Midterm Guest: Good luck with all your exams and stuff, here's the chapter like you asked :):) Oh, and I'm glad you liked the last chapter ;P
Adagio c: Thank you for the review, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter :):) As for the season seven premier, I'm not gonna give details because some people don't know what happened, but it is going to crush Vickie. She is going to be seated right in the middle of it all. She will be there every step of the way. And to top it off... Well lets just say she catches the eye of someone in particular. But of course you're just going to have to wait until I upload, and that won't be for sometime :P
So... Bee Tee Dub, here's some more smut ;)
Bamby
VPOV
The last couple of days I'd been spending quite some time with Noah. Seeing as he was part of the run crew, I thought it be best he knew how to shoot properly. Tara tagged along as well, just to keep herself sharp.
We were headed back to the houses now, the three of us walking in a line,Tara talking, making both Noah and I laugh.
"Mum!" Aly smiled as she run down the porch steps and rushed towards us. I got to my knees, letting her wrap her arms around me before I lifted her up and started walking with the others. She turned to Tara. "Can you help me make my bed? I tried but Dini woun't move and he's too heavy."
Tara nodded. "Sure. And then maybe we'll take Houdini for a walk? Go to the play ground?"
We'd been in Alexandria for just over a week now and things had actually been surprisingly good. Now that Daryl had a job he spent most- if not all- of the day working on his bike in our garage. Aly watched him every now and then but got bored easily. When she wasn't with Daryl, she had come quite attached to Tara- the fact they shared a room helped as well.
Maggie was working with Deanna during the days, and Glenn spent some time each day keeping track of what we'll need on the next run. So with those two busy- seeing as they were Tara's friends- Tara had built a friendship with Noah, myself and Aly.
Whenever I wasn't training them to fight- I'd even tried getting Eugene to join us, but came up empty handed with him- I found myself with more free time then I knew what to do with. Aly was either with Sam, or Tara, or Carl. She was hardly with me during the day- not that I had a problem with that. In fact, it meant I got sometime to sit and relax, plus I got to take care of Judith a little more now.
Reaching the houses I nodded to Noah. "You did good toady."
He gave a little smile. "Thanks. I'll see you guys tomorrow." he raised his hand and waved slightly before heading into the other house.
Tara and I kept walking, Aly still in my arms. As we got to the steps I set her down and watched as she grabbed Tara's hand and pulled her into the house. I smiled, watching as they went. Once they were gone I headed around the house, moving towards the garage where I knew I would find Daryl working.
Sure enough, there he was, kneeling on the ground, greasy and dirty all over. Angel wing vest on his back, jeans, boots, unwashed and un-brushed hair. I stood there for a moment, taking in the image of him. I knew once he had his bike up and going, he'd be up and, gone too. Which wasn't exactly something I was looking forward to.
"You gonna keep starin' or are ya gonna come in?" he asked without even looking up at me.
Grinning to myself I walked into the garage, moving towards the table where some of the bike parts, and his tools, were set. Pulling myself up, I sat on a bare spot of the table he always left for me.
"How'd the kid go?"
"Good." I shrugged, knowing he was talking about Noah. "I think he's ready for our next run."
He grunted as he got to his feet, pulling his red cloth from his back pocket- the same one he'd had since the first time we met. "Good." moving towards the table, he looked at the parts. "You know when you're headin' out next?"
"Nope." I answered as my legs started to swing as they hung in the air. "Glenn hasn't really spoken to Aiden about it. Those two kinda don't like each other." I noted.
"I don't want you going out without-"
I cut him off, rolling my eyes. "Glenn. Yes I know. You've told me this before, Daryl."
He stopped looking through the parts and turned to look at me for the first time since I walked in. "You know I'm just worried about you. Won't be there. Don't know when I'll be back. Just wanna make sure you're a'right."
"I know that." I grabbed his hand, pulling him over to stand in front of me. "I'm just as worried about you leaving. Heck, I should be more worried than you, seeing as you'll be gone for days at a time. I'll be gone for a few hours, that's all. And I think we both know by now that I can handle myself." leaning forward, I placed a soft kiss on his lips.
When I went to pull back he moved closer to me, standing between my legs. His hands grasped my thighs as he pushed his lips against mine harder, and hungrier.
