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wild-rise · 3 months ago

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All of It <3

MDNI 18+

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Summary: After years of pining and obsessing over you Daryl finally works up the courage to tell you how he feels.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Language, P in V, Fingering, Oral (F! Receiving), Size kink if you squint

*Knock Knock*

No answer.

*Knock Knock*

Not a single sound.

You slowly turn the doorknob into Daryl’s room and invite yourself in like it’s your second home. Walking in you hear the shower running in the bathroom, no matter. You walk through his living space observing whatever projects he has scattered across his work bench and…. *thump*. Two paws are suddenly on your back and a snout dug into your side.

“Hey Dog, my sweet boy whatcha doin!” You say excitedly to the furry companion Daryl has grown attached to over the years. You head to the couch and cuddle with Dog waiting on Daryl to finish his shower leaning your head back and enjoying the mundane moment.

Soon the water shuts off and the familiar rummaging of drawers and doors opening and closing fill the room. Daryl emerges sliding down the rest of his shirt

“Make sure to get behind the ears?” you tease him, and he looks over to you with his half smile “No, the water gets back there anyway so it’s fine, you ready to go?” he says reaching for his vest. “I hope you’re joking right? You know you have to actually scrub back there, right? I mean all that hair on your head things could be living back there Daryl you really chancing that in this day and age?” you continue badgering him till you’re outside getting on his bike.

“Clearly I scrub behind my ears damn ya think I’m that dirty?” Daryl says shaking his head at you as he throws his leg over the bike.

“I can honestly say I haven’t had the pleasure of finding out how dirty you are Dixon.” You tease him with a smirk on your face, he turns around to spare you a glance and you give him a wink. “Stop it weirdo” his cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink as he looks forward and gets you both on your way.

Every morning it was like this the two of you would go out for a hunt and scout the woods around the community trying to find whatever supplies you could for the people back home. This was the best part of your day being able to spend time out in your element while also spending time with Daryl. Life felt at peace for the first time in a long time.

“Whatta ya thinkin?” Daryl asks as you both track through the woods following the game you shot down. “Just how much I enjoy this, being out here, being able to provide and help out, being with you.” Daryl stops and stares at you like you just told him your biggest secret. “What? It’s true, this is the best part of my day, and I get to spend it with you making it even better.” You try explaining the simplicity of what you said while trying to decipher the puzzled look plastered on Daryl’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that??” you say trying to figure out what the hell he’s thinking now.

Out of nowhere Daryl’s in your space bringing his hands up to cup your face as he leans down and kisses you. At first your eyes are open in shock but as the moment progresses your lids close and you start kissing back. The kiss is slow and passionate but becomes hot and needy as Daryl slides his tongue across your bottom lip begging for entry. You happily oblige and a small whimper leaves your mouth as your tongues tangle together. You both pull away trying to catch your breath feeling dizzy. Daryl looks down at you “I’m sorry I just I dunno I, you were…. *Sigh*… I like you. You’re the best part of my day.” A smile breaks out across your face at his confession and your heart flutters. “I like you too.” You lean up to give him a chaste kiss before breaking the contact completely as much as you didn’t want to “c’mon we’re gonna lose that pig to some walkers if you don’t keep it in your pants.” You laugh as you walk ahead.

“And then he kissed me!” you hide your face in your palms to try and make the red go away.

“He kissed you AND said he liked you? When’s the wedding?” Carol says chuckling at your bashfulness.

“I’m serious I really like him but he’s my best friend I don’t want to screw it up.”

“You won’t” Carol reassures you and pats your back. “You will regret it though if you don’t even give yourself a chance to explore what this could be and every moment counts so quite worrying, get up and go find Daryl.” Her pats have now turned to light shoves as she pushes you in the direction of his house. “Okay! Okay! I’m going but if this goes wrong just remember you have to deal with me a lot more!” you shout down the street at her “I’ll take my chances!” she yells back smiling at you.

Here you were again

*Knock Kn-

The door swings open and Darryl is standing in front of you in only his jeans while shaking a towel on his head trying to dry his hair. Without even saying a word he moves aside to let you in, and you fall onto the couch letting out a dramatic sigh. “What a day huh?” you stare up at the ceiling trying to avoid staring at Daryl's naked torso, the perfect contour of his muscles that travel all the way to his massive...

“Hey, did ya hear me?” Daryl says snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Huh? What? Yeah, of course you we’re saying something about that thing for the other thing.” You tried to play it off but lying has never been your strong suit and he just lets out a sigh.

Daryl walks over to the couch and lifts your legs to sit down and brings them back up to rest over his lap looking at the ceiling now too. “You gonna be weird now?” your gaze drifts down to look at him and he’s already looking at you. “I’m not being weird I was just thinking.” Your eyes betray you as they fall to Daryl's lips, scanning his chest following his happy trail to the top of his jeans

“Ya just did it again! Ya know if this thang right here is gonna work, ya can’t just use me for my body.” Daryl jokes as he motions between the two of you. “What are you even going on about right now? I wasn’t even looking at you my god Daryl!” the embarrassment evident in your voice. “You were totally checking me out.” He says as his hands graze up your leg and he begins to tower over you. “So, what if I was?” your voice barley above a whisper as you’re both face to face with one another. “Like I said sweetheart, you can’t just use me for my body. I have feelings ya know.” Your cheeks are now beat red and there’s nowhere to hide from his teasing.

“Stop being an ass. I clearly like you for you dummy.” You bring up your arms to his chest in a sad excuse to try and push him off you, but he just laughs and holds your hands putting them above your head and intertwining your fingers in his. “I know I just like to see you get red as a damn tomato it’s cute.” His eyes were filled with playfulness trying to get any reaction out of you that he could as he chuckled at your embarrassed state. Suddenly you lean up and kiss Daryl, making the laughs quite down and now his face is just as red as yours. “Now who’s a tomato?” you let out your own light chuckle now and lean up to do it again and again and again till Daryl is hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Who knew a couple kisses would take you down.” you smile. Daryl picks his head up to look at you. “Who’s being the ass now?” he locks his eyes in on you again.

“At least I’m not a tomato”

“I’d rather be a tomato than an ass”

“Yeah, that does seem to be the better option.” You say giggling together now. Daryl’s gaze intensifies as he keeps staring from your eyes to your lips like he’s conflicted on the next move to make. Finally, he dips his head down and lightly kisses you again gently moving his lips across yours. You squeeze his hands as the kiss deepens and out of instinct you roll your hips up to meet with Daryl’s earning a soft moan from his chest.

“Ya really want this. All of it?” You know what he means. Daryl hasn’t always been the best person with the best past and he often feels he isn’t worthy of much, especially you. You’re perfect for him, everything about you makes his heart ache. From the first day Daryl met you at the quarry, he knew he was a goner, but the feeling of inadequacy kept him from pursuing you as anything other than a friend. “Yeah, I do. I’m all in Dixon. You’re stuck with me now.”

