Revised as of 10.25.2014.
Wow! Some of you guys are completely unabashed! I'm not the greatest at writing smut stuff that isn't slash so sorry about last chapter but it seems like a lot of you guys thought it was hot anyways so, great!
Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, as always :3
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Lottie's limp is still bad and it's still hell to walk but she wakes up early and sneaks out of their tent anyways and goes back to the campsite with the others so Daryl won't feel obligated to carry her. She loved being in his arms and she thought it was sweet but it made her feel like a burden.
Besides she needed some quality Carol time.
She wasn't expecting Rick, Glenn and Hershel to be back but she was glad that they were and when Maggie gave Glenn a change to breathe she gave him a little hug of her own. What can she say? She was genuinely glad to see he had made it back. Sometimes it's hard to remember that any one of them could have died on a trip to town, easily. When you get comfortable you start to take things for granted.
She listened to them discussing the new guy in the back of the car.
His name is Randall. He was part of the group that had been shooting at Rick, Glenn and Hershel. No wonder they had taken so long.
They plan to take him about twenty miles out and drop him off somewhere, if he lives he lives and if he dies it's not on their conscience. Rick and Shane leave to take the boy and lock him in a shed somewhere and Lottie finds Carol starting breakfast for the camp.
She whispers everything about the previous night to Carol in hushed tones, right down to the size of –
"WHAT!?"
"Sssshhh!" Lottie hisses, practically everyone in the camp is staring at the two of them, "Keep your voice down, once you're done cooking breakfast come with me over by the side of the house and I'll tell you there."
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Daryl wakes up in a hot, stuffy, tent - alone and he groans, stretching himself out. He tugs his clothes on and steps outside the tent. No Lottie.
He peeks around his little campsite. No Lottie. He groans again in irritation and grabs his crossbow, "That dumb bitch walked the whole way herself." He grumbles before heading towards the main camp.
"Where's Lottie?" He grumbles at Lori and she looks taken aback by his presence.
"Uh, I don't know, she wandered off somewhere with Carol." She replies and he nods at her in thanks but he's still annoyed and he still doesn't know where she is. He's peering down the field from the top of the RV when she and Carol come from the side of the house, Lottie limping heavily as they make their way back by the fire. Daryl gets down from the RV and stalks up to them just as their finishing their conversation.
Carol said something and is giggling.
"I know! I just can't believe-" Lottie cuts off her sentence when she notices Daryl standing there and he frowns, "What can't you believe?"
Lottie looks to Carol for help but Carol is very pointedly studying one of the RV's tires so Lottie just blurts out, "I can't believe it's not butter?"
Daryl stares at her for a long time looking too serious and contemplative. Like maybe he's contemplating throwing her into the forest and she makes a little whining sound.
"Say something, please? Anything? Tell me I'm being troublesome or meddlesome or whatever silly word, just say something."
"Told you not to be walkin' on that damn leg." He grumbles and she was bracing herself for an insult so hearing that makes her laugh and hobble awkwardly toward him, embracing him tightly.
His body stiffens and she can feel everyone's eyes burning into them so she ends it quickly but mutters, "Just wanted a hug…" as she's pulling away and it makes him look at her in such an almost apologetic way that she grabs onto his hand and kisses it before plopping down in a chair by Carl and Sophia, having promised them that she would tell them a story when she came back from talking to Carol.
"Now, I know a lot of stories…the only problem is most of them are…grizzly horror stories that I don't think your mamas would appreciate." She tells them and Carl and Sophia "awwwww" in unison before turning to beg their respective mothers. Daryl is smirking at her while eating his breakfast and since he doesn't seem to think she's noticed, she shoots him a wink that nearly makes him choke on her food.
She ends up telling the kids one of the less grizzly horror stories about a "Tulpa" and its path from someone's mind to the real world. She has more or less the whole camp entranced in the story apart from Lori and Andrea. She's just finished telling the story when Shane's little car pulls up and Randall is removed from the back of it. Rick and Shane walk him over to one of Hershel's sheds and lock him inside. Lottie quickly stands to see what's going on, telling Carl and Sophia that she'll tell them another one later.
Daryl helps guide Lottie over to where everyone has congregated around Shane's car and Rick tells them what happened.
"What we need is to get some information out of him, find out about his group, how many there are, if they might come lookin' for him."
