Myka wait..." Daryl protested as she pulled him down to the ground with her, her lips only half an inch away from his. "This what you want?"
She kissed him again, reaching between them to unzip her hoody and shrug it off. "Please," she said between kisses, "please keep up the whole quiet, hot guy thing and shut the hell up." She planted her lips on his again and felt him smile against them.
"Quiet, hot guy?" he chuckled as he finally gave in and sat down against the base of the tree. He slid his hands up the back of her shirt as she lowered herself on top of him. He moved a hand up to where her bra strap should have been, and he groaned a little as his hand glided over only smooth skin. Shit, what the hell am I doing?
She pulled back. "Am I giving in too easily? Do you think I'm a pushover?" She asked as if reading his mind.
"I d-don't know. Am I?
Myka stared hard into his eyes. She knew he'd meant everything he'd said. It wasn't like she was just some girl. They'd been getting closer for months and she knew there was something between them. If this was a mistake and didn't work out down the line, she knew it would be because of them, not Carol.
She shook her head. "No way. You a pushover? You are so damn hard to get through to..."
He silenced her with a hard kiss. "I wanna...this...with you..." He relented, struggling to find words and feeling awkward thinking he needed them.
"Then..." She gazed down at him as she took her tank top off, and his eyes left hers to stare at her breasts. He smoothed his hands slowly up her thighs and rested them on her hips.
"You said months," she breathed as he moved his hands from her hips, up her sides, "months, you woke up in the middle of the night, thinking of me?""
She looked down, seeing conviction clear on his face. "Yeah. You fucked with my head..."
He shrugged off his vest and unbuttoned his shirt. As Myka pushed the flannel off he grabbed her hips again and the muscles of his chest flexed slightly when he pulled her towards him. Her hands fell on his body, sliding up his stomach, over his chest, and through the sparse hairs there. She lay down on him so they were bare skin on bare skin and draped her arms around his neck. He held her, just reveling in the touch of their flesh together for the first time. He kissed her hair while she moved her hands over his bare abdomen.
"I love that you have no idea how sexy you are," she said and laid a kiss on his chest. "I love our skin together."
She nestled her breasts against him, and he felt her hardened nipples pressing into his pecs. Her words embarrassed and stimulated him simultaneously. He felt his face grow hot while the tightening in his groin increased.
"Feel your heart? I feel it beating against me." He rasped.
Myka nodded. "I feel yours too."
He placed light kisses along her collar bones as his hands slid up her ribs to the sides of her breasts. He waited for her to stop him, but she didn't. She straightened up and leaned her head back as he ran his thumbs over her nipples, and let out a small moan. Then she felt his mouth on one nipple and her body jerked in response. She placed her hand on the back of his head to push it closer. He looked up at her and began rolling the other nipple between his fingers, and she jerked again, her sharp intake of breath echoing slightly. It had been a long time since Daryl had been with a woman and he wasn't sure he'd ever been sober when he was. He let his body and her reactions lead him. He sure as hell knew what to do he just needed to let himself.
When she felt his teeth scrape lightly against her collarbone she couldn't help but to start to grind on the hardness she felt growing below her. The material of her jeans created some friction, and she moved her hips forwards and then back, side to side, harder, and harder against him. Daryl had moved his mouth to the other nipple and started sucking, making her body jerk again. He groaned when she reacted and the sound made her grind against him even harder. "This...this okay?' he breathed.
"Yeah, God yeah. You...feel so good."
Finally she pushed away from him, laying down on her back between his legs. She had her feet on either side of his thighs and thrust her hips up in the air in order to slide her jeans over them and moved her legs towards Daryl so he could help. He chewed his lip as he pulled them and her thong towards him, tossing them to the side as he reached down to undo the fly of his jeans. The anticipation was making him harder. He laid back and lifted his hips a little to shimmy out of his cargoes, his cock springing free from it's bounds. She needed him, didn't even give him a chance to get his pants off completely. She quickly crawled on top of him. It was gonna happen. She reached between her legs and placed her hand on him to help guide him in. She stroked him slowly at first, savoring his length. She felt herself get wetter at the thought of lowering herself onto him. He had his hands on both sides of her face again. "Please," he begged, lightly thrusting upwards into her stroking hand. "It's been... a long time..."
She nodded and whispered, "for me too..." and rubbed his tip against her opening and he closed his eyes for a moment but quickly opened them again. She let go of him, placed a hand on each of his shoulders, and slowly started to ease herself down, her mouth open, feeling how much he was stretching her. Small gasps escaped her mouth as she took him in, inch by inch, slowly sliding up and down His eyes never left her face as he placed his hands on her hips, guiding her.
