Sorry for the delay! Busy week for me... Also I'venervier written anything like this before and it's harder for me than I thought it'd be! Review please!

Also... Smut alert...

Chapter 21

-Lexi-

They were almost to Hershel when Lexi heard Daryl's tortured yell and the gun shot that followed. Caitlyn turned to her with a pleading look in her eye.

"Go to him, please Lex. He needs someone."

Lexi sighed audibly. All she wanted to do right now was go into the prison curl up in a bed and sleep until the wold got better. She hadn't even been in the residential area of the prison yet. She wasn't even sure how many people were there. But Daryl was out in the yard, with no one but the corpse of his older brother.

Knowing what she had to do, she left Caitlyn with Hershel and turned back towards the yard. the sun was beginning to set, and it glared in her face as she rounded the corner causing her to pause and squint as her eyes adjusted. He must have seen her standing there using her hand as a visor, because she saw someone rise.

As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw with some relief that it was Daryl sidling towards her. He was still shirtless from when he had ripped off his shirt to tie it around his brother's leg, and even the dried blood smear across his torso couldn't detract from how perfect his body looked, illuminated in the rosy light of the setting sun. His eyes were set on her intently, boring through her in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

He walked right up into her, invading her personal space in a way that both frightened and excited her.

"Got somethin' to tell me?" he growled down at her, though with none of the anger he usually employed.

"Merle told you about Caitlyn."

"Were you just not gonna tell me? Let me just watch Rick raise the only kin I have left like some fuckin bystander?" his voice was raising in anger as he spoke, "is it cause we ain't good enough for you folks is that it? I ain't good enough to help raise my own niece or nephew?"

His face was only inches from her own now, hurt and fury from his eyes pouring into her. She wanted to scream. None of those things were true. She was in over her head. She didn't trust Rick to care for her, Caitlyn, and the baby on his own. Hearing Daryl demand he right to help flooded her with more relief than she'd felt since Caitie first took the pregnancy test.

It was all too much for her to put into words. But she wanted him, she needed him, to feel her appreciation, to know how much she valued him. Not knowing what else to do she reached up rashly, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

-Daryl-

He almost flinched as her arms came around his neck he was that surprised. Part of him was still angry with her for not telling him about Merle and Caitlyn, but as she pressed her lithe body against his and deepened the kiss the thoughts quickly faded.

He needed this, needed to get lost in the oblivion of simpler things, needed to forget the pain that was threatening to overwhelm him. He kissed her back, more ravenously than passionately, and his arms came around her waist, anchoring her crotch against his hardening body.
When she responded by sighing into his mouth and raking her nails across his bare shoulders, he lost control entirely. Raw lust and emotion poured from him as his hands roved over her body greedily. He was pressing his body against her do forcefully. She lost her balance for a moment and stumbled, breaking the kiss unintentionally.

It was enough for them both to regain their senses. They stared at each other breathing heavily.

"The fuck was that about?"

"It was an apology, and a thank you, and my way of telling you after everything that's happened in the last two days, I'd much rather fuck you than fight you."

-Lexi-

She had never been as blunt with a man as she was with Daryl Dixon, but a part of her knew that she'd never get what she wanted if she beat around the bush. And she wanted it. She was tired of feeling responsible, tired of feeling afraid, tired of always having to be in control. She lost herself in the moment when Daryl was kissing her and today she needed to be lost for more than just one moment.

He was staring at her, clearly untrusting that she was serious about her intentions. She moved in again, realizing she'd have to, and gestured towards the gatehouse behind them.

Then leaning into his ear and mimicking his words from the night before she whispered, "don't tease unless you can follow through." Hoping that the challenge would work if nothing else, she took his hand and began to lead him to the building.

-Daryl-

The sight of her leading him by the hand, her hips swaying sensually in challenge about undid him. Swearing he took the lead, pulling her along and then wrenched the door to the gatehouse open. Slamming it shut behind her he looked down to see her staring up at him, her tempting lips parted in surprise. He leaned in and kissed her hard, his arms coming down to lift her against him with his hands palming her perfect ass greedily. She came up willingly, wrapping her arms and legs around him and pressing her tits against his bare chest.

