Hi. Hello. It's, uh, been a while, huh? (don't hurt me).

I know, I know...I've been away for over a year and the first thing I do is upload this instead of updating Afterlife. I suck. But I'm hoping this fic'll make up for it *cheesey grin*.

I've been busy. Moving. New job...Plus I've started to steer away from fanfiction and write some original books instead because I wanna be an author one day, dammit. Haha.

Anywho...

This is an AU(AGAIN) of Daryl and Darcy. Just another scenario where they could meet. I LOVE THEM SO DON'T JUDGE ME.

Warnings: (It should be obvious by now but...) Sex, language, gore. All the good stuff. Also badly edited by me so prepare for mistakes. No under 18's please and thank you.

Radio Silence

I loved horror.

Whether it was a book, movie, a comic, or hell, Halloween; I looooved it. I even had a framed poster of Freddy Kruger on my bedroom wall. My favourite kind was survivals. You know what I mean - end of the world apocalypse kind of thing.

So I suppose, yeah, I had been rather confident when the Dead started walking and the Government collapsed, leaving me to fend for myself. My first thoughts had been exactly:

'Fuck yeah, I got this shit.'

No more stressing over money? No more debt collectors at my door? Can I pay my rent in time this month? Can I afford to call in sick at work tomorrow? I'd take an apocalyptic world over my damn near constant headache of a life any day of the year.

Which (embarrassingly) quickly changed to:

'Imgonnadiefuckshitballbags,' when I came face to face with my first Dead guy.

Okayyy, so maybe I hadn't been as good at the killing part. Who would be? Unless you were a cold blooded murderer then of course you were going to run screaming with your hands thrown above your head before accidentally tripping straight into your neighbours swimming pool...which only caused the screaming to turn into shrieking because you know for a fact that the wife bangs her brother in law in said pool every night, and you also know that the spunk contaminated water hadn't had a chance to be filtered.

And you'd managed to swallow some before you surfaced.

Not my finest moment, I'll admit. But I'd always been good at the other stuff, even from the start. I'm fucking awesome at thinking outside of the box in terms of finding supplies, and I have yet to completely run out of toilet paper.

Yup, no skid marks in these panties, baby!

...I'm so sorry for that visual. I'm going to be back on track now. Promise.

So for the first time in my life, I actually feel like I'm living. I'm pretty confident that I'm the only person alive who feels this way but a girl cant help how she feels, am I right?

It's like...I found my calling. Before, in my old life, I had always felt like is this all there is to life? I didn't feel like I belonged. I was socially awkward (and still am, trust me on that) and often avoided people. In fact, I couldn't stand to be around most people.

"People suck," I mumble out loud with a nod, agreeing with my own train of thought. I've always had a habit of talking to myself and why wouldn't I? I'm fucking awesome company. "Damn right I am."

Alright, time to start getting serious, Darce, I tell myself when I reach my destination; a small, run down local shopping mall. Here comes the dangerous part. Best pull on your thinkin' cap.

The shutter is pulled down but not completely; I'd be able to slip under it with ease. Luckily, the Dead guys seem to be lacking in this town and I'm hoping the mall will be the same. I was here for one specific thing.

Something that would make my existence a much happier one.

I unclipped my tiny flash light which hung from my belt before placing it between my teeth and lowering myself to the ground. Adrenaline starts to pump through me and fuck, I love this part. The unknown. The possible threat I'm about to walk into.

The sun light allows me to see a few feet into the mall, reflecting off of thousands of dust particles, making me frown. Floating dust means its been disturbed, right? They wouldn't be doing that if something hadn't been in there...right?

I had no idea but I figure that it was best to go with the assumption that yes, they wouldn't be doing that otherwise so watch your back because you have a hot ass that needs to come out in one piece.

Shimmying under the shutter, I wince when my backpack brushes against it and causes it to rattle. It was only a faint sound but if anything was close there's a chance they could have heard it.

Quickly and silently, I climb to my feet and snatch the flash light from my mouth, turning it on and facing it away from me. My heart jumps as it reveals...nothing.

