Sorry for the pause, again, but I'm working to get back into a rythm with the Walking Dead; my mom bought season five so my inspiration is starting to flow back to me. We're starting to get towards the really M rated stuff so buckle up guys, the rating may change.
This is now posted to Archive of Our Own too so if you're interested, the more sexual and twisted themes are over there. Its hard to post over there on a phone though so its updates are more slow going than over here. Again, I'm steadily getting back into the flow over here so fingers crossed.
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"Hear that?" Shane muttered to Glenn, looking up into the trees.
Glenn looked around, placing the gas canister against the back wheel of the Jeep and picking up another. "Hear what?"
Shane shook his head and adjusted the bill of his Sheriff cap. "Sounded like…a scream."
Glen shrugged. "I didn't hear anything."
Sane looked around again, glaring at the Walkers stumbling towards them; they were too far away to be a bother but Shane was still paranoid. More Walkers had been showing up every day now, it was concerning to Shane. They must be running out of food in the city now and were spreading out, which was a fresh threat. Shane muttered a curse under his breath and picked up two of the jugs Glenn had just finished off, placing them in the back of the Jeep before he went around to the hood of the Jeep and started looking at the map. His brow furrowed and he looked around the Jeep to Glenn who was loading the last of the gas canisters into the back of the Jeep.
"Ain't there a subdivision up ahead," Shane asked.
Glenn looked over at him, dusting off his hands. He nodded after a moment. "Uh yeah, why?"
Shane waved him over and continued to look at the highlighted area. It wasn't large and it was rather far off the main road, which was perfect. If he had known about it before they had set up at the quarry, I would have been a nice place to hold up, set up camp.
"Don't think it would have been raided too bad, it seems like it was really out in the middle of nowhere."
Glenn looked over the map. "Yeah, they weren't done clearing out the woods around it to build more houses. Weird if you ask me. Maybe we should go and check it out."
Shane thought for a moment and his fists balled up against the map. "Wait a minute…where did those Dixons and that girl go?"
Glenn looked up, his brow dripping sweat. "Marcine said they were goin to a place nearby, about twenty minutes away. Think they could have been headed there?"
Shane nodded. "There's nowhere else to go unless they go into the city."
Glenn sighed and walked around to the passenger's seat. "Fine, let's go over there."
Shane grumbled as he folded up the map and shoved it into his back pocket. Those Dixons were bad for that girl. He thought she had been normal at first, but as soon as she went near them he knew she would change. And he was right, she had changed; she was becoming one of them, slowly but surely. Shane knew what they were all about, he knew they had killed before, humans and not Walkers. He had seen them on wanted posters up north, where they were supposed to be from. They had kidnapped and raped a few women, but it wasn't set in stone. You don't just kill women and then throw a few men in there, unless they get in the way of you killing the women. But those men had been kidnapped and tortured. Maybe Shane was wrong and they were just the normal rednecks, drunk and high all the time while also being extremely aggressive.
Shane rubbed his face, one hand on the steering wheel. He was thinking too hard, as usual. "Ain't that it up ahead?"
Glenn nodded. "Yep."
Silence again. The road was smooth, fresh, to the subdivision and it was a relief to Shane. All of the roads near the quarry were rough and cracked, unlevel, it was hell on the vehicles. They parked in the woods a few feet from the blood streaked brick sign declaring the name of the subdivision. Shane and Glenn stepped out from the Jeep, Shane holding onto his pistol tightly, Glenn holding onto his bat as he looked around. They started in, eyes darting around in case there were any Walkers around or, Hell, people. There were a few bodies lying across the ground, some recently killed Walkers. Shane pressed a hand against Glenn's arm, making him jump and stop. Shane pointed to the dead Walkers and Glenn looked around again.
"Hey there's Daryl's truck," Glenn whispered, pointing at the blue pickup parked between two houses.
