Chapter Eleven

As Daryl suffered through Dale's lecture, Allie was helping Carol and Andrea with some washing down by the quarry.

"So…" Andrea began, "You and Daryl seem to be getting to know each other pretty well."

"I suppose you could say that," Allie replied innocently.

Andrea stared at her a moment, and when Allie looked up they both started giggling hysterically. "Oh come on!" Andrea chided her, "You've got to give us some details, at least. Some of us don't have a handy neighborhood redneck to satisfy our needs."

"And what kind of details are you looking for?" Allie asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Well…what's he packing?" Andrea coyly responded.

"He carries a crossbow, not a gun," Allie joked.

"You know what I meant!"

"Fine. Well let's just say those enormous biceps aren't the only enormous thing about him."

"I knew it!" Andrea shrieked. "What else then, how is he?"

"He's good," Allie said, smiling when she looked up to find Andrea nodding expectantly at her. "Okay, very good. Sort of hesitant at first but when he gets into his element…God. It's intense."

"Those Dixon boys do seem like they'd know what they're doing," Carol chimed in.

"Dixon BOYS?" Andrea said incredulously and Carol blushed.

"Hey now, you can't blame a woman for crushing after a Dixon. Those rednecks do have their charms," Allie said with a laugh.

"Just forget I said anything!" Carol exclaimed, her face still red with embarrassment.

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That night, they had themselves a feast. They cooked up the entirety of the deer, figuring if they left it another day it would just go bad anyways. They sat around the fire chatting jovially, Merle recounting the wild hunt he and Matt had gone on to snag their current dinner. Shane sat across the fire with Lori, rolling his eyes intermittently, and paying no mind to Carl and Sophia whispering to one another at his side.

Carol sat at Merle's side, watching him with glittering eyes as he told his tale. Allie strolled over to Daryl with her plate of food, and went to sit at his side. But instead, he pulled her into his lap, then let her plop down between his legs with a graceless thump. She grinned up at him, immediately recognizing what had prompted this display. From across the bonfire, Shane was glaring at them with an intensity few could muster. Daryl met the officer's eyes with a stare just as cold, mindlessly grazing the soft skin at Allie's neck all the while. Dale was sat down next to Allie on the ground, keenly watching as Merle and Carol chatted up a storm.

Dale nudged Allie's arm and nodded over to the couple, shifting her attention. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen Carol smile quite that much," Dale remarked.

"Me neither," Allie agreed.

"In fact, this may be the first time the Dixons have ever dined with the rest of the camp," Dalecontinued.

"Really?" Allie asked.

"Truly," Dale said with a small smile, "You've been a good influence on them. The both of them."

"Don't I know it," Allie retorted with a wink, smiling up at the redneck above her.

"What?" Daryl grunted, having been too preoccupied with his dinner to notice their short exchange.

"Oh, nothing," Allie said in a singsong voice, her and Dale snickering together. Everyone was in good spirits that night; it was a rare thing. And for the first time since the dead had begun to rise, Allie found herself feeling lucky. These people, particularly Daryl, she might never had met if the world hadn't come to a screeching halt. Even so, the chances of the Dixon brothers being just close enough to spot them in the woods that afternoon were so slim that Allie found herself contemplating the idea of destiny. Maybe, just maybe, Daryl and her were meant to find one another. It was a silly thought. But tucked tightly between the man's legs, with his calloused finger tips stroking her skin enticingly, Allie couldn't help but give it some credence. There was nowhere else she'd rather be.

"Glenn and I have been talking," Shane interrupted the chatter. "The camp is running low on supplies. Tomorrow he's gonna lead another run to Atlanta, but this time he needs to take some people with him. Gotta be a small enough group that it won't draw attention, but big enough to carry plenty back."

"I'm in," Matt volunteered.

"Me too," Andrea added.

"Well don't go leavin' ol' Merle outta the fun."

With Morales and T-Dog volunteering as well, the group was set. As they made plans for the next day's venture, Allie tugged on Daryl's pant leg. "I'm tired," she said when he looked down at her. She batted her eyes a bit for emphasis.

Daryl smirked, "Alright, let's get ya to bed then."

"Goodnight everyone!" Allie called as they walked away. She discreetly flipped Matt the finger when he made thrusting movements in her direction.

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Daryl sat on the edge of the cot, biting his nails. He watched Allie prattle back and forth across the tent, collecting laundry and setting out clothes for the following day. She gave him a knowing smile as she bent all the way forward, rewarding him with a jaw-dropping view of her cleavage, to retrieve an arrow from the ground. His eyes darkened to midnight blue and he licked his lips, but he didn't make a move towards her. Maybe he's into this voyeurism stuff?

Testing her theory, she turned her back to him and removed her cut-off shorts. Slowly. She dampened a washcloth with water from her canteen and began to drag the cloth up and down her legs, rubbing away the dirt and sweat. She sighed softly to herself as she worked, smiling when she heard Daryl's breathing pick up from across the tent. Yes, he was getting off on this. Allie looked at him over her shoulder.

