A/N: I started a story a long time ago but got writer's block bad...so I started this one. No zombies here, sorry. I don't want to kill off characters. Feedback and ratings are very much appreciated. Here we go...

I fell in love with Daryl Dixon when I was 16 years old, he was 21. Of course I didn't catch his attention until I turned 18. This was due to the 5 year age gap. We had known each other since I was real young, my family moved into a farm house not far from the Dixon's cabin. Much to my pleasure my father hired him on to help out around the farm when I was 17. I would catch him looking at me every once in a while, but he would never touch me. He knew my father would fire him if he did. I was underage after all.

My older sister, Lori, would tease me constantly about my crush. But I didn't care, as far as I was concerned it wasn't a crush, it was love. It didn't matter to me that he hadn't shown the slightest interest in me other than just the normal niceties and maybe the occasional stare an older man would show a young woman. When he was working, he wouldn't get all flustered and annoyed with me when I was right there watching him work, too close for comfort sometimes I'm sure, but he never complained.

One day, my best friend Amy was visiting to meet my new nephew, Carl. We were sitting on the porch ogling over him while Lori and Rick were inside talking to my parents. "I can't wait to have a baby," I said. "Yeah, with Daryl," Amy teased. "Shut up!" I whispered and playfully punched her in the arm. "Speak of the devil," Amy said. I looked up in the direction she was glancing and saw him walking off in the direction of the woods, in the center of which was our pond.

"Go ahead Oz, go get your man, Andrea will be here to pick me up shortly anyway," Amy urged. "What about Carl?" I asked. "I'll take him in to your sister and tell them you wanted to go for a swim with Daryl," she said. "They won't mind. They like Daryl, besides, you're 18 now." So, I went after him, not even bothering to go get my bathing suit. I caught sight of him after about 10 minutes. He was already in his boxers about to jump off the dock into the small pond.

I quickly stripped into my white lacy bra and panties, thankful that they matched. I somehow managed to sneak into the pond just as Daryl was emerging on the other side of the water. I swam over to him underwater and grabbed him around his waist. He must have seen my clothes up on the bank because he didn't freak out. He reached down and pulled me up by my waist and hauled me out of the water and before I knew it I was flying and all too soon splashing right back down into it.

He just threw me, I thought. I looked around and didn't see him. I prepared myself for the worst bracing for the scare I just knew was coming. But it didn't. Instead I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind. I instantly leaned back in to his well-tanned, scarred chest. I had seen the scars on his body before, but we have never talked about them. For some reason I couldn't wait to rub my hands over them. I quickly turned around and stared up into his deep, icy-blue eyes.

That is when it happened, for the very first time, exactly nine days after my 18th birthday. He released my waist and took my face in his hands and he kissed me. I had never kissed a boy before, let alone a man. It sure seemed like he had practice at this. It felt amazing, as if all the love I felt for him was forced into that one kiss. The most amazing thing is I felt it coming back from him. As if he loved me as much as I loved him. At this point I would've done anything he asked me too.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he lowered his arms to lift me up by my ass. I thought I was going to pass out. He carried me over to the bank and gently laid me down on the grass, still between my legs. We were still kissing and it wasn't long before he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, requesting access. I instantly parted my lips, granting him entrance.

He had his arms on either side of my head, holding himself up over me. We kissed awhile longer like that, but then I was ready for more. I pulled on his arm gently and he shifted his weight over to one arm. I brought his warm hand down and placed it on my breast. That seemed to be the extra push he needed to take it further because he instantly made a sort of growling noise and began grinding on me between my legs. I took this opportunity to rub my hands up and down his scarred chest.

I could feel him growing harder against my inner thigh. I pushed him off of me and sat up. He gave me a confused look as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. He lunged for me and I slid my hands down to the waist band of his boxers and pulled them down. I gasped as I glanced down at his throbbing member. He took his time kissing me all over. Finally, he helped me wiggle out of my panties.

He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked. "I'm sure, I love you Daryl." I replied. "I love you too Osten, I have for a long time," he said. He took his time sliding into me, it was pretty painful. After a few minutes he asked, "Are you OK?" "It hurts, but I'm fine. Don't stop," I replied. It didn't last very long, about 10 minutes maybe. It felt like an eternity though, as soon as it began to feel good, it was over. But, I wasn't going to complain because I knew it would get better over time.

When he finished he rolled over and lay beside me. "That was amazing Oz," Daryl said. "It was," I replied. I could have lain there forever, but I knew dinner would be ready soon. "I have to go back up to the house. Dinner will probably be ready," I said as I hurriedly put my clothes back on. "Ok Ozzy. I'll see you later," Daryl replied and kissed my cheek when he was finished dressing himself. I took off toward my house as soon as I had my shoes tied. "Hey, Osten, wait up!" Daryl yelled behind me. I slowed down and turned around to face him. "Yeah?" I asked. "You're mine now, you know that right?" he asked. "Of course, and I couldn't be happier about it!" I replied. I had a smile on my face for the rest of that day and had the best sleep of my life that night.