Chapter 7
"Here, ya look like you could use it."
"Thanks."
Throwing the shot back and chasing it with a swig from the third beer I had ordered. I've been sitting at this bar almost an hour wallowing in misery. The only other person in my department had put in his two weeks' notice earlier this afternoon and our manager let it be known that they had no intention of replacing him. I was now expected to do the work of three people on my own all for a measly $13.50 an hour. I better be getting a fucking raise for taking on all this added pressure, they damn sure better let me work as much overtime as I want too.
"You liking the job so far?"
I saw Daryl nod his head from the corner of my eye as the bartender laid out the appetizer sampler I had ordered. For it being Friday night and pay day I should be a little happy but with a bomb being dropped in my lap I was far from it. I was miserable and needed greasy fried food and beer to make me feel better. Getting laid would be better than food but my fuck buddy decided to take a trip down to Cancun to shack up with a bunch of barely legal college girls during Spring Break.
"You weren't kidding when you said there's been a lot of business coming in lately. Seems like I get done with one car and I got three bikes waiting. Dunno how your dad's been managing all this on his own last 30 some-odd years. Kinda missed seeing ya there today."
"Is that why you're here? My dad asking ya to keep tabs on me?"
"Nah, Merle's supposed to be meeting me here in a little bit if he hasn't done anything stupid to get himself locked up again. Saw ya over here and thought you could use some company."
I was picking through my food trying to decide what I wanted to eat first. I had gotten mozzarella sticks, onion rings, and chicken strips; my appetite slowly dissipating the longer the food sat in front of me.
"What I really need is a stiff dick."
"Wanna run that by me again?"
"You heard me."
"If that's what ya still need when you're ready to leave come find me."
I carefully watched as Daryl left flagging down the bartender who was taking an order at the end of the bar. Their lips were moving and a thumb from one of them was pointing in my general direction. I went back to ignoring everyone around me, ordering beers and shots as the mood struck me. Not long after Daryl left me alone at the bar, the door opened behind me. It grew quiet as Merle's boisterous self came bursting through, a few friends in tow as he started telling one dirty joke after another.
"Dixon! Now you know better than to be here, Jerry's got that restraining order against ya and with the both of ya being here you're in violation of the 500 foot court order. Now you can leave on your own or we can call the cops. Your choice."
"Oh c'mon Tom! You can't be serious with that shit? We all know Jerry's wife is a whore, not my fault she'll spread 'em for anyone willing to put his dick in there. 'Sides ole Jerry just walked out and I'm meeting my baby brother here. Now, line 'em I got some catching up to do."
"Tom, just let him stay. I'm working on a migraine right now and Merle shouting across the room ain't helping none."
Reluctantly Tom allowed Merle to stay under the condition that he doesn't start any fights and Daryl keep a close eye on his brother. With it being my voice that seconded Merle staying I was cut off for the rest of the night and told that I was now the official designated driver for both Dixons when it was time for last call and they were ready to leave.
So from the time Merle got here at around 9:00 until closing Merle, his brother, and his buddies drank virtually non-stop. If it wasn't beers they were throwing back it was shots of whatever they were in the mood for. On occasion they would offer me a drink but each time Tom would remind them that I was their driver for the evening so I wasn't allowed anymore then what I already had.
From my seat at the bar I had a pretty good lay of the land. The Dixons and their small group parked themselves by the pool tables, hustling games left and right to those who dared to try their luck. Jerry never came back inside, probably dealing with that wife of his spreading her legs again for another willing customer. Tom's voice came booming out of nowhere, the peacefulness that I was enjoying for the past four hours was broken by the crack of a pool stick. I should've known that Merle couldn't keep himself out of trouble for more than a few hours.
"C'mon we gotta go."
I wasn't fully aware of what exactly was going on. I had only just turned around in my seat to watch the fight that Merle started when Daryl came darting through the nearly empty room, pulling me from my seat and taking me outside. The only portion of the fight that I caught was from over my shoulder; Merle had some guy in a headlock screaming at him to "take it back." Must've been an insult against one of them or he was being accused of rigging the game. At least that was the only thing I could think of.
"You shouldn't be driving."
"Fucking test me, I dare ya."
"Just go home Daryl. It's late and we both know the longer we stick around the more likely it is we'll both be going down with Merle."