"I'll make him talk." Daryl volunteers and Lottie glances up at him before adding, "I'll go with him. We can try a good cop, bad cop kind of thing." She smiles innocently at Rick and he hesitates, looking at Daryl. Daryl looks down at Lottie for a moment before nodding once at Rick.
"Okay then, we'll see what you can do."
Lottie wanders into Hershel's house for a moment before joining Daryl walking towards the shed. "Don't look real scary with that damn brace on your knee." He tells her. "Don't get too close to him."
She smiles wide at Daryl and he rolls his eyes at her because she knows that's his gruff, irritated and sometimes rude way of saying "I don't want you to get hurt". And she's okay with that, she's always had a problem with being vulgar so she speaks his language. She tells him that and he scoffs at her again, shaking his head but he says nothing as they enter the room. She leans herself against the wall and tells him, "By all means, gentlemen first."
Daryl closes the door behind them and starts pacing back and forth in front of the little guy who's apparently chained to the wall. Lottie frowns but watches.
"You gonna tell me all about that little group you were in, got it?" Daryl barks out at him and the kid struggles with his chains, "I already told them other guys, I told them everything!"
"That's not what they said, come on!" Daryl snarls, punching him in the face.
"I already told you guys everything, I swear!" He yells again and Daryl punches him in the face two more times, a sickening sound delivered with each blow that should really be making Lottie feel sick to her stomach but it's not. She's watching Daryl's huge, muscular arms work and she surprises herself when she draws in her next ragged breath at the sight of Daryl pacing some more.
"You ain't told me shit!" Daryl growls, grabbing the boy and slamming him against the wall of the shed. Lottie is putting out physical effort not to make any noises now.
"I hardly knew those guys! I met 'em on the road!" The kid whimpers and Daryl narrows his eyes at him, "How many in your group?"
The boy doesn't answer and Lottie was going to take over but Daryl slid his hunting knife out, nice and slow and Lottie wasn't sure she could even stand anymore. She breathed out in an awkward, ragged whimper but neither man seemed to notice.
"No no no no no, man, come on, please!" The kid whines and Daryl takes the knife and drives it down into the wood directly by Randall's leg. "HOW MANY" he growls and Randall stutters out, "Thirty, thirty! Thirty guys!"
"Where!" Daryl all but growls at him and Lottie subsequently forgot how to breathe.
The kid pauses, not replying and Daryl rips off the tape that's closing Randall's wound. He yells out in pain, "I don't know! I don't know! We were never in any place for more than a night!"
Daryl has stuck his knife into the wound now and is picking at it. Lottie's thoroughly embarrassed with herself by this point but is shamelessly staring at Daryl anyways.
"Scoutin'? Plannin' on stayin' local?" Daryl asks as he wiggles his knife in the wound and Randall is squirming almost as bad as Lottie is but he whimpers out, "I don't know, man! They left me behind!"
"You ever pick off a scab?" Daryl growls at him, leaning in close to his face and Lottie's pretty sure she's going to implode, "You start reaaaal slow at first," he continues and then yells, "But later you just gotta rip it off!"
"Ok! Ok! They have weapons! Heavy stuff! Automatics…" He trails off and Daryl continues to work the knife into the kid's exposed flesh.
"I didn't do anything!" he squeals, his face wet with tears by now.
Lottie steps forward at that, puts her hand on Daryl's shoulder, "I'll go." She says softly and Daryl just nods and takes a step back but doesn't go all the way to the wall like Lottie had done.
She gets down on her knees, careful to not put much weight on her right one. She stares Randall dead on, her enormous green/brown orbs especially wide as she looks into his brown/black ones. She keeps her eyes eerily wide like she's looking into his soul, like she knows what he's thinking and she stares at him for a long time without blinking, without moving and the kid starts to squirm.
"Hey, man, call her off." He whines out, looking to Daryl and when he looks back she's grinning at him and he cries out in shock. "You can hit me all you want, she's giving me the fuckin' creeps man, please!" Daryl just watches, saying nothing.
Lottie suddenly reaches one hand out and plants it by his leg, then the next, crawling closer towards him and she starts making little gasping breaths and continues until she's right up by his ear, his head is turned as far away from her as he can get and he's closing his eyes, squirming in his chains. She whispers in his, "Did you know...you can remove all of a human's skin without killing them?...I know how...they bleed so much...but they don't die...you'd be okay." ear and he yells out, "No! No, god, no! Please, please, I'll tell you anything!" She pulls a surgical scalpel out of the pocket of her jacket and swiftly slams his head back into the wall with her left hand, bringing the scalpel up to his face with her right. Her left hand is pressed against his forehead, pinning him stuck.