"Want to help?" she asked with a smirk. But Daryl just continued to stare at her body, unmoving. God, it's always one step forward and two steps back with him. Allie knew he needed more encouragement; he wouldn't, maybe couldn't, instigate things himself. She lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, loving the way his eyes widened when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Allie stood in front of him and handed him the washcloth.

"I'm dirty," she whispered, "Can you make me clean?"

This seemed to be the motivation he needed. Daryl pulled the almost completely naked girl into his lap and gripped her roughly by the waist. With her straddling him, he trailed the damp cloth down from the back of her neck to her nipples. He smirked when they hardened under his caresses, and blew cool air onto each nub, prompting a gasp from the woman above him.

Daryl continued to run the cloth up and down her body, watching her face as he explored her. Finally, he let the damp and dirty thing fall to the ground, and he ran his fingers down towards her core. Pushing her panties aside, he dipped two fingers into her wetness. Allie could feel him throb in response.

"You're so wet, Allie," he growled. "That for me?"

"You know it is," she purred, jerking and panting for air. "Oh, Daryl. Shit."

"Bet you been waitin' for this all day," he murmured, "Soakin' them panties for me. Just itchin' for this." His thumb had found her clit now as well, and she couldn't help but grind against his hand.

"This what you wanted?" he whispered into her neck as he lapped and sucked at her skin.

"Yeah."

"This what got you so wet?"

"Yeah!" Her voice came out more breathy and desperate than she intended, but she couldn't bother to care. All she could think about at the moment was the building pressure in her groin, just aching to be released.

"Tell me what you need," he said gruffly, thrusting into her harder with his digits.

"I need you, Daryl. I need you. Please…" she whimpered, her forehead resting on his.

"You got me, darlin'. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." He had slowly increased his pace, and Allie was bucking against his hand now. The gush of wetness at his voice hadn't eluded him, so he continued to whisper in her ear. "Tell me what you need, Allie. Need to hear you say it."

"Make me come," she said in a small voice.

"Louder," he growled, thrusting his fingers into her and making her squeal.

"Make me come, please!" she moaned loudly, the coil in her belly tightening.

Daryl plunged his fingers inside of her at a damning pace, letting one hand wander up her body to pinch her nipples, then grasp her by her wavy golden locks. "Come for me, Allie," he ordered.

The intensity of his eyes and the gruffness of his voice were her undoing. In an instant, she was clenched unbearably tight around him, then shaking and whimpering as she lost control of her body. Had he not snaked an arm around her waist to hold her she might have gone toppling to the floor. When her eyes finally opened and she tried to catch her breath, he was watching her intently, biting at his lip.

"So sexy when you do that," he murmured.

"Yeah?" she replied with a contented smile, words still eluding her.

"Hell yeah. Love gettin' ya all worked up, then watchin' ya lose it. All cuz of me."

"Damn right all cuz of you," she whispered into his neck, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled her down onto the cot, laying her on top of him.

She frowned as he began to caress her neck. "What about-" she began, but he stopped her.

"We got all the time in the world. Don't you worry. Gonna let ya come down first," he said into her hair. After a moment he said quietly, "I wanna ask you somethin', but I don't wanna ruin this."

"Well whatever it is, I'm not going anywhere," Allie replied honestly, pressing a closed-mouth kiss to his shoulder.

He let out a long breath of air. "How come you can't get pregnant?"

Allie propped herself up on her elbow to seek his eyes. "Does it bother you?" she asked, worry clear on her face.

"Nah ain't like that," he quickly backpedaled, "I just want you. I was just curious."

She nodded, believing him, and sighed. "My last night at the last foster home I was in, the dad beat me pretty badly. He was, well, trying to kill me I guess. He came pretty close. Kicked me so many times in the gut that a bunch of my ribs broke and punctured one of my lungs. But there were other injuries."

Allie took one of his hands and ran it over her lower abdomen. Understanding colored his face when he felt the scar. He'd never even noticed it before, it was so faint.

"There was too much damage," she said softly, "They had to take it out. I can't be surprised you didn't notice that one. It's probably the only one I that got looked at by an actual doctor; it barely even scarred."

"I'm sorry," Daryl said quietly, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't be sorry, this isn't on you. And it was a long time ago." She'd buried her head into his chest once more.

"Didja want kids?" he asked tentatively. Daryl felt her shake her head against him.

"Maybe I would have, some day. But not now. The way things are…It's almost a blessing that I can't. Without the hospitals, a doctor even, it'd be so dangerous to have a baby. Even more dangerous trying to keep the thing alive. But if things were different, if the world hadn't fallen apart, I think I'd want to have one. With you."

She expected him to stiffen, pull away from her even. The words had fallen from her lips before she'd had the chance to second guess them. But instead he told her, "If the world hadn't gone to shit, we probably never woulda met."

Allie smiled up at Daryl, "Guess we're lucky then."

"We are," he replied definitively, pulling her in for a kiss. It was short and meaningful. And Allie couldn't help but feel relieved that they were- at least to some degree- on the same page.

"Okay," she continued cautiously, "I said something hard. Now it's your turn."

