Yes, I wrote this listening to The Doors. No, I'm not crazy. Not completely, at least.

No, nothing Walking Dead belongs to me, BUT, I'm proud to say the background belongs to WTFdoUwantNOW. I know she is the kind of girl that hears Light my fire while riding her Daryl.

Both scenes are situated after Daryl's departure and it's humor. Well, at least that's the intention.

Tribute to Exile

Andrea loves listening to good music.

She couldn't figure why nobody lent attention to those shy and little brown paperboard boxes that were lying in the corner of the garage. It had to be destiny working. Maybe nobody but her would appreciate that kind of music paradise. It had to be destiny. She almost jumped of emotion when she found those Doors records.

But that's something a crazy fangirl would do. That's something a loud adolescent would do. And she wasn't like that anymore. She sat on the floor and started to inspect the magical box. The Doors, Strange Days, Morrison Hotel, Live in Boston, Other voices… There weren't all of them, but it was something, so, she didn't care. She took her old mp3 player from the bottom of her backpack and smiled a small smile. Maybe she could take out from there those albums that were missing in the box. She hid it in her pocket and walked silently to the war room. She needed one of the computers.

She found Glenn in the stairs.

"Where is everyone?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

Andrea frowned and grabbed the box with more strenght.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked in return, smiling to the boy with her eyes.

"Andrea? Are you okay?" Glenn brought one eyebrow up and smiled with shyness.

"Come to my bedroom" she said opening the door. Then, she indicated Glenn to enter. Carol moved a little in her sleep. "Don't scream please, you'll wake her up" warned pointing towards the bed with her hand. She sighed and rested the box in the floor. "Are you ready?" she whispered when Glenn finished sitting on the floor, in front of the box.

"I… guess" he answered with a little bit of fear in his voice.

Andrea's smile grew wide at the sight of that.

"Look what I found in the lost objects box" she announced. Glenn actually jumped of emotion like a fangirl. "Relax, harajuku girl" Andrea said and smiled with some sort of pride while Glenn was admiring her treasure. "Do you think we can make a compiled with that and this?" she asked taking out her mp3 from her pocket.

"Yes…We can do that" Glenn said self-assured. "Don't misunderstand me, silence is golden, but this is just…"

"Yes, I know. Let's go to the war room before the rest of the crowd wakes up"

That night she fell asleep with Jim Morrison's voice as a lullaby.

She woke up and stretched her body slowly. He was sleeping next to her. He was giving her the view of his nude back while embracing a pillow on the other side of the bed. She sighed and looked down. She was completely naked and with none clue of what had happened.

There she was, she had slept with him, finally, and she couldn't remember a thing.

Was she drunk? She knew he wouldn't agree to sleep with her is she was drunk. So? Was she high? Damn, Daryl would know if she was intoxicated in any form. Anything, to use as an excuse not to run his fingers through her skin. Her naked skin.

She decided there wasn't time for lame courtesies.

"Wake up, rednecky. We have to discuss something" she said while memorizing the splendor of his nudity.

"Don't bother me, Blondie. I already gave you what you wanted. Last night" he growled.

Andrea repressed a frustration scream.

So, last hour news, everyone. She had magnificent and grandeur hot sex with Daryl Dixon and now she can't remember a thing.

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Details inside, yes, how proper does that sound?

"Daryl…" she began, but couldn't finish.

"Shuddup! What? You want more?"

Andrea blinked a few times in disbelief.

"Yes, please" she managed to say.

"Fine. Let's do it in the woods. Bring that briefcase of yours. The one with the toys in it. I'm moody"

Andrea felt her nerves tremble. One night and he already knew all her weapons? All her hidden tricks? That wasn't how things worked.

But she was in the dance club, and now she had to start dancing.

She looked at the disorder in her room. Carol wasn't there anymore and she was the attendant that was apparently taking care of her.

And Daryl? He came back? That fast? All was senseless.

She cringed when Daryl slapped her ass cheek.

"C'mon. I don't have all day. I have holes to dig. Don't you know nothing?" He was completely dressed and was looking at her. Angrily. She didn't mind covering. "Don't dress. I don't have time to be taking out your clothes all sweet and emotional" He smiled. With lust, fury, hunger and all. "Come here little charming princess, we have job to do" He said and walked to the bedroom door.

"Wait" Andrea said in a whisper and took her mp3 player. She thought she had slept with the headphones in her ears. She was pretty sure of that. "I'm ready"

"Walk with me to the greenhouse" he invited. Andrea followed him. The other members of the group looked at her with disgust as they passed by the house. Lori was shocked and covered Carl's eyes with desperation. Rick did his Yao Ming face and Dale was delighted.

Andrea held her briefcase to her body, tighter. She felt naked. Oh, wait. She was. And probably all the people alive in the world were looking at her. That had to be awkward.

They walked through the garden and Daryl stepped aside for her to enter the greenhouse first. All was decorated like in her nastiest dreams. Damn, it was the private dungeon of her dreams. Slytherin would be proud.

She stayed on her feet in the centre of the greenhouse and looked at the sky for a second. It was green, orange, purple and pink. All the colors of the rainbow were represented. It was beautiful.

She shuddered when his hands went through her body. It felt kind of clumsy, but it felt right at the same time.

Daryl sighed with weariness and used his strength to turn her around and face him.

Andrea started to pronounce his name but it got lost into Daryl's mouth. His lips were covering her in a high class labored kiss. He was like struggling but it was sexy in a kinky way.

Well, not. It was a mess. Andrea needed to take control of the situation and she needed to do that urgently. She grabbed him by the ass and when he tried to jump back, away from her grip, she took advantage and attacked his mouth harshly. She tasted the taste of his mouth for a few minutes and then she let him explore her a little. There were hands and saliva everywhere, urge and lust everywhere. They separated only when Daryl was ready for more.

"That was nice, Blondie. But you know I like things happening my way" he said looking at her in the eyes. "Now, get on your knees. You have hard work to do."