Heart of Dixon

Chapter 7: Dreams and Smiles

Third POV

Neither Robin, Shane, nor Daryl could not stop thinking about their dreams from the night before. Shane dreamt that he was asleep in his tent when he woke to someone entering. There were two forms in the darkness and he couldn't see their faces. Just as he thought to tell them to leave and turn on his lantern, his tent brightened. The two forms were Lori and Robin. Lori wore a black negligée that Shane could see her matching thong and nipples through. Robin wore a red corset with a red G-String and black fishnet stockings. Both of their makeup was done perfect with dark red lipstick and black cat eyes. Just seeing them kneeling before him got him hard.

"What y'all doing here?" He asked with a smirk.

"Why do you think we're here?" Robin asked coyly making Lori laugh seductively.

"I got an idea, but I'd think I want to hear it from you." He asked. He could play their little game.

"We want you to fuck us, Shane." Lori smiled, "Fuck us like my weak husband can't."

"Or how that redneck trash can't." Robin added, moving one hand to cup her breast while the other disappeared into the front of her thong. He didn't practically care for her like he did Lori but he wouldn't say no to her if she wanted to fuck.

Both went down to their hands and knees crawling over to him.

"We want to serve you." Lori kissed his feet.

"Y'all do anything I say?" Shane quirked a brow.

"Anything." Robin moaned kissing just above his knees while rubbing her body against his leg.

"Command us, baby." Lori moaned too kissing his hips.

"You're our leader, even if those spineless bastards don't see it." Robin kissed, licked, and nibbled his chest making his cock twitch in his pants.

"You're the strongest, they don't know what it takes to survive." Lori kissed his neck.

"So you will really do whatever." Shane wanted to be clear.

"Without question." Robin answered kissing around his lips.

He pushed them away, "Let's start out with some hot lessy action then we'll see where to go to next." Shane was going to enjoy this.

Daryl dreamed he was alone in the woods hunting in a quiet forest. It was early morning and the forest was blanketed in a thick fog making the woods look eerie. He didn't find anything: no animals or walkers. He didn't like how it was so quiet, he should be hearing birds or insects but the only sound was his feet crunching on the forest floor. He walked several more minutes until he finally heard something, a girl's laughter. When he turned around, he saw Robin wearing a knee-length white dress. She stood there smiling down from a small hill.

"What you think you doing here? Alone with no protection?" Daryl snapped. She laughed sweetly as she gazed down letting her eyes clearly roam his body while biting her lip until she suddenly turned and ran off.

"Hey get back here!" Daryl yelled. He waited just a moment before he decided to run after her. He reasoned it was just to keep her from doing something stupid, but really he liked the look she'd given him. He couldn't stop staring at her bottom lip as she lightly bit it, how he wished he could be the one biting it instead.

He lost her while running, where could she be? Daryl didn't even see her footprints in the ground. He turned around calling for her, "Girl! Where the hell are you?"

Daryl heard her laugh again to the left of him, turning that way; he saw a flash of her white dress. He took off after her without a second thought. He lost her twice more only able to find her again by following her laugh or catching a glimpse of her dress. Daryl knew he should be getting tired of the game, but his inner hunter was excited. He couldn't stop himself from smirking when he saw the white flash of fabric or heard that laugh. Finally he caught clear sight of her again as she disappeared through a door in the bottom of a tree house.

"Now I got ya." Daryl smirked climbing up behind her. He opened the door and climbed inside. The tree house was bigger than he thought; it fit a twin bed, a small table with two stools, and a large trunk at the foot of the bed. Robin sat on the bed smiling.

"Why you lead me here?" He asked. Robin didn't answer as she stood up from the bed, it only took two steps before she was standing right in front of him. Before Daryl could ask her another question, Robin grasped his head pressing her lips against his.

