"Hey, Sadie, it's almost noon."

"Huh?"

Sadie rolled over, face to face with Glenn, who rolled over a bit closer after whispering in her ear.

"You serious?"

"Uh huh," he smiled, rolling back over, stretching before unzipping his sleeping bag.

"I hope I didn't snore or anything," she yawned.

"Oh," he giggled nervously, "I wouldn't say snore."

"What?" she laughed.

"Well whatever you were dreamin' about, I want some of that!"

"Oh my God!" she blushed, hiding her head under her blanket,

"Glenn, I'm so sorry!"

He pawed at the blanket until he revealed Sadie's face, bright red and pouting.

"Don't worry about it," he poked her, "I won't tell Daryl."

"GLENN,"she squealed, jumping on him and straddling him, "You most certainly won't or so help me," she lowered her face, her pointer finger hovering over his eye, "I will murder you."

Glenn's eyes darted from her hand to her face.

"Okay, I swear!"

Sadie rolled off him, sliding her shoes on, and exiting the tent; she stretched only to have Glenn come up behind her, tickling her sides.

"Knock it off!" she laughed as he threw his shirt on, donning his baseball cap.

"Sleep well?" Lori eyed the two with a weird look.

"Fine," sighed Sadie.

"Pleasurable," Glenn shrugged, eliciting a punch in the shoulder.

Sadie pushed him away, heading over to Rick.

"Anyone volunteer yet for a supply run?"

"Not yet, why?"

"I want to go," she mock saluted the man before slamming her hands on her hips.

"Now Sadie, I don't think-"

"-That it's a good idea? Rick Grimes, I was surviving just fine before I ran into you merry bunch of misfits, so don't tell me because I'm a woman."

He stood silent for a moment, smiling.

"I guess I can't convince you otherwise, but I would feel better if you had someone go with you."

"I'll do it," growled that familiar voice behind her.

Sadie rolled her eyes.

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Daryl opened a pack of Parliaments that he had stolen from his Pa and sat on the stack of tires in the late evening hours, lighting a cigarette. Merle was off at some chick's house and his Pa was already fast asleep in front of the TV. He inhaled for the first time, breathing it out like he'd been doing it since birth.

A noise came from the back of the trailers. He walked closer, his eyes landing on Sadie.

"Shhhhhhhhh," she lifted a finger to her lips.

"What the hell are you doin' outside?" he whispered back.

"I'm hiding."

"From who SeeSee?"

"Who do you think?" she rolled her eyes.

"It bad tonight?"

"Yup."

"Come on," Daryl grabbed her hand, pulling his friend to the back of his family trailer. Gently leaning an old ladder against it, he motioned for Sadie to climb up first. He stomped out the almost finished cigarette and he soon followed, not without kicking the ladder out behind them.

Daryl sat next to his best friend, leaning his head on her shoulder.

"Ouch," she winced, raising her hand to rub it.

"Let me see it," Daryl reached for her hand.

"No," she turned, looking down at her toes crossed underneath her.

"I'm not asking SeeSee," he grabbed her hand, flicking the lighter, holding it near her shoulder; her skin was red, puffy, and raised.

"It was vacuum cord," she mumbled, tears welling in the corner of her eyes.

Daryl retrieved his trusted maroon handkerchief, handing it to her. Sadie wiped her eyes, handing it back to him, not before smelling it.

"Smells like what your old man smokes," she mused.

"Funny thing you say that," he smiled, pulling out the pack, "Want one?"

"Daryl, we're kids!"

"So?" He shrugged.

"I'll share one with you." she shrugged, smiling.

Daryl fumbled with the lighter, before handing it over to her.

"Don't we look cool," she elbowed him.

"Oh, definitely cool," before both breaking into silent laughter.

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"So you ain't gonna say anythin'?" spoke Daryl, as the two exited the truck and surveyed the ghost town.

"Why should I?" she shrugged.

"Because, besides the fact that you're being a right foul bitch to me, I've seen you nice before?"

"I'm not a bitch," Sadie rolled her eyes as they entered an old gas station.

