Sorry this took so long. I'll post two chapters and some smut to make amends :)

Jamie fit in with all of Daryl's friends and they all shared a great dinner together outside on the Grimes' back deck. Carl and Judith were adorable kids, and they made Jamie wish that she was younger, just a little bit. It was too late now; she had cervical cancer when she was thirty-five and had a radical hysterectomy. But if she could go back in time, she would have had a child before then. If she had known that one day, it would be too late. It would have been different.

If she could go back in time, well, she wouldn't have married Greg.

A lifetime of regrets. There would be no children for her.

Greg reminded her of that every chance he got. She was a cancer survivor, a walking miracle and he called her barren Sharon. She had to undergo both chemotherapy and radiation treatments after the hysterectomy, and all he could think about was that she couldn't give him children.

He was a dick, and she was surprised she didn't clock him in the head way before now.

But she loved children and was so happy to watch Carl and Judith playing. They were really good kids, and they loved Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn, that was very evident.

Lori and Rick had done well with them both.

It was nice to relax, she had been on the run and forgot how nice it is to be with people. This was a fun night and she was glad that she got into his truck last night.

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After they ate dinner she and Maggie helped Lori do the dishes. They made small talk until Maggie decided to start asking a few questions. Lori had been thinking to herself and wondering about her too. Jamie seemed nice enough, but Daryl was their friend.

He just showed up with this stranger out of the blue, and they wanted to make sure he wasn't going to get hurt.

They wondered what Merle thought about all of this too.

"So Jamie." Maggie started the conversation that Lori also wanted to start. "How did you meet Daryl?"

Jamie considered her options, tell the truth and risk all the questions or lie and risk getting caught. It was too big of a risk; she was starting to like him.

She took a deep breath, squared off her shoulders like the badass she was and turned to Lori.

"He picked me up hitchhiking last night." She said, and both Maggie and Lori's mouths dropped open. "I ran away from my ex-husband."

"Oh," Lori said, and she looked over at Maggie because she felt like she put her foot in her mouth now with her question. "I didn't mean to pry."

Much, Jamie thought to herself.

"Oh, it's ok. I mean I didn't kill him or anything." She smiled and threw her head back in laughter and then both Lori and Maggie started laughing with her.

/

The three men sat out on the deck while the women were inside and they heard them break out in laughter. Rick raised his eyebrow at Daryl and Daryl shrugged. He had no clue what they could be laughing at right now but they were really going at it.

"Must have been a good joke.

"Don't look at me; I ain't got a clue," Daryl said.

"So what's the deal with you and her?" Glenn asked.

"Nothing," Daryl said, almost blurting out yet after that. But he wasn't sure; they had kissed, and it had been fucking hot. He wanted more, but he didn't know what she wanted.

For all he knew she was still a fake girlfriend. He was going to have to find out.

"Yeah, I'm sure Daryl," Glenn said. "You keep telling yourself that."

"What." He asked.

"I can just tell," Glenn said taking a sip of his beer. "Back me up Rick."

"Well." He started but then the sliding door opened, and the girls were coming out.

Saved by the bell. Sometimes life was sweet. Sometimes you were just minding your own business, towing an unruly car down the street and an angel walked into your path. And sometimes, you got saved by embarrassing questions by that same angel.

"Hey, Daryl," Maggie said. "Jamie tells me you picked her up hitchhiking."

He looked over at her like a deer caught in the headlights and she just shrugged. Well, he supposed this was how it was now.

He hadn't expected that.

This one was going to keep him on his toes, that was for sure.

/

Jamie had just gotten done using the bathroom and was washing her hands when there was a knock on the door. She murmured 'Just a minute' and from the other side of the door she heard Daryl saying 'Can I come in, you decent'. She shook her head wondering what the hell he was doing.

She opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there with one hand up on the door jamb. He smiled at her and said 'Hi.'

Then he walked in and shut the door, locking it behind him.

"Hey, your friends are out there." She said as he backed her up against the sink bringing his hands to her hips.

