It was Christmas Eve and Daryl found himself at a shithole in the Kentucky, his rig broken down with a load of timber. He'd been on his normal route up to Michigan when his engine light flashed and steam poured from his hood. The poorly repaired radiator had finally shit the bed and Daryl was stuck, with no repair shop open for miles, until the twenty-sixth. He would be bedding down in his cab for a couple days and the only two places open within walking distance, was a greasy spoon diner and a shady as shit bar. He chose alcohol over food when his day spiraled into the shitter even further, as the skies broke above and sheets of rain poured down on his walk to town.

'Merry Fuckin' Christmas.' He scoffed inwardly while sipping his beer.

Daryl glanced at the dirty blonde that sided up to the bar shortly after he arrived, her denim jacket soaked from the rain outside. She ordered a whiskey, her voice husky but smooth. Raking a hand through her hair, the damp woman asked, "Got a problem?"
Grunting in return, Daryl turned his attention back the bartop below his elbows and the sweaty beer glass in front of him. He wasn't going to push his luck and interact with anyone, he wasn't sure how much worse his day could get, but he wasn't going to gamble. It wasn't as though he would even speak to woman in a bar on a normal day, but the way her body was stretched, her bra showing under the wet tshirt, it had his throat tightening and mouth drying out. Daryl tried to remember the last time he'd gotten laid, his mind shuffling to a drunken romp in a trailer a few years back. That train of thought only led to memories of times he preferred to forget, his solitary life on the road fitting him much better.
"You gonna stare all night or what?" She asked, before sipping her drink and raising an eyebrow.
"Ain't starin'?"
"No? You got a lazy eye then?"
Narrowing his eyes, Daryl growled, "Ain't got no lazy eye."

Snickering, she signaled for another double and drawled, "Good to know. They always bother me. I can never tell what fucking eye is actually looking at my tits."
Choking on his beer, Daryl felt his lips twitching at her dry humor. "Guess you'll know when I am then."
Smirking at him, she turned slightly in her seat and waved a hand over her torso like a gameshow host. "Well, get it over with, cowboy."
Snorting, Daryl glanced at her cocked eyebrow and twisted lips. "Not gonna fall for that shit, I look and you'll jus' punch me in the balls."
Laughing with an appealing rasp, she bumped him with her elbow and drawled, "Well, fuck. You've got me figured out already."
A smile tugged at his mouth but he shoved it away to appear unaffected by her pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes. She was sexy as fuck and Daryl couldn't help but slyly trail his eyes over her tight jean covered ass and long legs. He felt the rumblings of want in his gut, the resting beast, that he'd thought died, shaking itself awake.
"So, what's got you in this armpit on Christmas Eve?"
"Could ask ya the same." He grumbled, throwing back the rest of his beer before asking for a whiskey. Something stronger would be need to subdue the throb growing in his Levi's, the flirty blonde heating up the room.
"You could but I asked you first." She drawled.
He scoffed, his eyes flicking over to her before answering, "Truck broke down."
"Sucks to be you. The family's probably pissed huh?"
Shrugging his shoulder, Daryl ignored the attempt at getting information and grunted, "Your turn."
"Me, oh well I've always wanted to celebrate the season in a bar that could give me sepsis. You know, make me thankful the rest of the year when I don't need antibiotics"
Rolling his eyes at her half assed answer, Daryl sipped his drink and ruminated on what her story could be. She didn't seem the type to keep close friends or family, her salty attitude, abrasive at best and irritating at worst.
"Well, I suppose I should introduce myself since we're both stuck drinking this watered down shit. I'm Grayson."
"Grayson?"
"Yeah, friends call me Gray or G if your hip like that."
"Hhmp." Daryl grunted, his mouth rolling the name around and finding it somehow fitting for her to have such an odd name. She wasn't a normal girl you'd meet in a bar, her sense of humor quirky and smile edging on sarcastic.
"You gonna tell me yours or do I need to keep calling you cowboy?"
"Daryl."
"Daryl huh? Yeah I see it."
"See what?"
"Just look like a Daryl."
Cocking an eyebrow at her, he grumbled, "That a insult?"
"Nope. Just look like a southern boy. Sound like a southern boy. Name fits."
"From Georgia." Daryl offered surprisingly revealing something about himself.
"Good ol' boy then."
"Ain't no good ol boy."
"I'm sure you're pa was."
Grunting, he looked away and rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, as the sting of the scars on his back flared at the mere mention of his old man.
"Touchy subject." She quipped before throwing back the rest of her liquor. "Noted."
"So where you from?" He grumbled, avoiding the obvious landmine topic.