"Lemme go first," he whispered, moving a hand in front of her, "Dunno if they're any walkers."

As suspected a teenage walker turned the corner, gurgling and starting to break into a run. Daryl made short work, shooting it square between its eyes. He walked forward, stepping on the walker's face, retrieving the bolt with a squelching noise.

"Tasty," Sadie joked, as she reached behind the counter, stuffing cartons of cigarettes and a couple black & mild's.

"Look what I found," Daryl beckoned to Sadie, waving her into the back room.

"Oh sweet lord," as she came face to face with Daryl Dixon, and a handle of Wild Turkey in each hand. She turned on her heels.

"We should check out a bit more before we head to back," she said over her shoulder, exiting the gas station.

"Hold up," he hollered, finally stomping up beside her.

"Can't keep up old man?" she joked.

"Hey, I'm only 3 years older than you, shut up."

"You sure?" She continued to stride, "It's been a long time since I saw the likes of you."

"True," he trailed off for a few minutes before, "how bout we plays us a little game?"

"Like what?" she turned her head, eying him with confusion.

"I dunno, some shit like twenty questions or somethin', and you have to be honest."

"I haven't done this in years," she laughed, not slowing her step.

"Alright, you first." She headed towards an already looted motel.

"Right, favorite color?" He scratched at his head.

"Blue, always liked blue; hey, let's take a break." She shrugged off her bag on an old motel bed, "You check the rest of the area?"

"Hold on," he left the room.

Sadie opened her bag, taking a swig of water before Daryl came back.

"We're all set, but just to be sure," he closed the door, dead bolting it and opening the shades for some sunlight.

"What was your first job," Sadie questioned, tossing the water to the redneck.

"Worked construction, like everyone else I knew."

"What an exciting life you led, before the world went to shit, at least."

"You fuck Glenn last night? Saw you get out of his tent this afternoon."

Sadie's eyes bulged, standing, her whole body to face him. She narrowed her eyes.

"Are you serious Dixon?"

Daryl stayed still, seated, not faltering, "Answer the question Rollins."

"No, I didn't FUCK Glenn, and besides, why does it matter to you?"

"Doesn't, just wonderin'- you're turn."

"No, I'm done with this game," she growled, turning to grab her bag, but not before he stood, grabbing her wrists and wedging her between the wall and his warm body. He leaned in closer, causing her heart rate to increase.

"No," he snarled quietly, his breath tickling her ear, "we're gonna finish this, so, when was the last time you fucked Sadie Rae Rollins?"

His mouth grazed her ear, inducing a short breath from Sadie.

"A year ago," she swallowed, closing her eyes, as one of his hands snaked away from her wrist to her stomach. "How 'bout you?"

"Don't matter, what was that nasty thought about?" he nipped at her ear.

"What nasty thought Dixon?" she licked her lips, gnawing at the corner.

"The one that got your cheeks all red this mornin'."

Sadie swallowed again, as Daryl unbuttoned her pants, sliding his hand along her panties. At this point, her brain had turn to mush; a hand rubbing gently between her legs and another starting to cup her breast.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she whispered, leaning her neck to the side, letting the man start to nip at her neck.

"Try me," he bit down, inducing a moan from her.

She turned, face to face, and if Daryl didn't have a hard on two seconds ago, he did now; her cheeks were flushed, lips full, and her breath ragged. His hands moved, running them up her arms before holding both her wrists in one calloused hand, the other this time, running down her front and into her panties. He slowly tucked two fingers in her folds, rubbing slowly.

"Well, oh fuck," she breathed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, "I was touching myself, and then you came in my tent, shit," she moaned.

"And," he said, leaning in and kissing the soft spot at the nape of her neck, "what else babe?"

"You, you, came in and you, holy fuck," she moaned again, as his fingers slid deeper inside her.

" I can't here you," he quipped, smiling against her neck.

"Well," she glared, so entirely frustrated, "if you let me go..."

Daryl removed his face from her neck, resting his forehead on hers.

"Are you gonna be a good girl," he smiled, kissing her hard.

She bit at his lips, "Fuck you Dixon, let me go, or so help me, oh my god," as he removed his hand from her panties, and the other letting her hands go free.

