AN: Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has followed or favorited and a huge massive thank you to those people who have reviewed. I don't want to be one of those people who beg for reviews but some more wouldn't hurt, they would even make the story better. I'm sorry this is taking heaps long to update but it's getting hard to write with work and school and all that. Anyway another enormous thanks to my beta Aidan who I wouldn't get anywhere without! Enjoy XX! WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMONS!

Chapter Eleven

It didn't take long for Joelle to gain the weight she had lost in the eight months. She didn't like how everyone treated her like glass though only Daryl had that right. Since her return to the group they had gotten so much closer, it was like she had never left.

Unfortunately the furthering of their relationship would have to wait as Daryl, Rick and a few others had volunteered to go and rescue Glenn and Maggie who had been taken the day before. Joelle had volunteered only to be adamantly refused by Daryl, Rick, Lucas and pretty much everyone in the group.

"Ric-" Joelle was interrupted before she even got his name out.

"NO! This isn't up for discussion!" he hadn't even let her finish and that fucked her off big time, without another word she stormed off.

Walking into her cell she quickly snatched her recently cleaned and sharpened knives and clipped them to her belt before grasping her dual swords off the bed and stomping towards the tombs to vent some of her unmeasurable anger and frustration.

She didn't know how long she was down their expelling her anger on the tireless walkers but eventually she saw the figure of someone very much alive, it was only when his crossbow came into view that she dropped her defensive stance.

Joelle was shocked when he aimed his crossbow at her; she waited for the fatal blow as he fired, only to feel the splat of cold walker blood splash against her neck.

"Shoul' be more careful Elle," he said softly.

"Leave me alone!" she shouted back, she didn't want to be told to be careful. She didn't want to be saved couldn't they understand that she wasn't strong enough, that she wouldn't last?

"No! I know yer angry at us! At me! But ya need ta know it's only cos we care abou' ya!" he shouted back.

"Then you know I'm not strong enough! I'm not worth it! You shouldn't CARE!" Joelle cried her voice breaking with emotion.

"BUT I DO!" he roared and the silence was deafening in its reply. He was close to her now, his breath heaving with his emotion, "but I do care, Elle."

Daryl was close to her now, close enough to send her blood racing with desire. They stared at one another for a second longer before their lips came crashing together in a heated kiss filled with passion and a no longer hidden desperation. Joelle ended the kiss, gasping, "Not here," she whispered a seductive smile on her lips. Grabbing his arm she pulled him into a nearby office and shut the door behind them.

The office had been left untouched but the pair took no notice, their eyes only for each other as they came together in a frenzy of clashing tongues and delicious friction. Daryl spun them around and slammed her into the wall kissing her thoroughly before moving his lips along her jaw and down her neck, she moaned at the sensations he was causing. His hand which had been gripping her hips began their journey upwards brushing the skin under her shirt, tracing patterns and making her shiver. Growing impatient Joelle quickly disposed of her shirt, gasping as Daryl ran his hands over her incased breasts, her nipples firming under his rough hands. His fingers moved from her breasts to her back as he swiftly undid her bra, removing it quickly.

As soon as the bra was clear he was on her breasts touching and licking making her mewl in pleasure. Her hands made their way to the belt on his waist and undid it quickly. She ran her hands under the elastic but hesitated, the last time she had been with a man it hadn't been her choice. Not once had she had a good experience when it came to men, until now. Daryl noticed her hesitancy and pulled back.

"Have you ever been wit' a man Elle? Willingly?" He whispered, his eyes lightening back to blue as the lust was replaced with concern.

She trembled and shook her head, Daryl turned to retrieve his belt and her clothes, "that doesn't mean I don't want to!" she whispered desperately once she saw what he was doing.

"I will make love ter ya Elle bu' not now, righ' now I'm goin' ta give yer somethin' else," her eyes darkened at his words.

