Hello readers, now I know another damn Daryl/OC fanfic. But I hope it'll be something you like! I'm stuck at my mom's for a while after a huge medical shocker. So until I am given the green light I'm staying at her house. So that gives me time to write as much as I can. Then I go back to my boyfriend's with no internet, but I plan to update as much as I can. Intro is really short so chapter one will be posted along with it. So enough of my babbling, on with the story!
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Another ringer with the slick trigger finger for Her Majesty
Another one with the golden tone voice and then your fantasy
Another bill from a killer turned a thrill into a tragedy
A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think that you can trust is just
Another way to die
Another tricky little gun giving solace to the one that will never see the sunshine
Another inch of your life sacrificed for your brother in the nick of time
Another dirty money, heaven sent honey turning on a dime
It's just another way to…
Hey…
It's just another way to…
You've got to….
Another girl with her finger on the world singing do what you wanna hear
Another gun thrown down and surrendered took away your fear
Another man that stands right behind you looking in the mirror
It's just another way…
Suit 'em up, bang bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
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Introduction
His truck was gone, even his brother's motorcycle. The cabin was still lite from the kitchen and his bedroom. Clothes and beer bottles strewn across floors and cabinets emptied. Even the large gun rack was missing the two powerful shotguns and long range hunting rifle. All the things that defined the Dixon brothers... gone. He left without me...
Bailey ran back to the idling Camino and dug the heel of her palms into her eyes to keep from crying. He left without me. The words played over in her head, chanting in amusement. Of course he left her, all she was, was a piece of ass to him. Not his girlfriend, lover, spouse. Just a piece of ass.
She pulled over on the dirt road, eyes to blurred to even see past the windshield. She was alone... Mother dead, mother's boyfriend dying... Daryl. No one. Bailey crawled into the backseat, not even feeling the blood that stained most of her skin and white sundress. She was on her own, no one to keep her safe, no one to make sure she'd be fed or hydrated. And she wasn't sure where the hell to go.
The dead had risen and there was no one she could turn to.
Bailey waited well after the sun had set to climb back into the driver's seat, turn the ignition and drive. No direction, no sense of awareness. She didn't even flinch when the El Camino plowed into the elderly Mrs. Austine, or what used to be her.
She made only one stop before skipping town. Using the only window that opened into her bedroom, she hefted herself in and quickly began shoving clothes into her shoulder bag and stood in the small, dark room, fingers brushing over the left corner of her twin matress. Before another thought she lifted it to grab the handful of composition notes books, her journals, and stuffed them into her pack. Then turned to the window leaving her room for what she knew was the last time. Ignoring the rotting meat smell coming from her mother's twice dead corpse, or that her mother's other half no longer garbled out curses and insults when she had let him bleed out in the grungy kitchenette.
Chapter One
"Smile girls, come on," Mr. Law replied, as Bailey and Kirby gave animated, toothy grins that made Mrs. Law chuckle. Kirby gave out a long howl and threw up her cap. The two had just graduated from Little Haven High School and had very different plans after that summer. Kirby would go on to university to major in fashion design, while Bailey had a job set with Mr. Foster just outside town to watch over his children since his wife was taken to Greenbriar Home dying of uterine cancer.
Kirby's parents hugged both girls and left back towards home in their shiney black SUV. Bailey followed Kirby to her car, planning to drive into the next town forty-five miles from Little Haven for dinner, celebrating their end of prom, lockers and gym class.
"So you can't come over tonight?" Kirby asked, fluffing her crimson curls and clearing the black smudge of liner from under her brown eyes.
Bailey leaned back in the passenger seat of her best friend's powder blue Volkswagon Beetle and shook her head. "I have to be at Mr. Foster's early. I'm house keeping this summer. Gotta get a ride with Ennis."
Kirby sighed, turning the ignition and pulling out of the school's parking lot. "Fine but I will get you over to my house at least one day out of this week."
"I don't have to go over on Sundays. He doesn't work," Bailey offered. Kirby grinned.
"Speaking of Mr. Foster, you do know who works for him right?" she asked, that wicked gleam in her eye. Bailey blinked, not knowing who she was talking about. "Really? Well it just so happens that your Momma's boyfriend labors away next to Daryl Dixon."
She rolled her eyes at Kirby's tone, hearing the flirtation there. "So?"
"So? What do you mean so? You've got major eye-candy instead of watching snot-nosed kids all day. Admit it, Dixon is a MILF."
"MILF?"
"Man I'd like to Fu-"
Bailey slapped her hand over Kirby's mouth before finishing the word. "Is that all you think about? Which guys are good looking enough to do that with?" Bailey knew her friend hadn't been a virgin since she was sixteen and was a very sexually active teenager, but Bailey would rather Kirby keep details to herself.
"Oh come on, Bailey. You're the only girl in this shithole that hasn't lost her v-card. It's high time you do something about it," she preached, a subject Kirby visited often with her.
