Hey guys! Sorry my updates aren't too frequent, but I hope to make up for it with some Daryl awesomeness. Be sure to review if you like this! Here's chapter three! Also, chapter names will start to make a little more sense after this chapter, just for all of you curious kids out there. Also, here's that darned Disclaimer I so stupidly forgot about.
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN NOTHIN', esp. not Walking Dead. Sad face.
Also, shout-out to Ranguki and AltairsEvilAngel! MY VERY FIRST REVIEWERS! Ranguki, I send you a cyber blunt. Or cookie. Whichever you'd prefer.
Chapter Three: Dioxazine Purple
Luna changed into one of Daryl's longer shirts and stepped out of the tent, and straight into Merle's back. Oops. "Oh no you don'! Darlina tol' me to watch yer perty lil' ass, an' that's what I'm gon' do. So git back in that tent sweetcheeks." Aw, hell no. Merle? Really? Luna growled in frustration, and was about to turn to go back into her tent when a look of hope appeared on her face. She stepped closer to Merle, who gave her a warning look. "I said git, you hear?" She looked around, and gestured for him to come closer. "Do, do you, um…" He rolled his eyes at her. "Spit it out girlie, 'fore I beat it outta ya." She grimaced at the thought. "Do you have any…ugh fuck, do you have any weed?" He looked at her for a moment silent, and then burst out laughing. "Shut up, everyone will hear you! I'm serious Merle!" He stopped, looking at her in awe. "Well, 'course I do. But what're you gon' give ole Merle in return?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at her and she sighed, rolling her eyes. "How about me not having a panic attack in five minutes?" He shook his head at her. "Fine, but ye owe me one, lil' lady." She followed him back to his tent, shadily looking around for peeping eyes.
Merle's tent was a million times worse than Daryls. There were squirrel tails hanging everywhere she looked, and it stank of body odour and something else she did not want to even try and identify. She gingerly avoided the soda bottle Merle had turned into a piss repository. Ugh. This was just downright nasty. At least Daryl's living space was clean and somewhat organized, liveable. Merle, he lived in his own filth! She wrinkled her nose as she watched him rummage through his belongings, mumbling curses and oaths under his breath. "Gotta be 'roun here some—aHA! Lookie here!" He held up a plastic bag full of weed and a leaflet of papers. "Ready to get stoned, sugartits?" If he called her another damn derogatory name, she might just lose it. Nevertheless, she forced a smile. "Course.
Five minutes later, she was sitting by the fire with Merle, smoking a joint. She had grabbed a pair of shorts, and the deluge of water that had been pouring relentlessly from the skies just a little bit earlier had almost ceased, now a light mist. She felt the calm wash over her as the sweet, pungent smoke filled her lungs and burned her throat. In the midst of the Apocalypse it was easy to forget such simple things as smoking a j. She crouched, perched atop the log Merle leaned against as he sat crosslegged on the ground two feet away from her. She sighed, grateful for the release.
"So what did you do before...this?" Luna offered in a feeble attempt to spark conversation. He chuckled as he puffed on the joint once more before handing it to her. "Everythang from lan'scapin, to roofin', you name it baby, I can do it." She took another hit from the j and passed it off to the eldest Dixon, pondering. Of course it only briefly crossed her mind that 'baby' sounded infinitely better coming from the other Dixon's mouth. Those lips she so wanted to kiss. Rejection hit her like a wave again, and she nodded gratefully to Merle as he returned the joint to her waiting fingers. She took a long, deep drag, and held it in as Merle addressed her. "How 'bout you? What was yer pretty lil' ass doin 'fore all this?" She shook her head at him. Hopeless. "I lived in a shitty apartment above a shitty chinese takeout place in Maine. I'm an artist. Well, I was. You know, back when there was a place for such things in the world. Now, it's all I can do to survive. After all, what good does a couple of pretty pictures do against a horde of zombies?" She sighed; she would give anything right now to be back in her apartment right now, working on that piece she never got to finish before the outbreak.
The truth was, no one needed art. In the midst of the crazy hell that was life in this new world, something as simple and useless as art was just trivial. Art didn't feed you, clothe you, keep you alive. It was just art. Isn't that a bitch? The very thing I dedicate my life to, doesn't mean a thing now. Great job Luna, look where creativity got you! Beaten and bruised and alone. Well, not quite alone anymore. Battered and bruised, yes, but also alive. Which was something she was forever thankful for.