Picking her up Daryl set her on the desk and gripped her jeans pulling them and her panties down in one. Joelle gasped as the cool air hit her delicate parts, her hands bracing her against the desk. Daryl kneeled in front of her and smiled before kissing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, he moved closer to her center before brushing over it lightly and continuing to kiss the other thigh. Eyes closed, she moaned and trembled into his touch, her core dripping. Joelle moaned as Daryl ran his fingers through her folds, her juices covering his fingers instantly. He slipped in a digit and watched as her eyes widened as she let out a gasp. He gently moved it out before slipping it into her again and again steadily become faster; a second digit joined the first. His thumb brushed against her bundle of nerves in a circular motion and it wasn't long before Joelle was begging him for more, her moans and whimpers had gathered unwanted visitors outside the door but they were of no concern to the couple.

Daryl looked at her before moving his mouth to her clit and sucking gently, her moans grew louder and his erection was once again strained against the tight fabric of his pants. Her hands left the table and found their way to his hair pulling him closer to her. His tongue worked expertly on her as he tasted her and pushed her steadily towards the edge. Not much later he felt her walls clench around his fingers, "Daryl… I'm going to… DARYL!" her screams of pleasure echoed around the office as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, Daryl's fingers eased her along her pleasure making it sweeter and longer lasting.

Joelle collapsed against the desk and just when she thought things couldn't get better Daryl removed his fingers, looked her in the eyes and sucked on the soaked digits letting out a moan as he tasted her. Smirking Daryl dropped his hands, she pulled him into her and kissed him hard enjoying the taste of herself, she moaned against him.

The room was silent as Joelle dressed, she looked over at Daryl who was watching her and smiled, "Daryl I just… thank you, for understanding… for everything."

Daryl lips pulled into a small smile and he walked over to her pulling her into a tight hug, "yer welcome Elle an' by the way yer are worth it," and with that they collected their weapons and faced the herd of walker's that had gathered outside the door.

There were less than expected but that didn't make it less dangerous. Daryl shot the one closest and Joelle took out the seconds as he reloaded. One of the walkers gripped her arm and pulled her close but a bolt struck its brain before its teeth could find a purchase on her soft flesh. They both wheezed after the last walker fell, catching their breath after such an exciting morning.

They made their way back to the cell not meeting the eyes of anyone in the group. Though it was clear from some of the glances that one or two members had heard their escapades but Joelle was in too much of a good mood to care and her mood was contagious as Daryl also grinned along with her.

The day seemed to drag on Daryl and Joelle sneaking private moments and secret kisses. After more than two or three lustful glances Roxie walked over to her, "So Joelle, why were you grinning like an idiot when you got back from your little tantrum?" Roxie asked mirth dancing across her youthful face.

"Like you don't know Roxie!" said Joelle, giggling like a school girl.

"If it was what I thought it was you wouldn't be fucking him with your eyes right now!" Roxie said catching Joelle unaware with her blunt statement filled with language she had never heard from her sister in-law.

Her smile dropped from her face, "we were about to have sex but I choked after being… r-raped I-I couldn't but I want to so badly," her voice was hushed as she loaded her problems onto the woman beside her.

"Then do it take control, take him, you know how to control him in a way no one has been able to and that's without your body!" Roxie took Joelle's hand in her own and squeezed it gently, "I'll tell you what if you go to Daryl's cell and seduce him, and I'll make sure no one is there to listen!" Roxie spied Carol and Beth who were not too far off "CAROL! BETH! Come here!"

The two women quickly obliged and hurried over to Roxanne who then whispered in their ears while Joelle grew impatient, their constant glances at her a giggles were annoying. Finally the women all nodded at each other and smiled at her.

"Operation J and D is now in action!" cried Carol gleefully and her and Beth ran off to collect everyone to take them outside for a game.

Roxie turned to Joelle, "don't stress okay breathe you have this, you have him. Don't give him a chance to question it and don't question it yourself. This is Daryl he would never hurt you!" her words helped Joelle calm down and believe in herself, she pushed Joelle in the direction of cellblock C, "go get him" Roxie giggled before running off to join the others.

Daryl POV

He was cleaning his hunting knife in his cell when she approached him, "Daryl I want you, I know you don't think I'm ready but please make love to me before you leave, I need you," Daryl who had looked up when she spoke let his eyes wander down her frame, before she had been nervous now she stood tall and confident as she practically begged him to fuck her.

