A/N - I know, Cherokee Rose is the famous Daryl / Carol episode, but not in this day dream. Even Lori isn't immune to the sexiness that is Daryl. #PutTheFunBackInFuneral.
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S2E4 – Cherokee Rose
It was hot, even in the shade of the big oak tree it was hot. Carl was finally awake, he would pull through. The group was back together, Sophia was still missing but everyone else had found their way to the farm and now they could begin to move forward again. The doctor, actually the veterinarian who stood in as a doctor was now playing pastor as well. They had buried a man Lori had never met – the man she was still calling "the idiot who shot my son", though that was only to herself now. She stood in the shade as the sweat dripped down her spine into the gap of her loose fitting jeans and down her ass crack.
She stood next to her husband and tried to ignore her ex-lover on her other side, Shane was wearing overalls, where the hell had he gotten overalls? He looked stupid in them, and that shaved hair thing he had going on. Lori couldn't seem to focus on the funeral service. Shane was rocking on his heels and Rick looked ready to pass out, he had given more than his fair share of blood to their son, but it had helped save his life and she loved him for it. It still sickened her that she jumped into Shane's arms when she thought that Rick was dead. The world had gone to shit, but she should have asked for proof. What kind of women turned to her husband's best friend? The reality of it was she had needed a good fuck. That first time they had been together, they had been on the move trying to stay safe for days, Shane had been protecting them, feeding them, and Lori had been horny as all get out. Much like today, it had been hot, sweat had been dripping and he had shown interest.
Daryl stood a few people away, he shifted in his boots, those beat to shit brown boots of his. His shifting had caught Lori's eye and she couldn't help but look past Rick to see Daryl. Black jeans that he had been wearing to death and that faded plaid shirt he had ripped the sleeves off long ago. His hair was getting long and he had a few days worth of scruff going on his face. She tried not to look, but damn it, when he crossed his arms like that, the gun-show he was putting on sucked her in every time. Lori didn't think much about Daryl on the day to day, he was a great hunter who helped feed the group and she was sure that if anyone was going to find Sophia, it was him. But most of the time, his narrowed eyes and that permanent scowl of his forced her eyes to avert from him.
Hershel had asked Shane to say a few words, Lori couldn't listen. She couldn't listen to him revere the man who had almost killed her baby boy. She wanted to run back to the house and hold her son, but she knew that was rude, she knew that was uncivilized. She had not lost all connection to an enlightened world. She would ignore Shane while he spoke. Shane took two steps toward the pile of rocks and in following him with her eyes, it gave her a better line of site to Daryl. Some days that scowl was scary today it was sexy as hell. He squinted even more in the Georgia sun and she watched a bead of sweat roll downf his shoulder, along the muscles to where his thumb touched his skin. She watched as he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the drop of sweat before he began to chew on his fingernail. What the hell was it about that dirty redneck that she couldn't help but steal glances? He seemed to be watching Shane as he spoke but Lori didn't hear a word he was saying. She closed her eyes momentary but thought better of it, hell with as tired as she was she might have fallen asleep on her feet.
Daryl shifted again, finally taking the thumb out of his mouth. Lori looked over again, now he had his arms crossed, muscles bulging and the fucking smirk she wanted to smack most days. Her brain drifted back to the first time she had met him months earlier. He and his brother had strolled into camp and they had almost come to blows with Shane. They brought food, more protection and for Lori, a bit of eye candy. She hated to admit it, but she had appreciated Daryl's scowl from the first time she saw him standing two steps behind his brother. The way he could look pissed and sexy all the same time, she had a weakness for it.
Shane didn't talk for long, and when he was done they all began to head back to the house. Rick stayed to talk with Hershel and Lori walked alone a few paces behind Daryl. That ass, even in his jeans that were a little too baggy, she knew he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. And she would check to see if she was right if she ever had the chance…. or a quarter. There was no point in money anymore. She hadn't had any in months. She watched him walk, his long strides toward their camp area. Even in his flannel shirt she knew he had long lean muscles under there, muscles she wanted to lick clean of sweat and hold onto while he pounded into her.
