A/N: This chapter has an intense, adult only sex scene, don't read if you shouldn't be or if you'll be offended. Only 5 reviews for the last chapter, so if you're reading and enjoying, please leave one!
Msgemgem: Glad you loved the kiss scene! It just kind of flowed out on to the keyboard, much easier than I thought it would. Crimson and Negan are still figuring each other out and setting boundaries, which is hard when they have such a strong physical attraction. And she's a logical person, she understands why things need to be done even if it isn't pretty.
BaMby666: I love, love, love Daryl Dixon, but I'm liking Negan more with each new episode of season 7 so this story line is going to be hard for me. I have an idea of how I want this story to end, but it could easily change as I'm writing, and with how the TV show goes!
KEZZ 1, starrat, and enchantmentanjel: Thanks for another review, I hope you all continue to enjoy my story!
Crimson found her new things waiting for her on her kitchenette counter top, as promised. She opened the fridge and found her drinks cooling. The freezer was empty, except for two ice trays. She hadn't tasted an ice cold drink since a few weeks after the outbreak started and the power went out across the country. She found clean glasses in one of the cabinets, dropped a couple ice cubes in one, cracked open a can of Coke and enjoyed the fizzy carbonation more than she should have.
She sat down on the couch, which felt like it was brand new, to enjoy her drink. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Negan's kiss out of her head. She'd only kissed a few men before, and only one had set her on fire the way Negan had. The biggest disadvantage of genius was that she started her bachelor's degree at 14 when everyone else in her classes were at least 18. She finished in 2 years and went straight into veterinary school at 16, when everyone else was 22 or older. She made a few friends, she grew up hanging around kids much older than herself, but statutory rape wasn't something anyone wanted to mess with, and the kind of guys that were willing weren't the kind she had any interest in. Her first real anything hadn't been until she was 18 and was back home for her first day of summer break, hanging out at the local, backwoods biker bar she'd practically grown up in with her parents.
Crimson was outside the bar, leaning against the wall to get some fresh air. She'd had a few drinks, and was finishing off her last one for the night since she needed to drive herself home in a couple of hours. Tony, the owner, served anyone 18 and up, the cops never came around. She heard the creak of the swinging door and looked up to see her favorite redneck walking out.
She'd known him her entire life. His older brother, who was 10 years older, was her dad's drug dealer and best friend. Since he followed his brother everywhere, she couldn't remember a time he hadn't been in her life. When she was a child, he'd been like a big brother. As she hit her teenage years, he'd become one of her closest friends. When her dad and his brother were on a drunken, drug filled bender, he'd take her out hunting and taught her to track because she'd refuse to actually kill any animal. Sometimes he'd find a job at a bike shop and she'd go there after school to learn. She was always thirsty to learn, whether it was calculus, physics, philosophy, tracking a deer, or how to tune up a bike. He was 12 years older than her, but the older she was, the less the difference mattered.
She smiled at him, giving him a once over while he headed her way. He was wearing his typical jeans and sleeveless button down shirt. She was 16 the first time she saw him in a new light. He was handsome with his messy brown hair, scruffy facial hair, deep blue eyes, and well-muscled body. Tonight was the first time she'd seen him since she turned 18 a couple of months ago. She knew he would never touch her when she was underage. He was a redneck, through and through, but he had morals.
She'd worn her tightest, well fitted pair of jeans and black top with a deep, plunging neckline that complimented her chest while still leaving something to the imagination and a pair of strappy black heels. It had done exactly what she'd hoped, she'd noticed him looking at her a few times and he'd bit his lip and looked away each time she'd caught him.
"Hey Redneck," she called him that for years. "What are you doing out here?"
He took one last drag from his cigarette before he dropped it on the ground and leaned up against the wall next to her, his shoulders slouched and his head was down.
"Nothin', just checkin' on you," he said, his voice was quiet but gruff. "Hadn't seen you in a few months. There's some guys here tonight I don't know, shouldn't be out here alone, 'specially since you been drinkin'."
"I'm fine. I've just been nursing them all night, barely have a buzz." She bumped him with her elbow. "You know that I know how to take care of myself, learned from the best."
