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Catching her Chapter 8

/ Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Season 1-3 // THE QUARRY

word count: 2913

Updated

Warnings- Allusion's to SA, Cannon swearning and physical violnce ------

Instead of the comforts of a viable, functioning society, she had gotten two rednecks. They had arrived in a whirlwind, a week after the initial outbreak and a day after Quinn had run out of food.

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Daryl. 

He hadn't felt terror in a long time. The kind that leaves you powerless, voiceless and without a scrap of logic left to reason with. That hadn't touched him since he was big enough to be called a man, since before he realised his fists left less room for argument than his words and he’d never seen a reason to turn back. The first time he’d felt terror was at the hands of his father, but this time maybe he understood Merle’s. Why he took the beatings and why he left. Because it paralyses you, when someone who feels like a part of you gets hacked away. Leaves you primal and wanting to charge towards the danger or away, whatever helps the feeling in your chest subside fastest so you can fucking breath again. 

Because he can't breathe. Not while she's in there and it’s his fault. He doesn't even know if she's ok, totally absent from their earlier scuffle at the Vatos base. All his senses tell him to run head first into the danger to get her, but the guilt in his chest makes him wanna turn on his heel and run away from it all entirely and back to Merle. His thoughts crashed and rolled against his skull as Rick spoke, forming words that were sucked away before they reached the redneck's ear. 

He was pulled from his thoughts when the items of offence were pushed into his view, the guns they unwittingly traded for their friends. And now would be forced to trade back, leaving him just as unable to defend her as before. He hated himself for it but his body felt tight at the thought that he’d be trading Quinn for Merle if he did this. One wrong move and he wouldn't be around to look for his brother. Hell every second that passes separated them by another mile, was she really worth more than Merle to him?

“Them Guns are worth more than Gold.” He huffed, rubbing his face, and quickly continued,  “Gold doesn't protect your family, put food on the table.” 

“Are they really worth it?” As the word left his mouth he physically pulled away from them, turning from the men and only thinking about the guilt coating his mouth. . 

“If I knew we’d get them back, I might agree.” Rick quickly turned toward T-dog, “What, you think Vatos across the way is just gonna hand 'em’ over?”

The boy they grabbed spoke up, Daryl didn't care for the subject of his words, only that the kid's voice made him feel like pushing his nose through into his skull. Hitting him didn't do anything to make him calmer it just poured more into his sense of injustice and had him pacing across the room again

“The question is do you trust that man's word?” T dog spoke over the chaos, and he tried to focus, to use his rage as a tool to help the situation and not hinder it, but he just ended up wondering how Merle would’ve responded. 

“No, the question is what you're willing to bet for it, could be more than them guns, could be your life. Are they really worth that to you? “ In his mind he asks himself the same question, weighing it against his heart and his mind. 

“The life I have I owe to him, I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away but he didn't, neither will I.” he paused and handed Daryl a gun and continued, 

“I could be asking you the same question. That woman, Quinn, came out here to help your brother. She could've stayed back at camp with the rest of the women but she's out here for you.”

He wanted to knock the self righteous bastard around the head with the butt of his gun or push him out the window and into the street, he didn't have a damn clue and he sure as hell didn't have a right talking to him about it right now. That asshat was ignorant of anything that happened in that camp, hell he owes her shit? she owed him if anything. But the nagging feeling was pulling his feet toward fighting, bulldozing through the next few hours to get Quinn back to him so he could try and get some control over this hellish day. He knows where she is and if he could get her back he might have some hope in finding his brother.  

The men around him stared at him, eyes boring in and he realised they were waiting on his answer. 

“What, you gonna hand the guns over?” 

“I didn't say that.” Rick turned to T-dog, “You can still leave, there's nothing keeping you here.” 

Like hell there ain't, Daryl internally snarked, but T-dog chose to stay. Giving him nothing more to complain about. Leaving that space empty to focus on the pricks that took Quinn and Glenn.

“Come on, this is nuts. Just do like g says.” The kid spoke up, and sooner wished he hadn't by the time Daryl's hand connected with his face again. And like a highschool bell, the slap quietened the room, unifying them in their decision to leave. 

 The whole ride down he sat in anticipation, each metre the van flew over filled him with steam and fire. Like the bow of an old ship his mind fractured into a thousand working parts pushing and pulling against itself, the bedlam refusing to placate against what possibilities lay ahead. She hadn't been there when they initially tried the exchange, although from the way they’d displayed Glenn like a Christmas turkey, he's almost grateful he didn't see her. Or he would be if it didn't mean 100 different, worser outcomes might be taking place. It could be happening right now, what had he done to try and stop it but think about leaving her there with them to chase after his damn brother, yet again picking up after him. 

Soon enough the Van came to a stop and He had to prepare himself for the fire fight to come. He stepped out into the sun with a frown and pulled himself alongside the others with boots filled with lead. When the door opened, Rick led with Miguel, displaying the hostage and using him as cover from any enemy fire. It was a cold thing to do, Daryl mused. Stepping in behind them, it was clear they’d not lacked much in man power, at least seven or eight men stood guarding the entrance, locked and loaded ready to push them back out into the street. 

“I see my guns but they're not all in the bag.” The head vato, Guillermo spoke first. 

“That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that.” Rick countered.

Both sides anticipate the pull of metal against their fingers. Someone spoke up from the back but Daryl was so weird on Guillermo he didnt make out what was said just that something was, staring into the crowd of antagonist’s he tried to pin the voice down to a face. 

“I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.” The head Vato replied and the room felt like it shrunk as the Vatos pressed them back. 

“No, I'm pretty clear. You have your man, I want mine.” Miguel was freed, stumbling into the men in front and being absorbed by the crowd. 

“Two hostages for the price of one? I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. And my boys will do worse to your girl. I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?” Daryl had to hold himself from throwing the gun and running at the asshole. 

Rick argued back but the situation grew more tense by the second, each man cocking their guns readying for the battle, that was until a small figure displaced the crowd in front. Breaking it apart and revealing themselves to be an elderly woman, calling out for someone to help. 

“Get that old lady out the line of fire now!” Daryl shouted, but she paid the situation no mind, not seeing the true threat before her. Tugging away at a man and crying for them to help someone they couldn't see. 

Guillermo shouted for them to leave but it was too late, with their weakness exposed they had no choice but to back down. The elderly woman, now realising the man in front’s attire started to shout in defence of her grandson, she thought the group came to arrest him. The situation quickly made Daryl feel grateful that his grandparents had never been any thought to him, looking after the old was the kind of burden he knew he couldn't handle with the dead walking. 

“Let em pass” That brought Daryl back to attention, pushing forward to find what he’d come all the way out here for. 

“Where's the woman?” He hadn't bothered waiting for an answer, heading off down the corridor towards Glenn's voice. 

“If your looking for your wife,  she's in the nurse's office.” A larger woman pointed towards a door in the opposite direction and he started for the handle, halfway turning it before he actually registered what she’d said.

“Wife?”  He questioned but the woman had already begun walking away back to the gathering at the end of the hall. 

He clicked open the door with a breath of relief, she lay down sleeping on the examination table and for the first time since she was gone Daryl felt he could shut his mind up, if only for a minute, as if looking at her might salvage this hellfire of a day. 

“Quinn, Quinn?” He shook her but she didn't stir, it took a hard shove before the woman woke up. Shifting in place and wincing in pain as she slowly opened her eyes to his face above hers. 

“Jesus Daryl.” She flinched back until he caught her arm bringing her up to a sitting position. 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

“Those damn asshats busted my back when they grabbed me.” She rolled her eyes as she spoke, looking away from him. 

“Lemme see.” He panicked as soon as he’d said it, pulling away almost immediately at the idea but unable to stop the words leaving his mouth. 

She shook her head, yes and took a sharp breath in. 

“There’s something I gotta tell you before you…you know.” 

“I was in an accident, there's a lot of scarring from when I was fused back together, I got a couple of grafts and shit too.” 

“Fused wha-” He was cut off when she raised her shirt, twisting around to catch his face. 

“Jesus Christ.” Was all he could manage, her back was a mass of scar tissues and mottled bruising. A perfect line snaking up her spine stood against the paintings on her skin as permanent evidence of the surgeries she’d had to save her life. 

“This is from an ‘accident’?” He questioned, although he was faintly aware she’d just said as much. 

She didn't reply, clumsily pulling down her shirt and letting out a heavy sigh. Rubbing her face, likely still sleepy. It wasn't unusual but something about the weight in her limbs set his mind in motion, his eyes watching her more carefully. 

“It’s not something I like talking about.” 

He turned away, wiping his damp palm’s on his jeans. He stood rigid on the spot, eyes darting between the wall and his feet trying to come up with something to say. But he was left at a blank, he had never seen anything like that on someone outside of himself, he could only think of his father and the crack of the belt flicking over him.

“We should go find the others, Daryl.” She broke through the image of his fathers torment, slowly walking to him until he took her arm to steady her, moving them both down the corridor towards their friends. 

Once all was said and done, the vatos were left with half the guns and ammo and Daryl hoped he never saw them again. He’d spend the minimal time inside hoping he would recognise the fucker that hit her, and the rest helping her hobble around trying to find a brace for her back. He’d been in a borderline rage helping her look for it in the vast building, but once they had it he was exhausted and ready to head back to the van and away from all these damn people. 

He could have died hearing glenn call out ahead of them. 

“Oh my god. Where the hell’s our van? We left it right there. Who would take it?” 

‘Merle” Rick countered, he looked at Quinn but she had no expression, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp.” 

They continued their trek forward, pushing on despite the missing van, it was starting to get dark by the time they found a car in decent enough condition to hot wire. They all passed the journey in anxious anticipation at the wrath Merle might have inflicted upon the camp. He felt too done at this point to feel any guilt over it, Merle's potential actions might be his to deal with but until they got back he could have a moment of peace. 

His focus returned to Quinns rhythmic breathing, deep in sleep her face covered partially by his jacket collar. He found he had the temptation to pull it down from her face to get a better look. He settled on counting her breaths instead, watching the car pass by the highway. 

“Is she alright?” T-Dog spoke from his space in the empty trunk behind them. 

“They roughed her pretty good.” Rick filled the momentary silence as Daryl thought of a reply.

She wasn't ok, not in the slightest. He had no idea what the fuck to do to help her, hell he didnt even know there was something wrong with her and he’d spent the better part of 3 months with her. If she told him there wouldn't have been a chance in hell that he’d have let her run after those guns, she put herself in so much danger. 

“She’ll be fine.” He really hoped she would be. 

When they arrived at a stop the air was cold and silent, penetrated almost immediately as the car door shut by a scream that ripped out across the quarry. A chorus joined them, wailing on as Daryl raced forward, Quinn momentarily forgotten in the back of the car. 

He knew the others were following behind him, their footsteps quickly falling among the shuffles of the dead as bullets rang out. In the smoke and dispersing crowd, it was hard to tell how many there really were, taking extra agonising seconds to clear out the walkers. Every direction he looked they stumbled around, most covered in fresh blood. He took them down as they came to him, eventually running out of ammo and resorting to using the butt of his rifle to smash them down. 

“AMY!” 

“Oh god”

“AMY!”

Andrea’s screams signified the end of the walkers' evasion on their small encampment, Daryl stood alongside the rest of the group. Watching in shocked and equally horrified silence. No one moved for a few seconds, standing stagnant in the sea of death around them not daring to disturb her. 

“I remember my dream now, Why I dug the holes.” Jim broke through the clearing, ending the silence and snapping Daryl back to attention. 

“I need to go get Quinn.” 

He didn't bother waiting for a reply but he equally didn't expect one from the shell shocked crowd. As he got further out, almost halfway down the road they had left the car as he heard another slow, shuffle of footsteps coming towards him in the dark. Grinding dirt under their feet and limping over to him he didn't think twice lifting up the end of his gun and stepping forward in quick succession. 

“JESUS CHRIST” It was Quinn, shuffling down the road, in the dark on her own ready to be chomped down on by any geek around. 

“Are you Dumb? Or just high again because I told you to stay in the Damn car.” He grabbed her arm, his heart beating faster than it ever had before. He took a good look at her, checking for any more injuries as she tried weakly to pull away. 

“Fuck you, I woke up alone. To screaming and gunshots. Where were you? What the hell is going on?” He was silent, staring at her shadowed face watching her expression closely.

“Walkers hit the camp, and you’d know that if you hadn't gone out there earlier and stormed up Atlanta like your G.I Joe.” 

“Is anyone hurt?” At this point she was leaning up to him, so close he held his breath. 

He pushed her shoulder down firmly, immediately regretted it as she cringed back, wincing in pain. 

“Aside from you, Yeah. Just wait till you get back to camp, no point crying over shit you can't do anything about right now.” He slid his hand down her arm, letting her lean on him as they started the slow walk back.

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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Kate cried as the skies opened up and rain tumbled down upon her. She threw the tire iron she’d been fighting the lug-nut with to the concrete, the loud clang of the metal echoed by a sudden clap of thunder. “Fuck my fuckin’ life, dude.”

