Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead nor am I making monetary profit from writing this drabble.
Summary: Daryl would never let the walkers steal moments like this one with Rick…
Warnings/Author's Notes: Turn back now if slash isn't your thing. Enjoy this little something if it is. I'm not really sure what to say about this. I don't like what I've written, but I don't hate it either. You can expect that this is completed as it is. I want to write more Rick/Daryl in the future, but you could be waiting a long time, so don't get your hopes up. I don't venture often out of anime fandoms, but sometimes I do, especially if Saku challenges me to write something in a non-anime fandom in one of our drabble wars challenges, which is exactly how this drabble came into being. Go beg Saku if you want me to write more or, hell, beg me yourself if you want more Rick/Daryl. You just might give me inspiration or ideas for them.
Um, also, this drabble is AU-ish, but probably happening at some point in the prison arc. The time period is vague, but then again, drabbles don't really give a lot of room for that.
Rating: M
WC: About 275 words
Saku's drabble wars prompt: Rick/Daryl – Quiet times in between the chaos was rare, but they knew how to use the time, to find the specialness in these moments. [Use Kylie Minogue's song "Sensitized" as inspiration for this drabble.]
This Moment
By Yo; Written 9.24.14 & Posted 11.3.14
Back to back, he and Rick had stood, their weapons striking the walkers around them as if they were one unit, a well-oiled machine, in complete sync with each other. They'd been surrounded and they had no idea if they were going to live today…if today would be the day they'd become one of them. If their friends, family, would have to destroy their brains after they "turned." If they themselves would have to shoot their own brains out. Every day, nearly every moment, was like that. Where they had to wonder if they would live or die or relive again as one of those damned things.
Though as they fought for their lives, in the moment, earlier, they weren't thinking about any of that. Their minds were blank. Every action was committed on automatic. And somehow, someway, they'd held out long enough for the others to get to them and help clear out the group of walkers they'd found themselves in the middle of—the group of walkers wasn't as big as a herd, but not small enough to be easy for two grown, armed men to take out on their own. But Daryl and Rick still had somehow survived yet another encounter…
Right now, Daryl pinned Rick against the concrete wall of the communal shower area, the water having long since turned cold. He swallowed Rick's screams and groans and the man's "Oh, God!" and "Daryl!" and "Harder, damnit!" With each thrust…with each press of skin to skin… the pounding water against them …the pain…the pleasure… Daryl felt fucking alive inside Rick.
This moment, the walkers couldn't steal. He wouldn't let them. Ever.
End