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Suzuma- my real life bestie and the inspiration for this fanfic
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Chapter 2 The Morning After
Waking up she bolted upright. Something wasn't right...looking around seeing she was in her familiar room she became confused. If she was in her room and it was exactly the same then why did she feel that something was off?
Just as the thought crossed her mind a strong arm grabbed her pulling her to the form next to her. As she was crushed to the body in her bed she noticed that it was a man, a sleeping man.
It seems that although her movements disturbed him, they hadn't awoken her bed partner. Shifting, she attempted to get comfortable in the man's arms crushed against him as she was without waking him.
Having a man in her bed was not something she had taken the trouble of doing for some time. She also knew she had not been at the bar or on a date, things that led to an overnight guest. Trying to relax she forced herself to look at him to see who he was.
If she couldn't even remember their evening together and taking him to her bed the sex couldn't have been that good. Wondering if his identity wasn't better left a mystery Sarah paused a moment before she looked anyway.
She was bound to find out somehow. More to the point she needed to know who she had sex with even if the truth was mortifying. Knowing she couldn't delay anymore she looked at the face of the man holding her captive in his embrace.
It was Daryl! Daryl fucking Dixon! The hot redneck she had been pining for since she met him seven years before. What was he doing in her bed though? And why was he holding her like that? How did it happen?
She didn't remember much of yesterday. Something must have happened, something biblical like the end of times or something. It was the only thing that Sarah could think of that would explain the painfully shy man being in her bed, holding her like his life depended on it.
Thinking hard now Sarah was able to piece together the events of yesterday. Everything fine one minute, normal, the next there were screams and shooting. The Dixons arrived while she was naked so Sam went to get the door, then Daryl bolting up the stairs to check on her, him telling her about the craziness outside, everything falling apart...everything. She didn't want to believe it when he told her, she didn't want to believe it now but she knew he wasn't lying. She could feel it. The world felt wrong, it was too quiet.
He had come to protect her, to save her. He brought his brother along for good measure. She knew that whatever reasons he'd told himself he was doing this for the truth was that he loved her. She just needed to make him see it himself, that it was ok to let someone in to care.
She knew his brother Merle suffered the same problem. They both also felt they didn't deserve anything good so they did everything they could to run from what they wanted so it couldn't be taken away.
Curling into his embrace she looked at his handsome rugged face. Softened by the comfort he found in his dreams but wouldn't let himself have awake, he looked peaceful.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
By the time she snuggled into him he had already been awake for a few moments. Playing possum he wanted to savor the way she felt in his arms. It felt like she belonged there.
He began to wonder if deep down he had always known she would feel this good, that he wanted to be hers. He never let himself want things. It was just another way to get hurt.
Now that he was thinking about it he couldn't get it out of his head; wondering if his feelings for her, his real feelings were the reason he went to her when the world ended, had to go to her.
How would it work though? If he loved her before he had loved her from a distance. He didn't even know how to be with a woman, how to treat her right...all the little things a man is supposed to do for his woman.
At the same time he couldn't deny it anymore either, now he that he had felt it, felt her he couldn't go back. He knew he'd never be able to keep her out now, away from him. He wasn't sure he wanted to...he wasn't sure of anything anymore the world he had known, the rules he had lived by his whole life just gone...along with everything else, everything but her.
He couldn't stay pretending to sleep. Nothing left now but to wake and move on to see what he could make of it, come what may. He didn't want Sarah to be another road he didn't walk down cuz he was too afraid of what might happen to let himself live.
Feeling her looking at him he opened his eyes to look back. Gazing into her eyes as she looked back at him, a comforting caress he could feel only in the depths of her eyes, when he was on her arms like this. He could drown in her soft sweet green eyes, she would be the death of him. Unable to contain himself, he kissed her, forcing himself to make it as soft and gentle as her illustrious eyes.
They'd started something last night, what he had no clue. He had no idea where they stood but as scared as he was about it, he had to know, it was time to find out. Pulling away from the soulful kiss, Daryl looked into her eyes once more...searching.
He had no idea how to proceed, how to initiate this conversation. Its not that it felt awkward as he'd heard it could in the cold light of day. He had always escaped to his own bed after the deed was done. Never once spending the night with any of the women he had sex with.
Not that there had been that many but he had never done anything with a woman when he was sober either so he didn't even remember the sexual experiences he did have very well. He was flying completely blind and he didn't like it. he wanted to be good for her, pleasure her but he had no idea how.
