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Chapter 3

Molly sang the words softly right along with radio, and Daryl couldn't help but notice how much he liked the sound of her voice. It was almost scratchy but still gentle. Her voice soothed him, and that surprised him. Normally, he hated when people sang along with the song. Their voice just did not do them justice. Maybe it was because she was singing more to herself, rather than trying to impress him with her voice. When they pulled up to Anna's, she looked up at him surprised as he let the truck idle, just so he could hear her finish the song.

"I didn't know that Anna's had an apartment over it." She stated as she hopped out of the truck. The wooden heels of her boots clicked when her feet hit the pavement, which caused Baron to raise his head over the side of the truck bed to see where his owner was going.

"Yeah," was all Daryl said as he let the tailgate down and watched the pup wearily approach the edge, whining at the distance to the ground. Molly smiled at him and helped the young dog down.

"Yah keep doin' that and he'll never jump out of a truck," Daryl grunted out.

"Good thing I don't have a truck," She grinned back at him. She was right, Baron shouldn't have a problem getting out of that little Honda of hers.

They watched for a few minutes as the pup sniffed around the parking lot, looking for a place to do his business. He finally settled for one of the bushed up front. Daryl scowled at him – hopefully Anna wouldn't find out about that. He wasn't sure if he was even allowed to have pets in his apartment. The young dog sniffed around a little more before he found the stairs that lead up to the apartment. Daryl found it amusing to watch the gangly thing make his way up the stairs.

"Well are we gonna follow him?" Molly turned to him with a teasing smile and reddened cheeks.

"Yeah," Daryl's voice was quiet and they made their way up the stairs to the door. He fumbled with his keys for a minute trying to get them in the lock. His hands slightly shaking, whatever liquid courage he had found back at the bonfire had disappeared completely.

He didn't do this much, and he hoped she couldn't tell. Women like confidence, right? He never brought girls home. Got drunk in bars and fucked 'em in the back of his truck or in the bathroom, sure. Bringing 'em home, making small talk, foreplay, sex, cuddling, possibly waking up next to 'em – hell she didn't even have her car here. He'd have to take her back to her sister's. Did he do that in the morning or right after?

Oh god he was going to have an anxiety attack, and then Molly placed on of her small hands over his and took the keys from him. She stuck the right key into the lock and gave it a quick turn, letting 'em into the loft.

"Oh, this is nice," she said smiling, walking around the small apartment. She found the couch and sat down. She looked at him with a reassuring smile and patted the seat next to her.

"D-do yah want somethin' to drink?" Molly gave him a slightly puzzled look and straightened up a bit.

"Um, sure. What do you have?" Well shit – not much at all.

"Water, whiskey, and a few beers down in the cooler," He said rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Water is fine." Nodding stiffly, he walked over to the kitchen. He grabbed two Solo cups and filled them with ice and water, before heading over to the couch. They watched in silence as Baron sniffed out the place.

He waddled around with his nose to the ground and tail wagging from the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the stairs that lead to the loft. Maybe he needed to get a dog, have some sort of companionship, but with how many hours he worked - there was no way he would have time potty training the pup.

This is why Daryl didn't bring girls home. This type of silence, filled with tension and promise, made him extremely nervous. He didn't know what to do. The alcoholic courage he found back at the bonfire had disappeared and now, well now he felt completely out of his element. She had been flirting with him all night, but she didn't seem like the type of girl who wanted a one-nighter.

"You don't do this much, huh?" He shut his eyes tight when he felt his face heat up. Was it really that obvious?

Taking a large gulp from his water, he wished he had grabbed a beer or the bottle of Jack in the cabinet. He shook his head refusing to look at her and staring intently on the coffee ring on one of his hunting magazines. He heard her boots hit the floor and felt her shuffle closer to him, before running her fingers over his hand tantalizing.

"It's not something to be embarrassed about." He turned to her and gave her the 'you got to be kidding' look.

"Really!" She insisted. "I find it refreshing that attacking me wasn't the first thing you did when we walked in here. I also find it refreshing that you still blush – I don't know many guys that still do." She smiled softly at him.

"I don't make a habit of going home with guys either. So this is kinda new for me too." She leaned her head against his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his, bending at the elbow so her fingers could dance against his bicep.

"Bad break-up?" She asked him. Her ministrations and idle chatter were paying off. Daryl could feel the tension in his body start to disappear as the muscles in his right arm started to uncoil under her touch.

"Nawh, ain't never really had a relationship. Just never brought a girl home before." His voice was scratchy. He could feel arousal tickling in his belly. Her closeness and warmth and the mindless pattern she was drawing combined with the fact he hadn't had any in a long while, was taking its toll.

