Survival with Pleasure Chapter 14: Holy Addiction, a walking dead fanfic

Hey guys! long time no write! sorry! was suffering from a major BLOCK and I was having a very busy agenda. I almost thought of discontinuing this because of it, but I didn't and I won't so we can all chill. I also arrived from the hospital. Got my appendix removed and I'm still recovering (which is a pain in the butt) so plz have mercy!. I hope you guys enjoy this chappie. Is more of and inside into Al's past so plz don't hate me much. I'll try to come up with something better for next time.

R&R for the love of GOD! it's one of the things that helps me fight the block so pls! R&R

Nwayz:

Happy Reading!

Song by Lana del Rey: Yayo

Laughter.

She was feeling joyful, somehow. Memories had tendencies in her mind to help her drift to that far off place, where is always better to be and where she preferred to be when life used to be' good'.

She was settled in that singing mood, where, in her head, she relived the soft music that boomed through the speakers, since they muffled the instruments beautiful noise to expand to more places. It was so good. It almost flowed. The nerves haunted her but once she sang that first note, she knew that was what she was meant to do.

A small sigh escaped her lips as bliss rushed through her spine while more memories teased her. She remembered the first time. The pain in her chest and the sweat in her palms from that long ago memory now made her smile, blush even, but she held to it dearly.

Music school. Alyson had thought she was made to be a pianist, but her vocation changed as she found more of herself in Music school. It crashed hard on her when she took the leaving step, but what she had learned, she held dear. She wondered if someone asked for an explanation when she didn't show up. If they did, she didn't really care for.

It was a new fresh start and it was that local café that became her sweet lover. It was that café the one that became her first, along with the staff and she loved it.

Adrenaline.

It happened and Alyson, again, didn't regret anything. Even when her heart was about to burst of her chest and she felt sweetly inexperienced, she gave her best and for once, it came back to greet her pleasantly and she accepted it.

Sometimes the money was only enough to eat the whole week and for a month and a half she lived in her car. Other jobs came along her mind, but never once did she desired to leave the café. Memories vanished there. They disappeared and she could live the moment. She enjoyed the people's eyes on her and the way the scenario lights warmed her skin till sweat rolled down her heated skin. It was heaven.

Ecstasy.

The scent of smoke, the good vibe. It was the music, the place, the heat, the looks, the beating heart in her chest and every time, she would close her eyes to feel the ecstasy of the experience. That moment. Three hours. Every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, were her personal heaven. The one reason she was meant to live. The one reason, that one thing she had always desperately needed. Her tact-able, her taste-able, her breath-able happiness.

She gazed up at the stars and noted, they shined like back then. Even when everything was so different and the many people she had met were gone, the stars remained. Alyson was positive that more than teasing her, they glared down on her to let her know that all she lived back then was as true as the delicious air she inhaled through her nose at that moment.

She was aware of her surroundings. Every once a clumsy, hungry walker would struggle against the fence, trying to reach for food, but she placed that far behind her mind for now. She had nostalgia as her visitor tonight and she was pleasing 'it' to her fullest, since it didn't seem to want her to get much needed rest.

Daryl and the rest had long dozed off, but her visitor kept on pushing until it's will came true and now here she was, 'taking guard' as an excuse. Glenn of course didn't mind since four eyes are better than two.

Resting her back against the concrete floor as he feet dangled out the tower's balcony, she kept her visions playing while it looked like she just stared back at the tiny stars from before.

The first time, the first song, the first audience. It was small, but enough and it was the first. She had always had a free choice of songs along with the ones the audience requested and that made it even more delicious and exciting. There were always one or two songs she didn't 'feel' enough so it was a challenge, but she endured them and made them hers, to that point in which she was so involved, they became her favorites.

Irony

Even back there, irony followed her. It was her one constant companion, she realized there, while gazing and dozing into her own past. A small annoyed grunt passed her lips as she licked them. How could she had not noticed? Seemed like everything turned obvious when you fell first to the ground.

Reality

It was the one thing nostalgia had wanted to push away, but it was crawling back sooner than hoped for.

She stopped breathing for a moment, listening to her surroundings, but to her sweet luck, a song came to flood her, slowly, like his hands and the corners of her full lips crept up just as slow as she remembered her other ecstasy.

Him.

It was him. So mysterious just like the beat of that song, but at the same time sweet when it sounded so sexual. Goosebumps crept on her soft skin as her breathing resumed and the notes and lyrics rolled from the tip of her tongue as her whole self felt like fanning at the sudden heat, from the memory of his icy blue eyes.

"I like the snake on your tattoo
I like the Ivy and the Ink blue
Yayo, yeah you
Yayo…"

Sitting up, she placed her hands gently on her neck, closing her eyes as one memory of their encounters flashed through her, making her smile wider and her back tremble in delicious, familiar bliss.

"You have to take me right now
From this dark trailer park
Life now
Yayo, how now
Yayo"

There it was… Daryl Dixon was her new show. He was her café, her personal sweet and addicting heaven.

Everything he made her feel was like that delicious rush she had felt when she had first performed for the small audience back in the city. The same rush from her first love. Sweet and pure, hot and passionate. It was benign and holy, just like it was addicting and alluring.

"Put me onto your black motorcycle
Fifty baby doll dress for my 'I do"
It only take two hours to Nevada
I wear your sparkle
You call me your mama
Let me put on a show for you daddy
Let me put on a show
Let me put on a show for you tiger
Ahhh-ah-ah
Let me put on a show"

When did she exactly performed 'Yayo' back at the city was something she couldn't remember too well, but she enjoyed its melody. It made her feel like a woman. It gave her confidence. It made her sway her hips sensually and tease the air as her hands roamed her whole body as she lived her performance. It gave her power and demanded observation as it allured the spectators.

"I need you like
A baby when i hold you
Like a druggy
Like I told you

Yayo, yeah you
Yayo"

Alyson opened her eyes. She scanned the are as she raised to her slender legs, but her mind was on the crossbow wielder.

A show for Daryl. He wasn't that kind of man, she knew, but she couldn't help but wonder. A nice show for Daryl, just once.

"Let me put on a show…"

Just as the last lyric flowed softly and easily to the wind, she saw him approaching the tower. She felt embarrassed, as if she had been thinking about dirty little stuff to do to him, when in reality, she was just coming to appreciate her affections for the handsome hunter she had grown to care for.

He disappeared to the base of the tower. His feet, apparently carrying him faster that she had come to see, which made her panic at the thought but once more she smiled at the familiar feeling, quickly pin pointing the source: the café.

"Why ya here, Fey" Daryl's voice filled her ears and she sighed quietly, before turning to look at him.

"Couldn't sleep"

"Should get some rest. Let's go. Maggie on her way here"

Alyson scanned the area one last time before following Daryl down the tower and closing the door behind her.

"What's bothering ya?" Daryl's hand stopped her as he grabbed her wrist gently, making her turn to face him.

"I just needed some time alone. I'm fine" She offered him a sincere smile to which he replied with a small nod and continued walking past her.

A giggle escaped Alyson as she stared at the angel wings on his leather vest. Daryl was her holy addiction and to a whole new level.