Footsteps of the Damned

Chapter 26 - Ties that Bind

Warning:

Rated S for smut, smut, smut. If you're not interested, you're going to miss a big chunk of the chapter ;P

"Six times?" Riley questioned as she followed behind Daryl.

After making sure Dale was alright, she finally agreed to head back to camp. He couldn't understand why she kept putting herself in these situations though. It's like she wanted to be killed.

"Four," he corrected, each time he'd saved her a fresh memory in his mind.

"That's it? I feel like I owe you a lifetime of servitude or something."

He smirked at the thought, he wouldn't mind that.

"So, are you planning on going to Camp Dixon for the night?"

The question made him pause for a moment and chuckle to himself. "Thats where my stuff is set up."

She was quiet as she opened the trunk of her van and grabbed a first aid pack.

"You, uh... could stay with me tonight," she offered, her voice holding some nerves. "If you want of course."

She hadn't turned around to ask, leaving her back exposed. Without a second thought, Daryl stepped forward and pressed himself against her, smirking at how her body reacted.

"You inviting me to your bed, Riley?"

He had intentionally kept his lips close to her ear, yet he hadn't expected the way her body shivered. It amazed him to no end that he could make a girl like her react that way.

Without a sound, she nodded, her hands no longer fiddling with the red pack she had found.

"Hey Riley, do you-"

Daryl took a step back as Andrea walked into view, her eyes widening slightly.

"-I, uh, sorry."

She turned to leave in a hurry, but Riley called her back. "It's okay, Andrea. What do you need?"

"Just wondering if you had any antiseptic... For Dale..."

She didn't say anything about the position the two had been in when she arrived, but the way she was watching Daryl made him agitated She wasn't just uneasy because of what she had seen, but because it was him. Why the hell did everyone have to act like that? Its none of their damn business.

"I've got a few wipes if that works for you," Riley informed as she pulled some from the pack.

She received a nod from Andrea before handing them over. Before stepping away though, Andrea leaned in closer to Riley and whispered something that only she could hear. Daryl hadn't heard a word of it, but the fact that she made sure he couldn't pissed him off. It either meant it was something personal or something about him. He was guessing the latter.

"We've gone over this already," Riley shot back in annoyance. "And it's really none of your business."

Andrea lifted her hands up to signal surrender as she backed away. "Alright, alright, sorry."

Once she was out of sight, Riley released the breath she had been holding and turned to Daryl, but he was walking off.

"Where are you going?"

He paused momentarily before shrugging. "To my tent to sleep."

"But I thought you were going to sleep here-"

"So the whole camp can have a reason to tell you I'm no good?" He snapped in annoyance. "Maybe you oughta liste-"

"Shut up."

"Excuse me?"

He walked up to her challengingly, but she didn't budge, even as he towered over her.

It was eerie silent for what seemed like forever before Riley punched him square in the chest and turned heel.

"Idiot."

He stood frozen to the spot, surprised and confused as hell as to what just happened. Had she actually just punched him and called him an idiot? And he did nothing? Had that really just happened?

He brought his hand to the spot her fist made contact and rubbed it slowly. It didn't hurt physically, but the fact that she had punched him made it more significant than pain would have. Riley wasn't passive, but at the same time, she used her words to fight- never her fists.

The slamming of the van's door snapped Daryl from his thoughts, bringing the van to his focus. She must have been inside by now, maybe wanting to be alone, but that didn't stop him from walking up to the vehicle. He wasn't done quite yet. Picking up the first aid kit she had taken out, he moved over to the side.

The van was dark when he opened the door, the silhouette of her figure laying down the only thing he could make out. He waited silently for a moment, noting how she had reclined the backseats to resemble a bed. Maybe she had done that for him.

She must have known he was there and she wasn't complaining, so he closed the door, placed the med kit down, and crawled in behind her, resting his hand on her hip.

"Why're you here?" She muttered in annoyance.

Her tone told him to leave, but she didn't move from his touch.

"Wasn't done talkin'."

She rolled over at his response and sat up, glaring down at him. "Well I was. How many times do I have to spill my guts to you 'cause you think you're 'no good'?"

She pushed her index finger against his chest as he sat up. "Is it too much to ask you to trust me when I tell you I want to be with you and that nothing they say matters?"

He stayed quiet as he listened, burning what she was saying into memory.

"Since when do the Dixons start caring about what others-"

Before she could finish, he put a hand behind her head and pressed his lips to hers. She was the best damn thing that's ever happened to him, even before all the walkers, yet every time she pulled him closer, he pushed her away.

"Done talking now?" She mumbled, her lips hovering over his.

He replied by pulling her closer and claiming her lips once more, her smile telling him it was the right answer.

