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Daryl Dixon kicked a box of medicine that was lying on the floor in front of him. One hand was resting on the strap of his crossbow that was slung over his back while the other was tucked deep into his jean pocket. The box flew across the corner store, colliding into a metal shelf with a loud clank.

Celeste leaned out of the isle she was in and furrowed her brows at him. "Great, Dixon. You want to make a little more noise over there? Why don't we just go out into the streets and scream at the top of our lungs?"

Daryl glanced over his shoulder at her and sneered. "Oh, shut up and get your stupid supplies." He glanced down at his feet as he waited impatiently and muttered under his breath. "I don't see why you had to drag me along."

Celeste rolled her eyes and made her way over to him, shoving the box of Kleenex into the backpack she held in her hand. "Because you're such a delight to be around, of course."

Daryl let out an annoyed huff as she closed the distance between them and stood in front of him.

"I wanted your crossbow more than you, if it makes any difference. At least your crossbow knows how to be polite around a lady. And by "polite" I mean that it shuts the hell up."

Celeste shot him a sweet smile and turned her back to him, walking to the counter to see if there was anything else worth taking in the already looted store.

Daryl grunted. "Yeah, that's because it can't talk, genius."

Celeste ignored the comment he muttered under his breath and sorted through the mess in front of her. Dropping her backpack on the ground between her and the front desk, she rummaged through the random mess before her.

Daryl said nothing as he watched her carefully, studying every movement coming from the young girl. How in the bluest of blue hell had he gotten stuck with her? She was the newest addition to their group, and yet she spoke to him like she had known him for years and had somehow lost respect for him along the way. As if she had earned the right to talk to him in the way she did sometimes.

He had to admit, he was a fan of how she interacted with the others. In a lot of ways, she kind of reminded her of him. Which he thought was a good thing, but he was more than sure that the others would disagree. Not that he gave two shits about what they thought, anyway.

She kept to herself and preferred to keep it that way, though Daryl knew it was more from her being shy around so many new people than a distain she felt towards them, like he did. The person she interacted with the most beside him was Glenn. And Daryl knew that was only because Glenn was one of the few in the group that still had a solid head on his shoulders. Everyone else seemed to be slowly losing their mind, which given the current circumstances, wasn't all that surprising.

He hadn't gotten to know her very well in the last few weeks that she had been with them. Although, one drunken night by the campfire she had revealed a lot more to him that she probably would've liked. He knew that she was twenty three years old and, up until the world went to shit, worked a menial job as a bartender. There was a lot more useful stuff that she had told him that night in confidence. Like how she desperately missed having a good fuck every now and again.

He hadn't been able to get the thought out of his mind since she had told him. And that was at least five our six days ago. She had been single and hadn't had a man touch her for a year prior to the beginning of the end of the world. She had always been the type of girl who needed a relationship, or at least have some kind of connection there before she gave herself to a man. Go figure that now; there was no chance in hell of making any of that happen.

She had gotten awfully flirty with him that night. Smirking at him over the flames that separated them and even making jokes with a painfully obvious underlined sexual tone. Whether it was because of how many shots of whiskey they had shared or because she wanted him, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that ever since that night, he just wanted to grab her by the waist and throw her up against something, anything, and just take her right there.

Celeste let out an aggravated groan and tossed the pack of gum she was holding against the shelf in front of her. Daryl watched her curiously as she grabbed a hold of the counter and pulled herself up, taking a seat at the edge of it. Swinging her legs, she held onto the edge of the wooden counter and pouted.

"This is driving me insane. There's nothing good left anymore. Even the gum selection sucks more than Shane's God damn attitude."

Daryl chuckled at Shane's expense. Yeah, he wasn't going to argue there. Shane was definitely getting to be a hell of a lot to deal with. "Well, what did you expect, princess?"

Celeste shot him a dirty look at his comment. "Do me a favour, Daryl, and for once in your life shut up. I don't know how every word that comes out of your mouth can be so annoying and offensive. Really, never in my life have I met someone with such little social skills. It's surprising, really."

