I love all the love and interest this story is getting! Daryl/OFC stories are often not read/reviewed very much so to get this is amazing!

For those not familiar with bike club terminology, a nomad is a club member not affiliated with a particular chapter, instead traveling between chapters (which can be spread worldwide) within a club.

"Hey, we gonna get somethin' ta eat on the way there?!"

Daryl yelled to Amber from the living room.

"There's usually pizza at the clubhouse on Friday's, other junk. Fix a sandwich if you're hungry." Amber's voice came from the bathroom now, along with that weird burning smell he couldn't place. They had come in the trailer thirty minutes ago and she had spent most that time digging in the back of her closet. Then after getting dressed in the bedroom (with the door closed, much to his chagrin) he had heard her move to the bathroom.

"Don't want a fuckin sandwich, want a burger." he grumbled, grabbing a tomato and loaf of bread from the counter.

"We could just not go!"

"Jus' hurry up!" How the hell did she hear him?

He was on his second tomato sandwich when she finally came into the living room, the heels making clicks against the old flooring. Daryl nearly choked when he looked up and had to grab his mason jar of sweet tea to wash it down.

This...this wasn't what he was expecting. Amber smirked at him as he wiped his hands on his jeans and made his way cautiously over to her. She was wearing black jeans that were even tighter than the ones she had worn to Jake's. A pair of the highest heels he had ever seen rose up into leather boots that went above her knees. And then on top...fuckin' hell. He didn't know what the name for that was. It didn't have any straps or sleeves or nothin'. It was pink, coming up to curve over the swell of her breasts, doing something to push them up and together that made his hands itch. A pair of angel wings was on the front in black, along with a couple of red roses. Two delicate silver chains hung from the bottom of the front to loop up over and attach on the top above her right hip.

Daryl's eyes finally made it to her face. He had never seen Amber wear make up and wasn't really sure if he liked it or not. Now, it was hot, hot as hell. But it made her look different. She had lined her eyes in black, the lids a shimmery grey that faded to silver at her brow bone. The lashes were so long that he thought he could see them brush her lower lid when she blinked. It all made her eyes look so green that they didn't even look real.

Daryl walked around Amber slowly. Her hair, she had done something to it. It was perfectly straight now, hanging like a sheet of black silk to the middle of her ass. His hand came up and brushed it away from her back. The top dipped down showing most of her back. But then he looked further down and lost it. The jeans were low on her hips and the top of her black g-string was visible for a couple inches as it came to the top of that sweet ass of hers and over to her hips.

"You gonna say something or just stand there looking at me like I'm dinner. Do I look alright?"

Alright? She had to be joking. She didn't look alright, she looked like a fuckin' wet dream...and there was no goddamn way she was wearing that out. Daryl crossed his arms across his chest and moved in front of her.

"Uh uh," he said, shaking his head, "Ya ain't wearing..." he waved his hand in front of her.

Amber pursed her lips. "I take that you don't like it."

"Fuck yeah, I like it. Makes me wanna bend ya over that counter and fuck ya blind. Just like every other man there tonight will want to. Now go change or put somethin' on over it or somethin'."

"No." Amber crossed her own arms, mirroring his stance. She knew he would be like this, now he knew a little of how she felt when he got off that bike at Norm's.

"Tha fuck ya mean, no." Daryl narrowed his eyes at her.

"I'm wearing it. Trust me there will be other women there with a lot less on than this."

"Them other women ain't my..." he hesitated then, a mild look of panic on his face. Amber raised her eyebrow and smirked in amusement.

Your what?

"Just go change!" he finally barked, and flopped down on the couch. Amber sunk down beside him.

"Daryl, either we can talk this out or we can have another fight. It's up to you."

"Fuckin tired a talkin." he mumbled from around his thumbnail.

"Me wearing this is just like what your wearing, it's part of it."

He sighed, "Yer gonna make me kick somebodies ass there t'night."

"No, I'm not. Rules of the clubhouse. They can look, they can talk, but they can't touch me without my permission. And their's only one man who has that."

Daryl snorted. "Really? Who would that be?"