It's good...no danger...but I cant help feeling slightly disappointed. While I hadn't been very bad-ass when it came to killing the Dead in the beginning, I'd gotten a lot better at it now and found it rather therapeutic to take my troubles out on them...like when I remember I'll never get to see the ending of my favourite TV show because those ass-holes ate the hot actor I fancied. RIP Jensen Ackles.

My black converses weren't as quiet as I would have liked as I press forward, so I place most of my weight on the heels of my feet with each step. My hand went to my knife and pulled it from its holster on my hip. I grip it tightly and slide it free.

I have goosebumps as I search for the very specific store I'm looking for. I'm 95% sure I'm going to find what I'm after with ease because most people are normal and probably don't consider this an important item to have, but I do.

It takes me about ten minutes to find and I grin as I stand in front of the holy grail, feet apart, head held high with my hand pointing the flash light straight into the fully stocked – hell yes - store. I flip my knife in my hand and catch it without looking.

"Well, helloooooo there-" I purr, clucking my tongue. "-Victoria Secrets."

There's a bounce in my step. How could there not be, when I just acquired a rotating g-spot vibrator with bunny ears for clitoral stimulation? And a few lipstick sized bullets. I was one happy lady, but I bet I was going to be even happier after tonight, if you get what I'm saying. Wink wink.

I also stocked up on batteries, all different sizes. Remember when I mentioned how I'm good at the scavenging part? This is why. When someone is running low on batteries, a sex shop doesn't even pop into mind. They think hardware store, but everyone thinks that, which is why you'll never find what you're looking for.

When they're running low on water, they think of shops, but most of them are cleared out. When I'm out of good ol' h2o, I go to offices because guaranteed there's some huge-ass water bottles ready to refill their water dispensers.

The walk ahead of me is a long one. But 2 hours in and it seems I've hit the jackpot.

A car sits on the side of the road, drivers door thrown open. A light inside is turned on, and a soft beeping noise can be heard. But there doesn't appear to be anyone around.

Weird.

Cautiously I move towards it despite my instincts telling me to turn back, it could be a trap. I've always been a very curious person and I knew it was going to get me killed one day; I just hoped that day isn't today.

"Hello?" I call out, knife in hand. The wind is my only reply.

Even from here I can see that the vehicle is stocked with supplies, the back seat piled up to the roof. I move forward, mouth watering at the thought of what food I might find. Standing only a few feet away now I can see exactly what it is they'd scavenged; baby clothes.

My disappointment only lasts a few seconds before sadness and surprise replaces it. Someone actually had a baby in this world? How the fuck did they manage that?

A million questions run through my mind. Why would they leave this here? Is the owner alive? I can see powered baby milk, will the baby survive without it? Should I do something? How can I do something without any indication of the owner?

"Hello?" I say louder than before, spinning around so my eyes can check the trees surrounding the long stretch of road. A bird chirps.

There's no one here . A mark on the road quickly grabs my attention.

Oh.

Blood.

There may be no one here now, but the blood trickle looks fresh, which means they can't have left too long ago. I follow the trail with my eyes. It starts with a few scattered drops but as it reaches the treeline, it turns into thick splatters. I'm not sure why but I think of someone walking along with a paint brush; flicking the tip of it with a single finger before saying fuck it and tipping the entire tin.

I shiver and reach down to zip my grey hoody up to my breasts. It suddenly feels very cold.

My thumbs taps against the handle of my knife as I consider following the trail. I want to help, of course I do, but not everyone is friendly like I am. Not to mention, they were either dead or unconscious because they didn't answer when I called out.

Before I come to my decision, a twig breaks; immediately my stance changes into a defensive one, knife raised. It came from the direction of the trail.

Silence follows.

My heart is pounding and I'm starting to get annoyed. I may have a danger kink but this isn't the kind I enjoy. I prefer to be the one walking into danger (the hunter) not the one waiting to be jumped out on (the prey).

"For fuck sake, hello?!" I'm close to shouting, and it's then I realise that I'm breathing heavily. Crows fly from the trees with a resounding caw and I wince, regretting letting my temper get the better of me. I'd been louder than I'd wanted.

Maybe I should just get out of here-

I take a step back but before I can turn and leave, a low moan comes from the trees. A man with unmistakable jerky movements soon follows.