Daryl didn't say anything. He just watched her swing her bare legs back and forth, as if trying to entice him. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, as it had been from the first moment he had laid his eyes, and his crossbow, on her in the woods. Her black t-shirt clung tightly to her body as she hunched forward, her arms pushing her breasts together. The back of her light brown boots made contact with the wooden counter behind her, almost keeping in time with Daryl's steady heartbeat.

She was the only person who could talk to him like that. Despite what she said to him and the attitude that was behind it, Daryl knew that she liked him. There was something about the way she would perk up whenever he came around and how she followed him everywhere, like a lost puppy. At first, he had found it nothing but annoying. But over the past few weeks, he found himself softening up to her more and more, something that surprised not only him, but everyone else in camp.

Daryl kept silent as he walked over to her, the only noise in the store stemming from his heavy boots as he walked towards her. Celeste didn't say anything when he stopped in front of her, reaching forward to spread her legs open so he could stand right against her.

Her heart caught in her throat as she looked at him in surprise, finally eye to eye. Her entire body burned from heat she didn't know she could produce as he reached up and cradled her cheek in his rough hand.

"Don't slap me, okay?" He told her gruffly before he pulled her head towards his.

He kissed her gently at first, which came as a surprise to both him and Celeste. He kept his mouth closed against hers, half anticipating a blow to the face as soon as she gathered her wits.

He remembered how she had confided in him that drunken night about how Shane had been looking at her and how uncomfortable it made her feel in his presence. And Daryl wasn't the type to force himself on to a woman. In that aspect, he was nothing like his older brother, and he preferred to keep it that way.

He felt Celeste scoot herself closer towards him, only stopping when her crotch was pressed right up against his waist. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as she opened her mouth to him, running her tongue across his teeth, begging silently for permission to enter his warm mouth, much to Daryl's surprise. Only then, did Daryl deepen the kiss.

He growled fiercely into her mouth as he tasted her, exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands moved up her bare legs, reaching past her thighs as he grabbed a tight hold of her waist, holding her against him.

Celeste buried her hands in his hair, grabbing a tight hold of the short strands that were available to her. She didn't care if she hurt him in his grip. And she could care less if he did the same to her. There was something about Daryl that made her go crazy inside. Something about how animalistic he was that made her just want to forget everything that was going on around them and have violent sex with him. And damn it all to hell, that's exactly what she was going to do.

Daryl felt himself swelling against Celeste's crotch as she moved her hips, grinding against him. He fought the urge growing inside of him to just rip her clothes off and take her right there on the counter. As much as his manhood begged him to do just that, he was going to do the exact opposite. He was going to take his time with her, even if it fucking killed him. He was going to prolong this for as long as he could, taking in every moan and every bead of sweat that she had to give him.

Celeste pulled herself away from Daryl to catch her breath and let her head fall back, trying to catch her breath. Daryl brought one hand to the back of her head, his hungry lips falling to her throat as he sucked on it roughly.

"Oh, fuck, Daryl." She moaned, shutting her eyes tightly. That was the first time she had ever called him by his first name, and it felt strange to both her and Daryl. But he ignored it as her body shook furiously against him, her chest heaving up and down as she felt him suck on her skin, nipping her with his teeth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as if trying to pull him closer to her. They both knew that the only way he was going to get closer to her is if he was inside of her. And both of them had every intention to make that happen.

Without warning, Daryl yanked the hair tie out of her hair, tossing it on the counter behind her. He pulled back and watched as her hair finally fell to her shoulders. He ran his hand through her straight hair, something he had wanted to do since he laid eyes on her.

God damn, she was fucking beautiful. Not that Daryl would ever admit that or say it out loud. He wasn't that kind of guy. The act of sex alone was enough to show any woman how he felt about her. He didn't need to pile on any of that romance crap.

Daryl pulled Celeste towards him roughly, claiming her mouth with his once again. She moaned against his lips as his fingers dug into the back of her head, tugging on her hair as he grabbed a fistful of it in his hand.

She finally pulled her hands off him and blindly reached for his shirt, trying to open it up with her eyes shut tight. She fumbled with the buttons and finally gave up, wanting to feel the heat radiating off his chest more than anything. She tore his shirt open, ripping the buttons clear off the thin fabric as she tried to pry if off his broad chest.

