Day 441
"Don't move, or I'll blow her brains out," Shaky voice behind me definitely belongs to a man, but there was hesitation in it, and a grip on my neck wasn't firm. This day started well, so how did I found myself in that situation? In a grasp of a stranger who had a gun trained on Daryl? Well, let me tell you.
We have taken the car and went for a run, just Daryl and I. Life was good since he stayed behind. I loved waking up in his arms, with his face nuzzled in my neck. He was participating in meetings, helping upgrade prison, taking shifts on a watch and fences. And of course, every morning he and I went for a hunt, first checking my snares and then seeing what else we can catch.
So, yeah, Daryl kept busy, as always, but at least I saw him a few times during the day. My mind was at ease, knowing that he was around. Daryl went on a few runs with Glenn, and people at the prison appreciated him.
But that was our first supply run in a long while, and it was just two of us, so I decided to get the best out of it. Now I was staring at the man beside me driving a car, his arm propped on the window, smoking a cigarette. I already finished mine and focused on admiring Daryl's muscles flexing with every small move. It was already September, but in Georgia, it still meant that days were hot; that's why Daryl was still sporting sleeveless shirts with a vest over them. I ditched my purple flannel and had only a grey wife beater on with dark blue cargo pants.
"Why ya starin'?" Daryl asked in a husky voice, squeezing the wheel a bit harder. I already discovered that he liked when I was looking at him. At the beginning of our friendship, he often would get flustered, but now that I know how he felt about me, I think he was getting hot and tried to hide it.
"Hm, just admiring," I admitted with a lazy smile over my lips, reaching out and tracing my hand up and down his thigh.
"What ya doin', woman?" I purred lowly when I heard how his voice dropped, and his eyes snapped to mine. I could see hunger and lust in them, most definitely mirroring my own.
"Do you know it was exactly nine days since the last time you touched me?" I asked him, and my hand went higher, slowly getting closer to his crotch. And there was a growing bulge in there.
"I touched you this morning, El."
"Yeah, cuddle and peck on my lips before you went for your morning watch. That's not what I mean, Big Boy, and you know that."
"Huh, and what would ya possibly mean by that?" He asked and suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road, finally facing me. I smirked and reached under his seat, pulling the handle to move his chair backward.
Daryl huffed when it moved, and in a split second, I was sitting on his lap, tangling my hands in his hair. "Hi."
"Hey. Ya wanna do it here?" I was already unbuttoning his shirt, tracing my fingers over the hair on his broad chest. I leaned in and bit gently on his earlobe.
"Why not?" I looked around for a second and went back to stare into his bright eyes. "There aren't any walkers around, no people. Not that a patrol will come and arrest us for public nudity."
Daryl scoffed and ever so slowly unclipped my reins, pulling my knives off and grabbing the hem of my shirt. I helped him take it off, leaving me only in a blue cotton bra. I watched his eyes glaze over with lust, and finally, I couldn't stop myself from kissing him. I loved the feeling of his warm, slightly chapped lips on mine. It was like a spark of electricity flowing through all parts of my body, to the very core of my being.
I kissed him back with as much vigor. I was starved for him, for his lips and his touch, to feel his skin on mine. My tongue darted out, and I traced Daryl's bottom lip; he knew what I wanted, needed, and immediately gave me access. I pressed myself closer to him and thrust my hips into his, feeling that bulge in all right places.
Daryl gripped my hair and pulled at them, separating us, giving him access to my neck. He planted wet kisses over my racing pulse, nipping at my collarbone, while his other hand went to the clasp of my bra. After a moment, he was pulling the straps down, exposing my breasts and erect nipples. I heard Daryl intake a sharp breath, and I closed my eyes, arching my back when his lips closed over my peak.
I moaned loudly when he sucked and licked at my breast, and I reached down, pulling at his belt, quickly opening it. I didn't care for slowness, gentleness; pure feral urge was running through my veins. I pushed away from Daryl and straightened out as much as I could in the enclosed space of a car. Holding myself up on my left arm, I worked quickly on my pants, and with Daryl's help, they went down in no time. I kicked off my boots and trousers while hunter lifted his hips up, getting his pants and boxers off in one swift motion.