Lori stopped walking when that thought hit her. Jesus what was wrong with her. She had finally gotten her husband back like a gift from god and there she was thinking of having sex with Daryl Dixon. She tried to shake the image of her naked thighs wrapped around his hips and she fucked him. With every thought she stuffed down a new one reared up in its place. All sweaty, all pounding, her on top, him behind her. It didn't matter so long as they were both animal about it. Finally she thought she had pushed the last image away when she was startled by a hand on her upper arm, grabbing at her bicep.
"You done day dreamin' girl?" She jumped as she heard Daryl's voice in her ear. "Or you still got some dreamin' to do?" He whispered in her ear, so close she could feel his breath, his chest pushed against her shoulder, she thought she could feel his whiskers on her skin.
"Jesus Christ Daryl," She tried to pull from his grip but he held tighter. "Let go of me." She thought she heard him laugh. "Daryl…" She looked around, Rick and Hershel looked so far away, Shane was off in the distance and she didn't know any of the family members that were now to the porch.
His voice graveled in her ear as he began to lead her by the arm. "What? Com'mer" He pulled at her and she let him lead her off her path to the line of trees. He shadowed her as they moved behind an oak tree. "Ssshh." His lips were to her ear when he shushed her and it sent tingles through her body. She looked around, she couldn't see anyone, no one close enough to call out to anyways. Daryl backed her to the tree, the bark bit into her but she hardly noticed as he moved around to face her, he pressed his body to hers.
Lori's body was reacting to his, but her brain knew that this was wrong, knew she needed to push him away. She spoke through gritted teeth. "Daryl. Stop." She brought her hands up between them, pressed them to his chest to push him away. She pressed into his well toned chest but he leaned into her.
Daryl brought his mouth to hers and let his lip brush against hers as he spoke. "Stop? This is what ya want in't it?" He pressed his lips to hers, not kissing but waiting for her to do something. "You been staring at my ass all day girl. 'sup with that?" He inhaled her, drew his nose along her neck, up her chin and into her hair, he was smelling her and it made her uncomfortable. Not that he was so close to her, that she was okay with, but the act of smelling her made her nervous, like he was going to devour her, though she wasn't sure she was opposed to that idea.
"I…I," Lori didn't know what to say, she had been staring at him, maybe not his ass but that seemed like semantics at this point.
Daryl pressed her to the oak tree and laid his mouth on her neck, that hollow spot that was begging to be licked. And he did, licked at her sweaty skin. He groaned at the taste, so animal of him and she felt her body flush at the sound. She wanted to hear it again, wanted to make this redneck groan. She didn't realize that she was pressing her pelvis to his crotch till he pressed back. "You want that?" He asked between licks and kisses to her skin.
She did, she wanted him more than she realized. She was wet for him, but when he groaned, that had made her soak her panties. "Yes." It croaked out of her mouth and she meant it. She did want him, she wanted his dick more to the point. "Yes, I want it."
He stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes. She was needy, she looked desperate. Her skin was flushed and her eyes were pleading. "You want me to fuck you, right here against the tree?" Who knew he had suck a dirty mouth. Rick never spoke that way, Shane did sometimes, oh crap, she wanted this one as much as she had wanted either of the other men. But she didn't want Daryl the same way she wanted either of the others.
"No." She said it and it made Daryl stop. He pulled away from her, let go of her arm, pulled his dick away from her pelvis. "No." She said it again.
"I hear ya girl." He'd fuck her if she wanted but he wasn't no rapist.
Lori grabbed at his sleeveless shirt, "No. I don't want you to fuck me against the tree." She pulled him close and kissed him hard on the lips. It startled him but he kissed her back. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans. "I want this." She rubbed him hard as he bucked into her hand. "I want to ride this."
