Chapter 53: Hannah
Hannah hadn't felt this good in ages. It was amazing what a hot shower and a bottle of whiskey could do to the spirit. She sauntered into the room, well aware of Daryl's eyes on her. She lost her balance for a second, seductively letting the towel fall to the floor. If there was a better chance to get laid, she wasn't sure of it. The cool air brushed across her skin and she shivered slightly, throwing a suggestive glance over her shoulder. She watched as Daryl's cock stiffened as he took in her naked body. She heard him get up and felt his rough hands as they took her nipples. He pinched and rolled them, his dick hardening as she let out a series of pants and small moans. She wanted him, badly.
She broke free, ignoring his worried look as she locked the door. God forbid one of the kids happened to stumble in on this. She returned to him, shoving him onto the couch and crawling onto him. He was rock hard and she could feel the ache in her belly growing. She leaned into him, showering him in a whirl of nips and kisses. She had barely made it to the first button on his shirt before he had flipped her over. She had to admit that she liked it rough and Daryl's dominating look had her soaked.
"Ohhh. Fuck me, country boy." She pleaded quietly to him. Daryl sent her a playful smile.
"Yer gonna have to earn it, girly."
Her thoughts fluttered as Daryl's wet tongue worked it's way around her stiff nipples. She squirmed eagerly as he kissed his way down her stomach, stopping only when he'd reached her wet slit. She let out a deep moan as his fingers worked her soaking clit. She wanted him, and now.
Hannah jumped up and pounced on him like a wild animal. He barely had time to register what was happening as she ripped his shirt off hungrily. She was begging for him to be inside of her. She needed it. Her hands slid to his belt and she felt his cock throbbing against his pants. He threw her off of him and she let her eyes wander his body as he stripped down, looking like he was going to ravish her. Hannah slipped off the couch and sank to her knees in front of him. She took his massive cock in her mouth and let her tongue slip over the tip of his dick while her hands stroked his shaft. His eyes were closed as pleasure slipped across his face.
Daryl scooped her up and threw her on the couch, ready to attack her like she was his prey. She gasped slightly as he plunged into her. He planted harsh kisses down her neck and chest as he thrust harder and harder. She closed her eyes and let out a deep moan before she grabbed a handful of his hair and crushed her mouth to his. She could feel his erratic breathing against her neck as he plunged into her again and again. She knew she was close and bucked her hips in rhythm with him. That was enough to set her over the edge.
"Oh…god. I'm….I'm gonna." Hannah whimpered as she came with a shudder. Her cum exploded over his cock and Daryl managed to pull out before cumming all over the couch. He collapsed next to her and they were quiet as they tried to calm their crazy breathing. She rolled to her side as Daryl wrapped an arm around her. She looked at him, noticing his heavy eye lids. She couldn't say a word, she was pretty beat herself. She rolled over him, planting a kiss on his forehead before getting up to get dressed. She could feel his eyes taking in her body again, but paid it no mind. She lit two cigarettes, handing one to Daryl as she sat down.
"I think you've earned this." She said, watching the playfulness as it lingered in his eyes. This was how it was supposed to be, she thought. No worries, no stress; just the two of them, together and happy. She wished they'd met under different circumstances. She would have brought him home to meet her Pops and Zach, and eventually Noah. But that was life that she could never have. The walkers had taken everything she had, but it had given her Daryl. He was family now, and she would protect that with everything she had. Rick appeared in the doorway and his face made her stomach drop. Something was wrong.
"Daryl. You need to get in here. It's Merle." He said and Daryl was up and across the hallway in a flash. Hannah was right behind him and her heart sank as she saw Merle's pale face. She knew he was OD'ing and she watched the panic flash through Daryl's face. He pounded on Merle's chest with pained experience. The rest of the group had appeared in the doorway at the sound of commotion and Hannah knew they didn't need to see that.
"Back the fuck up! Get me some water!" Daryl screamed. Hannah did her best to push the crowd away and dashed to the bathroom. She searched frantically for a minute before finding a large bucket and filling it up with cold water. She felt like she was in a flashback. 6 years ago she'd been doing the exact same thing with Travis. Daryl's howls sent her spinning back to reality.
"GET UP YA SONOFABITCH!" She could hear Rick trying to calm down the spectators and she wished they would all just mind their own damn business.
"HANNAH WHERE THE FUCK ARE YA?!" Daryl yelled as she dragged the bucket back into the room. She poured it on Merle, the adrenaline was making her heart beat against her ribs. Daryl couldn't lose Merle. Tough as he was, Daryl needed his brother more than anything in the world. In a way, Merle was like her brother now too. Or as close to one as she could imagine having at this point. Merle cared about her, though the stubborn bastard would rather die than probably admit to that. Merle wasn't moving and Hannah's fear was flooding her now.