Breaking through his thoughts Sarah kissed him hard. She wanted him and oh god did he want her back. He wanted to pound into her, bury himself inside her naked writhing body, hear the sounds she made as he pleasured her. His body moving of its own accord, he rolled on top of her attempting to take her even though they were clothed.
Sparks were erupting all throughout his body as he moaned, rocking his hips into her, his hard cock striking against her core. Sarah moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist crushing his hardness into her. Breaking the kiss she began to place little kisses along his jaw.
Waking from his stupor, shocked at how far things had gone. He began to panic he had to get away before she let him do something she would regret. He had lost control, he didn't know why he hadn't noticed that he had a wood before but he likely had awoken with it as he usually did. Desperately pulling himself from her he rolled onto his back next to her on the bed.
Breathing hard he strove to control his lust. He couldn't risk even looking at her if he couldn't control himself, if he did he would fuck her. It wasn't right, he just jumped her. If they had made out and then decided to get frisky it would be ok but he owed her more than that.
He wanted to be in control so he could pleasure the shit out of her. Right now he didn't even know if she wanted him to fuck her. He was disgusted with himself for having so little control.
As much as he wanted her, he wanted to respect her more. He was falling in love with her, he couldn't just blindly fuck her, he needed to take his time, ravish her, worship her.
Daryl consumed by his abusive thoughts was surprised when she jumped on his stomach. That's when he noticed that her bra and shorts were gone. She was wearing the same getup as when she first opened her door and seven hells he was having the same reaction, except now because he was already horny as hell he almost came as she moved her rump lower so that her entrance was rubbing his zipper then she took off her shirt baring herself to him.
His member was ready to burst when she kissed him. Claiming him with her body as she nipped and licked him, deepening the kiss. Sarah was everywhere. She put her hands under his shirt stroking the hard jumping flesh she found there. Lifting his shirt up preparing to remove it. When she broke the kiss so she could pull the cloth over his head he was ready.
"Sarah wait, we can't do this. I'm sorry I jumped you like that but we need to stop. I don't want to take things this fast. I don't think you do either. You deserve better."
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Sarah put a finger to his lips to quiet him. She didn't believe this. What the fuck was his problem, clearly she hadn't gotten it across how much she wanted him but she thought he was finally going to stop throwing down the brakes. It was too much to take. Sitting up she put her hands on his shoulders pushing him down.
"HEY!"She exclaimed. Well she was just going to have to set him straight. Continuing as she crossed her arms in front of her bare chest she said, "WHAT THE HELL DARYL! I thought we were past this damn it! I want you Daryl. I've wanted this since I met you. Now that I finally have you here all I wanna do is say YAY and do my happy dance. I've wanted to be with you for a long time, this won't change that. I know you want it too so hop to it."
Finished she glared at him, when he chuckled, she glared harder. Throwing up his hands he said, "Alright calm down honey, no need for ya to have an aneurysm. That's the kinda interest I wanted ya ta have for me when I made ya myne, I just didn't know ya already felt like that. Don' know how ya could want a duma like me, can' figure why ya would but damned if I ain't glad ya do."
Now Sarah was no longer glaring at him, if anything she was looking curious."How could you think like that? Do you really think you have so little to offer me, so little that I would want in a man?"
"Well I ain't no prize ta be sure cher. I don' have anythin to offer ya. I's sure don' deserve a fine lady like ya. I'm just a dumb redneck who ain't got no idea how ta take care of a woman. I ain't even got the right ta so much as want ya, but I do. Don't know how I stayed away from ya before but I can't no more."
"I suppose you want me to make this easy on you, make me leave. It won't work cuz guess what, you may not see it, you may think you're no good and worthless but you're not. You Daryl Dixon are one hell of a man, you're one of the good ones and you're mine. You ain't runnin' on me or pushing me away."
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Stunned he just looked at her, at least his boy had calmed down some. He managed to stop himself from flinching when she pressed a sudden harsh kiss to his lips. Guess she's done talking he thought idly as their kiss deepened, tongues surging forward to meet.
He was lost to the feeling. All that existed was him and her, nothing else mattered. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth were his world. Wanting more he flipped them. On top of her now he ground himself into her, crushing his body into hers. Desire returning in full force he groaned into her lips.
