Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize. Although I would love to have my own personal Daryl Dixon. Short and sweet.
AN: So I'm sorry if Daryl seems kinda outta character but I figured that he can be a bit of a different person when by himself or with Adrian. Please let me know what you think about this chapter and as I've said before, any suggestions or critics you have about the story so far, please feel free to let me know.
Chapter 20
Daryl had drank a pint of the whiskey before Adrian decided to cut him off and get him to his bed. He would already have a nice sized headache in the morning so Adrian decided to make him call it quits.
Adrian picked up her bag and put on the left side of the tent along with her weapons when she went inside to straighten up his blankets. He had a cot set up but Adrian didn't know how Daryl normally slept so she fixed him a thick pallet on the tent floor before she went back to the fire to help him inside. She knew she wouldn't be able to carry both Daryl and his heavy ass crossbow so she went outside and helped Daryl stand on his somewhat unsteady feet and helped him the short distance to his tent.
They walked into the tent and she tried to gently help him onto the pallet but Daryl's balance left something to be desired as he threw not only himself onto the pallet, but Adrian as well. Adrian landed on top of Daryl, who had landed on his back, and they had become a tangled mess of arms and legs.
Adrian landed fully on top of Daryl, touching from chest to knees. Adrian's right arm was against Daryl's injured side while her left arm was trapped between hers' and Daryl's chest. Daryl's left arm was wrapped around Adrian's waist while his right hand seemed to holding the back of her head tightly, which would explain why her face was pressed against his neck.
Daryl's right leg was trapped between Adrian's thighs, which she seemed to have been holding onto with a firm grip. Dirt, sweat, smoke, and the outdoors. That's what Daryl smelled like to her when she took a chance to breath through her nose. But boy did Daryl enjoy when she would breath through her mouth because then he could feel the soft, warm puffs of air skim across his skin.
It had been a while since Daryl had been with a girl and Adrian was there on top of him and he was just drunk enough to try and take a shot at getting into her pants for the night. He seen the hot and heavy looks she would throw his way sometimes when she didn't think anybody was looking. They were both adults and so long as she agreed to sleep with him, why should he stop it?
Daryl was opening his mouth to ask her if she would be up for a night in the sack with him when he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue make a small trail up his neck. It had been a bold move on her part to lick his neck, but he seemed like the type to be sensitive in that area so she had tried it to see what kind of reaction she got.
She felt his hands tighten on her waist and in her hair and his body go tense as she dragged her tongue up as far as she could with him still holding her head against his neck.
Daryl woke up shortly after dawn and started to mentally take stock of himself. He had a raging headache. The kind that throbbed at your temples and behind your eyeballs so badly that you would swear tiny people were in your head and trying to bang their way out.
Then he noticed that he felt really good about something, which was enough to worry him if he was feeling good about something. His body was sore in a few places, other than his head, and it was a different kind of sore. And he was really warm. And heavy in a few places.
Daryl looked down at himself to see a small pale arm stretched across his chest. The hand attached to that arm was laying over his heart. Looking down farther he noticed that his legs didn't look right either. Then he realized that he felt a smooth leg in between his.
Looking back at the arm on his chest he followed it until his eyes reached a pale, and lightly scarred torso. Looking towards whatever it was that was resting on his arm, Daryl was supremely shock to see the peaceful, sleeping face of Adrian on his right arm. Her long hair was down, which he didn't think he had ever seen her hair like that, and fanned out across her back, her left arm which seemed to be tucked underneath a pillow.
Daryl looked away from her face and started looking at the rest of her. Her back was as pale as the rest of her and smooth from what he could tell. Except for the few thin scars on her back. There were only about third that he could count. And not all of them looked as old as some others.
She had one scar of her left shoulderblade that ran diagonally, was about two or three inches long, and flat but pink. The second scar was an inch or so below the first and looked like she had been shot and the bullet had just torn straight through. And the last one was on her lower back and was something he recognized very well since he had a few of them as well. 'Seems like her daddy liked to whip with the belt buckle too.' Daryl thought looking at the light circular shaped scar.
It was only when he reached the blanket at her waist that he seen a flash of memory from the night before.
Daryl wasn't really sure when they had gotten completely naked, but they were. Daryl was laying on his back looking up at Adrian who was straddling his waist. Both of Daryl's hands were firmly clutching onto her hips while she slowly grinded her hips against his, her eyes closed, lips apart, hair loose and brushing against his thighs. And then she moaned his name.
The flash of memory made Daryl forget that Adrian's head was resting on his arm and he jerked violently into a sitting position. "What the hell?!" Daryl demanded out loud to himself.