"Ahh," I speak with realisation, no longer feeling fear now that I know what I'm up against. The owner of the vehicle has been bitten, on ankle by the looks of it, and has turned into one of the Walking Dead.

Same story, different day.

I take him down easily, tripping him to the floor using my foot before sinking my knife into his skull. I pull it out with a squelch, a noise which once used to turn my stomach but now I don't even blink.

"Rest in peace, buddy," I sigh, placing my knife back in it's holster. My hands rest on my hips as I examine the poor guy. He was young, late twenties, and obviously had a camp or safe place; his clothes were too clean and face shaven. I wonder if he was the father to the baby whose supplies remained in the car.

I wonder if he has any weapons.

Biting my lip, I kneel down and search him. I end up taking a pistol – half a clip full of bullets - with a hostler and place it on the opposite hip to my knife. It had been a while since I'd a gun, my last one having been stolen from my temporary camp when I went for a wizz. He has a knife too but I decide to leave it with him because I didn't have anywhere to put it. I also find a radio.

A radio? Hmm.

I unhook it from his belt. A small red light indicates that it has battery which brings me back to my earlier observation – this guy definitely has a group. I glance at the car. And that group has a baby that needs its food.

Straightening up, I squint against the sun, radio raised up to my mouth. I press the button which I guess will allow them to hear me. "H-hello?"

I've never said hello so many times in such a short period of time before.

Seconds pass and I begin to wonder if I've used the thing correctly. Either that or maybe all of their group was Dead.

I clear my throat and open my mouth to try again when the radio crackles to life.

"You ain't Bruce," A male with a southern accent responded to me.

Very observant, I think sarcastically. "Nope, I'm more like Black Widow." I snort to myself, because I find myself funny as hell. I even had red hair like hers.

"Funny," he remarks dryly. A pause. "He dead?"

I glance down to the very dead guy by my feet. "He around 30 years old, blonde hair, Harry Potter type scar on his forehead?"

"Ye, tha's Bruce alright."

"Sorry...he's pretty dead. Like, a lot dead, actually."

I frown when I notice some of his brain juice has sneaked underneath my foot.

Gross.

I step away.

"Dammit," the man growls, and my lady bits swoon. I roll my eyes at my inappropriate hormones. Down girl, I'll sort you out tonight.

"Sorry," I repeat. "But, good news is, your supplies are still here. Lots of formula. You got a baby, right?"

The radio goes quiet, and he doesn't speak for a good few moments. I briefly wonder if he's gone, or if his radio ran out of battery. But he soon returns. "Whadda ya want for 'em?"

My nose scrunches up. "Err- nothing," I tell him honestly.

Another pause. "Ain't no one tha' kind."

Oh, I see his issue. "Yeah, well, I'm not like most people."

"Heard tha' before. How'd I know we ain't gonna walk straight into a trap?"

"Oh, well, I guess you don't know that." I scrap my teeth over my bottom lip. "And I don't really have a way to prove it to you, do I? Sooooo I'm just going to tell you where the car is, and you can decide what you're gonna to do."

I give him what I hope are clear directions.

"I swear if you fuck us over, girl-" There's a small scuffle before I can hear a feminine voice. "Daryl, enough." And then: "Hello? We appreciate your help. Really," she tells me thankfully, and I decide that I like this chick.

"You're welcome, and when you find that this isn't a some kind of trap, you can tell Wolverine that he's welcome too." With that, without thinking, I clip the radio onto the back of my jeans and leave the area as quickly as I can, feeling rather proud of myself for my good deed.

"Best-" I pant. "-Decision-" I pant some more. "-ever!"

My body tingles pleasantly as it cools down from the very intense multiple orgasm I'd just given myself. If I had access to the interwebz, I'd be straight on Victoria Secrets to leave a 5 star review for my new favourite toy.

Highly recommended companion during the apocalypse, I'd write, I'm never going to have to worry about finding a man ever again! Also, kudos to the almost soundless vibrations. The Dead in the store underneath me didn't suspect a thing.

When I can feel my legs, I clean myself up and the toys. Rather embarrassingly, I'd made a mess of myself but I guess that's how you know you've had a good time. Humming happily, I lean against the waist high brick wall which surrounds the roof of the store I've set camp up on and reach into my bag. There's only one more thing that can make this moment more perfect.

