The long-nailed hands grasped at Daryl's shirt and pants, tugging hard as they tried to rip the fabric. He struggled vainly, but the sheer weight of them kept his arms pinned to the ground and his legs immobile. He growled, "Get off me you damn ugly-"
The crowd of females continued hissing at him. Their faces were all perfect, even twisted in anger. Their hair was long and silky and smooth. It was untangled and flowed as if it was being blown by a breeze. The females fought each other, long nails raking furrows down perfect faces. Several of them held weapons, which they used to hack at the bodies of the unarmed. Despite their injuries, whether inflicted by weapons or nails, none of the half crazed women faltered, moved away or released their grip on the redneck.
One of the women managed to grip his hair. She tugged it back and stroked his face with her free hand. Her smooth, luscious lips were puckered and her soft hair brushed his face as she murmured, "I love you so much, Daryl darling. I know you feel the same about me." She leaned toward him. "Kiss me!"
Daryl choked and tried to turn his face away. As the woman's lips descended he felt all hope was lost.
Suddenly there was a shout. "I'll save you Daryl!"
Daryl looked up just in time to see Rick throw himself into the melee. Daryl's eyes widened as Rick beat back the group back with only handgun. The girls withdrew, hissing angrily and cursing the former sheriff. Rick put a hand down to Daryl and pulled the smaller man to his feet. Daryl sighed and started to speak when Rick's grip changed. The sheriff interlocked his fingers with Daryl's and dragged him close. Rick's eyes were slightly glazed and he murmured, "Daryl, oh Daryl, now that Lori is gone I realize that it's been you I've loved all along. Your wonderfully muscled physique and piercing eyes have captured me." He leaned close and murmured, "Kiss me, Dixon…"
Daryl woke with a howl. The nightmare had been plaguing him for weeks. He sat up, chest heaving as he looked around. All was well. He was alone in his bed, with no females or a love-struck Rick Grimes anywhere in sight. He lay down, shutting his eyes as he tried to get comfortable. Suddenly, he felt something soft sliding along his thigh. His eyes snapped open as he heard Carol whisper sensuously, "I've waited so long for this-"
Daryl screamed again.
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After noticing the amount of Daryl fics, I had to do this.
I regret nothing.