I couldn't wait any longer to post this chapter so here it is, lol. The ideas for this series are just flowing! I'm surprised b/c I usually get writer's block fairly easy, lol. Anyways, Daryl Dixon decided to make an appearance first. I had some trouble writing Daryl since he's such a complex character on the show. Hopefully my interpretation is close or at least believable, lol. Merle will be next and after that I'm not sure who I'll pick up with. These aren't going to be in any type of order, just whoever wants to be written first. Thanks to those of you once again who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited this story. Without further ado, I present my first ever Daryl smut piece. Enjoy and review!

Daryl-Now We're Even

Layla opened the side door of the storage unit quietly as she peeked inside. There it was. Merle's motorcycle. Daryl stored it in this garage unit on the side of the prison. She'd snuck in here a dozen of times to just admire the thing. Her dad had one when she was a kid and she liked to think she was back home and still eight years old. She used to sneak into her father's workshop and watch him work for hours on his bike. It was homesickness. It was nostalgia and while she knew none of that was coming back, she liked to pretend, if only for a little while.

She wasn't sure why she snuck into the unit. She knew Daryl probably wouldn't care as long as she didn't touch anything. She supposed it reminded her more of her childhood when she did it this way. She left the door ajar so that some light could leak through and admired the bike. It was nice, but not nearly as nice as her father's had been. She felt the need to sweep her hand along the seat and gave into temptation. Suddenly, the door was wide open and Daryl was in the doorway. Layla jumped and quickly pulled her hand back as if she'd been burned. They locked eyes and she waited for the impending lecture she was surely going to get from the younger Dixon about people leaving his shit alone.

"You scared the shit out of me Daryl!" She grasped at her chest for effect and laughed towards the end to let him know she'd meant no harm. He stayed unmoving. Daryl unnerved her, but not in a scary way. He was unpredictable and that pissed her off. She didn't know what she'd get with him. Some days he was nice, other days he was a Grade A jackass. Today…well she was about to find out.

"What'cha doin' in here?"

His voice was low and raspy and calm for the most part. Layla cleared her throat and shook her head at the silliness of her intrusion.

"Just wanted to look. My dad had one. Memories I guess."

Her sentences were broken, but he got the message. Hell, Daryl spoke with one worded answers most of the time. He nodded, but said nothing else. He walked the rest of the way in and the door went back to being slightly ajar. Layla fidgeted nervously. Daryl didn't talk much and she wasn't a chatterbox, but people who were as silent as he was made her nervous. People who were that quiet were always thinking and that wasn't always a good thing.

"I used to ride with my dad all the time. I loved it as a kid. I became more of a chicken shit as I got older though."

She noticed a small smirk break out onto his lips at her words and she smiled. She looked back to the bike as he stood next to her.

"I still love to look at 'em though. I always wondered what it would be like to have sex on one."

She was only half serious and was expecting Daryl to scoff at her or become embarrassed, but he did neither. Everyone knew Daryl was the skittish type, especially around women. As long as she'd known Daryl he'd been a silent jackass, but she had a great amount of respect for him. He was smart and knew how to survive. The only thing about Daryl that didn't add up to her was his behavior around women. He seemed shy and awkward. His image suggested the contrary, but she'd been able to embarrass him and have him grumble away from her more times than she could count. He was a walking contradiction and it confused her.

In response to her comment he just smirked and chuckled. She watched him intently as he stared at the bike. She realized he must've been thinking about a memory and she found herself smiling in return.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked bravely. She didn't really expect him to answer, but he did. "Just thinkin' about the time I caught Merle havin' sex on this thing. Damn near gave me a heart attack."

Layla pictured it in her head and laughed at the sight of a younger Daryl catching his older brother bending a girl over the bike and having his way with her. She couldn't imagine how he reacted and laughed at the prospect of Daryl running away from the embarrassing scene.

"What did you do?"

"It was dark outside and I was comin' outta the house. I was gonna go back to my room, but I ended up just watchin'. Learned some things." His voice was always rough, but there was something different about it as he talked. Layla watched as he pulled a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and lit the stick at the end of his lips. She couldn't pinpoint what exactly made Daryl sexy to her in that moment. He was a good looking guy with a great body, but his attitude had always put her off. At the moment, his attitude was working in his favor. The cigarette and the thought of Daryl watching two people have sex to get pointers was kind of an irresistible combination. Outwardly, Layla remained unaffected by his words, but inside she was heating up at a ridiculously fast rate.

"Really? Like what?" She asked teasingly. She didn't know if he was serious or not so she decided to be as flippant as possible with the conversation.

