A/N: I know I'm traveling backwards in time here, but it's kind of fun and different. Hope you all like. xoxoxoxoxox Krissy.

CDC- Daryl's Game- You're with me.

"You're with me." He took her by the hand and it was not up for discussion. Lisbeth didn't argue, and he made it clear that it wasn't going to be any other way.

Behind him she could see Lori grinning, but she couldn't look at her friend. Lori had called this about two weeks ago when she and Lisbeth were doing wash in the quarry. She had said there was an energy around the two of them that everyone could see. Some sort of electric charge, a current going from him to her and she predicted an explosion.

Lisbeth had brushed her off saying that they were just good friends. Lori had replied that sure, they were good friends, but good friends that wanted to tear each-others clothes off.

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"Well." she crossed her arms in front of her. "You finally got me in your bedroom."

Daryl came out of the bathroom zipping up his fly and looked at her funny. "What?"

"You heard me Dixon." She said pulling off her boots. "Here I am and I'm stripping."

She laughed that merry laugh that went right through his soul. He talked a big talk and pretended he didn't know, but he knew. There was something between them, something real.

"You got a screw loose or something?"

"I need a shower, so badly." She said shucking off her jeans and heading for the bathroom.

"You got more than a screw loose?" He said as she walked by him.

"Oh come on, you've seen me in my underwear before."

"We was swimming."

Lisbeth stopped in the door way and turned back to him. "I won't use all the water, unless you wanna share?" She winked at him.

"Knock it off woman." He growled at her and started rethinking his choice to share with her. They had tents next to each other and he just felt better being near her, in case she needed him. But maybe this was too near. "Go take your damn shower and don't use all the hot water, I'm going next."

"Ok." She threw her shirt and bra out the door at him, they landed on the floor at his feet. "But it's more fun to share."

"Go." He waved towards the door and turned his back. She was going to be the death of him.

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"You and Lori sure dusted those two bottles of wine, huh?" He sat her down on the couch after he practically carried her back to their room. They had some kind of party that night and everyone was feeling no pain. It was well past midnight when they staggered back to their rooms.

She immediately got up and turned on the CD player low, "My Hero" by The Foo Fighters came on. It was so good to hear music. She had always been a person who had earbuds in her ears constantly, but that wasn't the way it was now.

You had to be able to hear who or what was sneaking up on you.

"She's a riot, and it was fun." She twirled around in a circle and Daryl just shook his head at her, but he was smiling.

"God, I hate The Foo Fighters."

"Daryl." She turned and sat back down next to him. "You know David Grohl…"

"Yeah, I know…"

"He was in your precious Nirvana." She giggled moving back on the couch, Daryl was all about Nirvana and Bush. "I'll look for Glycerine…" She stood up but got immediately dizzy, so she sat back down. "Maybe later."

Daryl huffed and took off his boots, Lisbeth whistled and he looked at her with an odd look on his face. He ignored the way she was looking at him now, because it was hot. She was hot, everything about her made his blood boil in his veins and he wanted her.

"It's just so nice to relax." She said. "Not be running all the time."

"Nice to get loaded." He said, grinning at her.

"And eat real food."

"I don't trust him, Jenner, he's a sketch ball." Daryl said kicking his boots off and sitting opposite her.

"More wine." She said holding up the bottle.

"Think you had enough girl." He said watching her take a swig out of the bottle. That was the paradox of her that drew him to her. She was a doctor, the smartest woman he had ever known and a down to earth southern girl all in one package. She checked all the boxes on his wish list, if he ever had one.

"I'm glad to be with you, with the group." The alcohol was sure making her talkative, and he was sweating it already. He was in a bedroom with a beautiful woman and that hadn't happened in any time in his life. Not someone like her.

He nodded. "I know, I'm just glad we found you."

"Thank you." She said putting the bottle down and moving closer to him. She wanted him to kiss her, he knew it. She had been throwing comments out all day, but he had things on his mind. "I never thanked you properly."

"S'alright, I know."

"You do don't you?" She said, meeting his eyes and he saw fire there.

"Did you understand all that mumbo jumbo that douche was talking?"

"Yes." She nodded, pulling the hair tie out of her hair and letting it cascade over her shoulders. She wouldn't make it easy for him to resist, if he even wanted to. "But Daryl, can it just be us tonight, you and me?" She said softly. "Just for one night?"

Daryl was a man, with a man's sensibility, but he was weak for her, and had been from the start. Now she was looking at him with her big eyes, eyes that he could dive into and never want to come out. She got closer and before he knew it he was kissing her.

Her lips were sweet and she tasted like wine and everything good in the world. She was to him, a representation that there were good people in this world still. Kissing her was like swimming underwater and feeling out of breath. His heart liked to beat out of his chest and he wanted more, so much more.