His body on fire he was suddenly aware of his hands. Reaching up, he cupped one of her ample breasts, her nipples already hard against the chilled air. Running his other hand in her long brown hair he rested it on the back of her head, he went to work on her bosom.
She kissed him frantically, erratically as her body reacted to his touch. Arching her hips she began to writhe beneath him. Her hands pulling hard at his hair, so hard it hurt actually. Breaking the kiss he said, "Ouch that hurts" as he bit her bottom lip playfully.
Giggling she loosened her death grip on his hair, a sigh of relief escaped as he moved to kiss her again. Sarah had other ideas though; she used her grip on his hair to hold his head still so she could run her lips along his jaw.
Stopping at his ear she pressed her lips to it before speaking in a breathless whisper, "I'm sorry I just got carried away. If you didn't want me to pull your hair so hard maybe you shouldn't have played with my breasts so much. It just felt too damn good, I couldn't help myself, in the heat of the moment and all that..." Blushing, Daryl had no idea how to respond.
Apparently the hair pulling was a compliment. He didn't know how to deal with compliments or hair pulling. At least she was enjoying herself so he was doing something right.
Wanting to escalate he licked and nibbled her neck as he switched his hand to her other breast. Well if she liked it when he touched her breasts, he would give her something to go on about.
Moving his lips south, he paused, yanking her hands out of his hair. "No fun." "No hair pulling." Smiling into her chest he continued making a trail south. He made his way to her breasts where he got to work. Leaving one hand tangled in her hair he moved the other to her breast to kneed it as he licked the opposite tit. He teased her, licking and nibbling the outer part until she was mewling, begging him.
Then he brought his tongue to the center of her breast giving it the attention she desperately craved. Quickly Sarah began to moan, she tried to put her hands in his hair again. To stop her he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.
"None of that now." With that he moved to her other breast. Pulling at her nipple with his teeth he licked her only a few times before she was bucking into him. Releasing her hands he pressed a rough, quick kiss to her lips. He kissed her again, this time the kiss was deeper as his tongue danced in her mouth, lingering savoring.
Sarah broke the kiss speaking in a husky tone,"So how big is the damage?" Realizing she was asking him what size condom would fit him he got up to show her. When he got off the bed she shot a worried look at him thinking that he was trying to bolt on her. He raised his hand in a wait gesture as he poised his body in front of her.
Confused by his response to her question, she looked at him standing before her. Sarah didn't know what he was doing if he wasn't running away on her but she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
He paused taking a deep breath, then he undid his jeans and pushed them to the ground taking his underwear with them. Her jaw dropped at the sight before her. She just lay there staring at him her eyes drinking in the sight of his naked body. He pointed down at his erection,"I'm that size."
She said,"Ok" as she reached for the top drawer of the dresser by her bed. He stopped he though,"I'll get it Sarah." He opened the drawer and looked inside. It was an underwear drawer and nestled among the bits of cloth was a gas mask. What the hell? Who puts a fucking gas mask in an underwear drawer? He thought to himself. He didn't want to know right now anyway so he pushed it aside. He'd ask about it later and it better be good. If he asked now it could ruin the moment and he didn't want that.
He rooted around the contents of the drawer for a moment before finding a few loose condoms. None of them were big enough however, they were regulars, he knew he was much bigger than that so he kept looking. Finally after sifting through the contents of the drawer for several moments he found a bundle of XL in the back. Bringing them forward he pulled one out and closed the drawer.
Opening the package and covering himself quickly he turned back to Sarah. He didn't trust himself near her until he had the condom on, he was afraid that if he hadn't held back he would have lost control, just taken her whether he had managed to put the condom on or not.
He was nervous, all of a sudden it hit him that it was actually happening and he was worried about what most guys worried about he guessed. He had never touched a woman like this so he had no idea what to do, he had no idea how to make it good for her. He shook himself, he had to stop thinking like that, it was sink or swim. She was here now and she needed him to fuck her so that's what he would do.
He crossed the short distance between him and the bed, between him and her in one stride. He took her into him arms, kissing her deeply before shifting them so he was on top of her. His body ached as he devoured her lips, urging him to escalate, craving more. Her hands were everywhere, his shoulders, his back, his chest then down cupping his balls pulling him towards her, urging him to take her.
He released her mouth to trail kisses down her neck, she didn't have to tell him twice. He nipped her with his teeth as he removed the last thing between them. Sarah lifted her body in anticipation. Then he was inside her. Biting her neck to keep himself from shouting, Sarah had nothing to stifle her and she cried out as he filled her.
