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An illness is spreading throughout town. It starts a few days after a man shows up at the gates asking for respite. His name is Roger and he doesn't seem sick when he enters. An older man with terribly greasy hair and tanned leather like skin, he has been on the road since the beginning. No one feels he is dangerous but as it turns out there are more dangers than just acts of violence or subterfuge. He is a walking time bomb just waiting to go off.
He is the first to fall ill and soon others began to show symptoms. The elderly and then the children are the hardest hit. The town doctor, Philip believes it's a flu virus. It starts with a fever, sore throat and a deep cough. As it progresses the sufferer gets severe body aches, chills and eventually vomiting. They are all placed in a larger home, quarantined from the others. The town's medical supply is dwindling because of the amount of antibiotics and IV fluids being used to keep the sick hydrated.
Jameson, Daryl, John and Sam are making a run back to the large office building with multiple doctor offices and a walker filled elevator shaft. Jameson is confident they can get in and out now that they know what to expect. They are hoping no one else has discovered the large medical cache there.
The drive there is tense as it is the first major run since the failed ammo supply trip. Daryl is watching Jameson out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He knows she is adjusting fine and isn't suffering from obvious anxiety, well obvious to anyone else that is. Daryl can see the jumpiness in her eyes, the constant glancing at review mirrors, the tapping of her finger against her rifle grip. To be honest he is feeling just as much tightness in his chest. The thought of running into the aggressive group again is in the back of his mind. A sharp sensation that makes him rub his neck and chew his cheek for distraction.
Finally pulling up to the large building they enter using the stairwell. Everything looks the same but they are moving as if it were the first time entering the structure. Daryl takes point with John while Jameson hangs back with Sam. She wants to properly train the girl to make runs and clear buildings. Sam spent time on her own but has never gone into a large building like this to scavenge.
They get to the appropriate floor and Jameson takes a knee to pick the lock. After a few quick movements the lock clicks and Daryl listens for shuffling. After silence follows their knocking the group enters quickly. Daryl uses a handheld flashlight while Jameson uses her rifle light. Daryl signals Jameson and the others on the direction needed after he looks at the small plaque directing foot traffic to office numbers. The first office is a general practitioner so antibiotics are found easily. The office luckily has their own small pharmacy for patients so the group finds a good stock of commonly used prescriptions. They even find doses of flu shots, which may or may not work since flu strains vary so frequently. Hoping for the best they take everything they can find.
When they finish up inside the first office they move quickly through the hallways to the next stop. Luckily it's on the same floor but it is on the opposite side of the building. Daryl pauses at a corner when he hears the groans of the undead. Peeking around the corner he finds a handful of walkers stumbling along the now filthy carpet. Holding up his fist and then flashing the group five fingers he maneuvers to take out the first approaching dead. Jameson fires of three quick headshots while he kills the last body with his hunting knife. The bodies all fall heavily making Jameson cringe at the noise. Standing still for a long moment listening for other walkers the group watches for Daryl's signal to move on. They slide passed the fallen dead and find the door they are searching for. This medical practice is a small outpatient surgical center. Jameson knows they will find plenty of IV fluids as well as other medications and equipment. They also take all the hand sanitizer and cleaning products to help prevent the spread of the sickness.
John and Daryl watch the door while Jameson takes Sam to search the offices storage. She shows her the best approach for scavenging and describes the items they need most of and the items that are worth taking. With full heavy bags they move out of the tiny office and into the hallway. Back tracking Daryl has them maneuvering over the pile of dead they had already taken care of and toward the staircase they came in. As they turn the last sharp corner they find even more shuffling dead.
"Fuck," he grunts before motioning them to retreat to the other direction. The group jogs through the twisting hallways away from the pack of groaning dead. Jameson looks back to see a rather large crowd forming behind them. It's amazing to her that they just seem to appear out of nowhere sometimes.
"Take a left and hit the exit door," she shouts at John who is jogging in front with Sam. Daryl glances at her with a questioning look but she only replies with a smirk. The group gets to the door and burst through it to find themselves in a parking garage. Daryl and John push on the door to get it to close on the small horde following them. The groaning and thumping echoes into the large cement structure. Jameson clears her throat, "Well that was fun."