"But let's start with those...pretty little eyes instead." She murmurs and the boy screams for help, Daryl looks like he's trying not to snicker in the background.
"Tell her!" Daryl barks out.
"These people just took me in, okay! Not just men, there are women and children too, like you people! Please, please get that away from my face!" Lottie brings it closer. Presses the blade as near to his eye as she dares. "Stop lying. You're not telling me everything." She hisses and he squirms away from her as much as he's willing without moving his head around too much, already pressed against the wall.
"The guys go scavenging, we do, just the men, and one night we came up on this little campsite. A man and his two daughters, teenagers, really young, real cute… the daddy had to watch while the guys they just… and they didn't even kill him afterwards! They just made him watch.. and then just left him there. But I didn't touch those girls! I swear! I ain't like that!"
At that, Daryl pulls Lottie back suddenly, she's taken off balance and barely makes it to the other side of the shed to catch herself on the wall. Daryl kicks him in the ribs, kicks his affected leg, punches him in the face. Lottie stares in shock as Daryl beats the kid until she realizes that he's just angry, he's not even trying to get information anymore and then she hauls him off the boy as best she can. She checks to make sure she still has the scalpel and then she pushes Daryl out the door. She's on him as soon as he clicks the pad lock closed, his crossbow hanging awkwardly on his arm as she shoves him against the wall of the shed.
"Shit, I didn't know anyone could look so hot while beating the crap out of another person." She breathes as she bites his neck and kisses along his jaw. Daryl seems just as surprised as her but doesn't seem to mind, laying his crossbow down against the side of the shed and wrapping his arms around her waist, grabbing at her hips and pulling her towards him.
They make out for nearly ten minutes before she steps away, "Come on, we've got to...got to go tell the others." She takes his arm and he helps her to the campsite and lays it out for Rick and the others.
"Boy's got a gang. Thirty men, heavy artillery and they ain't lookin' to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead and our women… they're gonna wish they were." Lottie frowns up at him and he maintains eye contact with Rick but pulls her closer to him.
"What did you two do?" Carol asks softly, looking down at Daryl's bloodied knuckles. She looks disappointed and Lottie's taken aback. She hadn't expected Carol to be so upset about them earning such vital information, and to be honest, she had been so worked up she hadn't even noticed Daryl's knuckles.
"Had a little chat." Daryl answers and everyone is staring at both of them like they're animals. Not good. Lottie hasn't taken her pills today. She tries to ignore it and Daryl starts leading her back to his tent.
When they get across the field, he slams her up against the pile of bricks by his fire pit and she's happy to let him, she never thought she'd like being forced around, not after her dad and everything but then again she didn't think she would ever get so turned on by watching a tall redneck beat the shit out of a young kid so stranger things have happened.
"Thought you'd hate me for beatin' him around like that, look at me the same way Carol did." Daryl mutters as he nips at her neck and pulls her jacket off. She moans and begins pulling his jacket off him, "I don't think I've ever see anything so hot, just the way you walked, the way you fucking yelled at him, god damn…" She slurs out and he snorts, pulling at her tank top and replies with, "What about you, doing that creepy doll type shit, what the hell did you say to him anyways?" She helps him get her tank top off and then sets to work on the buttons of his shirt, "I told him," she gasps out, "that I could cut off all his skin and he wouldn't die, I could sew it back on, and I could cut out his eyes without killing him."
Daryl pulls back from her and stares at her, eyebrows creased together and for a moment she thinks he's going to tell her she's sick and send her on her crazy, merry way but then he steps forward again, pulling her undershirt off and grabbing her hips and he growls, "You're fucked up, woman." But keeps sucking on her neck and kissing her all over and then finally he leads her into his tent and zips it closed behind her.
The sex is much rougher than it was last night and it hurts for her but not too bad, he took it so gentle with her the night before...it had been perfect and she feels ready for it to be a little harder now. He bites at her and she bites back, leaving large, red hickeys in a trail down the side of his neck. He fondles every bit of her perfectly and then he scoops her onto his lap, slipping inside her and then helps her make little jumping motions until both of them are screaming the other's name and Daryl cums inside her quickly. They kiss each other gently for a while after that. He tells her she's amazing and she whispers how perfect she thinks he is, how she never ever thought she could find someone she loved so much and he whispers he loves her back and then she falls asleep again.
