This chapter contains some smutty action, 18+ only.

As always I don't own TWD or its characters. I write because its fun

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Jameson pulled into her parking spot next to her apartment building and waited on the sidewalk for Daryl to park in one of the guest spots. He jogged back to her. She got the distinct feeling he was expecting her father to shamble out of the shadows. She wouldn't put it past her dad but she imagined he was shitfaced drunk by now.

"I'm stayin," he said as he approached her. She raised an eyebrow at his statement.

"Um shouldn't I invite you to stay?" she said with a hint of humor. He blushed slightly but shook his head. "I'll sit in front ah your door all night but I'd prefer a couch." He said biting his thumb and refusing to make eye contact with her. Jameson's stomach clenched at the thought of him sleeping in her place again. She shrugged and turned around, climbing the stairs. She looked over her shoulder at Daryl standing there watching her walk away.

"Ya comin Dixon?" she said smirking flirtatiously. She almost laughed at the shocked expression on his face but didn't want to piss him off. Plus it felt good to rile him up. It was awfully entertaining to make a redneck blush.

When they entered the apartment Jameson pulled off her jacket and Lucille. She set the handgun on the kitchen table and grabbed her bottle of Jack.

"I don't know about you but I need a fuckin' drink after that shitastic shift." She said not looking at Daryl. She felt him walk into the kitchen and saw him lean against the counter, arms crossed.

She could see him about to ask something and put a finger up silently asking him to wait a minute. She handed him a glass and walked away. She entered her bedroom and stripped off all her clothes, pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a new tank top, sans bra. She didn't care that Daryl would now see her looking so undressed. She needed to be comfortable for what was probably going to be a night of talking about shit that she never wanted to talk about. She walked into the living room and found him stretched out on the sofa. She took him in for moment. His long frame was filling the entire sofa. His shoulders were so wide he barely fit on the depth of the seat. He sat up when he saw her standing there.

"Got yer drink here." He said nodding his chin to the coffee table. She smiled and walked over grabbing the cool glass. She took a healthy sip and sat down next to him. Her shoulder was touching his and she could smell leather and cigarette smoke. She instantly needed a smoke.

"Mind if I light up?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't care but wanting to say something other than 'my dad was an abusive fuck'.

"Nah, I'll take one if ya don't mind sharin'. Left mine in my bike." He said sipping his whiskey.

She stuck two in her mouth, lighting both and handed him one. He raised an eyebrow at her antics and she shrugged a shoulder. "I like to multitask, what can I say?" she snarked and inhaled deeply, blowing smoke to the side. She felt him shake with a short laugh. She laid her head back against the couch and turned to look at him.

"Do we gotta talk about shit tonight or can we do it tomorrow?" she asked quietly. He turned and stroked hair off her forehead. "Ya can tell me whenever ya want. Ain't gonna pressure ya. Just…..I wanna know about ya, even the shit like what a fucker your dad is." He said, tracing her lip with his thumb. She swallowed and nodded. Sitting up she inhaled her sweet nicotine fix and held until she felt the familiar burn.

"I'll tell ya I just. I don't talk about it…so it may take me awhile is all." She said and added, "I wanna know all about you too." Daryl nodded and looked away for a moment. Turning back he said, "I don' talk 'bout it either but I will for ya."

Jameson nodded and put her cigarette out in a small ashtray on the coffee table. They sat quietly, sipping their drinks. "You work at 7 huh?" she said looking over at him.

"Yeah. Should try ta sleep a lil' 'spose." He muttered, sounding like he didn't want to. Jameson nodded and told him she'd get him some blankets. When she returned he had stripped out of his jacket and boots. "You want the clothes you used the other day, gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in jeans." She said, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

"Would ya mind?" he asked seeming slightly embarrassed to ask for some reason.

"Not at all. I like you in flannel." She said without thinking and then blushed. Daryl snorted and asked why.

"Not sure, just do." She said not wanting to say what she was really thinking about.

'Cuz it makes me think of grinding against your hard dick, Dummy.' She thought with a snort.

She grabbed the clothes, which she had washed and brought them to him. She told him she was going to brush her teeth and then he could have the bathroom. She left a new toothbrush still in its package on the counter for him. When they were both done getting ready for bed they stood in the living room staring at each other.

Jameson smiled and said, "Thanks for stayin'" He ducked his head and nodded. "S'nothin." He said quietly chewing on his lip.

Jameson stepped forward and stood on her toes, kissing him lightly on the lips. He slid his hand onto her waist and deepened the kiss. She moaned and he tightened his hold, pulling her flush against his body. She could feel him get hard against her stomach. She moaned loudly and then pulled away. Her heart was hammering and her breathing was fast.

