chair, Merle was hogging, did Daryl follow. Already taking the given collection and rolling it up so properly.

Much like his work in hunting and whatever else, was this the second I've seen him pay any attention to. "Oh sweetheart, don't tell me ya don't know how to roll yaself a joint." His teasing was enough to make me squint, carefully taking the other measured section do I work as diligently as Daryl. 

But quicker in the sense that I was already rolling it up with my tongue licking it closed. Handing it off to Merle for inspection. My elbow just resting to the armrest as he looked at every little cranny to see if I had done something wrong. "She's the one who made bank at that jock party bro...Why'd ya challenge her like that?" Daryl growled, still mad about the walk-in incident barely twenty minutes ago. Or at least that's what I think. 

But of course, Tweaker was quick to take it from Merle. Seeing if it was true. So I allowed myself the benefit to get a bit more comfortable, crossing my legs onto the couch as I watched Daryl turn to his third roll.

I didn't expect this was what he did in his spare time, that and target practice. But the second it was given back to me. The guy's face lit up with a smile, but that only had my eyes avert to his red eyes. Guess Pookie was right, he was already gone. "On the house honey." He winked, I didn't want to react to it. But I didn't want to be rude either, good to know that Daryl wasn't looking up. Just the glare Merle gave to him as a warning told him the courtesy of 'be fucking careful.'

And yet here he was, still staring me from across the table. Trying to paying attention to two different things while being junked up on whatever he seemed to hit up before this. 

As Merle was flipping through the random stations, he claimed he was getting a beer. Looking at the clock in the corner was Daryl right before, it wasn't even noon yet. So allowing this to unfold, did I just pass my beer off to Pookie. And he nodded in complete understand, still though, he placed it between our two workstations. "Come on sweetheart, give one a try..." Merle was the one to give the incentive, and yet I didn't get the approval from Daryl. Until he readied the lighter right before me, so taking the break. As no one else seemed to be working other than Daryl.

Trying to keep himself occupied as loudly as ever, but the second I passed it to him now. He was in for the count as well. Don't know how I managed to get to be Merle's good side, Christ I don't even know how I got here at this point. 

All I know is that my legs are sprawled out as I rest on Daryl's thigh, with the cold beer just cooling the top of my head. Not used to the Georgia heat just yet, and probably will never be.

It's fucking spring, why is it so fucking humid?

Looking to the television now, was I just rolling along with whatever was on screen. Trying to pay attention to the show, rather than Daryl bickering with Merle. Telling him to shut up, but as I began to tune in. Rising to look at Pookie with a questionable gaze, did I see what I missed. 

And how heated it actually got. "...Nah bro I'm serious! How high do ya think gotta be to watch this damn fuckin' show?" Seeing how potentially heated it was, did I lock eyes on everyone in the room. I felt like I just woke up from a damn nap, just Merle laughing about to this damn show that was playing. 

"Isn't that bad..." I said, turning to the oldest Dixon. Trying to stop the lethal amount of hostility in the air, and instead, did he point to the television with his hand. Stomping up to his feet and laughing at the sheer point of the joke.

"Kiddin' me right? They lit up just as much as us, still...Can wipe my shit and call it art too huh?" As I was about to chuckle, letting my head fall on down with the idea that was potentially true. Did I just see the muted punch that knocked Merle down to the ground below me. 

As if everything was happening in slow motion, did Daryl move my feet off his lap to retaliate against his brother attack. And as I helped Merle up, he just looked at the blood dripping down from his nose. 

Seeing Daryl just take down Tweaker with the fatal few punches, was I in the worry of how this will come down. But as Merle took ahold of my shirt, to lean in a whisper. Did he place something within my hands as well, taking it from the roof of the coffee table.
"Shit flies fast..." He said, rising up to stay cautious with his brother's fate. 

Surprisingly, Tweaker stole a punch or two. Judging by the take backs Daryl had faced, and as much as I wanted to finish it. I stayed seated, just holding the pistol carefully and quietly under the table.

But the sudden spark flew in me as Pookie was now caught in a headlock, and the appearance of a second gun cocked back to his head. My eyes widened and my protective stance was a given.
"Ima kill you, bitch." He muttered right beside Daryl's ear, the growls and grunts coming from the captive continue to erupt, so I rose up to my feet and aimed it at the guy. Cocking back the hammer and knowing full well it didn't have the safety on.

With an aim now on me by Tweaker's friend, not only did it have Merle reveal his own given weapon. Shaking his head in another warning matter, but it had Daryl begin to bounce up and around the hold. Like an animal in a cage or an animal chained up. 

"Careful where ya pointed at missy." Tilting my head all the bit more, did the unnamed friend just come before Tweaker and Daryl, trying to block the staring contest that was admitted between the both of us. "Best leave her out of this!" Dixon yelled, still trying to regain power under the choke hold. His eyes weren't pleading either, they were bloodshot and on the verge of going dark like they just were.