The sudden movement woke Adrian who had conditioned herself to be a light sleeper and the sudden movement from under her head didn't help her knee jerk reaction. Adrian pulled her left arm out from under the pillow to show a small spring action knife she had been holding in her sleep.
Hitting the button to release the blade, Adrian quickly pulled herself up onto her right hand and her knees and was going for Daryl's throat out of instinct. Daryl caught her wrist and jerked it out of the way of his throat.
Her right hand reached out to punch him in the face but Daryl caught that wrist too and quickly jerked her over his body. Daryl had her back laying on the floor on his left side, her hands pinned to the floor above her head, her legs were tangled in the blankets, her fiery hair everywhere. And her cute little ass was firmly resting in his lap.
'Damn it.' Daryl thought as his dick jumped when he realized where her ass was sitting sideways. With her on her back Daryl was able to get a better look at her torso than when she had surprised him by throwing her shirt off suddenly the other night.
It wasn't as bad as he had originally thought, or at least not as bad as his stomach and chest anyway. He seen the pink puckered scar that was over her liver and the long pink scar that traveled across her right ribcage to and around her waist. There were a handful of white small circular scars dotted randomly on her chest and stomach and what looked like a birthmark roughly in the shape of a star on her left hipbone.
Looking up at Daryl's face Adrian blinked a few times which seemed to clear her dazed and wild gaze but was still panting from being jerked awake so suddenly. "Daryl?" she asked in confusion looking up at him. "Stupid bitch. Tryin' to kill me? Whatchu doin' in here anyways?" Daryl asked. Adrian relaxed and dropped her head onto the floor breathing a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, man, don't do that shit to me. I react badly to unexpected sudden movements." she said with her eyes closed.
"Ya think? What the hell you doin' in here and why the hell are you naked?" he demanded. Adrian opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Seriously?" she asked. Seeing no reaction from him she sighed again, only this time in disappointment.
"Leave it to a man to forget the six hour sex marathon he had the night before. I'm just glad we didn't attract any unwanted attention with as loud as we were being." Adrian said laughing to herself, putting her head back on the floor.
"Excuse me? You wanna run that by me again?" Daryl asked hoping that she was lying. "We had sex Daryl. No I did not rape you, you were just as much all over me as I was you. I don't think I've ever seen clothes fly that fast before. And I intend to take you up on your offer of sex anytime, I don't care if you remember making the offer or not." she said looking up at him.
Daryl was quite for a few minutes going over everything she had said. 'Six hour sex marathon, huh? Must be why I woke up feeling good and sore in places I forgot I had.' Daryl thought to himself looking over Adrian's pale, bare skin.
At some point while Daryl had been zoned out, he had let go of her wrists without knowing it. Which was why he was so surprised to suddenly find her straddling his lap. And the blanket was no longer between them. Her body was firmly pressed against his, her left arm draped over his right shoulder, her right hand gripping a handful of hair at the nape of his neck, and her lips her slightly parted and a mere two inches from his own.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?" he asked hoping she didn't hear how shaky his voice was. "I told you." she whispered, lightly licking his top lip. "You made me an offer I just couldn't refuse. Sex any time I wanted it. And I think a bout of morning sex is called for this morning, to kick off this new deal of ours. What do ya think?" she whispered, getting closer.
He had to admit her hot little body felt pretty damn good against his at the moment. If he had made her an offer to have sex again, then it must have been good. Right? And the more he checked her out, the more often his jeans fit tighter than they had when he had put them on that morning. She wanted him regardless of his scars or him being from the wrong side of the tracks. She seemed to know better than anybody in the group that he was as far from perfect as a person could get. And yet, as far as he knew, she hadn't judged him or called him on it.
She didn't talk much, like most women who couldn't stand the silence and liked the sound of their own voice. She was strong, in more ways that one. She said what she thought and told people what they needed to hear, whether they wanted to hear it or not. She had scars of her own but they made her no less beautiful no matter what she thought. They helped make her who she was today, and that was someone strong enough to survive this new world.
And if she was offering to have sex with him when they were able, who the hell was he to say no to that? In this new world men would kill, literally, to take what she was offering.
"Fuck it." he said. His left hand went to the center of her back and pressed her even tighter against him while his right grabbed a handful of her silky red hair and crushed her lips against his. Her lips her as soft as they looked some days. To his surprise, she immediently opened her mouth and her warm, wet tongue invaded his mouth. Daryl released her mouth, tightened his fist in her hair and gently pulled her hair, causing her head to fall back and arch her neck. Daryl licked and bit his way around her neck enjoying the small moans that her panting mouth released.