"You need to sleep," she panted out.

Daryl groaned and nodded. "Yeah, sorry." He peeled his hands away from him, obviously struggling with the action. She smiled and said, "I promise to kiss you more tomorrow." Daryl smirked at that and said, "Imma hold ya to that." Jameson smiled, kissed him on the cheek and went to bed. She laid there for what seemed like forever before falling asleep.


Daryl couldn't sleep. The whole evening kept playing in his mind but the thing that kept him awake most was feeling her soft body against his. He could still taste her; whiskey, mint, cigarette smoke and what seemed to be her normal sweetness.

He was finally dozing after a few hours of replaying the sensations of kissing her when he heard a whimper from the bedroom. His first thought was of something very dirty. Flashes of her in there pleasuring herself blazed through his mind but then he heard what sounded like a sob. He bolted up and rushed to her bedroom. He feared someone had gotten into her place through a window. He opened the door quickly and saw her tangled up in her sheets. The streetlight outside her apartment was lighting the room enough to see she was gripping her pillow, her brow sweaty and her muscle taut. He edged closer and heard her whimper out a quiet 'no'. He knelt next to the bed and said her name. She didn't respond so he put a hand on her shoulder and shook it slightly, saying her name louder. She pulled away, sitting up and gasping. She lashed out pushing him away causing him to fall on his ass.

" ts'ok its just me." He told her sitting back up on his knees. He held his hands up and watched her gasping, shaking her head to clear the fogginess of the nightmare.

"M'sorry…I.. sorry." She mumbled scrubbing her face. He could see a tremor run through her body. He got up and sat on the edge of her bed, careful to leave room between them. He had nightmares and didn't like people approaching him when he woke from them.

"I'm sorry I pushed you." she said looking at him with weary eyes.

"No problem. Shoulda just called your name, not touched ya." He said feeling guilt for stressing her out further.

"It's ok. Just a dream. I'm ok." She said looking away and chewing on her lip. "Don't have 'em often. Just seein' him again I think."

Daryl nodded and sat quietly for a minute. He stood up and said, "I'll let ya get back ta sleep." He turned to leave but she grabbed his hand.

"Can you…can you stay, in here I mean." She asked and then looked at her lap. "Never mind that's weird and…never mind," she mumbled.

"t'sok." He said moving to the other side of her bed and crawling in. He had never slept in a bed with a girl before. He didn't cuddle after sex. Hell he barely had sex in an actually bed before. He lay down on his side facing her; keeping a space between them "This ok?" he asked feeling unsure. Jameson rolled on her side facing him. He could see that she had been crying in her sleep and that she was biting her lip until it was white. Jameson nodded and ducked her head. She looked embarrassed to ask him to stay and probably for even needed him to stay. He wanted to make her feel better so he shared something that he'd never usually tell someone.

"I have 'em too." He whispered. Jameson looked up with her brow furrowed. She realized he was referring to the nightmare and nodded.

She slid her hand in between them and he stared for a moment, then moved his hand up to cover her small one. He gently squeezed it and stroked it lazily with his thumb. It felt so tiny in his large palm. He watched her look at their joined hands and then raised her eyes to his. He could see something change in her expression but didn't know what it was until she moved. She removed her hand from his and slid her body across the gap, pressing against him. His arm circled her waist, pulling her flush against his. She kissed him gently at first but the sensation lit a fire in his chest. It deepened and became hungry. His tongue explored her soft hot mouth; his hands gripped her waist tightly. Her hands slid up his chest into his hair, grabbing it and pulling him even closer.

They parted gasping for air but she didn't stop for long. Her mouth went to his jaw and moved down his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, nips and strokes of her tongue. He grunted and moved his hands to her ass, kneading the soft flesh in his large palms. He felt her moan loudly, her chest vibrating against his. He rolled them so he was on top of her, sliding in between her legs, his elbows bracing his weight off her. He rolled his hips into her and watched as she threw her head back, gasping out a moan. He felt a deep tug in his gut. He wanted to see her do that when he was buried inside her.

"Fuck," he groaned and tucked his head into her neck, kissing and sucking his way up to her jaw. He nipped along it until he reached her mouth again. He kissed her slowly and with fervor. He felt her grinding against him as he rolled his hips again. The thin flannel and cotton between them didn't hide their arousal for each other. His hard cock was brushing against her dampness. He wanted to burry himself inside her, surround himself in her wet warmth.