Walking away Jameson looks at the road below and sees a lot of corpses wandering the streets. "Damn, streets gettin' full." She remarks over her shoulder before walking to a mini van parked a few spots away. Inside the van a walker slams its face against the glass, the dark congealed blood smearing back and forth as it tries to reach Jameson. She sets her large bag down and pulls her knife out. Yanking the door open she slides her blade into its rotten skull, pulling the body out of the car before removing the blade.
"Whatcha thinkin'?" Daryl asks while looking down at the road below.
"Gonna get us a car in case we can't get to ours." She said while turning the keys hanging in the ignition. The car stutters before it roars to life. Jameson smirks and looks at the gas tank. "Got enough to get back home if we need to."
Daryl looks at the drivers seat and then back at Jameson. She wrinkles her nose at the gore that is embedded in it from the walker being locked in for god only knows how long. "You wanna drive?" she asks with a smile. Daryl shakes his head and frowns, "No fuckin' way. s'all you darlin'."
Groaning she slides the door open and loads her bag while the others climb in. Jameson sits down gingerly but can feel the ooze soaking into her jeans almost instantly. There's even a bit of a squishing sound when her weight finally settles. Jameson gags at the smell and sensation. "Fuckin Christ," she grunts while backing the car up. "Don' laugh at me Dixon." She grumbles while seeing Daryl cover a smirk. A gruff chuckle is emitted but he calms down as they take turn after turn down the empty parking garage.
Once on the bottom floor they see the security gates are lowered and Daryl climbs out to break the lock. After a few moments he's gets it open and out of the way. Daryl hops in quickly as the dead start shuffling their direction. Jameson circles the block to the alley they parked in and find the car undisturbed and accessible despite the large crowd wandering the streets. Daryl and Jameson hold off the corpses while Sam loads their supplies and John siphons the gas from the mini van. After a few tense moments they all load into the SUV and head out. Jameson is sulking in the seat because her pants are soaked in gore and all she can smell is rot. "Need a change of clothes darlin'?" Daryl asks, his lip twitching.
"Fuck you Dixon," she grumbles laying her head against the window, watching the city pass by. His deep laughs reaches her ears and she can't stop the smile that slides on her face. It's impossible not to smile when Daryl laughs loud enough to be heard. It's rare and wonderful.
'Fuck I love this man' she thinks while biting her lip and looking at his sexy profile.
Sam sits forward between the seats and asks, "Did I do ok?"
Jameson turns her head slightly to answer but Daryl speaks first, "Ya did good kid."
Sam smiles at the compliment from the gruff redneck. She knows Daryl doesn't hand out compliments frequently and is proud he felt she did well. Jameson smiles at him after seeing his flushed neck from speaking out. She reaches over to squeeze his thigh before turning around, "You followed directions and didn't freak out when we had to modify the plan. It was a good run."
Sam smiles wider and nods, "Feels good to get stuff we need."
Jameson replies, "It's good to have more people to help with runs like these. I'd be happy to bring you out again. We need level headed people." The girl seems happy with the compliment and offer. Jameson sees John squeeze her shoulder with a grin.
The rest of the drive home is quiet except for John and Sam talking about John's daughter Abby and all the hijinks she gets into. Even Daryl chuckles at a story about her refusal to eat green beans because of the Jack and Beanstalk story she read at school.
They pull up to the gates of Alexandria to be met by Rick with a doctor mask over his growing beard. Everyone in town is wearing medical masks now and taking great care to prevent germs being spread.
The run team has been gone all day and can see something else has happened in their absence. Rick shirt and arms are splattered with blood and there are three bodies covered in sheets lying near the medical clinic. Jameson pulls her bandana over her face and climbs out of the car.
"What happen?" Daryl asks as he slides his makeshift mask up also.
"Bob Miller died, hadn't checked in as sick. Turned overnight and killed his wife Natalie. Deanna went over to check on them and…" Rick says and looks at the third body on the ground. "I heard the screams from the clinic."
Jameson stares at the blood soaked sheet. Deanna was dead. She wasn't a fan of the woman but it was still saddening. No one deserves to be eaten by walkers.
"Why didn't he check in as sick?" She asks Rick. He shakes his head and shrugs, "No idea maybe he didn't want to get quarantined."