“You’ve been stuck with me from the start doll.” Daryl leans back down to capture your lips with his and the rolling of your hips starts again. He slowly moves down your jawline and neck finding that sweet spot that has you moaning out his name. He untangles your hands, bringing his down to caress the curves of your body until he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You both lean up as he takes it off throwing it on his floor and continuing to kiss you with every ounce of passion he has while he skillfully removes your bra with one hand. You break the kiss “Ah impressive, thought you’d fumble with that for a minute.” You giggle again. God, he loves the sound it just encourages him to see how many other sounds he’s able to pull out of you. “Pretty good with my hands doll.” He says leaning you both down and he gives another kiss on the lips before he’s moving down your body following the valley of your breast making sure to pay attention to each of your pebbled nipples. He latches onto one and lightly pinches the other between his fingers.

The sound of you moaning his name becoming a drug for him as he moves down further leaving kisses on your hip bones and tummy above your jeans. Taking them off gently followed by your panties Daryl is face to face with your dripping core. He can’t stop staring at the sight until his eyes flicker up at you trying to close your legs on him. “You’re a tomato again.” He laughs at you “Well you’re starring what do you expect!” you huff out in defeat “Just relax baby ima make you feel good promise.” He says as he spreads your legs holding them open by wrapping his large arms around your thighs.

“Ah fuck Daryl” you moan as he licks right through your sopping slit and circles his tongue around your clit. Damit, he knew now he could never go another day without tasting you for the rest of his life. After that Daryl dove in eating like it was his last meal on earth you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. You were so wet, and he was so messy making it the perfect combination for urging the tight feeling in your tummy to snap. “I’m gonna ah, fuc- Daryl, close ugh I’m so close please please don’t stop fuck!” Your begging and whining go straight to his cock straining on the confines of his jeans. Focusing on sucking in your clit he unwraps one of your legs and brings his hand to your core. Giving you a single finger has you arching your back and begging him for a release. “Daryl fuck please baby please.” You’re barely holding on “Let go ma it’s okay. I got you c’mon give it to me.” After his words of encouragement and returning to his assault on your clit the band in your belly finally snaps and Daryl is lapping up every last drop you have to give.

He keeps going and your hands tangle in his hair trying to push his head away from the overstimulation. He finally lets up and crashes his lips into you in a hungry kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Daryl stands up undoing his belt making the anticipation run straight to your core. Removing his jeans and boxers his cock springs free his red angry tip leaking precum slapping against his abs. He’s so fucking big. Honestly you weren’t sure what to expect but now you have a tinge of nervousness attempting to figure out how he'll fit inside you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll go slow, okay?” as if he senses your uneasiness, he crawls back on top of you giving you another loving kiss. You start to push his chest, and he lifts his head confused.

“Lay back.” You whisper against his lips and Daryl sits back against the couch his legs spread out. You get up swinging a leg over straddling his lap with his cock nestled between the two of you.

“Don’t hurt yourself doll whatta doin?” he says as you start aligning his cock with you dripping entrance.

“You’ve been doing all the work let me make you feel good too.” He looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes. With your hands gripping his shoulders you slowly start taking in his cock inch by inch with tears forming in your eyes as you finally reach the bottom. He stops you from moving by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush to his chest allowing you to adjust to his size. You both stay holding each other his cock twitching against your walls.

“As much as it turns me on with you cryin over my cock like that I waited too long for this. Don’t worry about me let me make you feel good baby.” Daryl brings you back down to the couch and slowly starts rocking his hips into you with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Fuck you feel so fuckin good doll. Never gonna let you go fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, fucking beautiful, god damnit.” Daryl continues to praise you as his pace becomes faster and his strokes start getting deeper. You’re moaning and crying out his name like a mantra you’ve never felt so much pleasure before. The added love and adoration he was pouring into you only fueled the satisfaction.

He keeps hitting that deep spot in your body just right and it has you teetering on the edge again begging for him to keep going. You cry out as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, hitting deeper than before. “Taking me so damn good doll, doing s-so fuckin good” He stutters as his hips move fast chasing both your highs. He reaches his hand down to rub fast tight circles against your clit pushing you over the edge. “Cum- Im cumm- Daryl fuck!”

“Cum on me baby c’mon, show me it’s all yours mmake a – fuck, mess on me swee-god damnit- theart.” Your release triggers Darryl’s, with his hips stuttering and hot ropes of his cum filling you up to the brim. He rides both of your highs out till his hips stop and he collapses onto of you but holding his weight to keep from crushing you. Both of you are panting like you’ve just finished running a marathon. Daryl rolls over, dragging you on top of him holding you in his arms like if he lets go, you’d disappear. Both of your faces are hidden in each other’s necks.

“I love you. I always have and I always will. It’s okay if you don’t but I just wanted ta let ya know that I love you so god damn much.” Daryl breaks the silence with his confession and tears spring to your eyes again and you bring your hands up to lift his face seeing him eye to eye.

“I love you too Daryl.” Your voice sounds so soft and sweet to his ears and hearing you say those words sends his heart thumping in his ears. “You’re still the tomato if you’re wondering” you say with a little smirk playing on your lips. “Okay ass.” he says, making you both laugh.

After cleaning up and settling into bed you drifted off to sleep curled into Daryl's chest as he lightly played with your hair while Dog slept by your feet. Daryl smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head thinking of all the moments to come that would be just like this one.

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serendipitylily · 6 months ago

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Screwin’ Around

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Summary:: Daryl finally gets tired of your teasing (inspired by my favorite season 3 carol/daryl moment)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 2.1k

The group had been running all of the harsh winter after a herd of walkers had come and destroyed the Greene’s family farm in a fiery horror. Weeks of running and hiding, trying their best to survive. Everyone was exhausted and scared, running on fumes. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping them going. Everyone except for Daryl Dixon. He seemed to be in his element out here, as if he was born to be surviving like this.

Daryl usually scouted ahead on his motorcycle, checking for any trouble they might run into. He would return to the group with food for the night, and you quickly became accustomed to the chalky taste of fire charred armadillo.

You noticed how well Daryl seemed to thrive, and decided to stick close to him. He seemed indifferent about you, not taking the time to spare you a look while you followed him around.

The days went on as you shadowed his every move, learning about how he could survive so well. Daryl slowly became accustomed to your presence, despite how annoying he found you. He started to teach you some skills like how to track and skin animals. “If you spent as much time cleaning yourself like you do that crossbow you might smell better” You had teased him one evening. Just like every other time you said something to him, he would simply scowl and grumble.

The two of you continued to stick together, or as Daryl would say you were “following him like a lost puppy.” That was until the group had stumbled upon their salvation, a prison. Of course, it was overrun by the undead. You all worked together to clear it, finally having a safe place for the first time in weeks.

The group was celebrating, all gathered around a large fire pit and chatting. You decided to sleep in one of the guard offices, wanting a roof over your head. Feeling generous, you invited Daryl to join you, “Come on Dixon, even you could use a break. I’ve got an extra sleeping bag with your name on it.” Daryl looked at you with annoyance before he begrudgingly accepted.

You creaked open the door and walked into the small guard room. The place hadn’t been touched in months and it was a shocking difference from the places you had slept before. You laid out the tattered bedrolls on the ground, making sure to leave ample space between the two.

Daryl threw his bag and crossbow down in the corner of the room, you watched how his muscles flexed as he did so. You settled down into your sleeping bag, and kicked your muddy boots off to the side.

