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Harmony was pressed against the barn door with one hand on the walker's chest and another at his throat. All around her was chaos. The group was everywhere and people were screaming. One barn was up in flames, Hershel was firing over and over again, Carol was crying and screaming. Cars were being driven around with people firing out of them and Harmony, herself, was screaming. She had no weapon on her when she went sprinting from the house to try and find Carl for Lori. Now she was fighting for her life.

The walker's mouth was snapping over and over again. He was growling and groaning, wanting only to sink his teeth into her flesh. Her left arm started to give, allowing his chest to come closer to her. She screamed out and tried to tighten it up. She just needed to push him to the side then she could take off running but her strength was starting to give. Suddenly the walker's head was rocked to the side and he slumped down with an arrow sticking out his head. Harmony jumped in shocked.

" Get on." Daryl snapped as he sat on top of his bike.

He didn't need to tell her twice. Harmony ran for him. He handed off his cross bow to her. She slipped the strap over her head then climbed onto the back of the bike. She put her arms tight around his waist. He took off, riding through the grass, weaving and dodging walkers as they went. Her legs were against the back of his and her chest was to his back. Every time a walker reached for them, Harmony squeezed him in fear. She buried her face in his back, trusting that he would keep her safe.

Daryl was frowning as he hit the road. He sped up, flying past the walkers and leaving the farm behind. He was just going to drive. All around them were the moans of the dead and the screams of their former group members but he wasn't stopping, not until he was sure they were safe. He had never seen so many walkers in one place and wasn't sure how they all got there.

Daryl and Harmony drove for a long time, so long that there was nothing in front of, or around, them. The adrenaline of the night was starting to wear off and Harmony felt herself start to relax against him as her eyes closed. She turned her face so her right cheek was against his back. She opened her eyes and stared off into the darkness. The world was whipping by them so fast she couldn't tell where they were.

Daryl knew just when she was starting to fall asleep. She rubbed her cheek against his back and her head was weaving like she was catching herself falling sleep. Her arms started to slip down him. They started off tight around his stomach but were moving down. Every time her arms would slip down him, she'd tighten up only to slide back down again. Still, he kept driving. He needed to keep as many miles between them and the walkers as he could. He didn't stop until her hands fell into his crotch. The second she touched him there, Daryl jumped and pulled over.

" Wake up." He ordered. Harmony jumped and pulled away from him.

" Where are we?" She asked as he started walking the bike. She sighed and pulled away from him.

" The highway." Daryl answered. Harmony crossed her arms over her chest as they moved. " There's a van up ahead. We can get inside it and rest til we figure out what to do next." He said.

The van Daryl parked next to was black with no windows in the back. She took his cross bow off and handed it to him. Daryl turned the bike off as she got off. He was frowning as they looked around them, seeing that they were alone. He stood up and carefully walked to the back of the van. Harmony stayed behind him, giving him enough room between them to move. Daryl reached out and grabbed the handle of the van's door. He whipped it open quickly and aimed.

" Is there anything in there?" Harmony whispered. Daryl's arms came down.

" No. Just clothes, blankets and campin shit. Get in." He ordered again.

Harmony went in first. She moved to the front of the van and locked to driver's side and passenger's side door. Whoever had left the van on the highway had left all their supplies behind too. Daryl closed the back doors and locked them as well. The two faced each other slowly. Harmony sat down, putting her back against the driver's seat.

" What are we going to do?" She whispered.

" Wait here til mornin. Ain't nothin we can do at night. We'll be safe in here. Ain't no windows, doors locked. At first light we'll make a plan." He said.

And that was how Harmony found herself laying in the back of a van next to Daryl Dixon. He was on his back, staring at the ceiling while she laid on her left side. They had spread out a few of the blankets they had found and were covered up by the others. She was wiping her cheeks as silent tears moved down them. The last thing she wanted was for Daryl to know she was crying. He had no patience for that and she knew it.

" Do you think the others are okay?" She asked.

" Won't know til the mornin." He said. He looked at her form then back at the ceiling. He cleared his throat. " Should try and get some sleep." He said softly.

But sleep didn't come easily for either one. When Harmony finally did drift off, it was only because she was too tired to fight it. Daryl slept off and on. Every movement Harmony made woke him up and she moved a lot. She tossed and turned. Her legs hit his, her arm fell on his chest only to have her take it away when she rolled back away from him. He frowned and readjusted the blankets over and over again.

" Fuckin shit, woman. Can't you lay still?" He grumbled.

In the morning, when he woke, Daryl found Harmony laying so she was facing him again. Her left leg was over top of his legs. Her left hand was curled up tight in his shirt. He lifted the blankets, looked down his body then frowned hard. Stupid bastard between his legs was way too happy to have her so close. He took a hold of her hand and untangled her fingers from him. It wasn't the first time he had ever touched her but it felt like it. His thumb was against the palm of her hand while his fingers were against the back. He was reminded again of how small her hand was against his and how soft her skin was. Daryl's frown deepen. His body remembered all to well how good she felt against him, thanks to their drunken night at the CDC. He set her hand against her stomach then almost threw her leg away from his. She jumped awake.

" What's wrong?" She asked in a panic as he was standing up.

" Nothin. It's mornin." He said. He walked to the doors as she sat up. He glanced back at her then to the door again. He took a silent deep breath then slowly opened the door to the van.