Daryl bit down on a thick cord of muscle in the side of her neck a little harder than he had intended to, knowing that it had to have hurt at least a little. To his surprise, Adrian gasped loudly, her arms and legs tightening around him.
"Oh god, Daryl." she moaned, mouth open, eyes closed. Daryl looked at her as she repeated the reaction whe he did it a second time.
'Fuck that's hot.' he thought as he grinned to himself.
An hour later, a sweaty but fully satisfied Adrian was limply draped over a equally sweaty but satisfied Daryl, both panting trying to catch their breath. "Fuck, you are a good lay, Daryl Dixon." Adrian said, her head against his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat. He laughed breathlessly. "You ain't so bad yourself there, Adrian Hunter." Daryl said.
With as much energy as he could muster, Daryl lifted his left hand and gently tapped her hip. "Come on. We need to get up and see what needs to be done up at the house. If Rick and them ain't back yet, they'll probably wanna send a few people to go out lookin' for 'em." he said, his words being the opposite of what his body was feeling.
'Damn if last night was anything close to that, how in the hell could I forget sex that great? Even drunk I should remember sex like that. Well they don't say that drunk sex is great sex for nothing, I guess.' Daryl thought to himself.
After a few minutes of laying there, they both finally caught their breath and untangled themselves from each other. Adrian was on her side of the tent getting redressed while Daryl was on his. They would occasionally sneak a peek at one another when the other wasn't looking, or think they weren't looking, like a couple of teenagers.
Once they were both dressed, Daryl caught Adrian looking at him. But it wasn't just any kind of look. She had sex written in her eyes all over again. And damn if he wasn't starting to feel the same.
"Woman, you better quit lookin' at me like that." he mumbled fixing his belt. "Like what?" she asked raking her eyes over him, licking her lips. "Like you wanna strip me naked and have your way with me again." he said looking at her.
"But it's what I wanna do." she said looking up at him, biting her bottom lip. Daryl's eyes latched onto the movement and he was instantly hard. She bit her lip like that while she was coming, he discovered.
"Damn it woman." he growled stalking over to her, twisting her now braided hair around his fist, yanked her head back, and gave her a bruising kiss. He had learned earlier that Adrian like it a little rough and was glad for it because he enjoyed it rough and didn't think he had it in him to be gentle.
Daryl ripped his mouth away from hers, enjoying the sight she made. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted, lips shiny and swollen. She was just hot all fucking over.
"We both just came hard enough to see fucking stars. We got shit to do right now, ain't got time to literally fuck around. You still want it again later after sun down, then come back up here and I'll fuck you hard enough and long enough that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. Understood?" he demanded. She had moaned out loud at his words when he talked about what he would do to her if she came back that night.
"Um-hmm." was all she was able to squeeze out of her throat to answer him. "Good." he said letting go of her hair and walked out of the tent.
'Damn that sexy ass man.' she thought as she gathered her things and left the tent behind him.
Before they had left Daryl's camp he had grabbed a grey jacket and had thrown his angel cut leather vest over it. She had been starring at his ass the entire way back to the house and she was pretty sure he knew it.
Everyone was out and about when they walked into camp and they even got a few looks seeing as they had walked into camp together. Adrian didn't care much if everyone knew she was getting her some but she knew Daryl did. He was a private person and she accepted that so, for his sake, she decided to keep her burning-Daryl's-clothes-off stare to a minimum.
Daryl had been right about the camp getting people together to go out and look for Rick, Hershal, and Glenn. Shane, T-Dog, Andrea, and Daryl were the selected party to go. Adrian decided to relieve Dale of watch duty, since it seemed the poor man hardly ever left the top of his RV. Kale had caught up with her at her tent and demanded to know where she had been since she had apparently almost given him heart attack when she didn't show up back at camp last night.
Needless to say he didn't take the news of her staying at Daryl's camp too well. He had been in a pissy mood with her since. But she was okay with that. She had kept the poor boy chained to her much too long and he needed to learn to grow into his own man. Learn about the others in camp, trust them, and enjoy a little time with kids his own age. She had seen him around Jimmy here and there. Apparently Beth was doing poorly since the day before having went into some sort of shock from the barn incident.
Shane, T-Dog, Andrea, and Daryl were all gathered around the back of Shane's car, the back hatch open and being loaded with everything that they might need. Adrian looked over towards the long driveway since it seemed to have caught everyone else's attention and seen a red and white SUV flying up the drive, leaving a trail of dust in their wake.
The SUV pulled up to the farm house and Rick and Hershal came out of the front and Glenn from the back. Lori and Carl ran to greet Rick. Maggie ran in Hershal's direction and assumed that she was going to greet her father.