It took a moment before he kissed her back hungrily. He fisted his hands through her hair pulling her more against him. Daryl trapped her body against the wall, he pinned her hips down with his. He ground his hard on against her so she would know what she was doing to him. Robin moaned in his kiss, her kisses became hungrier. She ran her fingers through his hair then pushed him away.

"I want you to make love me." She whispered against his lips. Daryl nearly came hearing her say that. He didn't say anything as he knelt down yanking the dress down her body. He groaned when he saw that she wore no bra with her lacy white panties.

"Such a dirty girl." He groaned pulling her back to kissing him again.

"Only for you." She said in between kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist. Daryl plopped her on the bed making her giggle, "Mr. Dixon, you are wearing too many clothes."

Daryl practically ripped off his clothes so he could be naked with her. As soon as he was completely naked, Daryl crawled on the bed covering her body with his. Immediately they returned to their devouring kisses. They were going to skip foreplay and go right into what they wanted most. Daryl was ready to plunge his hard cock right into her slick center when suddenly he heard someone calling him and telling him to wake up.

Daryl woke up to Dale standing at the entrance of his tent, "Come on, son, we'll be leaving soon."

"Get the hell outta my tent, old man!" Daryl snarled through clenched teeth. Dale quickly left zipping up the tent leaving Daryl alone. Before he got up, he knew he had to deal with his hard on. He was just happy his sleeping bag kept Dale from seeing it.

He pulled it out of it pants, he'd have to be quick, not that it would be much of a problem. He was as hard as a rock and it was overflowing with pre-cum. He thought of his dream as he stroked, and came thinking about her breathy moans as she kissed him and the thrill of hearing her say she wanted him to fuck her. The orgasm hit him hard and fast leaving him boneless in its aftermath. He only allowed himself a few moments to bask in the afterglow before he quickly cleaned up the mess with one of his many rags meant for cleaning his crossbow.

Robin was exhausted. She was not able to go back to sleep after her nightmare. The images of it still haunted her even as she broke camp, but she didn't let anyone know. She always kept the pain inside, something she learned growing up with her mother. She learned to smile through her pain.

In her dream she was running in the dark woods but she didn't know from what. She would stumble on fallen logs or branches only to get back up running for her life. She was drenched in sweat and blackish blood. She was looking for something as she ran a person or maybe her attacker. She didn't have a clue until she yelled in her dream. For Daryl.

After she screamed, she tumbled down on a cliff landing in a small creek. She twisted her ankle but she got up again, ignoring her pain. She had to get to her 'safe place', they couldn't get to her 'safe place' because they couldn't climb. Daryl would be there and he'd keep her safe.

Finally she saw it ahead, the tree house built with sturdy wood high up in a large tree. She climbed up the boards nailed into the tree that took her under the tree house where the door was located. Robin pushed up against the door and hauled herself inside. Then used a metal bar to lock the door. She'd wait until Daryl arrived, she knew he would.

She heard a creek behind her, was he already here? She turned seeing a shadowy figure on the bed, she didn't know if it was Daryl. It had to be him, he was the only one who knew about the tree house other than her.

"Daryl, that you?" She asked hoarse, her throat hurt, she needed some water.

The figure didn't answer, he stood up from the bed and walked into the light. No, it couldn't be him. He was dead, Daryl told me he was dead. Daryl would never lie to her, would he? The man did't speak as he stared down at Robin.

"How are you alive?" She asked nearing him. He looked exactly like the last time she saw him, his dirty blond hair was spiked giving the doctor a bad boy look. His blue eyes were clear and beautiful as ever. They looked so different from each other, Jacob and her. No one ever believed they were brother and sister, but that probably had something to do with the fact they had different fathers.

"I'm not." He snarled then he launched himself at her. He suddenly looked so different then the moment before. His skin was grey and decaying, he was no longer his handsome self. His eyes were cloudy and his hair was matted with blood. He wasn't her brother, he was a monster, a monster that ripped her flesh as she screamed and begged him to stop.