"Girlie?" Merle's raspy voice snapped her out of her self-induced fog. "This bitch is done," Merle spat as he squished the roach against the log. She sighed and looked up at the starry night sky as she heard the flick of Merle's lighter. She turned, figuring he was lighting another joint, and saw him smoking a Marlboro Red. Fuck. What she wouldn't do, kill, for that goddamn cancer stick hanging so lazily from his mouth. To her surprise, he flicked one out of his softpack straight into her lap. Skill. "Eh jus' take it an' stop lookin' at me like that." She nodded and took his lighter eagerly.
As soon as the smoke lit her lungs, she let out a sigh. Now this, this was perfect. But it wasn't. Because Merle was not the person she wanted to be with right now. She wanted the man with the faded angel wings emblazoned upon his back, she wanted to stare into his blue eyes forever. Feel his lips on hers, his hands... She frowned slightly, and got up. "Merle, thank you so much. I think I'm going to go see who's on watch. But this was..."she frowned again. "Interesting. Thank you." He laughed and saluted her. "Anytime, sweetcheeks."
Ugh. She bit back her rage at his pet names and turned on her heel, stomping off to find Daryl. He had to be around here somewhere. As she neared the RV, puffing on her cigarette, inhaling the deliciously harsh tobacco smoke, she heard what sounded like groaning. Reaching for her knife, Luna rounded the brush and, to her dismay, saw a walker stumbling up behind Daryl as he checked his crossbow whiled he leaned against the van, his back towards her.
She had to do something. She couldn't yell out to him, that would attract more walkers, wake people up, and not to mention there was no way he could load his bow in time. She ran up behind the walker, and once more cursed her height. Sometimes, if the walkers were too tall, she couldn't reach to plunge the knife into their brain. She would either have to jump on their back or take them down. And of course, such was the case. Great. She launched herself onto the undead man's back, and the creature hissed, clawing and snapping at her death grip around his neck as she plunged the knife into its skull. "Shit" She managed, as the walker crumbled to the ground, right on top of her.
Daryl stood over her, wide-eyed, as he rolled the dead body off of the tiny girl. She coughed and stood up. "You just..." She nodded. "We're even now, oki?" Damn. He really loved the way she said ok. She was like a goddamn mouse. And he was the cat. Fuck. "Motherfucker!" She groaned, looking at her now zombified cigarette. "No!" That had to be the cutest damned thing he had ever seen. He remembered watching her take down that geek, how small yet fierce she had looked. She was a fierce mouse. And the fuckin cutest mouse he ever had the pleasure of meeting.
He handed her his pack, and she stared at him, slackjawed. "Are—are you serious Daryl?" He shrugged. "Don' tell Merle, but I keep a carton for myself, get one whenever we go on a run." Then, she did something he really did not expect. She lunged forward, and jumped on him, her arms curling around his neck and her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. "You're the best, Daryl. Thank you." She breathed happily into his ear. Never had he witnessed someone so appreciative of such a simple gesture. Her body was pressed against his as he fought to control his urges. He wanted her so badly. But he couldn't. Not after how he had found her not even an hour or two ago. No.
Still, he was unable to control himself as his face dipped down to rest against the curve of her neck, his lips resting against her skin lightly. He felt her breathing get heavier. Unable to take much more, he moved to set her on the ground. But instead of simply moving away as he expected her to do, she slid down his body, so that they were both standing, her arms around his neck, his around her tiny waist. She looked up at him before hugging him tight to her. Neither of them said a word, they simply stood with each other, unable to break themselves away. They both knew where this was going. And that was the end of all of Daryl's careful control. He stared deeply into her eyes as he dipped his head back down to her neck, his arm snaking slowly up her back and his hand gently moving to the back of her head. He rested his open lips against her shoulder, and then placed a tender kiss there. Her skin was so soft, he wanted to taste it. Taste her. He loved how shaky her breaths were, how tight her arms were around his neck. He moved his curious lips to her pulse point, and boldly nipped the skin there, smirking against her neck as she let out a gasp. His tongue swept gently over where he'd nipped her, and she pressed her hips into him, wanting more.