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Lottie's resting in the tent still but Daryl is outside carving out more arrows when Dale walks up, Daryl groans in irritation.
"The point of me comin' out here was to get away from you people."
Dale smiles, "It's going to take a lot more than that, especially now that you've taken Lottie hostage too."
Daryl narrows his eyes at the old man, "What d'you want with her?"
Dale chuckles at that, "Nothing, she's just a pleasure to have around."
Daryl glares at him, sliding his jacket on and picking up his crossbow, "A pleasure? What the hell you mean, a pleasure?"
Dale takes a step back and nods understandingly, "So that's why she's out here now, isn't it? I figured you'd finally asked her to be with you. Or at least I hoped so."
Lottie pokes her head out of the tent to see what was going on. Dale spots her but Daryl has his back to her.
"She's mine. And I'm sick of people lookin' at her, that's why I brought her out here. She don't mind, she likes the stupid flowers." He gestures to the flowers that are growing near the edge of the field, not more than twenty feet from the tent. They're the same flowers he had gone with her to pick when he had first been injured. Lottie hadn't even noticed that he'd set up the camp near them instead of…well…anywhere else.
Dale chuckles again. "Don't worry, Daryl. She's all yours." Dale says, sounding amused and putting his hands up in an innocent gesture.
If anything that seems to get on Daryl's nerves even more because he shoots back, "Ain't that what I just said? I know she's mine."
"Then why are you acting so jelly?" Daryl turns around like he's going to punch whoever just said that and he's a little off balanced when he sees its Lottie.
He stands there looking like he might tip over so she gets on her tip toes as best she can and kisses his cheek. He looks annoyed but says nothing.
"Hi, Dale." Lottie says, giving the old man a secretive smile that he returns.
"I was hopin' to talk to you about that kid, Randall. Now Rick's plannin' to…execute him."
"Don't matter. Rick's just gonna look to Shane, Shane's not right and that's that. This group's broken. I'm better off just lookin' out for me and mine." Daryl answers and Lottie notices him grouping together some arrows, she frowns.
"You act like you don't care." Dale observes and Daryl fixes him with a stare before answering, "That's cause I don't."
"So, live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?" Dale asks and Lottie's frowning even more.
"Nope." Daryl responds, annoyed.
"So why not stand with me, save his life, if you really don't care one way or another."
Daryl doesn't make eye contact, just shoves his arrows into his quiver and mutters, "Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch." Lottie raises an eyebrow at that.
"Your opinion makes a difference!" Dale argues.
"Nobody's lookin' at me for nothin'." Daryl says and begins to walk away and Lottie gives an irritated huff.
"Carol does. Lottie does. I am right now. You care about what happens in this group. Torturing people? That isn't you. You're a decent man!" Dale adds and Lottie's feeling a little torn because the torturing was necessary.
"He didn't 'torture' that boy, he was rough on him but we needed that information, we couldn't have gotten it any other way, Dale, that much is true. What if we didn't know what we do now and we let him go, he comes back with his thirty men and kills all you boys, rapes the rest of us." There's fear in Lottie's eyes and Daryl glares.
"No one's touchin' you so shut up! You think I'm decent but it don't matter, what I say isn't going to change anything." Daryl adds and Dale shakes his head.
"You're both good people, Rick is a good person but you're right, Rick looks to Shane and Shane…. Shane is not…good."
"Why's that? 'Cause he killed Otis?" Daryl asks and Dale looks surprised, "Did he tell you that?"
"He showed up with some made up story and the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid. He could figure it out he just didn't wanna. Like I said, this group's broken." Daryl glares at Dale for a moment and then makes to walk off. Lottie narrows her eyes.
"I'll stand by you, Dale. The world needs to have some humanity left in it." Lottie says and Daryl turns around.
"You serious? You were just talkin' about gettin' raped by his gang now you're gonna let him live?"
"He doesn't deserve to die for simply walking with the wrong group." She says, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We don't know that he didn't rape those girls! You think he's innocent? Think he just stood back and watched?" He yells at her and she moves towards Dale.
"I think I'll go back to camp with you, Dale, see if I can help you get some decent people on our side." Dale looks a little bewildered but he nods and takes Lottie's arm to help her walk.
"Fine! Go on then, see if I care! I won't be here when you come back!" Daryl snarls as she walks away.