"Fuckin' asshole," Daryl grunts through his black bandana. "How many sick now?"
Rick scratches his head and says, "'bout fifteen I think. Seven dead, including these three. Roger passed this morning. Get everything we need?"
Daryl nods looking at John and Sam taking the bags into the clinic. "Even found flu shots," Jameson says, "I don't know if they'll work for the uninfected but hopefully."
Rick sighs and looks toward the sky before looking back at the two of them. "We gotta make sure everyone who's sick gets to quarantine. Go door to door with the Doc. Do checkups. Can't have this happenin' again," he looks toward the bodies. "Can you two accompany him in case he finds any trouble?"
Daryl grunts and says, "Ready when he is."
Jameson nods but says, "I need to change my pants first."
Daryl chuckles while she gives him the finger over her shoulder and walks away.
Phillip, Daryl and Jameson go door to door doing mandatory checkups. He checks for fevers, congestion or any other typical symptoms they have been seeing. They find one more coming down with the illness and escort them to the home being used for the sick. All of the patients are on IV antibiotics and fluids. The area with the patients is being guarded day and night. Rick doesn't want another incident like the prison when Carol took it into her own hands to put people down to prevent the spread. They also don't want someone to pass away and then turning.
All of the elderly who have become ill have passed. Their compromised systems are too weak to recover despite the medications supplied. The children who are not sick are being kept away from everyone in a clean home and the cleaning supplies are being used throughout the small town in order to kill any and all remaining germs from the virus.
Word of Deanna's death spreads quickly and there is a slight panic about who would be filling her spot. Rick's family of course knows it will be him along with a few others to form a council like the previous one in the Georgian prison.
With so many people ill security details are tight and Jameson along with Daryl are being spread thin with only a few hours of sleep or rest at a time. Jameson can see the exhaustion on everyone's face but especially Daryl's. His scowl is deeper and his narrowed eyes shadowed. She knows he takes the responsibility of keeping people safe and alive very seriously and the stress gets to him. He likes to pretend like he doesn't give a shit but she knows he probably cares more than anyone as well as feels guilt for things out of his control.
Days pass and no one new falls ill and some of the ill become better. The medicines are working and the town begins to breathe a sigh of relief. Rick meets with Maggie, Carol, Daryl and Michonne to form a new council. Rick asks Jameson but she tells him Daryl speaks for her and to give the final seat to someone else. Rick asks Rebecca who runs the gardens to join them. He feels she will provide a good opinion regarding food growth and its future progress.
Maggie's water breaks one afternoon and by evening Alexandria has its first newborn. Steven Hershel Rhea is named after Glenn and Maggie's fathers and comes into the world screaming bloody murder. Daryl affectionately calls him a screaming banshee.
"Dixon, my son is not gonna have a nickname like ass kicker." Maggie scolds while handing the baby over to Daryl.
Daryl smirks and tucks the blanket wrapped baby into the crook of his arm. "Don' know why not. Little guy needs a good nickname. Look at ass kicker, she's holdin' up to it."
Jameson watches Daryl sway slightly while peeking at the little red-faced infant. His large thumb gripped in its tiny hand. Swallowing thickly she looks down, a tidal wave of guilt hitting her. Chewing her lip she looks up when she sees Daryl's boots appear. Daryl looks at her and instantly knows what she thinking. Holding the baby with one arm he takes her hand with the other.
"Ain't missin' out on nothing ya hear." he whispers kissing her temple. Jameson nods and peeks into the mound of blankets in his arm. "Hold the Lil Banshee for me." He says with a sly smirk.
Maggie huffs in the background but Jameson sees her lips twitch. Jameson takes the baby in her arm, her finger stroking the red little cheek poking out.
Jameson sways a little when he starts fussing, settling him down before he starts to cry. His little hand gripping her finger with surprising strength.
"Jesus this kids got little bear trap hands," she mutters while feeling his sharp little nails. Maggie chuckles and watches Jameson bouncing the bundle a little. Daryl is leaning against the wall watching his wife hold the newborn and despite his assertion of not missing out there is a pang in his chest. He can see a glimmer of what she would be like as a mom. It isn't meant to be though and they both will take what they can get. He has a feeling there will be plenty of babysitting opportunities.