"I've never brought a girl home either," Daryl snorted. He could feel the girl's smile, as her lips were pressed against his shoulder. She was trying to relax him – he'd give her that.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want. We can just talk. I like talking to you." She said quietly. She ran her hands down his forearm to his clinched fist on his thighs. She took a few moments to pry his fingers open before she ran hers up and down each calloused digit.

"No, I want to." He wanted to wince at how eager his voice sounded and he blushed when he felt her uncurl from him and sit up and heard her soft chuckle.

"Good, cause I want to, too." He looked over to her with a pained expression and a whimper like sound came from his thought, unsure what to do. When she surprised him, she straddled his waist and started to play with his hair, looking down at him. Her hair fell like a curtain around them, those milky green eyes full of want but also unsure, and when her tongue darted to wet those bow lips, he was done for.

His hands ran up her thighs, squeezing gently as he went, traced the curve of her hips, brushed the underside of her tits and his thumbs grazed over her nipples, his fingers traced the column of her neck, the line of her jaw, before tangling into the long dark locks of her hair. When he pulled her closer, he could hear her breath hitch. When he first touched her lips he could feel her tremble. When he knew she wanted this just as much as he did, he let himself go into the sensations he was feeling. The kiss evolved from tentative to demanding as soon as he started to feel comfortable. Tender, closed-mouth kisses turned to all tongue and teeth. He nipped and sucked on her tongue and lips and she returned it all ten-fold.

Soon Daryl found himself lifting Molly up and turning back to the couch laying her down. His body followed her like a magnet and soon he was grinding his growing erection into the apex of her splayed thighs. Her hands travelled from their tight grip on his hair to his neck, down his back, to his chest – they never stayed still. His own hands seemed to be on the same mission.

His hands went from their place tangled in her hair to her jaw, to palming her breast above her sweater and bra, to her hips; where they toyed with the hem of her sweater before snaking their way inside and tickling the soft skin of her stomach with his calloused hand.

Daryl moved his hands up her torso to her breast and his lips moved down her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking on the tender flesh. When he reached the lace that covered her tits, he pulled the cups down and ran his thumb over her bare nipple. He grinned against her collarbone when Molly let out a low moan. Her breaths were coming out in soft, gaspy pants; her body arched into his touch; her hands were snaking their way into his jeans; and GOOD GOD cold, wet nose on his neck!

Daryl pulled back started and Baron nosed his way in between the kissing couple, half laying on top of Molly. The pup ignored his glare and low, frustrated growl and nuzzled deeper under Molly's chin. Daryl looked up at Molly and she was biting her lip and shaking as she held back her laughter.

"Yah dog is cock blockin'," Daryl's growled words where what sent her over the edge. Her laughter fell from her lips and he couldn't help but to grin back.

Once she had gained control of her mirth, she pushed Baron off of her and sat up, forcing Daryl to his knees. "Unless you want to keep getting interrupted, I suggest that we head up to the loft."

Daryl, liking her thinking, got off the couch and pulled her up with him, pushing her to the ladder that lead to the loft. Baron whined at them when he realized he couldn't follow the couple. Looking over his shoulder at the dog, Daryl smirked down at the pup.

When he reached the loft Molly had already taken off her sock and was pulling off her sweater, leaving her in jeans and a wife-beater. Daryl toed off his boots and pulled off his socks before walking over to her. When he reached Molly, he pulled off her brown tank top exposing the peach colored lace that encased her breast.

He would bet his truck that her panties were the exact shade of orange.

Her tits were amazing! They weren't overly large and they weren't too small. Her stomach was soft and slightly rounded and her hips had a nice flare to them. He felt like fucking Goldilocks – not to big, not too small, just fucking perfect.

When he trailed his hands up her hips and around to her back, she shivered against him. He deftly undid the clasp to her bra. Backing her up to the foot of the bed, he pulled the straps down her arms and threw the offending material to the ground behind him.

With a gentle hand he pushed her onto the bed. She was spread deliciously across the gray comforter in her jeans, but they had to go too.

Daryl climbed into bed after her crawling up her body, kissing the soft skin of her stomach as he undid the button on her jeans and pulling down the zipper. He looked up to her eyes seeing the permission he needed him them before pulling them down her legs and throwing them over his shoulder.

He was right. Her pussy was wrapped up in the same peach lace.

