Less than an hour later, Daryl turned off the road down a long, winding driveway that went on for a mile or more. The light from the bike revealed a large log cabin, complete with wrap around porch, stone chimney and porch swing by the front door.
The outside was littered with debris and garbage. An abundance of thicket and brush had taken over a good part of the porch. The windows were all blacked out, and there were chains linked across the front door. You looked around and wondered why he would bring you here.
"What is this place?" you asked. Daryl didn't answer, he just parked the bike near the side of the house and took your hand again.
You followed him up the rear steps of the porch and waited for him to expertly pick the lock. Once inside you were awed by what you saw. Despite the rough outside, the cabin was nearly perfect inside. The sparse furniture was clean and intact throughout each room, and the best part was, there were no walkers or corpses to deal with.
Daryl closed and relocked the door behind you. You were looking out the plate glass window at the back of the room when he wandered back to you. He gently stripped the backpack from your shoulder and helped you take off the poncho.
"Daryl, what are we doing here?" you wanted to trust him, but his lack of communication was beginning to become unnerving.
"That cabin we were at before, that was Maggie and Glenn's place," he said, a sly grin forming on his face at your expression of surprise.
"You knew about that?"
"Yeah, who you think found it for 'em?" he laughed. His hand came up to the side of your face and brushed away a stray hair. "You were right what you said, about not being able to do something like that back home."
Your face flushed red at the mention of your tryst in the cabin, but it grew hotter when Daryl's hand went to his favorite spot on your neck. His thumb rubbed the front of your throat lightly, while his grip kept you close, but with still enough distance to be slightly exasperating.
"I was thinkin' today how it'd be nice to have a place of our own. Maybe one that Glenn and Maggie ain't been shackin' up in."
"Daryl…" you wanted to tell him no, that you couldn't do this with him. But as he drew you into him that last bit of resolve shattered, and you were ready to completely belong to him.
"What? You gonna feed me some bullshit line again 'bout how it was a onetime thing?" his voice was low and intoxicating.
"No, I mean… yes. Yes, that's what wanted to say," he leaned his face into yours, close enough to kiss him, but he didn't try to yet.
"So, you had some fun and now you're done with me?" There was something in his tone that made a shiver of excitement run up your spine. "Huh?" he asked with brows raised as his thumb continued to lightly stroke that spot at the bottom of your neck.
"I didn't think…" your words were lost in the heavy breaths escaping your lips.
"Nah, you didn't," Daryl's left hand ran down the length of your body, resting on your hip. He slowly pulled you in the last couple of inches until no light could be seen between you.
"Wait. Please," y/e/c eyes pleading with him to hear you. He gave you a small measure of space, but didn't stray far from you. "I didn't think about what this meant… being with you. I didn't think about what may happen."
Daryl's eyes narrowed and he tried to study your face for an explanation. Swallowing hard, you stepped away from him and towards the windows at the back of the room. Finally turned to look at him, you mustered all the courage you had and tried to explain.
"See, at the beginning of everything, I lost everyone. My husband, my kids, my home. It took a long time to be ok again after that. Fast forward a year and I stumble into a place where I actually know people; a place that is safe. I felt like I got my bearings, and then there you were. I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you…" you were rambling and nervous, but knew he had to understand where you were coming from.
"You threw me for a loop Daryl. In all my life I have never, ever felt anything like it. Not even with my husband. You brought something out in me that I didn't know existed. Never in my life would I have done something like I did the other day in that cabin. It's just not me…"
Daryl was walking towards you, the moonlight giving away enough to see the smirk on his face. When he was within arm's reach, you took a step into him closing the gap even further.
"I just didn't expect it to make me feel more than I wanted. I can't be much more to you than just an occasional good time. Not that this is necessarily something you wanted, but I know I don't have it in me. I needed you to know that before this goes any further," when your eyes locked with his, Daryl's softened seeming to finally understand.
"What is it that you want then?" he purred and brushed a kiss lightly against your cheek, letting his lips linger. Closing your eyes as his face brushed against yours, you knew there was no fighting the ache you felt for him.
"I don't know, just not what Glenn and Maggie have. I don't want another husband, Daryl. Didn't work out so well the first time, and that was well before the world went to shit."
Again, he took your chin lightly between his fingers. His beautiful blue eyes finding yours and drinking you in.
"This, doesn't have to be that," he said with a raised brow and half a smirk. "This can be whatever the hell we want it to be. You wanna be here with me like this, then go home and have it be life as usual? That's fine. I just need you to promise one thing…"
Daryl's face grew serious for a moment. He reached out and grabbed you pulling you into him again; this time with the same look of dominance he showed in the cabin. The very look that threw more fuel on the fire already burning out of control deep in your core.
"What?" The question came out slightly breathless as Daryl's grip on you became firmer.