The room was cloaked in darkness, the only light a faint flickering in through the window from the distant campfire. The silence was heavy, except the soft rustle of your movement as you settled in.

Your body had given in to the exhaustion as your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing slowed. It didn’t last long however, you found yourself struggling to stay asleep.

It was the middle of the night by now, frustrated from your inability to fall asleep you sit up with your back against the cold wall. Your gaze turns to the side as you hear Daryl stirring. The fire outside was burning low now, and you could just barely make out his silhouette as he sat up as well.

“Can’t sleep?” You questioned, your voice low and soft. He nods and grunts, his eyes glancing over at you. “Me either. It’s too quiet” you admitted to him. “Feels too… normal.”

“Normal” Daryl scoffed at the word. “Ain’t nothin’ normal ‘bout the world anymore.” You nodded in agreement, nothing could ever truly make you feel normal or safe again.

As the two of you sat in silence, you couldn’t help but study the man you had grown close to over the past weeks. He could feel your eyes burning into his skin as you stared at the imprint of his muscles under his sleeve.

“Pretty romantic don’t you think?” You said to him, leaning forward slightly. “Wanna screw around?” A small smirk on your lips as you teased him. You knew that he would probably just brush you off or tell you to shut up.

To your shock, he answered; “Oh yeah?” His voice was low and husky. You could feel your face heat up at his remark, not prepared for him to actually reply.

“Uh well-“ you tried to respond, but your brain had stopped functioning. Daryl moved over to where you sat and leaned in close to you. His eyes locked onto yours, his presence becoming overwhelming.

His lips moved down next to your face, “What, lost your nerve girl?” He murmured into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Your lips parted as you attempted to say something, anything. The only sound that managed to leave your lips was a small whimper.

“I seen the way you been lookin’ at me,” Daryl moved his large and calloused hand to cradle the side of your neck while his thumb stroked your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly, wondering if this was really happening.

His voice was a low grumble, “You ain’t gotta say nothin’” you could feel your heart pounding as he spoke. “No point in pretendin’ anymore.” You swallowed hard, your throat dry. The way he was looking down on you made you shrink under his gaze. His hand tightened slightly on your neck, gently bringing you back to the reality of his touch against your skin. “You sure you want this?” He whispered against your skin.

“Yes,” you said back, you could feel your face growing red with anticipation. Daryl pulled back, a small smirk on his lips as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up and over your head in a swift movement. He paused for a moment as his eyes moved to study your exposed skin with a hunger that made you shiver.

Daryl moved down quickly, capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered shut and both of your bodies pressed together, you slung your arms around his neck to pull him in. You could hear ringing in your ears as his tongue slipped against your bottom lip, you parted them slightly to allow him access. His large hands roamed your body, stroking and grabbing at your flesh. You inhaled his scent, the mix of musk, leather and smoke mingling in your nostrils.

His mouth moved down to your jawline, peppering hot kisses against your skin. You groaned loudly in response, your body arching and begging for more. Daryl’s hands moved lower to the hem of your jeans, sending electricity through your body.

He pushed your back flush against the cold wall, the contrast between the chill and the heat of your bodies together heightened your senses. You felt his lips move down your throat, the stubble of his beard scratching against your skin as his mouth went to your navel. Daryl’s fingers moved to the button’s on your jeans and quickly undid them, promptly tugging your jeans off.

The cold air hit your legs as Daryl tossed your jeans aside. He ran his hands up your thighs, his calloused and rough hands gliding over your skin. Your breaths were soft and ragged, you could see a hunger in Daryl’s eyes that made your core ache.

His lips met yours again, kissing you rough and urgently. His large hands found your waist and pressed your harder against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Once again his lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while leaving marks you knew would last for days.

“You still with me girl?” Daryl pulled back slightly, whispering into your skin. All you could manage was a nod, too overwhelmed to make a coherent sentence. He smirked at you, his hand snaking down to your cotton panties, teasing the edge of them with his fingers. He slipped his hand underneath the fabric, his finger’s finding your slick heat. You let out a guttural moan and felt your body tense as he explored your folds. “So wet for me” he said, a smirk on his lips.

All you could do was nod frantically as he found your bundle of nerves. He set an excruciatingly slow pace, stroking and teasing you. Your hips bucked against his touch, begging for more. Daryl pressed two fingers firmly against your bud and began to circle it rhythmically, occasionally dipping back into your folds. You threw your head back and stabled yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders.

Daryl suddenly withdrew his hand, making your whimper in frustration. Before you could say anything, he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties and pulled them off in one fluid motion. “Ain’t done with you yet.” He growled.

He pushed himself between your legs, you could feel his hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans as he grinded against your sensitive heat. Your hands moved to the button’s of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on yours. He helped you and shrugged the fabric off of him, exposing his hard muscles underneath. Your fingers traced his chest, feeling how his body tensed under your touch.

Daryl undid his belt, looking down at you as it hit the floor with a clang. He pushed his jeans down, exposing his throbbing cock. You moaned as you saw his hand move to stroke the girthy length, the tip glistened with pre-cum. He moved to position himself between your legs and rubbed the tip along your wet folds with a groan.

“This what you want?” He questioned, his eyes scanning yours. You nodded again, your body tensing with anticipation.

“Use your words girl” Daryl commanded you, his voice hard.

“Yes please” you whimpered, your voice heavy with need. That was all he needed before filling you up with a slow thrust of his hips.You could feel his body tensing with the effort it was taking him not to start fucking you wildly.

“Fuck” He hissed as he completely sheathed himself inside you. He began to move, rocking his hips back and forth. Your arms reached out to his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh, his cock stretching and filling you. Daryl’s hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he thrust into you. He starts slowly, allowing your walls to mold around the shape and size of his cock.

His dark hair falls over his face as he towers over you, pinning your body with his muscular one. “Daryl-” you whimpered, barely able to form more than one word as he continued to thrust into you.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice a low growl in your ear.

“Daryl,” you gasped out, your voice breaking as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. He rewarded you quickly by driving himself even deeper into you. His cock easily slid in and out of your slick, leaving you gripping his shoulders for support, your nails biting into his skin.

Every thrust made your body shudder, the knot in your stomach tightening with each roll of his hips. "That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he kept his relentless pace. "Just like that." He groaned your name as your hips bucked up to meet his movements, loving the friction between your bodies.

"Daryl-" You whimpered once again, feeling the pleasure building up within you. He cursed, pounding into you with a newfound intensity. His rough, calloused hands rubbed against you as he fucked you up against the wall.

"Soon," Daryl warned you as he leaned in to nip at your neck. You could feel your release building, your core tightening painfully.

You let out a deep moan, your body shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm waved over you. Your walls clenched and throbbed around his hard cock. Seeing you unravel underneath him sent a shock through him, his hips snapping hard against your skin. His cock twitched inside you as he reached his finish. Your hips bucked against his, his body shuddering as he came deep inside you. His hot seed spilled deep inside you. His body was trembling against yours, every muscle flexing as he came down from his orgasm.

Daryl pulled out of you, his seed dripping from your folds onto the floor as he collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes tightly, your breathing ragged as you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you spoke for a moment, both of your bodies relaxing from the intense coupling.