"Do we gotta?" he muttered. Daryl knew where this was going, and he'd be willing to avoid it any cost. Sure, he'd shown her the scars. And sure, she hadn't run off. She hadn't told him he was disgusting or pushed him away. But she didn't know the full story, not in the least.

Allie paused thoughtfully for a moment. "No," she replied finally, "We don't have to do anything. I don't need to know. But if you want to tell me, then I want to listen. Nothing more than you can stand. And I won't push it, I promise."

Daryl continued to run his hands through her hair, watching her face as he did so. She didn't look expectant. She didn't look anything really, just content. He sighed, "They're from my dad."

Allie watched him closely for a moment, unsure whether she should prod further. Finally, "Your whole life?"

There was no pity on her face. Just pure, unadulterated understanding. She knew; she really knew. And that, in itself, was enough to let him go on.

"Pretty much, yeah. After my mama died…my dad was a mean drunk. When Merle was around he'd take the brunt of it, try and protect me from it. But he was always in juvie for one thing or another. Then he joined the army, and it was just me and old dad. When he came back he got me out of there. But…" Daryl frowned, unsure of how to phrase it.

"Too little too late?" Allie offered.

"Guess so," Daryl murmured, his eyes clouding over with unhappy memories.

Allie let the silence permeate for a moment, then asked him, "Is that why you thought you'd hurt me, that first time?"

He nodded, "Guess I was worried it ran in the family or somethin'."

"It doesn't," she said firmly, taking his face in her hands. "You are nothing like him. You're good."

"Ain't never been called that before," he said cynically.

She kissed him sweetly, once more, and then told him, "That's a damn shame, because it's true."

Daryl sighed and pressed his lips to her forehead, "You're too goo-"

"Nuh-uh," she cut him off. "No more of that." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. It was still new to him, all of this. Kissing a woman had never felt so intimate. The way her tongue massaged his and the way he nibbled softly on her lower lips was a language of its own. He could tell her as much with a flick of the tongue as he could with his voice, more probably. Soon he had lost himself in the feel of her body pressed up against his.

He was leaning into her, pressing his groin methodically against hers, and barely registering as she unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his shirt. He let her slip the flannel from his shoulders, and marveled when she pushed his jeans down with her feet. He kicked them to the side, sucking at her pulse point.

Abruptly, Allie hooked her leg around Daryl and flipped them so she was on top.

"The hell you doin' woman?" he chuckled in surprise.

Rather than responding, she began to lick and suck at his chest. She'd noticed how sensitive he was there, but knew well this was uncharted territory for him. Allie made sure to meet his eyes as she dipped her head towards his nipple, watching for any signs of uncertainty or distress. Instead, she saw his eyes had darkened once more to a shade of steamy lust. She flicked her tongue over his nub experimentally, and felt him pulse underneath her. He liked that. Then she swirled her tongue around him, earning a groan. Finally, Allie reached down and gripped his cock firmly, and at the same time bit lightly on his now-hard nipple. Daryl bucked up into her with a loud, "Shit!" making her smile.

He shuddered and twitched as she shifted to his other nipple, repeating the performance. She could feel him leaking, slicking her hand as she pumped him. Daryl's breathing had become labored and shallow; Allie had him in the palm of her hand,literally.

She let go of his cock and his eyes shot open in protest. Not missing a beat, she pulled at his arms until he was sitting up. His eyes betrayed his confusion but when she grasped his leaking member once more, and began to lower herself onto him, he let out a low growl. She was sinking slowly onto him. Too slowly for Daryl, in fact. He bucked up into her forcefully and relished her surprised moan. But she was quick to regain her composure.

Allie knew Daryl was already on edge, so rather than easing into things, she rode him with abandon. She was hard and fast and sloppy. Daryl's hands bruised her hips as he held her fast, helping her to slam into him again and again. For every movement Allie was paid with a wild grunt from the redneck beneath her, sweating and latching his mouth to her neck.

She tightened herself around him, just to see what would happen, and Daryl bit into her shoulder, moaning "Fuck, Allie." The tent was filled with the sound of their panting, the slap of their bodies coming together. "Again," he growled. It was an order. She clenched around him once more and he practically roared, slamming her into her as hard as he could.

"Too fucking good…," he muttered as he twisted a hand in between them, pressing two fingers to her clit. When he made contact she tightened around him once more, uncontrollably, and he almost lost it. But she had to go first; seeing her come for him was too good to miss. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, meeting her as she impaled herself on his throbbing length.

"Need ya to come for me, Allie," he rasped in her ear, hoping it would set her off. "C'mon darlin', I wanna feel ya do it. All over my cock, gonna feel so good…" And with that Allie was coming, her moan becoming a whine as she rode him with all she had.

The way her body rhythmically massaged his cock was too much for him, and a half second later Daryl was coming along with her. "Fuck!" he called as her body milked his pulsing dick, pleasure shooting through him in powerful waves. He held her tightly to his chest as they both came down, panting and shaking in time with one another.

"Wow," Allie breathed into his neck.

"Fuck," Daryl huffed out, eloquent as ever, and Allie giggled.