She heard herself scream Daryl's name right when she woke up. It didn't wake Jacqui that was good she didn't want anyone to know. It would make smiling through the pain harder if people knew she was in pain.

She spent the rest of the night crying until Jacqui woke up. She pretended to be asleep so Jacqui wouldn't question her. They got to work taking down the tent then set it on the back of Shane's jeep. She didn't pay attention to his flirts, she smiled at the others but it didn't reach her eyes. She couldn't stop herself from hearing herself screaming as she was ripped apart or the face of her walker brother.

Robin started to wonder if she could fight for Rick as she said she would. She liked Rick, he was a sweet guy, but he wasn't Jacob. He wasn't real family. Besides he was dealing with being a new leader and reconnecting with his family, he hadn't talk to her hardly since they joined the camp. Not that Robin would tell Rick about her dream or her desire to give up, he would know her pain and she wouldn't be able to smile through it.

Then there was Daryl, she didn't understand her fascination with the redneck. Since her joining the group, he was everywhere, in conversations, thoughts, and watching her with an over-protective eye. Normally Robin might have told him to stay away but she didn't and it confused her. She loved and hated his unsaid job to be her guardian.

What she didn't understand was why his death in her dream was the most heart breaking. In her dream she screamed his name, not Rick's and not Jacob's. Why him? What was her subconscious trying to tell her? She was attracted to him, no doubt about that, but that was it.

When Daryl was dressed, he packed up his things and then took down his tent. Placing both on the back of his truck before he went to go see how everyone was doing with preparations for leaving. Robin stood near Jacqui, he noticed how tired she looked, but when he walked up she still gave him a small smile. Daryl fought back the smile he wanted to give her and just nodded to her instead.

He'd also noticed right away the hungry look Shane was giving her making Daryl feel protective and jealous. He desperately wanted to punch in Shane's teeth. Shane had no right to look at her that way, in fact Daryl thought Shane didn't have any right to look at her period let alone be near her or talk to her.

In the back of his mind though, Daryl thought he wasn't worthy of her attention either. He felt responsible for Jake's death. He figured the reason he wanted to be around her and make sure Shane didn't hurt her was to make things up to her brother in some small way. He'd look after her for her brother.

Daryl was distracted from his thoughts when he saw Robin bend down to pick up some of her bags. Her jeans were tight over her ass making it look more inviting. He imagined walking up behind her and ripping those jeans off then taking her from behind while pulling on her hair. The thought made his dick twitch. 'Not again' Daryl groaned in his head.

"That girl sure has a nice ass and she puts the other women to shame with her tits. Though I wouldn't mind her a tad bit skinnier." Shane said beside him.

"Best you look somewhere else." Daryl growled through clenched teeth.

"Why?" Shane smirked.

"You don't have the right. You ain't good enough." He answered with a scowl.

Shane laughed aloud, "Oh, and you are? Man, that's rich. Thanks for that, I haven't had a good laugh since the shit hit the fan."

Daryl quickly found himself near his breaking point, he hated when people laughed at him. He had been mocked all his life by his dad, his brother, kids at school because he didn't have the best things. He never felt good enough for anything, he didn't even feel good enough to be around Robin. He reminded himself again that the only reason he was to keep her safe, and he wasn't allowed to like her.

"I didn't kill her brother." Daryl growled.

"I didn't either, if that's what you're implying. Damn walkers and his stupidity killed him." Shane narrowed his eyes at Daryl and he wondered if he would have to silence Daryl later, he didn't want Robin to know. He had lied to her telling her it was an accident. All Jake was to Shane was a chance for Lori, Carl, and him to get out alive.

"You did kill him and ain't no smart girl gonna believe that you're innocent."

"I didn't say she was smart." Shane smiled.

Now he had done it. Daryl couldn't hold back anymore, he punched Shane in the jaw before Shane had the chance to dodge. Shane recovered fast enough to hit Daryl back in the stomach driving the air out of him. Shane landed two more hits before Rick, T-Dog, and Morales ran over stopping the fight. The others watched as the men struggled.