She stood up and grasped the tire iron again, tossing it in her trunk and huffing as a black pickup truck appeared down the road and slowed as it approached. She just about shit herself when she saw who was rolling down the window. 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the man of all her wettest of dreams, beamed at her with a broad smile. It took her only a second longer to see Norman Reedus on the other side of him craning his neck to see her. 

“Fuck my fucking life.” She mumbled to herself as she walked up to the window, Jeffrey squinting to see her past the rain.

“Car trouble?” He asked, nodding his head towards her car.

She nodded her head in response, unable to adequately make any words come out besides, “Flat tire.”

He nodded again and gestured with his hand, “Get in, there’s a bar up the road, we can call Triple A.”

The passenger side door opened as she rounded the front of the truck, Norman stepping out into the downpour so she could climb into the warm cab. Once she was perched in the middle seat, Norman jumped back in and sandwiched her between them. 

“So what’s your name, darlin’?” Jeffrey drawled as he put the transmission into gear. 

“Kate,” She replied, her voice shaking from both the cold and her nerves, “I appreciate your help Mr. Morgan.”

Jeffrey let a wolfish grin slide across his face as he licked the front of this top teeth, “Please, call me Jeff. I guess you know who this chucklefuck is too, huh?”

Norman snorted a “Fuck you,” in Jeffrey’s direction, causing her to giggle and nod her head, “Yes, sir.”

“Take it your a fan?” Jeffrey rasped as his eyes flicked to her chest, smirking at the soaked shirt she was wearing. 

Kate quickly looked to where his eyes were and choked out a laugh, her face blushing as she crossed her arms to cover the lettering on her chest, “Something like that.”

“Sounds promising,” Norman rasped, his voice low and gritty and how she always had imagined it being in person. She turned her head to find him leaning against the door of the truck, elbow resting on the windowsill as his fingertips played with the wiry hairs on his chin. His eyes were small slits as he gazed at her lazily, but she could feel the heat coming from him as he observed her. 

Jeffrey chuckled as they finally pulled into the Bar and Grill, the rumble of his engine cutting off as he pulled out the key. They ran inside as fast as they could, Kate still trying to preserve what little dryness she had left. They found a spot at the bar, Kate sitting on the stool between the two men as the bartender approached.

“What’ll it be, fellas?” The tender asked casually, obviously used to seeing the men around the town where they worked and lived, “Whiskey?”

“Yeah,” The two of them replied back simultaneously, Jeffrey scrubbing his beard as he looked over to Kate, “You want anything, Sweetheart?”

“Uh, I’ll just have a Corona, thanks,” She answered, smiling at the bartender, who nodded his head. She pulled out her phone and opened her google search to find the local Triple A, bringign the phone to her ear to make the call as her beer was sat infront of her.

Ten minutes and a lot of pleading later, Kate slammed her phone on the bar top before chugging the rest of her beer, earning her raised eyebrows from the men on either side of her. 

“Bad news?” Norman grunted as he raised his own glass to his lips, a small teasing smile playing on his face. 

“Says the storm is too strong to get anything done right now, they’d have to come tomorrow. What kinda shit is that?” She complained with her arms crossed and brow furrowed, shaking her head, “I pay for that shit, ya know?”

Jeffrey chuckled a bit but nodded his head, his fingers finding his mouth as he stroked his beard and looked at Norman over the top of her head, a particular gleam in his eye that made Norman smirk. 

The bartender came around a couple more times as the three chatted, one of the other patrons buying them a round of shots that got everyone feeling a little bit on the toasty side. Jeffrey was balancing on the fine line of being able to drive still or not, so he deemed it a good time for them to take their leave, “There any place we can drop you off, doll?”

Kate shook her head, picking up her phone again as she stood up, “There any decent hotels near by I guess? I don’t live around here.”

“Not any that you’d be safe at, prolly,” Norman responded with a smirk, giving Jeffrey another look, “Why don’t you just come back home with us, and we’ll help you with your tire in the morning?”

Gulping at the prospect of what that mean, Kate looked between the two men and asked, “Isn’t that kinda dangerous? I could be some creepy serial killer or something.”

Both men barked out laughs as Jeff threw his arm over her shoulder, “Are you some creepy serial killer, kitten?”

“Well no,” She started as he began to lead her towards the front door, “Do you two always take strange women home?”

“Only when we find them stranded on the side of the road, babe.” Norman replied, holding the door open for them, “Jeff likes to be a savior, ya know.” 

The drive to the small area of homes where Jeff and Norman resided didn’t take very long, but was filled with high-strung tension that could be cut with a knife. Electricity was soaring through Kates bloodstream as she sat squished between the two actors, her mind screaming at her that it was all a dream. They pulled up to gated drive in and Jeffrey punched in some numbers to get the entrace to open, putting the Truck in park once they’d gotten into the garage. 

“Give me a minute and I’ll get you something dry to wear, doll,” Jeffrey drawled as he opened the door to the house, leading us into the kitchen where he placed his keys on the island, “Norm, you know where everything is, get our girl here something to drink.”

“On it,” Norman replied as he walked over to one of the cabinents and opened the door, “Do ya like whiskey, sweetheart?”

“Uh, sure,” She responded, looking around at the amazing house she was sure she was imagining standing in, only snapping back in reality when Norman handed her the short tumblr of amber liquid. 

“You okay?” He asked, noticing her nerves making the glass tremble as she brought it to her lips. She swallowed and winced at the burn, opening her mouth to answer as Jeff reappeared with a towel and a handful of clothes.

“Well, you’re in luck. My neice was here last weekend and accidentally left some clothes that look about your size,” Jeffrey said as he handed her the pile after she sat her glass down. 

She stood there for a moment, looking around sheepishly before asking, “Uh, bathroom?”

“Oh! Of course, doll,” Jeffrey chuckled, stepping to the side so he could show her the way, “Down the hallway and to your left.”

She changed quickly, delighted to find that the shorts and shirt Jeffrey had lent her not only fit her correctly but that the shorts were short enough to show off the exquisite curve of her ass. She towel dried her hair and wiped the smudged eyeliner off her face the best she could, pumping herself up in the mirror as she looked at herself.

‘Just go out there and live every fangirls fantasy, woman. Do it for the fandom.’

She exhaled deeply to calm her nerves before opening the door and finding her way back into the kitchen, where Jeff and Norman stood at the counter speaking in hushed tones. She cleared her throat to get their attention, both men’s eyes jumping directly to her. 

“Damn, and I thought she looked good wet, Bubbah,” Jeffrey joked as he examined her, his eyes burning through her bloodstream as he stepped forward. Norman was leaned against the counter, holding his glass to his lips as his narrowed gaze ate her up again. 

She giggled nervously in reply, picking her drink back up and finishing it to give herself more courage. Jeffrey was the first to approach her, his tall frame towering over her and blocking her view of the other actor. His hands went to her hips and he bit his lip, his hooded eyes trapping her in a lustful stare, “Why don’t we go to the living room and get a little bit more...comfortable.”

Both men were sure to let her know where their intentions lay as two sets of hands encased her once they’d plopped down on the large, over-stuffed leather sofa in the living room. She gasped as Norman’s teeth attached themselves to her shoulder from where he pressed his chest up against her back, Jeffrey wasting no time in pulling the tiny shorts she’d just put on off her thighs. Norman worked her shirt off of her as her head spun with anticipation, her hands fumbling with things like Jeff’s belt buckle and Norman’s leather vest. 

“Holy fucking shit,” She panted as Jeff spun her around against his chest so she coudl watch Norman taking off his shirt, his wide, muscular shoulders rippling with the movement. His eyes were filled with a predatory darkness that made the woman’s breath get caught in her throat as he grasped her wrist and yanked her to him, their lips meeting in a kiss that he dominated mercilessly. 

After a rustle of more clothing being removed, Jeffrey’s large palms smoothed across her rib cage to her breasts, groping the heavy mounds as he pressed his thick cock in between her ass cheeks. Her fingertips popped open the button on Norman’s last article of clothing, his jeans, and he shrugged them off his hips quickly, smirking at the gasp that left her mouth at the sight of his swollen dick in his hand. 

“One or both, doll?” Jeffrey rasped into her neck as he licked the flesh, goosebumps pimpling her skin at the gritty tone of his voice. Her eyes closed as dizziness swirled in her brain again, her breathing already labored as she writhed between the two men.

“Both,” She gasped as Norman’s teeth sunk into the opposite side of her neck, his hands going to her hips as both men rutted into her from either side. 

“Greedy girl,” Jeffrey grinned as Norman laid back on the couch, pulling her on top of him to straddle his thighs. He gripped his rock-hard cock again and slid it through her sopping folds as she hovered over him, her hands planted on his firm chest as Jeffrey’s spit-slicked fingers began working her other hole. 

“Jesusfuckingchrist,” She bit out as she sunk down on him at the same time Jeffrey slid a second finger deep inside her, scizzoring them apart to stretch her faster. Both men groaned at the feeling of her quivering between them, her walls stretching and fluttering against Norman’s thick cock. 

After a couple of adjustment pumps from the two of them, and a third finger added by Jeff, she was already wound so tight she was just waiting to explode. Norman bit his lip as he watched her rise and fall onto him, the friction from her tight, soaked pussy making him absolutely ravenous. 

Jeffrey dissapeared momentarily in the direction of the bathroom, Norman taking full advantage of his absence to grind his hips into hers as deeply as he could, earning him a loud, keening wail from Kate as he hit the spot he’d been aiming for. 

“Fuck, Bubbah, don’t let her finish before I’ve even started,” Jeffrey chided upon his return, joining them back on the couch as he dripped lube onto her ass from the bottle in his hand, “You ready for the fun part, babydoll?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” She panted as Norman continued to thrust slowly into her, smirk playing on his face as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head at the feeling of the head of Jeffrey’s cock teasing her puckered hole. He slid into her slowly, giving her time to adjust as inch by inch of his cock joined Norman’s inside her, the feeling of being completly and utterly full ripping a sudden orgasm out of her that clenched both men in their place. 

“Holy shit,” Jeffrey rasped as he stilled, his hips flush with her ass as he filled her completely, his head thrown back as he tried to control himself from pummeling her immediately. 

She buried her face in Norman’s neck, her hands gripping his biceps and fingers digging into his skin as the painful pleasure still coursed its way through her veins. Jeffrey ran his own hands down the beautiful space that was her back as she came down, sharing a confident smirk with Norman as they waited for her to be ready to continue. 

She gave him the greenlight when she began to move her hips again, the motion clumsy at first as the three of them found the right rythm. Norman’s fingernails bit into her thighs harshly and he ground his teeth and growled, the muscles of his jaw straining as he fucked up into her. 

Jeffrey’s huge hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her up towards him. His other hand grasped at her breast again, kneading and flicking her nipples as he hummed lowly in her ear. 

“Play with her pussy, Norm,” Jeffrey instucted as he kissed her mouth hungrily, his eyes boring into hers as pulled away to rasp,  “Cum for Daddy, sweetheart.” 

The scratch of his whiskers against her face and the words from his mouth accompanying the pinch of her nipple and the feeling of Norman following Jeffrey’s order as he groped her other tit pushed her over the edge again. She came with a feral scream that was quickly muffled by Jeff’s hand, her body seizing and tightening as both men picked up their pace.

“That’s it, girl, take it.” Norman snarled, the almost painful tightness both men were dragging their dicks through pulling animalistic roars from them as they brutally thrust into her limp and pliable body. 

“Oh my god,” She moaned softly as her head rest against Jeffrey’s shoulder as he rubbed his face against her throat, peppering her with kisses. 

She felt Jeffrey swell inside her as he growled again, his hips beginning to stutter, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”

“Pill?” Norman asked, his voice gruff and gritty again, making Kates eyes roll to the back of her head as he twisted at her nipple again. 

She nodded her response just as Jeffrey plunged into her one last time, as deep as he could go, filling her ass with his hot release. He grunted in time with Norman’s thrusts as he stayed buried inside her, his teeth sinking into her already bruised shoulder. 

“Gonna come again, huh?” Norman goaded as he felt her walls clench again while he continued to impale her. All Kate could reply with was another mewl as pinpricks of pleasure scorched her.

“Fuck yeah, bitch, take it,” He hissed as he rose up, supporting himself with one hand planted in the cushion, the other winding her hair around his wrist and clutching her throat in his palm, cutting off her ability to breathe. 

“Fuck, Norman,” Jeffrey grunted as she was forced further onto his still solid dick with every brutal thrust. His long arms wrapped around her and clutched onto Norman’s broad shoulders as he forced her down in time with Norman’s pumps, both men growling in unison as they fucked her. 

“Holy shit,” Norman finally roared as he plunged into her a final time, spilling his thick seed within her as he ground his hips and released her throat. Kate gasped for breath as her body snapped again. 

“Fuck,” Jeffrey snarled as he came again as well, his nails scratching down Norman’s arms as she wailed through yet another orgasm. 

Jeffrey slipped out of her and fell back on his haunches, wiping his brow as they all calmed down, Kate falling safely back into Normans chest as he laid back on the couch, a satisfied smirk adorning his adorable face as he stroked her hair.