Finally, he was completely inside and she felt herself tighten and loosen around him. "Oh, god," she whispered, and watched his face change in astonishment as she tightened around him. His friction against her clit and the angle of his cock made her jerk over and over again as an orgasm swept her almost immediately. "Told you," she gasped. "It's been a while..." She threw her head back as the last spasm coursed through her then looked back down at his awestruck face. She nodded as she started moving her hips against him, and his hands gripped them bruisingly. She moved in circles, her hands massaging her breasts, then stroking leaned forward again, placing her hands on either side of his head. She raised and lowered her ass taking him in long, deep strokes.
She sat back and this time he came up with her. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her breasts as she put her hands on his shoulders and slowly moved up and down. His fingers were digging into her flesh and she knew he was going to come soon. Feeling his skin against hers, his cock deep inside her, his mouth on her breasts, and his arms wrapped around her all came together to give her the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. "I'm coming..." she warned in a whisper. "Again..." she almost giggled. He lifted his head and pressed his lips against hers. Their mouths were opened against each others as his hands went to her ass and he pulled her harder against him.
She came again, her core tightening around him as he released. He had covered her mouth with his again while she moaned softly into it, convulsing against him. He was shaking too, and she could feel his cock pulsing inside. She pulled her mouth away from his and buried her head in his neck, lightly nosing and licking it. She was holding him tightly against her and their bodies shook together. Soon the shaking stopped, and the cold started to creep its way in. Daryl felt calm and a sense that the woods had somehow been witness to this consummation. It made him feel that this was right; she felt right in a way he'd never known before. He wanted to tell her but how?
"You..." He cursed himself for not having the words.
"I know." Her eyes were soft. "That was... Daryl that was amazing. Do you even know how good you are?"
He looked away.
"I'm so sorry," She said softly. "I didn't mean to offend you before when I said those things... I just…"
He pressed his fingers against her mouth and shook his head slightly.
"It's ok,"
"Really?"
"And I don't take no offense."
"You don't?"
"I don't. It's good, you speaking your mind. Not everybody does."
They heard a shuffling in the bushes a little far off from where they were. He started throwing her clothes at her, and she threw his at him. As long as they laid flat, no one would be able to see them, so they got dressed on their backs as quickly as they could. Daryl crouched and raised his bow, ready.
Two filthy, shredded corpses proceeded in a stumbling march toward them. Daryl shot the first and Myka took down the second with her knife as he retrieved the bolt.
"C'mon, more where they come from I bet."
"Daryl wait. You can't come with me."
"Fuck it Myka! You better quit that. Telling me what I can't do." After what we just did? She's telling me to fuck off...
"It's not right. Your brother is back at the prison. Your life is back at that prison. We got a little carried away, but it doesn't mean...you should give all that up for a girl you've only known for a few months. No matter how good we seem to fit."
"Don't feel like only months. Feels like I've known you longer." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Time now is different. Things mean more. What we do means more. Time speeds up I guess. Sounds crazy huh?"
"No, it doesn't. " She answered, eyes focused on him. "We don't know how much time we are gonna have. Things can seem unreal...but you feel real."
"Will you stop changing your damn mind." Daryl decided he needed to take charge. "I'm coming. Not talking about this no more. Let's go."
"Wait. The reason I left in the first place wasn't just Carol and the rest of them. I was afraid."
"Afraid of what? Afraid of me?"
"Yes, I mean no. I mean... afraid of how you make me feel."
He looked at her with confusion. "Don't I make you feel good?" He mumbled suddenly self-conscious about how he had performed.
"Yeah," she reached out and placed her hand over his, "really good. Especially today...just now..." she blushed. "But there's this deeper feeling. This need to be near you, to smell you, to hold you, to just be with you. And it scares me because I've been independent all my life and then I met you, and everything changed. I went from content with myself and me alone, to wanting you... needing you." She took a deep breath, trying to ease her emotions. "I thought if I left it would just go away. But it's getting worse. Fuck it."
All her bottled emotions bubbled to the surface. It was at that moment that she truly realized how much she'd miss him if they separated. "I didn't know if you'd feel the same way. So, to save myself the pain, I left."
She took her hand away and looked down. The unbelievable urge to bare her soul to him took over. "It's pretty much been that way all my life. Not being wanted. My parents left me. You know my story...I never even had a real boyfriend; relationships meant giving up my independence and trusting somebody. I couldn't. But I was okay with that because I've always only had myself, I was used to it. Then you suddenly showed up in my life. I feel sick without you. Crazy even. Now it's just unsettling to be alone." She took deep breaths, to try to regain her composure.
"Damnit Myka...I had the same life as you, I mean, the being on my own part. But ever since I met you, I feel like I never needed someone more than I need you. I never felt this way about a person. Your smell can get me drunk. I mean it. When you were gone this morning, I felt like I was going crazy. I needed to see you, talk to you, I felt fucking insane. You do that to me, and I don't know how, but you do. You're not running away again. I want us to try this...whatever this is. And I don't want you to think just because you need me back, means you won't be independent. You'll still have it. Trust me?" He finished with a frown, his jaw set.