Not wasting any more time, I climbed back on his lap, reaching between us, slowly stroking his hard length. How something so hard and powerful could be so smooth and soft at the same time? Daryl groaned in pleasure and gripped my hips ruffly, trying to pull me closer to him.
"Don't play games with me, girl," Shivers went down my spine from how his voice made me feel, and I smiled lovely at him.
"So impatient," I rubbed my already drenched folds over the red head of his cock and finally slowly lowered myself onto him, gasps escaping both of our lips.
"God, ya're beautiful." Daryl moved his hands over my back and down to my ass, gripping tightly. I moved slowly up, nearly letting him slip out, and then slammed back down, getting all of him inside me. I held onto Daryl's shoulders and bounced slowly in his lap. The feeling of his hard dick made me moan every time he hit that sweet spot in my core.
"Daryl, God, I missed you," I managed to say, his hips meeting my pace and snapping every time I lowered myself. His lips nipped on my skin, and I screamed in ecstasy when they latched onto my nipple. I arched my back and held onto his shoulders tighter, picking up my pace; Daryl's grip on my ass hardened, and he helped me move on him.
I felt everything, every touch, every lick over my erect peek, and how he sucked on it, not being gentle at all. Feeling his swollen cock inside me, stretching my walls, I couldn't stop the moans that were coming out of me. It was hard and fast fuck, no time for gentleness, but that's what we both needed right now.
I threw my hand around Daryl's neck and pushed my breasts towards his mouth once more, screaming his name when he bit gently on it. His arm was around my waist, helping me move, and his other hand wrapped in my hair, pulling it down, keeping me in place.
"Come all over this dick, Princess." Oh God, his voice was like liquid gold, touching my soul, and when he spoke dirty like that, I couldn't help to get wetter. I grind my hips onto his harder and faster while he sucked and kissed my neck, for sure leaving marks on my skin.
"Not without you, Big Boy," My voice was husky, and Daryl snapped his hips up faster, and just like that, I was there, clenching around him and moaning his name over and over again. I pressed my face into the crock of his neck and felt Daryl shudder under me, his cock pulsing and twitching inside me.
"El, of God," He was gripping me tightly and breathing heavily; his chest was sweaty, and so was mine. I grinned brightly and pushed the hair out of his face, planting a small kiss on his lips.
"You're amazing, Daryl Dixon," I told him lowly, and I could see a spark in his eyes.
"Ya're the most beautiful woman I ever saw." My chest swelled with emotion, and I almost told him right there that he is the love of my life, but I wasn't sure if that's the right time. If Daryl was ready for it. So I just kissed him harder once more and slowly moved off his lap to the passenger's seat.
I giggled like a little girl when I was putting my clothes back on, sneaking glances at the man beside me.
Soon we were back on the road, smoking another cigarette until we came upon a small town. Daryl parked outside a convenience store that looked like it might still have some supplies in.
I got out and stretched my back, the sound of popping made me cringe. I glanced around and notched an arrow on my bow, noticing few abandoned cars and some bodies near the building we were about to get in.
"Daryl," I whispered and pointed towards them, and he nodded in acknowledgment. We had to be careful; it seemed like there might be some people around. I crossed the street towards the black car that was parked a few yards from us and frowned.
There was no dust on the vehicle, and the inside seemed fairly tidy. I walked around it to the front and touched the hood, and I winced quickly, pulling away.
"Still warm," I told Daryl and pulled my bow around my front, taking out my Glock, screwing the suppressor in place. I followed the hunter to the entrance and watched him get inside first. He brought up his crossbow and scanned the room quickly, not seeing any immediate danger. There were three isles, and he went right while I took a left, my hands gripping the gun tightly.
I moved forward silently, not seeing anyone around. The store was half-covered in dark, shelf still filled with some supplies, but that's not what we were looking for right now. I crept slowly to the corner and stepped out, my gun pointed forward. I sighed heavily and stuffed a laugh when I noticed Daryl pointing his weapon at me.
He huffed and shook his head, but just moments later, his expression shifted, and I didn't have time to process it. An arm wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer to someone's chest, and I heard a familiar sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber.
"Don't move, or I'll blow her brains out," Male, but his voice was shaky, and the fact he wasn't holding on to me too tightly made me believe that he wasn't very experienced in this. Daryl was fuming, the hand holding his crossbow was shaking, and his jaw was clenched, lips pressed into a deep scowl.