Amber turned and laid down on the couch with her head and shoulders in Daryl's lap.

"This new prospect. He's kinda badass."

"I ain't badass." One of his hands found her breast and she arched her back. She felt his cock dig in between her shoulders and knew she had Daryl right where she wanted him.

"I need to give you the outline of how the club works before we leave."

Daryl sighed and lay his head back on the back of the couch. It was clear he wasn't getting any before they left, even if he gave in and let her wear that get up.

"Like I said, they can talk, just can't touch. You can't punch somebody just because they say the words Amber and titties or ass in the same sentence."

Daryl grunted. That just wasn't being fair.

"Look at is this way, daddy's probably going to have all the guys out there going nuts over your new bike. That will make you feel proud, right?"

Daryl shrugged. He had never had anything to be proud over until lately.

"Same thing Daryl, somebody says 'Amber's got a sweet rack', you just smile and say 'Yep, she does.' It's just like the bike."

"No it ain't. I ain't fuckin' my bike." The serious look on his face and the absurdity of his statement sent Amber into a fit of the giggles.

After a few moments she recovered, going on to outline the layout of the club. There was a large main room with a bar, the meeting room, and several side rooms with beds for members to stay the night if they got too drunk to ride. Her brother would be there, but he usually stayed with his usual entourage of wanna be prospects and skanks. As long as Daryl stayed with Barry and Norm he would be fine. Amber would hang out with her mom and Kaye until Daryl made the rounds and then they could be together for a while before leaving. This wasn't the usual night for a meeting of the officers but with the new threat they would probably go ahead.

After she finished, they made their way to the clubhouse. Despite not liking Daryl being a prospect, Amber relished being on this new bike with him. It was fast, smooth. The level seat allowed her to get closer to him. She could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself, feeling out exactly how it handled and responded.

When they pulled up, he parked at the end of the long row of bikes. Amber ran her hands through her hair to set it to rights after wearing the helmet. Daryl was standing there watching her, a smirk on his face.

"What?"

"Nothin'."

"What is it? Tell me!" she demanded.

Daryl grinned, "Jus didn't know ya was such a bad biker bitch."

"Yeah, well now you do. C'mon, prospect." Amber gave Daryl a smack on the ass as she passed him, headed toward the door. He followed behind wide eyed. Seeing how she moved in this world outside the farm was so...so something, he couldn't really name it. It was exciting and a little scary at the same time. He caught up with her right out side the door, and his hand moved to the small of her back without a conscious thought. The other couples passing them were hanging all over each other, it was the least he could do. A huge black man, bigger than Dogg stood to the side of the door. He smiled hugely as soon as he saw Amber.

"Hey, Little Bit!

"Tyreese!" She threw her arms around his neck and Daryl stiffened until he made sure the big fuckers gigantic hands didn't stray from the safe zone of her mid back.

She introduced them, making sure she emphasized he was one of her many 'Uncle's' just like Norm. Daryl was glad she had more than him watching over her, but he still couldn't be comfortable with her being surrounded by so many men.

"Carol's tending bar tonight, she'll be glad to see you." Tyreese said as they made their way in. The music was loud, the bass almost tooth rattling. The main room was crowded, and Daryl fought the urge to head on out the door. Several heads turned their way immediately and his eyes fell to the floor. Amber must have sensed his tension because she took his hand. Daryl squeezed it without hesitation, needing a lifeline in this sea of strangers.

"Let's get you a beer before daddy grabs you."

Amber lead him to the bar, finding seats next to Debra and Kaye. They were talking with the bartender Carol, a pretty woman with short gray hair. She got him a beer and Amber her usual, Tennessee Honey over ice. At least now he had something to do with his hands.

Daryl let the women do the talking as he perched on the barstool watching the crowd. He didn't miss the fact that many of the men had run their eyes over Amber and he had to remind himself of what she told him earlier. There was one slimy looking fucker in the corner, though, that was asking for it. He had a ridiculous handle bar mustache that he kept fiddling with while he looked her over. Daryl shot him a glare and the guy practically tripped over himself getting out of his line of sight.