"Like the key to havin' sex on a bike is the right position." He puffed out with a swirl of smoke. He was still staring at the bike while Layla couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Did you ever try it yourself?"

He shook his head at her question and put out his cigarette as his blue eyes met hers. "Never got a chance."

It was weird what was happening between them. Layla had placed Daryl in the "forever friend zone" and now they were in a dimly lit space talking about sex. She didn't know how she felt about that. Her body was responding on its own accord, while her mind was screaming questions at her.

The air was silent as they thought about what was happening. It was obvious this conversation could take a certain turn, but neither knew for sure if they wanted it to go there. It was the end of the world and having sex was a luxury these days, but it could also turn into a death wish. It was something that couldn't be taken lightly anymore. Layla figured he was baiting her and she couldn't resist nibbling at it. She had to know if he was serious or not and if he was…well she'd get a ride alright.

"You still owe me, ya know?"

She'd saved his life a couple weeks ago on a run. He'd been distracted by a walker in front of him and hadn't noticed the one edging up from behind. Layla had reacted in just enough time so Daryl would not have a gaping wound in his neck. He'd only nodded his thanks to her and a silent look of gratitude was all that was done about her act of bravery.

Daryl only grunted in response to her inquiry. He wasn't looking at her anymore and she figured he wasn't at all interested in her like she thought. His eyes were back on the bike. She sighed and decided to go find Beth and help with Judith. She started to move towards the door when Daryl's hand shot out and gripped her arm. The skin on skin contact was not something she was used to from him and she felt a pang of shock. He wasn't holding her tight, but his grip was strong. Layla didn't struggle or say anything. She trusted this man and he had no reason to want to hurt her.

"I owe you a ride."

A shiver ran through her at his innuendo and she forced herself to meet his eyes. The blue orbs were staring at her through strands of dark brown hair and she unconsciously licked her lips. She watched as his gaze travelled to her lips at the action and she felt herself being pulled closer to his form.

It happened before she could even comprehend it. Their lips were smashed together in a mix of passion and trepidation. Daryl was a good kisser. He didn't try to overpower her. They moved in a synchronized rhythm as if they'd been doing this for years. His bare arms encircled her waist and she was, not for the first time, grateful he ripped the sleeves off most of his shirts. She let her hands roam across the muscles in his arms until they landed on his broad shoulders. They didn't give themselves time to stop and think about what they were doing. Their bodies moved on their own accord.

Layla felt his hands on her face first, then in her hair, and finally skimming the outline of her body. There were no nerves or shyness from Daryl. He clearly knew what he was doing, so she let him take control. He'd shifted them so that she now leaned against the bike. She'd been so lost in his kisses that she hadn't realized he'd unhooked her bra under her shirt. He pulled his mouth away from hers and attached it to her neck instead as his hands expertly pinched and massaged her breasts. Layla closed her eyes against the sensations he was eliciting and let a low moan escape from her lips. A sharp bite on the neck told her he liked her sound of pleasure and she happily did it again.

She could feel his arousal through his jeans and she wasted no time in rubbing a small hand along the hardness. His hips jerked in response and she greedily undid the button and zipper and let her hand delve inside. There was no other barrier between her hand and his pulsing member and she squeezed her thighs together at the notion that Daryl walked around all day commando. It was a bigger turn on than she'd expected.

A strong hand latched on her wrist and demonstrated how he liked to be touched. Layla felt her hand being guided up and down his shaft slowly, almost lazily. Every so often he would grip her hand tightly causing her own to tighten around his length. The movement caused him to curse in her ear and she eagerly did it again. She could feel him start to thrust into her hand and he immediately backed off and pulled her hand away from him. He wasted no time in getting her shirt and bra off to reveal her smooth skin to his hungry eyes. Layla's head was swimming in a fog of lust and she was having a hard time keeping up with him. His hands and lips were now all over her naked chest. His scruff was leaving small rashes in its wake on her skin and she found herself hoping he left a mark on her. She let her hands go back to his chest and struggle to undo the buttons on his shirt. She popped the first few, but one of his hands stopped her before she could undo anymore.

"Don't." He rasped out. Layla fought through her haze and wondered why he was stopping her. The look on his face told her he wasn't playing around. An image of his partially naked back flashed in her mind and she remembered seeing the visible scars that lined his taut skin. It had startled her at first, but didn't all together surprise her either. The Dixon brothers lived hard lives before the world went to shit.

Layla wanted to feel naked skin under her fingertips. She removed her hand from his grasp and moved them back to the buttons on his shirt. Daryl's eyes narrowed at her clear act of disobedience. She leaned farther back so that she now fully sat on the motorcycle seat and entrapped Daryl in her legs against her. They both momentarily gave up their silent battle as their lower regions met in a clash of denim and they moaned at the friction it caused.