He realized with annoyance that her shirt was still on, and carried her over to the desk sitting against the wall so the he could free his hands to fix it. Even after he put her down her body remained glued against him, pressing against his crotch and torso. The momentary distance he put between them as he tore off her shirt caused her to change tactics and she leaned away from him every so slightly so that her hands could roam down his bare chest and set to work unbuckling his belt.

'Eager bitch' he thought smirking in spite of himself as she pulled his belt free and moved on to the Zipper if his pants. She really seemed like she wanted this.

Using his last ounce of self control he held her hand still against the zipper of his pants, letting her feel his growing erection but keeping her from taking his pants off all together. Leaning into her ear he murmured in a husky lust-filled voice.

"I ain't gonna love you all sweet n' shit like those college boys you're used to. We could try that later if you wanna, but if you take my pants off now I'm gonna fuck you til I can't stand no more. Jus' figured I should warn ya, if ur not into that kinda stuff."

She ran her hand down the length of his shaft in response and he nipped at her ear and began to kiss a line down her neck. She moaned, and moved his hands to the waistband of her yoga pants. He hooked two fingers in it and began to peal them off her legs. He'd been expecting panties and when he ripped the pants away and got a glimpse of her naked and ready sitting on the edge on the desk he nearly lost it.

Under his stare she seemed to falter for a moment making a half move to cover herself, but he caught her arms and threw them around his neck kissing her hard before she could over think things. Was she crazy enough not to realize how much the sight of her naked and ready turned him on?

Not willing to break the kiss in case she hadn't gotten the message yet, his hand roamed blindly, first over her perfect tits, then down her flat stomach, finally coming to rest around her bare hips. With his hand still splayed out over her hip, he reached down with his thumb, cautiously exploring her until he found her swollen bud. He swirled the pad of his thumb over it lazily, and watched with satisfaction as she cried out with pleasure and dug her nails into his shoulders.

He bent his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, repeating the mimicking the swirling motions of hi thumb with his tongue and making her frantic. She freed her arms from where he'd put them around his neck and began reaching into his boxers for his cock, desperate to give him some of the pleasure she was feeling. She wrapped her hand around him expertly and began to slowly stoke him up and down, pausing occasionally to explore the head of his cock with her soft warm fingers.

'Holy shit' Daryl thought as her touch racked through his body and almost making him cum then and there. It had been too long for him to hold out with foreplay any longer. Grabbing her hands, he threw her arms around his neck, pulled her all the way up to the edge of the desk and plunged into her.

She moaned and arched her back as he pumped in and out of her furiously. Everything about her was perfect, from the way she eagerly tried to match his motions to the way her tits bounced with each stroke. He wanted to give her everything, to please her in every way. Feeling his control fraying he wrapped her arms around him and picked her up, keeping himself inside her all the while.
Holding her against him he began to pump within her again, slower and more deliberately, feeling her hard nipples scrape along his hard chest. The deeper strokes and the friction on her tits and clit sent her over the edge, and she clung to him sobbing in ecstasy as her orgasm racked through her body.

Feeling her tighten as he pummeled her brought on Daryl's own climax and he leaned her against the wall as he stroked to a finish, his hot seed pouring into her.

The position had been an excellent one, but as as Daryl came down from his orgasm he realized it was a little more personal than he intended to finish with. Too exhausted with satisfaction to move, they clung to each other upright against the wall, her legs and arms still wrapped around him intimately, with his diminishing erection still buried inside her. She was resting her head in the crook of his neck panting softly. As her walked her back over to the desk and put her down lightly she seemed to cling tighter to her for a moment, then kissed his neck lightly before letting go. She looked up at him through her dark lashes, her green eyes displaying vulnerability that he'd not yet seen for a moment before looking away.

'Fuck' he thought, as reality began to sink in, 'What now?'