“Well, there you go, babydoll.” Jeffrey grunted with a sigh as he stood up from his spot on the concrete and wiped his hands, “Good as new.”

“Thanks, guys,” Kate replied, small smile on her face as she blushed, “I really appriciate it.”

“I bet you do,” Norman teased with a wink as he put the tools back into her trunk, slamming it closed. 

“Shut up.” She huffed as he threw his arm around her shoulders to kiss her temple, her face growing even hotter, “You know what I mean.”

“If you happen to get another flat tire next time you come through, give us a call,” Jeffrey grinned as he held out a peice of paper between his index and middle fingers.

She bit her lip as she took it from him, stepping out of Norman’s arm and up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “You know I will, you guys are way better than Triple A.”

[dawnie1988]

' that mellow citrus and bergamot scent '

Yummy!

' the breadth of your shoulders blocked out the light so there was only sound and taste and the electric feel between. '

Poetry, I say! This is pure poetry!

' You’re such a good girl. '

Not mad. At all. Just........damn.

' and I’ve seen you shake a time or two – is that your guard coming down? '

This! This! This! What an insanely, beautifully intimate way of portraying that fear of baring yourself to someone, despite how close you may be or how much you may have already shared with one another.

I love how, Idk, ethereal, I wanna say? this all is. It gives this very hazy, dreamy feel. Like we're just bouncing back and forth between them, floating from memory to memory from each of them and it really does feel like they and their memories and their feelings have just morphed into one singular experiance. And the way it's written itself, the two of you work seamlessly together on this and you wouldn't guess there were two hands in this pot. But, at the same time, there is a great give and take vibe, like two lovers whispering to each other in the night. So incredibly done ❤

@glassjacket

Wolf Like Me

Summary: Need, longing, missing you when you’re gone.

Characters: Norman Reedus x unnamed OFC

Warnings: Rough Sex, Breathplay, Daddy Kink, Light Dom/sub, Established Relationship, questionably obsessive behavior

Word Count: 2369

Author Notes: co-written with @glassjacket “Wolf Like Me” by TV on the Radio on heavy rotation.

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[wilhelmjfink]

Quick update

Sup everyone. I’m still here. About a month ago one of my horses freaked out and broke two of my fingers. So, you know, I couldn’t type or write. And then as they started to heal, ya girl got a little hype at a gig, and maybe beat the shit out of somebody, possibly re-ruining those two fingers and possibly her thumb. So, apologies, but I’m out of commission for at least another 2-3 weeks. If you sent me requests or are as patient as @ding-dong-big-schlong waiting for hers, I appreciate you. And I’ll be back soon. Hopefully. :-)

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: After Negan kills Katherine's husband, four years later he comes across her in Alexandria with her son. With remorse and guilt Negan attempts to make it up to Katherine.]

[Inspired by Twd episode.]

Negan and Katherine.

It had been four years now that you had left Alexandria. Four years since you had seen your friends, since you had your son and since your husband was brutally killed. Making your way back to Alexandria was something you had not planned to do especially knowing that Negan was still there. Even with him locked up in a prison cell you couldnt take being anywhere near him and so you left. Now there was no choice for you but to come back, you no longer had a safe place for your son and you were willing to do anything you had to do to keep him safe.

Walking towards Alexandria with your son holding your hand beside you, you took a deep breath knowing you would soon see Negan. However, you were not expecting to come across him at the entrance, by himself, walking freely. As a truck drove off you suddenly found yourself a few feet away from Negan himself. His presence making you stop in your tracks, your blood began to boil. Negan looked like he had seen a ghost, he could see the fury in your eyes.

"Katherine.." his voice making the hair on your skin rise from the overwhelming feel of anger.

"I didnt escape, if that's what you think."

You couldnt bring yourself to speak, if he didnt escape, what the hell was he doing out here freely? Who the hell let him out? His eyes suddenly falling to your son beside you, a look of guilt taking over his expression. Nausea settling in the pit of your stomach before you pulled your son, Jasper closer to you.

"Mommy, who's that?" Jaspers voice making you finally let out a breath that you felt you had been unknowingly holding for the last minute. Shaking you quickly picked up your son and held him close as you

walked past Negan.

"Come on baby, let's get inside." Negan watched as you quickly rushed past him, his eyes never leaving you as you entered Alexandria.

"Shit.." Negan knew he was in for a rude awakening.

Angrily you walked inside rushing to find your friends. Daryl and Carol instantly looked at each other nervously knowing what they would have to now deal with.

"Hey little man," Daryl muttered with a smile to Jasper as you put him down beside you.

"Who let him out?" Wasting no time to get to the point you crossed your arms before them expecting an explanation. It had been four years since Daryl last saw your son but the moment was over taken with emotions with the sight of Negan.

"I had to do it," Carol whispered as you stared at her with a straight face.

"It was you?" Your voice was cold before realizing your son was looking up at you confused.

"I'll take him," Daryl picked him up and quietly left the room with him.

"How could you let that monster out?"

"Katherine, I did what I had to do. Alpha had to die, Negan was our only chance."

Looking away you pressed your lips together in disapproval, but what could you say?

"How long has he been free?"

"For the past year and hes been no trouble," Carol responded. She felt guilty knowing the pain this man caused you but truly felt in her gut it was her best option at the time. Quietly you nodded and crossed your arms before you.

"I understand," you whispered knowing you now had no choice but to deal with the presence of this man.

Daryl was in the kitchen sitting at the table with Jasper, you smiled watching him cut up apple slices for your son. Daryl looked up at the sound of you entering the room and smiled shyly.

"Smart kid," he muttered before eating a slice of the apple.

"Like his dad," you sat down across from Daryl looking over at your son.

"Listen, he ain't-"

"You guys did what you had to do." You interrupted him calmly.

"Alpha is gone. Alexandria is safe, that's all that matters. I just dont want him to be anywhere near my son and I."

Daryl nodded completely understanding how you felt.

"Yall could stay on my side if that'll make ya feel more comfortable," he suggested. You nodded in response feeling a sense of relief. It had been too long since you had seen your friends, it was bittersweet. Thinking of your husband Mathew you smiled looking at Jasper, there was so much resemblance between the two.

"Why dont I show you around, got some new folks that you should know."

"Sure," you stood up taking your sons hand and stepped outside with Daryl only to run into Negan outside talking to Carol. Negan looked at you for a moment before you took your son and quickly walked off.

"Just keep ya distance from em," Daryl muttered low to Negan who simply nodded with a straight face.

"How she doin?" Negan couldnt help himself but to ask. A lot had changed since you last saw him, his way of thinking, the way he acted with others, the kind of man he was. Negan had very much regret with many things in his life but one of his biggest things was killing your husband. Killing your husband and not knowing you were expecting a child made him feel like complete shit when he learned of it. He could only imagine how tough it had been for you.

"She'll be alright," Daryl whispered before following in your direction and introducing you to the others.

It had now been a couple of weeks living in Alexandria. Never did you let Jasper stay far from you, you didnt trust anyone let alone with Negan being around. Sitting in the garden you made, you had your son sit beside you playing with toys while you began to plant.

"Hey Miss Katherine, can Jasper play freeze tag with us?" A young girl just a few years older than Jasper had asked you with an innocent look. You looked over at your son and smiled with an nod.

"Just stay where I can see you, okay?"

"Ok mommy" Jasper ran off with Chloe and began to play. Negan was on his side organizing boxes of snacks for the town. He continued to work as time went on until he suddenly looked up and found Jasper standing a few feet away from him. He stared at Negan curiously making him swallow uncomfortably.

"Hey kid." Negan muttered low as the boy looked up at him.

"Jasper!" Negan suddenly looked up to find you running towards him and pulling your son back.

"What the hell are you doing?" You yelled at him making him lift his hands up innocently and take a step back.

"Jasper, didnt I tell you to stay where I could see you?" You crouched down to your son who looked at you quietly.

"I wanted a snack, mommy."

"I'll get you one in the house, Jasper."

"I want that one," he pointed at the box next to him. Negan hesitantly took a snack out of the box not being sure how youd react, and reached out giving you a bag of fruit. Roughly you grabbed the bag out of his hand and stood up as Negan sighed.

"Its just a bag of fruit-"

"Stay away from him!" You yelled as your son looked up at you in confusion.

"You think I'm gonna hurt the damn kid?" Negan took a step closer making you back away pulling your son tightly to you.

"Kat!" Daryl ran to you getting inbetween the both of you.

"Come on let's just get inside," Daryl led you away from Negan. You couldnt take your eyes off him as you walked away, you couldnt help the anxious fury he suddenly would make you feel. Negan knew you had every reason to feel the way you felt, he couldn't imagine how hard it was for you having to see him near you but Negan wanted you to know he felt remorse.

"I was just trying to give the damn kid what he wanted," Negan muttered to Carol as he watched you walked off.

"Its best you keep your distance-"

"She thinks I'm gonna fucking hurt her kid." Negan turned to Carol with furrowed brows.

"I've done a lot of stupid shit but hurt a kid or his mother, I dont fucking think so."

"Negan, you killed her husband."

"I fucking know what I did-" he snapped at Carol before storming off.

Daryl led you to where you slept and tried convincing you Negan wouldnt harm your child but you couldnt trust him. Your anger towards him was still fresh. You hadn't truly got to see Negan the way the others had and truth be told you didnt care to. The next few days you stayed as far as you could from Negan. Here and there he would look at you wishing you'd hear what he had to say. He saw how protective you were of your son, you looked alot tougher from when he last saw you.

That late evening Daryl had gone on a run. Alexandria was quiet and everyone was inside. Taking a nap in bed you held your son close falling into a deep sleep, such a deep sleep you didnt feel him get up from bed. About an hour later you began to move around and slowly realized you didnt feel your son beside you. Your eyes flung open, practically jumping out of the bed.

"Jasper?" You screamed out going around the house, every closet, every room, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Jasper! Jasper! Where are you?!" You screamed running out of the house. Something you feared for so long was happening in this moment.

"Jasper!" You screamed again when Negan began to hear your screams from inside. Carol ran and found you frantically running, searching for your son.

"Katherine, relax-where did you last see him?" Carol grabbed you as you panted and Negan showed up behind you.

"He was sleeping-he was asleep. I-I just woke up and he was gone. It's late, where the hell could he have gone?" You looked around you anxiously when Chloe suddenly came running from the entrance.

"Guys! Its Jasper-"

"Oh God, what?"

"We went out to play hunt together and um his foot got trapped under a rock- I'm sorry miss Katherine-"

"Where is he Chloe?" You asked in a shakey voice.

"Hes by the river." She answered with big worried brown eyes.

"The river?"

"I know where he is," Negan spoke making you look over at him.

"I'm going alone."

"Its dark out there, and you dont even know where the hell to go" Negan insisted.

"I'll manage," you responded stubbornly.

"Katherine...he has a point. Its dark and Negan does know the area. He won't hurt you or your boy." Carol whispered assuring you Negan could be trusted with this making you give in.

"Let's go," you walked off before Negan as he followed. It was dark in the woods as the two of you quietly made your way to the river. Negan couldnt imagine the fear you felt in that moment. Tears silently falling down your face, he really felt bad for you. He knew you had been through enough.

"Hes gonna be alright," Negan attempted to comfort you as you walked beside him.

"Do me a favor and dont talk to me, dont-" you stepped on a rock and lost your balance making you gasp. Negan caught you by your arm not letting you hit the floor, not letting you go till you were balanced on your feet.

"I'm fine," you pulled your arm back as you continued to walk. You could hear the water from where you were, you could tell you were close and began to move faster.

"Careful, sweetheart theres some steep hills in this area."

"Jasper?" You called out before quickly spotting his jacket beside him.

"Mommy!"

"Oh my god, Jasper-" you ran to him and dropped to your knees observing how his foot was stuck underneath the rock. Right away you noticed your son was on the edge of a very steep and dangerous hill. Negan took it upon himself to carefully get around you and lifted up the heavy rock off your sons foot.

"You okay, baby? Can you stand up?" Jasper struggled to stand as you held onto him when he suddenly slipped and was just about to fall deep into the hill.

"Jasper!" You screamed as he slipped through your fingers. Negan moved quickly and caught your son by his wrist.

"Got cha," Negan groaned as he slowly pulled him back up to you. Jasper got back on his feet, you quickly pulled him away from the edge.

"Are you okay?" You whispered looking at him worriedly, checking his body for any scrapes or bumps.

"I'm ok," you sighed as you grabbed his face gently.

"Baby I told you, you cant be doing these things. You're scaring mommy, I dont know what I'd do if anything happened to you." Your voice cracked as Negan stood behind you.

"I'm sorry.." your son looked at you with guilty puppy dog eyes.

"You gotta stay with your mom, kid. Shes just trying to protect you." Negan suddenly spoke crouching down beside you to talk to your son. You didnt look his way, you didnt say a word to him, you didnt know how to react.

