Thank you all for the wonderful reviews on my previous one-shot-turned-full-story. You all are fabulous and so supportive. Your comments made my first crack at fan fiction enormously fun! So...let's continue!

Please remember, HEED the RATINGS WARNINGS! I don't own the WD or any of it's characters, we're all just having a lil' harmless fun. We'll put the back like we found them (it's just that Daryl will have a great big smile on his face...).

Chapter 1: Morning

Daryl opened his eyes. He could hear the birds chirping in the trees outside. It was sometime not long after daybreak. The dim light of the room was just enough to allow him to see her stretched out beside him, laying on her stomach, her hand across his chest, resting over his heart. She was not wearing any clothes and the covers on her side were scrunched down at the foot of the mattress. She was hot again. Daryl smiled quietly to himself. Hallie's hand over his heart felt warm to the touch. She was always complaining of being hot and his usual reply to her was "Don't I know it."

Daryl looked at her stretched before him, her head turned away from him, legs crossed at the ankles. Her skin was pale and smooth, like porcelain. He had asked her once why she didn't go tan like so many of the other girls he knew. "Irish don't tan." she had responded. "We just burn and peel." Only a few scars remained as a reminder of her ordeal. Daryl made it a habit to try not to touch them because he knew she was still self-conscious about them. She still found it difficult to talk about, even with him now. It worried him that she hadn't fully dealt with her feelings, with the scars he couldn't see.

He sat up slowly, carefully moving her hand from his chest so as not to wake her. He touched her long curly hair. It had been still damp when they went to bed last night and now it was tousled and wild-looking. He could remember the cool feeling of it against his stomach and thighs while she was going down on him before they made love. Now it covered her as she slept. He gently ran his hands through it, from her neck, down her back, to where it ended at the top of her ass, just reaching the cleft between her cheeks. He brushed his hand gently down the length again, this time letting his fingers continue a bit further beyond in the cleft. Once more he brushed downward, feeling the soft strands and letting this hand continue the journey, this time moving slowly all the way down, around and under as far as he could, feeling her warmth there too. Daryl closed his eyes and smiled, imagining what they'd soon be doing if she woke up.

Hallie stirred and sighed, making a quiet "Mmmmm" sound at the feel of his touch down there. She loved it when he touched her like this, his fingers gentle and soft. She opened her eyes sleepily.

"Whatcha' doin'?" she whispered.

"Just enjoyin' tha' view."

"Uhm, Bud, I hate to tell ya, but your eyes are shut." she said, rolling over on her side, now facing him, a slight smile on her lips. Daryl opened his one of his eyes and then the other and gave her a look that made her mouth water. His hand was resting on her hip now. She took it in hers and pulled it to her breast. Daryl's hand squeezed softly, first one, then the other. He ran his thumb across her nipple slowly, deliberately, then traced lazy circles around her areola. He moved back to the other breast and continued. Hallie tilted back her head as she closed here eyes and sucked in air, pursing her lips. "God, Dixon." she hissed, her chest heaving as Daryl shifted his position and now used both hands.

Hallie opened her eyes to watch him. His shaggy brown hair was streaked lighter in places from the time he spent in the sun. There was a noticeable tan line where the sleeves of his shirts should have been. "Sleeves get in the way." he had explained when she had once asked. The muscles in his shoulders and arms were well-defined, larger than they would normally have been and he looked, well, amazing. Daryl wasn't a large man but the months spent hunting with the crossbow and the change in diet since the outbreak had made him thinner, leaner. His stomach muscles were tight and cut and just the sight of him made heart beat faster and caused a warmth and ache that started in her stomach and ran south.

Hallie loved how he looked without a shirt. She had made him promise not to go around without one in camp, as well. Hallie had seen Andrea and Carol's expressions one day after they were horsing around at the lake and she'd pushed him in. He had peeled off his soaking-wet shirt as he was walking out of the water, little rivers chasing down his biceps and chest, down his flat stomach, melting into the top of his faded, olive-green army fatigue pants. Hallie had never been the jealous type, but the unexpected look of lust on her friends' faces was enough to kick in her "He's mine" gene into high gear and from then on, she worried to herself about things like that.

Daryl looked up to Hallie and their eyes met. They were darker, more green, smoldering with desire. She bit the lower corner of her bottom lip and closed her eyes, making a whimpering sound. "Don't stop." she whined, her head falling backwards. "Baby, don't stop." Daryl clamped on to one breast with his mouth and at the same time moved on top of her, laying her head on a pillow, his legs straddling her hips. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders as he circled her nipple roughly, nipping, scraping it with his teeth, exhaling on it, making her moan loudly. She put her feet flat on the mattress and lifted her hips to meet him, her fists clenching the sheets into little balls. "Jesus, Dixon," she said in a guttural voice, "if you're gonna do it, it'd better be now!"

Daryl grasped her hips and flipped Hallie over on her stomach, pulling her up as he rose up on his knees, pulling her to his lap as he entered her. He stretched her arms upward, dragging his fingers slowly, roughly down the insides of her arms from her wrists to her sides, around to her breasts and down her stomach as she reached behind her to hold on to him. With one arm, he held her by the waist, bending her slightly forward, the other plunging between her legs, quickly finding her most sensitive spot, teasing little circles and massaging. Daryl moved slowly at first, gently, thrusting perfectly in time with the speed of his fingers. He watched her long hair fall between them, swaying with their rhythm, watching it brush her ass as she arched her back and moved with him. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her up and down on him, his speed increasing with every thrust.

