They walked through the brush on their way back to the farm. It was silent between them; Daryl was still shocked about what she confessed to him in the woods. He couldn't even fathom what it was like to be her, to live with the guilt of what she was. To know everyday that she could have saved her brother, but didn't. They all had pain, they all lost people, but Brandy's anguish was different breed. They came to the tree line that separated the farm property from the rest of the woods, but Brandy stopped him.
"Hey," she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "So… do you want to fuck, or what?" If he was speechless before, he was dead speechless now. Daryl just stared at the young woman as she twisted a lock of her hair around her finger. She was blunt and just straight to the point. A small smile came to Brandy's lips as she looked at him. "Yes? No? Maybe or go fuck yourself? Nothin'? Listen, I already trust you with a secret that could get me killed, so why not?" Daryl still didn't speak, trying to process the information, and the idea of it. "Well, whenever you're able to form the words 'yes' or 'no,' come find me." She winked, leaving the woods and heading back to the farm. He shook off his surprise and mouthed the words "What the fuck?"
For the rest of the day and night, Brandy didn't see Daryl. She made sure of that, knowing how to play this game; she had played it many times before, and considered herself a veteran with a gold star.
But for Daryl it was different than with the others. Most men would have jumped at the chance to lay her. She wasn't like Carol, or the other women in the group for that matter, with the exception of Andrea, who was fucking Shane, or so she suspected.
Brandy was selfish; she didn't do it because she wanted attachment or love. She did it because it made her feel good. There was nothing more to it. She had crushed her high school flings' hearts when they wanted something more than what she gave them, even though she made it crystal clear in the beginning. She had never had boyfriend, and she liked it that way, at a distance. And now, the word changing made it even harder for her to 'love;' even the thought of it made her want to puke.
It was night time now, and Brandy was in one of the folding chairs at camp, smoking the last end of a cigarette. She perked up when she heard sobbing; it was Carol again.
"Hey," Brandy said, getting up and walking towards her. The woman wiping the tears from her face.
"Let me guess, Daryl?" she asked, rubbing Carol's arm.
"I- don't know- why- he…" Carol tried to say in-between sobs.
"Carol, he has two emotions: calm and pissed. He's upset, and that's the only way he can show it."
"Please, don't say thing…" Carol begged, but Brandy shook her head.
"Now, if ya' really didn't want me to say anythin' to him, you woulda made sure I didn't see you cryin'," Brandy said, walking away from Carol and out to where Daryl had set up camp away from the rest of the group.
"Daryl!" she called.
"Daryl," she said again, this time getting an answer from behind her.
"What?! I swear you fuckin' women are driving me fuckin' crazy," he yelled at her. Brandy turned around smiled at his words, effectively pissing him off even more.
"Well, thanks. I normally have that effect," she joked.
"It ain't a compliment," he hissed. "What the fuck do you want now?"
"What the hell, Daryl? Why do you keep yelling and screaming at Carol? That woman cares about you," she said, folding her arms.
"Fuck her," he hissed with poison. "She's annoying as all hell…. and you."
"Oh, what about me?" Brandy snapped back, taking a step towards him.
"You expect me to keep a secret like that?" he yelled, getting in her face. Brandy let out a huff. "You asked for it, fuck, you demanded I tell you. And I did because I fuckin' trust you."
"You're just as bad as Carol."
"No, probably worse," she uttered.
"And you, you fuckin' asked me that question today just to see the look on my face. Was it funny? Huh!?" Brandy felt her face grow hot, but here was no noticeable blush on her dark skin. She shook her head and chuckled.
"Daryl, are ya' fucking' retarded?"
"You fuckin' bitch," he mumbled to himself.
"Don't call me a bitch," Brandy hissed. He took another step towards her.
"What you gonna do about it, huh?" he whispered, their faces only inches apart. Brandy swallowed hard and looked dead at him.
"I didn't ask ya' that to make fun of ya, or to see the expression on your face. I asked you that because I want to," she shrugged. She could tell he was trying survey her expressions to see if she was telling the truth.
"Everyone in this group is wound tight and everyone is at each others' necks all da' time, and maybe what people need right now is a good fuck."Daryl backed away and narrowed his eyes at her.
"I'll take that as a 'no' It was just a question, after all, " Brandy said, going to turn and walk back to camp, but his rough voice stopped her.
"Hey." Brandy stopped and looked at him, chewing her bottom lip. He walked up to her still with the same cautious, curious look.
"Before you touch me, you have to know that I'm only in it for the sex. If you want more you betta' go talk to Carol," Brandy whispered to him. He acknowledged her words only with a grunt. Brandy looked around, making sure no one saw them. She pulled away from him and walked to the tent, unzipping it and stepping in, and he followed. The tension the between the two of them was unbearable for her, but she was unbelievably excited about. She had never been with a white boy before, or anyone more than a few years older than her. She hand reached for his belt, slowly undoing it like it was second nature. He touched her shoulder softly as she yanked his belt off with one swoop.
"You alright?" she asked, now working on the buttons of his shirt.
"Your skin's soft," he uttered, causing Brandy to let out a girlish giggle.
