I did a little editing to Chapter 4 – I KNOW, I did that pretty late, but I developed a complex for this entire story and if it was on paper, I probably would've thrown it out the window or something. I get frustrated easily, clearly!

At this point, I doubt there will be any POV's from Lorena or Daryl. I didn't even really have to do POV's to begin with, but it seemed to make more sense even though I didn't talk in first person. We'll see.

My attempt at lemons begins now. I know it was spoiler-ish, but I'm just warning the youngsters that there is sex approaching.

Note to my fellow lemon loving colleagues: I TRIED to be as detailed as possible but since this is my first attempt at a sex scene, it may or may not be terrible. Forgive me.

Updating will be a lot more spaced out at this point. A part of me wishes I wouldn't have posted Chapters 1 & 2 at the same time but I felt it was necessary in order for y'all to decide whether or not you were enjoying it.

Review and I hope I didn't completely fail at the no pants dance!

Chapter 5

The reunited couple gathered back with the group and enjoyed a night full of drinking and laughter. Everyone was so closely connected to one another that it seemed as if there were no dangers awaiting them in the new world. It was like all that existed was this group.

After the conversations began to die down, Lorena squeezed Daryl's hand and addressed the group. "So, about Merle, then.."

Daryl was the first to speak about it, which surprised everyone, considering Daryl refused to talk about it at all since it happened. "When the three of us got separated, Merle went completely back to his dark ways. Understandable considerin' we were enterin' an apocalypse and all, but he was darker than usual. Losin' you did a number on both of us. You were the first woman Merle actually respected. You already knew that though. So once you were gone, he went back to hatin' them. Went back to drugs."

Lorena's eyes widened at this fact. Daryl continued, "Yeah I know. You'd think drugs would be scarce in the new world. Not for Merle. He got lucky with 'em. Anyway, we found this group and we both didn't treat anyone very well, but Merle took it to a whole new level. One thing led to 'nother and he ended up being chained to a pipe on a roof for the shit he put everyone through. When I went to find him, he was gone but his hand was there. Musta cut off his own hand to escape. He's out there, either alive or one of them. Though I doubt he'd cut off his own hand only to end up losin' the fight to a dumbass flesh eatin' monster anyway. On top of that, he found our van and took off with it. He's gotta be lookin' for us. Don't know if he's still carryin' a grudge though. Knowin' Merle, he's packin' heat right now."

Lorena's heart sank and stroked Daryl's hand as she thought about the positive change she once saw in Merle. She hated the idea that her death could actually bring someone back to such a dark place. "I feel like I should blame myself for this. If I would've taken that disease seriously, if I would've just taken the days off from work and stayed with you guys—"

Daryl cut her off. "Don't you dare go blamin' yourself. You're the hardest workin' woman I know and you'd never miss a day of work for what was supposed to be some goddamn flu. This ain't your fault. I'm here now, Lena. Ain't I?" He said in that firm voice of his, that same voice that always put her in her place but never made her feel low in the slightest. Although reassured, she was still upset about Merle's situation and needed time to let it sink in, so Daryl placed a hand on her neck and gave her a nod that basically said "We don't have to talk about this anymore."

Sophia and Carl began to doze off on each other and no one even realized how late it must have been. Even in a post-apocalyptic world, Lori and Carol always wanted to make sure their children still got a decent night's sleep. They excused themselves, as did the rest of the group as they slowly got themselves ready to hit the hay.

A few hugs were exchanged and plenty of smiles were thrown across the room as everyone headed to their designated sleep areas. Not knowing where she would be sleeping, she shot a questionable look at Daryl, who shot a look back. However, the lustful look on his face said it all. He pulled her close and whispered, "It ain't bedtime for us yet."

Daryl wanted to talk to her, he wanted to tell her everything he hasn't been able to tell her since they've been apart, but this world was even crueler and relentless than it was before, and they weren't even promised another night together. The long talk would have to wait.

He took her puzzled face in his hands and stared into her eyes. His look was aggressive, yet full of emotion for the woman standing before him. She took it all in as he passionately pressed his lips to hers. She immediately let him in and relaxed her entire body, which was something she wasn't able to do once since the world went to shit. Their mouths continuously fought with each other, as if there was a race they were both desperately trying to win.

She felt his built up aggression, every bit of pain he's felt since losing her - emptying itself into this one kiss.

Every emotion he's felt since then was pouring out to her. It was an unspoken action and an indescribable feeling, and before Lorena could even try to decipher it, Daryl quickly took her in his arms and carefully led her upstairs towards the guest bathroom, never taking his eyes off of her.

He opened the door and immediately placed her on the marble countertop. After all of this time being apart, she expected him to ravish her right then and there, but surprisingly, he paused. "What's wrong?" Lorena asked, concern building up. There was another long pause but Daryl's eyes never left hers. He then realized he didn't want to rush this reunion at all anymore.

Right now, they were safe, behind closed doors. Even if walkers were to suddenly overrun the area, he would rather have died with extreme build up in his genital region than die without telling the woman of his dreams that she was the best thing that has ever happened to him. He never flat out told her that.