Hallie's breathing matched his, ragged and fast now, her hands moving down behind her to his hips. With every thrust, Daryl let out a low, throaty grunt, pulling her harder onto him, burying himself inside as far as he could. He rarely spoke during sex, especially when it was like this. Urgent. Almost animalistic. Hallie put her hands down flat on the mattress as Daryl leaned forward and grasped her by the shoulders, his blue eyes narrowed, head down watching himself enter her, pull out, enter, pull out. Faster and faster they moved together until he felt her squeezing rhythmically around him, as she came closer and closer to the edge as well.

"Fuck, Woman, I'm...Oh, JEE-zus Christ..." Daryl moaned loudly, as he exploded violently, his hands clamped on her hips, stopping his thrusts suddenly and letting himself come in waves, jerking forcefully inside her as she matched his intensity with her own. Daryl loved the feeling when he was inside her like this, the warmth of the waves and contractions around him, pulling him in further and further, subsiding slowly, little by little until the feeling was a gentle motion.

Hallie rolled her head back and leaned back into him as he sat back, pulling her with him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Oh...my...god." she whispered slowly, softly, her arms on top of his now.

Daryl kissed the side of her neck, slowly up, then down. He curled his tongue around the tip of her earlobe and nipped gently as she shivered first and then jumped. The fingers on his hand shifted slightly, finding her breast, and rolling her nipple slowly between two fingers. Hallie squeaked and jumped again, Daryl's arms tightening around her further.

"I'm going to scream if you don't stop." she warned him. "Swear to God."

"Go for it." he grinned. "Ain't nobody gonna' come in here. They know better'n ta interrupt a man an' his wife when the door's closed."

"Say that again." Hallie closed her eyes and shook her head.

"What?" Daryl said in a low voice as he sucked on her earlobe, running his tongue back and forth on the edge. "What do ya' want me ta' say again?"

"The wife part." she smiled and turned her head towards him.. "Say that part again."

Daryl looked at her puzzled. "You surprised? You're ma' wife. I put that ring on yer' finger. I tol' ya' it ain't comin' off. Ever. Yer' mine." He buried his face in her hair, pulling her closer to him, twining his legs around her.

Hallie closed her eyes and laid her head on his arm. "Mmm-hmm, yours. All yours."

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Daryl and Hallie sat like that for a good while, wrapped around each other after the most intimate of moments between a man and woman. Words were unnecessary. The sun was now fully up and morning noises could be heard from other areas of the building. Hallie was the first to break the silence.

"I don't want you to go tomorrow." she said quietly.

"Gotta. You're gettin' low on chapstick."

"Not funny." she squeezed his arm. "I don't want you to go. I'm serious. I have a bad feeling I can't shake."

"So yer' psychic now? Here. Read my palm." he said, with a gleam in his eye, grabbing himself.

"That's your dick, Asshole, " she said, scooting off of his lap. "and I'm pretty sure I don't need to be psychic to know what it's thinking." She stood up, walking away quickly to avoid his reaching grasp. "I don't think you're hearing me, Daryl. I... do... not... want... you... to... go." she said firmly, pausing between each word.

Daryl stood up and reached for his grey knit boxers and work pants that were draped over the side of a chair. Hallie tried not to look but found herself staring, biting her lip unconsciously. "Stop biting that lip an' lookin' at me like that or we're gonna be here 'nother hour. Asshole's hearin' ya' loud an' clear. He just ain't listenin'." He pulled up the boxers and slid into the pants. "I have ta' go. It wouldn't be safe fer' tha' others if I didn't. We go as a group, 'member? I gotta' go. End a' discussion."

He walked over to where she stood and helped her pull on the long-sleeved sweater, kissing her on the top of her head as it popped out the neck opening. "We'll be fine. We done this tons a' times. In an' out. Easy as pie." he said, taking her chin in his hand and kissing her softly on the lips. "Now c'mon. I done worked up a' appetite. I want some breakfast."

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Lori stood on the porch next to Hallie, Andrea and Carol. The women were waving goodbye to the four men as they circled the drive and headed towards the gate, Daryl and Glenn in Daryl's truck, Rick and T-Dog in another. On one of their last trips into town, they had exchanged the old jeep for a newer pick-up truck that had been abandoned on the street. It was roomier and held more, a definite plus on their forays into the nearby towns.

Lori slipped her arm around Hallie's shoulders and said "I know you're worried. I always worry. But they'll be ok."

"How can you tell I'm worried?" Hallie asked.

"You're chewing on your thumbnail." Lori squeezed gently. "I've seen Daryl do that when he's thinking about something too. It's so cute. You two are starting to act alike."

"Not just no, but HELL no!" Andrea said loudly. "It it definitely not cute! That is NOT happening! I forbid it." she shook her head. "Next thing you'll have your own crossbow and then we'll all be in trouble!" she laughed.

"No, Daryl's way too much of a male chauvinist to allow that!" Hallie laughed. "Wemmen' don't hunt! Ain't right. Goes 'ginst God 'n nature." she said, lowering her voice and trying to mimic Daryl's slow drawl. "Bad 'nuff they get ta' vote." The women were all laughing now.

"Well, SOMEBODY'S got too much Dixon in her these days!" Carol said quietly, rolling her eyes with a devilish smirk. Hallie's mouth flew open as Andrea and Lori both snorted and started to laugh hysterically. Hallie reached out to smack her friend playfully on the arm but Carol sidestepped out of her way. "Lit-ter-al-leee!" she called in a sing-song voice, as she quickly half-skipped into the safety of the admin building.

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Daryl leveled the crossbow. "Come on outta' there nice 'n slow an' nobody gets hurt, ya' hear?" "Don't make any fast moves." he called out, stepping around the counter at the convenience store, being careful to avoid the broken glass on the floor. "I'm gonna count to three and then start shooting." he yelled.

"Ok, Mister. Don't shoot. We're not armed. We're coming out." the husky voice said. "One of us is hurt and we need help."