Before he knew it she was closer and almost in his lap, and his hands were sliding up her sides, but he knew they needed to talk.

"You've been drinking; we shouldn't do this."

"So have you." She said going in for another kiss. "I know you want to. I'm not wrong about that."

"No, you aint wrong, just been a long time."

"For me too." She said turning to sit facing him. "But I want to, we can go slow, see what happens, we're safe here."

"Whatever that means anymore."

"Tonight we're safe." She kissed him softly, winding her hands with his gently. "And I really want this, for as long as we can have it."

Daryl had always prided himself in his self-control but he was done. Done worrying and done dicking around. This time he kissed her the way he wanted to and she was taken by surprise at how demanding it was.

He kissed her like she was his property, pushing his tongue into her mouth and devouring her whole. She kissed him back and finally she climbed all the way on his lap. His hands ended up on her hips and his fingers found their way under the back of her shirt and to her skin.

Lisbeth pulled her flowing shirt over her head and left her tank top on, then she was kissing him again and moving his hands with hers. Her small hands felt cool on top of his as they led them over her sides and to her breasts.

"Touch me." She whispered.

Daryl's hands were gentle and he touched her like she was a precious thing and she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest already. His kisses were hotter and hotter and her hands were traveling under his shirt, tentatively and gentle and he didn't flinch. Over the weeks with her he had gotten used to her touching him.

It was as if she knew, without having to be told and maybe that was true. He hadn't told her but somehow she knew. She never forced it on him and they had started out holding hands once in a while, occasional hugs, gradually building up to where they were now.

"This ok." He breathed out, now not wanting to stop, but willing to if she wanted.

"Yes." She whispered. "I want more."

She pressed herself against him just to make sure he got the point.

"Lisbeth, I don't have any…" He pressed his forehead to hers. "I didn't think."

"Oh." She didn't understand, and then she did and she smiled. "Oh, I have the Norplant, in my arm. It's good for five years."

"Oh good." He kissed her again.

"You're clean right?"

"Uh, yeah, that's Merle's wheelhouse, not mine." He said kissing her again and pulling his shirt over his head.

She looked at his chest, there was a scar there and she touched it, then pressed her lips to it. "Someone hurt you."

He nodded.

"No one will ever hurt you again." She said, moving her lips over the scar. "I promise."

"It was a long time ago, but tonight it's just me and you." He pulled her closer and maneuvered her on the couch onto her back. Daryl stared down at her, her hair was all around her and her eyes were bright like stars in the sky.

His lips were on her neck in an instant, hot and wet and he felt her respond immediately, she moaned softly and dug her hands into his hair. This wasn't what he was used to, the usual having sex with whoever he picked up for the night to just get off.

This was life changing, and he wanted nothing more than to make her happy. He touched her stomach and slid his hand under her shirt slowly in case she wanted him to stop. Lisbeth let out a sound that sounded like a cat purring and he knew he was on the right track.

Daryl brought his hand over her breast and she moaned softly, he found that he liked that sound and wanted to hear more. He opened the front clasp of her bra and exposed her breasts, they were small and round and of all things he thought of something Merle used to say.

'Anything more than a handful is a waste' but she was perfect. He shook Merle from his mind before it killed the mood and brought his hand over her soft skin. He wanted to kiss her there and he brought his lips to the side of her breast like a starving man begging for a meal. Slowly he brought his mouth to her nipple and licked, while running his fingers over the other one.

He felt her suck in her breath sharply. "Oh fuck yes Daryl." He smiled with his lips still there and licked again and again as her hand would around his hair.

For all the experience he did have, he never had a woman this on fire for him and it was empowering. It might have been the greatest feeling in the world. So he wasn't stopping this for anything, he swirled his tongue around and around and repeated the same with his fingers on the other side.

Lisbeth was running her hands over his back and he knew she felt the scars, but she didn't say anything. She was lost in the sensation he was creating and her eyes closed softly as her body gave itself over to him.

Daryl kissed between her breasts and down towards her stomach. "You alright?" He asked reaching for her pants and opening the buttons.

"I'm fine, keep going." She whispered. "Don't stop."

Daryl sat up and finished undoing her pants and pulled them down her thighs and off. She had on a pair of lacy red panties and he almost died right there.

"Where'd you get those?"

He brought his hand over to touch the material as she pulled her shirt and bra over her head.

"Not telling, a lady has her secrets."

"Fine." He brought his hands over her thigh then touched her through the material. "Have your little secrets."

Daryl brought his fingers under the elastic of her panties and inside. He groaned out loud when her felt how wet she was. "Fuck that's nice."

He reached for the waistband and carefully took them off her and sticking them in his back pocket, like a dirty motherfucker.

"Hey."

"I'll give em back don't worry." He said moving her legs apart with a wicked grin. By this time his dick was straining in his pants but he wasn't done with her yet. He wanted to try something, something different for him.