He told her so many things; he pretty much told her everything. What he failed to tell her was that she was the final piece to his life. Lorena's concern began to grow even more until Daryl finally spoke. "I never got to tell ya."

He lowered his head as if he was beginning to doubt himself as a person, and even though it's been a while, Lorena read that man like a book. "Don't you even start regretting shit right in front of me. That's the thing; I'm right in front of you. You didn't lose me. You've made me the happiest woman in the world, Daryl. There is nothing you haven't done for me. What could you possibly feel guilty about?" She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for a legitimate answer. He paused but answered at a faster pace than before. "I never told ya that you saved my life. That you were the best fuckin' thing that ever walked into my life and - When I lost you, I swear... I lost everything. I ain't complete without you, girl. I really ain't. And now that I got you back, I feel like I coulda done better. I coulda saved you."

He started to hang his head down yet again, only Lorena's hand was already cupped under his chin, ready to lift it right back up.

She had tears in her eyes again. Daryl took her face in his hands and lowered his head to her cheeks, slowly kissing her tears away.

"You already saved me..." was all she could choke out and she aggressively pressed her lips against his, as if trying to tell him that his insecurities were all wrong and there really was nothing he hasn't done for her already. He responded immediately with equal aggression, grabbing the back of her neck and gently tugging on her hair. She shoved him away and clumsily pulled his dirty shirt over his head, never taking her gaze away from him.

Daryl thought back to their old sex life. He normally had to entice sex, not because she didn't want to, but because she was an overall submissive woman in bed. Apparently the end of the world really does change people completely, because this woman was taking control of him, all of him, and she was certainly in a hurry to do so. They quickly broke their gaze as Lorena reached for his belt buckle.

She spotted his bandage and her lustful expression diminished slightly. She gently dragged her hand across it as she asked him, "What happened to you?" Daryl placed his hand over hers and gave her a reassuring smile. "Was out lookin' for Sophia. Nelly got startled and I fell right off her. Stabbed myself with an arrow. Accidentally of course. Almost got my foot chewed off by a walker. Hm, what else? Oh, and Andrea, the blonde one - Yeah, she shot at me 'cause I looked like a walker from a distance. Bullet grazed my head."

He took her hand and guided it to where the wound was. Frustrated, Lorena scolded, "Then where the hell is that bandage? This is nowhere near healed." Daryl rolled his eyes. "I took that damn thing off. I looked like an asshole. Annoyed the shit outta me." Lorena giggled and gently grazed the good side of his head with her fingertips. "Such a stubborn man, Dixon.." She paused, flashed a mischievous smile, that same smile that used to always initiate hours of bliss, and continued. "Now where was I?" She said seductively, tugging on his belt again.

An action that took about ten seconds felt like an entire hour to Daryl. His testosterone levels were higher than the average teenage boy. Not to mention, he felt like his emotions were in battle with each other, trying to figure out which ones to even release at this time. He wasn't used to this, and his brain was racing, but he knew one thing for sure - he needed to take this woman, all of her. He needed to show her that he missed every single aspect of her since he lost her.

His belt finally disconnected from the loopholes and Lorena carelessly tossed it aside. Still propped up on the countertop, she pulled Daryl in closer using the heels of her feet and he instantly complied, pressing his body against hers.

She slowly began to close in, but stopped once their lips were a small centimeter apart. It was as if she was trying to build up the anticipation even though the months of longing for her were enough for Daryl to lose his mind completely. Yet they both remained frozen, gazing at each other, both panting heavily.

He couldn't withstand the yearning he felt any longer and he finally broke the lustful stare himself, grabbing the back of her neck in an even more aggressive way than he had earlier and firmly pressed his lips against hers. Lorena breathed out a gentle moan into his mouth and he responded with a small growl. He quickly flicked his tongue across her bottom lip, and she immediately parted her lips and let him in. Their tongues wildly danced and their hands inquisitively explored each other's bodies, as if discovering them for the first time. After a good ten minutes, Daryl finally broke the kiss. He trailed kisses down her neck until he reached the sensitive area that rests between the neck and collarbone. Lorena smiled at this action – it was always her favorite spot to be kissed.

Daryl continued to explore the visible areas of her body with his mouth and occasionally nibbled gently at her skin. He partially lifted Lorena's tank top as he kissed a trail down her lower stomach. He removed his hands from her upper body and began to undo the button on her jeans. He didn't need to bother with her zipper due to her unintended post-apocalyptic weight loss, and he slowly slipped her out of her jeans.

She sat patiently, now half exposed, as Daryl headed for the shower and turned the handle, adjusting the water temperature to until it was lukewarm. Hot water was a luxury, and Daryl wasn't one to abuse that privilege, especially now.

As he turned to face Lorena, she playfully asked, "You don't want me when I'm all dirty?" Daryl slowly walked over to her and traced his hand across her pubic bone before looking at her with lustful eyes. "Nah, I just want you as wet as possible."