Walking across the parking lot to my car I climbed inside and watched, waiting for Daryl to get in his truck and go. We both knew I was right. There was no doubt that Tom had called the cops and Merle was beating the holy hell out of that poor bastard inside. After a minute or two of waiting Daryl passed by in his truck making a left out of the parking lot. I started mine up not long after, making a right and going home. I watched from the rear view mirror as the red and blue lights appeared behind me, the taillights on Daryl's truck coming on as he pulled over to the far right side of the road to let the cops pass. I kept going until I finally made it home, wishing I had taken Daryl up on his offer from earlier in the evening but the moment and my mood have passed. I was too tired to think about the lack of sex that I've gotten. I mean it's only been six months, what's another day without?
Parking the car for the night I trudged my sore, aching feet up the stairs; my feet feeling like lead weights had been tied onto them. From the stairs I could hear the cats jumping around, running head first into the walls and landing with heavy thuds as they leapt from the furniture. The neighbors pounding on the walls in a useless effort to quiet the noise.
Placing my key in the lock and turning the deadbolt the noises inside instantly quieted; I walked in to find the cat tree next to the door on the floor, the sliding doors of the coat closet wide open, three puke piles and a trail of shredded paper. All of this just in the hallway. I sighed knowing that this was going to be a long night and that I would be up for at least another half hour if not longer getting the place looking clean again.
About ten minutes into cleaning my apartment a knock sounded on the door. Pulling the phone from my pocket the digital numbers that flashed across the screen read 2:17 a.m. Walking to the door I peered down through the peephole to find Daryl standing on the other side. His head was hanging down and he was chewing on his fingers again. Seriously, do those things taste like chicken? Why is he always chewing on 'em?
"What Daryl?"
"Can I come in?"
He didn't look at me or in my direction when he answered. Shame was evident in his voice, he almost took on the appearance of a child who was embarrassed. Sighing I let him in without a second thought. Nights like this were becoming a little more frequent since he started working at the shop and that was two months ago. There was no doubt in my mind that Merle got arrested again tonight and there was also no doubt that Merle was blowing the phone up trying to talk Daryl into bailing him out.
"Shoes off. Merle get arrested again?"
Daryl toed out of his shoes following me into the kitchen as I got into the fridge to pull out a container of leftover barbequed brats, chicken, and pasta salad. My dad had made it a few months ago just before winter set in and I had it sitting in the freezer until I pulled it out to thaw yesterday.
"Worse."
"What do you mean 'worse?' What could be worse than Merle getting arrested for another bar fight?"
"Promise you won't laugh?"
What reason would I have to laugh at his unfortunate situation? Dumping the meat out onto a plate and throwing it in the microwave for the next few minutes I turned around to face Daryl, promising not to laugh.
"Got home and there was an eviction notice on the door, locks were changed and the door was padlocked. I had a payment plan set-up with the landlord to work on getting the back-rent we owed paid off; missed one fucking payment and the son of a bitch fucking locks us out. Just when something goes right for a fucking change something always fucking happens to knock us on our fucking asses again. Fucking Merle can't get his fucking shit together."
"Keep your voice down, alright? I know you're pissed but I got neighbors and it's going on 3 in the morning. Eat this. You can stay here tonight and we'll get something figured out after the sun comes up."
Setting the plate on the table in front of him and handing over the knife and fork I took a seat across from him with a beer that I had grabbed out of the fridge. I don't know why Daryl would think that I would find any of this funny. It's horrible that he's lost the roof over his head that's he worked hard for.
"You mean it? I can stay the night? You're not gonna kick me out and tell me to sleep in the truck?"
"I may be a bitch but I'm not heartless. Since we've hired you at the shop you've been coming here a couple times a week to eat and I've never questioned it. Honestly I saw coming; staying the night I mean. Just didn't think it would be this soon. But you're sleeping on the couch. The only bed in this apartment is mine and I don't like to share unless I'm getting something out of it."
"You mean we'd have to fuck in order for me to sleep in the bed, huh? Just remember you were the one saying you needed a stiff dick in the bar. Fair exchange if ya ask me; a stiff dick for a warm bed."
"I think I'll be needing a few more of these to even take that under advisement." I told him, waving the beer bottle I was holding.
"Well then let's get ya started."
Pushing the chair across the floor, Daryl got up from his seat and took a few steps to the fridge, pulling out and setting on the counter almost the entirety of my liquor stock. Two six packs of beer, a bottle of tequila, a bottle of whiskey, and a jar of moonshine.
"White lighting and Jack Daniels, never pictured you as a whiskey girl."
"I get that a lot but it tastes better than those fruity cocktails."