"Please Daryl…I wanna feel you." She was begging and she was okay with that. She was horny as hell and she wanted to feel the pure strength of a man. She wanted to feel his hard muscles against her soft curves as he slammed into her. She tried her hardest to put on a face he couldn't say no to, but he wasn't saying anything in return. Suddenly, his hands came up and undid the rest of his buttons. His shirt hung open on his frame and she struggled to keep her eyes trained on his.

"Leave it on." He ordered softly. It was a compromise and one she was willing to take. Layla nodded and soon his lips and teeth were back on her chest as her hands explored the terrain of his chest and abs. His jeans sat low on his hips and she let her hands travel inside the still unbuttoned pants and grip his firm ass. The movement caused him to buck into her and she tightened her legs around him in return. His mouth started to travel down her chest and over her stomach and she was forced to remove her hands from his body as he sunk to his knees in front of her. He looked at her and it made a shiver run down her spine. His fingers unfastened the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper as he started to pull the denim down her smooth legs. He was going slowly and it was torture for Layla as she sat on the motorcycle and waited for his next move.

Her jeans were discarded along with her socks and boots on the floor and she was left sitting in front of him in just her black panties. He'd positioned both of her legs to rest on his shoulders so that she was his for the taking. Layla felt her arms holding her in place start to shake as Daryl leaned forward and placed a light kiss square on her sex. It was delicate, but it made her quiver in anticipation. She unintentionally thrust her hips into his face and she could make out a small smirk across his lips. He surprised her by moving his hand up and palming her through her underwear. This was different than the kiss he'd just placed there. He was running his hand up and down her panty covered lips and he was not being gentle about it. The mixture of his movements and the friction of the cloth against her already sensitive sex had her moaning loudly into the small space. She threw her head back as he worked her with his hand. She could feel her underwear becoming increasingly wet and she could smell her arousal in the stale air of the garage.

Daryl surprised her again by pulling her underwear aside and letting his tongue dive in to her soaked heat. The sudden sensation of skin on skin contact had her thrusting up into him again and moaning louder than before.

"Gotta be quiet. Ya want the whole group bustin' in here?" His breath fanned across her skin as he quietly admonished her for her lack of discreetness. She bit her lip and made a promise to herself that she'd shut the fuck up because she didn't want anyone interrupting and keeping Daryl from finishing what he'd started.

Layla's whole body was alive with pleasure as Daryl continued to devour her with his mouth. Oral sex was not something Layla had ever placed much emphasis on when it came to sex, but she'd also never had someone like Daryl Dixon feasting on her either. It was pure bliss. He knew how to suckle and kiss her most intimate areas. He knew how much pressure to apply and when to back off to keep her begging for more. His thick fingers were a part of the mix now and she could feel a digit teasing her entrance as he pushed into her. She heard a low groan from him as his finger became fully encased by her. He moved slowly, exploring and studying the way her body responded to certain ways he moved his finger and tongue. Layla could feel her arms wanting to give out and her eyes filled with tears. Her body was literally begging for a release and she let a pitiful whimper leave her lips in frustration.

"Please Daryl…I need to…" She couldn't finish her sentence. Her brain was barely putting together all the sensations she was feeling, much less full sentences. She chanced a look down to where he sat kneeling between her open legs and their eyes connected. He licked his lips and nodded at her.

"Alright." He relented and Layla gasped as she felt another finger enter her and they both crooked inside of her. The motion made her back arch at what would normally be an impossible angle as lights danced across her closed eyes. Her body shook with the force of her climax and she was vaguely aware that Daryl was holding her hips in place so she wouldn't fall. She felt her limbs go lax and she opened her eyes to see Daryl standing up and placing his fingers in his mouth. The action made Layla shake with an aftershock as she waited for what he'd do next.

She watched his hands as they removed something from his back pocket and brought it up to place between his teeth. Layla recognized the square package as a condom and she silently thanked the Heavens he carried one around. His hands were back on her body as he pulled her forward on the seat so that he could get the perfect angle of entrance. Her back strained against the seat and it was uncomfortable, but Layla ignored it and only focused on the man in front of her. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her underwear and started to remove the flimsy material from her body. She eased her hips off the seat so that he could remove them fully. She felt a draft of cool air hit her completely naked form and she shivered in response. He didn't move or say anything for a moment, just stared at her. He was skimming his eyes over her fully naked body and she should've been embarrassed, but she couldn't conjure up the emotion. Instead, she only felt heat. Hot heat that settled low in her belly and pooled between her legs. He took the condom from between his teeth and ripped open the seal. He quickly rolled the latex onto his hardness and threw the empty packing to the floor. Layla waited with baited breath as he lowered his jeans so they could pool at his ankles. She felt the tip of him start to tease her entrance and she both pulled back and pushed forward. Her nerves were still tingling from her last orgasm and she was thankful that he seemed to understand that. He was being careful…or teasing, one of the two. He was letting his cock glide over her still wet center as he lubricated himself with her own juices. It was highly erotic and made Layla's body peak in arousal again.