"Come on, let's get home." You whispered before you stood up and carried your son through the woods. Negan was alert with your surroundings, hell he made sure to stand close behind you just incase you missed a step. You werent sure how to feel after what had just happened. What were you suppsoe to do, lie to yourself? Negan had been helpful to find your son safely, Negan saved him. Once the two of you got on steady ground you felt Jasper fall asleep on you. Negan looked around on the road to make sure there was no one near. Pressing your lips together, you rubbed your sons back thinking of the horrible scare you just went through. Thinking of what could've happened if Negan wasnt with you. If Negan didnt grab him...

"Thank you," you whispered making Negan look over at you in surprise. Still with all his guilt he didnt think he deserved a thank you from you.

"The least I could do," Negan responded in a rugged voice before the two of you reached Alexandria.

"The hell happened?" Daryl rushed towards you having just returned from a run and hearing you had left with Negan.

"Negan saved Jasper," you responded softly leaving him shocked.

"I'm going to lay him down." The two men watched as you quietly walked inside before looking back at each other.

"I still need to have a talk with her." Negan admitted making Daryl nod.

"Go ahead, ima put the supplies away." Daryl walked off as Negan hesitantly made his way inside the house.

Negan stepped into the house with you quietly closing the bedroom door behind you, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sight of Negan.

"I....Negan-"

"I just need you to listen to what I have to say. Please." His eyes were filled with desperation, a look you never thought you would see on him.

"I know what I did and I know nothing can fucking change it, not an apology, not my word but I need you to know-" your eyes welled up as he spoke, quickly he looked away not being able to take the heartbroken look you had. Clearing his throat he turned back to you and took a step closer.

"If I could take back what I did...I fucking would. I ask to be taken every God damn day for what I did to you...to you and your son." He stared directly into your soul as his eyes teared up. The look of despair magnified as he spoke.

"I cant imagine the pain I caused you, Katherine and I know you'll never fucking forgive me but please know...I'm not that man anymore. I dont even know who that was, "he whispered roughly.

"I think about that night...how sick you looked, how you just needed help, you were fucking pregnant and I just....I fucked up." A tear dropped from your eyes making you quickly look away. Negans voice broke as he spoke.

"I know you wont be able to forgive me but I just needed you to hear this. You dont have to talk to me, you dont even have to look at me. But know from this day forward I will keep both you and your son protected with every fucking thing in me. You have my word. " Negan rubbed his hand over his face and left the house leaving you alone with your conflicted feelings and your conflicted thoughts. Of course, you werent ready to fully face this man and deal with him but him saving your son put certain things in a different perspective. Negan pouring his feelings out to you in such a raw form made you think. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but eventually you can be more accepting of Negan being in your life.

[fandomsaremykryponite]

This May As Well Happen - Chapter 12 - AutoCon23 - Boondock Saints (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

CHAPTER 12!!!!

Thankfully, this chapter is back to being a little more lighthearted than the previous two.

This story is actually almost finished!!! After the current chapter I'm working on, then there will only be one or two more chapters before we FINALLY get to move onto Boondock Saints!! Which is also almost finished. Got a few more chapters to finish as well, but it's mostly done.

If you would like to be added into the tags so you can get to read it before AO3 sends out its notif emails, hmu!!!

I hope you all continue to enjoy my fic as I am writing it!!!!

Love you all and be safe!!

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@phoenixblack89

[breezeinmonochromenight]

I was challenged to rewrite this prompt into something a little more serious/fleshed out with a few inputs from a friend:

Note 1: Why am I still here? Just to [make myself] suffer?

Note 2: This was supposed to go up the day before yesterday, but every time I get Metal Gear asks I just [vibrates uncontrollably and writes an essay]. So, sorry ‘bout that to the anon asking.

Note 3: Higgs is unapologetically on his full creep shit in this. So. Consider that fair warning.

—

Of course she’d get caught wandering through Homo Demens’ territory on her way to deliver a fucking pizza. That alone was bad enough luck for a lifetime. But, in an even more unfortunate turn of events, of course one of those terrorists just had to be the same guy that just couldn’t leave her alone on these god-forsaken deliveries to the middle of nowhere. 

The Man in the Gold Mask that she’d had multiple run ins with wasn’t just ‘one of them’, either. Oh, no. She could never be that lucky. Of course he just had to be the leader of the fucking pack, to boot. The entire situation would have made her laugh hysterically, the cosmic irony of it all proving too much for her already fraying sanity, had the business end of a rifle not currently been digging into her temple with the slightest shift in movement. 

Unsurprisingly, the ter — she couldn’t bring herself to even think the word, because thinking it confirmed that she’d been fraternizing with a monster — Higgs liked to bloviate in front of his lackeys just as much as he did around her. She could only count the seconds passing by; could practically feel her delivery getting colder through its packaging. She hadn’t been paid for this delivery, and yet,  she could feel it being snatched from her hands with each lost moment. Her thoughts inadvertently had her jaw clenching, brows furrowing into a glare at no one in particular. The anger at her current situation and grief over the unfortunate nature of Higgs’ real identity caused a roiling her gut so intense, so immediate and all-consuming, that she found herself half tempted to nudge her guard and see if she couldn’t take an early exit out of the situation.

No pay meant no resources, and no resources meant, well... she refused to be in a ‘no resources’ situation ever again.

She wasn’t the same dirty, starving little lost girl any more. Wouldn’t be. Couldn’t be.

(And though she’d never admit it, she’d grown accustomed to his sudden appearances and self-insertion into her life. He was a random variable that interrupted the stagnancy of her days.)

(He was almost delicate with her when the rest of the world had not been.)

(He was a... friend, reluctant as she was to admit it, and now that had been taken away.)

(She was so tired of things always being taken away from her.)

—

“...Darlin’, I don’t much care for the look you’re giving me or my... associates.” Higgs’ drawl was lazy, almost bored in tone as he came to a stop in front of her.

Hearing that pet name finally interrupted her brooding.

She blinked, fully snapping back to reality when she felt sting of the the rifle muzzle pointed at her digging its way into her temple a little more. Wincing at the resulting thin line of blood trickling down the side of her face from the new cut and the gravel digging into her knees, she flicked her eyes up to meet his expectant gaze as lowered himself to a crouch, their eye contact never breaking.

Well, shit. This was bad.

Had Higgs been speaking to her directly?

Whoops.

“Whatever.”* It was entirely dismissive in tone, but she was spiraling quickly, and couldn’t bring herself to care. If this was how she was going to die, she might as well show some backbone and die with a little dignity. Go ahead and get it over with. “Maybe I really don’t like assholes like you holding me up.” 

Was it a stupid thing to say in her position? Absolutely. But what else was there to do? Apologize for wallowing in her own misery and zoning out? Beg for her life? 

Yeah, no.

Fuck that.

Her life really wasn’t worth much, anyway.

—

Higgs sneered through his masks at her, hidden face beginning to lose its composure at a rapid rate. It was taking everything in his power to maintain his even facade toward her before removing the physical masks he hid himself behind, especially when he’d noticed in the porter’s eyes that she’d drifted off to a place very far from her current reality. 

It felt like a dismissal. Made him feel powerless, like he had for so many nights with his da— when he was a child. And that had infuriated him, especially coming from the one person he couldn’t take his mind off of; that he kept finding his way back to.

Why this reckless little porter got under his skin so easily, he didn’t quite know.

But she did, whether she meant to or not. And the hold she had on him was powerful — so much so, that he could often physically feel her emotions as she was experiencing them. Rarely were they positive, but they served as an easy guide back to her, wherever she may be.

That was why, not long ago, when an incredibly pleasant, persistent tingle down his spine had nearly doubled him over with arousal, this so-called ‘connection’ of theirs had gotten infinitely more irritating to him.

Investigation led him to her private room at Mountain Knot City and, more importantly, to the sight of her being far less mouthy than she’d ever been with him toward some fucking no-name porter... One that she was currently riding late into the night, so desperate in chasing her release that she didn’t notice — or perhaps, worse, didn’t care — that he’d decided to pay her a visit.

Heh. Higgs supposed, in retrospect, that he shouldn’t go there. It was rude to speak ill of the dead, after all. That, and the poor fuck’s corpse had effectively wiped out Bridges Corpse Disposal. So, realistically, he shouldn’t be too angry.

(Except he was. He was still absolutely fucking seething.)

(If only she hadn’t looked so goddamned enticing with her skin glistening from a thin sheen of sweat in the low lights; hair partially shielding her face and biting her lip to hold back the noises of pleasure-pain and her pleas to a god he was sure she didn’t believe in.)

(If only the way she looked with her toes curled and back arched skyward hadn’t effectively rooted him to the spot, unable to look away from the sight of her strong thighs trembling and parting just enough that he could see a tiny, heart-shaped birthmark sitting high on the inside of one of them.) 

(If only the thought of claiming that little heart with his teeth before he buried his face in-between her thighs hadn’t left him so painfully, achingly hard that he’d had to bite down on a gloved knuckle to keep from howling as he spilled into his hand later that night. An ultimately useless act, given the perfect visual he now had of how she’d look riding his cock, controlling the pace of her hips until he was finally ready to let her tip over the edge — an image that had him rutting into his hand again in record time.)

(If only, if only, if only. If not for so many if only’s, he’d have killed her ‘acquaintance’ in the act that night.)

Logically, he should have killed her, used her body for a voidout long before now. Forgotten her name and everything about her. She knew his face now, after all, and the last thing he needed were witnesses.

But he couldn’t. There was something about her he couldn’t let go of. Something that made him want to completely devour her, mind, body, and soul. Something about her defiance toward everyone and everything despite being dealt a shit hand that made him see a bit of himself in her.

Still, even though he had no intentions of killing her, he couldn’t let mouthing off go completely in front of his men.

“A word of advice, darlin’?” Higgs gripped her chin hard as he spoke, forcing her to look him in the eye as he ran a gloved thumb over her full bottom lip.

She refused to say anything or to shy away as Higgs tugged his masks off with his free hand, dark eyes catching his blue ones and staring him down fiercely. He kept their little contest going for an extended moment, amused, before leaning in close to her ear, positively delighted at the small shiver he sent through her body.

“Trigger fingers can slip. So might want to work on on keeping that mouth of yours shut, quickly,” Higgs growled out, casual drawl giving way to something much darker, before jerking her head away from him. He was pleased at the further surprised widening of her eyes in response. Flicking his tongue out, he dragged it down a in wide stripe on her cheek, the coppery tang of her blood welcome on his tongue. “...because I’d just hate to see this gentleman put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours.”

He lingered for a few seconds longer, too close to her graceful neck and that remarkably smooth looking skin of hers. She smelled good, sweet, even— faintly of soap and something else he couldn’t identify.

Funny, given her sour personality. 

Still, despite his efforts at unnerving the porter, nothing even close to fear was registering on her face — only a look of shock and revulsion, maybe even annoyance with him. “What the f— Look, man, I’m not interested in your business. I just wanted to pass through to deliver a fucking pizza. But I’ll shoot myself it’ll make you just stop. fucking. talking.”

He barked out a genuine, surprised laugh at the unexpected, honest response. He certainly could do that, but given the look in her eyes and the way jaw was set, he knew it wasn’t an act — she’d actually do it.

And that’d be no fun for either of them. She was even more feisty than he’d originally thought. Confusing. Interesting.

And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to see more.

“Bring her back to my tent and let her get cleaned up, but don’t let her leave,” he ordered her guard her guard before turning his attention back to her. “The pizza girl here and yours truly are going to have a nice n’ friendly little chat about everything that’s happened here today.” He smirked at her near-instant change of expression from completely stone-faced to puffing out lightly freckled cheeks in anger, ready to hurl expletives at him.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was definitely a keeper.

(He was internally mourning the loss of a perfectly good pizza the whole time, of course, but its delivery girl was just too appetizing in her own right not to entertain for a little while.)

(He’d just have to make another order and make it more than worth her while to deliver it. An offer she couldn’t refuse, if he recalled the quote from the old pre-Stranding movie correctly.)

(Cold pizza was for the dogs, after all.)

[thesoggyraincloud]

Catching Her Masterlist

// Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Instead of the comforts of a viable society, she had two emotionally stunted rednecks.

Warnings- Show accurate violence and swearing

Hello Beautiful people, I’ve finished chapter 7&8 Finally! whoop whoop! It will probably take me while to get to 9-10 aka episode 5, only 2 more left till the end of season One! (1/08/2024)

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Chapters 1-6) Pre Season one

Chapter 0-Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter sneak peak

Chapter 5

Chapters 7-12) season one

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 8

“We look like a danm ‘Baby and Me’ group” I joked, sitting across from Carl in the kitchen. Both of us had put our kids on the floor with pillows around them, making it a sort of make-shift baby fort. I poured us both some water before grinning like a mad woman with my chin resting in my hands.

“Who is she?” I sang, knowing I was irritating him. He plonked his big cowboy hat onto the table “If you’re gonna be annoying I can ask someone else” Carl looked as if he was trying to be an adult, and I looked as if I was trying to be a kid, bit of an odd pair.