After a moment, he parted from her lips and reached for the first aid kit, but she pushed it away with her foot and pulled him back to her.

"Can't let'em get infected," he mumbled, feeling her lips against his neck.

He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her nip gently at his skin. She obviously didn't care for the health pack and she was doing a damn good job of making him not care for it either.

It wasn't long before he had her on her back, his hand trailing along her side as he claimed her lips once more. They both needed this, a way to blow off steam after having to deal with all this Randall crap, and what better way to do it.

As soon as his fingers found the rim of her loose shirt, he couldn't resist letting himself explore her soft skin. It wasn't the first time he had marvelled at how soft her skin was compared to his calloused fingers and by no means did he plan for it be the last.

She let out a small sigh of pleasure as he worked his hand up her stomach and to her chest, pleasantly surprised to find that she was only wearing the shirt. A smirk worked its way to his lips as he parted and looked down at her. Her eyes had glazed over slightly as he ran his thumb over her nipple. Tonight, he'd take his time and make sure she enjoyed herself. He owed her that much and more.

With little effort, he slipped an arm around her back and lifted her slightly to slip the shirt over her head. Before her back hit the seat, his tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing a whimper from her lips. The sound only encouraged him and he let his hand trail down to her naval as he sucked and nipped at her breast.

He paused at the thin fabric over her hips and turned his head up, smirking slightly as her cheeks flushed.

"They're more comfortable to sleep in..." she mumbled, her body tensing as he ran his hand along her bare thigh.

"I'd imagine so," he teased.

Her legs had shifted closer to one another as a nervous reflex, but he caught her and moved between them. He wasn't going to let her get away that quickly. Truth be told, he had never given a girl this much attention, but he knew Riley deserved to be the first.

With every flick of his tongue and touch of his lips as he trailed down her body, she let out a soft moan, showing him that his efforts were not in vain.

When he finally reached the rim of her panties, he felt her hips lift up towards him, betraying her desire. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to take her right then and there, but he'd be patient, just for her.

He let his lips trail down her body before pausing just above her panties. He couldn't see what his efforts had done, but as he ran a finger along her center, he could feel her wetness through the thin fabric.

Another whimper from her lips and he slipped her panties down her legs before unceremoniously tossing them to the side. He felt her eyes in him as he slowly rubbed his finger against her warmth, then slid it past her lips.

His pants were becoming extremely uncomfortable as he listened to her moan, his finger slipping in and out of her slick center. Even through all her pleasure, she noticed his growing need for her and reached over to caress him through his jeans.

The contact drew a groan from his lips and he removed his finger from her. He knew what she wanted, but he wouldn't be done with her until she was begging for him.

They shared a look as he lifted his shirt over his head, then let her unbuckle his belt and strip him down to his boxers. As soon as she had the pants off of him, he claimed her lips once more and pushed her back down.

Her body squirmed as his finger re-entered her and he manoeuvred down her body as he had before.

She wanted him so badly and he knew that. It was driving him crazy.

He slid a second finger in, this time bringing his tongue down her front at an agonizing pace. She buried her fingers in his hair as her hips bucked towards him in anticipation. After what felt like forever for her, he finally ran his tongue over her clit.

God, how he loved the way her body shuddered in pleasure.

"D-Daryl-please-"

That was all he needed to hear to lose his composure. As fast as he could, he climbed out of his boxers and moved over her, pressing the tip of his penis against her entrance.

She was so wet and so warm as he pushed himself into her slowly, groaning in pleasure. He started slow at first, drawing his thrusts out for as long as he could, but when he felt her hips move against his, he lost his restraint.

His thrusts became harder and faster, her moans filling his ears. Never had a girl's voice push him closer to his peak as Riley's did, and never had sex felt so good than with her.

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax, but he wanted to feel her tighten around him, feel her orgasm drive his.

"Cum for me, Riley..."

She gasped and gripped onto his back, his husky voice pushing her over the edge to her climax. Her head fell back as he continued to thrust into her, his own climax taking over.

He didn't move off of her when they were finished, just hovered over her, trying to catch his breath. She was in a similar state, her chest raising with each breath, her eyes closed with a smile on her lips.

Fuck what the others thought. If she thought he was good enough for her, than that was all that mattered. To hell with them if they thought he'd give her up willingly.

Footnote:

Riley, you are one lucky girl ;P

Anyway, I'm sure everyone noticed that this chapter was in third person (or maybe you were too distracted lol), but that was only for this chapter. I just wanted to try my hand at it because I always write in first person and I figured a chapter like this might be better in third person.

Oh yeah, I forgot to wish everyone a happy thanksgiving yesterday, but I think most of my readers are from the US, so I guess I didn't miss it yet :P

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