Daryl kissed her one more time then pulled away from her, not much, just enough so they weren't touching. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down his hips, he didn't need to unbutton or unzip them as they were getting so baggy. He had gone commando and his hard cock sprung free, red and throbbing the tip slick with precum. He stroked it while she watched, licking her lips as she looked at his big hands wrapped around his cock. She wanted to taste it but more she wanted to feel it. He was huge, wide and long, bigger than her husband or her ex-lover. She wanted this so much. She looked around one more time, no one was near, no one was looking for them. She unbuttoned her jeans to let him know she was serious. Daryl dropped to his knees and helped her shimmy her jeans down. She toed off her sneakers and he yanked her jeans off of her. He picked up her panties and brought them to his nose inhaling. "Nice." He dropped them and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her pelvis to him as he pushes her stance wider. He moved in tongue first, he licked at her clit and it felt so good. Then he pushed his tongue further, into her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and braced herself by holding his head. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close so that he could start to eat her out.
Lori wanted to fuck him, not this, but she didn't know what to say to stop him, his mouth felt so good she couldn't speak. She grabbed at his hair, pulling it and finally made him stop. He looked up at her waiting to see what she wanted. "Lay down." She pushed him away and he obeyed. He sat his ass on the grass and laid down.
"Get over here." He spoke low but she knew he meant business. Lori got on her knees and straddled him. Daryl's hand went straight to her pussy and he slid two fingers in, coating them in her wetness then he pulled them out and licked them clean. "Taste good girl."
Lori smiled at the compliment. "Yeah?" Daryl did it again, fingered her deep till he was coated to the knuckles. This time when he pulled them out he brought his fingers to her mouth and nodded his head. Answering her question and encouraging her to open her mouth. She shook her head, she didn't want to taste herself. "You." She wanted to watch him suck his fingers again.
Daryl grabbed her hip with his free hand and drew her closer to the head of his cock. "You wanna fuck me?" She nodded. "Not till you lick this." His fingers were at her lips but she wouldn't open. She could feel the tip of his cock grazing her opening. She took hold of the shaft and tried to position him for fucking but he fought her, he painted her lips with her wetness but she still didn't open. She maneuvered around a bit till the head of his cock was just slipping inside of her. "Open your mouth." He wasn't forcing her, it felt more like a game he was playing. Lori rocked her pussy on him, two could play at this game. He moaned as the tip slid in further, that was the moan she wanted to hear. He gripped her hip tight trying to hold her back from sliding down him, but she shifted all of her weight onto him and as she began to slide down his shaft and listened to him moan, she opened her mouth to take in his slick fingers. She bottomed out on his cock and she smiled as his eyes rolled back.
This is what she wanted, she started to ride him, grinding her hips up and down as she started to fuck him. She was in control of the speed and the depth and when she had licked his fingers clean he moved that hand down to her other hip and helped her fuck. He was going to leave bruises on her skin but he didn't care, that would be her problem to explain to Rick. She rode him hard, more then she would have with Rick, harder than even with Shane. Daryl had a cock that filled her like no other and she loved it. Hell, why had she waited so long to try this. They fucked hard, her boney hips grinding into him as he moaned out dirty words to her. "That's right, fuck me good…. Dirty little whore…"
Lori wasn't going to last long, the Georgia heat had her all worked up before she got this redneck naked and now as he thrust into her she was ready to cum. Daryl reached around and grabbed her ass, half rocking, half spanking her. She rested her hands on his chest and let her take her over the edge. She didn't care that he wasn't there yet, she just needed to cum. He spanked her again and moaned as her pussy contracted around his dick. She was there, she exploded on him, scratching at his chest and panting out his name. It sounded weird coming out of her mouth but it felt so good. She pushed all the way down as she came feeling every inch of him. She felt him bucking into her, trying to get himself off but she wasn't paying attention to his needs.
"Lori." She heard her name, it felt like it was said from far away. "Lori!" She looked around, there was Rick. She blinked.
She realized that she had stopped on the path back to the house, Rick had come up behind her and was now standing with his hand on her back. "You okay? Been zoned out for a while." He had watched her staring off into the distance as he had come up behind her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Come on, let's go check on Carl." Lori looked for Daryl he was long gone.