With that, he quickly lifted her shirt over her head and Lorena reached for her bra clasp when he stopped her. "Nuh uh, I can take it from here." Giving into dominance yet again, Lorena let out an exaggerated sigh and let him proceed with her bra. She forgot how much she enjoyed this man being in control of her body. He never failed at pleasing her and he sure as hell wasn't going to fail at it now.

He managed to quickly remove her bra and tossed it the same way she tossed his belt earlier. Her breasts were now exposed and he wasted no time caressing them with his calloused hands, slowly lowering his head to her right breast. He swiftly flicked his tongue at her nipple and she gasped at the sensation – she hasn't had any human contact, let alone with her fiancé in months, and every sensation felt more incredible than ever. He paid very close attention to both breasts, taking turns between both of them, taking advantage of them with his mouth in every way possible.

Lorena's moaning grew more intensely and Daryl fed off of this like a leech. Her pleasure alone could send him over the edge. Still admiring her body with his tongue, he slid a hand down her panties and immediately squirmed at the wetness that was awaiting him to indulge in.

He was officially in Dixon mode full gear and he roughly tugged and pulled at her panties until they were completely at her ankles. She eagerly stepped out of them as she clumsily undid his pants, trying to get him out of them as quickly as possible. She lowered his cargos and surprisingly, he had no boxers on. His length was quickly exposed and she started to reach for it when Daryl stopped her again. "Wait your turn," was all he said as he grabbed a firm hold of her from underneath and scooped her up.

Hershel's guest bathroom had a spacious tub/shower combo, which certainly worked in Daryl's favor as he lowered her to the edge of the tub and slowly descended to his knees. He kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs as he gently rubbed her clit, teasing her. Finally, to her advantage, he couldn't take it anymore and closed in on her wet folds. Lorena let out a seductive moan as Daryl instantly began to work his magic – he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her throbbing center. The combination of her juices and the surprisingly fresh water from the shower was intoxicating and he began to ferociously force his tongue into her as far as he possibly could.

Lorena's desire continued to grow rapidly and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out before forcing him inside of her herself. Daryl seemed to feel the same way, because he looked up at her and stood up, grabbing her neck firmly so she could stand as well. It was a good thing he had a hold of her, because she felt as if she would've fallen to her knees had he not held her up.

Daryl wasted no time and he scooped her up once again, both hands cupped under her ass. He gently placed her against the cold tile wall and the warm water began to saturate them completely. Their tongues explored each other for a brief moment until Daryl slightly pulled back and adjusted himself until he reached her entrance.

With the amount of time they've spent apart, Lorena braced herself and prepared for a bit of a rough start. However, Daryl had better plans – he wanted to cherish this moment together instead of throwing himself at her effortlessly like a ravenous walker. Slowly, he reached a hand and cupped her face with one hand, still keeping her steady with the other. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple and whispered an "I love you" before slowly easing his way into her.

After a few slow thrusts, Lorena could already feel herself losing control and she picked up the pace. Daryl quickly followed suit and synced with her movements, roughly biting down on her shoulder as he met her pace. Lorena could already feel her thighs start to burn, so she grabbed a hold of Daryl's hair and completely wrapped her arms around his neck for extra support as she slightly lifted herself higher and allowed Daryl to fill her completely.

The combined harmony of her panting and his grunting contributed to their increased pleasure, and he swore to himself that this woman felt better and better with every thrust. He felt Lorena begin to tighten around him and slowed down his pace as she climaxed, all the while shuddering and digging her nails into his back. He followed suit immediately thereafter and released inside of her.

He remained inside of her as he breathed heavily into her neck, stroking her cheek. Lorena placed a kiss on his head and released herself from his grip, quickly grabbing soap and scrubbing herself down. They had wasted enough water and she wasn't about to turn the actual showering process into another real life soft core porno.

Daryl snickered at her sudden hurry to get the water shut off and he prematurely snatched the soap from her hand and began to quickly scrub himself as well. "Asshole," she chuckled as she rinsed off whatever soap residue she had left. "You don't mean that," Daryl replied as he playfully smacked her ass.

Lorena exited the shower first and quickly grabbed them both towels, placing one on the toilet seat for Daryl. "Hey, do you need your bandages changed?" She asked as she held up a nearby bottle of peroxide. He shut off the water and peered through the shower curtain. "Lady, I just gave you the best sex of your life and you already wanna play doctor?"

She laughed at how quickly he adjusted to her return and how easy it is for them to pick up where they left off. "I'm serious, Daryl!" she replied sternly, trying to sound frustrated but the grin on her face contradicted the fact. He finally stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel quickly, feeling a chill. "Hershel said somethin' about suffocatin' the wound and keepin' the pressure on it. He doesn't think it should be changed a lot unless it gets dirty. Thanks for the concern and bein' cute as always, though," he said as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He flashed his fiancé a smile and gave her a quick wink before coming up behind her and resting his chin on her shoulder. Admiring himself with his woman in the mirror, he added, "Not even a zombie apocalypse could fuck with you. You're still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on."