The ride back to the city was quiet. Glenn had a nervous air around him. Rick was deep in thought. T-Dog was sitting quietly behind Rick's seat, a look of guilt on his face. Daryl was still pacing back and forth from one end of the bed to the other, worried anger on his face. I was standing near the pull down door, watching him pace. I'd be doing the same if one of my brothers was left behind and cuffed to a roof. After about ten more minutes of silence, Glenn broke it with a question.
"What do we do if he's not there?" Tense silence washed over everyone as the question sunk in. Daryl, looking furious, started his pacing again. As he opened his mouth, I swiftly interrupted him.
"If he's not there then we'll look for him as long as we can. If he got bit somehow, its Daryl's place to decide what to do. Him being Merle's brother and all. If he's dead, it's still Daryl's place to decide what to do him. Whether it be mourning his death on that roof and then leave his body there or bring him back to camp and bury him. We won't know until we get there but time is of the essence." The younger Dixon gave me a grateful look, slightly moving closer to me as Rick turned to look at me.
"Time is of the essence? Why?"
"Anyone or anything locked up on a roof in this type of heat is surely going to be highly dehydrated. Heat stroke is another high factor." T-Dog's look of guilt grew as he glanced at Daryl. If there was a high possibility of him being dead when we get there, I'd be just as concerned as Daryl is. Catching his attention, I motion for the younger Dixon to sit next to me. Looking at me with a confused and upset expression, he moved to sit himself beside me. Placing a hand on his, ignoring the small flinch I got, I gave it a reassuring squeeze. Daryl stared at me for a good minute before returning the gesture. A hint of a smile on his face.
After another period of silence, we reached the city limits. Daryl, again, started getting antsy.
"He'd better be okay." T-Dog looked at him for a second before speaking.
"It's my only word on the matter. I told you the geeks can't get at him. The only thing that's gonna get through that door is us." Glenn parks the truck and turns to us.
"We walk from here." Everyone eagerly got out and started walking along the railroad tracks that lead them to the city. I walked at the back of the group, keeping an eye out for dangers. And an eye on Daryl's nice ass. Nice enough to grab.
We soon enough reached a fence and cut through it. After getting to the other side, Rick spoke up.
"Merle first or guns?" Daryl immediately piped in.
"Merle! We ain't even having this conversation." Rick gave the younger Dixon a stern look.
"We are. You know the geography. Its your call." Rick said, turning to Glenn. Glenn glanced between each of us before answering.
"Merle's closest. The guns would mean doubling back. Merle first." We all nod and move forward into the infested city. Carefully making our way to the department store, we see a Walker stumbling around amongst the clothes. Daryl sneered at the female Walker.
"Damn. You are one ugly skank." He raises his crossbow and aims at her head, planting an arrow in her skull. He grabs the arrow as he passes her, pulling it out as he followed Glenn to where his brother is. I follow behind Daryl as we reach the stairs. Going up as fast as we could, T-Dog got to the door first and cut the padlock with the bolt cutters. Flinging the door open, Daryl starts calling for his brother.
"Merle! Merle!" He ran over to where Merle was. Or was supposed to be. Something he saw made him start sobbing. As the rest of us got closer, we saw what it was. Bloody cuffs dangled from a metal pipe supporter. A severed right hand, already set with rigor mortis, lays in a small pool of blood.
"No! No!" Daryl's frantic cries were heart breaking. Where was Merle?
Daryl, in blind fury and sadness, points his crossbow at T-Dog. He had the urge to kill him but when Rick pulls his Python on him, he hesitates.
"I won't hesitate. I don't care if every Walker in the city hears it." Daryl, realizing that Rick would make his threat real, lowers his crossbow and looks at his brother's hand again before sending a look to T-Dog.
"You got a do-rag or something?" T-Dog quickly pulls one out of his back pocket and hands it to Daryl. Laying the rag next to his brother's hand, he gently picked up the already decaying body part.
"I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch." he said as he stood and walked over to Glenn. Slipping the hand into his backpack.
"He must have used a tourniquet... maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't." Noticing the blood trail, Daryl follows it after T-Dog finished gather up all the tools. We followed Daryl into the neighboring building.
"Merle? You in here?" Daryl called out, not getting a reply in return. Entering an office, a Walker stood with its back to us. Two more Walkers were on the ground, dead. Daryl shot it easily and retrieves his arrow as the rest of the group makes sure the coast is clear.
"Had enough in him to take out there two sumbitches. One handed. Toughest asshole I've ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails." Daryl said with, gesturing to two of the Walkers.
"Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is." Rick had a good point. Blood loss could take down any man. As we continue through the building, Daryl starts shouting for Merle.
"Merle!" Rick throws him a glare.
"We're not alone here. Remember?" Daryl frowned.
"Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." With that, we kept moving. The more time we wasted bickering, the more likely Merle is bleeding out somewhere. Heading further in, we came across a kitchen. One of the stoves was on and a pan was on the counter next to a belt. There was something burnt on the bottom of the pan and it was flaking off. It smelt like burnt flesh.
"What's that burned stuff?" Daryl asked, pointing to the pan.
"Skin. He cauterized the stump." Rick said, a grimace spread across his face.
"Best way to stop the bleeding and close up the blood vessels." I added as Daryl's face took on a slightly triumphant undertone.
"Told you he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle but Merle." Rick shook his head.
"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood."
"Yeah? Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." Daryl said, pointing to a broken window that lead to a fire escape. Glenn stared at it in shock.
"He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?" Daryl scoffed.
"Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving." T-Dog gave him a disbelieving look.
"You call that surviving? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are is odds out there?" This made Daryl's temper fly.
"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks. You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."
"What about 1,000 dead dumb bastards? Different story?" Daryl gave Rick he best glare.
"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him." Daryl tried to stomp away but Rick doesn't let him pass. I move to help Rick, placing a hand on Daryl's arm to prevent him from doing anything.
"Daryl, wait." He immediately started struggling, trying to get out of my grasp. But I wasn't having it.
"Get your hands off me! You can't stop me." Daryl kept struggle, but froze when Rick fixed him with a glare.
"I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel. He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head." Daryl stared at him for a moment before his eyes trailed to my hand rested on his bicep.
"I could do that." He made no move to remove my hand.
"Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" T-Dog stated, crossing his arms.
"The guns in my car can wait for awhile. You got something in that bag that you need right?" Rick gave me a nod. Daryl was looking at me with a certain look in his eyes as Rick gestured for us to move to another room that looked like a science lab. Glenn, having found a marker, crouched to the ground and started drawing a plan of how to get the guns. Rick frowned by the end of Glenn's sketch.
"You're not doing this alone." I nodded in agreement. Doing it alone could easily get him killed.
"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much." Daryl said from his spot beside me. His eyes would, ever so often, flicker towards me. Glenn gave us an exasperated look.
"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast." He points to where he marked where the tank and guns are on his hand drawn map.
"Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Amethyst, and I will go." Daryl shoots him a confused look.
"Why me?" Glenn points at his crossbow.
"Your crossbow is quieter than his gun and I've seen you take on a lot of Walkers." Daryl looked at me with interest.
"While Daryl and Amethyst wait here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag." Rick points at the map.
"You got us elsewhere?" Glenn points to an alley down the street.
"You and T-Dog, right. You'll be in this alley here." Rick's face become overwhelmed with confusion.
"Two blocks away? Why?"
"I may not be about to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl and Amethyst. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here." Daryl, impressed with the plan, gives Glenn an amused look.
"Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this?"
"Delivered pizzas. Why?" Glenn said, his brows furrowing. The man definitely has a strategist's touch.
Daryl, Glenn, and I shuffle down the ladder and into the alley where Glenn and Rick first meet. Rick and T-Dog were already heading towards their designated spot in the other alley. The three of us stop behind a large garbage bin a few feet from the open gate of the alley, Daryl quickly loaded his crossbow.
"You got some balls for a Chinaman." Glenn gave him a momentary displeased look.
"I'm Korean." Daryl doesn't even flinch at the correction and shrugs.
"Whatever." Glenn doesn't even bother answering as he ran out to the street. He got spotted by several Walkers but they aren't in a real hurry to go after him. I watch him get closer to the bag when I hear someone behind me. Turning around, I see Daryl pointing his crossbow at a young Mexican man.
"Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?" The young man didn't talk quietly, it was like he was trying to draw attention to himself.
"I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?" The young man started to panic.
"Ayudame!" Daryl quickly pins him to the wall, trying to keep him quiet.
"Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Answer me." The young man just shakes his head.
"Answer me." Daryl pushes him harder but that throws the younger man into a bigger panic.
"Ayudame! Ayudame! Ayudame!" Daryl tries to cover his mouth but he kept squirming.
"Help! Help!" Daryl had started becoming frustrated at this point.
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." I tried to help restraint the younger man but two more Mexican men came, pushing me out of the way and started beating up on Daryl. The younger man tried to run but I tripped him, making him bust his head on the ground. That stunned him long enough for me to get the other two men off Daryl. I punched one of them hard in the jaw and broke the others nose. Glenn then came into the alley with the bag and a sheriff's hat in hand, drawing the two men's attention.
"That's it. That's the bag, Vato. Take it! Take it!" The two men start going after Glenn but I managed to get in the way, kicking the bag and hat further down the alley after Glenn dropped them. Daryl, shoots one of them in the ass cheek. The man screamed in pain and pushes me into the wall. Both men grab Glenn and start taking him towards the street.