'Well that was the wrong assumption.' Adrian thought a tad surprised when Maggie ran past her father and eagerly embraced Glenn.
What seemed to escape everyone's attention was the person that didn't get out of the vehicle. Adrian got down from the RV and walked up beside Daryl. Not being able to resist herself, Adrian stealthily grabbed his ass while no one was paying attention.
It certainly got Daryl's.
"Damn it woman, don't do that shit out here." he muttered, not having heard her walk up behind him.
"Why not? No one's looking. And besides you have a nice tight ass. I just couldn't help myself." she said smirking. "Yeah, well try." he said looking at her. "So who do you think the kid is?" she said nodding towards the partially slumped over body in the backseat of the SUV. Before Daryl could answer her, T-Dog drew everyone's attention to him. "Who the hell is that?" he asked pointing at the kid. "That's Randall." Glenn answered.
Randall was soon moved to the shed so Hershal could work on his leg, which seemed to have landed on a spiked fence the night before. A few hours later everyone was called to the house for a meeting about Randall. It was only after she had seen who she thought was everyone enter the house that she started heading towards the shed.
It was hot as hell outside so Adrian had left her bow in her tent after she had gotten down from the RV. Since the barn incident everyone had started carrying a gun, which was why she had her's strapped to one thigh and her hunting knife to her other. She walked up to the door of the shed to see that it was locked with a combination lock. Wanting to get a better look at the kid, and keep an eye on him, she walked around the shed to find another way in.
On the back side of the shed there was a good sized window.
'Now to get up there.' she thought looking around for a way to get up to the landing below the window. There was a small outhouse looking building next to the shed and wasn't too tall.
"I can manage that." she muttered backing up about fifty yards from the building. She took a few deep breaths, did a few shallow jumps to help loosen her up a little bit, focused on the building and took off running at a full sprint. When he made it to the building she ran four steps up the side and jumped for the roof.
After making sure she had a firm grip on it she started to heave herself up while her adrenaline was still pumping. Now fully on top of the roof Adrian leaned over, hands on knees, and caught her breath. She then walked over to the edge of the roof, jumped over onto the roof of the shed, and made her way over to the window landing. Looking inside the window she seen what seemed to be some type of hay loft and crawled through. She walked to the edge and looked down to see their new prisoner.
The boy couldn't have been much older than Kale, if not his age. His clothes were dirty and rumpled, his arms tied behind him, and he seemed to be passed out cold. Deciding to take an unknown watch inside the shed, Adrian walked to the edge of the loft and sat down with her back towards the wall. Her right leg was hanging off the loft, her right leg folded, her knee pointed towards the window, her right arm resting against her leg, her left hand gripping the handle of her hunting knife.
She must have fallen asleep at some point because when she woke up it was late afternoon, judging by the amount of sunlight seeping into the shed. She rubbed her eyes and looked down at the lower level when she heard something rustle. 'Oh, right. The kid.' she thought as she looked at the prisoner, Randall, who seemed to be awake and alert.
"How old are you, kid?" she asked, startling him from his reaction. He kept looking around until he seen her sitting in the hay loft. Adrian rolled her eyes when he just continued to stare at her. She seen a ladder, which she seemed to have been resting her right leg on, under her and slide down it to the bottom floor.
"I asked you how old you were." she said walking into his line of sight better. "N-Nineteen. What are y'all gonna do with me?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Don't know. Didn't go to the meeting. So you were with the people that were shooting at my men huh?" she asked folding her arms across her chest. "Y-Yeah. But only because I was told too. I was told that they had killed two of our guys." he said, his voice still shaking.
"If your guys drew first, I'm sure they did." she said back. "So...So why are you in here?" he asked her. She shrugged. "Wanted to see what the new Big Bad Wolf looked like. Don't look so scary to me. Could take you out easy enough if I wanted to." she said looking him over from head to foot. "You aren't so scary. But all those men you got back at your camp could do quite a bit of damage if you got loose and lead them back here." she said looking him in the eyes.
"I wouldn't do that. Y'all saved my life. I would never leave and bring them back to y'all." he said in a rush as if that would make her believe him.
"Yeah. And I used to believe that the dead would be trying to make a damn meal outta me." she said sarcastically.
Just then the door opened and T-Dog was there with a cup of what she assumed was water for the kid.
"Adrian? What the hell are you doin' in here? When did you even get in here?" he asked, confused to see her inside the shed casually chatting with the kid.
"Been in here since the meeting. Sorry T-Dog. I'll leave you to finish your watch." she said walking past him, patting his arm in reassurance.