I was ask to do some Rick/Daryl and since I love slash I agreed. Rick and Daryl get real close during a run gone wrong. Mature content. If this is not your thing or you don't like slash skip this.

Daryl cursed when he saw the heard coming from all sides. They'd had to leave the truck for now and run back to the house he saw a few miles back. Looking over at Rick he spoke.

"Grab what ya can. We need to run back to that house we passed. Herd's to thick to drive through." Daryl said and Rick nodded taking out his gun and grabbing his back pack. Daryl grabbed his bow and bag and they slipped out of the truck into the freezing rain, locking the doors they ran.

Daryl led them the only way he knew to lose the herd and that meant they would have to cross the pond to lose their scent. Groaning they both hissed as the cold watered touched their skins as they swam through the pond and back out the other end. Freezing now they ran up the hill and into the house.

"Start a fire if you can. I'm going to board the house up for the night. We anit going nowhere till morning." Daryl told his friend who nodded and did what he was ask. Rick secretly liked it when Daryl gave him orders. It was nice not to lead all the time but ever since Daryl killed the Governor before he could kill Hershel, Michonne or Rick and then saved them all Rick had been noticing Daryl more and more and not just in the best friend brother kind of way but as in he wanted Daryl in his bed every night kinda way but he was far too scared of the volatile hunter to say anything.

Daryl boarded up the house and found a few towels and blankets they could use. Neither of them had clothes with them so they'd just have to suck it up. Stripping off his vest, jacket and shirt not caring anymore about his scars he walked into the living room and tossed a towel and blanket to Rick as he hung his clothes to dry. He was pulling off his boots and socks when he saw Rick hadn't moved.

"Rick, man you need to get out of those wet clothes." Daryl told him as he un buttoned his pants and slide them off. He had shorts on underneath. He could see Rick shivering violently on the floor in front of the small fire but he wasn't doing much moving.

Moving over to him Daryl dropped to the floor and moved to touch Rick's face and drew back with a hiss.

"Damn, Man your ice cold." Daryl said and Rick was able to nod but couldn't really talk much. Not with his mouth shivering the way it was.

Daryl knew if he didn't get Rick out of those clothes he'd never make it through the night and Daryl refused to lose Rick.

Spreading out one of the blankets he removed Rick's button down shirt and hung it by his on the mantel. He took off his boots and socks as fast and careful as he could. He moved Rick around carefully and laid him back onto the blanket and used the towel to dry his upper body and hair the best he could. Once that was done he moved his hands to his belt and nervously removed it and slid his jeans off his legs and hung them too. Rick was in boxers and Daryl tried to keep his eyes away from that area as he took off his short that were still soaked leaving them both in only boxers now. He toweled dried off Rick's legs and tried to warm his body up by rubbing his hands up and down his legs and arms, trying to get the blood to flow again.

"Figures I'd have to damn near die to get you near me almost naked." Rick mumbled and Daryl snapped his head up to look at Rick's face.

"Huh?" Daryl ask unsure if he meant what Daryl though he did. Rick shook his head and tried to move back.

"Forget it." Rick said but Daryl was having none of that. Moving fast he pressed Rick back to the blanket with his body and leaned both his hands on either side of Rick's head and gave him a stern look.

"Ya trying to say you've been wanting me naked near ya?" Daryl ask and Rick stared at him with side eyes as his shivering died down some.

"Not if it makes you uncomfortable Daryl." Rick told him and Daryl closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and kissing Rick deeply.

Rick was floored. He didn't know what to expect when he accidently blurted out what he did but he kissed back all the same. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

Daryl settled his body down on Rick to help warm him up more and to also feel him against his skin. He felt the cold but didn't let him slow him down. He had admitted to himself a while back that Rick meant more to him than just one of the group. He was Daryl's best friend, the one he knew he could trust. The one he loved. Daryl had never been with a man before, having a brother like Merle he never could give it a shot. He'd thought about it before but Rick was more than just thinking about it. He wanted it and it seemed Rick did too.