I don't know where the time had gone but the next thing I knew it was almost five in the morning, Daryl and I were still up drinking our livers to death trying to keep the noise down. I was finally ready to call it a night (or is it morning?) and started putting what was left of my alcohol away when I was roughly grabbed by the wrist and flung against the refrigerator door. Daryl was on me in a flash, the smell of alcohol surrounding him was as strong as the smell of the cigarette smoke that rose off of him, enhancing it even.
"Ya think about what I said?"
"Stiff dick for a warm bed? Can you even get it up?"
Grasping my hips firmly he rolled his hips against mine letting me feel what he had to offer. Admittedly he didn't feel all that much bigger than my fuck buddy but then again his clothes were in the way.
"Very good. What else did you learn from watching Merle's porn stash?" I teased.
There were so many rumors around this town. Some thought their old man had severely mutilated Daryl when he was kid, possibly cut his balls off. Some thought that perhaps he was a virgin and didn't know how to use his dick, that all he did was sit alone in a dark room masturbating to Merle's pornos. Still others thought that Merle had paid off some whores to say they slept with Daryl. Dixons were known for getting more than their fair share of women in the sack but Daryl never boasted about any of his conquests. Makes me wonder how true the rumors really are.
"Depends, how do ya want it?"
Wow. Never been asked that question before. It's always been rough, a lot of skin slapping, a lot of heavy panting and primal, guttural screams and grunts.
"Surprise me. Just no ass play."
He backed away a little, regarding me as his eyes passed over me a few times, bringing his hand up to his lips to chew on his fingers once more.
"C'mon, got an idea."
"Daryl-"
"Don't talk."
I stood in the middle of my bedroom as Daryl shut the door, the cats were on the couch sleeping off their early morning antics. With all of the alcohol in my system I was ready to say screw it and go catch an hour or two of sleep before the asshole downstairs from me started blasting the volume on his t.v.
"Dar-"
Before I could finish saying his name he came back, weaving his fingers in my hair pulling strands loose from the ponytail I was still wearing. Tilting my face up to meet his, the kiss he started began burning a hole through me, setting my nerves on fire until the only thing I felt was how soft his lips were against mine despite his rough exterior.
I didn't even realize that Daryl had backed us to the bed let alone pushed us onto the mattress until my head thumped against the headboard. Daryl let out a small chuckle as he sat up on his knees, his hands going for the button of my jeans, his fingers quickly working the zipper down. The jeans quickly disappeared from my legs while I worked to get my shirt up over my head. Both garments fell to the floor as I lay in bed in nothing but a matching bra and panty set.
"What? Not backing out on me, are you?"
"Just thinkin'"
"Daryl, I'm only gonna say this one time so listen up: I want sex. Either fuck me senseless right now or get your ass on the couch."
"Yes ma'am."
Propping myself up on my elbows I waited for Daryl to make up his mind. After a few seconds with nothing happening I took matters into my own hands.
Sitting up, I reached behind to unclasp the bra tossing the garment in his face to try and garner some kind of attention from him. I couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped as he quickly pulled my bra away to throw it somewhere on the floor. His cheeks were starting to turn burn a bright crimson color as he tried to avoid looking at my chest. Leaning forward I took ahold of his wrists, falling back onto the mattress with Daryl following.
"Touch me."
Hesitation was evident but Daryl still fought with himself to keep from looking past my neckline. Resting his hands on either side of my ribs I couldn't help but to start rubbing my own up the length of his arms, trying to encourage him. After a few moments of tense silence Daryl started moving his hands off my sides, bringing them closer together to the center of my body. I couldn't help but watch his expression change from uncertain to almost fascinated while goosebumps sprang up as a result of the rough calluses on his hands passing over the soft flesh of my breasts. My back arched off the bed as his palms came to a momentary pause over my nipples. I could feel the back and forth struggle that Daryl was putting himself through so in an act of desperation on my part I slid my hands down his arms until they came to rest on the tops of his.
Instinctively Daryl retracted his hands from me, sitting back on his heels. The shame he had when he came over was making its appearance once more. Sighing, it became evident that he really had no clue of what he was doing. I was beginning to think that the rumors of him being a virgin may be true.
"Don't say anything, I'll be right back."
Climbing out of the bed I went to the dresser and got a few old reliables. If he was too shy to touch me then we'll go a different route.
"What'cha got there?"
"Well, if you're not gonna do the job yourself might as well do it myself. Now you have two choices: either watch or help. What's it gonna be?"