Sighing happily, I bring the bottle closer and press down on the pump, allowing the chocolate flavoured lube to squirt into the palm of my hand. Bringing it up to my mouth, I lick it off.

Yum.

I'm not even ashamed of my behaviour(which I probably should be). Chocolate is chocolate and when a girl needs chocolate, she'll settle for anything.

Even lube.

A static sound fills my ears, followed by the noise of a throat clearing, and then: "Hello?"

I'm startled for a few moments before I remember the radio, which I forgot I even had. I didn't even realise I'd taken it with me.

Oops, hopefully they hadn't wanted it back...

My jeans were in a pile next to me, along with my underwear from my, uh, 'private time'. Reaching over, I grab the radio from where it remained hooked into the back of my belt. I bring it up to my mouth, trying not to get lube on it with my sticky fingers.

God, I'm disgusting.

"Yo?" I lick one of my digits.

Again, yum.

"You're the one who found the car?" It was a man again, but not the same one from before. This one also has a drawl but not as strong as the other.

"That's what my Mom named me," I quip. "You get your stuff?"

"Yes. I wanted to, uh, thank you." He sounded sincere and I smile slightly. "Those supplies, they were for my daughter...You could have taken them, but you didn't."

"I told you that good people still exist," A feminine voice, the one from before I think, says faintly in the background.

"Shullup," mumbles who I'm pretty sure is Daryl. I laugh silently before responding to this new guy.

"Nah. What am I gonna do with a bunch of baby stuff anyhow?"

"It wasn't just baby stuff. There was also canned food, water, and the keys were still in the car; you could have easily driven off with it all."

"Aw, man. I didn't know that. Dammit," I say light-heartedly, and I'm glad when he laughs along with the lady in the background. I'm 65% sure that Daryl snorts as well.

"Is there anything we can do in return? As a thank you?" The man questions.

"Nah. Besides, I stole your dudes gun. Let that be a thank you."

Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that?

"Oh, well then," he chuckles once more in what I think is disbelief. I get the feeling that these people don't quite know what to think of me. "My name is Rick, by the way. The man you spoke with before is Daryl; and the woman Michonne."

"Nice to meet you guys. I'm Darcy." By now, I think I've managed to clean all the lube off my hand and place the bottle back in my bag, ready for another night.

"Hello, Darcy!" The lady – Michonne – responds enthusiastically. I really like her. We'd been good friends, I just know it.

"Do you have a group, Darcy?" the man I now know as Rick asks.

My eyes narrow, this isn't a territory I like. I know he's probably just wanting to know out of curiosity – hell, I'm curious as fuck about them – but it still puts me on edge. "No, and I would ask you the same question but I'm pretty sure I already know the answer."

There's a pause. "Our place is safe. We have forty plus people, crops, water, showers...women and kids." He sounds like he's trying to sell it to me. "We've been taking people in, helping them...We can help you too, Darcy. If you'll let us."

"Oh." I find myself speechless for a moment. "You...you want me to join your group?" So far I've stayed away from groups. I don't do well around people. I'm a loner.

"We'll need to ask you a few questions first...but yes, that's what we're saying," he confirms. "It's not safe to be alone out there, especially for a woman."

"Well, thanks for the offer." I am grateful for their kindness, honestly. "But I'm better alone."

"Alright," he agrees, sounding hesitant. "But if you change you mind, the offer still stands...In the meantime, maybe we can help each other?"

"Yeah, yeah, that'll be good." This I can do.

After that, we fell into a routine.

I spoke to at least one member of Ricks group a day. Simple things mostly. Like, hey there's a herd near so-and-so. And Didn't you need some (Insert item here)? Yeah, I found it in this town...And Yep, just letting you know I'm still alive.

We grew pretty close, in my opinion. Michonne is awesome from what I can tell. We have the same silly sense of humour. Rick is pretty cool too, in a over protective leader kind of way. And yeah, I guess he kind of was my leader. He often gave me advice on my next move. And really, if I'm being honest, I was a part of their group. I just didn't live with them. And hadn't met them properly.