He pressed against her and then took her face in his hands.

"What are you…" He cut her off by kissing her much like he had done it that afternoon. She was annoyed and then absolutely distracted, especially when he caught her bottom lip between his teeth briefly and then leaned his forehead against hers.

"I just wanted a kiss." He said smiling at her.

Then he kissed her again, and it was just as distracting. He was a good kisser, which made her laugh because all of his friends had this other idea about him.

Lori and Maggie went on and on about how he didn't date much while they were talking in the kitchen. They interrogated her somewhat, but she fielded their questions and didn't give too much away.

Still, they had no clue about what she was thinking was the real him. The real him barged into the bathroom to assault her mouth while everyone was outside waiting to play cards.

"That's two." She said laughing.

And then he went in for the kill and kissed her until her knees were weak and she was trembling.

"Come home with me tonight?" He said after he was done with her, she just nodded her head as if she were hypnotized.

Her lips were tingling and swollen, and her stomach was lurching inside of her. He stepped back to give her a little air.

"You don't give a girl a choice kissing like that." She whispered.

He shook his head "You always have a choice."

"You don't know me very well." She said quietly.

"I know I want you in my bed tonight, and that's all I need to know at the moment." He said grinning at her.

She laughed. "Your friends think you are some bumbling fool when it comes to women." She said as he went in for another kiss.

"I know." He said winking at her. "Jokes on them."

Eight

Daryl did as she asked and brought the chair into his bedroom. He had wondered if she was serious and now, he knew she was. She was as mysterious as a fantasy come true, surprising him at every turn in this relationship. If that was what it was, it was complicated, so complicated, but not right now. They weren't thinking about that now. They were of one thought at this moment, together.

They were on the same page about a lot of things, it turned out.

They had only met just 24 hours earlier, and now they were at his house together, a personal best for him. He had never had a one-night stand or anything like that before. But, he also never got a woman back to his house in less than 24 hours either.

Daryl was more of a serial dater, he got involved in short term relationships, but nothing ever stuck. He thought it was him, until tonight. It seemed like he had met his match now.

Of course, she was married; that was how his shit went. Fifteen single girls since he was old enough to date, and he had no interest in any of them and the one who held his attention wasn't available.

He was still going to fuck her, though; he wasn't stupid. She wanted what he wanted, the same thing. That was irresistible; that was a first.

He might have to marry her. After she was no longer married, that is.

On the way home, they stopped to buy condoms and talked about what was going to happen next. Clearly, it was understood they were going to his house for sex. They decided that in Rick's bathroom hours ago. Then they sat through two hours of Canasta opposite each other at the table which was torture.

The right kind.

She was good at it too, running her foot up his leg and right into his lap under the table.

He never knew what exactly was going to come out of her mouth next and that kept him on the edge of his seat all the time.

Jamie just came out with whatever was on her mind, not like other girls he knew before, who watched every word and kissed everyone's ass.

She had turned to him in the pharmacy parking lot as they sat in the truck and said she liked how aggressive he was in the bathroom. He had been a little embarrassed about that, but she said she loved it.

Jamie said he left her weak in the knees and she didn't mind telling him. She told him about her job in New York and how she had been the manager. She was always in charge and giving orders to everyone.

She didn't want to be the one giving orders in the bedroom. It turned out he was a little bossy, and she had picked up on that in the bathroom earlier at Rick's.

They talked about exactly what she meant and about this being a first for both of them. They were just going to do and say what felt right and have fun.

They were going to play a game. But if either of them wanted to stop, all they had to do was say so. Then it would all stop.

They joked that they got all of the paperwork done first and now once they got to his house they could really have some fun.

He didn't even know if she was staying past the next day, but somehow they both wanted this anyway. And it was on, for as long as it lasted.

So now he was sitting down in the chair from the kitchen in front of his bed, and she sat opposite him at the foot of the bed.

"Close your eyes." He said to her. "And don't open them or I'll blindfold you." He said as he started unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.