"There ain't no one else that gets to touch you like this," he growled low into your ear and ran one lone finger lightly down your breast and across your nipple. "You don't have to be my girl, you don't have to be anything more than you wanna be. I ain't looking to be anybody's white knight, or husband… But, when it comes to us like this, I don't wanna share ya."
"I can promise that," you said and biting at your lower lip. Your need to have him was growing and you didn't know if giving in, even with him understanding your limits, was a good idea. "You sure you don't care that…"
"The only thing I care about right now," Daryl said, cutting you off and circling around so he was now standing behind you, "is how many rooms of this place I get to have you in tonight."
He brushed your hair off your neck and pushed it to one side. His mouth was on your neck nipping and kissing from your collarbone to your ear. His hands were reaching down in front of you, grasping at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.
You stepped forward and turned to look at him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you could tell he was getting anxious for you. Walking across the room towards the small hallway, you kicked off your cowboy boots and slowly unbuttoned your jeans. You turned to go down the hallway and slipped them off seductively as you moved towards the bedroom.
It took Daryl only a few strides to catch up to you. Before you knew it, he had scooped you up and had you in the bedroom. Throwing you down on the bed, he made quick work of getting his boots and pants to join the crumpled mess on the floor. He had your bra undone and on the floor in one quick motion. You sat up on your knees and helped unbutton his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his flesh against yours.
Once he was completely bare in front of you, you laid back on the bed and let him have you. No more words or worries about what could come of your time with him. There was nothing fast and furious like your first time with him. For the next hour, Daryl took his time, tasting every part of you.
When he couldn't hold out anymore, he flipped you over, lifting your hips to meet his. Sliding himself inside you brought a moan to his lips that delighted you. Knowing you could make him feel that good excited you even more. Daryl was leaning over you from behind. His face buried in your hair, the weight of him rocking you back and forth making you feel a euphoric sense of satisfaction.
As he got closer to reaching his peak, he pushed his body down deeper into you, hitting that spot that made you scream for him. His broad shoulders covering your back, his arms and hands wrapping around yours, fingers entwined together.
"Oh.. shit… Y/N… What the fuck you do to me…" Daryl's mouth was right at your ear, his voice barely a whisper, but it was enough to push you over the edge. You felt his cock start to throb inside you, and your body responded in kind.
Daryl bit down on your neck right blow your ear as he came inside you, causing you to squeal in a combination of pain and bliss. He sat up tall on his knees, pulling you up with him. His hands covering your breasts and pulling you into him as you allowed your bodies to unwind from the climax.
His breath still heavy in your ear, he left a trail of kisses from down your neck, and when he reached your shoulders, his tongue glided back up the same way causing your skin to break out in goosebumps all over.
"Fuck…" trying to catch your breath, you turned your head to see his face. Daryl's eyes were closed, a broad smile unable to hid on his face.
"Yeah," Daryl purred and buried his face into your hair, "a onetime thing… right."
Leaving a few more lingering, hungry kisses on your neck, Daryl reluctantly released you from his grip and laid down on the bed. You laid beside him, but was sure to leave an arm's length between you.
"Why you so far away?" he asked, his eyes heavy with satisfaction but also a touch of longing.
"I told you…" you said, sitting up on your elbow, but unable to look him in the eyes anymore, "I can't be more to you than this… and if I buried myself in there," you placed a hand on his chest, "I may never get out."
Daryl reached over, moving hair that was covering your eyes.
"Like I said, this can be whatever we want it to be. I ain't opposed to bringin' this home, but I get where you're comin' from. I want you to be happy and comfortable."
You smiled at him. No matter how badly you wanted to put the brakes on all that was stirring, you knew deep down that you might as well be riding in a runaway car.
'Ain't no brakes in this baby' you thought as he smiled up at you.
Daryl directed his motorcycle back through the entrance of the prison just as dawn was about to break. He parked in his usual spot and you climbed off once he killed the engine. The yard was still quiet, no one had emerged to start their day.
"I'll catch ya later?" you asked before turning to head back to your bunk. If you were lucky you could catch an hour or two of sleep before you had to be somewhere.
"Mhmm, you will," Daryl said with a little nod while chewing on his lower lip.
"Ok…" you turned to go, but could feel his eyes watching you walk away. You couldn't help but turn back around and look at him. He was still straddling the Triumph, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed firmly on your body. He was still biting his lip but stopped when he saw you walking back towards him.
You grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his lips. You pulled away with a smile before he had a chance to kiss you back.
"Pick me up tonight and we'll go see what other rooms we can christen at our cabin," you raised your eyes brows and winked. Daryl licked his lower lip and lightly smacked you on the ass.
"You better go woman before I take you back there right now," he growled. You came close to asking him too, but thought better about it. You needed to be able to hold off your growing feelings for as long as possible. After the night you just shared, the best way to do that would be with a little distance.
You turned to go, waving over your shoulder as you did. That image of Daryl sitting on his bike staying with you through your shower and the little bit of sleep you got that morning.