Rick groaned into Daryl's mouth when he felt Daryl gripped his hair in his hands and pulled his head back some so he could kiss down his throat, biting and sucking roughly. Just like Rick fantasized how it would be with Daryl. Raw just like the hunter was.

Daryl kissed his way down Rick's chest, biting one of his nipples as he went and smirked when Rick cursed and arched his back.

Rick knew Daryl probably never did this before with a guy and neither had Rick but what Daryl was doing felt better than anything any women ever did to him and he wanted more.

"Daryl." Rick moaned and Daryl stared at him with those intense blue eyes as he licked his way down Rick's stomach and pulled his boxes off quickly.

Daryl was just going on instinct here and grabbed Rick and started storking him the way he like himself. When Rick moaned he figured he was doing something right. Leaning forward Daryl gave it a try and locked the head, tasting Rick for the first time.

When Daryl didn't mind the taste at all he dove in with gusto wanting to make more of those moans come from Rick's mouth.

And moan he did when his hunter took him all the way into the back of his throat before pulling back and sucking hard.

"Son of a." Rick cursed as he gripped Daryl's hair in one hand and slammed the other down on the floor in shock. Daryl smirked up at him with those intense eyes.

"Daryl. I'm." Rick tried to warn but Daryl was ready and hummed around him and Rick exploded when a scream and Daryl swallowed quickly not minding the taste at all.

Kissing back up Rick's body Daryl slipped off his boxers and grinded his still hard dick against Rick's hardening one.

"Want more?" Daryl ask in a rough but breathless voice. Nodding Rick hissed when one of Daryl's fingers slowly breeched him for the first time ever and Daryl cursed at how tight he was.

"Damn." Daryl told him as he bent forward and kissed Rick again as he entered another finger and started stretching him good. He didn't want to hurt Rick and he'd never done this with a man before only ever a couple women and they always complained it hurt if not prepared good.

After three fingers Rick was use to the pain and only wanted Daryl to hurry up. He was hard again and needing another release.

"Daryl. Now. Please." Rick told him and Daryl pulled back enough to look at him.

"Don't wanna hurt ya." He told Rick and Rick felt his heart beat faster at the concern Daryl was showing even during this. When Daryl swiped his fingers over Rick's prostate Rick gasp and arched off the bed.

"Damn. Do that shit again." Rick told him and Daryl chuckled and did it over and over until Rick couldn't take anymore.

"Now. Damn it." Rick growled and Daryl knew he was ready now.

Spitting in his hand for some lube he eased into Rick as slowly as possible. Rick gasp as the burn of the stretch washed over him but he liked it. Wanted to feel it more often.

When Daryl was all the way in he gave Rick and himself a moment to gather themselves before pulling out and pushing back in.

"Fucking shit you're tight." Daryl told him and Rick grabbed Daryl's hair and pulled him down to kiss him, running his hands lovingly down the scars on his back as Daryl picked up pace and damn near plowed into him, hitting his prostate every time.

When Rick found another release and clamped down on Daryl like a vise Daryl followed behind Rick coating his insides with his warmth before collapsing into Rick, panting hard.

Rick tossed the other blanket over Daryl's sweat covered back and settled down and enjoyed the weight of the hunter on top of him.

"Damn. Anit ever did that with no man before." Daryl told him and Rick chuckled.

"Me either but I liked it." Rick told him and Daryl grunted in agreement.

"I anit gay thought." Daryl told him and Rick snorted.

"Me either. It's just you I guess." Rick told him and Daryl nodded and slide off Rick and laid down next to him curling his body against the sheriff the best he could to keep him warm.

Rick fell to sleep with a smile on this face and didn't have any nightmares that night. Daryl was his peace in the world gone to hell.

When they got back to the prison the next day and Daryl silently moved his things into Rick and Judith's cell no one in there block said a thing to either of them. Carl and Michonne both had smiles on their faces like they had been waiting for it to happen and Daryl just flipped them both off but followed Rick inside and shut the curtain.

Rick was his and he didn't give a shit what anyone thought.