He was greeted by nothing but the morning sun and a few bird calls. He looked around for a good few minutes before he stepped out, followed by Harmony. They were alone, completely alone. She crossed her arms over her chest as she tucked strands of her hair behind her ears. It sat limply just past her shoulders. Daryl was frowning as he looked around.

" What should we do?" Harmony asked.

" I'm thinkin maybe we should drive down the road towards the farmhouse. We can check it out and see if any walkers there or if they moved on." Daryl said.

" Do you think the others will go back there? She asked.

" Don't know." He said.

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Harmony's hands were resting loosely against Daryl's sides as he walked the bike through the old cars. They were quiet as they looked around. When she felt Daryl's bike pick up speed, and knew he had lifted his legs up, she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her face came to rest against his back.

They rode in silence back to the farmhouse. Daryl didn't want to admit it but he was nervous. He could tell she was nervous because her body was filled with tension. The drive was going to be long so he let his mind wander. Her legs against the back of his reminded him of how they felt against his sides. Her chest against his back made him think about it pressed up against his.

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He stumbled back to his room their first, and only night, at the CDC. He was drunk with Southern Comfort coursing through his veins. He could hear his heart beat in his head and knew he was sporting a grin. He hadn't been drunk since right before the outbreak and it felt good to let loose. Plus, he had actually had a good time with the group. He liked watching Glenn get drunk. He liked hearing Harmony as she laughed. Her smile was bright and beautiful.

He unlocked the door to his room then walked in, making sure to shut the door before him. He moved straight for the bed. Daryl sat down and stared down into his lap. He was hard. Harmony had taken a shower then put on a low cut tank top. She looked and smelled amazing as she sat down beside him and passed over the bottle for them to share. He had taken a few drinks then handed the bottle back over to her. Back and forth the bottle went. Their hands touching briefly each time. When sitting beside her started to get to much for him, when her leg started brushing against his, Daryl stood up and started making rounds around the table. Now he was back his room, hard and wanting her.

" Fuck you." He hissed down to his dick.

He bent down and started undoing the laces of his right boot. He pulled them loose then slipped it off before moving to his leg one. He had just undone those laces when a knock came to his door. He pulled the boot off and stood up. He carefully and slowly made his way over to the door and opened it up, surprised to see Harmony standing there. She wasn't really standing. Both of her hands were planted on the door frame and she was looking at him with blood shot eyes. She leaned forward and smiled.

" Hey." She said.

" Hey." Daryl said quietly. She closed her eyes, leaned towards him more and inhaled.

" You...smell...so...good tonight." Harmony said. When she opened her eyes, she stood up straight and started towards him, making Daryl back up. She took a hold of the door and shut it. Daryl kept backing up until the bed hit the back of his knees and he was force to sit straight down. She started towards him, her smile still locked into place.

" What the hell are you doin?" His voice was strained.

" Shh." She whispered. Her hands came to rest against his shoulders as she climbed onto his lap. " I like you." She whispered before she kissed him.

Harmony took a hold of his hands and placed them on her hips at the same time her tongue swept across his lips. Daryl's breath hitched and he closed his eyes. She traced the outline of his lips then sucked in his bottom lip. She sucked it and nibbled it, making him groan loud. She started rubbing herself against his arousal. The friction felt amazing and it made his hips jerk. His hands tighten on her and damn if he didn't want to rip her clothes off.

Harmony pushed against him so he fell back onto the mattress. He wasn't sure what was happening, why she was all over him when they had barely spoke together but he didn't care. Her hands were working against his belt. He was a man, a man who hadn't gotten laid in longer then he cared to admit to himself and this hot woman was throwing herself at him. He wasn't about to turn her down.

After Harmony had managed to yank his pants and boxers to his ankles, she kicked off her shoes then pulled her own pants down. He had a second to enjoy her sexy, black thongs before they were gone and she was climbing back on top of him. Her small hand took a hold of him, not able to circle him completely but holding him upright. Before he could really grasp what she was doing, she slid down on him. The warm and wet home made his eyes shut and his mouth fall open. She moaned, letting her hands take a hold of his shoulders as she started to ride him slowly.

' This ain't happen.' His mind was repeating over and over again. ' This shit ain't real.'

But it was real. She was riding him, picking her pace up until it was hard and fast. His hips came up and off the bed, making her cry out. He grabbed her tight ass and squeezed it. He had to keep his eyes shut because he was scared that if he watched her, he'd cum right away but it was getting harder and harder to keep himself in check. He was glad he was drunk because the buzz was helping him to last longer.

" Oh shit!" She drew out loud and long. " Ah...God...I'm cumming!" She announced.

Daryl opened his eyes as she orgasmed on top of him. Her back was arched, her mouth was open and she was panting hard. He slammed his eyes shut as his own orgasm shot straight up through his balls, up his shaft, and out his dick. It was hard, hot, and fast. His finger tips dug into her ass while he groaned. He wasn't experienced with women. He had only had a handful of hand jobs and even less blow jobs. He had only had sex with three other women and all the times he had been drunk. The girls were whores he knew had slept around and won't want anything but sex from him. Daryl couldn't have given them anything else.

The sex he had just had with Harmony Williams blew his other experience way out of the water.