"Yeah, yeah you did."
"Have you been seeing anyone since I left for school?" His head snapped up at her question.
"Nah, but what kinda question is that?"
"I just wanted to make sure I'm not going to get knocked out but some girl when I do this." She pushed herself off of the wall, liquid courage running through her as she pressed herself up against him and pulled his lips down to hers. He tasted like he smelled, earthy, pine, motor oil, and a hint of cigarette smoke that she could ignore when his tongue was stroking hers and he groaned quietly as she nibbled on his lower lip. She leaned back against the wall, pulling him with her when he seemed to realize what they were doing and pushed her away from him.
"What the hell you doin'?!"
"I thought it was pretty obvious, but we were kissing."
"We can't be doing that."
"Why not? I'm 18 now."
"What's wrong with you?! Don't you got some soon to be doctor boyfriend back at that fancy ass University?" He was picking at his thumb and chewing on his lips like he always did when he was nervous or unsure, and pacing like he did when he was angry.
"No, and there's no one there I'm interested in, so stop yelling." She grabbed his arm so he had to stand still in front of her. "There's no reason to stop unless you just don't find me attractive. If that's the case, just say so, but I don't think it is, not after that kiss."
"Shit, you the prettiest girl in the damn county and you don't need me tellin' you that."
She stepped back towards him and reached up to softly grab his neck. "And you are the hottest man in the damned state, even if you don't think so. Now just shut up and kiss me." She pulled him back down but he resisted. "You've been looking at me all night, and not the same way you used to. We're both adults."
"You jus' turned 18 and I ain't no good for you. This place ain't no good for you. I told when you left, you deserve better than anything here. 'Sides, I ain't no good at this shit. I ain't gonna do nothin' but disappoint you."
"You know I'm more of an adult than most of the people in that bar. And you can't disappoint me when there's no one to compare to." He was confused for a moment, then it clicked.
"You sayin' you a…"
"Virgin? Yes."
"Nah, we really ain't doing this. Jus' go back inside and pretend nothin' happened. You drunk more than you thought." She pushed his chin up until he had no choice but to look her in the eyes.
"Daryl Dixon, I want you. I've wanted you for the last 2 years. I don't care if you think you're not good enough for me, and I don't care if you've never had a real relationship because you've always been too busy keeping Merle out of trouble and never thought anyone would care enough to try. I know you, and I know what a great man you are. I don't want some University educated doctor or lawyer, I want you. So I'm going to go drop this glass off inside the bar and when I come back out, you're going to take me home with you."
That's exactly what he did. She led him back to his bedroom in the run down little trailer he shared with Merle, who wouldn't be home that night. But she shut Daryl's bedroom door as she kicked off her shoes and switched off the light, just in case. She moved to him, knowing he wouldn't come to her, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his. She could feel him shaking when he grabbed her waist, but his kiss didn't quite reflect his nerves. It was growing more confident with each breath and she let him take control of it, he knew far more about kissing than she did. She pulled him back until his bed hit the back of her legs, and she laid down, pulling him on top of her, their lips never leaving each other. His hands hadn't moved from her waist, so she slid them up her sides underneath her shirt. His hands were warm and rough, the kind of hands that worked hard for a living.
"You can touch me Daryl," she said, her voice quiet and breathless. She nipped at his neck, then traced the small mark she left with her tongue and he groaned. "Please, please touch me."
He reached under her back and unclipped her bra, then she sat up just enough to pull her shirt and bra off. He looked so unsure, his eyes flicking back and forth between her breasts and some imaginary spot on the bed while he pulled his lower lip through his teeth. She unbuttoned her jeans, hooked her thumbs through her panties and slid them down her long legs and tossed them on the floor. His room was dark, but the moonlight coming through the window was enough for them to see each other. She caught his face in her hands.
"It's okay to look at me. I want you to look, and I want you to touch."
"I ain't ever tried to please a woman before. It's always just been a quick fuck."
"That's okay. I don't even know what I like, so we'll figure it out together."
Daryl leaned down and captured her lips with his own, his trembling hands slowly slid up her chest until he reached her breasts. She gasped when the rough pads of his fingertips brushed her nipples. She reached up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt while his hands explored her chest.