"Daryl, it's not working! Get him into the shower!" She ordered, watching Daryl's eyes pinned on his unmoving brother. They hauled him into the shower and Hannah watched on bated breath, praying that this would work. Daryl didn't say a word, he watched through terrified eyes until Merle stirred finally.
"The hell, Daryl." He mumbled, trying to swat away something they couldn't see. Hannah watched Daryl's eyes turn from worry to resentment and she wondered how many times Daryl had done this before. It was no secret that Merle's drug use was a touchy subject between the two of them. She knew Daryl hated it with every ounce of his being. But it wasn't her place and it definitely wasn't the right time to bring it up. They turned off the shower and drug Merle back to his room. Hannah could hear Shane and Rick quietly arguing, which stopped as soon they entered the room.
Hannah cast a look at Daryl, hoping he wouldn't blow up at them. They heaved Merle onto the bed and Daryl's eyes were defiant as she started stripping Merle's wet clothes off. She pulled a blanket over him and checked his pulse. It was slow, but steady and she knew it had been a close call. A few more minutes and Merle wouldn't have woken up at all. She took her place next to Daryl, wrapping her hand in his.
"He should be okay. But I think we should sleep in here tonight. Just in case."
Rick was working out the right words in his head and Hannah knew that it wasn't going to be pretty. She eyed him down, her eyes drifting between Rick, Shane and Daryl. Her own anger was starting to creep into her. They didn't understand anything about addiction. How it wasn't a choice after a while, it was necessity. How no matter how bad you want to stop, that voice comes creeping into the back of your mind. Merle was family whether she liked it or not and she'd go down swinging if that's what it took.
"Daryl. I think we need to talk about your brother." Rick said quietly, casting a glance to Merle. Hannah felt Daryl tense for a second before he exhaled. She knew that Rick was worried. From what she understood, the Dixon brothers hadn't been the most helpful people through all of this, but they had still risked their lives to keep these people safe.
"He's my brother, Rick." Daryl snarled, a defiant look sweeping through his eyes. There was no stronger bond in the world than the one between the two of them. Hell, even she hadn't been that close with Zach. She watched Shane brace himself out of the corner of her eye and all she wanted to do was sock that arrogant bastard across his ugly face.
"I understand that, I do. But it's just not safe to have him with the group." Rick said gently and Hannah's heart sank at his words. They were getting cast out of the group they had worked so hard to protect. They'd all put their asses on the line for these people and they were just going to kick them out when Merle needed help the most.
"He's sick, Rick. He needs the group to help him, not leave him." She said softly, hoping that Rick would understand that Merle was really a good guy once you got to know him. He was just a little rough around the edges was all. But Rick just shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.
"There's children here. My son is here. I can't and won't let him around that. It's dangerous and he could get us all killed." He said and Hannah could tell it wasn't just Rick's idea to kick them out. Truthfully, the group had probably been waiting for an opportunity like this to come around. Hannah watched Daryl's stance become more and more agitated.
"So you just want me to ditch him along the side of the road like a broken table?" He said, the anger spilling from him. Hannah pushed him back a few steps, knowing a fight would only make the situation worse. The last thing they needed was to get kicked out. The horde outside had probably left, but Merle was in no shape to be leaving anytime soon.
"Yeah, pretty much." Shane said, a haughty smile stretched across his face. Hannah felt her anger surged and she turned to face the fuckhead.
"You better watch yer tone, dumbo." She snarled, more ready then ever to shut his mouth up for good. He'd been itching her nerves for a while now and there was nothing she wanted more than to find him alone in a dark alley somewhere.
"Or what? Ain't my fault you hang out with junkies." Shane spat and Hannah saw red. She lunged at Shane, machete in hand. He countered her attack and pinned her against the wall, sending her weapon clattering to the ground. She eyed him down, her anger getting the better of her for the moment. She saw Daryl take a threatening step forward as Lori and Glenn sprinted in. She took the distraction to push Shane off of her with unwarranted force.
"Next time you put yer hands on me boy, I'll feed ya to the walkers." She promised, fully well intending to keep it. Rick gave Shane a warning look and Shane strolled from the room, taking his smug smile with him. Hannah forced herself to take a breath, watching Rick search for the right words to say.
"Look, Daryl. I know that's your brother, and that he's…sick. But if he can't get it together, you're gonna have to choose a side." Rick gently laid out the ultimatum. Hannah's heart sank as she watched Lori put an arm around Rick. Hannah wanted nothing more than to lash out, to scream and tell them that they were cruel for even thinking about throwing them out into no man's land. Hadn't they earned their trust yet? Or would the group forever be whispering behind their backs, scared to even be in the same room as them for fear they might just lose their shit. It wasn't fair. Hannah stole a glance at Daryl. His crystal blue eyes were pained as they watched his brother and Hannah knew it would be an uphill battle to get him sober, but she had to. Because she loved Daryl and that meant loving Merle. She closed her eyes and did something she hadn't ever done before. For the first time in her life, Hannah McClure prayed.