Daryl felt Amber's hand drift down to lay on his leg right above his knee and he jumped. She just kept talking to her mom and Kaye so he tried to relax. Then he caught sight of her brother.

Leon was on one of the couches that were arranged across the room. He had a woman on each side of him, and that was if you interpreted the term 'woman' loosely. The scantily clad whores reminded him of some of the ones Merle used to bring home, all bleached hair and plastic titties. One of them only had on top what looked like a tiny leather bikini top and every so often Leon would openly cop a feel while his tongue was in the other one's mouth. The whole thing made Daryl want to puke.

He looked up then and caught Daryl's eye. Leon's nostrils flared and his glare would have scared a lesser man. Daryl knew he was angry, didn't want him here. Then his eyes flicked down to Amber's hand on his leg. Daryl felt a rise in his gut. He could see the shadow of the week old bruise on Leon's jaw. Fuck him. He had already dropped the asshole once. Might as well piss him off a little more. The problem wasn't how he looked at Daryl, it was how he looked at his sister. Like she was no better than the skanks in his lap. It made Daryl want to mess his face up a little more. He had promised no fighting, but he could always fuck with him a little.

Daryl set his empty bottle on the bar and Carol immediately replaced it with a fresh one. Before he picked it up he turned on his barstool to Amber on the next, putting his knees on either side of her from behind. She was facing away, toward her conversation with the other women but he saw her smile when he moved around her. He let one arm go around her waist after a few seconds of reminding himself he could. She was his...well, she was just his. And if that big ass could practically fuck those skanks in front of everybody, Daryl could put his arm around her waist.

Amber linked the fingers of one of her hands with his that lay on her stomach and leaned back into his chest.

"You enjoying fucking with my brother?"

All three women looked at him with amused looks on their faces. Daryl went to jerk his arm back but Amber grabbed hold.

"Don't you dare. You back off and he wins this round." Debra said. Daryl looked at her and Kaye and realized they were on his side so he just tried to relax, looking like he was listening to their conversation as he nursed his beer, Amber lounging against him. Leon was staring a hole in him so he finally just gave him a smirk and flipped him off with the hand that was on Amber's stomach.

Fuck you.

Leon visibly tensed but didn't get up from the couch, continuing to let the skank twins (that's what Daryl was calling them in his head) work him over. One of them slipped her hand in Leon's pants. Daryl was pretty sure shit like that was supposed to be handled in the side rooms but didn't say anything, it wasn't his place. He just turned his head back to Amber. She must have noticed it when he did, though, because she spoke up.

"Mama, I think Leon needs a little reminder."

Debra took at her son and sighed. He heard her mutter what sounded like "nasty ass shit" as she hopped off her barstool and made her way across the room to her son. She was wearing one of those things like Amber (she had told him it was called a bustier) but hers was solid black. Debra's hair was short and he could see the angel wings tattoo that took up almost her whole back. She stood in front of her son, hands on her hips. Skank twin #1 had pulled her hand out of Leon's pants the second Debra arrived on the scene. Daryl couldn't hear what the woman was saying but could guess from the way her head was cocked. Leon mouthed back at her, and then gestured toward Daryl.

What was this shit? Surely Leon wasn't putting Daryl's arm around Amber's waist on the same level as getting jerked off in front of everybody.

Barry appeared at Debra's right and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, telling Leon to take it elsewhere. The man jumped up off the couch angrily and stalked off through a side door, two bleached blonde heads bobbing along behind. Then Barry turned toward the bar and nodded his head.

"Go on, Desperado. That's your cue." Amber said over her shoulder.

Daryl swallowed nervously and leaned over to grab his beer off the bar. Before he could stand Amber turned on her stool and fisted the front of his vest. She leaned in and kissed him quickly and hard, her teeth nipping his lower lip once before letting him go. He had just started to respond out of instinct when she let him go and he remembered where they were. The blush crept up his cheeks and he wanted to kick himself. Her brother was over there getting a hand job like it was nothing and he was embarrassed over a kiss. As soon as she let him go she went for her drink, finishing it off and motioning Carol for another.