She knew about his scars and had seen them a few times before, but never in such an intimate way. He stiffened a little when she gently pushed his arms back so she could slip the shirt off, her fingers brushing his shoulders and the jagged marks down his back. A few seconds later, his pants and boxers joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. She crawled back so that she was in the middle of the bed before taking his hands and pulling him with her. She pushed him down so that he was sitting against the flimsy headboard and crawled onto his lap. She kissed his cheek, his jaw, and down his neck until she found the spot just above his collarbone. She realized her own hands were shaking when she reached between them to wrap her hand around him. He groaned when her hand found him, she gripped him softly but tightly and stroked, the sounds her touch elicited from him sent a tremor down her core. He was so hard, but his skin was hot, soft, smooth, and she felt a sticky wetness when her fingers brushed the tip. She didn't have any personal experience to compare him too, but based on what girls in her freshman dorm had said, he felt longer and thicker than the average guy.
She experimented between long, slow strokes and hard, fast ones. He'd tilted his head back, his eyes closed, so she put her mouth back to work on his neck and picked up speed with her hands, pumping harder and faster. "God Daryl," she whispered in his ear. "I want you inside of me so badly right now."
"Fuck, Trix!" he yelled as he grabbed her hand to stop her. She looked at him, afraid she'd done something wrong when he pushed her down onto the bed, a growl deep in his throat as his lips captured a nipple. His right hand slipped between her legs. He wasn't shaking anymore, apparently all Daryl Dixon needed was the right encouragement "God damn, you're so wet."
She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs and her ass, leaving a wet spot on his sheets. She couldn't stop the moan that slipped from her parted lips when he stroked a finger through her folds and into her wet heat. "That's how much I want you." He leaned down and kissed her with a confidence he'd never had, pumping his finger into her, hard and fast. Her hips were thrusting up, matching the strokes of his hand. She took his other hand and guided it to the sweet spot above her entrance. "I need you to rub me, right there." And he did. His thumb circled her clit, adding to the building pressure in her core. The thrusts of her hips were growing erratic, her muscles clenching around his fingers when the shockwave hit and she cried out. "Oh fuck Daryl!" He didn't pause until she stopped spasming around him, her body fell back onto his bed, shaking and covered in sweat.
He pushed her legs further apart with his knee and slipped between them. "Ya sure you wanna do this? We can stop." She could see him chewing on his bottom lip.
"Don't you dare stop." He nodded, but went to move off of her anyways. She grabbed his arm to stop him. "I gotta get a rubber."
"Are you clean?"
"Yeah, got tested when Merle got the clap again last month. I never had anything."
"Then you don't need one, I went on the pill last year." He nodded and pressed his lips to hers until his body had hers pinned to the mattress. Her hands gripped his arms. He took himself into one hand and then she could feel him pressing into her entrance. She was so wet there was no resistance, but his girth was stretching her far more than her own fingers ever could and it wasn't exactly comfortable. When he reached her maidenhead, the sharp pain made her cry out and he stopped.
"I hurtin' you?"
"A little, but everyone says it hurts some the first time. Keep going." He pressed harder and she dug her fingers into his biceps as he pushed through her innocence and didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside of her. He paused, dropping a kiss to her lips while she adjusted to him.
"Yer so damn tight. You gotta relax or it ain't gonna feel good." He stroked her hair with one hand and deepened his kiss. A few moments later, she felt her body relaxing around him and he began to move inside her. Within few slow strokes the pain subsided and the tingling of pleasure was starting to build. She lifted her hips to meet his, the change of the angle pushed him deeper inside. "This ok?"
"Oh god yes, but faster, please!" She wrapped her legs around him, his thrusts quickened, his hips rocking deliciously into hers, his cock stroking places inside of her that she didn't know existed until now. An unfamiliar pressure was building deep within her. When she tossed her head back, gasping for breath, his mouth found the hollows of her throat and she couldn't take it anymore. "I'm so close, touch me again." He slipped his hand between them and his thumb circled her sweet spot and then she was falling, hearing a scream she barely recognized as her own. She could feel him pulsing inside of her as his thrusts grew erratic, and then he stilled, catching himself on his elbows as he collapsed on top of her. She smiled up at him, her fingers softly rubbing the marks her nails had left on his biceps.