She pulled the sheet across the cell door, "Elle…" she ignored him, choosing to seductively remove her clothes instead. She large noticed a bulge in his jeans as she stood before him glad only in her cotton bra and panties.

Daryl looked at her his eyes portraying the war he was battling inside; the desire to have her at least once before he left, just in case he didn't come back and the fact that this could really be considered her first time. He didn't move but his eyes widened as Joelle unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. He had seen her breasts hours before but seeing her take off her clothes turned him on faster than anything he could imagine. His ice blue eyes flickered up to her confident lust filled gaze and he knew right then that she wanted this and he would give it to her.

Daryl moved his weapons and stood, grabbing her arm her pulled her into him and kissed her with so much passion and lust that her knees buckled. One of his strong arms wound around her waist and pulled her close, holding her up. She tugged at his belt and he moved to undo it, knowing what she wanted and more than willing to give it to her, kicking his boots off before the rest followed.

"You've seen mine, let me see yours," her voice was soft pleading and Daryl immediately knew she was talking about his back; she was talking about his scars.

He pulled away from her and slowly lifted his shirt over his head, he turned around and she gasped. His back was a map of scars, telling a story of an abusive childhood where he didn't get to be a child, a hard life where he learnt not to cry, where he learnt not to care about anyone but himself. Joelle's fingers traced over the long since healed marks but he still flinched as if her touch burned him, then she was kissing them, softly her lips barley brushing the marred flesh, she kissed every mark before turning him around to face her.

Joelle looked deep into his eyes before kissing him softly, tenderly. Letting him know that she cared, that she needed him. She took his hand and kissed it before leading him to the bed. His calloused fingers brushed over her stomach before swiftly removing her panties. She did the same to him, her eyes widening at the sheer size of him. Reaching out she tentatively took his length and began stroking him, he moaned at her touch and began touching her in return. Her core was already dripping and ready for him.

Daryl's eyes blue eyes looked at her with a darkened lust waiting for her approval to enter her. She nodded, his tip rubbed against her slit and they both moaned at the sensations that ran through them. Slowly he moved into her, both of them voicing their pleasure, with one final push he was fully sheathed inside her heat, a deep reverberating moan came from within his chest nearly sounding animalistic. He didn't move as he waited for her to adjust to his size even though he was itching to have his way with her right there.

He wanted to, god how he wanted to, to take he right there and have her scream his name but it would only scare her, only make her distrust him. Joelle suddenly bucked her hips against his seeking friction and the pleasure that came with it. Taking her hips in his hands he slowly moved out of her only to enter her again, she rolled her hips changing the motion so he could stay inside her while still being filled with waves of please and lust. His lips found hers as they kissed delicately, lovingly, softly not rushing this moment and making it last.

He had never made love before; yeah he had fucked random girls, thrown sex around like it was nothing; but this, what he had with Joelle was something new and slightly frightening.

Gently his lips made their way to her neck gently brush the skin, his stubble tickling her gently and making her smile, she gasp as his nipped the sensitive flesh of her collarbone, his hips continued to rock against her own and he felt the building pressure and her walls tighten around him. Never before had sex felt so good, never before had he been so close so quickly, it's not just sex he thought then, it was something bigger, better and more beautiful.

Joelle's nails clutched hard into his shoulder blades creating a slight pain but Daryl ignored it and angled his hips so he could drive deeper inside her, her breath hitched signaling to him that he was doing something right. She locked her legs around his waist again driving him deeper, the guttural moans that escaped their lips could surely be heard by the others but in that moment they were the only ones in the world. Her walls were near strangling as he continued to thrust into her. The explosion of pleasure at her release caused him to reach his own climax and he spilled his seed inside her.

Their breathing was heavy as they came down from their high, gently Daryl removed himself from her and reached for the blanket as he wrapped their naked bodies in its warmth, "that was amazing D," Joelle sighed as she snuggled into him.

"Ya got tha' right Elle," was all he said as he buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent of rain, fresh apples and honey dew which she had managed to keep despite the lack of hygiene and apocalypse. They lay close together as they drifted off into oblivion.

I don't know if the lemons were good, I've never written them before; please let me know if you have any ideas or comments and if you want more of them. Xxx. R&R