Daryl was...fuck it, Daryl was, is, my crush. Like, seriously, the guy sounds hot as fuck. He was often gruff and rough around the edges, not to mention not always easy to talk to but there was something about a mysterious man that made my knees weak. There was no question in my mind that I wanted him. And honestly it was hard to deny considering it was his name on my lips when I pleasured myself at night.

And having become so friendly with them all, I recognised Michonnes voice instantly when she tackled me to the ground.

It's my own fault. I entered the run down corner shop without paying as much attention as I should have, given her the chance to hide flat against the wall next to the door and tackle me from behind the second I stepped inside.

Before I can do anything, she has my hands behind my back and face pressed against the dirty floor.

"Where's your weapons?" she growls in my ear, twisting my arm further up my back.

I cry out because fuck damn that hurt and manage mumble against the ground, "Michonne? Is that you, you bitch?"

I feel her freeze on top of me. "Darcy?" She says astonished.

"Uh-huh," I breathe, which is rather hard to do with only one nostril. "Now, are you going to get me off or get off of me? I'd rather the first one but now isn't really the time or place."

She snorts out a laugh and climbs off before helping me to my feet. We stare at each other, grinning in disbelief. "Well damn girl," she lightly shoves my shoulder. "You're hot."

"Not as hot as you," I tease back, taking in her gorgeous dark skin and fucking awesome dreadlocks. I want her hair. "Tell me, are all of you this good looking? Please tell me Daryl is at least."

"Oh, man you have no idea," she hums. "Think Norman Reedus hot but dirtier."

I actually think I wet my panties a little bit. "

Oh man," I breathe. "I need to meet him one day," I muse for a moment before coming back to the present. Now is not the time to be thinking dirty thoughts. I grin at my friend. "I can't believe you're actually here."

"Yeah, it's a pretty weird coincidence. What're you doing here?"

"Scavenging," I tell her honesty. "The town-" I can't remember it's name so I gesture in the general direction I came from. "-is picked dry. Just happened to come across this place while looking for the next one. You?"

Her eyes darken, expression almost murderous and I find myself hoping I never piss her off because she's scary as hell. "The Governor. Caught wind that he'd headed this way."

"Ahhhh," I nod, eyeing her worriedly.

I'd heard about her obsession with finding this Governor guy. Luckily, I've never come across him. I'd probably be dead if I had. Michonne was determined to make him pay for what he's done, which I know bits and pieces and he'll definitely be getting what he deserved. The group was worried about her. More than once I had Rick asking me to convince Michonne to give up the search. He hoped that she'd listen to me because of our ever growing friendship but I had yet to convincer her. She was a stubborn lady. "You want some help?" If I can't convincer her to go home, at least I can make sure she isn't doing it alone.

"Are you sure?" She questions. "You've heard about him – he's dangerous."

"Yeah," I nod. "Gotta cover your ass, eh? Can't have you die before I get to see you naked." I wink.

I'm not really gay, I just liked flirty banter. Although I had fooled around with a girl once, it just wasn't my thing. I like boobies but not in a I wanna kiss them kinda way, just in a damn they're awesome kind of way. I had no urges to actually have sex with another woman.

Well...maybe Black Widow. She rocks.

She laughs. "Keep talking like that and it'll happen sooner rather than later." I grin and she continues, looking around the shop. "This place is empty, I already looked. We should head out."

I nod in agreement and step forward to hold the door open. "After you, m'lady." I gesture.

She snorts and shoves me outside.

"You're quiet, you okay?" Michonne asks later that night.

I'm snapped away from my thoughts and glance away from the fire, over to her. "Yeah, just thinking." Clearing my throat, I reach into my bag and pull out my chocolatey goodness.

Michonne quirks an eyebrow at me.

I squirt some into my hand before offering her some. "It's chocolate flavoured," I wiggle the lube as if it'll help her make up her mind.

She glances from the bottle, to me, and then back to the bottle before holding out her hand. "Hell yes I want some."

I grin, and we share the sticky treat back and forth until it starts to become too sickly. This allows me some more time to continue with my thoughts; should I go back to the prison with Michonne once we were finished following the trail?