With her new freedom, she took her palms, shoving the man backwards on the old motel bed. She straddled him, smiling evilly. He unbuttoned his shirt, his breath starting to increase.

"Fuck you Daryl."

"Looks like you're gonna take care of that..."

Sadie never thought she'd want so much, so quickly, but she pressed against him, her free hand twisted in his hair as she kept him close. She threw her head back and opened her mouth wide, fingernails raking against his sun-kissed chest exposing his defined muscles under smooth skin that is used to being beat up by the Atlanta sun. Daryl grunted against her neck as she scraped a nipple and pushed his fingers deeper, harder, a delightful punishment for an involuntary move on her part. The smile, brushing her hair away from his face when he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips capturing the taste of her.

"Damn SeeSee," he groaned.

The clothes are in the way so he tugs at her shirt; pulling it up and she follows his motion because they need skin on skin. She laughs when he has no trouble getting her bra clasp open and then he breathed a sigh of relief when finally her silky warmth slides onto him, nipples hard and perched and breasts brushing softly over his. Daryl wants her so bad he's not sure what to do but she's taking the lead now, sneaking a hand into his pants, underneath the belt, a coy smile on her face. He's a little embarrassed when he remembers that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Take me Daryl, please..." she whispered. And he can all but lean his forehead against hers and look her in the eye. He's careful not to crush her with his weight but she wants to feel him, his solidness pressing into her. She revels in the smallest things: how surprisingly soft the skin on his ass is and the hiss he makes when she grinds her hips up and his hard on bumps against that soft spot between her thighs, down there where everything is soft and swollen and aching. He stares at her with half shut eyes and this look of utter concentration on his face.

"Sadie," he murmurs when she pulls him close, gripping him gently. His eyes close shut and he leans into her touch, burying his lips in her hair "oh god SeeSee."

There's a little moisture on the tip of his length and she runs her thumb over it, so gently and he makes that noise that sounds almost like a growl and Sadie smiles. She grips him a little harder and then strokes down, the way she's done it with others; but this time it's different.

"Sadie–wait..." He stops her with his hand. "If you keep goin' like that-"

"Hey, shhhh" she smiles and then kisses him again, thorough and gentle this time and his mouth is gliding down her neck; kissing, sucking and licking that little hollow in her throat and then he's swirling his tongue around her nipple so softly it's driving her crazy. She arches against him, breast moving up in his open mouth needing his hands gripping her ribs tightly.

"Please," Sadie breathes, "Please." Daryl tugs at her panties and they come off and she opens her knees, where he settles, his hard on thumping blindly into the inside of her thigh, right there but not quite.

"Damn it-" he murmurs as he's sliding over the wetness and catching on her clit so soft; the sensation almost hurts, her hips hitching up on their own accord.

"You alright stud," she joked, giggling, as he flipped her, and then he's above her, holding himself up with his arms.

"Daryl," Sadie says and he stops and reaches down between their bodies, grips himself and looks back up at her, lips full and eyes wide open and then she feels him nudge against her opening. Sadie arches and grinds against Daryl, helping him along inside her.

He shudders a little, cradled between her thighs and mutters " oh god, I need-" and then he's moving, pulling back and pressing inside again. She realizes she's making those small noises again and she looks up at him, brows drawn in concentration as if he's solving a problem.

She digs her hands into the muscles in his back all taut, digging, releasing their pleasure together, shuddering into one another. They stay like that for a few seconds. Then Daryl pulls out, laying there quietly, running his hand down her body. "Wow" he smirks, resting an arm over Sadie's waist.

"Yeah." Sadie smiles and he smiles too. He's on his back and she slides her right leg over his. Sadie lays her head on his chest and traces the damp skin there with her finger.

"Holy shit," she whispered

"Holy Fuck," he breathed.

"We should probably head back soon," Sadie sat up, her bare back illuminated by the sun, "Rick will send out a search party."

Daryl sat up, kissing a trail up her back, placing a final one on your shoulder.

"Missed you SeeSee."

"Missed you to Darwl."

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