She couldn't take much more teasing. But he wasn't done teasing her. Daryl wanted to savor this, savor her. He gently nipped and sucked on her sensitive skin, moving his hands to her hips as he backed her into the side of the RV. She whimpered and pressed herself against him more urgently. "Please, Daryl," her voice was strangled as she begged for him to kiss her. But still, he wouldn't. His mouth moved to her ear, and he gently nipped the lobe. "What you want, lil' lady?" So he was going to make her say it. "Please, kiss me!" She squeaked out, writhing desperately against him. He gazed into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity, before cupping her face in his rough hands and pulling her lips to his in a slow but passionate kiss. His hand had found its way under her shirt and now rested on her hip, his thumb drawing circles there. He broke away for a moment, muttering against her lips in between kisses that were growing more and more feverish. "Damn pixie...Fuckin' sexy as hell..." She arched her back, trying to get closer to him. "Daryl!" Was all she could manage. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and captured her lips with his, pressing her close to him as their tongues danced together sensually.
She had never felt like this before. It was like everything but Daryl had ceased to exist. Time had stopped. It didn't matter that this was the Zombie Apocalypse. It didn't matter that she had nothing and no one from her old life left. She had him, right here, right now. And he was so good. He growled against her lips, and hoisted her legs up around his waist before walking her throught the campsite. They stopped kissing briefly. "Where are we going?" His pace quickened. "My tent." The heat that had been growing in her core intensified. This was happening. "I need ya baby," he whispered before he began licking and sucking on her neck again until they finally reached the tent. He made quick work of the zipper and soon they were inside.
By the time he laid her on the cot, she was done waiting, and she pulled him on top of her, frantically pressing herself against his now bulging pants. Daryl hovered over her, looking her up and down as he slowly moved his hands to her shirt. Snap, snap, SNAP. And in one fell swoop, her shirt was no more. She giggled and looked up at him from under her eyelashes. "Damnit girl, you're just too damn cute" he growled. Then, things turned more intense. He gently slid her shirt off of her shoulders, grateful she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were so beautiful. They fit her petite body perfectly, and he groaned as he licked one of her nipples, flicking the other with his thumb. She cried out and arched up into him, and he moved his mouth back to hers again. One of her hands wound itself in his hair as he kissed her and gently swept his fingers over her breasts. She was so damn perfect. He needed to taste her. He began kissing and licking his way down her neck and over her chest, making sure to flick one of her nipples with his tongue. She moaned his name, he loved hearing her say it so breathlessly, so desperately. He loved how much he was driving her crazy.
Moving at a tantalizingly slow pace, he made his way down her stomach, unbuttoning her shorts and gently sliding them off her body. He kissed her through her now wet panties, teasing her still. She clutched his hair tightly, her hips bucking as he removed her panties. Then, his tongue was on her, and she threw her head back, in pure ecstasy. He licked her clit and dipped his tongue into her, tasting her sweetness on his tongue. He growled and pulled her closer to him, shoving his tongue into her as deep as it would go. She wouldn't last much longer. She could feel the heat about to explode in her. "Daryl, I- I can't, I'm..." And then, she was climaxing, screaming his name.
He licked her clean before looking up at her again. She was panting heavily. He wanted so badly to fuck her. But he knew he shouldn't yet. Not after knowing her for such a short period of time. He knew that she was special. But he wanted to so damn bad. And she was practically begging for him. But he couldn't. Couldn't take advantage like that. Sighing, he slid her panties back up her body. Luna bolted upright, confused. "But, I thought..." He looked into her eyes, filled with rejection and hurt. Shit. He hadn't meant to do that. "Baby, don' worry, I'll fuck you so hard you won' be able to walk straight. Jus' not tonight." She sighed in defeat. "You're impossible!" She groaned, still a little breathless as he inched up the cot to hover over her. "I jus', not after what happened to ye tonight. I'm sorry lil' lady. I'd love nothin' more'n to fuck you senseless," he growled.
Giving up, she turned over, her back to the man she had been so quick to try and bed. She felt ashamed. Of course he didn't really want her. It was just heat of the moment. She sniffled a little bit. A hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her back, so she was staring straight into his eyes. "I wan' you, don' think for a second that I don', pixie." She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her softly. "Reckon you oughta get some sleep." Grumbling incoherently in a drowsy agreement, she willingly let Daryl pull her into his arms and drifted away into a peaceful sleep.
So, I took a risk here! If you think they moved too fast I can redo the chapter, but I think it was perfect timing. Review!