He rolled off of her, pulling her against his side as he laid back onto his bed. She curled up into his warm chest and couldn't remember a thing after that.
She wanted to take a shower, maybe that would wash away the memories of the day. She looked down at her jeans, and thought they were still clean enough, so she only grabbed one of the new t-shirts and a clean pair of underwear. She went straight to bed after her shower and didn't wake until the alarm was blaring in her face.
It didn't take her long to get ready. She ate a poptart with a bottle of water, brushed her teeth in her kitchenette sink and threw her hair back into a neat ponytail. The alarm clock said it was 7:45am, so she laced up her boots and took the elevator to the first floor. Negan was already waiting, surrounded by a group of his Saviors. She saw recognized Simon, Bud, and Dwight. She saw the woman that had been onstage last night, she guessed that was Paula. There was one more, darker skinned woman who had her black curly hair bleached before the end of the world, there were another 15 or so men.
Negan turned to face her as the elevator doors opened and smiled.
"Good morning baby doll, right on time!"
"Good morning Negan," she said as she approached him. "Are all these fine folks here for my little run?"
"They sure are. We've never been to that college or the two vet clinics Simon mapped out last night. 20 of my best Saviors, just in case we run into some bad shit. As they say, better safe than fucking sorry! And someone is always sorry when shit doesn't go smooth." He swung Lucille around once before resting her on his shoulder. "I believe these belong to you. Don't fucking forget, I'll be taking them back later." He placed her pink .380, extra clip, boot knife, and bra holster in her hands. He leaned forward and whispered quietly enough that no one else would hear. "If you need help getting that holster nestled back between those perfect tits, I live to serve."
She smiled as she tilted her face up to him, her lips just brushing against his ear lobe. "Good thing it fits just fine in my pocket." She pulled away from him before she found Bud in the small crowd. "I thought I told you to take it easy."
"No worries Doc, this'll be easy as pie."
"Just be careful, I don't want to stitch you up again."
"Yes ma'am," Bud smiled at her. She was starting to think his smile was actually sincere.
"Crimson," Negan called to her. "Up here with me. Everyone move out, it's time to roll."
There were 2 military trucks, a cargo van, and a delivery truck waiting at the gates. She wrinkled her nose at the putrid smell of the rotting dead heads on the fence and followed Negan to the delivery van. He took the driver's seat, leaving the only passenger seat free.
"When do I get my bow back?"
"When I know you won't run off when we're outside the gates." He started up the truck and fell second in line to the military truck Simon was driving.
"So that's why you only gave me 12 rounds, worried I'm going to take off the first chance I get?"
"Fucking right." He tossed her an iPod that was plugged into the stereo. "We're heading to the college first, get you your fancy fucking lab equipment, then we'll make our way back home hitting a couple clinics so you can get your doctoring shit and then the subdivision to get your lady shit. Got an hour drive, put on something good." She was scanning through the artist. It was hard to decide which artist should be the first one she listened to in nearly 3 years. "You still haven't told me your real name. I know you said it doesn't matter anymore, but I'm real fucking curious."
"It's Trixielynn." Negan laughed.
"That's the most un-fucking-fitting name I've ever heard!"
"Yeah, I know. Apparently my parents thought I'd grow up to be a stripper or something."
"Oh you'd be great at that baby doll."
"Sorry to disappoint, but that's never going to happen. So let's just stick to calling me Crimson, or Doc. I'm not your baby doll."
"You sure are, you just don't know it yet," Negan grinned and gave her a wink. She shook her head, continuing to flip through the available songs on the iPod. It seemed to be fully loaded. She found what she was looking for and hit play. She turned the music up, and began to softly sing along. Her vocals were soft, strong, melodic, a little hypnotic.