Kaye laughed. "Go, boy. The bosses are waiting."

Daryl nodded and gave Amber a hard look before heading over to where Barry and Norm waited. He took his beer with him, pretty sure some liquid confidence was going to be in order.

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Amber had watched as Barry and Norm ushered Daryl outside, several other members in tow. Of course, they were going to go drool over his new ride first. Good, she thought, it would boost his confidence. God knows the man needed it. The 'piece of trash' remark in Kaye and Norm's bathroom that afternoon had almost killed her.

But him fucking with Leon had been a welcome surprise. Apparently, a couple beers and a big asshole was all it took for Daryl to come into himself a little. That was good too, she wanted him to stake his claim. If he was dead set on being a Demon, he would have to be able to walk in this world easier than he did on the outside.

"Earth to Amber!"

"Oh, what?" she answered Kaye as her Mama looked on grinning.

"Your Mama asked you a question girl. How is it?"

Amber didn't have to ask what "it" they were talking about. These two were worse than Maggie.

"None of y'alls business. That's how it is." Amber grinned into her drink. She wasn't giving up the information that easily. Plus, she knew Daryl was a private man. But it wouldn't hurt to buck up his image a little in that department too.

"Ooooooh, that grin says it girl. I bet it's gold plated and got three speeds." Amber practically spit her drink out as her mother fell across the bar laughing at Kaye.

Amber finally stopped choking enough to address her. "Shit, Kaye! Really?" Amber didn't have any problems talking sex with her mom, she was like a sister as was Kaye. Unruly older sisters with dirty mouths. She had just surprised her.

Both women leaned in. "Start talking. Before they come back in."

Amber smirked. "He's the best I've ever had. He's...intense. Like all shy and stuff until we get alone and then...bam."

"Bam, huh." Kaye said, leaning back "Sounds like Norm. Used to, he couldn't hardly talk in public. Then next thing I know he's got me bent over the kitchen table."

Amber laughed and shook her head. Her mom went to open her mouth and Amber put her hand up. "Uhuh, no way, I don't want to hear about Daddy. That's where I draw my line."

"Then give us details!" Kaye prodded, "Like is he a good kisser?"

"The man can work miracles with his mouth, let's just put it that way."

Both women nodded and the grew wide eyed a second later. "You mean.." Kaye raises an eyebrow while Debra bounced on the edge of her seat.

"Yes. A lot. Like he loves to, all the time."

"Oh!" both women exclaimed and leaned back against the bar.

"You lucky little bitch." her mother sighed dreamily.

Their conversation was interrupted when Daryl, Barry, and the group with them rambled in the door. Amber was relieved, she didn't want to share any other information at the moment. Barry slung his arm around the younger man's neck and pulled him to the bar. To Amber's delight, she only detected a small flinch in Daryl. The beer must be kicking in. The group settled at the far end of the bar and she was able to observe without him knowing.

Barry ordered a round of shots and he and Norm flanked Daryl as they kicked them back along with the other men. She was still pretty pissed at her father and 'uncle' but she deeply appreciated the effort they were making to help him fit in. After a third round of shots, Daryl said something that cracked all the other men up and she felt as if her heart would burst. He had smiled, an actual smile, like teeth and everything. Not a smirk, not a grin, a smile. He was maybe half lit, and it hadn't been directed to anyone, just down at the bar, at himself. But it was there.

Then the group moved down the bar and Barry, Norm, and Daryl stopped at their respective women.

"Goin' out back to the firing range?" Debra asked.

"Yeah, gotta see how the boy handles that new gun I bought him today." Barry answered, surprisingly clear despite the alcohol he had consumed.

"Great, a bunch of drunks handling guns." Amber said sarcastically.

"Ain't drunk." Daryl said in her ear right before his arm wrapped around her waist from behind. She felt one of his fingers of the other hand slip under the string of her underwear and then tug back. Amber almost jerked in her seat when her panties pulled against her.

She was going to kill that sexy drunk sneaky bastard.