"And you think Daryl would be the guy I lose it to? Kirby, he's like thirty-five or something. Plus he's completely-"
"Hot, sexy and experienced. Perfect for you. And he's not too old. You're like eighteen going on forty anyways. Besides, he thinks like any other man. Barely legal and hot. So why not? You don't have to date the guy, just get him in your pants."
"And what if I don't want him in my pants? Maybe I want to save myself 'til I'm married."
She snorted at Bailey. "Please every single woman would jump his bones if there was ever a secret kept in town. And waiting for a husband to have sex, really? Come on it's 2009, no one wants to stay a virgin."
"If you think he's so hot, why don't you let him in your pants?" Bailey shot back, getting more irritated on the topic, and more flustered of her lack of sex life that always comes to the table.
"Eh. I'm not his type." Kirby waved her hand, dismissing the spotlight Bailey was trying to push on her.
"He has a type?"
"Well, yeah. All guys do, but most of the time they don't even know what it is. Daryl Dixon would drool over the sweet, innocent virgin of the town. I bet he'd love to corrupt you. Knock that halo clean off your head and turn you into his little sex slave-" Bailey groaned and cupped her hands over her ears.
"Just stop it. Change of subject, please!" Kirby snickered, but complied.
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Bailey rubbed her face, already tired from cleaning the house of beer bottles and food crumbs. She was stirring the spagetti sauce on the stove as Ennis sat in the recliner watching some old western movie. Her momma was still in the their bedroom, coming off whatever else her good for nothing boyfriend gave her. Bailey guessed heroin from the used needle she picked up off the couch.
Ennis Rollins was a deadbeat. He only worked for for the extra cash, since Bailey's money mostly went to bills and other necessities, to support his ever growing habits. Her mother set him on a high pedastool. Lorane Hillcrest craved the morbid attention he gave her. His looks being the main reason and the fact he was younger fed her mother's hungry ego. Ennis was handsome. But didn't bother with hs shaggy appearance. Overgrown facial hair and unkempt brown mop on his head. He was well muscled and heavily tattooed. Something her mother couldn't resist.
She was use to this, mother tweaking on drugs, Ennis not lifting a finger at home. Bailey took care of every responsibility. Bills, cleaning and cooking. Besides, the two adults were living off her inheritance. Her father, Hank Ford, and older sister Bess were killed years ago in a car accident. Leaving her to care for her mother, who never wanted her in the first place.
But once the two plates were set, she was free to disappear into her bedroom, away from everything and everyone. Bailey laid on her twin bed and stared at the ceiling, ignoring the fact that she always pulled out her guitar, not lay down and stare at the flecks above her. But Kirby's conversation was nagging her. Daryl Dixon.
Her best friend was half right. He was good looking, well in a rugged, dirty backwoods way. Sandy brown hair that was short, but somehow always managed to look a few days overdue for a haircut. Eyes that put the summer Georgia sky to shame. And well sculpted arms and she once spotted a mole hovering over his lip in the left corner.
Bailey had only seen him twice. Once when she was twelve at Jasper's, the town's only gas station and liquor store. He was getting a pack of cigerettes and filling up his blue pick up. She and her mother were just about to leave to Sommerset for her grandmother's funeral. And the second time at fifteen when Ennis had to pick her up from homecoming and made her act as designated driver because he wanted to drink with his buddies. Daryl was far off away from the rowdy men and nursing a bottle of Budweiser. The only time he noticed her, probably wondering what a kid was doing at J and I. Bailey was swinging her legs on the bar, sipping cherry coke and receiving quaters from Jack to put in the juke box.
Ever since then she hadn't seen him and now she found herself curious about Daryl Dixon. His home. What he liked, didn't like... What is he doing right now? Bailey rolled the question over in her head. Picturing him drinking, smoking, or sleeping.
She sighed and turned to her side, seeing the red numbers glaring at her. Was it past midnight already? Where did time go? Bailey yawned, feeling her eyelids grow heavy.
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Mr. Foster greeted her that morning, looking relieved at her arrival. Ennis gave a nod and headed straight for the stables to shovel out the horses' mess with Daryl. She eyed the blue and white truck before following Mr. Foster up to the two story house where Marcy and Micah were eating pancakes.
It was easy to get lost in her thoughts with laundry and dishes. Many times she found her eyes wandering to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And once she realized that she had refolded the same pair of jeans more than a few times Bailey scoffed at herself and tried to ignore the burn in her cheeks.
Stupid Kirby and her stupid words. Sex slave. Ha, he wouldn't think more of me then a misquito, she thought, slamming the denim down with more force than needed. She was being completely childish. For a man she did not even know she was forming a crush on a stranger. He probably didn't even know she existed.
And as much as she tried to grind these thoughts into her head, the more she couldn't get visons flashing in her mind. Things she had never thought of doing with any male. Lips brushing over untouched skin, fingers caressing places she hadn't ventured even by herself without the intention of only hygenic purposes. And then suddenly Bailey was panting, feeling heat flush all throughout her body and settle under her belly. It was foriegn and made her instantly want a shower. Like all of a sudden she was dirty, covered in filth...