I wanted to meet them all. Honestly, I really did. Which is weird as fuck for me, the person who doesn't like other people. But they'd become my family. However I was concerned about feeling trapped. I liked sleeping outside without a ceiling blocking my view of the stars, or walls keeping the fresh cool air away. I was a free bird, and the idea of living in a prison cell made me feel like my wings were about to become clipped.

I couldn't stay on the run forever though, could I? I guess there was a lot of good reasons to settle down. It'd be safer, right? I'd finally get to see if Daryl is as hot as I think he is. I could give Rick a heart attack everyday with my recklessness. I could even meet baby Judith, and 'accidentally' teach her some swear words.

But...there was also the possibility that our way of life wasn't compatible, and it could ruin our friendship forever because of too much conflict. I didn't like answering to people, or being told what to do. Then again, now that I thought about it...more than once I'd found myself following the instructions Rick gave me over the radio without a second thought, or an ounce of irritation.

Weird.

Huh, maybe it could work. I guess there was only one way to found out...Not that it mattered right now. Michonne was still determined to find the Governor and until the trail disappeared, or we discover it's not actually him, I don't have to worry about my final decision.

"Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad," I chant, out of breath, as me and Michonne run from the very pissed off crazy men behind us.

I have no idea if they're the Governors people or not but they're not happy about Michonne following their trail. We're running as fast as we can, weaving in and out of the cars which litter the highway. We're faster than them, which is great! But they have weapons which they have no problem shooting at us with.

"Fuck!" I scream, arms raising as if it would somehow defend me. That one definitely whizzed passed my ear. "Michonne, they're gonna hit us!"

"I know!" She grits out, but she doesn't sound scared, just agitated. I admire her for that because I'm pissing my pants right now. "Duck behind the cars! Now!"

I do as she says, my palms burning as they take the brunt of my drop. Instinctively, I hide behind the closest car, watching as Michonne does the same opposite me. "Now what?"

She's breathing as heavy as I am. "We take them out, one by one." She's speaking quieter than she was before. "Tactically. If we can get at least one gun, I'm sure we can take 'em."

My eyes bug out of my head. "You're kidding me right?"

Michonne looks as if she's wishing she was. "Don't be afraid; we can pull this off." I glance over the bonnet of the car to see that the men have slowed down, walking cautiously as they search around the cars. There's five of them, three of them being older guys. "The one in the jean jacket, he's ahead of 'em. We take him out first."

I watch as she picks up a large rock. "You're crazy."

She shrugs. "Maybe, but it's helped me survive this long."

When it goes down, it reminds me of awesome action movie. Or at least, Michonne did. I, on the other hand, acted more like a wannabe action star in a parody.

The Jean guy reaches us at the same time Michonne rolls the rock underneath the car so it lands behind him. He turns away from us, gun aimed at the offending object and before he can realise he's been had, she trips him. Shots fire and then she has his gun, shooting him in the middle of the forehead.

I stare at her in awe as she crouches back down behind her car, this time armed. "My panties are so wet for you right now."

She snorts. The remaining four men shout in anger but seem to have slowed down in their approach. They hadn't seen us – well, Michonne – coming and I bet it's freaking them the fuck out.

"We need to distract them," she says thoughtfully. "If only for a few seconds. With this baby, I can take them all." She taps the AK-47. "But how-"

"My time to shine," I throw her a grin and before she has a chance to ask me what I'm doing I shout, "Don't shoot! I'm coming out!"

Michonne looks panicked, shaking her head wildly.

"Trust me. Get ready," I tell her, hoping it's not the last words I say to my friend before climbing on top of the car in front of me.

I hold my hands out in surrender as I straighten myself. The four men are aiming their gun at me and It's my turn to panic. I'm not as cool as Michonne. I can't pull this off like she could.

But I can pull it off the 'Darcy' way.

"I have one thing to say to you guys..." Reaching for down, I pull my jacket up along with my shirt and bra until it's bunched under my chin, revealing my breasts. "Pudding!"

Yep, I went there.

"Damn..." I hear one of the men groan before Michonne is spraying the AK at them. I half expect her to say say hello to my little friend. Once the last man has fallen, I cover myself, adjusting my bra when it feels uncomfortable. I turn to Michonne.