She was ready for him as he began to move, slowly stroking her back and forth. Worried he would get carried away and hurt her he stopped biting her neck and massaged the spot with his tongue. He began to move faster, her moans filled the air as she quivered beneath him. He looked into her eyes as he picked up his pace. The harder he dove into her the louder she got. Her noises were driving him crazy.
He felt her walls begin to tremble and he knew she was close. He just had to hold on a little longer. When she dug her nails into his back he barely felt it as he bucked into her moist heat. He pounded into her once, twice, three times before release shuttered through her taking him with her. Consumed by the pleasure, by her he spilled his seed before collapsing on top of her. He was breathless, panting, his heart beating wildly as he rode the waves of ecstasy.
It felt like it took forever for his heart rate to return to normal. When it had and the last throes of pleasure had left him, he pulled himself from her core before rolling his body so he was on his back next to her instead of on top of her. He didn't move his arms though, those he kept wrapped around her. He held her close to him, unwilling, unable to let her go just yet. She returned his embrace; one of her hands running through his hair, the other on his chest tracing lazy shapes into the flesh she found there.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Sarah and Daryl laid in each others arms for a long time doing nothing but holding each other. She never wanted this moment to end. It didn't matter what was happening to the rest of the world, in this room she had him, she had peace. A beautiful moment of calm and stillness where nothing else existed.
She was in awe of him. Just by being here with her, coming to her like he had, he had made her happier than she had felt in a long time. Then he gave her more. He made love to her, ravished her beyond anything she had ever experienced. In his arms she felt complete, like nothing could happen to her as long as he was there.
She rolled over onto her side snuggling into his chest. Bringing his bare body flush against hers, she had never felt this close to anyone. They lay there for a while before she noticed something hard was digging into her hip.
Really Daryl? He wanted her again after only a few minutes. Raising her eyebrow at him she glared questioningly at him; demanding an answer as to how exactly he was excited again so soon. In response he blushed deeply, at least he was embarrassed at being such a horn dog.
The longer she looked at him the more he looked away. She knew she was embarrassing him but she couldn't look away. He was always guarded, now naked in her arms his armor was gone and she could see him. She could see that he was embarrassed; something that he would have never let her see before, his emotions was something he never let anyone see.
She didn't want him to pull away; she knew he would if she pushed him. She wanted him to talk to her like this, no walls, no swagger, no bullshit. Sarah wanted to see him, the real him, the one he hid behind the mask of anger and indifference.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
He needed to break the moment. His body was starting to beg for her again. He felt like a junkie, like she was some kinda drug that he couldn't get enough of. He had just fucked her, it was great sure but he couldn't fathom how he could be ready for her again so quickly.
It was like she had awoken something in him, like she had broken the dam he had built inside and now everything was coming out. He had been denying himself the comfort of a woman for as long as he could remember. Who knew that once he let himself have one he would never be able to get enough of her?
He had to stop, it was too soon, and he had to do something, anything to kill the mood. So suddenly he uttered, "Why do you have a gas mask in your underwear drawer?" breaking the silence. She started to laugh. Apparently this was all very funny.
"What the hell is so funny woman?" "So that's where she put it. I was wondering where it had got to. I hadn't seen it in a while."
When he glared at her she was still laughing her ass off like it was the funniest thing she'd heard in years. What the hell is going on in this house?
"Calm down Daryl. It's just a joke. It's from an old Halloween costume. One year we went as Umbrella hazmat crew personnel. Sam kept it. She puts it in random places. I never know where she's gonna put it next.
One time I found it in the laundry, the clean laundry that I had just folded. Another time it was stuffed into a pop-tart box. Once she even put the damn thing in the toilet bowl. I actually fucking peed on myself cuz I didn't check.
She's always pranking me and shit like that. Mostly she's just trying to get me to laugh but sometimes she really scares the shit outta me..."
Damn she was so beautiful when she laughed. Chuckling at the utter ridiculousness of it all he brushed his lips against hers. Not moving an inch he continued to press his lips to her harder now. He felt her in every inch of his body with just a kiss. Desire building until he could no longer hold it back.
Damn trying to fight it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Maybe even impossible, but did he even want to? Why was he trying to fight something so inevitable, so right?
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Daryl was kissing her passionately once more. It seemed they were heading for round two even after his attempt to kill the mood he was unable to rid himself of his desire for her so instead he had given into it.