Daryl moved to lay next to you, his calloused hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together with surprising gentleness. "Rest," he ordered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. You smiled softly, a warmth spreading through your chest.

Your eyes fluttered shut, falling into a peaceful sleep with Daryl next to you.

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keanusbabydoll · 1 month ago

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If you're taking requests, how about a daryl x reader with him hunting you through the woods. Y'know, the classic predator/prey thing. Maybe when he catches you, he uses his knife on you. Not to like seriously hurt the reader, but he knows she thinks he looks hot using a knife. Feel free to not write this if It makes you uncomfortable, though.

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a/n: anything for you guys!! i looove this one.<3

paring: daryl dixon x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, p in v, unprotected p in v, rough sex, dom!daryl, slight knife play, knife kink, daddy kink, age gap, fingering, slight edging, slight spanking, degrading, praising

wordcount: 2.2k

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it was a crisp morning when rick approached you and daryl, suggesting the two of you head out to scout for food. the group needed supplies, and he knew that daryl was the best hunter in the group—and that you, after months of being together, had become a skilled tracker in your own right.

it wasn’t the first time you were out alone and let’s say you were more than just excited.

being alone on a scavenger hunt with daryl always ended up with you getting your brains fucked out against a tree. and you couldn’t get enough of it. there would be no annoying rick or michonne who constantly interrupt you or ask daryl to guard at the gates. there, it was just the two of you.

as soon as you stepped into the woods the calming scent of damp earth and pine needles filled your nose. you looked to your right and found daryl adjusting his crossbow, his sharp blue eyes scanning the area for any walkers. hell, only the sight of him made you drool and hold yourself back to not jump on him. the way his muscles flexed and his shirt hugged his trained form so perfectly.

you needed him dearly, the forming wet spot in your panties only prove of it. and you definitely knew how to get what you want.

just as daryl seemed to have prepared everything you glanced over your shoulder with a smirk, arms folded over your chest. “you know daryl,” you teased, “if i wanted to hide out here, you’d never find me.”

he snorted softly, not looking at you. “that so?” you took a step closer, leaning into his space. “you’re good, dixon. but not that good. you’d be wandering around these woods all night.”

now you got his attention.

daryl’s lips twitched into a faint smirk as he finally turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing like he was already sizing you up.

underestimating daryl’s abilities? bad idea.

“you’re talkin’ a lotta shit for someone i could catch in under five minutes.” he stated, your words definitely affecting him. “prove it.” you challenged, your voice low and teasing. you could already feel your heart racing at what would happen next.

for a moment, he just stared at you, the weight of his predatory gaze making your breath hitch. then, without a word, he reached out and gripped your upper arm firmly, his expression shifting into something darker. “you better run, girl. clock’s tickin’.” your heart skipped a beat as soon as the words left his mouth and for a second, you hesitated, but the glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t kidding.

and you were fucking in for it.

you turned on your heels and bolted into the woods, the adrenaline kicking in almost instantly. the forest felt alive as you weaved through the trees and your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of excitement and something far more primal.

you eventually found a spot—a large tree covered in ivy. its wide trunk provided the perfect hiding place. carefully, to not make any sound, you knelt down and pressed your back against it, trying to catch your breath. you knew daryl well enough to know that he’d take his time, moving silently, stalking you like his prey. the thought of it sent shivers down your spine.

but honestly, you would’ve loved to hide somewhere really obvious only for him to find you after a minute. that’s how much you fucking craved this man. but then again, you knew that he would remind you forever that you were hiding this poorly. and the thrill of not knowing when he’d find you, got you even more excited.

the forest was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. but then, you heard it—a soft, deliberate footstep. your breath caught in your throat. he was close.

you leaned ever so slightly to peek around the tree, scanning the woods for any sign of him. nothing.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief, relaxing back against the tree.

big mistake.

in a flash, a strong hand gripped your arm, yanking you to your feet. you barely had time to yelp before your back was slammed against the rough bark of the tree harshly. daryl loomed over you, his chest heaving from the exertion of the chase, his piercing eyes locking into yours. without you even fully realizing it, he held his sharp knife against your throat— not enough to hurt you but still to show you who’s in charge.

“thought ya could hide from me, huh?” his voice was low and gravelly, dripping with dominance. your eyes drifted down to the blade against your throat, your heartbeat quickening. “guess i was wrong.” you whispered, finding his gaze again.

“stupid lil’ thing.” he murmured as he began to trace the tip of the blade along your jawline, down your throat and to your exposed collarbone— leaving soft white lines. you tried to stifle a moan but the undeniable tension and daryl’s dominance made this impossible.

and he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

given the fact how pathetically you were rubbing your thighs together to gain just a tiny bit of friction. “you’re such a lil’ slut, doll.” he growled as he let the knife wander down to your tits, his eyes following it closely. “only for you, daddy.” you quietly whimpered, batting your eyelashes at him.

“yeah?” he amusingly huffed out before he captured your lips in a heated kiss— rough and demanding. his free hand gripped your waist to pull you closer as you moaned into the kiss as you felt his hard cock pressing against your lower belly.

he ached for you just as much as you ached for him.

his blade once again nestled on your throat, this time pressing a little harder, knowing it would rile you up even more.

he pushed his tongue past your lips, claiming you as his as he devoured your sweet taste. your tongues fought for dominance but daryl obviously took the lead, not letting you win this battle. the hand that lingered on your waist now grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it harshly. in reply you just pressed yourself harder against him, wordlessly signing him that you longed for more.

you felt him smirk into your kiss and he slowly let his hand glide down your body, stopping at the edge of your jeans. “please, daddy.” you whimpered softly against his lips, staring up at him with the prettiest doe eyes you got.

“what d’ya want?” he teasingly asked, his fingers inching very slowly down your pants. “you, daddy! touch me please.” your plea made his dick twitch in anticipation, he always thought you were so hot when you begged. you impatiently pushed your hips toward his fingers- your cunt was burning for his touch.

“can’t say no now, can i?” he sarcastically retorted as he finally dipped his digits inside your panties. immediately, he began to rub your clit in slow, circular motions, eliciting a relieved sigh from you. again, he trailed his knife down your body before he put it back into its sheath. he expertly opened your jeans one-handed and pushed it with your panties below your ass, giving him more access. daryl almost lost it when he saw your glistening cunt on display.

“you’re fuckin’ drippin’.” he lowly rasped, sliding a finger down to your soaked entrance, wetting the tip of it. “just for you.” you mumbled, tangling your fingers in his hair. “good fuckin’ girl.”

in the blink of an eye he had two of his digits knuckle deep in your pussy, your wetness allowed him to slide in with ease. “ah- fuck!” you mewled, gripping his hair tighter. daryl pressed his lips to yours again as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt in a steady pace, his other hand was back at your tit, groping it feverishly. jolts of pure pleasure crashed through your body as he suddenly curled his fingers and stimulated your sweet spot. “right there.” you squeaked, leaning your head back against the tree.

daryl only took this as a sign and thrusted his fingers faster and rougher inside of you, your walls instantly clamping down on him. he began to lick and suck on your neck, occasionally biting down on your hot flesh. the squelching sounds your pussy made got his dick even harder, needing to be inside of you.

you were a moaning mess, his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your high but then he suddenly pulled them out of you. “wha-“ you began but daryl interrupted you mid-sentence by gripping your waist and turning you around.