He knew exactly where she was going this, and he tore away from her for only a second as he shrugged his crossbow off of him, gently placing it on the floor below him

They would deal with his ripped shirt later. Right now, she just wanted to feel his skin against hers.

He growled against her lips as he rested his forehead against hers, opening his eyes to stare into hers. "You're gonna pay for that. This was my favourite shirt, you know."

She smiled at him with the most seductive smile she could muster up at the moment. "Fuck you and your shirt, Dixon."

He sent her a smirk and reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head roughly. He didn't care if he hurt her in the process. Quite frankly, he knew that she would fucking love it. She had confessed that to him that night as well. She had always wanted to have rough sex, but she had never been with anyone who was willing to try. Enter Daryl Dixon. He was all about rough sex.

He watched her, his deep blue eyes darting from her hazy eyes to her swollen lips, as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He tossed it somewhere behind her, his thoughts lost in the young girl before him.

Reaching up with one hand, he grabbed another tight hold of her hair as the other hand ran up her stomach, finding her breast. She moaned in her throat, eyes closing in pleasure as he kneaded her breast roughly, his fingers pinching her nipple.

She felt like she was going to crumble into pieces right then and there. And he hadn't even done anything to her yet! Her body was going to explode before he could do anything else. She had to bit her lip to try and refrain herself from the immense waves of pleasure that were surging through her body, building her anticipation higher and higher with every passing second.

Finally, Celeste decided to take matters into her own hands as she used her palms to push Daryl away from her. He watched her with a confused and startled look on his face. Was she not enjoying this as much as he was?

She remained silent as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders, turning him around so it was his turn against the counter. He couldn't help but smile when he watched her sink to her knees in front of him, her hands reaching for his belt as she unbuckled it hastily. She dragged both his jeans and his boxers down to his ankles, leaving nothing but air between her and his swollen manhood.

He glanced down, his fingers digging into the counter that supported him, as she stroked his length, tilted her head up to look at him. Her smile disappeared as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Daryl nearly lost it right there and then. His head fell back, his knuckles going white from strain when he felt her take him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him as she pulled it out of her mouth, only to take him back into the warm surroundings.

God, he couldn't even remember the last time a woman had taken him into her mouth. Especially not a woman who knew what the fuck she was doing down there.

With her spare hand that wasn't holding him; she grabbed a hold of his balls and gave it a tight squeeze. It took every ounce of self control for him to bite back the orgasm that was just begging and pleading to be released into her mouth. There was no way in hell that was how he was going to finish this. No, he wanted to finish deep inside of her.

He said nothing, his eyes heavy from pleasure, as he watched her suck him off. She moaned against him, sending vibrations up his shaft that forced him to catch his breath. Fuck, this girl knew what the hell she was doing.

Celeste looked up at him with innocent eyes that he knew were nothing but. There was nothing he loved more than a woman who would look up at him while she sucked him off. And the look that she had in her eye drove him absolutely crazy.

"God, Daryl, you taste so fucking good." She moaned between sucks.

Daryl had to steady himself to not come too fast. Her low whisper and the words that she muttered were almost enough to do him in right there. But he fought against it. He was stronger than that. And he had every intention of feeling her body wrapped tightly around him. He would rather a walker make it's way in there right now and take a bite out of him than miss that opportunity.

Daryl reached down and grabbed a hold of the side of her face, bringing her up so she was standing before him. He pulled her towards him, kissing her once more, not caring about the fact that she had just sucked him off. If anything, the fact that she had just had him in her mouth made it even sexier.

Finally, Daryl pulled himself away from her soft lips and spun her around so she was leaning against the counter again. He unzipped her jean shorts and pulled both them and her panties down until they gathered at her feet. She stepped out of them effortlessly, feeling the moisture that had gathered at her core.

He grabbed a hold of her waist and turned her around so she was facing the counter. She knew what he wanted, and she leaned against it, her palms resting on top of the wood as she spread her legs for him. She glanced over her shoulder, ready for him to enter her when she saw the look of hesitation on his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, still panting for air.