Maybe letting herself stand beside someone like Daryl, wouldn't be bad. As a matter of fact, it would be pretty good. "I trust you."
"Then c'mon, let's go."
"No. I'll come back with you. To the prison ."
"You said…" He scratched his chin. "You sure?"
"Besides, maybe I should talk to Carol. Reason with her. If you see something in her worth making her a friend, I can try."
"You think?"
"For you, I'll try. Now that we know where we stand with each other and promise to be honest about it with her then, yeah, I think. We are all adults here, it's not like we're in fucking junior high."
He was about to say something when the brush started to shake and rustle."Another one?" Daryl sighed and raised his bow ready for a Walker, but a dog burst through the low branches of a thistle bush and stopped short when he saw the two humans. His ears went back and his tail lowered as he his eyes went from Daryl to Myka, but he didn't make a move to either attack or run away.
"Nothing but a damn dog," Daryl commented.
"He's scared ..." Myka whispered. "Hey baby..its okay..." her voice took on a comforting tone and the dog's ears immediately moved forward a bit.
"Are you okay?" She asked the dog, then turned to Daryl. "He's skinny. Poor thing. She rummaged in her pack for some jerky. She crouched and held out the food, turning her body to the side and moving her eyes down to appear as non-threatening as possible. The dog approached tentatively then took the offering from her hand.
"You like that?"
Daryl handed her a bottle of water. "He's probably thirsty."
Myka clucked and the dog came forward sniffing her hand again. She petted under his chin and his tail began wagging enthusiastically. She stroked the side of his body sure to avoid his head, a sign of politeness to a dog. He sniffed Daryl's legs and pushed against his knees wanting to be petted. Daryl obliged and Myka saw his smile so genuine as he bent down to scratch behind the dog's ears.
She smiled up at him. "Think you made a friend."
Daryl grunted a little. "Just a mutt, huh?"
"He likes you."
He took the water bottle and poured some into his cupped palm and the dog lapped it up. "Hey boy, what happened to you huh? You on your own?"
The black and tan shepherd hound mix whined a little and tilted his head. He stood at Daryl's knees and easily nuzzled his snout into Daryl's hand.
"Not no more. He's coming with us.'
Myka nodded remembering how often she and Daryl talked about dogs.
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"Um..Charlie."
"Brando.'
"Elvis."
"Clyde."
Daryl and Myka traded name suggestions as they walked through the woods the dog trotting beside them. He'd occasionally run further up the path as if scouting on point then run back to the two as they marveled at the twist of fate that brought a dog to them.
The dog was a nice distraction but as they drew closer to the prison, Myka began to feel uneasy. The people here didn't like her and she knew it would be a battle to keep her cool and try to come to terms with being part of the group if they'd even accept her. It was her idea to come back after all despite how hurt she'd been.
"Hey you okay? You got so quiet.'
"Yeah it's just that ... they make me feel..."
"Look if they give you shit we're out of there. Merle and me and you. Got it?"
"Yeah. And Clyde too right?"
The dog bounded back and jumped up on Myka trying to lick her face.
"Clyde, huh? Think he likes that." Daryl observed loving her smile and the sound of her laughter as the dog continued to jump on her. "Yeah, Clyde's coming too.
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Before reaching the prison, they were still in the wooded perimeter when Clyde stopped and began a low growl, tensing. Myka peeked over Daryl's shoulder and saw Merle emerging from the woods. He had the biggest smile she'd ever seen, and it was completely contagious.
"Hey boy, it's alright. " Daryl said. The dog picked up on Daryl's familiarity with Merle, immediately calmed down and began wagging his tail.
Merle pointed at Myka and said, "See you bagged your prey."
Daryl shook his head and a blush crept up his neck. "Fuck you doing out here Merle?"
"Hunting. like you."
"You following me?"
"Nah, I gotta get away from that place for a while. Them people getting on my last nerve. Who's this?" He asked as Clyde raced circles around him. "Got some hound in there, I can see it."
"He found us so we brought him back."
"Yeah 'bout that…" He cleared his throat and focused on Daryl. "Y'all might not want to head back in there."
"Why not?"
"Well, lets just say Carol threatened to kill your little sweetheart here Daryl."
"What? That ain't her…she…I don't believe it. What are you playing at Merle?"
"Nothing, she told me ...believe her exact words were, If Daryl brings that girl back here, I'm gonna slit her throat while she's sleeping."
"She said that?" Myka asked, her anger returning. "Bitch! I'm not scared of her."
Merle chuckled and Daryl grabbed her arm. "Hey, its alright. I'll handle it. Don't sound like her."
Myka nodded, feeling the protective shift in Daryl. We're all adults here right? She thought again.