“Who are you gonna talk to? Eugene? Morgan?” I was poking the bear, suddenly I pretended to be horrified, sitting back in the seat. “Oh no” He looked puzzled “Oh sweet Jesus no” I exclaimed. “You” I jolted forward pointing an accusatory finger at him “You were gonna talk to Abraham weren’t you?”

He looked at me blankly, arms crossed “Nina” I sat back, my outburst over. “I’m just saying he’s shit with the ladies” I missed goofing around with people, Carl reminded me of Beau, the baby’s daddy; Serious, a bit shy but as sweet as sugar on the inside. “Seriously who is she” I said again, a bit more serious. “Or at least what kind of person she is”

He talked, talked a good bit, and even though it obviously was Enid he still wouldn’t confess. I’ve seen her walking around, she was pretty, also the only girl his age. “Well, what does she like?” I was spinning my web was master match making, I missed this. “Find something your both into, make it a thing. Know anything she likes?” He shrugged, oh Jesus save me,teenaged boys

“Okay, what do you like about her?”  Carl paused “Shes smart, and pretty” okay… not much to go on “Have you expressed any interest?” He was rubbing his knees and his face was getting redder by the minute. “Okay well complement her, for a start. Or maybe start off my showering, that’s always a good place to start. Then find something you’re both interested in and go from there”

Carls face lit up like he had an idea “I know what to do” I could barely blink before he had swept up his hate and Judith and nearly ran out the door. Letting out a sigh I sat back

“Okay then”

I needed to get ready anyways, I was going on a run with Spencer Daryl and

 **

“Seriously stop thanking us, we can use the practice” Glenn scolded taking the bag of formula as Maggie bounced the baby on her lap while I shrugged the kami jacked I found in storage over my shoulders. I smiled, grateful to the couple that they consider babysitting “practice” for their oncoming child, still, I needed to go on this run, wanting to find a gift for the two to them as a congratulations present, and a few other things.

Glenn set the bag down on the counter “So feed every two hours, if he cries we check the diaper, feed, and bounce”

I rolled my eyes, he had a look on his face like he was saying this more for me then him. I crossed my arms, knowing what he was doing “Yes, okay you got it” I admitted, throwing my hands up in defeat. He leaned agents the island “He’ll be fine, stop stressing” I looked down and back up at him, I know he will be; especially with Glenn and Maggie. Taking a deep breath I decide to ask them.

I twitched my nose. “Hey Mag, could you come over here?” Her head darted in my direction, before standing, keeping the baby close to her chest. I shuffled my feet, brushing my hair out of my face “So you know how he’s being baptized in a few days?” They looked calm, Sweet Jesus I hope they say yes. “W-W-Well” Oh no, I started stuttering again, I could never shake that habit off “I was wondering” Fuck sake, deep breath “Wouldyouliketobehisgodparents?”

They stared at me blankly, “What” Maggie asked, before a wash of understanding washes over her face, and her shoulders relax. “Just in case anything happens to me, I want to know he’ll be well looked after" I explained desperately, my hand moving way too much for it to look natural.

Glenn glanced at Maggie, who smiled back “Of course we will” Glenn said, reaching out and touching my Bicep. A wave of relief washed over me, relaxing my muscles. “Thank you” I said, genuinely grateful. “When is the christening?” Maggie asked, starting to bounce the Baby I have yet to name in her arms. The other name threw me off and I tried to remember

“In a few days, Gabriel said he needed to refresh his memory of Catholic baptisms” Maggie nodded “Just tell us the morning of and we’ll be there” She smiled, and I hoped that they understood what they were getting into.

  **

  I sat in between Daryl and Spencer in the pick-up truck waiting for the turn off into the small town, where hopefully we’d fine a few shops that still had a few products inside.  I could them some baby clothes, or some wood and make them a crib. Spencer attempted to make small talk over Daryl’s useless stick driving but to no avail; both Daryl and I were focused on other matters. My leg occasionally bumping agents Daryl’s or Spencer’s thighs, causing Daryl to tense his arms agents the wheel and Spencer to move closer to me.

After knocking on the window we strolled into the shop, all armed with only hand knives, Spencer staying close behind as I followed Daryl. The store was dark and silent, expect for a few bangs of a stuck Rotter. Scanning the shelves, seeing a few boxes of incense, I figured it must have been a bit of a Hippie shop. Shoving whatever labelled ‘Natural Remedy’ into my rucksack; only a few bottles of oils and dried herbs.

“I’m gonna check the back” I called out, heading towards that door that said ‘employees only’ where the nagging was coming from.

Daryl shot me a look “Nah, I’ll get the walkers in a sec,”. Rolling my eyes at his dismissal I opened the door to the back. The second my hand pulled the handle back I knew I fucked up. The walker over powering me, and knock me to the floor.

Shit. Shit. His teeth biting and snapping towards my neck getting out a grunt I tried to bring my knife up to his head, but I couldn’t reach.

The only thing blocking his jaws from my neck was my forearm. Shit, I tried to kick my legs, trying to knock him over, but that only made him get closer to my face. I pushed the rotter back a little, just about to get my knife through its temple, but a knife went through his eye, inches away from my chin away from my chin.

Throwing him off of me I gasped for air .My ‘savoir’ spoke “Fuck Nina I told you I’d get it” I looked to Daryl standing over me, with a red face and veins pulsating in his neck. I propped myself up on my elbows “I had him” I huffed in annoyance. “Shit was reckless and you know” Jesus I feel like I’m being scolded for sneaking out on a school night. Spencer had slipped behind me into the store room.

Pushing myself to my feet I stand only a few inches away from him “I said I had him” Daryl stepped back. “Really? It didn’t look like it. Actually it looked like you were about to get bit” My temper was getting the better of me, I would have apologized if he didn’t have his finger in my face. I slapped it away, the dark shop making him seem more threatening, but this only pissed me off more.

Jesus Christ what is wrong with him. “I said I had it Dixon” I spat, turning on my heel and walking into the back. Obviously Daryl didn’t feel like this conversation was over, he grabbed my arm and was about to open his mouth to scold me.

I quickly decided that I wasn’t listening to a lecture before blurting out an “I’m sorry”. He dropped my arm, his eyes were a stern blue trying to read me. I’m a good liar, I know that much, but see saw threw it. He squinted his eyes before walking past me into the back.

“Clothes, shitty CD’s and candles mostly” Spencer announced as we walking in. It was dark due to the lack of windows, turning on my torch so I could get a better look “Take the clothes, they can be used has bandages” I said.

I strained my eyes trying to read the labels on boxes threw the dust. I brushed the curls off my face finding a book. “Natural Births: A Doulas Guide”, perfect, now I’ve a little thank you present for the godparents

Stuffing clothes I thought could be bandages I looked down, and saw a purple scarf and smiled at the genital colour. Hesitating to pick it up, it felt so wrong to even consider something frivolous at the end of the world.

Actually, no it didn’t. Fuck it I want a pretty head head scarf. I put my rucksack down warped it around my head once, just enough to keep the hairs off my face.

I walked over to the boys hearing a few laughs and a few “fuck yeahs” after curiosity got the better of me. They were kneeling down over three or four boxes, and peering over I could just about see glass bottles.

Spencer turned, smiling while handing me one of the mixed matched bottles. “This has been a great day” He beamed before turning back to the boxes. I brought my torch up to the bottle, no label.

I cautiously unscrewed it, taking a whiff. Immediately regretting it as the smell burnt my nose hairs. Regret soon turned into pure joy after registering what I smelt

Moonshine.

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HELLOY BITCHES!!!

It's Friday and you know what that means!!! New chapter!!!

And not just any chapter!! It's the first chapter to part 6!! That's right, ladies and germs!!!

We've finally reached season 3!!

Oh what will you all read in this series?! Howuch different will it be from the show?! Who knows?!

Guess you'll have to read to find out!!

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[everythingandeveryplace]

Finding Family

"Family is not an important thing.

It's everything."

"I've never seen anything like it before in my life. They have this wall and it's all concrete, and then the crops and live stock! everything is so meticulously organized, their armory is stocked in ways you couldn't even imagine." Rick rambled, ducking beneath a low hanging branch as the rest of the group followed behind. They'd been on the road for over 11 hours when Rick had finally instructed them all to pull over through the walkie.

It was nearing close to another hour since they had all started walking through the poorly shaded woods, the Atlanta sun burning their skin and stray walkers hiding in the brush. Daryl had never seen this part of Atlanta before and he couldn't help but be impressed with how well this supposed "miracle community" was hidden.

"If I hear bout' this damn Georgetown one more time, I'm throwin' him all the way there." Merle grumbled from beside him, cutting down the far too tall grass with the chiseled saw he called a hand.

"Just keep ya mouth shut and keep ya eyes on the path." Daryl hissed at his brother, moving to walk a few feet ahead. Their relationship was beyond strained and some days it was worse than others, there was a deep seeded resentment amongst the two brothers, most days Daryl couldn't even look Merle in the eyes.

Everyone knew the reason why.

"Are we almost there?" Glenn panted, leaning into the hand Maggie was massaging his achey neck with.

"Almost." Rick promised.

"They gonna see us comin'? Ain't gonna attack or nothin'?" Daryl fell into step with Rick.

"No. They seem to be good people, they know I'm bringing my people to talk. I've only spoken to their leader Charlie and a few of the residents, it was Charlie's idea to bring you all for a visit. He wants to see the type of People Alexandria produces." Rick explained.

"So best behavior folks!" Abraham chuckled and slapped Eugene on the shoulder sending the mulleted man stumbling into Carol and Michonnes backs.

Carol whipped around and raised a brow at Eugene, Michonne laughed as the socially awkward man scrambled back to Abraham's side with wide, frightened eyes.

Almost half an hour later the sounds of muffled voices broke through the silence of the woods, Rick hadn't been lying , the concrete wall that blocked the community from the outside wall was incredible and large and so tall there it seemed to tower over even the tallest oak tree lining the woods.

"Holy shit." Jesus stopped abruptly, his jaw practically on the floor as he stared up at the dark grey, smooth concrete slab.

"That's unbelievable." Carol whispered

"Carl's going to be so mad he missed this." Michonne added

"Rosita too." Sasha stepped forward and pressed her hand against the wall tugging Tyreese alongside it.

Merle elbowed Daryl in the ribs and grinned

"Looks like that old burned down factory we used to store our huntin stuff in' with the cracked concrete and tall ass walls."

"Yeah. S'also where you started sellin' the meth and damn near got me killed by a tweaker." Daryl mumbled, dodging another elbow from Merle.

Wasn't that always how it was? Every good thing daryl had ever had was tainted by Merle's reckless and stupid behavior. It was that way then and it hadn't changed, it never would.

The heavy welded doors opened slowly in front of all of them and out stepped an older man who was so tall even Tyreese had to look up to catch his eyes.

"Hello Alexandria, I'm so happy you all could make it. The ride here was smooth I assume? No trouble?"

Rick stepped forward, extending his hand to the stranger and grinning.

"No trouble at all. Thank you again for giving us the opportunity to say our piece, and Thank-you for giving my people a chance. I know how difficult it is to trust someone you hardly know, especially in this world."

Rick would have been one hell of a politician if the world hadn't gone to shit, it was amazing to see the easy way he talked to anyone and everyone never giving away even a piece of himself.

"Well of course, of course. Come on in then, you never know what's lurking in these woods." The man Daryl assumed was Charlie ushered them all inside the walls of the community, signaling to a group of men on top of the walls to close the doors.

It wasn't real.

There was absolutely no way something as prospering and lively and god damn beautiful could exist in the world they lived in now. Behind the walls of Georgetown was row after row of blooming and blossoming crops, farm animals grazed behind fenced fields, families tended to the fields and satellite panels stood tall on poles surrounding the beautifully kept homes. There were children playing and mothers knitting on porches, men were lugging lumber though the sidewalks and someone to Daryl's left was patching up the roof of a tiny yellow cottage.

"I told you." Rick whispered in his ear "I've never seen anything like it."

Neither had Daryl, not in this life or his last.

It felt welcoming and clean and homey..

It felt safe.

Maggie was the first to speak

"This place is beautiful, it's like a different world. I can't believe how much food y'all have! And the protection from the barriers and fences.. it's truly amazing."

Charlie smiled proudly

"Yes, we've worked very hard to achieve all that we have. But Rick tells me you've all worked hard as well. I'd heard of the saviors from passing travelers, fortunately we never encountered any at Georgetown. We're far too hidden to be found, of course we do have a plan of action in place should the time come we're threatened." His tone held a hint of a warning and Daryl felt Merle shift uncomfortably beside him, he got all fidgety when the saviors were mentioned. Daryl just got nauseous.

"You said we'd be able to meet more of your people? Not that I'm in any place to rush you but clearly we can see how well this place is run and I think we're all curious as to who's behind it." Rick smiled brightly and nudged Michonne until she was smiling just as wide.. albeit a bit more awkwardly.

"Well to be fair every single person who lives within the walls of our community is responsible for the progress and safety of our home. But if you mean my counsel, let me introduce you." The taller man pulled a walkie from his utility belt

"Hey team, meet in the corridor. Emergency meeting."