Grinning against him, I pressed my hands on his chest, pushing back. "As much as I would love to, I don't think now is the right time and place."
His eyes looked at me with a desire I knew all to well. "Come on." his grasp on my thighs tightened as he moved forward again, his lips leaving kisses and light nibbles on my neck.
I could feel myself melting into a puddle of my own need and want. Daryl had that kind of effect on me. One touch, whether it be a simple brush of his fingers against my skin, or a heated kiss pressed to my lips. Anything he did, everything about him, turned me into a helpless being filled with nothing but an insatiable hunger for him.
"Close the garage." I moaned as he contined his assult on my neck.
Those three simple words, an invitation to do his will, got him into action.
As he moved to close the garage door, I started to undress, pulling the stupid blush sweater I was wearing over my head, leaving me in a thin white tank, un-ripped jeans, and nude flats. Before I could continue to undress myself, he came back, moving my hands away from my shirt. Instead of pulling it over my head, he ripped the thin material, impatience getting the best of him. Throwing it on to the ground, I leaned back as he started to pull my pants and shoes off.
Once he stood in front of me again, I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer and pressing my lips against his, needing his touch, needing his taste.
I moaned as he grabbed me, pulling me along the table until I was pressed against the hard lump in his pants. In a haste, my hands began to work on his shirt buttons, clumsily undoing them.
His lips moved from my lips, down to my neck and shoulder where he no doubt left a mark. I didn't care though, all I cared about at that moment was getting him undressed.
As I pushed his vest and shirt off at the same time, his started undoing his belt and pants. It didn't take us that much longer before both of us were completely undressed. Grabbing my waist, Daryl pulled me closer, my legs wrapping around his waist before he pushed himself into me hard and fast as if he needed to be connected to me desperately.
The groan that came from him sounded like an animal's as he began to work himself in and out of me, hard and fast, wild and intense. Every time he pulled out I felt empty and incomplete, but the moment he pushed himself back in, all the way, pressing against the sweet spot he seemed to find every time, I found myself wondering how I hadn't passed out from pleasure yet.
"Oh, God!" I moaned, my head falling onto his shoulder as our bodies continued to slam and slap against each other.
He pushed into me with reckless abandon, his nails dug into my thighs as he breathed heavily in my ear, panting hard and fast.
I begged for more, needing him completely and absolutely. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling his head back so I could look him in the eyes. Everything inside me screamed for the sweet release I craved desperately..
He looked me in the eyes as our bodies continued to pounded against each other. The desire and passion and need in those eyes, boring into mine as if he wanted to dive into me completely, body, mind and soul. It did something to me, pushing me that little farther until I was over the edge, shaking as a volcano of pure bliss erupted inside me, rippling through my whole body starting from my core.
My head fell against his shoulder once more as I bit into his skin, muffling the wild noises that followed my orgasm.
The moment I was finished, my body no longer shaking as violently, Daryl pulled himself out, grabbing me and pulling me off the table before turning me around and bending me over. My hands grabbed the table for support before he pushed himself back into me, holding onto my waist as he worked himself hard and fast.
"Oh, my God!" my sensitive walls trembled with every thrust as my core readied itself for another release.
Pulling me up into an almost standing position, Daryl lifted on of my legs and set it on a box on the floor, angling himself so he could get deeper as he leaned forward , now holding me against his chest, his lips attacking the skin behind my ear.
"I need you." he mumbled, panting as he pushed himself harder into me. "Need..."
His hand come down, between my legs, spreading my folds. With a light flick against the small button he found there, I felt my legs turn to jelly. Holding me against him in a tighter grip, keeping me standing, Daryl's finger began to work the nub, pulling me towards the edge once more.
He made a noise at the back of his throat as he pushed himself into me once more before I felt the familiar sensation of him emptying himself. His head fell against my shoulder as he rode it out. His finger still worked me, though he'd lost his rhythm with his release.
It didn't take long before everything inside me exploded again. I cried out as the ripples ran through my body once more. When they eneded I was left with nothing. A moment of complete blankness. My head became a foggy mess as all I could feel was the aftermath of our mistrasions.