"Did you see any condoms lying around here?"

She scoffed at his question. "Daryl, do you really think either of us are going to live long enough to deal with the repercussions of this situation?"

She hated herself for saying that, but fucking hell, it was true. They were living day to day, and even then, the close calls each of them had questioned their mortality. Realistically looking at this situation, neither of them were probably going to live longer than a few months. In the end, no matter how strong their will and determination was, there were still a hell of a lot more walkers out there, just waiting for them. It was only a matter of time before they succumbed to the outstanding numbers.

"I don't have anything, do you?" She didn't go further into detail. But then again, she didn't have to. Daryl knew exactly what she meant by that.

"No, I'm clean."

"Then fuck me."

He was trying to be rational, but in this situation, he knew his body would let him be anything but. Especially when he saw Celeste push her bare ass out towards him more than it always was.

Grabbing a hold of himself, he found the core of her and felt the warmth and wetness that was coming off her. He let himself slid along her lips, enticing a moan from her shaking lips. He finally gave in and slid himself inside her.

Daryl bit back a groan, biting his bottom lip when he felt how tightly she wrapped around him. It took him a few steady seconds to finally push himself fully into her.

Celeste let her head fall onto her hand that was resting on the counter when she felt him push himself into her. He filled every inch of her as he pumped in and out, drawing more and more moisture from inside of her. Her eyes remained shut, unable to deal with the excessive amount of pleasure that a man she met a mere weeks ago was giving her.

He pumped into her faster, going harder with each thrust. Daryl had a hand on her shoulder, as if for support, as he plowed into her with everything he had. Every frustration, every ounce of anger, he released with each time he entered her, going deeper each time. His other hand trailed from her lower back to her head, where he grabbed another fistful of hair and yanked it towards him.

She let out a gasp as he positioned her so she was almost upright. He leaned forward, his mouth hungrily finding her neck as he fucked her even harder. Celeste reached a hand to her crotch, finding her most sensitive spot as she rubbed it, desperately needing to release herself all over him.

Daryl's other hand fell onto her chest, grabbing onto one of her breast, squeezing it within his calloused hand. He gritted his teeth against her, trying not to finish before her. He wanted to feel her close in around him as she came, and he wouldn't accept anything less than that.

"Oh, God, Daryl, I'm going to come." She warned him.

He smirked against the side of her face as he continued to thrust himself inside of her. "Yeah? Then fucking come for me, babe."

The way that he growled that pushed her over the edge. Her mouth fell open, her eyes shut tightly, as she felt her body let itself go. She felt herself tighten, more of her juices flowing out of her and directly onto Daryl.

The youngest Dixon brother shut his eyes, trying to push himself to hang on longer, but it was futile. The way that she wrapped herself around him even tighter than before, the way that she moaned out loud, it was all too much for him to take.

He felt his body release itself deep inside of her, his warm liquid filling her up. Daryl stopped moving against her as he enjoyed his climax inside of her. He let himself remain in her as he finished coming, the possible consequence of the action being the last thing on his mind.

It took a few moments before he could bring himself to withdraw from her. And even when he did, all he wanted to do was go back to where he was meant to be. Inside of her.

She turned around to look at him, standing completely naked before him with nothing but a smile. "Jesus. If I had known this was how this supply run was going to go, I would've invited Shane to come with me.

Daryl sent her a sarcastic look as he began to pick up his clothes from the ground. "Oh, you're so funny, Celeste. You should've become a comedian."

She couldn't help but laugh as she mimicked his actions, gathering her clothes before she began dressing herself again.

Once they were dressed and their breathing had calmed down, Celeste grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulders. She dusted her palms on her shorts as Daryl handed her a pistol.

They both knew that the gun was only to be used if there was no other choice. It just made him feel at ease knowing she had someway to protect herself if he couldn't be there for her.

She took it into her hands and cocked an eyebrow at him. "You ready, Dixon?"

He shot her a sly smirk and nodded, his hand resting on the handle of the door as his other held his beloved crossbow. "I was born ready, babe. Let's do this." He told her as he threw the door open.

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