"Not today! Not now!" Rick ordered in Daryl's face as Morales and T-Dog held him back.

"Maybe your friend should stop talking shit." Daryl wouldn't admit how he was defending Robin.

"Me talking shit, I wasn't the one talking about 'how sweet Robin's ass was'!" Shane yelled. Everyone looked at Daryl like he was some kinda rapist. The men looked like as if they wanted to beat the crap out of him, and the women were scared.

"I wasn't talking about her ass. You was!" Daryl yelled pointing at Shane, but no one believed him.

"To hell with what y'all think." Daryl stormed off climbing into his truck.

'Great now Robin probably won't want to be around me now, she probably thinks I'm a big pervert.'

His truck door suddenly opened and Robin plopped herself in the seat beside him. She gave him a small smile, well that surprised him. He was expecting her to yell at him, maybe try to hit him, or for her to just to avoid him if at all possible.

"What you doing in my truck?" Daryl rasped with a frown.

"Wanted to see how you were doing." She answered.

"I'm fine, now get." Daryl snapped, when she didn't move, "What you still doing here! I'm a sick perv, you don't want to be around me."

She laughed making Daryl frown more, "Please Daryl, you and I both know you didn't say anything about my 'sweet ass'. Even if you did think it was sweet, you wouldn't have told Shane that."

"So you believe me." Daryl was for better lack of a word, shocked. He didn't think she would ever believe him over Shane.

She nodded, "Yup, and I made sure Rick wouldn't kick you out."

"How?" Daryl was curious of what she could have said. She couldn't possibly say she didn't believe Shane because no matter what, Rick would.

"I told him if he made you leave, I was going with you." She stuck up her chin with pride.

"You what!?" Daryl's jaw went slack, why on earth would she say something like that? He wondered if she meant what she said. Would she really just up and leave the group just because they didn't like him?

"They were talking about kicking you out of the group so I told them if you go, I go." She explained then laughed, "You should have seen Shane's face when Rick said you could stay, he got all pissed."

Daryl chuckled a bit, still staring at her completely shocked, "Why the hell would you do something like that?"

"I like you and I don't want you to leave." She said simply.

Daryl didn't know if he could be any more surprised today. She, Robin, liked him, Daryl Dixon! She didn't know it, but Daryl felt himself swell with pride. He felt like such a teenager in high school when a crush says they liked you too. That was what it was really, a crush. But poor stubborn Daryl had to push down the feeling and deny the feelings he was feeling. Doubt filled his mind, 'like' could mean all kinds of things. She could just want to be his friend, or better yet use him as some kind of personal bodyguard.

"Girl, you don't know me. Besides I do better on my own anyhow, I just might leave." He said.

"If you were going to leave, you would have the moment you find out Merle wasn't coming back to camp." She said very serious.

"You don't know me or my plans. Now get outta my fuckin' truck." He leaned over her opening the door for her, brushing her breasts with his arm making him blush and praying she didn't notice.

"You turn from pleasant to a butt wad fast, you know that." She frowned climbing out, "By the way, Rick wants to talk to everyone before we head out." She closed his door and walked off. Daryl wouldn't admit it but he checked out her butt as she walked away.

He cussed at himself for being a jerk but he couldn't risk her using him. Or worse if he actually showed he cared, not that he did he told himself, and have her stab him in the back later. He'd been stabbed too many times in the back and he had the scars to prove it. Though he wasn't actually stabbed by his father but he was beaten until he bled by rope, water hose, belt, and anything that his father found that could do damage. Since his father, Daryl learned not to trust anyone. He pushed people away and convinced himself that he liked being lonely, but in the back of his mind he wanted someone to not see him for just a redneck. He wanted someone to care like his family never did.

As Robin, climbed into the RV and stared out the window as they left the quarry, she wondered, how much longer would she fight? Would she have a reason to carry on? Would she have the strength? It was getting a lot harder to smile…