Her mouth is hanging open, gun swinging by her side. She looks as if she doesn't know whether to laugh or slap me. "You..."

"I know," I nod. "I'm a genius." I jump down from the car. "I mean, your way was cool too but...everything is better with a bit of boob."

"Jesus," she splutters, and then she's full blown laughing and I can't help but join her. "And you called me crazy," she says when she's finished.

I shrug before glancing over at the dead guys. "We should take their weapons."

"Agreed." We head towards them, side by side.

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you get my Supernatural reference? You know, when Dean pulls down his pants and says 'pudding!"

"I'm sad to say that I didn't."

I pout. What a waste of a awesome joke.

I stay with Michonne for another 2 weeks before we, sadly, get separated. It wasn't intentional. We got cornered by a herd of Walkers – as she calls them – and we had no choice but to run in different directions.

She made it back to the prison safely. And yes, I know they live at a prison. She told me all about it while trying to convince me to go back with her.

At this point, I'm seriously considering joining them. A week has passed since I've seen Michonne and for the first time in my life I'm actually wanting to be around people. Maybe it's because we get along so well. I don't know I just seem to...fit with them. A feeling I've never had before, not even with my own family.

"Darcy?" The radio comes to life. "Ya there?" It's Daryl speaking.

I sit up. Once again I found a roof to set up on. I'm not sure why but I always felt safer high up without a ceiling above me. Maybe it's because of the whole fear-of-being-caged thing, the main reason I hadn't joined the prison yet. I can't imagine sleeping behind bars.

"Daryl?" I respond once I pull the radio out of my bag. "What's up?" I'm kind of worried because I don't think Daryl has ever contacted me first. There's been plenty of times when I've contacted them and Daryl so happens to have the radio, or be in the room with the radio, or however it works. But never has he sought me out.

"Nothin' jus'...checkin' up on ya," he tells me before quickly adding, "Michonne was worried." Why does that sound like a lie? "You ain't spoke to us in a while."

"Yeah, sorry. Been a rough 2 days."

"Everythin' alright?" Is it just me or does he sound concerned? Aw.

"Yeah, yeah...just...god I'm going to sound so paranoid," I laugh humourlessly, rubbing the palm of my spare hand over my right eye. "I just keep getting this feeling of, like, being followed." Worried that I sound crazy, I mention, "It's probably nothing..."

He doesn't speak for a moment. "Ya want me to come pick you up? Bring ya home?"

I don't know why but my breath catches and heart splutters in my chest. Home? I've never even been there but they've accepted me enough to call their place my home? Fuck, now I'm rubbing my eyes for a different reason. I need to change the subject before I start crying like a big baby. "You get my gift?"

I'd forgotten to ask until now.

He snorts. "Ya mean ya panties? Yeah, Michonne gave 'em to me in front of the whole damn prison."

For the first time in 2 days, I laugh. "Oh god, I love that girl," I breathe. I miss her. "Tell me, did you take 'em? They were my best ones..." I can't help but tease him.

He pauses. "Well, yeah." He huffs out a chuckle when he hears me laughing some more.

I can't ignore the effect his words have on my body. He actually has my underwear. Damn, fuck...that's so hot. I want to tell him that, so I do. "That's so damn hot that you actually kept them." Hmm, I wonder. "Wanna fool around?"

"What?" he chokes out.

"I'm joking," I try to laugh it off. "Actually no I'm not. It's been awhile, you know? And yeah my vibrator is awesome as fuck but your voice just does things to me." I'm a big flirt, so if he turns me down I can just joke it off.

I really hope he doesn't turn me down.

"You-" he clears his throat. "You have a vibrat'r?"

"Yup, I was just about to use it too. Wanna hear?"

He inhales sharply. "Good lord."

I grin, taking that as a yes. Before he can change his mind, I pull my toy free of my bag and shimmy my jeans and underwear down my legs, leaving them on my ankles just in case I need to make a quick exit. I turn the vibrator on, watching as begins to move in a circle motion. I place it next to the radio. "It's quiet, which is great by the way. Can you hear it?"

