Chapter Twenty-Nine

Daryl's POV

Daryl watched as Juliet danced outside his trailer in the rain. The ivory silk slip that had once belonged to her mother was all she wore. It had already soaked through the delicate material and he could see through it. The full moon laminated behind the clouds and he had the biggest hard on.

She was so beautiful in that moment, really in all moments, but in that moment, he couldn't help but think of the word "ageless" to describe her. He had often felt guilty for being so much older than she was and sometimes, he wasn't able to get past it, especially times when she acted her age. But those days were few and far between. He experienced Juliet as this ageless creature that mystified him. She was wild, like him, and like him, she would never be tamed.

He sipped his whiskey on the front porch. Being that it was summer, it was still warm despite the rain. He smoked his cigarette comfortably and took in the sight of the girl he loved dancing to no music, but creating her own music in the puddles.

Merle stepped out on the porch and shook his head. "She's crazy, yew know."

Daryl shook his head, ignoring his brother's comment.

"Her mother is bat shit crazy and she is too."

"Fuck off," Daryl hissed.

Merle laughed and walked back inside.

Juliet turned to look at Daryl and smiled. Her hair was almost down to her waist and when she shook it out, it made Daryl smile. She motioned for him to join her. He put out his cigarette and knocked back his whiskey. When he walked out from under the porch, he squinted his eyes to shield them slightly from the rain.

Juliet took him into his arms. "Dance with me," she whispered huskily into his ear.

Her hot breath sent shivers down his spine. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her into him. She let out a small gasp, which made his hard on even stiffer. "Fuck, kid," he said to her as she nuzzled his neck.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"I want you."

She stepped back and looked at him. "Here I am."

He grabbed her hand and started to pull her inside to fuck her senseless, but she held her ground. He turned to look at her, confused.

"Here I am," she repeated and dropped her slip off of her.

There she stood, naked in the rain in front of his trailer where his brother sat watching TV. He looked around before dropped his jeans. He kicked the wet, heavy material off his feet and picked her up. Juliet wrapped her legs around his waist as he gently laid her down on the wet grass. She cooed underneath his weight as he pulled his dick out of his boxers and slid it into her.

"You're so fucking wet," he said as he felt the inside of her.

She ran her hands down his back, underneath his shirt that clung to his body. "I always want you," she said into his neck.

He looked down at her as he moved his cock in and out of her. "I love you."

She arched her back so that he could go deeper inside of her and clung onto his wet skin. "I love you," she said softly.

The next morning, Daryl woke up first. Juliet was still fast asleep on his chest. He looked at his blue sheets, which were now stained in mud just like Juliet and he were.

"Hey," he said softly and kissed her forehead.

Juliet opened her eyes slowly and looked up at Daryl. "Hey," she said hoarsely.

"Some night."

She smiled. "Yeah, some night." She sat up and shook her hair out, now wavy and thick from air-drying. She looked at him over her bare shoulder.

Daryl propped himself up on his elbows and watched her. "Want some coffee?"

She nodded. "After," she started. "After you fuck me."

He shot his crooked grin at her, already feeling himself get hard. "Come here."

She shook her head and stood up. "I want you to fuck me a certain way."

He sat up, curious. "Alright."

She looked in his eyes. "I want you to pretend to rape me."

Daryl's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No fuckin' way"

"Please," she begged as she leaned over the bed.

Daryl gently pushed her aside and stood up. He grabbed a pair of dirty jeans from the end of the bed. "I ain't doin' it, Jules."

"Why not?" She demanded.

He looked at her and tossed his dirty jeans down. "There are a hella' lot of reasons why I ain't."

"Like what?"

He didn't want to say it, but he felt that he needed to so she would understand. "Because yew were raped, Jules."

She grabbed his hands in hers. "That's exactly why I want you to." She paused. "I trust you, I love you. I think if you did it, then maybe I would be okay."

Daryl brought her into his arms. Hearing her plead with him broke his heart. He covered as much of her bare back as he could with his hands.