Thankfully her father and Norm were involved in a discussion with their wives at the moment. She went to turn around to glare at Daryl but he tugged on the string again. Her fingers grabbed the edge of the bar. It wasn't alot of sensation , but it was enough, since she had no hair down their to interfere.

"Gonna teach ya not ta wear this shit." he breathed, only she could hear him over the loud music.

Amber turned her head enough to whisper sweetly "Fuck you."

"Yep." Another tug.

Her daddy and Norm finished up before it could go any further.

"C'mon. Let's see how ya handle that piece." Norm said, nodding toward the back door.

Amber was quite sure he could handle his piece just fine, thank you very much. And she was going to make him prove it as soon as possible.

Daryl moved to follow the other men outside and gave her ass a slap as he passed. He was at least sober enough to look a little sheepish when Debra and Kaye hooted in approval.

They had been gone twenty minutes when Kaye and Debra went to the bathroom, leaving Amber alone down at her end of the bar with Carol. The woman was setting out clean glasses as Amber watched absentmindedly from the other side of the bar. She felt a hand slide over the ass of her jeans.

"Didn't stay gone long, did you Desperado?" she asked without turning. The hand slid across and down to her thigh, Amber's own hand went to cover it and she froze. The fingers under hers weren't hot and calloused, they were clammy and smooth.

This wasn't Daryl.

She swung around on her barstool. This was that strange guy she had seen Daryl glaring at earlier. She glanced down at his vest seeing the nomad patch.

"Hey, pretty thing. Wanna take a ride?" His mustache twitched when he talked.

Before it could occur to her to do anything he was snatched away to her left. She heard a thump and jerked around in time to see Carol come up on the bar, one knee on the counter behind. She had the nomad by the hair and shoved his head down on the bar before pulling her knife from her belt to press it to his throat.

"I see you're a nomad, and don't know the rules of this chapter, prick." The tiny woman growled. "So, I'm not gonna cut your throat just yet."

Amber yelled to the people closest to her, "Get Tyreese!"

The nomad was practically pissing himself, watching Carol fearfully. She continued "In this chapter, nobody touches any woman unless she says you can. Plus, that's the presidents daughter and I KNOW you saw her with that mean as hell prospect." Amber was pretty sure Carol just threw her a wink.

"S-sorry." he stammered.

Carol released him just as Tyreese came lumbering up, his voice booming. "What the hell is going on?!"

The nomad turned to Tyreese. "Shit, man, y'all didn't tell me ya had the dyke from hell workin' the bar."

The poor stupid guy returned to the bar, now held facedown by a huge ebony hand on the back of his neck. This had grown comical, Amber had her hand over her mouth to hide the giggles and Carol had a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Excuse me?!" Tyreese barked. "What the fuck did you just say?"

The nomads reply was muffled by his nose and lips being mashed against the bar. Good thing, the more this dude talked the worse it got for him.

"Let me tell you something about that lady behind the bar, nomad." Tyreese bent down to the guy's ear. "She likes her men just like she likes her coffee. Tall, black, and strong. You catchin' me?"

"Ew snit." came the reply from the face smashed on the bar.

Oh shit was right.

Carol's hand fell on Tyreese's shoulder and she shook her head with a smile. He looked over at Amber. "Up to you, little bit."

"He didn't know. Cut him some slack."

"You want me to get your daddy?"

"No!" she said quickly. The last thing she needed was Daryl trying to kill the idiot. This night was going to good for him right now.

Tyreese jerked the guy up and shoved him to the other side of the clubhouse ordering him to stay away from both women. The next time he stepped out of line he would be handed over to the president and his newest prospect.

Amber and Carol were still laughing over the incident when Debra and Kaye returned. They filled them in and all agreed it would be best if they didn't tell Daryl for now. She hopped off her barstool, headed to the bathroom.

She finished up in the small room at the end of the hall and flipped the light off after washing her hands. Her fingers traced down the wall in the dark hallway as she watched her step. Even back here the loud music filtered back into the side rooms.

Then an arm came around her waist and a hand clamped down over her mouth. Amber was jerked into a door to her right and heard it slam shut behind her and her attacker.