"Ye," he clears his throat again. "Ye I can hear it. Ya really gonna..."

I turn off the vibrator and place it on my belly. My fingers now free find my pussy, placing pressure against my clit. I didn't want to use my vibrator yet, not sure if I was ready for it. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me and I realise that I'm actually pretty damn horny just by his voice alone. I can feel the juices which gathered by my entrance on the tip of my fingers and bring it towards my swollen nub. I whimper at the feeling, almost reminding me of a tongue. "Only if you want me to." I pause, swallowing. "Do-do you want me to, Dare?"

The balls in his court now. If he says no, I'm 75% sure I can just laugh it off, tell him I got him good, and then spend the rest of the evening alone with my vibrator.

If he says yes however...

"You ain't shy, huh?" His voice is deeper. I try not to smile. It's not a no but it's not quite the answer I want.

I think back to when I flashed those guys my breasts to distract them so Michonne could shoot them. "No, no I'm not."

"An ya okay with...ya know...me listenin'?"

"I'd rather you more than listened..." I trail off suggestively.

He pauses for a long moment. "I can do tha'."

My belly bubbles with excitement. I've been crushing on Daryl for a while now and the fact that he must have some kind of attraction to me as well is making me giddy. "Good. Good. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Ya tits..." He hesitates as if he doesn't know what to do or say. Which is fine, it's obviously his first time doing this; he'll find his feet. "Want ya to touch 'em. Use ya thumb to caress ya pretty nipples, make 'em all hard 'n swollen."

Oh my. He's better at this than I thought. I take it back; he's already found his feet. "I can do that," I breathe his exact words from moments before removing my hand from my pants and sliding them up my shirt and bra. "They're already hard," I admit. "Probably were the moment I heard your voice."

He groans. "Ya want me tha' bad, huh?"

"Yesss..." I can't help it; I need more stimulation than just my breasts and only have one hand available since I need the other to hold down the button on the radio. I remove my fingers from my breast and place them back onto my clit. "I'm touching my pussy, Daryl. You've made me so wet I'm soaking my sleeping bag."

A sharp inhale. "Damn, girl, don't even hav'ta touch ya an' ya ready for me. You're a hot liddol thing, ain'tcha? Bet you'd ride my dick real good."

I sink my fingers into myself, vibrator forgotten as it rolls off my stomach. "I'd ride you for hours," I growl, fingers zeroing in on my g-spot. I gasp as I tap it. "I'm getting so close, Jesus..."

"Jesus can't save you from me now, liddol Darcy," he responds almost menacingly, making my body clench around my digits. "Fuckin' nasty girl, don't even know wha' I look like and ya gushin' all over ya self for me. Bet it's gonna be a real good one too. Maybe y'all even squirt."

I moan, louder than I probably should have. I tilt my hand slightly so my thumb can reach my clit. It's awkward but I manage it while still stimulating my g-spot, and cry out when I hit both of my pleasure buttons. "I've never squirted before," I confess breathlessly. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Yeah, almost there too." From the strain in his voice, I believe him. "Why don't ya come home n I'll make ya spray ya dirty liddol pussy all over my fingers and sheets. Bet ya'd love tha'..."

That pushes me over the edge. "I'm cummin'. Jesus, cum with me...Oh god Daryl," I rush out, thighs squeeing my wrist and my body constricts. My teeth dig into my lip in an weak ass attempt to hold back my sounds. I'm vaguely aware of Daryl cumming and his groans only make my orgasm more intense.

"Good lord," I hear him exhale heavily when I return to earth.

"Wow," I breathe. "I think I'm gonna be coming 'home' quicker than I originally planned."

He huffs a laugh. "Well damn. If that's all I need ta do ta convince ya I woulda done it ages ago."

I planned on heading to the prison the day after mine and Daryl's, uh, 'conversation'. Wink wink. I woke up that morning with the intentions of searching the town before radioing my group and asking them to come pick me up finally.

But I hadn't considered that the reason why I was feeling paranoid about someone following me, was because someone was actually following me. Stupid, I know. But I never did claim to be the smartest person around.

Funny? Damn right.

Clever? Eh, not so much.

I never did make it to the prison that day; but it's okay because a piece of the prison found me.

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