“can’t wait any longer.” he mumbled sharply as you heard him fiddling with his belt. with heavy breaths you stared over your shoulder and caught him unzipping his pants. hastily, he pulled down his boxers, making his fully erect cock spring free.

he pumped himself a few times, precum already dripping from the tip, before he stepped closer toward you.

daryl quickly guided his redend tip to your slick entrance, rubbing it up and down teasingly. “ready?” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. you frantically nodded your head and when you finally felt him push into you, your world turned upside down.

there was no other feeling, than his cock stretching you painfully open, that could make you feel this euphoric.

with a rough thrust of his hips he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. a loud whimper escaped your throat, followed by strings of sinful moans. daryl’s head arched back at your tight walls wrapping around him so deliciously. “never gonna get tired of your tight lil’ pussy.” he growled, immediately starting off with a fast pace, not giving you any chance to get used to his size.

his hands gripped your hips tightly and he just increased his speed, making sure you could feel every inch of him. you yearned it, desperately trying to meet each thrust. “you’re so big, daddy.” you yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at his bruising thrusts. “ya can take it.” he growled in reply.

the sound of your skin clapping together lingered in the air, only mushing your brains up. daryl pushed your legs apart and made you arch your back painfully, allowing the tip of his cock to brush exactly against that one spot, nestled deep inside of you, that made you go feral. your nails scraped harshly against the tree bark, eyes tightly closed. “you like that, huh?” he asked you breathlessly, “you like my cock stretching you open?” he pistoned into you like a man on a mission.

“yes! i love it!” you purred as he continued to fuck you straight into oblivion. “dirty whore.” daryl growled as he sent a harsh slap to your ass, receiving a high pitched moan from you. to add fuel to your pleasure, he reached around your middle and let his middle finger draw messy circles on your puffy clit. “god, daryl! don’t stop!” you cried out, feeling your orgasm slowly build up.

daryl himself was close to his high, hammering into your tight hole in an animalistic way. your knees began to buckle as he flicked his finger faster- determined to coax an orgasm out of you.

he knew exactly what you liked and how you liked it to get you to your release in an instant.

“gonna cum?” daryl whispered in your ear, kissing the spot just beneath it. “mhm, close.” you managed to let out—his dick was the only thing in you could really think of.

daryl rolled his hips even rougher and quicker than you thought was possible, his cock twitching uncontrollably- always a sign that he was on the verge of cumming. “‘m gonna cum.” he utterly growled through gritted teeth. the only thing that daryl wanted more than anything was to feel you gush all over his cock. “me too!” you whimpered pathetically, knowing that you will cum any second.

“now.” daryl commanded, using a second finger on your clit. “oh my fucking—” a scream tore from your throat, interrupting yourself with another yelp. you were sent straight to heaven as a powerful orgasm took over your whole body.

quick gasps left your mouth as you clutched on the tree in any way you could.

feeling you cum around him and your pussy clamping down on his shaft, daryl’s hips began to stutter as the contraction sent him over the edge with you.

he kept rubbing your now sensitive nub and slammed his hips a few more times against your ass before they sputtered to a stop. reluctantly, he pulled out of your pussy, a sharp hiss falling from your lips.

“was that enough prove?” he mocked you while smacking your ass.

“maybe.” you replied defiantly and pulled your jeans and panties up, still trying to catch your breath.

“you’ll never learn to shut that cheeky mouth of yours.” he stated irritatingly, adjusting his pants as well.

“nope.”

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Finding Refuge.

Chapter Three

Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse with Terry Richmond

I feel the darkness inside me like a creature curled up in my chest, breathing smoke and fire. It is always there. It weighs on me. It's not contained by anything but my own skin. Sometimes it sleeps. Sometimes it doesn't…

“How much longer?”

Terry paused within the dark and narrow underground tunnel. The luminance levels inside the tunnel are much lower than outside, making it difficult for his eyes to adjust.

“Nearly there…” Rae’s voice echoed.

Terry released a frustrated sigh before continuing along behind her.

“So, you sure you haven’t seen Mike around here at all?” Terry pestered.

“I’m certain. You sure you don’t have a picture?” Rae asked.

“Nothing. He took all his things. Including his ID…”

After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached their destination.

Terry’s hazel eyes took in the area filled with helpless people. They’d created an environment beneath the streets of Woodsbury to remain safe. Tents were pitched, canned goods and other food items were pilled high within a corner. Mothers coddled their children. It was a refuge.

“This way…”

Rae startled Terry by grabbing his hand to lead him along. His breath hitched and he dropped his hard gaze to stare down at their connected hands. The difference in size he took notice of. They stopped in front of an area with supplies and Rae crouched down to search. Terry could feel eyes burning holes into the back of his head. He looked around, taking note of the few who were curious about him. None of which looked pleased.

“Let me see your arm…Terry?”

He focused his attention back onto Rae.

“Your arm. Can I see it?”

She was holding up some gauze and saline.

Terry curled his arm, exposing the bloody abrasion. Rae went to work cleaning him off with saline. Terry didn’t take his eyes off of her for one second. Rae peeked up at him through her lashes with a sheepish smile.

“You from ‘round here?” Terry asked with steadfast eyes.

“No…I’m from Atlanta. Spent most of my youth in Decatur…”

“Hm…”

Terry staked out the area again with cautious eyes. He took note of people whispering and eyeing him down with curiosity. He didn’t like it. Hated it, actually.

“You?”

Terry brought his eyes that appeared golden down at her face.

“North Carolina.”

“Far way from home.”

“No choice.”

Rae applied some antibiotic ointment to his wound and wrapped him nice and tight with tube gauze. Terry admired her work and how professional it was.

“‘Ppreciate you. Were you a nurse?”

“No. My mother was.”

Terry’s eyes fluttered with interest. He quickly tamed those thoughts and created space between them.

“Thanks for patching me up, I’ll be on my way.”

The footsteps of someone approaching from behind put Terry on guard and he turned quickly to face them.

“Rae, who is this?”

An older woman with coarse, salt and pepper hair pulled back from her face approached them cautiously with a whisper. She had a kind face, but the stress lines on her forehead and the corners of her mouth told him that she worried often. Her dark brown eyes fell towards Terry, eyeing him up and down.

“Mildred…this is Terry.”

Mildred glanced over her shoulder.

“Where did you come from?” Mildred questioned sternly.

Terry took his time responding. He stared into Mildred’s eyes with an unwavering determination. He could feel Rae’s eyes on him, silently telling him to say something.

“He’s an outsider,” Mildred spoke with a low tone through clenched teeth, “The others will return, Rae. They’ll get violent—”

“Who are the others?” Terry asked, more so towards Rae.

“We consider them to be our watchers and hunters. They scout the area for potential threats and they gather supplies and food…”

“Like the one that tried to kill me?”

Mildred cut her eyes to Terry’s wounded forearm wrapped in bandages. She slowly shook her head before her face morphed into anger.

“Rae…what have you done? He could have been infected by the walkers!”