"'Sides sugar, I bet you could take the old lady down any day if it was a fair fight. She ambushed you the other night. " Merle complimented her.
"Well nobody's gonna be fighting." Daryl grimaced. "Jesus Merle..."
"What? Just saying I like your gal here that's all. And it's nice to see you ain't confused no more. " Merle said and slapped Daryl on the shoulder.
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Carol hummed to herself as she folded Daryl's clothes. She moved around his cell, neatening things, arranging, straightening, touching his few possessions, feeling close to him. Daryl was hers. He'd all but said he loved her giving her that flower and being there after Sophia died. The time she'd been lost in the tombs after TDog had died and Daryl searched for her never giving up, carrying her back to the cell block. Daryl was a man of few words, but his chivalrous actions told Carol all she needed to know. He was in love with her. She lay down on his bunk and let her thoughts run.
It's you and only you who does this to me, Daryl. I've tried thinking about others, and I always come back to the same broken tape, playing in my head endlessly. We can't deny the physical pull between us; We are so much more to each other, your desire for me is undeniable. You make me feel human there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think about being with you. Don't deny you never knew how much you mean to me. I am aware of how much you want me. We are more than friends. I thought about the rough times you've had, and how I make you happy too. You make me feel like a woman who matters. You are the one to show me what intimacy is, that day you touched my cheek. I dream of having a life with you and I know you do with me. I often think about the pleasure I could give you by being inside me. I think about how this act is like every other act that friends do for each other. Sometimes I imagine long talks with you, and I learn things about you that you never would have shared with me before. You tell me all these things while our naked bodies embrace...
Carol's thoughts were interrupted by a commotion downstairs and the main door to the cell block shut noisily. Daryl must be back. Her Daryl had returned to her.
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"So you're back?" Rick looked Myka up and down.
"Look Rick, I don't want trouble."
"None of us do Myka."
"No, we certainly don't." Carol walked up behind Rick. "I don't feel comfortable with her living here, Merle either."
Daryl put his hand on Myka's shoulder not unaware of Carol's death glare at his action. "There's no reason we can't all live here together. You need to give Myka break. She didn't start nothing the other night Carol. I should have said something before."
"Rick, don't you care about the safety and well-being of the group?" Carol shook her head. "Having Myka and Merle here is unsafe and a drain on our resources. Winter is coming and we need to conserve. I bet if we took a vote you'd see I'm not alone in my opinion." She suddenly noticed the dog. "And that? What's that? A flea-infested disease carrying animal has no place here. Eating food right out of our mouths and it's dangerous to have a strange dog around Judith."
"A vote? Fuck that." Daryl retorted. He felt Myka shift and seem to fold in on herself. He knew she was about to tell them all to fuck off and that she'd leave, so he answered for her. "They go, I go." He stated it simply and with conviction, squeezing her shoulder now.
"And I'd just like to remind ya'll of who does most the hunting round here. You wanna talk about fair distribution of resources..." Merle threw in.
"Daryl, that's not what anyone is saying," Rick added ignoring Merle. "No one wants you to go."
"Aint changing my mind."
"Daryl no, you don't mean that." Carol scolded him.
"Know what, you just stop telling me what I mean. Hell you know?"
She turned to Myka. "You, you'll ruin us." Carol motioned to the group. "She will, you all know I'm right. She has something against me...who knows she may just try to kill me in my sleep."
"What? Me? You're the one who said... you know what, don't judge me. Any of you." Myka shot back. "You can't handle half of what I've dealt with. There's a reason I do the things I do. There is a reason I am who I am. Now I'm sure it's the same for all of us. Judging each other is stupid, it's a waste of time. I don't want trouble. I've never done anything malicious to anyone here. Maybe at times I've felt like an outsider, recently anyway. I know I'm still new here compared to the rest of you, but I'm willing to work at this. If you're really Daryl's friends, I'd think you'd want to try too. Carol aren't you his friend?"
Carol bristled at the word friend, but as she looked at the faces of the other group members she realized this was not the way to get rid of Myka. She'd made too much of a scene. The last thing she'd wanted to do was drum up sympathy for the little slut. No, she'd deal with Myka quietly but once and for all. Carol switched gears knowing she could bide her time and find a permanent solution.
"I'm not unreasonable, you all know me. So, instead of either leaving the prison myself or getting into petty arguments with Myka, I think it's best if she and I avoid each other as much as possible. It's a large place. Since I have a lot of respect and admiration for Rick and Daryl, I am willing to try." She looked around seeing the relief in the postures around the room. Her tight sallow face looked even more hollow as she turned to Myka. "But you know dear if you are feeling like an outsider that is something you should talk about with Rick, hmm?"
Myka rolled her eyes and crouched to nuzzle her face into Clyde's side. The dog glared at Carol and shifted his body in front of Myka protectively.
"And keep that mangy beast away from the baby," Carol warned turning on her heel.