"Jules…"

"Please," she begged. "I hasn't work before, but with you, I think it will."

He grabbed her shoulders and stepped backwards. "Before? Yew've done this before?"

She wiped some of her tears away and nodded. "A few times."

"With who?" He asked, even though he knew how had no right to.

She shrugged. "Men at bars."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead that had started to build up and turned his back to her. "That's… that's fuckin' crazy, Juliet." He heard her moving behind him and when he turned around, he saw that she was pulling a blue sundress over her head.

"So now I'm crazy?" She yelled.

Daryl shook his head. "No, Jules, yew' ain't."

"Oh I'm not? Either I am or I'm not, Daryl. Which is it?"

"I didn't mean it."

Juliet grabbed her sandals and started to walk out, but he grabbed her hand. She jerked away and when Daryl grabbed her hand again, she slapped him across the face. "Fuck you," she spat.

Daryl grabbed her by her shoulders and threw her on his bed. "Shut up," he said, his anger real, but his actions completely fictional.

Juliet propped herself up and tried to move, but Daryl pressed his weight on her. "Yew ain't goin' anywhere," he said.

"Oh what?" She asked. "You're going to do this now?"

Daryl grabbed her legs and pulled her into him. His erection pressed into her through his boxers. "I'm gonna' do whatever the hell I want."

Juliet gave a feeble attempt to push him off of her. "You want to rape me?"

He cocked his head to the side and pushed away his nausea. "I said whatever the fuck I want."

"Then do it."

He took out his dick of his jeans and as he looked at her, but couldn't bring himself to do it. She looked so broken under him and he didn't want to somehow damage her more than she already was. He dropped his hands to his side and stared down at her. He set back on his knees and shook his head. "I'm sorry, kid. I can't."

"Fuck you," she said as she crawled off his bed and grabbed her sandals. Daryl heard her stomp through the hallway and then the screen door slam behind her. He leaned over enough to be able to look out the window to see her grab her bike and pedal away. Out of nowhere, the nausea escalated and he vomited onto the floor under the window.

...

Daryl led Noah, the young man who said he knew Beth, back to the church. Carol was injured, hit by a car, and he had to get back to Grandy Memorial Hospital where she and Beth were being kept.

He had hoped Rick and Juliet would understand their absence. They had a lead on Beth.

Daryl encountered Michonne first. Rick joined then and Daryl filled both of them in on Beth and Carol. They made a plan to leave right away.

"Everyone alright?" Daryl asked, feeling guilty for leaving them for so long to defend themselves.

Rick nodded. "We just took care of them," he said referring to the dead bodies of the men and women from Terminus inside.

"Good," Daryl said. "Where's Jules? She alright?"

Rick looked around and then back at Daryl. "Juliet isn't here. We thought she was with you."

Daryl dropped his bag and shook his head. "No, she ain't." His voice started to shake. "Where is she?"

Rick scratched his beard, his eyes expressing worry. "We'll find her."

Daryl assigned groups for the search and they spent the entire day searching with no prevail. He walked around the woods, looking for clues, trying to track her, but there were so much foot traffic going to and from the church the last day that it was nearly impossible.

Carl was following Daryl when Daryl turned around quickly. "When was the last time you saw her?" He asked for the hundredth time.

Carl gave him the same response everyone else had.

Daryl nodded, feeling nauseated and distraught. He had wondered if someone from Terminus had gotten to her.

"Juliet can take care of herself," Carl said. "She's tough."

That made Daryl smile for a few seconds. "I know.

Rick approached the two. "Daryl, I hate to ask, but we need to get Carol and Beth out of there."

Daryl's smile faded and he shook his head. "No, I ain't gonna' just leave her."

"I understand, brother," Rick said softly. "But I can't do this without you." He paused. "We will come right back."

Daryl shook his head.

"We don't know where Juliet is, but we do know where Carol and Beth are. They need us too."

Daryl looked around and walked past Rick and Carl. "If we're goin', let's get movin'."