When I received no answer I made my way back to the bed, crawling into the center of the mattress leaving the pair of vibrators in plain sight as I slid the panties off my hips. Tossing them over Daryl's head to land somewhere forgotten on the floor I made myself comfortable on the pillows, my legs bent at the knee and open allowing Daryl a front row seat of everything I was about to do.
"Feel free to lend a hand or two."
Switching on the pocket rocket the sound of the vibrations it emitted filled the room. Biting the inside of my lip I watched for Daryl's reaction as I started to trace along my outer lips until it came to rest on my clit. A groan echoed from across the room forcing me to re-focus my attention from the immense pleasure I was giving myself back to Daryl. He was steadily palming himself through his jeans and watching him watching me get myself off was making me wetter by the minute.
I knew all the best ways to get myself off but tonight I wanted to be a little extra greedy, I wanted more.
"Daryl, do you still wanna sleep in this bed tonight?"
Rather than answering he nodded his head shyly trying to keep from looking at what I was doing too much.
"Then you're gonna do what I say, understand? No, you're not gonna get away with shaking and nodding your head anymore tonight. I want a solid yes or no. You wanna sleep in this bed tonight or not?"
"Yes."
"Are you gonna do what I say without putting up a fuss?"
"Yes."
"Good. Take your pants off and get over here."
Daryl stood on his knees, unbuckled the belt and slid it through the loop holes. Dropping it to the floor with a muffled thud he then worked the button and zipper down. His hands were on his hips carefully sliding them past until I caught sight that he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Love a man that goes commando every once in a while."
I couldn't stop myself from laughing as he muttered "laundry day" under his breath. Once his pants were completely off his body he crawled his way up to the head of the bed, waiting for further instruction. Thankfully he chose to lay on my left side, it was going to make things so much easier.
"Pick up that vibrator next to your hand, twist the bottom of it until it won't go anymore."
After a quick moment of trying to figure out how to turn on the device the room filled with the sounds of the second vibrator.
"Put it in. Slow."
I could see the uncertainty and confusion in his face but Daryl did as he was told. Getting to his knees once more Daryl slid his right arm under my left leg positioning the head of the vibrator at my entrance, sliding it through my folds as slowly as possible.
"How f-"
"All the way."
My hips rose from bed the further Daryl pushed the vibrator in and thankfully he didn't stop until it was fully seated inside of me. Steadily my right hand brought the end of the pocket rocket down until they were touching one another. My mouth fell open at the sensation of two different vibrators at two different speeds working me over. What can I say? I'm greedy tonight, though the amount of alcohol Daryl pumped into me may have a role to play in that.
After a moment the mattress under me started shifting a bit and soon I discovered the reason why. Daryl had readjusted himself so that he was now laying on his side, his neck straining a bit as he tried to avoid resting it on my leg.
"You can put your head down, ya know. You're not gonna hurt me and who knows even if you did I may like it."
Tentatively, Daryl brought his head down until his cheek rested against my leg just above my knee. I was never one for beard burn or scruff but the way Daryl was unknowingly rubbing his face against me I may just be changing my tune.
"What now?"
Blindly searching for Daryl's other hand I found it comfortably tucked under his chest. Pulling it away from him I laid it across the center of my lower stomach, pressing down to force my hips back to the mattress.
"No matter what, do not move that hand. Start moving it in and out, go slow. I'm sure it's not in a Dixon's nature but you can put that mouth of yours to use as well. Ya know, kiss, bite, nip. Use your imagination, get a little creative."
Daryl did as instructed. After a few strokes (and I was sure he was distracted enough) I reached out with my left hand to gently run my fingertips along his shaft. I expected the hesitation but was not expecting him to keep going. His right hand still working the vibrator and his left still forcing my hips to remain planted on the bed.
"Wh-wh-what are ya doin'?"
"What's it feel like I'm doin'? I believe in fair exchange, Daryl. You get me off, I get you off. You do what I say, you get to sleep in the bed. Just keep doing what you're doing and you'll be fine. Just need you to tell me what you like."
"Um…"
"That's not an answer. If I tell you it's okay to show instead of tell, are you gonna stop me?"
In the dim light I could see how conflicted Daryl was really becoming. A part of him seemed to really want this to go until we both finished, the other part wanted to put a complete stop to this. A tense silence started to arise between us before Daryl mumbled a response. Guess this is something else to work on at another time.
"No, won't stop ya. Just that…nevermind."
"Show me."
"Keep them hips on the bed."
"Or else what? Needs to be a punishment if I do, empty words mean nothing."
"Go out with me."
"Doesn't sound like much of a punishment to me."