When I came back to reality I somehow got myself back onto the table- or maybe Daryl had put me there. Either way I knew I was going to be a hopeless mess of sweaty and useless limps for a while now.
Leaning forward, Daryl pressed his lips against mine in a tender and sweet kiss.
I smiled weakly as he pulled back. "I love you."
"Hmm." he nodded, his hand coming to brush some hair out of my face. "I love you, too." stepping back, he grabbed our clothes, setting them on the table next to me. "You should get dressed." he suggested, handing my underwear over, taking them from him I still held my lazy smile.
When he went to turn, I stopped him. "Wait." lifting a hand I gestured him to come closer with my finger. As he did so my smile grew. Leaning closer I kissed him once more. "Mmm." I hummed happily. "That's better."
Grinning he pressed one last kiss on my lips before stepping back and moving to get dressed.
RPOV
Aly ran up to me as I did my rounds, moving to hide behind my legs. I looked down at her, concerned.
"You okay? What's wrong?" I asked as I crouched down to her level. "Did something happen?"
I was in protection mode. Aly was practically Vickie's daughter, I'd do anything to keep her safe. Though the fact she was practically my granddaughter didn't change that. I'd protect her even if she was just a little girl in our group.
She giggled, pointing behind me.
Turning I saw Tara looking around, Houdini, sniffing the ground next to her. The dog lifted his head in our direction before he ran towards us, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, tail wagging happily.
Tare followed the dog, smiling herself. When they reached us she stopped, hands on her hips. "I found you."
Aly moved from behind me as I stood and watched them. She shook her head, looking up at Tara. "Nuh-uh. That's not fair. Dini found me, not you. It's cheating."
Tara just shrugged. "I still found you." she grinned.
I cleared my throat, both of them turning to loo at me. "So... you're playing?"
"Yeah." Tara nodded. "Aly wanted to play hide and go seek."
Grinning to myself I nodded, looking away. I'd honestly thought Aly had been in trouble or in danger. I automatically thought the worse, I guess it's imprinted on my mind to think that way now, though.
Aly tugged on my jacket, causing me to look down at her. "Rick, we're gonna go now. Kay?"
I just gave a simple nod. "Okay. Just be safe, and be careful."
"Okie dokie." Aly smiled widely before turning to Tara and tagging her leg. "You're it! You're it!" she giggled before running off, Houdnin following her.
Tare smiled as if she'd had enough, but the smile on her face told me she was having just as much fun as the girl. "I'm gonna get ya." she called before running off as well.
Shaking my head I watched as they run off and disappeared. Maybe things are going to work out here...
VPOV
I had left Daryl a little while ago so he could continue working on his bike without any distractions. With nothing to really do, I found myself in the living room, looking out the window, Judy in my arms as I feed her some milk.
"Now, that's a view."
I turned to see dad walking into the house, pulling his jacket off and hanging it by the door. I smiled at him, adjusting my hold on Judith. "We've been bonding lately."
He nodded, coming to stand next to me. "I've noticed." he looked down at her, smiling.
It was a rare smile, one I recognized from the days before everything fell apart. He'd looked at baby Carl like that- I assume he looked at baby me like that. Times when we'd all been together, as a family, and everything was good... He'd smiled like this, then too.
"I just saw your daughter running around. She's got Tara playing hide and go seek." he grinned, his eyes coming up to meet mine.
It was still a little odd, hearing people call Aly my daughter, but I knew she was. I guess I'd adopted her. She hardly ever called me Vickie anymore, always mum or mummy now. Though Daryl was still Daryl to her. I wondered if she saw him as her dad.
"You've always been good with kids." he noted.
I shook my head. "I don't know about that."
"No, really. When Carl was born, your mother and I were worried you wouldn't like him- it's normal for older siblings to get jealous. But with you? The moment you saw him, you looked up at Lori and me and you told us you'd keep him safe forever. It didn't surprise me when you wanted to be a teacher. And then back at Atlanta, with Sophia-"
I looked down at the ground, feeling a stab to the heart at the mention of Sophia...
His hand rested on my shoulder. "I know you still blame yourself for that, and I know there's nothing that can be said or done to change your mind. But you have to know, she loved you like a sister. You cared for her and Carl, even during the mess of everything falling apart. You've always been like that. And in a world like this- when most people have given up on helping the weak and vulnerable- you still put Aly before yourself." he nodded. "It's one of the reasons I'm proud of you."