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Bailey went through a whole week of bringing lunch out to the stables and not seeing Daryl, only Mr. Foster or Ennis. But she did get to see him climb into his pickup as Ennis pulled his car around. Though it was never a good veiw. A flash of flannel or tuft of hair.
But that next saturday, Mr. Foster made it all change.
When noon came around Bailey balanced the tray of ice tea and plate of ham sandwichs out to the stables where she heard Ennis and Mr. Foster. Peeking in, she slowly made her way to Ennis and offered him the refreshments. Mr. Foster gave thanks and managed a weary smile that crinkled his green eyes then called out for Daryl.
"Lunch, son!" Bailey took in a breath, not realizing she was leaning forward as the scuff of boots echoed in her ears.
When he finally came into view Bailey blinked and instantly dug her teeth into her bottom lip. That heat returning ten fold and made her upper lip prick with sweat.
He was the same as she remembered. Sweaty, rough and smoothered in grime. As much as she had changed in three years he hadn't aged a day. Same hair, same eyes, same broad expanse of shoulders. Daryl took the tea from her tray and gave a slight nod then sat on a stool right beside her.
Wade Foster swallowed his bite and held his hand toward Bailey. "Daryl, this is Bailey Ford. Ennis' old lady's daughter. She'll be helpin' around the house this summer." He turned to her then. "This is Daryl Dixon."
Bailey gave a small smile at his second curt nod of the day. But when she smoothed down her light blue skirt, she felt eyes on her. She couldn't help the slight hitch in her breath. Daryl lit a cigerette and Bailey noticed that Mr. Foster and Ennis had moved to the far back of the stables, caught in a vivid conversation. This meant her and Daryl were practically alone...
She set the tray down and leaned against the post behind her, toeing the dirt and hay with her white Keds and not daring to openly stare.
"You a mute 'er somethin'?" he spoke, blowing out a long line of smoke.
Bailey let out the breath she had been holding and a quiet laugh. "No, I'm not. Sorry, I just.. Uh... I- I'm not good with starting conversation." She wanted to slap her hands over her face.
"I noticed. Ford huh? Sounds familiar."
She nodded. "Yeah, he um... He knew your brother." Bailey internally cringed Hank Ford had beat Merle Dixon to a plup when he was still with her mother. Merle had tried to sweet talk Lorane years ago. Her father had been a jealous man with his women.
It seemed to dawn on Daryl's face what she ment and snorted, apparently not affected at all by it. "Hank Ford's daughter."
The air was thick and awkward, Bailey prayed he stayed ignorant of her deep blush as earlier thoughts resurfaced. She could feel her button down sticking to her back and the sheen on her thighs. That heat had Bailey trembling. No one had dragged out a reaction like he was now.
And feeling his startling blue eyes roaming over her made every nerve tingle. It was like she was a prized game in the deep recesses of the woods and he had her in his sights. Steady. Aim. Fire.
He had moved closer, up on his feet and looming over her. Bailey gripped the post, cornered
Daryl shot a glance over his shoulder, then turned back to her, leaning his toned arm against the wooden pole. Bringing him that much closer.
Bailey slowly brought her eyes to his. They were blazing, like the blue center of a flame. She felt him curl a strand of her blonde hair around a thick, calloused finger and then it skimmed down the front of her button down with all the confidence in the world.
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She ignored the phone ringing, it was the seventh time it had in the past hour. Bailey hadn't talked to Kirby in almost a month. Her head too full of his words whispering in her ear. Hot and dirty. Kirby had definately dead on about his type. His voice and hands had corrupted her easier than anything kirby had shared with her. And what he had told her last still was clear in her ears. When yer alone in yer room, I won' ya to touch yerself. Underneath those white cotton panties and thinka' me.
And oh how she thought of doing that. Terrifyingly curious of why he wanted her to. Daryl Dixon had told her to... Bailey shuddered, not able to even think the word.
When dinner was made, Bailey all but sprinted to her room, locking the door and shuffling to her bed. She laid their for a long while, just resting her right hand right below her naval. She couldn't place her nerves. Why was it that hard to touch her own body? She never thought of it when it had been an itch on her elbow, so how would this be different.
Thinka' me... And she did. Invisoning his large rough hands possesively grabbing. tongue and teeth marking sensitive skin. Hearing him groan. His chest bare, rubbing over her's.
Bailey gasped, and quickly snapped her hand away from her underwear. Then slowly let it return, moaning quietly and rolling her hips.
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Okay I will just mention, this is just to explain that the two become eff buddies. I didn't want to spend so much time with awkward glances and tension. Daryl is a bit egotistical when it comes to sex in my opinion and kinda takes advantage of her naivety (SP?). For him at this point is a conquest, and having a hard on for untouched pusseh. LOL and plus the post outbreak will come soon, just not the way you hoped. AND their will be some Daryl chapters. A few smuts too. But it'll be a tad slow for the next chapter or so. But I promise this story has a point and isn't just literary porn!
But review! I need the feedback. It would make my night. Please and thank you!
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