"So sexy," he said his hand stroking down her thigh, gripping the hollow behind her knee. He pulled her leg up onto his hip, grinding against her harder. She groaned loudly and thrust upward, her back arching. He brought his face down to her chest, brushing his nose against her breast. He felt her hard nipple and brought this mouth to it, mouthing through her tank top.

"Fuck," she hissed out, arching her chest into his mouth further. He removed his hand from her thigh and slid it up her stomach underneath her shirt, pulling it up as he did. He looked down at her to see if it was too much or too fast but she smiled, then bite her lip. He pulled her shirt up further while she sat up enough for him to remove it completely. He took in the sight of her bare chest, his eyes widening at the pale expanse of skin. His hand travelled up her ribs settling on her breast, squeezing it gently and brushed his fingers across the raised nipple. He watched her expression and felt his stomach clench with lust at the wanton look she gave him. Her eyes burned into his and all he could think of was looking at her as his pushed inside her tight little body. He lowered his mouth to her breast, leisurely tonguing her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. She moaned louder and dug her hands into his hair, holding him to her chest. He ground himself in between her legs feeling her shudder under him. He was approaching his limit of control. He wanted to rip the rest of their clothes off and ravage her.

He leaned back and kissed his way up her chest. He reached her mouth, kissing her deeply. He murmured against her lips, "Ya ok?" He felt her chuckle below him and said, "More than. You have too many clothes on."

He growled and sat up, pulling his shirt off. It was dark enough for him to not feel self conscious of his scars. He would keep her hands busy and off his back. He didn't feel like explaining that tonight. He lay back on top of her moaning at the sensation of her hot skin against his. His chest rubbing against her hard nipples making her moan loudly. He felt her hands on his side, almost sliding to his back. He took one holding it above her head and then removed the other to join it. He held them both with one hand, making sure not to crush her tiny wrists and use his free hand to explore her. She was squirming against his body, rolling her hips against him.

"I wanna touch you," she complained and struggled to remove her hands from his. He smirked at her and started kissing her neck to distract her. He made his way up her neck to her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, biting gently. He heard her release a breathy gasp and felt a shiver run up her body. Her thighs clenched around him letting him know she enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure.

"Ya like me bitin' ya huh?" he whispered nipping his way along her jaw. She hummed in response. She turned her face to kiss him and growled when he avoided her mouth. He was teasing her but he could tell she was enjoying it.

"Ya wanna stop?" he asked leaning back to see her eyes. She shook her head and said, "Do you?" He snorted and answered by kissing her hard, sucking her bottom lip, biting slightly. His let go over her hands pulled back, reaching his hands to the waist of her pants. He looked at her giving her a questioning look. He didn't want to pressure her. She lifted her hips off the bed in response. He growled and pulled both her pants and underwear down. He looked at her below him, her pale soft skin. He could see the tattoo that made its way up her hip, along her ribs. He ran his hand over it then brushed his tan hand across her chest, laying it between her breasts. He could feel her heart pounding fast under his warm palm. She was biting her lip. He could see a blush rush up her neck to her cheeks. He realized he'd been just staring at her making her self-conscious.

"Beautiful," he said quietly, keeping eye contact as he said it. She smiled and looked away obviously embarrassed at the compliment.

"Ya gonna watch me take care of myself or do you wanna participate?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, trailing a hand down her stomach. He almost choked on his tongue because watching her pleasure herself was pretty high on his list of things to do before he died. He sat up on his knees and pulled his pants and boxers off. Settling between her legs he felt how hot and wet she was. He groaned and tucked his head into his neck. Feeling her naked below him was better than he had ever imagined and he had imagined it a lot. She gripped his shoulder and bicep, kissing his neck and said breathily, "Condoms in the drawer."

He raised his head, looking frantically for a drawer. He yanked it open, pulling it completely out of the bedside table, letting it crash to the floor. She laughed hysterically at his uncontrolled brute strength. "Jesus Dixon, I'm not goin' anywhere." She said between gasps. He felt his face burn with embarrassment and then laughed with her. Ducking his head into her chest snorting at the ridiculousness of it.

"Sorry, " he chuckled out and then reached into the drawer on the floor. When he did he saw her toys. He raised an eyebrow and jutted his chin towards it. Her face cheeks turned pink and then she shrugged. "What? I'm a grown woman with a healthy sexual appetite." She raised a challenging brow. He thought he would burst into flames. The thought of her writhing in bed with a vibrator made him want to cum right there.

