A/N – sorry for the delay, my muse has been dragging me elsewhere. But I love this series too much to abandon it. So let's keep moving on with our distractions, our fantasies, our little day dreams. This one might be a little rough, but not too rough and maybe not what we expect from Maggie.
#GoodToBeBackDayDreamin'
S3E5 – Say the Word
The last bunch of hours had been a blur. Alarms and walkers, inmates lost, battling for their lives and sadly, Lori didn't make it. The baby had survived but she didn't. Christ it was too much for Maggie to deal with. She had barely delivered the baby, it was gruesome but she knew that it was either Lori or both of them that would have to die. And Carl was there to see the whole thing. Carl was there to make sure his own mother didn't come back from the dead. When Maggie had learned all those months ago that Lori was pregnant she knew it was a bad idea, but she also found it to be a ray of hope in this dismal life. She had even been jealous of Lori every once in a while. She and Glenn worked very hard to make sure they did not get pregnant. This was not the time.
When they had all emerged in the yard Daryl was the only one who seemed rational, the only one who had a handle on what needed to be done. Rick was in no state to manage anything. And how the hell we had not prepared for the coming of this child better was beyond me. Maggie had mentioned formula and diapers a few times, but no one seemed to listen. 'She'll breast feed, we don't need to be lugging formula around.' 'We'll make cloth diapers, it will be better.' Yeah, like anyone wanted to wash those things out. But now it was critical. There was no one to breast feed this little girl and Maggie sure as hell wasn't going to be hand washing cloth diapers. When Daryl said he was going on a run to a find supplies, she had to go with him.
We had been on the bike for a while now, the day care was farther out than I had remembered. Daryl was focused, on a mission. He weaved through the clogged street and around the walkers he normally would have stopped to kill. I held tight as he made dramatic turns, I don't think his brain was on anything but getting food and getting back to the little bundle of helplessness. I couldn't get the images out of my head. Lori cut open, the baby crying, walkers chasing and alarms blaring. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head but they just kept coming back.
I closed my eyes, I focused on Glenn's face. His sweet angelic face that got me through more difficult moments than I had ever thought I would face in a life time. His arms wrapped around me as we lay in the night, so much love and protection. I worked to focus on Glenn, my meditation that kept me sane these days. I was lost in our last night of love making, up in the tower where we didn't have to keep quiet and I was free to moan out as loud as I wanted. Glenn always in tuned with what I needed in the dark of night.
Daryl jerked the bike and I opened my eyes to see what was going on. No walkers, no road blocked with cars, "What?"
He shook his head and grabbed my hand, pulling me tighter to him. "Gotta move with me or we will both be off this thing."
I mumbled and apology and held tighter to him. Stupid shit like this that gets you killed now a days. We went back to our silence and Daryl followed a sign for a day care center in a residential neighborhood. He had a good eye for finding things. We parked behind and stayed close together as we made our way to the back door. Place was locked up, that was always a good start. I broke the window and climbed through as he kept a watch out for walkers.
This had to be one of the more creepy places we have looted, to many cribs and tiny toys. Just weird in a horror movie kind of way, not that I like horror movies, give me a romantic comedy any day. Daryl swept for walkers while I raided the cabinets. There were baby bottles and diapers and it felt like we had hit a gold mine. We worked our way down a dark corridor, Daryl with his crossbow ready, he was always ready with his bow, the thing weighed a ton I could never carry it the way he did, those arms of his. My God.
We could hear the banging of a door, maybe a closet, something. It was most likely a walker and he had to dispatch of it. We were a team, him sweeping, me flanking. He kept his flashlight in his mouth to keep his hands free. I shouldn't have found it so sexy, but I did. Daryl puts everything in his mouth, no one ever taught him that that was the fastest way to get sick. He motioned for me to open the cabinet door that was still banging. Honestly, I didn't think it was a walker but I was a little afraid to see what it was.
His bolt flew as the door opened and he mumbled something about dinner. Gross, I wasn't sure I was hungry enough for possum. The other cabinet in the room yielded powdered formula, it didn't get much better than this. I was glad the trip had been so successful. On our way out Daryl picked up a stuffed animal and we brought that back as well. I put the back pack on and I climbed on behind him.
"Hang on this time." He lifted his arm a bit so that I could make sure I was wrapped tightly around him. The sun was setting and the Georgia sky looked like it was on fire. I have to admit, I was tired, now that the adrenaline had slowed and I knew was pretty safe the lack of sleep was catching up. I tried not to, but I ended up resting my cheek on his back. I would never fall asleep on a moving motorcycle, but I just needed to rest my brain for a while.
My head drifted back to Glenn, his sweet gentle way. I knew I could have never made it this far in our new world if it hadn't been for him. Someone like Daryl could save my life but no one else could save my heart. I tried not to think of anything but my head just wouldn't shut down. I blocked out the images of Lori but everything else was flashing. Rick lost and confused, Beth listening as Daryl he whispered something to her, Daddy taking over and that concerned look on Glenn's face when I rode off with Daryl. I tried not to think of about it but I couldn't get that image of Daryl with the flashlight in his mouth out of my head. Since the day we had met, I had been fixated on his mouth. I'm not sure why I liked it so much, most of what came out of it annoyed me, but damn, sometimes I just wanted to crash my lips to his.
Normally when that thought crossed my mind I would push it away, push away my desire to walk up to him, catch him a little off guard and stop him from talking with a hard kiss. Maybe I was just too tired today to stop that thought from washing over me. Him pressed against the bars in the prison as I stopped him from ranting about one thing or another. Not caring that Rick was standing two feet away or that my sister stared jealously at us. If she had done it first like she always wanted to, I wouldn't have him pressed against the cell bars with a room full of people watching as I try to pull away from the kiss but now he has his fingers tangled in my hair.