"Kentucky, well. Sorta. Born in Nevada but the parental units weren't exactly parental so I was shipped off to the nearest relatives. So Texas, then… Nebraska. Michigan and finally the great state of Kentucky."
"Damn. Thought I moved a lot."
"Yeah, I don't settle roots." She snorted, "this place is been home for… three days."
Snorting, he glanced at her as she drummed her fingers on the bartop.
"You get a room at the hotel?" Grayson asked, her eyes flicking to the bartender while pointing at her glass for another round. Daryl would've been surprised at her getting another drink if she didn't seem like the type of woman who could hold her liquor.
"Nah. Stayin' in the rig."
"Comfy." She deadpanned, sipping from the glass.
"Slept worse places." Daryl drawled, his lip curling slightly as she laughed. He like the sound and he liked that he had her making it.
"Well, by all means. Get a wicked crook in your neck, meanwhile I'll stretch out on my queen sized bed after a hot shower."
Daryl's eyes slid to hers as she bit her lip, the woman playing coy. A rough sound escaped his throat as he contemplated what her statement and face were telling him. A heat began to spread from his groin, a slow roar that tightened his balls and deepened his breathing.
"Could use a shower." He heard himself muttering, his eyes catching the way her throat bobbed at his statement, a flush painting her cheeks pink.
"Best settle our tabs then Daryl." She drawled, pulling out her cigarettes. "I'll be outside having a smoke."
With that, she wandered out of the bar and Daryl scoffed in irritation.

'Figures.' He grumbled, the man realizing she was just using him to buy her drinks for the evening. Throwing down a few bills after getting the total from the bartender, Daryl headed for the exit. He was pleasantly buzzed at least, the man figuring she would be long gone by the time he found his way outside. His evening wasn't a total loss, the anger from being stuck momentarily forgotten.

Sliding out onto the tiny patio, he cupped his lighter as he lit a smoke. Sucking in a deep drag, he startled as her voice rasped behind him. "About time. Thought you were gonna puss out."
His eye twitched at the taunt, his nostrils flaring as smoke was exhaled. "Ain't a bitch."
"Good." She quipped, tipping her chin to the beat up pick up truck. "Get in then."

He hadn't expected to wind up in some hotel room with a strange woman but there he was, watching her peel off her soaked coat and kick off her boots. Daryl removed his leather jacket, his shirt soaked down the back of his collar and chest.

"I'd offer you the shower first but I'm kinda a bitch." She rasped, her lips twisting into a smirk as she removed her jeans and t-shirt. He swallowed thickly as he saw her translucent bra and panties, the sheer fabric soaked from rainwater.
"Those look uncomfortable."
"They are." She rasped, teasingly pulling at the material.
"Take 'em off." He growled, his hand adjusting the swelling in his jeans.
Licking her lips, Grayson slid her panties down and tugged off her bra leaving her smooth skin exposed. Biting his bottom lip, Daryl yanked his shirt off before reaching for her hips. He pulled her against his front, her soft skin feeling scorching against his chest. Growling when her mouth slid along his collarbone and nipped the skin sharply.
"Easy." He grunted, his fingers curling into her soft hips and narrow waist. "Don't need no rabies shots."
Smirking, her tongue soothed the red spot she'd caused. "Sorry, cowboy."
"Get in the shower." Daryl rasped, his hands guiding her backwards. "Freezin' my balls off."
"Well, we don't want that." She muttered, her tongue swiping across the tattoo on his chest.

Grayson pulled the curtain open and turned the faucet on, steaming rising almost instantly as the shower head sputtered alive. She climbed inside and cocked an eyebrow. "Wearing jeans in the shower Daryl?"
"Nah." He grunted, dropping his jeans and boxers without hesitation, despite the anxious rattle he felt up his backbone. Daryl wasn't the most confident of men but he knew he had a decent body and his dick was nothing to be scoffed at. The sight of her eyes widening and lips parting at the view, however, had his ego swelling as much as his dick, the muscle flexing as she licked her lips hungrily.
"Like that, darlin?" He asked, the words rolling across his lips like gravel as he stroked his cock.
"Yeah." She gasped, hers eyes flicking over his body before focusing onto his groin. "Fucking get in me already… Here, get in here already… I mean."
"Right." He drawled, his lips twitching as she seemed flustered under his gaze. "You don't want me in you then?"
"Yeah… I do."
"Yeah?"
"Fuck yes." She growled, her hand clutching his wrist and pulling him into the shower stall.
Kissing her deeply, Daryl curled his hands into her blonde hair, holding her face to his. He dove into Grayson's sweet mouth, his tongue curling around hers, sampling every corner of the needy heat. She was greedy, her teeth clacking against his as she sucked and nipped his lips.
"Fuck." She growled as he pressed her into the tile wall, his leg rubbing between hers.
"Like that?" He growled into her neck, sucking on her pulse point as she squirmed against his thigh.
"Yeah." She moaned, her blue eyes fluttering closed as his hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing across her hard nipple.
"Want more, darlin'." Daryl muttered behind her ear, his tongue tracing the shell and lobe.
"Yeah."
Groaning at her exploring hands, her fingers finding their way to his cock. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile and panted as she stroked a tight grip around his aching dick, the head swelling with every pump.
"You like that, cowboy?"

