She was walking through the trees, almost a mile from the prison walls, and searching for that darned doe that had scurried across her path about an hour earlier. She had already radioed Merle and Rick, letting them know shed be a bit later, and Merle told her to just be back by dark so she was on the hunt. Being a determined hunter was something the boys liked about her and something the women tried to learn from her but at the moment she was feeling more like a failure. She was almost lost herself now, the tracks of the doe making her think it was drunk, before she came upon a bush and heard rustling from the other side of it. Slowing her pace she brought the crossbow she had, something Michonne found for her on a run one time, and peeked through the bush. Smiling she sighed softly, trying not to be loud, as she watched the doe that she had been hunting pacing back and forth. It looked like it was breathing hard, foam was coming from its mouth, and Trixie wondered if it was sick or just tired. As Trixie tried to take aim, going to shoot and question later, she felt rather than heard someone behind her but it was too late.
"Quite." One hand wrapped around her mouth, silencing her, as another grabbed her crossbow and lowered it slowly. The person didn't let the crossbow go, not dropping it until she released her grip on it, but as they put it down beside her and the bush she felt them suddenly pushing her towards a tree nearby and she gasped. Putting her hands against the tree to brace her fall she froze as the body behind her pressed up against her. "Ya know, watching you hunt, it's a turn on."
"Why didn't you wait until I had my kill, would have been better." Trixie chuckled now, feeling the hand that was around her mouth moving down to her throat to pull her back into the persons grip. Hearing them laugh, lowly, though made her stomach clench.
"Didn't want to deal with the blood, not now." Running their nose along the side of her neck she shivered as their free hand rested on her hip, pushing themselves against her harder. When her chest met the tree she whimpered and turned her head sideways to prevent the bark from scratching her up.
"If ya gonna do this here Daryl at least let me turn around…..please?" She whimpered again, begging him now to let her turn, and when he chuckled she felt him losing up for her. As soon as she had put her back to the tree and looked up to him she felt him crashing against her. His lips were fevered, rushing the whole thing to be honest, as his hand gripped her thigh and hiked it up over his.
"Ain't got long, darks coming soon." He was already panting as she nodded, running her hands through his hair and tugging his lips back to hers.
"You better be coming soon. Pants…now." Daryl nodded, running his hand down from her neck to waist band on her jeans and flicking the button open. As he tugged her zipper down her hands fiddled with his jeans and she smirked, biting her bottom lip as she heard his belt finally opening.
"You need to keep ya belt on too Trix, need ya knife." Daryl was trying to teach her recently that having a knife on her side was just as important as the machete she kept in her boot but she hated the tight feeling of the belts and always fought with him on it.
"You got one, you're always around me, why do I need one?" She glanced up to him, seeing that he was watching his hands as he tugged her jeans down. He smirked as he noticed she had gone commando for the day and when she tugged his jeans and boxers down she leaned up to kiss him. His hand gripped her ass, tugging on her and giving her the signal to jump. As she wrapped her legs around him she felt his hands grip her tighter, holding her steady as her back pressed into the tree. Running her hands around his neck she dug her right hand into his shoulder as her left gripped into his hair. Leaning her head back the moment he thrusted up into her she heard a whimpering moan slip from her lips. It hadn't been a long time since they were together last, but it hadn't been within the past few days.
"Fucking tight….damn." Daryl grunted, moving closer to her and pressing her further into the tree, feeling her chest move with every breath as he thrusted into her at a fast pace. When she rolled her head to the side, her nails digging into his skin, he dipped his head and bit down on the junction between her neck and shoulder, right over her collar bone. She gripped him tighter then, nails and inside walls, while he growled against her skin. It was salty with her sweat from tracking all day and the added 'exercise' they were doing now helped to heighten her natural scent that drove him wild. He could find her from miles away just by her scent and she knew it, that's why when she was hunting or working he loved watching her. He was just like a dominate animal and that drove her crazy.
"Daryl….oh god Daryl…..fuck….." Her legs tightened around him, squeezing him to her as his fingers dug into her ass, moving her perfectly against him that she was about to break.
"I hear ya, I got ya…..cum for me." He nipped at her neck, her jawline and her chin as her breath grew ragged. She whimpered before turning her head to capture his lips with hers, immediately twisting her tongue with his and crying out against him as she broke around him. Her inside walls clamped around him, squeezing him tightly as he continued thrusting past them, determined to see her out to the end. When she broke away for breath she caught his grin, that shit eating grin she loved, and she smiled herself as she dug her nails deeper into his skin.
"Fuck Daryl….please….." His eyes snapped to hers, meeting her gaze as she bit her lip, begging now. His one weakness from her.
"What? Please what?" He was almost there, close to his breaking point as well, and he knew she was about to break him as she trailed her nails through his hair, over his scalp.
"Please….oh god cum in me Daryl…I need to feel you cum!" He grunted, knowing she was going to do that but loving every second of it as he broke and shot a load of hot cum into her, making her shiver and clench him again. "Fuck yeah…..god I fucking love you Daryl!"
"Love ya too girl…damn." His breathing was now catching him, making him lean his head against her forehead as he slowly came down from his high. She was still catching her breath as well when she felt his hand tapping her ass and she untangled her legs from around him. Once she was on her own feet she leaned fully against the tree, feeling him leaning forward a bit as well before he smiled to her.
"You are bad for me ya know that right?" Daryl shrugged, leaning in to lightly kiss her once.
"Ya love it."
"I do."
'I knew it." Trixie smirked, laughing softly as she gripped at his vest that was covering a no sleeve shirt under it.
"You followed me just for this?" Daryl shook his head, nodding to the side where Trixie had been scouting the doe.
"Found her about half an hour back. Finding you tracking her was better though." Trixie smirked, shaking her head as she kissed his cheek, then his neck, then his shoulder as she hugged him. After they both caught a bit more of their breaths they finally stood, fixing their jeans, before turning to glance around them just in case. They always made sure that after a run with each other there were no walkers around to ruin a good thing.
"So, think we can still find her or think she left thanks to that noise?" Daryl grunted, shrugging his shoulders before handing her the crossbow back.
"Probably wouldn't be too far, she was tired. See her foaming?"
"Yeah, but I wasn't really thinking much about that when my boyfriend grabbed me from behind for a bit of mid- day fun." Daryl smirked, throwing an arm around her shoulders before steering her through the bush where the doe had just been.
"Ya weren't complaining." Trixie laughed then, nudging him a bit before wrapping her arm around his waist and scanning for tracks with him.
"Nope, never do. Now lets find her and get home to eat." Daryl nodded, searching the tracks as well before pointing out where the doe had traveled after he had grabbed her. Trixie nodded too, following along with his steps as they went to see how far the doe might have gotten. Neither one of them heard the person leaving from behind them, turning in the opposite direction and walking away.