For her, him making her laugh like that made her feel so good that she would have wanted to continue whether they ended up having sex or not. She wanted to give him more than she already had. Just one was not enough, not now. She didn't understand this need coursing through her but she didn't need to. Right now was about action, about doing. Right now she just wanted him inside of her.
Until that moment they had just been kissing; their hands nowhere special, their bodies apart. A fire was spreading through them, unstoppable but it was being fueled with just their lips limiting the heat to what could be generated by their entwining tongues.
Sarah changed that when she pulled him to her. Positioning him on top of her she ran her hands along his body. The fire burning hotter now, desire rising with the heat.
Sarah began to pull at Daryl's hair, deliberately trying to provoke him. He growled at her. Breaking the kiss to glare at her, he reached up behind his head capturing her hands and putting them on his shoulders.
He hissed when her digits dug into the fresh scratches on his back. Instead of dragging his mouth back to hers as he expected she busied herself elsewhere. Without warning her lips were on his nipple biting him, not hard but not gently either.
He moaned as she assaulted his chest working the sensitive flesh at her mercy. Sucking hard on the nipple she held captive she ran her hands along his body. Feeling the flesh jumping at her touch she recalled how responsive he was. She shifted to his other breast licking and suckling, giving it the same rough treatment she gave the other.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
While her mouth was busy working his nipple her hands were everywhere. Kneading and scraping everything within reach, everything but that one spot, the one that needed her attention the most. He was breathing hard now and quickly becoming impatient he was ready for her.
Though when she started touching him what she was doing was a big leap, but she kept doing more of the same for a long while. It took him a few minutes to figure out that all she was doing was teasing him and that she intended to keep on doing just that.
She wanted him fired up; now that he was he was becoming irritated at her. She started something, she should be taking it to the next level but nooo, it was her show right now and all she was doing was making him suffer.
He needed to take control. To do that he caught the sides of her face with his hands, crushing his lips to hers. Growling at her he grabbed her shoulders holding her body in place as he positioned himself on top of her. He wanted to take her now but he didn't know if she was ready yet. He did know a way he could find out.
Breaking the kiss he looked at her chuckling. "You are gonna be the death o' me woman." he said to her. "Damn devil woman got me all riled up. I'm all roarin' ta go here and there's been barely nothin' ta ya. I'ma gonna fix that if ya'll let me hun."
He kissed her deeply one last time before moving south, trailing soft kisses down her jaw to her neck. He paused there for a moment, taking time to lick and nibble the soft flesh there before moving to her shoulder. He kept on the move, placing a few kisses here and there, all the while getting closer and closer to his destination.
He figured she would struggle when she figured out what he was up to. When she didn't try to stop him as he moved passed her breasts, making it clear he had another destination in mind, he just figured she already knew what he was going to do to her and was ok with it.
When he got low enough on her body, he lifted his frame and scooted himself down the bed so he could access the lower part of her body easier. When his mouth got to her hips, he put his shoulders between her legs and pried them open. He rubbed her thighs with his hands as he prepared to settle himself in her entrance.
She shivered as she felt his lips stop just above her folds. Rather than continue he decided to tease her a bit, give her a taste of her own medicine. He moved down again so his head was level with the knees. He took his time, massaging her inner thighs with his tongue making lazy circles in her flesh.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
Would he get a move on already? I know he's a bit annoyed with me for teasing the shit outta him but that doesn't warrant torture. If he's gonna tickle my lady flesh he should just do it already. I'm plenty ready for it now. She was aching for him and he was just dallying around down there. It was driving her crazy.
She grabbed his hair, a no no with him for some reason, using her grip on his head she tilted it so he was looking at her. He had a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Growling she ordered him, "Get on with it already!" At that he began to grin like a fool, which only made her more annoyed. She lost it when he began to chuckle, no doubt at the look on her face. "What the hell Daryl? Are you gonna fuck me or what? Enough putting around, get on with it."
When he didn't answer her she began to buck under him. He put his hands on her hips stopping the movement. "Calm down honey, I'ma gettin' to it, I'm gettin' to it." "Well alright then, get on with it. Like now."He was still chuckling softly when he pressed a few kisses to her stomach. He moved down to her thighs once more, this time his cheek was against her core as he licked and nipped at the skin. He went to her other leg briefly giving it some attention before moving his mouth to her folds. They were glistening with moisture and she moaned at his touch.