What's coming through is alive
What's holding up is a mirror
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine
They're both totally void of hate
But killing me just the same
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again
And I feel this coming over like a storm again
Considerately
Venomous voice, tempts me
Drains me, bleeds me
Leaves me cracked and empty
Drags me down like some sweet gravity
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again
And I feel this coming over like a storm again
And I feel this coming over like a storm again
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me
And considerately killing me
And considerately killing me
And considerately killing me
And considerately killing me
Without the skin
Beneath the storm
Under these tears
The walls came down
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times
I could have cried then
I should have cried then
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
And will die
It's all right
I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me
And considerately killing me
And considerately killing me
And considerately killing me
"Where the hell did you get a set of pipes like that?" Negan actually sounded amazed.
"I was eight the first time I told my parents they were worthless junkies. My mother thought I needed Jesus, so I had to spend all day at the church on Sundays. It was either 8 hours of bible study, or choir with a few hours of scripture reading. I picked choir."
"Huh, well, now I'm the only damn god you need."
"I know you have a serious case of post-apocalyptic narcissism, but you don't actually think you're a god, do you?"
"A lot of my people think I am."
"A lot of your people are idiots who are willing to follow anyone who can keep them alive because they're too weak to survive on their own."
"That may be true, but they're still loyal."
"Fear doesn't create loyalty."
"You're not afraid, yet here you fucking are."
"That's because I'm still deciding if it's worth staying, or if I'm better off back on my own."
"That's better than the 'no fucking way I'm coming with you' bullshit you had going on a few days ago. Told you I'd grow on you. So what do we need to get at the college?"
"A couple of real microscopes, not that kid's toy kit you have now. I need as many slides and as much stain as we can take, a centrifuge, scales, a spectrophotometer, more test tubes, and I want to check the chemical cabinets for things we might be able to use."
"I don't have a fucking clue what half that shit is, so I'll just trust that you really need it."
"I do."
They spent the rest of the drive in a comfortable silence, very different from when he brought her to Sanctuary a few days ago. The route was clear, until they left the main road. The last truck stopped long enough for a couple of guys to jump out and take care of them as they found them. A few minutes later, the campus came into view.
It was a large, old, brick building. The parking lot was empty, but she pulled out her boot knife, just in case, before she slid open the passenger door and jumped out. Everyone gathered around Negan.
"We need to scout the building before we decide where to breech. I want a clean fucking entrance and a clean exit. If there are a bunch of those dead fucks walking around the halls, I wanna know about it before we go in. Chris, get all the chains out of the truck, if we don't know what's behind a door and we don't need to go in, I want it chained the fuck shut. Jay, you're up, I'd better know every god damned thing about this place when you get back."
One man, attractive, in his mid to late 30s with short, dark brown hair, a short beard, and tattoos covering his arms nodded to Negan and moved towards the school. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't tell if she knew him or not. He had an assault rifle in his hands and a hunting knife strapped to his thigh.
"Wait," Crimson said. "I'll go with him."
"No you fucking won't," Negan replied.
"I know exactly what I'm looking for, no one else does. Everything I need is going to be in one part of the building. If we know exactly where were need to be, then we only have to secure a small section and can be in and out in no time."
"Fine, go."
She noted that the building looked untouched and she and Jay approached. The doors were closed and all of the windows were intact. Other than the layers of dust and grime coating the glass, it probably looked the same as it always had.
"I'm Crimson," she said, holding her hand out to him. He smiled a very sweet smile at her and shook her hand, then introduced himself as Jason. "I'd like to take a look through the windows as we go. Everything I need will be in the chemistry and biology labs which I can recognize."
"Alright, you take the lead."
The both knew better than to speak as they worked their way around the building. There was one dead head, stuck in an overgrown shrub, around the back of the building that she put down quietly with her knife. It was eerily empty other than that. The hallways looked clean, no signs of anything living, dead, or undead. The laboratories she needed were both around back.
"There," she whispered as she pointed to the window. "That's where were need to go."
"Ok," he said quietly. "Let's keep moving, check out the rest of the building just in case."
The scouted the rest of the building and still found nothing, so they returned to the group.
"Easiest entry is through an emergency exit around back, next to the lab," she told them. "No signs of anything inside, so let's hope it stays that way."
"You heard the lady," Negan said.