Others began to notice them. They started hovering closer, accusatory eyes glued to Terry. Terry placed one hand on his hip, ready to discharge his gun immediately if anyone so much as tried him. He had a shotgun and a crossbow too.

“He wasn’t infected,” Rae stepped closer to Mildred, “He’s here to find his cousin. That’s all. He came all this way to find him. I’m just trying to help. Isn’t that what we do? Help those in need of shelter?”

Mildred shook her head and pursed her lips in disapproval, “Through inspection FIRST. You know this. Do you not remember what happened the last time? You can’t be so ignorant, Rae. This is dangerous.”

Rae was ready to protest, but Terry placed his imposing frame in front of Mildred, staring down at the woman with an intense expression on his face. He was tired, frustrated, angry. He didn’t have time for this. Mike was his priority.

“I’m not here to cause problems. Rae offered to help me, so I came along. If your so called protectors keep a close eye on what the fuck is going on around here, then they should know about my cousin. His walkie was found by Rae. Somebody knows something, and I’m gon’ get to the bottom of it. Even if that means violence.”

Mildred’s eyelids fluttered as she looked Terry in the eyes.

“You get me?” Terry looked back at Rae, “Thank you for helping me. But I think it’s best I do this on my own. Too many innocent people here…”

Terry’s hazel eyes scanned the underground refugees with remorse. Women, children, elderly. He could feel their pain. He could sense their sadness and worry. He wondered if Mike had found this place while passing through. Did the protectors feel threatened? Did they cast him out and left him unguarded? The more his mind whirled, the more rage consumed him.

They were living in a post–apocalyptic world filled with zombies. You’d think that would bring people together to fight back against evil. No. Silly of him to think so.

“I’ll be on my way,” Terry gave Rae one final look before bowing his head, “Be safe out here.”

“Terry, wait—”

“Let him go, Rae. He can’t stay,” Mildred gripped Rae’s wrist firm, “It’s for the best.”

Rae turned and scowled at Mildred, “Let go of me.”

“If you leave, you can’t come back.” Mildred spoke with malice laced in her voice.

“Good. I’d rather leave then stay here surrounded by a bunch of people that would rather hurt someone than help them—”

“ENOUGH!”

Mildred’s grip on Rae’s hand tightened. Panicked, Rae went into fight mode, prying Mildred’s fingers from her tiny wrist. Others rushed over, trying their best to get between them.

“She’s going to sabotage what we’ve done! Don’t let her leave!”

Mildred’s nails sank painfully into Rae’s wrist. Rae pulled and pulled, knocking Mildred over. Arms laced around Rae’s body to bind her, and she began kicking and screaming. Distant cries from children filled the air as they witnessed the brewing chaos.

“Get off of me! LET ME GO! Get your hands OFF OF ME!”

Pop! Pop!

Frightened screams filled the air. Everyone went still after ducking for safety. Rae followed the sound of a gun and her wide eyes fell on Terry. He had a pistol in his left hand, aimed towards the stone roof of the tunnel. Debris and tiny pebbles fell from its place around him, staining his shirt with dust. Mothers held their children in protective embraces while others coward away. Terry’s no nonsense approach with sharp eyes took in the faces of those around him before his gaze locked in on Rae.

“Get away from her.” Terry spoke with an even yet threatening voice.

Rae wiggled her way out of whoever was holding her back and stared down at the scratches on her wrist that Mildred was responsible for. She glared at the older woman that stared back at her with a guilty expression.

“Rae, you okay?”

Terry lowered his weapon.

“…yeah.”

She looks around her before brushing past them to grab as much as she could.

“You won’t make it out of here alive, Rae.”

Rae paused, turning her attention to Mildred and the others who stood behind her, silently defending the woman Rae once felt safe with.

“Watch me.”

Rae made a beeline for her things and as she packed what she could, Terry stood watch with his gun at the ready. He didn’t take his eyes off of anyone. Rae took long strides towards Terry with a backpack and a carryon. She paused, giving everyone in that tunnel one final look. Her eyes shined with tears as she locked eyes with the children she helped tend to.

“Rae. Are you coming or not?”

She looked Terry in the eyes. He stared back unblinking.

“I am.”

——

Leaves and branches crunched beneath their feet as they made their way through the woods of Sedonia. Terry Richmond silently watched beyond the overgrown trees, keeping an eye out for any threats. A gently breeze swept through Rae’s braids as the sun began to set. Darkness was fast approaching. Rustling in the distance stilled his footsteps. Rae collided with Terry’s broad frame. He put out a large hand, touching her arm to stop her from moving. Rae’s heart skipped a beat when she’d heard a noise.

She glanced up at the back of Terry’s head. Her eyes descended to his arm and she stopped at his hand that had a tight squeeze on his crossbow. He looked down on her and pressed a finger to his lips for her to remain calm and silent. He steadied himself so that his movements wouldn’t create noise and began fixing his crossbow to strike. Rae watched with keen interest, wondering to herself what exactly Terry had seen.

His bow rose, the stock of the crossbow pressed against his shoulder. He adjusted the spring with his thick, skillful fingers before bringing one hazel eye to the scope. Finger on the trigger, he pressed down, the arrow releasing and whizzing through the trees.

Arrkkkkkkkk!

Rae’s breath hitched.

Terry slowly lowered his crossbow, jaw clenching and chest rapidly moving.

Rae could hardly see what Terry was looking at, but from the sound of his target, it was definitely a zombie. He wordlessly grabbed her hand and they quickly weaved through the trees. Rae’s chest burned as she sucked in air, feet pushing against the earth to keep up with Terry’s long legs. She was afraid to fall. Afraid to trip and slow them down.

Terry Richmond reminded her of a soldier. Everything about him. Physically and mentally tough. Proficient. Her grip tightened on his hand, afraid that if his hold on her slipped, he’d disappear and she’d be left alone to die. Despite being apart of the refuge within the tunnels, she’d always known that the protectors of their group weren’t to be trusted. Her suspicions were correct when she’d witnessed what they’d done to a friend of hers.

They fed him to the zombies.

All because he didn’t agree with their policies.

Rae knew that if she stood up for herself, she’d end up like them. Food for the flesh eating monsters. Terry’s entrance into her world gave her a beacon of hope.

“MOVE!”

Terry’s booming voice alerted Rae to the severity of their situation. Gunshots sounded off in the distance, drawing in closer and closer. Rae tried her best to focus in front of her, but the fear of a bullet piercing her back weighed heavy on her conscious.

“I’m trying!”

Her bags were heavy, her thighs burned, and she was in need of her inhaler.

“I ca–can hardly breathe!”

They were fast approaching a warehouse surrounded by a tall chain link fence. Rae’s vision blurred and her throat constricted as she tried her best to breathe in and out. She was going to collapse at this rate.

Pop! Pop! BANG! BANG!

Wood splintered from a bullet that zipped past her head as they ran. Shaky breaths escaped her and just then her foot caught on a root. Rae toppled over, almost bringing Terry to the ground with her if it wasn’t for his controlled balance. Her eyes were spooked as she looked up at Terry. He remained calm, which shocked her despite the threats of the protesters looming closer and the zombies.

“C’mon, I got you. Push up! Quickly!”

Pop! POW!