He licked his lips and stared down at her, she stared back and he could feel her eyes boring into him. He watched her breathing, it was heavy and ragged, not unlike his own and he leaned down and kissed her knee, placing it against the back of the couch. Her other knee was resting on the couch seat proper as he licked his way up her thigh.

Daryl wasted no time getting up close and personal between her legs, because really, once he had decided, he couldn't wait. Alone in his tent he had dared to imagine this and he licked her with the flat of his tongue like he wanted to since probably that first night they talked by the fire.

"Oh my God." She breathed out.

Lisbeth's hips shot off the couch and she moved her legs apart further. He whispered 'Good girl' against her skin and felt her legs tremble. He hummed against her skin and held her in place with a hand over her stomach as he brought his tongue softly over her clit.

He stayed there, using his tongue and lips and her hands shot out and gripped the material of the couch. Lisbeth thrashed and pushed herself closer to his face, and he delighted in doing this to her. It was his first time and wouldn't be the last, because now he knew what all the fuss was and why women wanted this so much.

Fuck, he wanted it, he had never been so turned on in his life and his dick was like a stone from the taste of her and the way she responded. He knew there was a bed about eight feet away but he couldn't wait.

She was moaning softly and he knew she was trying to be quiet so that no one would hear them, he upped the ante by sliding one finger and then two inside her. Lisbeth could feel the pressure building and it came down on her like a whoosh from a breeze on a fall day.

She totally fell apart then and even though she was quiet it was an epic event. It was like she was possessed by a demon and her entire body reacted, trembling and writhing for what seemed like forever to him. He felt every bit of it, then he looked up at her and watched as she came down from the wave.

Daryl stood up and he felt her eyes on him, she sat up on her elbows as he unbuckled his pants and the sound of his belt sent a chill through her whole body.

"Get those pants off now." She said and her voice was hot like fire. He shucked off his jeans and watched her eyes get wide. "I think that's gonna hurt."

"I think it's gonna hurt in all the best ways." He replied in that hot gravelly voice that went right through her.

Then he was on top of her and the weight of him felt delicious.

"You sure." He asked and she nodded immediately.

"Yes. I want it." She pulled him closer and inside her.

"Oh fuck me." He breathed out in a gasp. She felt so good around him, warm and wet and so fucking tight. "Fuck, oh God."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down for the hottest, dirtiest kiss he had ever had. She licked his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth and dominated the entire kiss while he dominated her body with his.

Daryl slid his fingers down between her legs and circled her clit again, the way he had done before. He watched himself going in and out of her and watched his hand moving between their bodies. Then his eyes traveled over her body and back to her face. Never a fan of eye contact during sex, now he couldn't not look at her, he needed it.

"Daryl, I can't…" She breathed out.

"Yes you can…" He whispered in her ear, along with some extremely dirty words that set her entire being on fire. "Come on sweetheart, give it to me."

The fuse was lit and it burned through her entire body until she was clinging to him, with sweat pouring over her face and tears running down her cheeks. He made her do what she was sure was impossible, and it was better than she could ever imagine.

Daryl felt her body contracting around him and it was too much to bear, he let the feeling overtake him completely and came in a roar of curses and trembling that left him exhausted on top of her.

Lisbeth reached over and stroked his hair as they laid together on the couch, both lost in their own thoughts for a while.

"Ain't never been with a doctor before…"

"I'm just a girl Daryl." She said softly.

"How old are you anyway."

"32, you?"

"38."

"For an old man, you got some game." She smiled, showing her dimples, which he loved and he was entranced. He hugged her close and they lay together in silence a few more minutes. He had more to say and she knew it, but she also knew not to push him. He was a man of few words, but when he had something on his mind he would get the point across eventually. Lisbeth was a patient woman and he knew that.

"Ain't never done that before." Daryl said pulling her closer to him on the couch so that they were pressed right up against each other.

"What? Sex?" She asked. If he was a beginner, she was certainly deprived in the past with other men. There was no way he was a virgin, no way in hell.

"No, I've done that, I've had sex. But this wasn't that. This was an experience…almost spiritual."

She looked up at him, her eyes clear and sparkling. "I agree."

"Ain't never went down on anyone before." He mumbled.

" Sweet baby Jesus, Daryl, you could a fooled me. I'm about to propose to you." She laughed.

"It was too intimate, special, I guess to do with just anyone."

Lisbeth sat up a little. "But you wanted to right?"

"Oh yeah I did, for the first time ever."

"Good." She said kissing him again. "I feel honored."

"This is dangerous; we could get each other killed."

"No, we can protect each other, you've taught me so much, keep teaching me. Imagine what a team we could be?"

"Then you'll be mine then?" Daryl asked. "Only mine."

"Yes." She whispered in the darkness.