"Shut the fuck up, Dixon." Brandy laughed, pushing him down and straddling him. She kissed him hard. Daryl let out a grown at the feeling of her mouth against his. Brandy wiggled her hips on his crotch, moaning when she felt him harden under her. Brandy sat up a ways and slipped her hands in her back post pulling something out. She held the wrapped condom in-between two fingers.
"Always prepared." Brandy winked handing it to him.
"What, ya' carry a bunch of rubbers around with you?"
"Well, you never know. But I stole that one from Glenn, those are the good kind," Brandy said, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it into a corner of the tent. Daryl reached up to undo the front clasp of her black bra. He paused, waiting for Brandy to consent to his touch her. She surprised how polite he was about. She nodded of course, and then he undid her bra. Brandy shrugged it off, exposing her plump, full breasts. Daryl grabbed them with his worked, rough hands, running his thumbs over her hard nipples. Brandy threw her head back and let out a heated moan.
"Mmm…" She could already feel the wetness pooling between her thick thighs. Daryl gnashed his teeth and grunted. He gripped her up and flipped her over; now on top of her, he explored her body more. Brandy was surprised when he buried his face in to the curve of her neck. He smelled her skin. She had the scent of grass and burning sunlight.
Brandy was shocked at how he was. It was different than all of the other sexual encounters she had on her journey. The others had done nothing but grip her up and fuck her hard, but Daryl… he was taking his time. She thought for sure he would be the same, giving it to her hard and fast, but she was wrong. He touched her like he was skilled with women, interested in what would make her tick, rubbing his hands along every curve she had. Daryl tugged on her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them with one hand. He slipped his hand in to her panties, and Brandy let out a moan and bucked her hips.
"Oh… shit…" she whispered. Brandy was the best at what she did, but a Redneck was showing her up. She gritted her teeth and tried not to moan again, but she failed when he fondled her with his free hand and let out an almost growl.
"Fuck me…" she whispered to him. He sat up and removed his hand from inside of her panties, and yanked them all the way off. He undid his pants quickly. Brandy kept her eyes on the ceiling of the tent. She always had a thing for feeling it rather than seeing. It made things unexpected and exciting. She heard him unwrap the condom and put it on. He leaned over her and looked in her eyes. She nodded, slowly gasping when he slipped inside her. Daryl paused, trying to contain himself, but he felt compelled to thrust when he saw the pleased expression on her face. Brandy reached her hands up and clawed at his back. He went slowly at first, but, being impatient, Brandy let out a whimper and bucked into him with a devious smile on her lips.
"Harder," she uttered. He didn't oblige her at first, slowing down just to tease her. Brandy let out another whimper and bucked into him again. He chuckled at her forcefulness, and then gave her what she wanted.
"Ah!" Brandy cried out, grabbing his hair. She couldn't even understand where all of this was coming from. Normally, she was the one that did the fucking. That had been her plan for tonight, but he showed her up. She was never the one begging to be fucked, but he beat her at her own game. He felt so good. She hadn't had sex like this since her first time, two years ago, when she was sixteen. Her thoughts were interrupted by feeling of him rubbing her clit with his thumb. The pleasure shot through her in a jolt. She was panting, feeling her muscles clench and tighten around his cock.
"Ah-h- D-Daryl…" she cried. That was it. She lost the game. She ran her nails down his back as she twisted under him and came.
"Fuck- ah- holy- fucking- shit," Brandy whimpered, wanting nothing more than to scream out, but she knew she had to control herself. Daryl stopped thrusting and watched her climax, She threw her head back, her mouth open in utter bliss. She sighed, coming down from her orgasm. She looked up at him with hooded eyes.
"Finish," she ordered, not wanting to leave a job half done. Daryl gnashed his teeth, going back to thrusting his hips. He clenched his eyes shut, going faster and faster. He could feel the coiling in his lower abdomen, the pressure building and building.
"Come on, Daryl..." Brandy whispered, obviously having no problems with him finishing after her. Daryl paused, and Brandy moaned, enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching inside of her.
"Ah…fuck," he cursed in the curve of her neck. He laid there for a moment before pulling out and laying down next to her. They were silent. The only sound was them trying to catch their breath. Brandy wanted to stay and sleep there, but she couldn't- it would be too risky, and against her own 'fuck code'. She sat up and grabbed up her clothes, and slipped them back on.
"Where you goin'?" Daryl asked, pulling off the condom.
"I better get goin.' I mean, If anyone saw me leaving this tent there would be so much fuckin' drama that me and you both don't want," she said, pulling off her shorts. "I'll see ya tomorrow." She said with a smile as she left his tent. Daryl waited for a moment, expecting her to come back, but she didn't. Brandy walked back over to camp, trying to straighten her hair. She saw Carol sitting on the porch to the Green's house.
"Where'd you go?" Carol asked.
"I just talked to him for a bit. He was just being a dick." Brandy smiled, trying to put the thought of him fucking her out of her mind, but it wouldn't leave.
"Well I'm goin' to bed, Carol. Goodnight." She knew what her dreams were going to be full of tonight.