"Daryl, put it down," I said softly, holding my gaze on his eyes, making sure that he knows I am alright. Slowly, grunting, the hunter bent down and placed his weapon on the ground. I stood still, not wanting to aggravate the guy behind me anymore.
"Good, now you lady."
"Um, you'd have to bend down with me. I have one already in the chamber, don't want it to shoot when I drop it," I spoke gently, hoping that he will believe me. I kept my eyes on Daryl when I felt the man behind me loosen his grip, and he shifted to my side. I started bending and gently placed my gun on the floor. I took a deep breath and nodded to Daryl, a barely visible movement of my head.
In a split second, my arms shoot up to the hand holding a sidearm, and I twisted his wrist to the right, pinching on a nerve, making him drop the weapon. He yelped in pain, and I pushed my elbow into his diaphragm. His arm released me, and I twisted swiftly, holding onto the man's shoulder and bringing my knee to his crotch. He stumbled back and, with a groan, collapsed to the ground.
I quickly picked up my gun and pointed it at the person lying by my feet, furrowing my brows.
"Seriously? This kid got a jump on us?" I asked out loud and felt Daryl's hand on my shoulder.
"Ya alright?" His voice was strained, and I could hear the worry in it, but I didn't dare to lift my eyes from our attacker.
"Yeah, he didn't want to hurt me. I think."
"I didn't," The guy grunted in pain, still pressing his hands to his junk. He shifted a little, and I could finally see his face. He couldn't be more than twenty, which made me angry; the fact that someone so inexperienced surprised me.
"Well, sure, it looked like it, kid," I snarked at him, cocking my eyebrows.
"There were two of you; you got like million knives, and the guy looks like he could chew me up for lunch. I have my pack on the other side of the store. I just wanted to get out of here in one piece, Ma'am."
"Did he just fucking called me Ma'am?" I asked Daryl, and he hummed in reply, making me scoff.
"That yur car outside?" Daryl asked the man on the floor, and he nodded, slowly sitting up, raising his hands up in surrender.
"Yeah, got it from my old man."
"It's in good shape."
"He taught me a few things about cars. I'm Zach."
I exchanged glances with Dixon and nodded softly. This kid was no danger, he could hurt us when we weren't looking, and his hostage fiasco proved it.
"I'm Elena, and that's Daryl. You alone, kid?" I asked him and studied him for his body language. He was still on the floor and probably in some pain, but when I asked the question, he lifted his face to me and looked me right in the eyes.
"Yeah, for about four months now. My group got overrun. We were supposed to meet up. I waited for a week before moving on."
I nodded and sent him a sad smile at that. We all lost someone to this apocalypse, and we probably will lose more. Not something to think about right now, though.
"How many walkers did you kill?" I asked him softly, and even though Daryl tensed next to me, he didn't stop me from doing it.
"I dunno, hundred? I'm good with a gun and a machete," Zach replied, and I smiled brighter at that.
"And how many people did you kill?"
Kid furrowed his brows and glanced between Daryl and me as if unsure if he heard me right.
"One," He finally admitted and lowered his gaze to his hands, playing with his fingers.
"Why?"
"So he won't turn."
"What you think?" I asked Daryl, and bitting on his bottom lip, hunter nodded, a small smile tugging on his lips.
"What's with twenty questions, anyway?" Zach asked, and I outstretched my hand to him, helping him to get to his feet.
"We got a safe place," I finally told him, and his eyes went wide, his face showing surprise and disbelief. "If you want, we could take you with us, kid."
"Are you for real? And also, I'm pretty sure somewhere in this apocalypse I turned twenty-one, I can drink. I ain't a kid."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that."
"I'm gonna come with ya," Daryl said, watching Zach intensely. "We gonna chat about threatenin' my woman."
I snorted and shook my head at that, starting to pack supplies from the shelves onto the bags we brought with us.
Day 461
I was sitting around one of the tables outside of the prison, and I was having a girly chat with Carol, Maggie, and Beth. We were eating our lunch and watching men work the fences. They were far away from our spots to not hear us, but close enough to admire the view. I could see how Maggie's eyes shone every time they landed on Glenn, who laughed at something that Oscar said. I thought they were annoying love birds before we got to the prison, but since they announced that they are married, it got worse.