Shane opened his mouth to speak but a scream cut him off. They looked to their lefts and saw Marcine running from a house at the end of the street, hair flying and fear evident on her face. She hit the concrete face first and screamed when a tall man grabbed a hold of her leg, trying to pull her back inside. He was dark skinned, but not African American or Mexican, and he wore an old jumpsuit, thick and imposing at just a glance. Glenn ran forward but one look from the man made him scuttle back in fear. Shane rolled his eyes and took one step forward, raising the gun and firing. It skimmed across his shoulder and he laughed, giving one jerk and pulling Marcine closer to him. An arrow pierced his skull and he gurgled, falling forward onto Marcine and threatening to suffocate her. She screamed for the third time and crawled out from under him, running towards Daryl and holding onto his arm.
"The fuck just happened here," Shane shoved his gun in the waistband of his jeans and took a few steps forward.
Daryl shrugged Marcine off and she nodded, jogging back to the house she ran out of. He pressed the toe of his boot against the man's skull and jerked his arrow out. "Walked in on the son of a bitch rapin' some girl," Daryl shook his head, kicking the man in the skull. It gave a crunch and he smirked, looking up at Shane and Glenn. "tried to get Marcine."
"Where is your brother?"
Daryl raised a brow. "Back there wrappin the girl up, they should be out soon."
Shane nodded slowly. "Alright, they need help?"
Daryl moved to stand in front of Shane as he took a step towards the house. They looked each other up and down, both challenging each other. "They don't need your help."
Shane stared at him, eyes flickering towards the house in front of him. He saw Marcine's small figure race across the doorway and his eye twitched. He didn't trust what was going on in there, he didn't like it but he couldn't just jump into a fight with both Dixon brothers. He knew Glenn would be no help and Marcine could probably attack him. She may have been small but that was her advantage; she was fast, nimble and dare he say flexible. She could get the upper hand on him easily with just the right twists. Hell, Shane was too proud to admit a few emaciated women had gotten the upper hand on him on more than one occasion.
Shane took a breath and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine, we'll just wait here."
"Gonna be waitin awhile," Daryl muttered.
Glenn stepped forward, eyes wide. "M-Maybe we should go back Shane, they can handle this."
Shane stared at Daryl, eyes narrowed and crossed over his shoulder. He sighed, turning around towards the Jeep. "Fuck it…come on Glenn."
Daryl stomped back into the house, breathing deeply and loudly in anger. He stopped in the doorway to the living room, watching Marcine hold the woman's legs down as she tried to kick at Merle, who was still ruttin into her like a beast.
"Almost got caught," Daryl growled, looking out the window.
"Ah-calm down lil broth-nngh-er. Lucky that spook came out of hidin when he did," Merle panted.
Daryl turned from the window when he saw the Jeep disappear. "He woulda saw this we'd all be dead," Daryl waved at what was going on in front of him.
Marcine looked around Merle at him, brow creased in confusion as she let the woman's ankles go. She moved around Merle and crouched beside the woman's bobbing head, holding it still long enough to press her ear to her mouth. "She's dead."
Merle gave two long, full thrusts before he groaned, leering at Marcine. Daryl growled and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her behind him. " 'm done, let's bury the bitch and go."
Daryl shook his head as Merle pulled away from the woman, dick dripping blood. "Leave 'er, she'll change soon enough. Get your shit clean and then we'll go."
Merle rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of water that had all but materialized from the coffee table. Marcine looked away, threading her fingers through Daryl's. He kept his eyes out the window, looking for any new threat but squeezed her hand in his. Oddly enough he didn't want to lose her, didn't want her to leave him. He had only had his brother for so long he forgot what it was like to have other company, let alone a woman's.
He hadn't lied to her when he said he never raped the women they killed. He was the one that disposed of them, Merle did all the real dirty work. Rapin and torturing em…that was his thing. The men they had killed were testing their limits. Daryl was surprised they hadn't been caught yet, when the outbreak started Daryl knew they could probably flash it but didn't want to risk anything. What he would be risking he was clueless about but better safe than sorry. That pig, Shane, was on to them. He knew something, he was getting bold, but knew he was outnumbered alone with Daryl and Merle. Glenn wouldn't have helped, for Marcine's sake. Daryl had seen the little Asian boy following her around camp when she had first gotten there. It was pathetic and Daryl knew he would never stoop to that level of worthlessness. He was pretty worthless now but following a woman around like a puppy? Hell no.
"Daryl…Daryl come on."