Terry ducked down and he reached over Rae’s smaller frame to uproot the branch that had trapped her foot. Dirt sprinkled her face as she kicked herself free. With one strong arm, Terry lifted Rae to her feet and without another pause he dragged her along.

“We have to climb! Can you climb?!”

They halted their efforts before the chain link fence. Terry yanked Rae’s bags from her body and strong arm tossed them over the tall fence like he was a Shot Put Thrower. It landed in a heap on the other side. He quickly removed his crossbow and shot gun, leaving a handgun in the waistband of his jeans. They went over the fence, colliding loudly with the ground.

With little time left, Terry urged Rae to climb. She’d climbed the fence before, but the thought of being minutes away from death had her clumsy. Terry stood behind her and with force he placed his hands on her butt, hiking her up the fence as she climbed.

“GO! Don’t stop, Rae! UGH!”

Her fingers pricked the sharp edges of the fence, drawing blood. As the wind picked up, the knowledge of the zombies making their way towards them petrified her. She made it to the top of the fence, swinging one leg over, her jeans ripping from the fence. As she made her way down to safety, she stared ahead, eyes wide as she watched them sprint towards them. Terry climbed with precision and speed.

“Terry!”

He flung himself over and dropped down, falling to his side. Rae joined him, helping him up to his feet.

“They’re coming…they…”

Rae clutched her chest. Terry grabbed their things and threw Rae over his shoulder. He ran for his life, sprinting through the dry grass towards the abandoned warehouse. Gunfire erupted and right before the made it inside, Terry lost his footing as a bullet pierced his shoulder blade.

“AH!”

He dropped to one knee. Rae tugged on his shirt, bringing him further inside as Terry pushed with his feet. He stood and watched as the protectors crowded the fence with their guns pointed at them. Terry released a huff, peeking at them through a broken window. Rae rummaged through her bag and grabbed hold of her inhaler. She wrapped her lips around it and pushed, her lungs filling with the medicine. Instantly, she felt relief.

Exhaling, she rose to her feet. Her eyes fell to the blood stain on the back of his shirt and the hole where the bullet had entered. Thankfully, she’d brought some medical supplies with her. She also has experience in treating wounds. Something she had to teach herself. Just in case she ended up in a situation such as this.

“You’re bleeding out…”

Terry glanced down at her over his shoulder, sweat trickling down his face and neck.

“I’ll handle it. Right now…we need to find a way out of here. Fast.”

Rae studied the old, abandoned industrial building they were inside of. A factory that had been shut down for many years. Long shadows gave an eerie feeling. The building had been waiting for demolition. It gave her a grunge vibe. A floating crane was suspended high above them, creaking from the old chains and iron beams keeping it steady.

“I found Mike’s walkie in this area, along the outer perimeter…”

Terry flexed his back. Pain decorated his face but he remained stoic throughout. He turned his face away to spit before licking his lush lips that were covered with an overgrown mustache.

“So…he must have been hiding here…I bet your protectors knew about it…”

Terry crouched down to grab his shotgun, looping it over his head to rest across his back.

“I guess they don’t plan to climb. Figured since we’re inside, they can keep us trapped.”

Terry retrieved his crossbow. Rae grabbed her bags and silently followed Terry as he walked further into the warehouse. Their movements echoed, broken glass cracking beneath their feet. Darkness blanketed them, and Rae wondered if Terry planned to stay for the evening.

“There’s a back exit. Look.”

Terry pointed to an exposed backway where automatic doors used to be long ago. Pure black stared back at her. She opened her backpack to retrieve a flashlight. Tapping it against her hand, it ignited. Terry looked down at her as she handed it to him.

“You need to keep behind me at all times. We have to keep moving…”

“Okay. Just…don’t get us killed.”

Terry elevated a brow at her but didn’t respond.

As they walked, Rae grabbed Terry’s hand. He cut his eyes at her before tightening his hold. Their fingers interlocked, the roughness of his palm against hers warm and steady. They made it out, flashlight quickly scanning the clearing. The fence stopped at a certain point because of a hill. Any one of them could be waiting to jump out at them. Even a zombie could be there, reaching out their decaying arms.

“Let’s go!”

Terry dashed and Rae was behind him at the same speed

Pop! Pop!

Terry yelled for Rae to duck when a few men came out of hiding. Terry got down on one knee and with his handgun he aimed, firing rounds at them at a speed they weren’t prepared for. Rae watched as each of their bodies fell beneath the moonlight.

“Almost there,” Terry helped Rae up and they continued running. She stepped over a dead body, glancing down into the face of someone she’d recognized. He was just a kid. His dead eyes scared her, causing her to look away.

They made it to the hill, and when they got there, Terry raised his gun again, the bullet entering a zombies chest but it didn’t subdue it. More filtered from the trees, dragging their undead bodies towards the scent of the three lifeless men Terry had killed.

——

Rae had done the unexpected.

Terry could feel himself being tugged on. Rae had pulled the shotgun from him and aimed it at the zombies that were showing themselves. She cocked the gun and blasted off chunks of their withered, grotesque bodies. Terry finished off the ones that weren’t completely dead with precise headshots.

The odor of their flesh permeated the air around them along with the smell of gunpowder. Terry watched as Rae’s arms shook from the shock of it all. He approached her, hands on her arms, guiding the shotgun down. He wrenched it from her grasp and flung it over him again. Rae was trying to process things, body rigid.

“Rae…it’s okay.”

Terry rubbed her back to calm her down. She slowly turned to face him. Her doe eyes blinked up at him as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I–I thought I was going to die…”

“…I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

They stared at each other for a beat longer. Terry was the first to break eye contact. Those were eyes to get swept away in. Now was not the time to feel anything. He wasn’t there for Rae. Or so he thought. Mike was his main priority.

“It’s late. We need to find a place to lay low until the morning.”

Terry’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten in hours.

“Somewhere concealed.”

Terry looked at Rae. She pondered his words.

“…there’s a watchtower…not far from here…but there may be protectors there.”

“Good,” Terry squared his shoulders, “Then I can get some answers.”

Terry started walking, Rae on his heels.

“They usually have the place surrounded. It’s a death trap.”

Terry chuckled, “if you haven’t noticed by now, everywhere’s a death trap.” He laughed sarcastically.

“The one that watches from the tower has a rifle. They could shoot us down before we even get to them.”

Terry climbed the dirt hill with a sense of urgency.

“And I have the skills to evade them.”

Terry turned, reaching out his hands. Rae stepped closer and Terry lifted her up and over a stone that was too high up for her to climb over. He sat her down and Rae took that moment to stare up at the giant before her.

“You were a soldier?”

“A Marine veteran.”

“Oh…that explains things.”

Terry tilted his head at Rae.

“Lead the way to the tower. You know this area better than I do.”

Rae looked from left to right with uncertainty.

“Rae, you gotta have more faith in me. We didn’t make it all this way for you to act like I ain’t capable.”

“Fair,” she released a sigh, “It’s this way.”

“Go head,” Terry motioned for her to step in front of him.

Rae accepted the flashlight and began walking westward. Terry had his crossbow aimed at the trees surrounding them. He would stop Rae every few steps, aiming the light at the surrounding area to see if any zombies were nearby. They were probably flooding the warehouse by now with those three dead bodies scattered.