A chorus of jumbled

"Okay... got it.. be there in a sec."

sounded through the device.

"I haven't told them I was bringing you in, they would all be too anxious. They're going to be the deciding factors on whether I agree to the trade so I feel it's important they look at this with fresh eyes. It's better they don't have time to think on it." Charlie winked.

"I was in the shower. Someone better be dead."

A petite woman with short hair and tattooed arms came sprinting down the steps of the large white building that Daryl and his group were standing in front of. She was beautiful but the way her eyes landed on Michonne and lingered for just a moment too long made it fairly obvious she would not be interested in Rick, Daryl, Merle or anyone of that particular gender.

"You were in the shower? I was in dreamland. I was out all night scoping for walkers, you said I could sleep in." A mammoth sized man with a scarred face and dark blue eyes followed the smaller woman, trailing after her and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Charlie chuckled and shook his head

"These are a few of the people I wanted you to meet. They've come looking to trade with us, I wanted them to come by and meet you before we get into any details." He explained.

The tattooed woman reached a hand out to Michonne and the huge blue eyed man instantly reached for a high five from Rick

"I'm Tucker and that's Ruby. I run construction and head most of the supply runs, Ruby runs the armory she knows everything there is to know about guns so if you guys think you can ever get one over on her you're sorely mistaken." Tucker's laugh filled the air before he clapped a hand onto Glenn's shoulder nearly drilling him to the ground with the force of his grip. Merle snorted and Daryl had to fight to keep the smile off of his face.

"Aidan is tied up in the kitchen right now, he's got to get lunch out before we hit the road for our next run. He said he'd come by after."

Charlie nodded in understanding before turning towards The front doors of the white building again

"Where's Lil, I thought I heard her say..."

"I'm here! Sorry I got stuck with stitches on an eight year old not fun at a.."

Daryl's head snapped forward at that voice, he knew that voice, could pick it out of a million people. He never thought he would hear it again.. he never thought....

"LiliAnna?!?" Maggie practically squealed, dropping her weapons and running towards the blonde currently staring slack jawed at the group standing in front of her.

"Maggie?" She choked, falling back onto the steps of the stairs as the short haired brunette tackled her to the ground, squeezing her tight and rambling in her ear.

"I can't believe it's you! It's been almost two years! Look at you! You look amazing! I've missed you so much!" She babbled, tears leaking from her eyes as she held tight to her former best friend.

"I've missed you too." LiliAnna whispered, cupping Maggie's face and dropping her forehead to hers. When Maggie finally stepped away Rick was there to take her place, wrapping his arms around LiliAnna and smiling

"I had no idea you lived here? I've been back and forth for the past few weeks and I haven't seen you once." He pulled away and gave her a once over for injuries, Daryl had seen him do it countless times and it made his heart ache to see the familiarity playing out right before his eyes.

"I run Medical here, I'm The head nurse and we had a bit of an accident on our last run. I've been tending to the injured all month trying to get them back on their feet.. not to mention how busy I am typically." LiliAnna smiled softly before squeezing ricks hand and turning to greet the rest of the group, lingering a little longer on carol and wiping the older woman's tears with the sleeve of her jacket, they had always had a special bond.

"I feel like I'm missing something here." Ruby scratched her head.

"Ditto." Tucker shrugged, smiling at all of the happy faces "doesn't matter much though, look how happy they are. Can't bottle that up."

LiliAnna hugged Abraham one last time before finally turning towards Daryl.

"Daryl Dixon." She smiled softly, her eyes slightly misty with tears.

"Lili." He breathed, the name coming out no louder than a whisper. She looked beautiful, if possible even more so than he had ever seen her. Her long blonde hair was left loose at her shoulders, sky blue eyes big and bright on her sun kissed face. She was still too skinny, she always forgot to eat and it drove Daryl crazy, she was always too busy looking out for everyone else she often forgot about herself. But still she was beautiful, perfect. Except for..

There was a jagged light pink scar that stretched from the temple of her right eye all the way down to the corner of her top lip and when she walked towards him she walked with a limp, it wasn't all that noticeable but Daryl could see it, he'd memorized it as she walked away two years ago.

"Didn't think I'd ever see ya face again." He swallowed.

"Didn't think you would either." She answered honestly, her eyes were just as warm and beautiful as he remembered and her skin looked just as soft, he reached a hand out to touch her cheek when suddenly the shadow of a figure covered his back.

Almost as if she had been burned Lili flinched away, eyes casting over Daryl's shoulder and narrowing dangerously before she stumbled backwards and away from him. Daryl whipped around to see Merle standing directly behind him, eyes wide and apologetic when He noticed Daryl's hand still raised.

"Sorry little brother.. I didn't think."

"Ya never think." Daryl growled, harshly turning away from the man who had single handedly destroyed his happiness more times than he could count.

"LiliAnna! We gotta show you something."

Someone was coming towards them from a few feet away. Daryl couldn't make out the face yet but the voice sounded strangely familiar.

"That's D." Charlie explained "he's part of our combat group.. teaches our residents how to defend themselves."

D...

Dwight.

Sure enough the mangled man came rushing forward, a child in his arms with wild blonde curls and bright blue eyes, a huge smile on the child's face.. the kid couldn't be older than a year and he looked nothing like Dwight.. actually he looked more like..

"Mama!"

Mama? Did that mean..

"Hi sweet boy! How was your nap? Did Uncle D keep you up again?" LiliAnna reached for the baby in Dwight's arms and cradled him to her chest pressing sloppy kisses all over his cheek while he giggled and squirmed.

"You have a baby?" Michonne let the severe sharpness of her features lessen for just a moment as she stared at the mother and her child.

"I do. His names Greyson and he just tuned one." She smiled proudly.

"Oh my god Hershel Jr. just found himself a new best friend." Maggie tugged in Glenn's sleeve in excitement and even the lanky Korean couldn't keep the smile off of his face. LiliAnnas eyes softened immediately and she grinned

"It was a boy?" She asked Maggie.

"It sure was.. just like your little angel." Maggie moved forward to squeeze the chubby little ones cheeks. Rick was talking to Charlie and the rest of the group was either admiring Greyson or asking Ruby and Tucker questions.

"You see it don't you?" Merle asked from his space beside Daryl.

"See what?" Daryl refused to take his eyes off of the baby in LiliAnnas arms.

"Those are mamas eyes." Merle chuckled making Daryl snap his head towards his older brother.

"What?"

Merle shook his head at his brothers obliviousness

"That boys a Dixon through and through."

Dwight's body stiffened at the sound of Merle's voice, he whipped around and drew his gun the instant his eyes caught sight of Merle.

"Woah!" Ruby shouted

Everyone turned towards the commotion and Charlie rushed towards Dwight

"D, what are you doing.. these people are our guests.. you can't just pull your.."

"Guests?!" Dwight scoffed "why the hell is he in our camp?! Why would you let him in here!"

LiliAnna handed Greyson off to Maggie and moved to stand beside Dwight, placing her hand in his arm she spoke quickly

"It's okay.. I'm okay. It's fine Dwight, put the gun down"

"Are they here to do business? They want to trade? Fat chance!" Dwight kept his gun trained on Merle but spoke directly to Charlie "you cannot let these people in here, you cannot do business with them. They took in that.. that monster." His hands were shaking around the trigger of his rifle and Daryl couldn't move, his feet frozen to the spot. Merle seemed to be in the same position because he hadn't even drawn his gun yet.

"What did he do? What's going on LiliAnna?" Tucker came to stand behind Dwight as back up and Ruby soon followed, her hands tight on her pistol.

"He.. it was the past.." She whispered, her eyes darting to her son behind her.

Suddenly images flooded Daryl's brain.

Dwight carrying a nearly lifeless Lili through the smoke and ash, her face so bruised and bloody it was almost unrecognizable.

The screaming. Her cries of pain and desperation as Hershel attempted to stitch her up and set her bones.

Her wide, terrified eyes when she looked up at him from the cot as Hershel relocated her shoulder

"Merle." She had croaked "it was Merle."

"I'll tell you what happened." Dwight growled, the click of his trigger sounding through the almost silent air "that bastard beat Lil to death and made me watch. She survived because she's stronger than all of us but he was trying to kill her... slowly.. he wanted her to feel it."

Daryls eyes met Lilis from across the field.

She looked him dead in the eye for just a moment before she raced over to Maggie, scooped up Greyson and rushed back up the stairs to the big building.

Charlie cleared his throat and placed a hand on Dwight's raised Gun.

"It looks like we may have more to discuss."

[hornsbeforehalos]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Daryl Dixon & Original Female Character(s), Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Daryl Dixon, Original Female Character(s), Negan (Walking Dead), Simon (Walking Dead: Saviors), Dwight (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene, Jesus (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, Murder, Daddy!Daryl, Semi Abusive Relationships, Negan - Freeform, Lucille - Freeform, Daddy Kink, Established Relationship, Lost & Found, Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, the walking dead - Freeform, Daryl Dixon Smut, Marriage, Family, Complete, Daryl Dixon Romance Series: Part 1 of Hunter, Arrow, & Daryl Dixon Summary:

Daryl and Rick run into a surprise from Daryl’s pre-apocalypse past that changes the rest of the future.

This was originally a one-shot that took on a mind of its own.

since I’m taking forever to do anything ya’ll should reread this xD

[littlegodzilla]

HOWL TWD AU Daryl Dixon x OFC Reader +18 Part 7.

Hi!

Here I come with another chapter about Howl! Be careful we are in the hot chapter finally! Yes, our couple need some love and this is the moment!

Howl.

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: Fluff. Knowing each other. Smut. Dirty talk. Fingering. Oral sex. kind of losing virginity.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 6500.

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

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Part 7.

The rest of the afternoon Ixeia spends helping Maggie with some things around the farm, apparently she has a special date with Glenn and has asked for his help. The she-wolf is still a bit of a novice with human customs, but she likes the dress that Maggie wants to wear that night, Beth at her side agrees as well and she feels good about her own decision.

Ixeia sees the two sisters excited, the young girl helps Maggie to finish dressing up, make her up, comb her hair, the she-wolf likes to see those things, once she tried the make-up but it was not a nice feeling, it stung her skin and she had some redness for a while, but Maggie looks pretty and special. She smiles caressing the fabric of one of Hershel's eldest daughter's dresses, she always goes with the clothes Andrea or Carol have given her, the jeans are comfortable and practical for walking in the woods, but sometimes she wonders how she would look with one of those. Maggie reaches over curiously and touches her shoulder.

"Wanna try it on?" She offers her with a wide smile seeing how the she-wolf blushes.

"But I don't... I don't have a special night with anyone..." She murmurs and sees the two sisters look at her fondly.

"That doesn't matter, it's a dress you can wear whenever you want." Beth explains and hands it to her. "Try it on, see how it fits you."

The werewolf woman hesitates for a moment, but finally nods, leaving the garment on the bed and begins to undress. The Greene sisters watch her silently and Maggie pulls underwear out of her drawer, offering it to her.

"I know you're uncomfortable in it, but in a dress you can't go without... At least this." She says handing her some panties, the she-wolf seems to be a bit disgusted, but she also understands that her legs are bare and in any movement everybody could see everything, and she had already checked that not all humans are interested in seeing her intimacy.

She puts on the panties and then picks up the dress pulling it over her head, Beth helps her to position the fabric properly on her body, she repositions her chest and Beth pulls the sleeves. Then they move a little away from her to get a better look at her and Maggie gives her some shoes to put on. The she-wolf is nervous and uncomfortable, her legs feel cold, the heels are higher than she is used to and they bother her, however Maggie and Beth look at her with a wide, excited smile.

"You look beautiful, Ixeia." Beth tells her sincerely and combs her hair letting it fall over her shoulders.

"Yes, I love it, you know what? Keep it, wear it whenever you want." Maggie offers it to her and the she-wolf looks at her excitedly.

"Can I really keep it?" she gasps and smiles wider when she sees them nod. "Can I...can I take him to Rick's...? I have to take care of Judith tonight..." She explains and they nod again.

"But wait, you'll be more comfortable in these." Maggie changes her shoes for black booties with less heel and Ixeia feels more comfortable, as her friend said.

"Thank you." She smiles feeling her cheeks redden again.

The werewolf woman says goodbye to her friends leaving the farmhouse for the Grimes' house. Michonne compliments her when she sees her appear through the door and again Ixeia's cheeks take on a reddish color. Rick is also surprised at her change of clothes and approves of how she looks in the dress. She nods gratefully and asks them if they notice anything unusual to let her know to go help. Michonne gestures downplaying the matter and reminds her that she has left a list of chores and the girl food written down on a sheet in the kitchen. The she-wolf says goodbye to them once more and closes the door.

It isn't the first time she stays overnight taking care of the youngest of Rick and Michonne's family, she likes to stay and take care of her, she is fun and very smart kid. Their parents have raised her well and she isn’t too unruly.

When Judith sees her is also surprised and compliments her dress, making that the young girl feels more and more comfortable with it.

They play for a long time that afternoon, she helps Judith with some homework, although she isn't the smartest of the two, but she tries, she prepares dinner for them and they eat quietly while watching TV for a while.