"Ok, back to mama Lil Banshee, you stink." Jameson says with a smile before handing the baby back.
"I swear if that names sticks I'm beating you both," Maggie says while settling the baby in her arms.
Jameson walks home from the clinic with Daryl. She can feel his eyes on her but she doesn't speak. Jameson knows what he's thinking about and what he wants to say. Once home and alone in their room he says, "Ya know I'm ok with it right?"
Jameson sighs and nods, "I know but I also know it's something you'd like."
"Yeah I'd like it but shit, I'd like a lot things I ain't gonna get. I'm happy to have what I got and ain't gonna pine of what I can't. I got ya, I got family. And I get to play with the little rugrats and send 'em packin when I'm done. Ain't loosin' sleep feedin 'em or changing 'em." He says sitting on the couch, adjusting the string on his bow, "I get the good parts." Jameson sits next him and lays her head on his shoulder, "I know. Still feel sad that I can't give it to you."
"Well don' darlin'. Ya give me way more than I deserve anyways," he says kissing the crown of her head. Jameson looks up, "You deserve anything and everything you want. You're a good man Dixon."
His hands stop and he looks down at her. Jameson takes in his stoic face but can see the emotional undercurrent in his eyes. She knows he still believes he deserves nothing good in his life. His damn father and brother always telling him he was a good for nothing redneck engrained those beliefs into him. It is almost as if it is a part of him, like another limb. Nothing she does or says makes that appendage go away. Jameson just makes sure to remind him how much he deserves and how good he is.
Daryl chews his lip and looks down from her unwavering gaze.
"Stop," he mutters making Jameson laugh. "No," she says defiantly crossing her arms. Daryl smirks and shakes his head, "Stubborn woman."
"You're the one who married me. No take-backsies." She says with a grin.
Daryl snorts and pulls her into a headlock. Jameson struggles but can't get free. Daryl chuckles as she tries to pull and push away from him. "Daryl! Stop!" she yelps as he relentlessly tickles her. "OH MY GOD DIXON!" she hollers while laughing, "Im gonna peeeeeeeee. STOP!"
Daryl lets go and falls off the sofa laughing. Jameson gasps and rubs her sides. "Ass," she grumbles while sitting up, her hair tousled and shirt twisted.
Daryl sits up and smiles at her, which causes her to glare back.
"Oh come on darlin'" he drawls in the voice he knows she's a sucker for. Jameson narrows her eyes even more because she knows what he's doing.
"Don't even try to use that phone sex voice with me jerkface." she growls Daryl barks out a laugh and lays back, his head propped on the mattress. Keeping his posture relaxed he smiles at her.
'Fuckin pantie dropping smile too?' she growls inwardly. 'Bastard.'
"Come on darlin'. Don't be like that." He says patting the bed behind him, "I'll give you a back massage…" he trails off and raises an eyebrow.
Jameson doesn't say anything but instead marches out of the bedroom. She hides her grin because she knows Daryl going to assume she's pissed still but truthfully she just really needs to pee. After using the restroom she slowly brushes her teeth and washes her face, letting him stew a little before going to bed.
Once she enters the bedroom she finds him sitting in the middle of the bed chewing on his thumb. Swallowing a chuckle she pulls her boots and weapons off along with her clothing. Jameson crawls into bed in her tank top and underwear. Daryl is watching her but isn't speaking yet. She feels a little guilty making him think he is in the doghouse but feels it's an appropriate punishment for him making her almost piss herself.
Jameson lies down on her stomach and waits to see if he will still give her a massage. When nothing happens she turns her head toward him and raises an eyebrow. "I remember something about a massage."
Daryl's lip twitch, "Am I allowed to touch ya?"
Jameson giggles into her pillow and nods. "I wasn't mad. I just had to pee."
Daryl pokes her, "Fuck girl thought I was up shit creek without a paddle."
Jameson chuckles and turns her head to watch him remove his jeans and flannel. "Still owe me, you dick. What if I tickled you 'til you almost pissed yourself. You'd kick my ass."
Daryl snorts and says, "No I wouldn'. Prolly not talk to ya ever again."