Daryl looked over at Marcine as she tugged on his hand, pulling him towards the door. He nodded and let her pull him along, making sure no one was watching them as they left the house. Just on the threshold of the door he heard the woman reanimating, turning into one of those things. No evidence really. He was glad that spook had come out from hiding. He had been hiding in the kitchen pantry, chased Marcine around until she went outside. Daryl had to admit he was more than pissed when he saw that asshole standing over Marcine.
Merle sat in the driver's seat while Daryl sat in the passenger seat. There was room for Marcine to sit between them, like they had on the ride up, but she sat in Daryl's lap. As they drove Daryl caught her eye and could feel the heat from her sex against his. He swallowed hard and moved a hand up, settling the fingers right above her junction. Killing turned her on, just like it did to Daryl. It took him two years to get aroused by it, not like he was trying or anything, but up until then he had just done it because it was fun. When Merle showed up with tha hooker the first time Daryl was more than scared, of course he didn't show it. He didn't want to go to jail, he was an outdoors man. Not just because he loved to hunt or anything like that, but because he hated being locked in a box. He hated being stuck in a building for too long, school was hell for him.
"No heavy pettin les I get some," Merle's voice broke Daryl and Marcine's stares.
Marcine glared at Merle and Daryl chuckled, leaving his hand where it was. He stretched up, whispering against her ear. "Don' wanna share anyway…" he took her lobe between his teeth and pulled a little before settling back into his seat.
He smirked at the way she was frozen, eyes a little wide from his sudden actions. Daryl had been serious when he told Merle that she was his. He had claimed her the moment he saw her stumbling up that road, covered in blood. He would have preferred a virgin but she would do just find. And he wouldn't dispose of her like all the others. She was going to be his first rape, like it was a planned party or a business deal. At one point in his life Daryl would be absolutely disgusted with those thoughts but after all these years he learned to embrace it. Seeing what Marcine was capable of…she was a partner now. Merle liked her and wanted to keep her, which was a rare thing so Daryl knew she could get better.
Marcine's eyes snapped open to the edge of the tent, her face blank and reserved for nothing. She blinked and stretched, her bottom brushing heartily against Daryl's crotch. She heard him groan and an arm snaked around her middle, tightly pulling her against his chest. His breath was heavy in her ear and it sent a thrill through her, making her shiver and moan. His teeth bit into her neck, making her twitch and rotate. She held onto his hand tightly, as if she were afraid that she would float away if she let go.
"Feisty," he murmured against her ear.
He let her go and she rolled over, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Don't start something you can't finish," she breathed, closing her eyes as his fingers dipped below the waistband of her sleeping shorts.
He stroked at her, earning a small gasp from her lips. "Who said I can't finish it?"
Shr glared at him. "The people waiting outside our tent."
Daryl growled and looked to the zipped flap. He could see a few faint shadows moving around and noticed the noise of their voices buzzing in a whisper. Marcine smirked and pulled his hand from her shorts, her tongue snaking out to lick at her own wetness on his fingers. He looked back to her slowly and Marcine slid her right leg between his and felt him stiff in his boxers. She grinned and pulled away from him, pushing herself up. Marcine hovered above him for a moment, hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her shorts.
She raised a brow, looking through the curtain of her hair as she smirked at him. "Want em off," he nodded and she chuckled, moving over to the tent flap.
She heard Daryl groan as she stepped outside of the tent, arms folding over her chest as she saw Shane, Lori, Glenn and Dale hovering around the middle of the bare ground that separated their camps. It was like some cheesy turf war between the groups. Marcine snorted and took a few steps forward, hearing Daryl putting on his jeans in the tent but she wasn't waiting for him. Merle was beside her soon enough, that was all she needed.
"What do you guys want," she asked slowly.
Shane took the step forward, shrugging Lori's hand off of his arm. "Ya lucky we put it to a vote about you all staying here," he growled out.
Marcine looked over at Daryl as he came up, buttoning his shirt. She looked back over at Shane, taking a step back to be slightly behind Daryl. "And? What's the count?"
Shane did not look happy one bit. He looked down right angry and Marcine could practically see the steam coming from his ears. She giggled a little, catching a few looks but she placed a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet. She guessed she was losing her mind now.
Lori stepped forward, a worn but happy smile on her pretty face, and clapped her hands together. "You guys get to stay!"