I smiled lightly. "Thanks dad." stepping closer I wrapped my free arm around him in a hug.
The front door burst open as Aly came running in, grinning from ear to ear. "Look at me! Look at me mum!" she giggled.
I shook my head, looking at her from head to toe. She was covered in mud, tracking it into the house as she ran towards the kitchen.
"Here." I handed Judith back to dad. "I should take care of her." I nodded towards Aly.
He grinned, taking my sister. "You need anything I'll be be here."
"Thanks." I smiled down at Judith once more before moving towards the kitchen where I found Aly a glass of water in her hands. "Come on you." I nodded over my shoulder. "Let's get you in the shower."
Setting the glass down of the bench she moved towards me. "Can I have a bath?"
"Sorry, but I don't know how much water we can use. So for now, we're just using the shower. 'Kay?" I finished as she stopped infront of me.
She nodded and grabbed my hand. "Okay, but I want the pretty smelling shampoo."
I smiled down at her. "Deal."
...
Aly's shower had been simple. I'd just made sure she was all clean, the mud gone and her hair washed. As much as she still wanted to play after, I told her she had to stay home, it was going to be dark soon and I didn't like the idea of her running around the streets this late. So she had chosen to grab the few toys she had and play in her room.
That meant I could have my own shower. Which I had. Now I stood in my, towel wrapped around me, hair dripping over my shoulder as I looked through my drawers trying to find some pajamas to wear.
The sound of the door closing had me jump and turn. Hand pressed against my chest I smiled at Daryl. "You scared me half to death."
He looked down at the ground as he moved towards me. I knew he was nervous in an instant, we could easily read each other. But I couldn't help wonder why he was nervous...
"Daryl, you okay?" I asked, head tilted slightly as I stepped closer to him.
Nodding, he lifted his hand and chewed on his thumb nail, a habit he had when he was deep in thought. "Vic, I love you."
"I love you-"
He shook his head, cutting me off. "No, you don't get it. Before all of this, back before everything fell apart, I never loved anyone like this. There was me and Merle, that's it. I was nothin', no one. Didn't know any better. Even if I was with girls, none of them liked Merle." he looked at me then. "You did."
I gave a simple shrug. "He wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be."
"See, right there. That." he shook his head.
"What?" I frowned, confused. The way he was acting, it was as if I'd done something wrong...
"You see the good in people. You're a good person. First time we met, I tried to hurt your dad. Hell, wanted to kill him. Wasn't exactly nice to you either. But, you trusted me. You liked me. You're nice like that. You took care of Carl and Sophia; and you blame yourself for what happened to her. You forgave Shane." I opened my mouth to speak, to argue that point, but he went on before I could. "Don't. I know you did.
"Didn't want us to kill Randal. Even tried savin' him." he lifted his hand, running a light finger over one of my scars that were showing. "You were taken by men who hurt you, and you fought 'em off. Spent eight months on your own. You tried to help the prisoners. Risked yourself to save your mum, Carl and Maggie. Didn't give the prison up when the Governor had you. Forgave me when I came back after leaving. You saw Aly and you took her in. After everything the Woodbury people did, you took her in. You spent every day since then takin' care of that lil' girl. You were dying with that flu, and you still fought for the prison. You were shot, and gettin' over bein' sick, but still got Zack, Aly and the dog to safety. You took care of them.
"You and Carol saved the rest of us. Ran into Terminus and broke the place apart. Stopped me from killing Noah. Were taken to Grady, beaten up from the van accident, and you still didn't give in to them. You-" he stopped himself for a moment before going on. "You let that cop do things to you, to make sure Carol was kept alive. We were all dying, starvin' with no water, but you carried Aly on your back. Made sure no one hurt the dog. Now were here, in a town where people got no idea how to take care of themselves. Most of us, we're not settlin' like you.