"Get off me! Get of me! Daryl! Amethyst!" A car pulls up and they throw Glenn into it before getting in themselves. As they back up, they run over a Walker and give me the chance to try and open the door.
"Let him go!" I yell, yanking the door as hard as I could. It wouldn't budge. I started full out punching the window, making it shatter just before they sped away. Daryl jumps onto the gate.
"Come back here, you sumbitches!" Noticing the Walkers swarming around us, Daryl grabs me, pulling me into the alley as he closes the gate. A Walker managed to grab my shirt before it could fully close, practically ripping it from my body. Cursing loudly, I allow the remains of my shirt fall to the floor. I was left in my black bra as Rick and T-Dog came running towards us. Daryl stared at my exposed skin in shock for a moment, a light blush on his cheeks, before getting angry again and starts going after the younger man as he picked himself off the ground. Rick, slightly red in the face and doing his best to avoid looking in my direction, gets in between them and puts one hand on both of their chests. Keeping the younger man out of Daryl's reach and pressed up against the wall, so he won't get away.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Stop it." Daryl doesn't.
"I'm gonna kick your nuts in your throat!" Daryl kept trying to get at him as T-Dog, also doing his best to avoid looking at my body, starts inspecting my hand. Blood was flowing freely from it and how I didn't notice, I'd never know. Picking up one of the ripping up remains of my shirt, I wrap it around my hand to stop the bleeding.
"Chill out." T-Dog said as Daryl started getting more riled up. He just now noticed the blood too.
"They took Glenn. That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!" Daryl yelled as the Walkers started growing in numbers. More started rounding the corner at the other end of the alley.
"Guys! Guys! We're getting cut off!" T-Dog yelled as the others finally took notice. The younger man started struggling more and started hitting at Rick's arm. Getting fed up with his unwillingness to cooperate, I walked over to where he was. As he saw me come closer, he opened his mouth to make a crude comment. It never came when I grabbed his head and headbutted him, effectively knocking him out. T-Dog caught him before he hit the floor.
"Get to the lab. Go." Rick said to T-Dog as he started dragging the younger man up the ladder. He quickly grabbed the gun bag and his hat before turning to us.
"Go get a new shirt. Daryl, go with her." Daryl nodded, and we quickly followed him up the ladder.
"He should wake up in about thirty minutes. We'll be back by then." Rick hummed, signaling that he heard me as we went our separate ways.
Daryl and I slowly made our way back to the department store. Daryl kept throwing glances my way, his eyes holding mixed emotions as he looked over my scantily clad body. Another Walker was in amongst the clothing section, Daryl easily shot it from where he was from behind me. I quickly skimmed through the shirts, searching for my size. Daryl stuck close to my side, eying my movements and keeping a look out. Finally finding one that would fit me, a sea blue short sleeved shirt, I went to slip it on when a gentle touch on my back made me freeze. Looking over my shoulder, I see Daryl with his hand on my back. He was tracing the skin of my back, totally enraptured. His calloused fingered went from one area to another, giving every inch of my skin that he touched the same amount of attention. I shivered slightly, his ministrations pausing as he looked into my eyes. His sea blue eyes had darkened a few shades. His fingers started moving again, his eyes still locked to mine as I shivered again.
"Back's kinda sensitive." My voice was nothing but a quiet whisper. But I knew he heard me. His pupils dilated, almost overtaking the blue completely. He licked his lips as he slowly turned me to face him. His warm, rough hands gently ran up and down the sides of my arms. More pleasant shivers ran up my spine. His eyes flickered from my mismatched ones to my lips and back again. He did this a few more times before he finally started leaning in. I did the same, my hands making their way to his chest and rested there as we got closer. The shirt laid on the ground, completely forgotten. The second our lips touched, fire spread wildly through my body. I had never been with anyone before and this was all so new to me. Daryl's arms wrapped themselves around my waist and pulled me closer, my body flush to his. My arms had snaked their way around his neck, drawing him in and deepening the kiss. His tongue, warm and wet, gently tracing along my bottom lip and begged for entrance. Giving in, I parted my lips and allowed him in. His warm tongue felt so good against mine, sliding and twirling languidly. Our tongues started rubbing against each other harder as we fought for control. Daryl easily dominated and quickly claimed his prize, exploring every single crevice in my mouth as a moan escaped my throat. Satisfied with his exploration, his tongue rubbed against mine again. Our tongues danced as Daryl's hands started roaming. One hand drifted upwards and drew a long slow line down my spine as the other drifted lower. His large hand cupped one of my plump cheeks as the other soon joined it, using my ass to press our hips together. A muffled moan came from me and a deep, rumbling groan from him. He was hard as a rock. I could feel him throbbing against me with every grind and thrust. My panties were soaked at this point. I was basically dripping.