Ixeia has finished putting Judith to bed, they had played some more after dinner and the kid has fallen asleep in her bed. She wishes young Grimes goodnight when she hears a knock at the door. She carefully closes the door to the girl's room and goes downstairs to open it. Maybe it's Carol coming to keep her company, some nights the woman drops in for her babysitting hours so the time doesn't pass so boringly, which she always appreciates. She makes her way to the door and opens it slowly, surprised.

"Daryl?" She looks at him with raised eyebrows as he was the last person she expected to see there. The man is standing in front of the door, he is clearly nervous, dressed in a black short sleeved shirt with a leather vest over it and somewhat worn and torn jeans at the knees, along with his hiking boots. The she-wolf has to admit that maybe is the first time she's seen him out of his Ranger uniform.

But she isn’t the only one surprised. The Metis is speechless when she opens the door.

He's used to seeing her in more clothes, always in pants, plaid shirts, clothes that were a little big on her, sneakers, hair pulled back in a comfortable ponytail. Tonight she's different, her hair is loose, falling over her shoulders, just a couple of locks pinned at the back of her head to clear her face of hair, and she's wearing a dress. A pretty blue colored, long sleeved chiffon dress, with a soft scoop neckline, nothing too plunging or suggestive, fitted under her chest with a thin black belt and the skirt fell free to mid-thigh. Daryl swallows nervously and his eyes travel up her legs again to her face. The werewolf woman looks nervous now and clenches her hands, trembling. Daryl clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck.

"Ya told me ya had to take care of Judith and..." He starts to speak and she nods. "I came by in case... ya needed company..." He clears his throat again as she lifts her head like a spring. "That girl is a saint and her parents won't be back until tomorrow mornin’..." He shrugs and points to the inside of the house before shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "It can be borin’ hours, I dunno... maybe we could watch a movie or somethin’..." He finally dares to say and Ixeia smiles broadly feeling her cheeks burn.

"Do you want to stay the night with me?" she says with clear excitement in her voice and Daryl smiles in amusement.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" he shrugs passing her as she steps aside and gestures for him to come in.

"Thanks, I think... it'll be fun." She succeeds in saying, she's vibrating with excitement but doesn't want to scare the Metis with her own impulses. Daryl enters the living room followed by her dodging him to go to the kitchen. "I could make some popcorn..."

"Ya know how to make it?" he jokes going after her, he doesn't want her to burn down his best friend's house.

"It isn’t the first time." She replies offended taking a packet out of its respective box and pops it in the microwave. Daryl smiles leaning against the door frame in a relaxed posture, but not completely, he fears of actually something might end up in flames.

The werewolf's body tenses like a rope as the young woman bends down looking for a popcorn bowl and the skirt of the dress rides dangerously up towards her hips. She is clearly not used to such clothing. He clears his throat again and averts his gaze by reaching over to one of the upper cabinets and pulls out a deep bowl and hands it to her.

"Thank you." She smiles at him and he shakes his head before biting his lip.

"It's..." He starts to say, not quite sure where his own words are going to go. "It's weird seein’ ya in these clothes..." He says at last and curses mentally as he sees the young woman's gesture die down a bit. "Looks good on ya..." he whispers and again a small smile breaks out on her face and her cheeks redden.

"Really?" she asks with a thread of a voice, Daryl hums nodding and his fingers brush and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. They stare at each other, losing themselves in each other's eyes.

The popcorn pops inside the microwave and they both jump in place, laughing low feeling a little stupid from the fright. Ixeia walks over to the microwave to get the popcorn out, carefully opens the bag and the warm mist hits her in the face making the Metis smile at her choking grimace. With the popcorn in the bowl, Daryl opens his friend's cooler and pulls out a couple of beers. He's sure Rick won't mind.

"Ya wanna one? Or ya didn't like the experience?" He jokes remembering Henry's birthday and she reddens.

"I've drunk other drinks after that day, I can't get used to the taste of it, but...I'll have one." She accepts with a nod, a gesture Daryl copies by closing the fridge and they go back to the living room to put on a movie.

"Yer adjustin’ well to doin’ human things." He looks sideways at her handing her the bottle as he opens it and she takes a sip.

"I think so, although there's still a lot I don't understand..."

"Give yerself time, ya've barely been human for a few months too, it's normal that ya still have a hard time adaptin’ to some things."

"Yes... You've always been human?" she dares to ask, looking at him sideways "I know that your 'deformity' appears when you transform and that your hybrid form is a Berserker, but maybe..." She shrugs, not quite sure how to finish her own sentence.

"My wolf form has a bump on my back that doesn't allow me to walk well, ya know that, I wouldn't have been a very useful wolf to my pack and a clear target for other wolves." He shrugs and she nods. "I've always felt more comfortable in my human form." He drinks from his flask and she glances sideways at him, drinking as well.

"You're also better looking..." She mumbles for a moment feeling like an idiot for what she just said. "I mean... Your wolf is cute too, but... You know." She stammers without finding her own words seeing the man look at her with amused curiosity.

"Better lookin’..." He repeats and the she-wolf wishes she could hide from that smirk that appears on the hunter's mouth. "I dun think my scar makes me very handsome, but thanks, it's always nice to know that not everyone thinks yer a freak."

"You aren’t a monster Daryl, and the proof is this very town, they love you here." She smiles and gives him a little nudge with her elbow. "Are you going to tell me you've never been with a woman? I don't believe it." She laughs and Daryl smiles with her lowering his head, nodding, sets the beer down on the side table next to the couch and looks at her resting a hand on his own cheek.

"No, I ain’t gonna tell ya that ‘cause it wouldn't be true." He shrugs. "I ain’t gonna tell ya that I'm a man with a lot of skills and a list of women that would put any average human to shame, ‘cause that ain’t true either." He laughs and Ixeia blushes a little, because she wants to ask more, but is afraid to make him uncomfortable.

"Have you... Have you only been with humans?" she murmurs looking sideways at him, Daryl raises an eyebrow curiously. "With your... abilities, you know... Has it only been human women?"

"Usually, as I say I haven't had a big list of women, but yes. Within the pack, before my first change I was just a pup and after that I've always avoided contact with others like me, but I've met a few shape shifters, panther women..." The wolf woman nods in understanding. "What about ya? I know yer an Omega, but ya also have the ability to heal yer own through yer ability, without havin’ to join everyone who... touches ya."

"It doesn't necessarily work that way either, with you I didn't need to... I healed you simply because I imposed my ability and my status as an Omega on you and your wolf reaction to it, but yes, in my old pack they sometimes used my power for that purpose..." She waves her hands nervously and he frowns slightly. "They never hurt me, my parents wouldn't have let them." She hastens to add. "But my people were at constant war with the humans and sometimes our own regeneration wasn't enough..." She sighs remembering the massacre she witnessed in her forests before she left her lands. "My sisters and I... We were always at the herd's beck and call, no matter how badly we were injured..."

"Ya’re a Priestesses..." He wants to understand and she nods. "Ya lived to heal and keep yer people alive..." Something twists inside the Metis at the sound.

"I guess that's what they wanted me for in this pack too... Their Alpha must have detected my ability and wanted to take advantage..."

"Ya said he wanted to make ya his Omega."

"Yeah, that too, I guess to use me to his advantage so I couldn't refuse..." She shrugs. She's never thought of him that way, but she also didn't think he was capable of attacking a village of defenseless humans and had done so, so she couldn't be sure she knew him like she thought she did anymore.

Daryl for his part watches her curiously, to think of her true litter, to take advantage of the Gift the young woman possessed to heal his more serious wounds, to become stronger. He tenses his jaw for a second trying to deflect his anger, ignore it.

"Yer gift is very rare, there aren't many of our kind left who can do such things..."

"I know, and the Elders consider it impure, something forbidden, I think in their old minds there is still the memory of the secret orgies that were done when this Gift appeared."

"The Elders are just that, old men; They have lived many Ages, perhaps they are wise, but their wisdom rots with them, they ain’t expand it, they accept everythin’ that came before them, some things we have learned new, but there are other things they ain’t even bother to accept or study... They have become obsolete."

"You shouldn't say such things so freely... It could be dangerous."

"It’s a lie?"

"No, but... They are the most respected Wolves of all our races, of all of us, the respect felt for them is almost sickening..."

"Ya too?"

"I respect them, but I don't approve of some things, like you, I understand what you're saying Daryl, I just... I'm afraid something could happen to you for saying those things without being careful."

"Don't worry, I can't get any worse." He jokes wryly and she sighs feeling the fear vibrate in her chest.

The Metis decides to leave the conversation, picks up the TV remote and after searching for a few minutes finds a movie to watch. Ixeia settles down next to him, ignoring what they were talking about, enjoying Daryl's company that he, of his own free will, has decided to offer her. The two of them lie down on the couch, each on one side of the couch. The movie is long, a bit dense, but with any luck when it's over it won't be long before Rick and Michonne return from their nightly rounds.

Judith doesn't wake up all night, the house is quiet, the heat is nice and the volume of the movie isn’t too loud so as not to disturb the calm atmosphere. Ixeia has fallen asleep leaning on Daryl's shoulder without being able to repress herself, after half an hour, sleep has been stronger than her and she has ended up with her head resting on the man. Daryl doesn't move, he watches her out of the corner of his eye and goes back to focusing on the TV, leaving the she-wolf to rest.

Rick and Michonne enter the house as the sun begins to lighten in the sky. They are exhausted, the patrol has been boring and the hours have passed tremendously slow, but they have finally arrived home. The couple hears the background noise of the television and it surprises them at first, Ixeia has a room set up for the nights she has to stay there. They peek in carefully so as not to wake her and are both surprised, looking at each other in amusement.

On the couch are Daryl and Ixeia, both asleep, the she-wolf snuggled against the hunter's arm, leaning against his shoulder and hugging his arm, Daryl simply resting his head on hers. Their hands are clasped together and their fingers intertwined. Rick smiles and carefully approaches his friend, giving him a very gentle touch on the shoulder.

Daryl wakes up with a small start, but the she-wolf doesn't move, even tightening her grip on Dixon's hand a little more. He needs a moment to remember where he is and finds the couple looking at him in amusement. He feels his cheeks burning and tries to move, but Rick stops him.

"Don't wake her up." He whispers smiling under his beard. Daryl grunts low rubbing his eyes.

"What time is it?" he mumbles hoarsely.

"Too early or too late, depending on how it looks... What are you doing here? did something happen?" Michonne asks even though she's sure the answer is no. Daryl shakes his head and shrugs.

"No, I just came to keep her company..." He says simply biting his lip nervously.

"Oh look, what a gentleman." Rick jokes earning himself a withering glare.

"Fuck ya guys..." He growls letting go of Ixeia's hand to wake her up.

"I'm sure she would have loved it." Michonne says getting Rick to let out a laugh, the she-wolf wakes up startled and Daryl freezes in his movement. "Good morning, Ixeia, has Judith been good?"

"Y... yes." She says in a sleepy voice and breaks off as she realizes she's leaning against Daryl. "Sorry..." He shakes his head downplaying it.

"Do you guys want to stay for breakfast?" Michonne offers but the she-wolf shakes her head.

"No, no, you guys need to rest and..."

"And so do we." Daryl finishes her sentence by getting up from the couch, the wolf woman mimics him by smoothing the skirt of her dress.

"Alright, thank you so much for taking care of our girl." Rick insists and hugs his brother giving him a gentle pat on the back.

"See ya later." They say goodbye to each other the two wolves and leave the Grimes' house.

They walk leisurely through the still deserted streets, it is too early and people are still in their homes sleeping. The she-wolf walks beside the Ranger in silence, feeling her cheeks burning, she hasn't been aware of when she has fallen asleep and much less when she fell on top of Daryl using him as a pillow without his permission. She knows the hunter won't say anything to her about it, he won't make a big deal out of it, but she knows she has to stop pushing the boundaries with him, that there will come a day when he gets tired of her always being glued to him. She stops then, Daryl walks a few more steps and when he sees she doesn't follow he turns looking at her with a mute question. She scratches her arm nervously and points to the house next to she has stopped by.

"Now... I live here now." She explains in a breathy whisper, Daryl looks at her in surprise and nods biting his lip. "Good night, Daryl, I guess..." She smiles amused and he smiles too with a small sneer drawn on his mouth. "Thank you for coming to keep me company, you've been very kind..." Daryl nods without saying anything, he shakes his shoulders as he usually does to downplay something and she smiles again, she turns around going up the steps to the front door, she's not sure when they slept at the end, but she feels her body tired and heavy, besides it's very early and even though her body temperature is higher than a common human, going in that dress is making her cold.

She opens the door and is startled when she turns to say goodbye to Daryl again and sees him right behind her. She looks at him questioningly seeing the wolf just shoves his hands in his pants pockets.

"Can I stay with ya?" He asks her and she feels her body tremble at Daryl's low tone of voice.

"Y... yeah, sure..." She stammers nervously, opens the door letting him in.