"I see what they see. Dressed all clean and nice, hair washed and neat. Smilin' at everyone like there ain't nothing wrong, like last few years never happened. But I can tell. There's a look in your eyes, and I know. It would take you second to turn into the woman you were out there. I know you're not the sweet girl you they think you are. You're not the wild girl were back when we found you, either. You're both. You're Victoria Grimes. The woman who changed me. The woman I love." he reached into his pocket. "Beth was right." pulling his hand out and opening it, he showed me a small and simple silver ring with a tiny diamond on it. "Never thought I'd do this." he mumbled to himself.
I'd been shocked enough to hear him say all of that. Daryl, he wasn't one for talking too much. He kept things simple. One look from him and I knew exactly what he was thinking, feeling and wanting. We could read each other perfectly. There's certain things only I know about when it comes to Daryl. There's certain things only Daryl knows about when it comes to me. The connection we have, it gives us something special. I'd be lying if I wasn't grateful for the world ending.
"I told you, that mornin' at the CDC, that you were stuck with me. That I wasn't goin' anywhere. I meant it, Vic. Meant every word."
Looking down at the ring I felt more shocked than ever before. "Daryl are you-" my words got stuck for a moment before I could finally managed to speak again. "Are you doing what I think you're doing? Are you asking me to... you know?"
"Ain't getting on my knees or nothin'." he shrugged.
I shook my head, throwing my arms around his neck. "I don't care. Knees or no knees, it doesn't matter."
He pulled me back, looking down at me. "Don't wanna make a big deal 'bout it. Don't want no party or nothin' like that."
I gave him a sweet smile. "I don't think those things really happen anymore... Or well maybe here they do." I noted.
He shook his head. "Don't want that. Just want you to be mine."
"I was always your's." I noted, feeling my heart swell as I looked into his eyes, seeing how nervous he was.
Dressed in a towel, my hair dripping, while he was a mess from working on this bike all day... we did not look dressed for the occasion. He was older than me. He was a dirty, tough red neck, I was a simple small town girl. We didn't match, not in the world before. We were oppostites. Yet at the same time we weren't.
"Yes."
He looked surprised. "What?"
"Yes." my smile widened.
His eyes lit up and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. There was nothing sweet or soft about the kiss though. It was as if my answer let out the animal in him. And soon enough my towel, his clothes, and the ring, were all forgotten.
...
Laying on the bed, blanket covering me, my head in Daryl's lap I looked up at the ring on my finger. "So, am I Mrs Dixon?" I asked, turning my head to look up at him.
He was sitting on the bed, the blanket covering most of his legs. Hair messier than usual, smoke in between his lips. He looked sedated and relaxed. More relaxed than I'd seen him in awhile. It was actually pretty sexy, his I-just-had-wild-and-intense-sex-for-the-second-time-today look.
Shrugging, he took the cigarette out from his lips. "You wanna be Mrs Dixon?"
"I don't know..." I looked back to the ring again. "Victoria Dixon... Victoria Grimes... Victoria Grimes-Dixon... Victoria Dixon-Grimes... Which one sounds right to you?"
"Vic." he answered.
Grinning I looked up at him again. "That's not helping."
"Don't care what you wanna be called. Don't care if you take my name or not. Just care that you're mine."
"I was always your's. And you were always mine."
"Don't you forget it." he grinned, leaning down and kissing me softly.
I sighed, content and happy. Shifting I rolled over so I was facing him, watching as he continued to smoke. It was funny how that didn't bother me. Before everything had happened, when I was still just a college girl, I hated smokers. I even stopped being friends with a girl I'd known since I was a toddler, just because she started smoking. But when it came to Daryl, I didn't mind. In fact I had never really given it a second thought.
"So where did you get this ring?"
He shrugged, looking down at me. "After you left the garage today, I went outside the gates for an hour or so. Hunted some rabits for Aaron. Came across a walker, saw this on her finger, thought of you. Remembered how you said you wanted something from me for when I go away."
"So you stole a dead person's ring? You killed a walker and took it's ring off it's dead, gross finger?"
He hesitated before answering. "Yeah..."
Laughing, I sat up, pressing my lips against his. "God I love you."
I didn't care where he got the ring from. I wouldn't have even cared if he'd given me something before he left or not. Everyone knew Daryl and I were together. But really, that didn't even matter. All that mattered was that Daryl knew how I felt about him, and I knew how he felt about me.
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