As much as I hated to pull away, I needed air. He followed, his lips trailing down my neck as I caught my breath only to lose it again when he bit the area that joined my neck and shoulder. He bit harder and a loud moan escaped me. That moan sadly brought unwanted attention. Walkers started pouring into the store shortly after we crouched behind a rack of clothes. They luckily didn't see us as we quietly made our escape, heading up the same stairs as we did previously. I managed to snag the shirt I had picked out and slipped it on as we climbed. As soon as we reached to roof and closed the door, Daryl was on me again and pinned me to the door. We shared a rough kiss as he rutted against me. The pleasure was so intense, I never wanted it to end. But we had people to get back to and someone to rescue. Pulling away again, Daryl whined. He went after my neck again and bit in the same place, causing another moan to raise out of me as he rutted against me harder.
"D-Daryl, we have to... Jesus fuck... we have to get back to the others. They'll come looking for us soon." Daryl groaned in disappointment and looked at me with begging eyes. The legendary puppy dog eyes. I was almost too weak for them. Almost. Giving Daryl a chaste kiss, I turned us around and pinned him against the door. Daryl gave me a surprised and confused look as I dropped to my knees in front of him.
"This should hold you until we can have some proper alone time." I said before giving his clothed hard on an open-mouthed kiss. Quickly undoing his belt, popping open the button and pulling down the zipper, I pulled his pants down far enough that his cock sprung free and almost hit me in the face. He was huge and thick. He was damn near the length the full length of my forearm. I tried to wrap my hand around his girth and my fingers don't even come close to touching. Giving him a few experimental jerks, I looked into Daryl's beautiful blue lust filled eyes. His handsome face was filled with pleasure.
"I've never done this before so I'm sorry if I don't do well." He opened his mouth to speak but I didn't give him a chance to say a word. With our eyes still locked, I took his tip into my mouth and gently sucked. A deep moan left his lips as I sucked harder, taking more and more of him. When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged slightly. This drew a loud rumbling moan from him. Looking up at him with mischievous eyes, I grabbed his hand and pulled off him. He whined again, looking down at me with begging eyes.
"Make me go at the pace you want." He gave me a confused look but it quickly turned into realization when I sucked his head back into my mouth and place his hand on the back of my head. Daryl looked down at me in disbelief and slight fear, but a particularly hard suck from me got him going. He was gentle at first, only going so far and pulling back out again. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted him to go harder. I wanted him to fuck my face. Placing my hands on his narrow hips, I used them as leverage as I forced him further down my throat. He let out a strangled moan as he pushed further into my mouth. That little push was all that was needed for him to let loose and ravish my mouth. He was face fucking me so hard and fast I barely had time to breathe between each thrust. His balls were smacking my chin so hard I'm surprised he didn't hurt himself. Looking up at his face, it was wonderfully contorted. There was nothing but pleasure written on his face. Daryl's already throbbing cock throbbed harder and started to swell up even more. Even though I've never done this before, I knew he was about to cum. Sucking him just a little bit harder threw him over the edge. His thrusts became erratic and he buried himself balls deep as he shot his seed down my throat. As he slowly came down from his high, I weakly tried to push his hips back. I really needed air. Daryl, realizing I couldn't breathe, quickly pulled out. Air rushed back into my lungs as he tucked himself away and crouched in front of me. His hands held my cheeks as my breathing evened out.
"I-I'm sorry. I've never done this before and I g-got carried away." Giving him a tired smile, I placed my hands on his.
"It's okay Daryl. I loved every second of it." He gave me a surprised and grateful look as he relaxed. Then his words hit me.
"You've never done this before? Are you a virgin?" Daryl looked away ashamed and gave me a shy nod. Placing my hand on his cheek, I made him look at me.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about. It actually makes me incredibly happy to be the first you give you your first blow job and that I'll be your first. You'll be mine too." His cheeks turned a bright shade of red as he looked at me happily.
"And I hope you know that you're mine now." He chuckles as he helps me stand.
"I'm yours huh?" I give him an enthusiastic nod.
"Yep. Even though we just met today, I feel so close to you. I want to be the one you care about. The one you'll come home to. The one you'll confide in. The one you can tell anything to. The one you find comfort in. The one you love. I know it's a lot in such a short amount of time, but I want to be your number one." Daryl's eyes widened in shock. A loving smile soon finds its way to his face as he embraces me. His face buries itself in my long brown hair.
"I want the same... Promise you'll never leave me?" Pulling out of the embrace, I look into his beautiful eyes. They hold the hope that I'll say yes. Giving him a warm smile, I nod.
"I promise Daryl. Do you promise the same?" He nods, a large smile on his face as he leans in.
"Yes." He whispered the word against my lips before giving me a searing kiss, filled with love and want. Pulling away one last time, I look up at this devilishly handsome man.
"We need to get back to the others." Daryl nods, giving me one last kiss before we head back. My hand made its way to Daryl's amazing backside.