Punching the shit out of the guy.

"Tell ya girl to stand down." 

"Let. Him. Go." I mutter through my teeth, and instead was I greeted with the disgusting laugher of the yellow teeth men before us both. These assholes are one shot away from me becoming a felony. 
Christ. How did I get here?

My heart was just beating, almost like it was about to erupt from my chest. Seeing Daryl in that hold made it even worse. My blood already boiling to high heaven. Fuck.

"Listen, boys, sweetheart here ain't kiddin' round. Best let him—"
"Ya's the one talkin' shit about Scooby...Ma boy loves him." This was all over the fucking cartoon dog, shifting my weight on my feet did I just stare directly into Daryl's eyes. Trying to see what sort of move he was making, and in hopes that I could help him out.

The tighter the grip went around his neck, the more I feared.  And in the instant did his hold leave the arm interlocking his neck, and pushed him up against the wall as they bother tried to stabilize for control. 

Although the friend made sure I didn't do anything, Merle took the stance before me. Still pointing his gun as I just watched in horror as Daryl was given a good hit right into the gut. Making him fall down to his knees as he puked in the spit bucket right beside him.


The laughter that soon buckled through the room was a signal that all guns were placed down. And instead of placing it on the table, I returned the cocked back hammer and placed it into the back of my jeans for safe keeping.

Just for the moment. 

Going off to Daryl side as the rest of them went into the kitchen to get a beer, was he just pushed up against the wall. Staring at me with glossy eyes as he too couldn't believe what happened.
"I-I...I thought I was dead..." Sighing in relief did I bring his neck into the hold of my both my arms and pull him in for a hug. 
All the booze he drank, everything that lasted in his stomach was gone and came up right in the moment. Giving him a moment of breath did he soon find himself holding the wall to get back on his feet.

I've never been punched so hard that the need to puke immediately, but here it just happened. And I was quick to take Daryl on outside towards the fire pit, instead of staying with those assholes.

Placing him down into a chair, was I quick to bend down before him. "Are you alright?" I questioned, holding his hand. But he was quick to jerk it back, blocking my affection as his hand was now propping up his chin. "Am I aight?" He started, huffing and puffing within each given breath of the words. "Rory I thought I was gonna die, then ya pull that shit..." Him bitting the inside of his cheeks made me grit my teeth even harder than before. But then he too cracked a smile, what the hell were in these joints...?

"Only ever saw ya defendin' me when Jules touched me...How'd ya know that gun was—"

"Asshole...I thought you were mad!" Now he stomped his foot for the given emphasis, clouding more of my judgement each and every second. And although he was hiding his smile behind his fist, I couldn't even look him in the eye now as I sighed within my hand. 
"Ya held the gun out like I showed ya, looked like ya had it pointed it at him...Always glancin' between everybody...Ya did good for ya first—"
"What the fuck..." With my hands gripping the beginning strains of my hair as he was critiquing my sudden ability to be in a standoff.

"Babe...Here come on, take ya home." Quickly looking up at my hold do I shake my head, keeping positioned in his seat for another minute. After what just happened? I don't think I want him driving me anywhere, not for good while. "How many times have you been—"

"Ain't bout to push my luck. Hope ya never have to be in 'em hun." Instead of going to my hold within my hands, I instead settle for his knee. And although he kissed my head, waiting for me to pop back up. I just shook my head in ignorance.

"Better put this back," I grumbled, just handing back up the pistol from the back of my jeans. Not expecting taking it and to putting it on the table, but it gave him the opportunity to lift me up like a child. 
And I fucking hate when he does that.

Especially when he sets me onto his lap, peacefully laying on his chest as we let the breeze made way. "Does it get this hot?"
"Hun, it ain't even that hot yet. Wait till summer, can't wear no jeans no more." I didn't even bother to hide my laughter, because now it became a sudden realization that my shorts could be brought out early this coming year. 
"Yeah, strictly shorts." His expected groan was louder than anticipated, and instead of following that conversation. I think I'd need his help with something anyhow. "Ya alright?"
"Yeah...No I'm fine...I just don't like—"

"Tweaker? Yeah, lil prick. We can find somewhere else to hang out." I nodded, still waiting for the right time to mention the idea. "I need to replace the bullets...For my step dad's gun." His swearing of the word had him lift me back to my feet, as he leads me over a ways to the garage. Taking out a box of bullets that he claimed to be right, thanking the high heavens that I thought of this before he came home and assumed something. But, as I was about to pay him for the bullets. He claimed it was all at fault since I got my arm slashed anyway.

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Date Posted:03-11-18  // Time: 8:22
Word-Count: 4548
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Season 4 when Daryl tells Beth this story, I hope I did it justice!