Everything went surprisingly smooth. Someone broke the lock on the door, they entered quietly, she found everything she'd hoped for, and the Savior's loaded everything onto the trucks.
The first vet office was a bust, it had already been raided, but the second was fully loaded with equipment and medication.
"You want all of the meds, Doc?" Bud asked after they'd cleared the small clinic.
"Yes, a lot of them can be used in humans. The ones that can't will be useful for livestock. Grab it all and we'll get out of here."
She traveled with Negan between each stop. Sometimes they were silent, listening to the iPod, and sometimes they had normal conversation, as normal as you can with Negan's crude mouth. She asked more questions about how things worked at Sanctuary, he still wanted to know more about her. The questions and answers lead to other discussions and she found that she was actually enjoying his company. He was intelligent, funny, and she couldn't deny that he had charisma and charm.
"Last stop baby doll," he said as they rolled down the middle of the suburban style street.
"Are you really going to keep calling me that?" she asked.
"I could call you sweetcheeks because that ass of yours is damn fine." He grinned at her. She laughed and shook her head at him.
"Baby doll it is then. Have all of these houses been cleared already?" The subdivision was small, only one short street with maybe 15 single family, two story homes. The two houses on the end were just shells that has already collapsed.
"Sure have. We cleared and secured them, but someone else could have come by and fucked that up. Donnie can check a couple before we go in."
"No need, I'll do it myself." She started up the steps of the first house before Negan had a chance to stop her. The front door was unlocked and Negan called out to her when she pulled it open.
"Hold the fuck up, that should a been locked!" she ignored him and moved in, knife in hand. The house had an open floor plan, the entry, living room, and kitchen were one open space and she saw 3 dead heads fumbling towards her. She quickly moved towards them, they were spaced out enough that she dropped them one after the other, without a problem. The last one was hitting the floor when Negan, Bud, and Jay ran through the door.
"Damn girl," Jay said. "I guess you didn't need any help."
"Shut the fuck up!" Negan yelled. Jay and Bud both dropped their eyes to the floor. He grabbed her arm firmly, but it didn't hurt. "What in the shit do you think 'hold the fuck up' means? Let me tell you, it means don't be a dumb fuck and go charging in a house that should have been locked when it fucking isn't!"
"Sorry, I'm not quite used to working with other people. I've been by myself for nearly a year, remember?"
"Don't let that shit happen again. You two," he pointed at Jay and Bud. "Go check the next few houses." They both nodded and quickly made their escape from a very unhappy Negan.
"Bud told me that all of the kitchens have been emptied. I'm just going to see what I can find upstairs."
It took 3 houses, but she was able to fill a large suitcase with clothes that fit her. She also took extra bed sheets, a comforter, a couple of books and DVDs, and an almost brand new pair of boots. Negan and the Saviors were filling the trucks up with mattresses, tables, clothes, toiletries, books, and anything else useful they found. By looks of it, it would take several more trips to get everything out of all of the houses.
She chatted with Bud for a little while, helping him carry out some of the larger items. He was pleasant to talk to, less roughneck than most of the other Saviors, and he reminded her a little of her high school history teacher whom she'd adored. She found out he'd been in construction, he did dry wall for houses and businesses. He'd lost his family to the dead, found Negan early on and helped him build up Sanctuary. He was a lieutenant because he'd been with Negan for so long, and was fiercely loyal to him.
The ride back to Sanctuary was only 30 minutes. She hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep until she felt Negan's hand brushing the hair from her face.
"Good morning sunshine. Have a nice nap?" he asked.
"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep."
"It's alright. Why don't you take your shit up to your room, get settled in. Come up to my office for dinner in an hour." She grabbed her gun and knife to hand it to him, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm. "You can keep them, if you promise to not run off in the middle of the night."
"I'm not planning on going anywhere, at least not tonight." She smirked at him before she grabbed her bag and climbed out of the truck.
A/N Everyone's been asking about Daryl, and since I love him but it's not time for him to enter our current timeline, I thought a nice, smutty flashback would be good. I'm still fairly new to writing intimate scenes, so hopefully it wasn't too terrible. The next chapter is already started, so leave a review and give me some encouragement to get it done and posted!