She moaned and mewled as he swiped his tongue against her. Swirling around her wet flesh, ambling about every which way to make her squirm. He wanted her to scream for him. He explored her, trying to figure out what she liked best. He found a few spots that made her squeal something awful. He rubbed them over and over with his tongue. Then he nipped her a few times. That really made her squeal, in fact as loud as she was getting she was almost screaming. She seemed to like that so he did it again and again until she was screaming every time he moved.
He gave her a few more swipes with his tongue. Then he got up, standing up at the edge of the bed."Are ya ready fur me now honey?" he asked her as he looked over her writhing form. She shouted back at him,"Get the fuck over here and fuck me already."and he did just that. He lay down on top of her and buried himself in her heat, pounding into her to sweet release fell upon them both in a fury of sparks.
They spent the moments coming down in each others arms. After the last spams of pleasure had left them they fell asleep almost instantly.
Daryl awoke first still in her arms. Not wanting to wake her he slipped from her arms. Without a sound he moved about the room gathering his clothes. Once he had them he left from the room closing the door behind them. He went to the next room to dress before heading downstairs to make coffee, maybe get some food.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
In the basement bedroom Sam was just waking to the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. She was cuddled next to Merle's sleeping form. He was out cold still, his soft snores the only sound she could hear. She took a moment to enjoy the calm in what was sure to be a tumultuous relationship.
It was time to get up and moving though. If they were ta be off they'd best be doin' it, no time for lazing about no matter how good it felt. They'd wasted enough time already. It wasn't safe to stay where they were, it was foolish to linger. It hurt to leave her home but she had done it before, and as before she would build anew. There was only death here for them now, they had no choice.
She buried her nose into his chest, listening to his heart beat, breathing in his heady male scent. Then very carefully, as if he was a sleeping bear instead of a man, she extricated herself from the comfort she felt in his arms.
She made no sound as she went about the room gathering her discarded clothes. She went into the next room to put them on. Then she went to the closet. Earlier when she was getting ready for bed she had found a pair of denim shorts. She had also found a shit ton of bras and other underwear but that goes without saying. Fucking Sarah, set me up. The only clothes that fit her down there were all sexy and shit. She thought about going upstairs as is, no bra no pants, just a shirt and panties, she decided that she would rather do that and be comfortable so she just left the room. Then she went upstairs to get coffee.
She was completely shocked to see Daryl standing in her kitchen. His hair was very messy but he was wearing all of his clothes. It looked like he might have a hickey on the side of his neck but she couldn't tell without scrutiny and that was out. She had no way to tell what had happened between him and Sarah. Something had to have happened though, right? They were alone up there for almost a full 24 hours.
She looked back at his face, he looked like he had been hit upside the head with something. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open.
*Lady In Red Don't Pull Away*
What was it with these crazy bitches running around in tiny red shirts with no bra on, not wearing any fucking pants? When he heard the basement door unlock, then open he had no idea what to expect but it definitely wasn't this. He knew the sister could be a real devil of a woman when she wanted to be so he should have expected this but damn it he thought Sam was going to leave him alone. Merle could use a woman who could give him a run for his money and he was welcome to her; two she-devils were way more than he could handle, he could barely handle the one.
Sighing to himself, he thought he had better end this before it goes any further,"Don't take this the wrong way now, but put some fucking clothes on you she-devil."He could feel his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping once more as the little bitch started fucking laughing at him.
She was actually laughing! What the hell was so fucking funny about him telling her off like that? He had expected her to be mad or offended or upset even but as he was starting to realize when it came to this woman he had no idea what to expect so he might as well stop guessing.
In between bursts of laughter she managed to get out,"Daryl you think I'm hitting on you? Like I'm trying to seduce you or something. That's just rich. These are my pajamas, I wore this to bed you dumbass. At least until your brother tore them off but that's neither here nor there." At that moment a large shadow appeared behind Sam blocking the light as it lumbered towards her.
Ok so that was Chapter 2. I apologize for turning our beloved bad ass Dixon in to a gigantic vagina. His guards were completely down in a way I think we will be unlikely to see again for some time if at all. It was just the two of them in their little bubble. I think it was kinda nice to see the big softie he is underneath. Next chapter which will hopefully not take as long to put up will unfortunately be a filler chapter. However there will be some very funny stuff happening and character development and shit. So stay tuned and thanks for coming out.