She closed her eyes and nodded, and already her heart was racing out of her chest. She could hear him stand up and unbuckled his belt and pull it off; she heard it clank onto the floor. She jumped a little at the sound, and now she could sense him in front of her.

He stood right before her, and she could smell him. He smelled delicious, and she wanted to lick his stomach, but that wasn't the game.

Then his hands were on her head and running through her hair he massaged her scalp, and she almost groaned out loud.

"Keep them closed." He warned as his hands moved down over her face until his fingers were at her lips. He rubbed two fingers over her lips until they parted and then slid one into her mouth. "You sure you wanna play this game?"

She nodded as he pulled his finger out of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her.

"I asked you, remember?" She said, but she kept her eyes closed.

He took her face in his hands again and kissed her deep and slow. Then he sat back on the chair.

"Now open your eyes and look at me."

She opened her eyes and his gaze on her was full of fire.

"Take off your shirt." He said, and she pulled it over her head not breaking the gaze between them.

She dropped her shirt on the floor not taking her eyes away from him. He noticed she squirmed on the bed a little, trying to create friction.

"You want those pants off too Jamie?" He asked as he was unzipping his pants to get relief because his dick was making a tent in his boxers and throbbing already.

"Yes." She said.

"Then take them off." He answered.

Jamie stood up and complied with his instruction, taking off her shoes and sliding her jeans down. Then she took one foot out of them and kicked them over at his feet with the other foot.

Then she lit up his entire world with the most wicked smile.

"Feisty?" He said, quirking an eyebrow at her and she nodded. "Back on the bed then."

She sat back down, and he motioned his hand that she should scoot back. He still sat in the chair, but he was getting the feeling he wouldn't be much longer.

She scooted back a little and put her hands behind her to sit back. She was in her bra and underwear still waiting for his next instruction.

Meanwhile, her heart was leaping in her chest from it, and he breathing was getting ragged already. He wasn't doing much better, but he wasn't stopping now.

"Take it off." He said.

"All of it?" She asked still not moving her eyes from his, and he nodded.

She brought her fingers up to the front clasp of her bra and unhooked it and watched his reaction. He pulled in a deep breath at the sight of her, and he could not wait to touch her.

But not yet.

Then she slid her underwear down over her legs and kicked them onto the floor.

"That's good sweetheart." He smiled at her. "Now tell me how you feel, tell me everything."

She sat back on the bed on her elbows again she could see how he was feeling and she watched him adjust himself, trying to take some of the pressure off.

"I'm so turned on I can't stand it, and you just touched yourself …" She breathed out. "That was so hot."

"Spread your legs." He whispered and swallowed hard when she complied, and he could see her. She was still sitting up, but he wanted a better view.

He watched her breathing and her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You ok?" He asked her.

"I'm great." She laughed out. "You?"

He nodded, never taking his eyes from hers. "I'll keep asking, cause I'm a gentleman."

She just smiled at him, feeling the heat from his stare on her skin now. She had goosebumps.

"Now touch yourself the way you like." He said all business again." And you can lay down if you want to."

Daryl watched as she ran her hands over her breasts in front of him first and then laid down, putting her feet up onto the bed.

Now she couldn't see him, but she heard him moving the chair closer. She continued running her hands over her breasts even though he couldn't see so well from the angle she was at.

She had a feeling he wanted to see something else, so she reached her hand down between her legs and heard him hiss out a groan. She let her knees come apart, and she knew he had a front row seat now and an excellent view of the action.

"Oh god damn Jamie." He blurted out as he watched her fingers. He could see how wet she was already and they hadn't done anything yet. He just ordered her around a little bit. She got off on it; that much was clear, and so did he.

He watched her hand memorized by it. He hadn't been up close and personal with someone ever before in this way.

He watched as she expertly moved her hands over herself and he could hear her breathing speeding up. Of course, she knew what she was doing. People liked to lie about it all the time, but no one knew their way around your body better than you.

Just like he knew just how to touch his dick the right way so that it felt good, without blowing his load all over the place. People masturbated, that was a fact, and she was letting him watch. Fucking hot.