"I wonder what they laughing about," Carol mentioned, putting some meat in her mouth and chewing slowly.
I turned around and observed the men and their body language. Glenn, Oscar, and Tyressee were laughing, their shoulders shaking, while Zach was patting Daryl on the back, earning himself a deadly stare. OK, I didn't see it from here, but I knew Dixon well enough to know that this is what happened.
I faced the women again, knowing that my face is bright red, and I cleared my throat. "I think they're teasing Daryl."
"Ahh, that makes sense," Maggie nodded, and Beth giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Oh, Daryl, harder," Carol started, lowering her voice and changing her southern accent.
"I don't sound like that," I mumbled and stuffed my mouth with food, avoiding their eyes. All three of them laughed out loud, and I just rolled my eyes at that. Sometimes they really behaved like kids.
"We are still quieter than you and Glenn," I said, pointing at Maggie, and Carol snorted unladylike but nodded vigorously.
"Eli's right, Mags. And you do it like everywhere."
"Fine, whatever. How's Lucy?" Maggie deflected, changing the subject, and I winked at the younger Greene, who was muffling her giggles with her hand.
"She's fine. I think her nightmares slowly disappearing, and putting her in a cell with Judith was a great idea. She really likes her, and it's easier to manage them when they're together. Thank you for your help, Beth."
"She's delightful, so no problem."
"Hello, ladies. What you talking about?" Glenn's voice beamed from behind me, and Maggie automatically brightened up, smiling like a lunatic. Carol laughed, and I hid my face in my hands, and I felt a body scoot close to my side and grip at my knee. I peaked through and noticed a grim look on Daryl's face, making me blush even more profusely.
"I guess ya were talkin' about what we were," He whispered, and I scoffed, nodding and putting my hands down.
"Yeah, I guess we need to keep it down from now on, Big Boy."
"Ya can't keep it down, woman."
"Daryl!" I slapped his arm playfully and laced my fingers with his, looking around at happy faces around us. Life in prison was good; our family was safe and content, as much as we could in a zombie apocalypse.
"OK, it's time," Zach sat down opposite us, between Carol and Beth, and I didn't miss how he was glancing at the younger Greene, and I smirked. Ever since we brought him back, something was cooking between him and Beth. The girl was careful and flirted back, without actually making any moves, so far.
"Time for what?" Rick and Carl took a seat at the end of a bench, plates in their hands and glancing around curiously.
"I try to guess what Elena and Daryl did before the turn. I mean, I tried to get some answers from a few people, but no one seems to know," Zach replied, staring Daryl down and tapping his finger on his beard. Only a handful of people knew who I was before, and they knew I wasn't a fan of telling it to others, so luckily, they kept their mouths shut.
"Hm, Construction worker," Zach stated, pointing at Daryl, who raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head. The boy's shoulders slacked, but he took a deep breath and moved his eyes to me. I got more comfortable in my seat and placed a cocky smile over my mouth.
He was taking his time, one shot a day. So far, he tried a PA teacher, politician, shop manager, police officer, and a soldier.
"Alright, with how you handle those knives, Circus knife-thrower."
I stared at him with wide eyes for a few seconds and then burst into a laughing fit, alongside everyone else.
"No, kid. But I would be awesome at that," I told him. He sighed heavily and picked up at his food. "Seriously, guys, we could make a show of it. You going to be my ever-loyal assistant, Big Boy."
"Ya ain't throwing those things at my face, Princess," Daryl grunted, but there was a shadow of a smirk on his lips.
"But it would be fun, Daryl! We could put an apple on your head. Oh, oh, I could try with my bow as well!"
"I'm gonna try tomorrow again," Zach mumbled, interrupting my fantasy with a miserable face.
"Ya do that, kid," Daryl told him, chewing on a slice of meat and chuckling silently to himself.
Yes, prison life was good so far, and people seemed to finally put the war with the Governor behind us. We had supplies, jobs, and a semi-normal life. I glanced at Daryl, reminiscing that a year ago, he wouldn't be comfortable enough to sit around so many people without being a tense mess. I smiled to myself and went back to my food.