She felt herself thrusting towards Daryl and he took that as his cue and entered her slowly. She hadn't gotten the best view of him in the dimly lit garage, but from the feel of things Daryl was a well endowed male. She could feel him hot and pulsing inside her. He felt powerful, like the rest of his body as he stretched her inch by inch. She alternated moaning and sighing as he fully sheathed himself inside her. He leaned his body forward and gripped her thighs painfully tight as he cursed in pleasure.

"Fuck…damn ya feel good."

His words made her involuntarily tighten around him and he growled low in his throat at the action. He started moving. They were slow thrusts, but each one was punctuated. It was gentle and rough all at the same time…much like Daryl. She let her legs tighten around his waist drawing him in further and he cursed as he picked up speed. Layla brought her hands up to her breasts and touched herself. She felt Daryl's heated gaze on her and she let one hand fall between them to where they were joined. A small finger started to add more pleasure to the already frenzied thrusts, but Daryl's hand pulled it away and replaced it with one of his own. The roughness of his calloused fingers caused a delicious friction and made her call out his name.

She could feel him tensing as he continued to thrust harder and faster. His finger was working her rapidly and she could feel another climax on the edges. Unexpectedly, Daryl leaned forward and started to suck on her breast, hard. The shock of his lips so ferociously attached to her and his fucking caused her to tense and feel wave after wave of her orgasm wash over her. Her hands tangled in his hair and held him to her as she trapped him inside her. Her body felt like it would never stop vibrating. All sounds were clouded by the fireworks going off inside her. She could still feel Daryl pumping into her and she clenched herself around him again as he readjusted his hold on her thighs. There were going to be bruises there, but she welcomed them.

Without warning, Daryl thrust into her hard and she felt him tense with the force of his climax as he filled the condom inside her. She felt him throbbing uncontrollably as he grunted with release. A moment later he pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. He reached a hand out to her and she gratefully accepted it as he helped her stand up. She could feel the shakiness in her legs once she put weight on them and she clung to him as she adjusted to standing upright again. Layla felt herself being shy now, despite what they'd just done and tried to hide her embarrassment. His rough hands held her arms in place and she smiled thankfully up at him.

"Ya got it?" He asked quietly. His voice was raspier than normal and she wondered if it had anything to do with the good fucking he'd just given her. She nodded her response and they broke apart from each other as they got dressed. Her clothes were scattered to various corners of the room, but Daryl helped her collect them all and she was able to dress quickly. She felt fatigued, but refreshed. The tension that she hadn't even been aware of was gone now. She felt like she could sleep for days and it'd be a peaceful sleep. She fixed her shirt across her chest and watched as Daryl pulled another cigarette from his pocket and produced a lighter to light it. Layla found herself being drawn to the stick in his hand and she eyed it in his thick fingers, fingers that were moments ago enveloped dip inside her.

"Ya wanna drag?" His voice startled her, but she recovered quickly and walked the few steps to him.

"Yeah, if you don't mind." He shook his head and handed the cigarette to her. She felt his eyes on her as she brought the cancer filled stick to her lips and took a greedy draw from it. The smoke burned, but it felt good. Satisfying.

"Didn't know ya smoked."

She took another drag and then passed it back to him as the smoke left her lips. "I don't. Not really." He seemed to accept that answer because he nodded and took his own hit. Layla waited for the awkwardness to settle between them, but it never came. It was a comfortable silence and something she was grateful for.

"I better get back before someone comes looking for me."

This is where it got slightly awkward and Layla wondered if there was something else she should say. Daryl said nothing to her comment, but she noticed he moved to follow her out. They stepped into the cool air and Layla realized how much that garage smelled of sex as she took a lungful of clean air. She heard the door click close behind her and Daryl stood next to her with the cigarette dangling from his lips.

"We even?"

His question surprised her. She turned to look at him and she could see a hint of humor behind his eyes. Layla laughed and nodded her head in return. "Yeah, I guess we are." She supplied lightly. He nodded and started walking back to the cell block. Layla took a moment to admire his retreating form and smirked to herself. We most certainly are…