After thirty minutes, a watch tower standing tall on beams with a staircase was up ahead.

Rae and Terry hid behind a tree. From their view, they couldn’t make out anyone on the steps, but there was someone within the tower. The constant movement of a light similar to that of a lighthouse moved around and aimed low.

“This will make it easy for us. We have to stay away from the light.”

Rae turned off her flashlight and Terry took the lead again.

“Gimme your hand.”

Hand in hand, they crouched as they moved. When the light made its way toward them, Terry would pick up speed, sprinting in the opposite direction. The light circled back and Terry charged forward until they were safely out of sight.

“It’s a long way up,” Terry studies the distance, “I want you to stay behind me at all times. Here,” Terry removed his shot gun, handing it to Rae, “Use this if you have to. You know how to handle that thing better than me.”

The teasing look in his eyes and the glimmer of a smile beneath his mustache and scruffy facial hair gave him a youthful look. Rae gave him a small smile that disappeared just as fast when he’d turned his back on her and started making his way up.

They climbed and climbed, Rae periodically turning to make sure she wasn’t being followed. Nearly at the top, Terry slowed his ascent, pausing to look down at Rae.

“Stay here.” He mouthed.

Rae nodded her head and held her place, afraid to look out over the railing because of her fear of heights. The darkness didn’t help make things easier. One false move and she could fall to her death. Rae shut her eyes tight and took calming breaths with the shotgun pressed firm against her chest.

Terry Richmond took measured steps up the last flight of stairs. Finally, he tiptoed forward until he was staring at the back of a man about his height but with a slimmer build. He wore a gray beanie with a heavy–duty utility jacket and dark brown cargos. His feet were covered in dirty Timberland boots. He had a rifle perched next to him while his left hand aimed the flashlight around and his right hand held a pair of binoculars over his eyes.

Terry slowly raised his handgun, aiming it at the back of his head. Too bad he miscalculated things. Another man was hiding in the shadows. He pushed the door shut and pounced, putting Terry in a headlock. The Watcher turned on his heels, dropping the binoculars and aiming the flashlight at a struggling Terry’s face.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

The Watcher appeared to be a biracial male with a clean shaven face. His beady eyes stared daggers at Terry.

“Answer the question, asshole!” The man holding Terry hostage spoke.

Terry writhed before pushing backwards, the man colliding with the door. Terry’s elbow flew into his chest and he gripped the arm around his neck, using all his brunt strength to twist his arm in the opposite direction. The man shouted in pain so loud he could probably be heard from a distance. Free, Terry planted his fist against The Watchers nose, sending him flailing backwards against the railing.

“Come here!”

Terry put up his fist and started throwing blows, jabbing the burly man that grabbed him in the throat and then hooking him in the stomach. He bent over and Terry sent his knee into his face, cracking his front teeth.

The door flew open and Rae entered with the shotgun raised. She aimed it at the man against the railing, watching as he raised his hands.

“I thought I told you to wait for my signal?” Terry chastised Rae.

She ignored him, too focused on the man before her staring down the barrel of the shotgun.

“Don’t move!” She ordered.

“Rae?”

The Watcher squinted his eyes with a mixture of confusion and betrayal.

Terry was busy with his handgun pointed down at the man that tried to subdue him. He was rolling around on the floor of the tower, clutching onto his arm that was sure to be splintered. Terry glanced over and looked between Rae and The Watcher.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

Rae hesitated to speak. She gave Terry a weary look.

“I’m leaving the refuge, Billy”

“Leaving? Where the fuck do you expect to go?”

Billy’s eyes landed on Terry with a glare.

“Him? He’s an outsider.”

Terry took slow steps toward Billy.

“Does the name Mike sound familiar to you?”

Billy sized Terry up with a curl of his lip.

“Answer the question.” Terry commanded with his hazel eyes threatening.

“How does he look?” Billy respond with frustration.

“About six feet, slim, black, hair similar to mine. He had on a grey shirt with long sleeves and black pants. Carried a camouflage backpack…”

Billy tried to picture Mike in his mind. His eyes scanned the floor. His eyes widened with recognition.

“…light voice? Goatee?”

Terry froze.

“…yeah. Where did you see him.”

Billy looked between Rae and Terry. Terry turned his attention to Rae. Her expression was hard to read. She could feel his eyes on her, and when she looked at him, he got a sense that she knew more than what she claimed. Terry’s stomach muscles tightened.

Agitated, Terry pointed his gun at Billy with a firm grip.

“Enough of this shit! Where the fuck is Mike?!!!”

“Why the fuck should I tell you anything!” Billy shouted.

Terry charged, hemming Billy up against a pole. Rae lowered the shotgun, watching Terry slam Billy repeatedly against the pole.

“TALK! I swear to god…”

Terry’s lips pulled back into a snarl as he dragged Billy over towards the railing. He tilted his upper body over the railing, one hand around his neck so tight Billy was turning purple in the face.

“IF I FINDO OUT YOU DID SOMETHING TO MY COUSIN! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

Rae jumped at the sound of Terry’s voice.

It scared her. Billy was choking on whatever breaths he had left.

“Terry! Let him up!” Rae pleaded.

Terry looked back at her.

“You know something. Don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything!” Rae shouted.

“BULLSHIT!”

Terry pressed the barrel of the gun against Billy’s temple. Billy shut his eyes, mouthing something that Terry couldn’t discern.

“I’m gon’ ask it one more time before I throw you off this bitch,” Terry clenched his jaw, “Where. Is. Mike.”

“Left for dead! Left for dead! Shit! That’s all I know! We caught him and left him for the walkers! That’s all I know!”

Terry flipped his gun around and placed it in his pants. He yoked Billy up and dragged him to the floor. He repeatedly punched him in the face, blood splattering his shirt and the sound of cartilage and bone crushing.

“Terry! Okay! Okay!”

Rae tried to pull him away but Terry was too strong. She fell back on her butt.

Billy was losing consciousness. Terry gave him one final blow, knocking Billy out cold. His fist dripped with blood and his knuckles were bruised and cut. Terry’s heavy breathing was the only sound. Rae turned her head to look at the other man on the floor.

Terry faced her, a distant look in his eyes as he approached the other man. Rae knew him as Duke. She didn’t interact with him much. Terry crouched down, staring Duke in the eye.

“Think you can tell me where you left my cousin to die, motherfucker?”

Duke’s sweaty face held no emotion as he parted his bloody lips to speak.

“We shot him in the leg and left him on the tracks. Don’t know nothing else. We just assumed he was dead.”

Terry held a slight frown, laugh lines in the corners of his mouth pronounced. He blinked slowly at Duke for a few more seconds before standing to his feet at a slow pace. Rae followed his movements, breath caught in her throat.

“So, you thought it was okay to drag an innocent man to his death and leave him instead of helping him?”

Terry stood over Duke, and Rae watched as his boot pressed against Duke’s throat. Duke began to squirm, veins protruding from his forehead as he fought against the pressure Terry applied. Rae covered her mouth with her hands, unable to look away as the life was sucked from Duke’s body. His eyes bulged and then suddenly he went limp. Terry’s boot remained for ten seconds longer, ensuring that he was dead.

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