Who would have thought that Daryl Dixon would be the best kisser I had ever known, and that's sayin' something. We kissed hard and long, licking and exploring as his hands roamed down my body. I have to say, I would think that I would scare him into pushing me away most days but sometimes, my brain is convinced that something would just snap with him, like flipping a switch and he'd go from guarded-man who pushes you away to you-want-a-piece-of-me-bitch-then-you-better-be-ready kinda man. And that just turned me on. I could feel his hands grip my waist as he pushed himself off the cell bars and moved me, us, while we were still kissing. Most everyone who had been in the room before was now gone, just leaving Glenn and my sister watching as Daryl caught me off guard and turned the tables. Somehow we had gone from me kissing him to him spinning and pushing me face first into the cell bars and he pressed behind me.
"This whatcha want Farmer's Daughter?" His graveled voice in my ear as he pushed his pelvis against my ass, I could feel him hard and it made me nod my head. This was exactly what I wanted. "Say it."
I was breathless, "God yes, Daryl." I shifted back into him and let him grind against me as he kissed my neck, nipping at me and running his hands up under my shirt. His hands felt larger as the smoothed over my stomach and up to my breasts, consuming them as he pulled me just a bit from the bars so his hands could find my nipples and roll them between his fingers. I moaned out and put my head on the bars.
"He make ya moan like this?" I knew Glenn was watching, he could see it all, probably hear it too, but he didn't make me moan out like this, I shook my head. "Nah, he don't make ya feel good like me?" He pushed against me again, I knew things were going to get more heated than this. "Ya wan' me to take ya right here wit' dem watchin', your little sis right there?" I knew it was wrong but something about being with Daryl in front of my lover and my sister just made me hot like a summer storm in the Georgia heat, I nodded, pleaded for him to do it.
Daryl unfastened my pants and pushed them down him hips then pulled me so that I was bent at the waist, "Hold the bars there Farmer's Daughter." Sometimes I wasn't sure if he actually knew my name. I did as he told me, looking back over my shoulder trying to see him. My eyes flew past Beth and her look of jealously to Glenn who would have looked pissed off if I didn't see his pants bulging. I heard Daryl's belt opening and the zipper on his pants, then the sound of them dropping. One hand on my hip as he yanked at my panties, ripping them at the seam just a little and pushing them to my pants. I felt his boot kick mine opening my stance wider for him and then I felt his fingers down the crack of my ass and onto my pussy.
"Shit girl, all wet already?" I nodded, I was, I had been wet since I had kissed him. "Damn, gonna make this easy." Hard, easy, rough, it didn't matter, just so long as Daryl Dixon was inside me, that's all I cared about. He slid two fingers in and then he growled, "Maybe I want your sister instead." My eyes flew open, no way did he want her more than me. My body clamped around him, I didn't want him leaving my body for anyone.
"No… you want me." I pushed against his hand showing him how much I wanted him, moaning out to prove to him that I was worthy. He pushed his cock to my ass and I felt him in all his glory this time. Daryl pumped his fingers in and out of me a few more times then spread the wetness all over his hand then to his cock where he started to stroke himself. I thought about turning around and sucking on him but that wasn't what I wanted. I waited with breathless anticipation for him to touch me again, the expectation was agonizing and hot, I just needed to feel him inside me, pushing deep, filling me and then he started. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my ass, normally not something I liked but if that's where he wanted me I'd let him, he rubbed against my tight little hole then moved lower to my pussy.
Daryl pulled me back by my hair getting my full attention, "Next time Green. You ass next time." Then I felt him find my opening and he pushed deep inside me. I moaned out, jeeze he was big, filled me completely. His hands on my shoulders gripping tight he began to fuck me, filling me and drawing out, breathing through his clenched teeth and I held on tight to the cell bars. My god he felt good inside me, better than, well anyone I had been with in a long time. I could feel the cold stares from behind as we banged hard. I didn't think he was going to wait for me to cum so I had to make sure I took care of it myself.
I reached down and played with my clit as he pounded me from behind, occasionally tiny filthy words would come out of his mouth, 'fuck', 'whore', 'take it'. They only served to fuel me more as I worked on achieving my own orgasm. I had wanted this since the first time I had seen him in the woods, dirty and primal. He was all man and I wanted him bad. I fucked back against him till I started to cum, gripping the bars and screaming out in ecstasy as I clamped around him, my orgasm taking over.
My knees gave out and I didn't care, I started to fall to the ground and Daryl simply forced himself deep into me as he followed me to the dirty floor. I was on my knees know, sated and almost ready to pass out, but Daryl wasn't don yet, he was on his knees pounding again as if I hadn't just lost all use of my legs. I let go of the cell bars as he pushed on my back putting my cheek on the dirty floor. "That's right, just take it till 'm done." His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust deep taking his own enjoyment of out of me giving my body over to him to be used.
I'm not sure how long we were like that, long enough for my knees to ache, my pussy to throb and for him to finally pull out and cum all over my back. I felt it drip toward my hair as he kept me in that downward position. His breath was ragged and he smacked my ass laughing as gained back his composure. I felt his cum pool in the base of my hair but I didn't move till he was done with me.
He pulled my up by my shoulders, helping me kneel then he whispered in my ear. "You're a good lay Green." I nodded. "Little sister doesn't even take it that good." Fuck, he was doing Beth too. "Chinaman ever do you like that?" Glenn did sometimes, take me hard and rough, but Daryl didn't need to know that, I shook my head.
"What?" I heard Daryl's concerned voice. "Ya okay? We're almost back."
It was dark now, the sun was gone, and we were only a few miles from the prison. I must have been shaking my head against his back. I smirked as I wrapped myself just a little tighter around Daryl.