Grunting, Daryl pulled away and spun her around to face the wall. A squeak was followed by a needy moan as his hand dove between her legs from behind. Curling into his fingers through the wet lips between her spread legs, Daryl growled deeply as he found her soaked and fluttering.
"Want my dick, sugar?"
"Yes." She hissed as his fingers plunged inside. "Now."
Groaning as he rolled his hips against her ass, his dick sliding along the slick skin.

"Damn, darlin'. Alright. Alright." He rumbled into the curve of her neck, his tongue tasting her as he slid into position. The heat between her legs felt overwhelming, the sensation causing his fingers to curl into her hips and teeth to sink into her shoulder. He could feel her walls fluttering with every push, his dick pulling delicious moans from her throat, as she clawed at the wall.
"That's it." He grunted, his hips settling flush with hers. "Take it all, sugar."

Grayson moaned, her eyes flicking to him over her shoulder, blonde hair plastered to her forehead. Daryl growled at the sight of her lust blown pupils and swollen lips, the woman desperate for him.
"Hold on, sweetheart." Daryl rasped into her ear, before snapping his hips at a rapid pace, driving himself inside the tight heat.
"Fuck." She moaned, her ass pushing back into his groin as she arched her neck onto his shoulder.
"Yeah." He growled into her neck, biting into the soft flesh and sucking deep bruises into the pale skin. "You like it hard?"
"Yes." Grayson panted, her cheek flush against the wall as Daryl boxed her in with wide shoulders and thick arms. One hand buried itself into her hair and tugged her head back and to the side, stretching the curve for better access. His tongue licked a long line up the delicate skin, circling the love bites he'd left. A smirk curled his lips at the sight, his eyes meeting hers as she stared at him in a daze.
Kissing her lips gently, Daryl moved his other hand between her body and the wall, his fingers stroking her soaked lips. He felt himself pumping into her, the dual sensation curling his toes and tightening his balls. Thrusting into her with rapid and firm pumps, their skin slapping and feet slipping. Growling as she clenched around his dick, Daryl could feel her teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

"Come on, darlin'. I feel ya." He growled, his fingertips flicking her hood sharply. "Cum for me."
A whine rose from her arched throat, her mouth dropping open as she shuddered underneath his weight. Daryl pushed inside as far as her tight little body would allow, soaking up the feeling of her fluttering walls and wet lips. He rocked his hips into her, his body pressing her into the tile as he panted into her wet hair. "Fuckin' so tight."
"You gonna cum, cowboy?" She rasped, her breath choppy and hoarse.
"Fuck yeah." He grunted, his hips slamming into her ass, the soft flesh bouncing with every thrust. "So deep."
"Yeah, do it."
"Fuck." Daryl snarled, his hands grasping her breasts as he slapped his hips into her over and over. The clench of her around his aching head, had Daryl losing all control of his body. Shoving himself into her, he pressed the petite blonde into the wall while rocking the last throbbing pulses into her.
"Jesus." Daryl panted, his breath sharp and hurried as he sucked on her neck. Sliding from her body, Daryl stepped back and allowed her to turn around. She gave him a flirty smirk as she did, kissing his jaw and cheek before planting one on his lips.

"I'm not sure if I made Santa's naughty or nice list, but I sure as fuck believe in holiday miracles now. Best present ever." She replied her eyes bright and playful.

"Only present I ever got."

Cocking an eyebrow at the statement, Grayson drawled, "well that's unacceptable."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." She muttered before dropping to her knees. "Guess I'll need to make sure it can never be topped then huh?"

Daryl groaned as she took him into her mouth. "Merry fuckin' Christmas."