He grabbed the box of condoms, tearing one open. He sat up and stroked himself, looking down at her. She was watching him, licking her lip and then biting it. She looked up and made eye contact with him. All he could see was pure unadulterated desire in her eyes. He rolled the condom on and pulled her towards him by her spread thighs. She squeaked and smiled widely at him. He realized she liked him being dominated which made him smile because that is what he was. He didn't lie there and let a woman take charge. He liked to be in control of both his and their pleasure. He grasped his cock in one hand and trailed the other up her soft inner thigh. She arched her body off the bed, thrusting her hips off the bed. He could see how wet she was from the limited light in the bedroom. Daryl traced her lips and clit with his fingers. She mewed and writhed under the soft strokes.

"More," she gasped.

He stroked the head of his dick over her wet pink skin. He threw his head back at the sensation of her slick hot lips. He looked back down at her, keeping his piercing eyes on hers as he pushed into her slightly, then pulled out only to thrust in deeper. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut at the sensation.

"Look at me," he said, his voice rough with lust. She opened them and watched him push deeper until he was flush against her body. He couldn't hold back any longer and began moving faster. He held onto her thighs and moved inside her fast and deep. He watched himself slide into her tight body with rapt attention. The sight was burning its way into his mind. He knew he would see it when he closed his eyes. It was beautiful and hot. He moved to lay on top of her and grabbed her thigh, bringing it up to his hip, thrusting in deeper. He'd never felt this deep connection during sex before. He felt like he was crawling completely inside her but it also felt like she was making her way inside him. He felt like they were melting into one body. He bowed his head into her neck reveling in the sensations of her body wrapping itself around him, engulfing him completely.


Daryl was all Jameson could think of and feel. He was moving inside her but he was all around her also. She kissed and sucked on his neck as he thrust into her. She squeezed her thighs against his waist, rolling her hips against his. He hit deep inside her making her moan out loudly, digging her nails into his shoulder and arm. She'd never felt like this before during sex. It had always been a quick fix, a way to get off and move on. This was more and it felt like he was deeper than anyone had ever been. When he had climbed in bed with her she didn't even think about having sex with him but as soon as he held her hand she knew she needed him. She wanted him.

Making out with him the other night was just a sliver of the desire compared to what she felt now. She wanted him to bury himself deep inside her and never leave. It felt like more than a physical connection. It felt all encompassing. They moved smoothly together and fit perfectly. His hands felt strong and rough, the calloused fingers of a man stroking her skin with reverence was such juxtaposition. He was more capable of a gently touch that she ever would have guessed but he still felt strong and masculine. His ability to maneuver her the way he wanted made her stomach clench. Her walls flexed against his hard cock as she felt the beginnings of an intense orgasm approaching. He growled against her neck and shifted up to kiss her. She liked making him growl and flexed again, squeezing him in rhythm of his thrusts.

"Jesus, woman. Ya gonna kill me." He drawled, rotating his hips into her.

She smiled and flexed hard, setting off her orgasm. The tingling started where they were joined and spread through her body like a wildfire. It rolled through her in waves, her body clenching, every one of her muscles tightening and spasming.

Her mouth dropped open and she let out a gasping moan. He grunted, moving harder and deeper. She felt him swell inside her as he approached the edge of his orgasm. She squeezed her walls against him and rolled her hips upwards, meeting his deep thrusts. She felt all the muscles in his body tense and his hips began moving erratically. He growled loudly, she felt the strong vibrations through his whole body. He rocked into her as his breathing gasped out against her sweaty skin. He was murmuring something against her neck that she couldn't make out. "Wha?" she gasped out and leaned back to see his face.

"S'nothin'" he mumbled looking embarrassed. She raised an eyebrow and he huffed out a breath. "Don' wanna move. Wanna stay inside ya." He told her ducking his head against her chest. She smirked and said, "I'd like ya to stay."


Daryl raised his head and smiled slightly, kissing her gently not moving from his spot. He rocked his hips slightly so she could feel him still hard inside her. She gasped at the sensation, still sensitive from her orgasm. He had never had sex like that before. The intensity of his orgasm took his breath away. Not just because it was the best load he'd ever blown but it was the magnitude of emotions he felt during the whole experience. He felt consumed with the sensations. His body was on fire and his mind was alight with pure want. He wanted her, he needed her. Daryl felt like he had taken the last step off a cliff. He was falling hard for Jameson. It took his breath away and all he could do was hold onto her hoping she was falling with him.


OMG! Yay finally sexy times. I hope I am able to walk the line between filthy and romantic. Thanks for reading and please fav, follow and review! Pass along to fellow TWD fanfic fans. Also checkout my other Jameson/Daryl story "Backroads"