Daryl enters the house, the first thing he feels is the strong scent the place gives off to him. His nose wrinkles and he has to control a growl that scratches his throat. Whenever he's near her he forces her to control her scent, so as not to draw attention to herself.

However that is her home, she is safe there, she doesn't need to hide who she is and the hunter immediately notices it. Not only because of her scent, he enters the living room discovering a small barricade that the young woman has built there. Ixeia follows him and feels embarrassed to see her nest uncovered. She knows there are several rooms in the house, she can sleep in one of the comfortable beds, she doesn't need to create her own space, she doesn't need to put all those cushions, sheets, objects, sofas in a position and place meticulously studied for her to find herself at ease and comfortable there, but she couldn't help it, she has always done it, it is part of her being.

"Ya've built yerself a nice place." Daryl comments observing all the sheets and pillows spread out on the floor, surrounded by the couches leaving everything in a nice almost oval shape so that when the young woman lies there she feels tucked in. "What ‘bout the beds, ain't there any?" he turns to look at her and the she-wolf's face takes on a deep red hue.

"Yes there are, but... once at Carol's house I... I fell and..." she whispers averting her gaze from the Metis's surprised gesture. "They don't give me confidence..." She confesses finally, Daryl snorts in amusement shaking his head. "But there are beds upstairs, I'll... set up a room for you." She offers him and before he can say anything, she walks up the stairs leaving him alone, admiring her nest again.

He pats the back of the couch looking all around. He takes a deep breath in, the smell of her invading him completely. He growls low and turns around to walk up the stairs to the room where the she-wolf has prepared the bed.

"Thanks." He mutters in a growl, Ixeia nods her head without looking up from her own feet and walks out of the room leaving him alone.

Daryl sits on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and puts aside his vest and shirt, undoes his belt and lies on the bed resting one arm behind his head, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his fingers tapping nervously on his chest. From the room he can hear her moving all around downstairs, surely settling into her nest to go back to sleep for at least a few more hours. He sighs long and closes his eyes to sleep as well.

However, he can't get to sleep. He isn't sure how long it's been since he's been lying there, but there's no way he can fall asleep. He bites his lip repeatedly before getting out of bed and leaving the room. His steps are soft and quiet, he treads barefoot on the wooden floor of the house that creaks slightly under his weight, walks down the stairs and peeks through the door of the living room of the young she-wolf's house. She is asleep in her nest, still in her human form, dressed in the dress from that night, her breathing is soft and rhythmic, completely immersed in her dreams. Daryl rubs his chin thoughtfully, frowns and rests both hands on the back of the sofa, still watching her in silence.

He doesn't get it, he can't understand why she manages to captivate him like that. He's a Metis, he shouldn't be influenced by the Omega's scent, her scent shouldn't seep so deep into his mind, cloud his judgment like that. All he wants to do is lay down with her and mark her, but he can't do that, their bond would never be strong enough, if an Alpha wolf showed up, and claimed her, Daryl would have no chance of holding her.

Anyways his whole body screams at him to stay there with her.

He growls low and unbuttons his pants urgently, remaining only in his underwear he circles the nest the young woman has built finding a small gap between the two couches through which to enter. Normally a nest is only built when the female is pregnant and is looking for a comfortable and cozy place to have her pups, but for her it’s different, having been born as a Lupus, her animal instinct acquires other habits and in nature she would look for a cave or hole to sleep in, so she has adopted the same dynamics for her home.

Daryl walks slowly so as not to wake her, watching where he steps, the floor is comfortable but unstable because of all the cushions and things the young woman has used. He crouches down beside her to find a comfortable position to lie down next to her, when he sees it. The she-wolf is sound asleep and clutches one of his uniform shirts between her hands. Daryl frowns slightly, where did she get it? when has he ever lost one and not noticed? The Ranger thinks back to the week she spent healing him, perhaps in those days the young woman had needed to go into town at some point...when she talked to Rick and Carol.

He smiles half sideways feeling his gut churning inside. He grunts gritting his teeth and lies down next to her, the young woman stirs in her sleep, but doesn't wake up, Daryl doesn't mind her waking up, in fact, he hasn't gone down there to sleep, it was what he'd like to think, it was the excuse he wanted to give her if she woke up, but it's not the reality.

His nose sinks into her hair, her natural scent, mixed with the shampoo, the smell of the forest permeating her hair, gets the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. His hand caresses her waist, slowly, barely the tips of his fingers brushing the fabric of her dress, slowly he pulls the skirt of the dress up, uncovering the bare skin beneath it, his nails touch the waistband of her underwear, but he stops, his hand slowly moves up the inside of her dress until it reaches her breast, he squeezes it in his palm, caresses it and hears her sigh, slowly waking up. He smiles against her head and kisses her behind the ear. Her body shudders under his touch.

"Daryl..." She sighs even more asleep than awake, but she has detected the wolf's scent from the first moment.

"Yer close to yer heat cycle, ain't ya?" He asks her in a husky voice and she nods. "That's why I can't stop smellin’ ya everywhere..."

"I'm... I'm sorry..." She whispers knowing how much her scent bothers the Metis.

"Why? why ya have this effect on me?" he growls again, he bites her neck, softly, from his position, knowing that the nape of her neck is a key point. She moans at the sensation and her essence surges robbing Daryl of what little self-control he has left.

He releases her boob and reaches down to her underwear again, huffs and pulls at the waistband ripping them apart. Ixeia moans low, but doesn't have much time to protest. Daryl turns her body so that her back is resting on the floor, lifts one of her legs to put it over his and pulls the torn garment again to finish pulling it off her body. His fingers run down her legs, her thighs until he reaches her center. The she-wolf gasps as she feels Daryl's fingers caress her clit slowly, making small circles. She bites her lip and arches up feeling strange, it’s a sensation she hasn’t experienced before as a human and she is suddenly overwhelmed. Daryl's mouth continues to run down her neck, kissing and biting it, sending little shocks of pleasure all over her body, getting wetter and wetter. Dixon's fingers move up and down her pussy, caressing her clit, her folds, impregnating his fingers with her wetness, feeling her essence digging deeper and deeper into his brain.

His fingertips press against her entrance and she tenses, biting her lip. Daryl looks sideways at her, his fingers again caress her sensitive, swollen muscle, she sighs and moans low feeling a new sensation run through her, something bubbles in her stomach, she clenches and seems to want to burst, Daryl can see it in her face, confusion and pleasure mingling, reflecting in her eyes. As he told her, he's no expert with women, but he's learned a few things when he's been with them.

"Relax..." He whispers in her ear, his voice low. "It’ll feel good, ya'll see." He promises her and the she-wolf seems to obey, his fingers move a little faster over her clit and she can't resist. A high, long moan crawls from her stomach clawing at her throat, she arches up next to Daryl, her hand grips his wrist still moving his fingers over her sensitive muscle and her body tenses and jerks feeling her mind go completely blank, her body now seems to weigh a ton and her breathing is ragged. “Such a good girl…”

Daryl goes back to stroking her folds feeling her completely wet from the orgasm she just experienced. His finger again presses against the entrance of her cunt and this time he gets less resistance, his fingertip pushes through and he gasps at the tight sensation inside her. He pulls his finger out carefully, he joins her side removing her dress completely, he watches her body shake, she is nervous, she doesn't know what she has or should do, but Daryl has in mind to have fun, to really make her tremble.

Daryl leans over her kissing her neck, slowly moving down, he catches one of her nipples inside his mouth, licks, sucks and stimulates it until it is fully erect and hard, listening to her sigh and gasp, he pulls her nipple between his teeth and does the same with her other nipple feeling her jerk under his body. Daryl watches her out of the corner of his eye, his mouth slowly moving down her belly to position himself between her legs. Ixeya startles as he lifts her hips slightly, her legs coming up onto his shoulders. She arches as she feels his tongue lick her folds, his mouth closes around her clit and sucks making her moan, getting wet again, still recovering from her first orgasm.

Daryl enjoys her taste, her smell, it's intense and he feels completely choked by it, but he doesn't want to stop, he can't. He devours her with need, his mouth moves all over her pussy, licking, biting, trapping her folds inside his mouth, plunging his tongue into her cunt, torturing her clitoris, sucking and making small circles with his tongue. The young woman stirs under his touch, desperate, over aroused, her head completely clouded. She has cum in his mouth but Daryl wants more, wants to taste her on his tongue again, wants to feel her jerking again, her legs closing against his head. He opens his mouth wider trying to take in as much as possible, plunging his tongue deeper, reaching and pressing the right spots inside her.

"Daryl!" she cries out in desperation feeling herself cum again on the Metis' mouth, who collects her fluids with his tongue and slowly pulls away from her leaving one last kiss on her clit joining up to look at her.

She is a mess. She gasps in despair, her whole body shakes, exhausted and satisfied her eyes are slightly closed, her body covered with a film of sweat, her cheeks flushed, her mouth ajar catching her breath. Daryl licks his lips, his face wet with her fluids, but he's not done with her. He caresses the young woman's legs before holding her down and turning her over, Ixeia positions her body as Daryl desires, on all fours she leans her body slightly forward, the wolf caresses her back with both hands, squeezes her waist, caressing her skin and moves them back up to her tits squeezing them between his hands, caressing and squeezing her nipples snatching a new sigh of pleasure from her. Dixon slides his hands down to her ass once more and gives it a gentle spank, a gesture that confuses the wolf woman, but it’s not an unpleasant sensation. Daryl removes his boxers in which a small wet trail of pre-cum was beginning to form, his cock stands up, hard, swollen, its reddened tip glistening with his pre-cum. A crooked smile forms on his mouth as he watches her wetness slide down her thighs.

"Ya haven't had enough, have ya?" He says in a husky voice and his thumb slips into her pussy and she moans.

"Daryl..." She calls out to him pleadingly.

"What ya need, girl? Tell me." He smiles moving his thumb in and out of her.

"You...please..." She sobs wiggling her hips in search of more contact from his finger. Daryl pulls it all the way out and spanks her again.

"So desperate...yer heat’s drivin’ ya crazy, isn't it?" he teases and two fingers work their way into her, dilating her, moving them in and out, spreading them inside her, stretching her walls, feeling her clench against his phalanges and she moans again.

"Daryl, please!" She begs him again, moving against his fingers. "Make me yours, Alpha, please!"

Daryl tenses momentarily, but his body reacts to her request, to the desperation in her voice. His cock twitches and the desire to sink into her overpowers him. He pulls out his fingers, leans his body forward, parts her folds and pushes the tip of his cock inside her. The wolf woman gasps at the sensation of his cock slowly dilating her slowly parting her wet walls that clench around his cock, Daryl grunts and pushes harder, staying fully inside her. Ixeia arches as she feels him and screams loudly as she feels completely full, his cock slowly withdraws and pushes hard inside her again. She screams again, pain and pleasure mingling each time Daryl thrusts his hips slamming agints her ass. His hand grips her waist and the other tangles in her hair pulling back, her body arches almost cruelly, Daryl leans forward never stopping his thrusting, he wraps his hand around her neck releasing her hair and squeezes her throat, his nails digging lightly into her skin. The wolf woman moans louder moving with each new thrust Daryl gives behind her, clenching around his cock sensing she is about to cum again. Daryl squeezes her neck again and bites her cheek.

"Ya wanna cum?" he whispers against her ear, slowing his thrusts, staying almost still inside her.

"Y... yes, please, Daryl..." she pushes back and the wolf's fingers tighten further on her neck. "Alpha..."

"That's what ya want, isn't it? Yer Alpha fuckin’ ya, fillin’ ya up." He growls, and starts moving fast again, thrusting uncontrollably, holding her waist now with both hands moving her body in rhythm with his own hips, feeling like he's about to cum too.

The she-wolf moans loudly, her orgasm dragging her back to near unconsciousness, she falls forward, her body held only by the hunter. Daryl hisses because he feels he is on the edge as the young woman squeezes back around his cock. He pulls out of her knowing he can't control himself anymore, he doesn't need to touch himself, he's cumming as he pulls out of her and his cum splashes her butt and lower back. He gasps holding the base of his cock moving his hand slowly up and down his length, his other hand caresses her buttock and he slips two fingers back into her pussy and he hears her moan. He moves his fingers in and out, curves them and touches that special place that makes Ixeia moan again and she clings tightly to the edge of the couch in front of her, her nails tearing the fabric. Daryl bites his lips pulling his fingers out and flips her over and positions himself on top of her. The wolf woman wraps her legs around his waist and he pushes himself back into her. She arches biting her lip and hisses painfully as Daryl strokes and rubs her over stimulated clit, but she bucks and hugs his body as he begins to move again. Thrusting hard, fast and deep, pushing her over the edge once again.

Daryl pulls his cock out as he feels her cum and again the hunter cums on her, on her stomach. She doesn't stop shaking and breathing heavily, she is exhausted and feels her whole body tremendously heavy.

Daryl lies down next to her and they both stay like that, without saying anything. Ixeia hesitates for a moment, but turns and snuggles against his chest, Daryl doesn't push her away, he puts his arm around her shoulders and caresses her skin with his fingertips.

To be Continued...

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