Marcine's eyes and smile grew and she launched herself at Lori with a squeal. "We get to stay! We get to fucking stay," she squealed, clinging to Lori.
Lori laughed a little. "Of course!"
Marcine pulled herself off of Lori, smiling over at Daryl and Merle, Merle the only one smiling at her. "We don't have to leave…" she breathed.
She couldn't express how happy she was. True all she wanted was to stay with Daryl and Merle, but she would have missed Lori and Glenn and Amy and the other group members, minus Shane. But he was the one that decided whether or not she and the boys get to stay, who comes and goes around here, so she had to be grateful. Marcine tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear and stepped back towards Daryl, turning to face Shane.
"Honestly I thought there would be a big debate," Marine smirked a little.
Shane glared and shifted his weight to his left hip. He didn't understand how…gay it was. He had nice hips though. "I tried that…Lori and Dale wouldn't let me."
Marcine looked over at Dale, jerking her chin at him. "I didn't think you would op for me to stay."
Dale smiled at her a little, taking a step closer towards her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked at it before back to him. "What you did wasn't exactly something I approve of but seeing Carol so happy…she actually played with her daughter like a mother is supposed to instead of going and retrieving wood while Ed sits on his…well you know what I mean."
Marcine smiled a little, looking to Shane again. "I know you don't like me or the guys Shane…" Marcine bowed her head a little. "but thank you for letting us stay."
Shane looked her over, obviously caught off guard by the kindness coming from Marcine. It was genuine today. She was glad they were getting to stay, grateful he was letting them. Even if Shane was an arrogant asshole, he knew how to protect the group, by letting Marcine and the Dixons to stay with them. They could keep the camp safe better than he could, he had to know that.
Shane rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed for being so rude, and then cleared his throat, holding out a hand. "Sorry about how I acted…Carol told us some of what he did to her and her little girl…"
Marcine stared at the hand for a moment then smiled and took it, giving it a tender shake. "It's fine Shane, really. You letting us stay makes up for it."
They let each others hands go and Shane gave each of them a nod, walking back to the other side of camp. Marcine ignored the mutters coming from him and turned around to the Dixons, a huge grin on her face. Daryl rolled his eyes and turned back towards their tent, ducking in while Merle chuckled and crossed his arms.
"Boy ain't grateful for shit."
Marcine nodded, turning back to Dale and Lori. "But I am, thank you guys, again."
Lori shook her head and waved her words off, taking a step forward to place her hands on the young woman's shoulders. "Marcine I'm just glad to have you still here. You're a great kid, I wouldn't have felt right sending you out there alone."
"She wouldn't 'a been alone," Merle growled behind Marcine.
She held up a hand, signaling for him to shut his mouth. She took a breath and smiled. "He's right Lori, I wouldn't be alone, but I'm glad to be staying. I like the camp, I like the kids and I like some of the people. I didn't want to leave…but Lori if any of you said only I could stay and they had to leave," Marcine looked over her shoulder at Merle, then looking over at Daryl as he came from the tent. "I'd have to go with them."
She looked back to Lori and saw that concern in there, in her eyes, again. She gave a small laugh and wiped at her nose, dusting her hands on the back of her jeans. "Of course…got me all upset and stuff. Why do you have to be so dramatic?"
Marcine smiled. "I couldn't help myself, seemed like the right time to bust out some acting skills. So what did ya think?"
Lori laughed again. "Fantastic, grade A stuff."
Marcine chuckled a little and then shrugged her shoulders for no reason. "Um, I gotta go bathe, anyone down at the quarry?"
"Don' worry bout that, taken ya huntin anyway."
Marcine and Lori looked over at Daryl, who was shrugging his crossbow onto his back. He was taking her hunting? That was all fine and dandy, but what concerned Marcine most is what they would be hunting exactly. Truth be told she was anxious to hunt her first person, male or female. She would ask him when they left, when they got far away from the group and everything. Didn't need anyone hearing in on that. Yesterday was a close enough call with Shane and Glenn. Marcine could never describe how terrifying it was to have that man chase her out of that house. She had been helping Daryl look for food in the cabinets, got close to the pantry and he had busted out. Merle had been no help, laughing as the man chased her around the living room before she had gone outside. It was a blessing in a way. If Shane and Glenn had seen what had been going on in that house it would have been over for them. She would bet Shane would have put them down like Walkers for it.