"See all you gotta do is rub me. Win win if you ask me." She says smiling into her pillow.
"Top off darlin'." He says while pulling off his wifebeater. Once she was in just her panties Daryl straddles her thighs and works on her shoulders and back. His strong hands kneading out the tight knots in her shoulders. Jameson moans and groans while Daryl chuckles. "Shuddup," she mumbles after a particular loud moan.
Daryl's hands start to explore more than Jameson's back and shoulders. His strong fingers alternating between kneading rubs to gently strokes. Jameson feels a deep pull low in her stomach and squeezes her thighs closed to relieve the throb.
"Gettin' wiggly under me sweetheart." He remarks as his body slides further down her, his weight lifting off her legs. Jameson mumbles in to her pillow, "Makin' me horny."
Daryl grins but doesn't speak. His hand still travelling over her body, calloused fingers massaging her thighs and hips. They drift under the edges of her panties and suddenly their pulled down and away. Jameson's eyes pop open and she looks over her shoulder to see Daryl's cocky grin.
"Whatchya doin'?" she mutters while hiding her smirk.
"Nothin' darlin'." He rasps, pulling her hips off the bed before stuffing a pillow under her. Jameson breath hitches as he moves to sit between her legs. She can feel his eyes burning a trail up her body.
"Fuckin' beautiful Jameson," he says hoarsely while stroking his hands up the backs of her thighs. Large warm palms squeeze her ass and slide up her back, thumbs traveling up the long line of her spine.
Jameson lifts her hips higher, begging for him to touch her. "Need somethin' darlin'?" he drawls with a smile. He can see her aching to be touched.
"Please baby." Jameson says her tight walls clench with anticipation. Daryl's hands return to her ass, his thumbs skimming across her lips and slit. Dipping to test her, stroke her, tease her. "So wet for me darlin'." He whispers while sliding his thumb inside her tight opening. A low moan escapes her throat as she pushes back into his hand. Daryl gets a steady thrust going with his thumb while he leans forward, licking and suck her clit and lips. She's soaking wet and she tastes so sweet to him. Daryl brings his other hand up and slides his second thumb inside her, spreading her open for him.
"Fuckkkkkk," he groans, "Goddam sexy lil pussy darlin',"
"Fuck Daryl," she moans as the tension snaps at just his words. Her hips jutting back as her walls rhythmically clench around his thumbs, wetness dripping down her inner thighs as Daryl licks and sucks her. Gasping for air Jameson fists the blankets below her and rocks into Daryl's greedy mouth.
Pulling back once her orgasm recedes Daryl fists his throbbing dick and strokes it through her wet folds.
"Ready for me sweetheart?" he rasps, his voice deep and rough.
"Yes, more.. more." She pants, the ache inside her returning. Daryl smiles at her wanton voice and spread legs further. He pushes inside her with one long stroke until he's buried deep. Taking his time he pushes and pulls her onto his cock while she moans his name. He can't believe this beautiful woman is his. All his and forever. His wife. It breaks his heart and heals it all at once. She is all he will ever need, ever want and it fills him up. Daryl watches as he slides inside her and realizes how perfect they are, how perfect they fit and loves it. Loves the idea of having another half.
His strokes speed up as he chase the edge of his orgasm. The tingling warmth growing deep in his stomach, the pins and needles travel up his spine as it hits him hard. His fingers dig into her waist as his hips snap erratically into hers.
Daryl can't contain his inner caveman as he growls, "Mine." while rolling his hips, throbbing through the last of his orgasm.
Jameson is panting, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Daryl pulls back and falls to his stomach next to her. She chuckles at his flushed face and crooked smile. Curling into him she stretches her neck up to kiss him slowly. They take they time, tongues exploring while hands stroke and hold.
"I love you so much Daryl," she whispers her forehead resting against his lips. Daryl's large hand cups her face, tilting her face up. She sees the blurry blue eyes taking in her own watery gaze. Kissing her softly on the lips Daryl rasps quietly, "Love ya so much James. Ya'll I need darlin'."
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END NOTE: I wanted to make sure there was no confusions. The Sam in this story is not the same Sam in my story Sweet Hereafter. It was a random occurrence when I chose a name of that character. Sorry for any confusion. :)