"Don't stop sweetheart, not till I tell you to."

"I won't." She gasped out as she felt herself starting to tingle everywhere and it had happened so fast. She felt his eyes on her; this was never something for someone else's eyes before. And she hadn't lied. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.

She moved her hips around on the bed and Daryl watched her intently, the way her fingers slid across her skin. His dick was throbbing, and he was sweating from watching her. She was beautiful to him.

"Stop." He said just as she was about to make herself come and she did, letting out a sigh of frustration and almost calling him an asshole.

She was almost there, and he stopped her, goddamn him.

Then he was on his knees with his face between her legs and she almost levitated off the bed when he licked her nice and slow with the flat of his tongue.

He smiled when he heard the sound she made, a growl deep in her chest as if he was turning her into an animal.

"Better." He said, but he didn't wait for her to answer he just kept on going. She tasted like sweet peaches on a hot summer's day, and he couldn't get enough of her. He was totally lost in the effort to please her now, and he didn't hold anything back.

He slid his hands up to rest on her belly and held her in place while he assaulted her pussy like it was his day job. She reached down and grabbed on to his hair to keep him in place.

"Jesus Christ Daryl, how do you not have a girlfriend?" She panted out as she pulled him closer letting her legs fall wide open now.

He ran his tongue over her until she was screaming his name and pulling him up to her face and giving him the hardest and dirtiest kiss he had ever had.

Her hands were climbing down his chest and over his stomach causing him to tremble, and she reached his jeans struggling to get them down.

He reached into his back pocket before she got his pants off and pulled out the condom he had shoved in there.

"Here." He handed it to her." You do it."

He stood up and shucked his pants off entirely and came back down on the bed with her.

"Touch me first." He whispered, and she was happy to comply, taking his dick in her hand and ripping the condom wrapper with her teeth, making sure he saw her do it.

She ran her hand over his dick and it was not a disappointment, surely she would have difficulty walking in the morning.

'Good.' She thought to herself as she slid the condom over him and he let out a growl. He was on top of her in seconds.

He couldn't wait another second to have her completely, but he still wanted the game.

"You want it, Jamie." He sighed out against her ear, knowing he wouldn't be able to play it much longer because he had to have her.

"Yes." She answered, grinding herself against his leg that was between hers.

"How bad." He pushed against her and rose up on his knees pulling her legs apart, shaking his hair out of his face.

"I want it." She breathed out.

"What do you want." He pulled her legs up so that he was right against her, teasing her mercilessly, rubbing himself along her entrance.

She was gripping the sheets on the bed, and her head was rolling back and forth, but she settled her eyes on him.

"I want your dick inside me as far as possible." He pulled her closer, and she blurted out. "Give it to me."

He hoisted her legs under his arms and pushed inside her letting out a gasp along with her.

"Oh fuck me." He cried out and his head was swimming from how good this felt. "Take it, Jamie. Take it."

Daryl released her legs and ground his hips into her in a steady rhythm that was going to drive them both over the edge.

"Take my dick." He leaned down and kissed her pulling her hands up over her head and holding them there against the pillows.

"Give it to me." She bucked her hips against his, and he still held her hands down. "Give it to me."

He felt her starting to contract around him, and she was screaming his name out.

"Yes, fuck, come on me." His words were coming out in ragged breaths now. "Come on me."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back off the bed as everything went white behind her eyes. He still had her arms held over her head as she threw her head back, her legs shaking around him, his name on her lips.

He was close, right there moving faster and faster as her body squeezed it out of him.

"Oh God." She puffed out still coming down from the best orgasm of her life as he collapsed on top of her in a heap spewing out a string of curses.

"You think?" He said wrapping his arm around her and kissing the side of her face. "I sure hope you're planning on sticking around a while Jamie."

She nodded and looked over at the backpack full of money. She hadn't wanted to involve him in her shit storm, but he just walked right into it and set up shop like it was nothing.

She felt it unwise to leave the best lay of her life too soon.