Marcine gestured at him and looked back over at Lori. "Ok…so I guess I'm going hunting," she looked over her shoulder at Merle, who was scoping out her ass rather bluntly. "You goin to?"
He shook his head. "Nah, goin on a run inta th' city tomorra. You two have fuun," he drew the last word out with a gross leer on his face and Marcine rolled her eyes, stalking over to Daryl.
She gave a slight wave to Lori and Dale, sticking close to Daryl as they stomped through the brush. "What are we huntin?"
Daryl looked up at her for a second before he snorted and looked back into the forest in front of them. "Deer, we runnin outta meat."
Marcine lifted her legs higher to get over the fallen, rotting tree in front of them. "I don't know why you supply them with food, their all assholes to you. Never seen such an ungrateful bunch of people."
Daryl grunted and turned his eyes to the ground. "Can say I uh…got a soft spot fer kids."
Marcine smirked at him. "Oh so the big bad," she noticed his smile and smirked wider. "sexy, feral," his eyes flickered to hers. "Daryl Dixon has a soft spot for the kiddies? That's hot."
He barked a laugh. "Sure it is."
"Real - is that a deer?"
Daryl grabbed a hold of the top of her head and pushed her down to her knees, making her want to cry when pain shot through her back. He raised himself up a little, slowly pulling the crossbow from his back, jaw slightly slack. He pressed the nose of the crossbow against the ground and tucked his boot into the back of it, an arrow in his mouth as he kept his eyes on the deer through the brush. Marcine had to bite her tongue extra hard when he slipped in the soft grass under his knee, causing him fall against the brush and effectively cause the deer to charge away from them. He cursed and kicked, throwing a little mini tantrum that was pretty amusing to Marcine. She sat back against the tree behind her, a smug look on her face as she watched his frustration leek out.
He noticed her look of smug satisfaction and glared at her, dropping the arrow in his hand. Marcine watched it stab into the ground, sticking straight up into the air. She looked up at Daryl as he crouched in front of her, eyes dark and calculating; he reached up and took a hold of her chin, jerking her forward. Marcine flinched on impact, knowing her lips would be bruised, but she kissed back, tongue snaking out to lick at his bottom lip. It was salty and it actually tasted musky, but she liked that. It was what a real man should taste like. He smelt like a real man should, almost acted like a real man could. Sure he could get more in touch with his feelings but honestly Marcine believed that was what attracted her to him, that whole 'I-could-care-less-about-feelings' thing he had going on.
He moved his hand from her chin to her left knee, his other hand on her right knee and he spread her legs. She complied, parting from him for a moment to catch her breath but he just moved his lips down to her jaw and then her neck, suckling and biting every now and again as he stroked her through her shorts. She gave out a small moan and reached one hand up to hang across the back of his neck.
"Coulda…let me change before we left," she panted, whimpering when he hooked a finger against her.
He smirked against her skin. "Less clothin the better right?"
She whimpered again as he slid a finger across her lips, sending shivers through her body. She bucked against his hand, getting a good grip on the neck of his shirt. "Please…not here."
He paused, pulling back to look at her. "Seriously?"
She nodded, heat rising to her cheeks. "I…I want to be somewhere I can feel safe. I don't feel safe out here, so in the open."
"Ya safe as long as your with me," he grumbled.
Marcine looked down. "I know that Daryl…just wait until I get somewhere I do feel safe. I'll let you do anything to me."
He looked over at her, eyes narrowed in thought and he shook his head, standing and moving to grab his arrow from crossbow from the ground. "Let's go 'fore that deer gets too far."
Marcine nodded to his back and pushed herself up, following behind him closely. She swallowed hard and pulled the tie from her wrist, pulling up her hair into a high bun. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her knees were weak from his 'attack'. She wanted more, craved more, wished they could have pressed it but she wasn't ready for it out here. She couldn't wait for it, and she would stick true to her word of letting him do anything to her. She wanted to let him do anything to her. She had never wanted anything so much in such a wrong way.
And that scared her.