"You don't know me. Keep them hips down."
Carefully Daryl took his hand off my stomach bringing it to wrap around my left hand. I didn't realize how much larger Daryl's hands were in comparison to mine until I felt the tips of his thumb and middle finger touch slightly as they constricted around my wrist. He squeezed my hand almost painfully tight until he found the grip comfortable enough to move our hands in tandem along his length. After the fourth stroke he wound our hands over the head, a hiss escaping as the leaking fluid covered our palms.
Once he was comfortable with the rhythm he set Daryl let go my hand and replaced his back on my stomach. This time though he got a little bolder, this time he took two fingers and spread my lips wider giving the pocket rocket I was using a little added surface area to work in. He introduced a third finger and lifted back the hood, exposing my clit to further assault. Daryl had increased the speed of the vibrator's thrust to the point that I was nearly done, just needed something extra to send me over the edge.
"Daryl-"
"I got ya."
Yanking the vibrator from my hand and tossing it to the end of the bed the numbing sensation the vibrator had started to cause began to wane as it was replaced with a warm finger. The movement started as a slow, purposeful stroke and quickly turned to rapid, tight circles. Biting the inside of my lip, my brow furrowed in concentration as I was steadily brought to the edge but still unable to reach it. I knew Daryl could feel how close I was as well, every now and then he'd try to encourage me when my hand would falter and I'd have to stop.
With my right hand now free of any device I reached between my legs and grabbed hold of Daryl's wrist, forcing him to take the second vibrator out. Pressing the toy against my clit as Daryl continued to work me over I finally found my release, crying out in ecstasy.
Soon after I heard Daryl swearing up a storm telling me I needed to stop, but I couldn't. Fair is fair; he got me off so now it was my turn to finish getting him off. I was too numb to move from my spot but that didn't mean I couldn't move my other arm. Turning to my side I brought my right hand up to cup his balls, cradling them, rolling them, massaging them; if I wasn't so tired I'd even venture to willing put my mouth on them.
It didn't take long for Daryl to find his release. Just as he was ready to come he pulled my hands away, letting himself spill over my breasts and stomach. He all but collapsed on the bed as he fought to catch his breath.
I took whatever time I had left before sleep set in to get up and grab the towels off the bed, wiping myself off and tossing them in laundry basket to be done tomorrow.
"I planned on getting myself off tonight anyway, always best to be prepared." I offered as Daryl lifted his head up apparently confused.
Throwing back the blankets I climbed into bed and got myself comfortable for the next few hours. Shuffling my pillow around a bit until I found my neck groove I was nearly asleep when Daryl's voice abruptly broke the quiet.
"Don't make plans for tomorrow night, we're going out for some real bar-b-que."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, turning my head so I could see Daryl a little better.
"Told ya keep your hips on the bed, they came off when you…ya know."
"Oh. Remind me later after I've gotten a few hours of sleep."
With one eye cracked open I watched Daryl fight to get under the blankets until he finally gave up, got up, threw the covers back and climbed back in. He carefully peeled his shirt off, laying it gingerly on the nightstand. Seems a little strange that he didn't do that with his pants.
"Why did you freeze like that when you had me in my underwear? Don't lie and tell me you were 'just thinking' either."
"You'd laugh if I told you."
"I didn't laugh when you came over saying you got evicted, so what makes you think I'm going to laugh in this situation? Why are you so hell-bent on thinking that every time I ask you something you think I'm going to laugh at the answer you give me?"
"You're the first person to treat me somewhat decent and I thought if we slept together that you'd just…I dunno…"
"Tell everyone in town how much of a pussy you were? Give Merle more to talk about? Daryl, look at me," I waited until he turned his full attention to me, "If we had slept together I wouldn't treat you any differently than I was before. No offense but you act like you've never seen a naked or nearly naked woman before in your life; like you're a fucking plague."
"You get treated like you're the plague your whole life kinda hard to change that mindset."
"Don't raise your voice, there's no need to get angry. I'm going to sleep, I'll go out to dinner with you tomorrow night, but think about this: there are still good people in this world that care about others. You are a good person Daryl Dixon, you just need to keep telling yourself that every day. Even if you don't believe it those around you will see it. I do. Good night, Daryl."
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I apologize for the severe delay in posting this, however I had surgery a little over a week ago and was on some pretty heavy pain killers. Last chapter I promised some smutty goodness so I hope this delivers and no one has set their standards too high. If you like what you've read so far please drop a few lines in the box below as well as favorite and/or follow.