Daryl couldn't help but to stare. He had never taken the time to get a woman completely naked before having sex with them, much less truly look at him. Dear god, she was hot; soft creamy skin, there was a dark freckle on her ribs, right under her left breast, dark pink nipples, a small scar right over her right hip on her stomach.

Molly covered her chest and tightened her thighs as Daryl stared at her. She had started to become self-conscious when he just stared. He sat on his heels, not moving or saying anything, just taking the sight of her into his memory. He finally moved, but only to pull away her arms from her chest.

"Don't," his voice was rough, arousal laced in his voice caused a flood of warmth to flow through the girl. Daryl watched as she blushed from head to toe. The heady pink tint to her skin and the slight smell of her excitement was making his blood hum.

Foreplay wasn't something he normally participated in before, and he was unsure how to proceed. He reached out and palmed one of her breast in his calloused hands. When he brushed over one of her dark nipples, she gasped. Daryl allowed a grin to grace his features. He repeated the action again and again until she began to squirm. He moved down to catch the other, neglected nipple in his mouth; flicking the harden bud over and over again before pulling at it gently with his teeth.

The low, heady moans and gasps she was making, was making his dick harder than he thought was possible.

He continued his treatment with his mouth but moved his hands down her stomach and over the lace that covered her pussy. He was slightly surprised at how damp the fabric was. He ran his fingers over her covered folds a few times before dipping the under them to find the silken lips.

Goddamn she was wet! She was silky, hot, and swollen for him. He could feel a manly pride to know that he aroused her this much.

He knew enough about foreplay to know he had to find that swollen little nub at the top of her slit to make her come. When he barely brushed over it, she jerked against him. He moved his mouth from her breast to the skin of her neck, just below her ear.

"Ya gonna cum for me," she let out a breathy moan and nodded her head. He circled his fingers slowly around the bundles of nerves, trying different pressures until she let out the most delicious sounds. He dipped a finger into her opening over and over. Adding two more before she started to thrust back against him. She rolled her hips in time with his actions.

"That's it girl, cum for me." He grunted in her ear. He hadn't realized that he had been grinding his hips against mattress just as she grinding hers into his hand, until he felt the tingle in the base of his spine. He became almost rigid as he held back from cumming along with her.

With a few more trust, and twist of his wrist, he heard, saw, and felt her cum on his fingers. He watched as his fingers trusted in and out of her. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten and felt a wave of warm wet against his hand. His name tumbled breathlessly from her lips.

He could feel the smug smirk on his lips as he looked up to her face. She was smiling lazily at him, a look of content on her face. He crawled up to her, running his slick fingers over her stomach and over her nipples. She shuddered as he touched her. She was smiling lazily at him, a look of content on her face.

"Your turn," She advanced on him until he was on his back. Pushed up his shirt, and he took a second debating whether or not to take it off. Finally, he concluded that it was dark enough and he was going to be on his back an allowed it. She kissed and licked a trail down his chest, showing particular attention to the few scars she found there. Who would have thought they could tingle like that?

When she reached the waist of his pants, she made quick work with the belt, button and zipper. His dick was hard and without the confines of underwear, it popped through the opening as soon as she lowered the zipper.

She smiled devilishly at him and blew cool air on to him. He felt himself twitch under her attention. She licked her lips greedily and Daryl's eyes widened. She wasn't gonna do what he thought she was – Oh shit! Fuck! Goddamn it, her mouth was hot!

AN: So I decided I would break the smut up just a bit.

Okay, I have never been good at this, but here goes nothing. I am really excited about this story. This story started out as a birthday present to my best friend. I never planned on actually putting online because I didn't and don't have a beta, (hint: if anyone is interested PM me) but she persuaded me to go ahead and put it up here. I am in college, so I am writing around assignments and readings, it may take me a while to update but I will let y'all know if I decide to discontinue.

This is an AU story set before TWD, but eventually there will be zombies. I am writing Daryl as painfully shy and an introvert but not as gruff. I feel Merle has a lot to do with that part of his personality but as of right now he isn't in the picture. Say that if you are expecting mean, jackass, Daryl, this is not the story for you. If you want the awkward, emotionally damaged, painfully shy, trying to find his way without Merle Daryl – yes.

One other note: I am born and raised in North Carolina. I live in a tiny, tiny, BFE town. I am using it as inspiration for this nameless place in Georgia where Molly and Daryl live. I hunt and fish; I have a golden retriever that Baron is based off of, even though Baron is a lab. I have been to Atlanta and Savannah – if my dialect is off, again from NC – I am going off my own. I hope I don't offend anybody.

Thank you for all the reviews that I have received as of now. Please continue to review.