AN:
Thank you for reviews and follows. I decided to continue.
At this point - please note my rating (M). This is a smutty story.
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Maggie walked over to Daryl slowly.
The hunter watched her coming closer with narrowed eyes. She stopped in front of him and tried to stay calm.
This was their first tete-a-tete since their passionate encounter in the barn. At first they didn't really know what to say to each other.
Maggie's attention was suddenly drawn to details. Daryl still seemed ferocious. His hair was dirty, he was stubbly and frowsy. He still refused coherently the comforts of Alexandria. The comforts like hot shower and clean clothes.
For some reason it didn't reduce his brutish charm. On the contrary - something about him made all the other men in Alexandria seem weak and spoiled.
Jesus, I'm already wet, Maggie realized and blushed.
Early in the morning Daryl had decided to end this weird situation between them for good. It was the most reasonable thing to do.
The hunter was tormented by vivid memories of their lovemaking. Hearing Maggie and Glenn together had been very hard for him. All he could think about now was having sex with Maggie. It felt like some part of him had suddenly awaken.
I have been in a dry spell far too long, he had realized.
Listening to them together had been both exciting and awkward. Daryl sincerely liked Glenn and felt like an ass every time the younger man was talking or smiling at him.
The best and only option was to forget what happened and go on, Daryl had figured.
He had decided to talk to Maggie in order to say it aloud.
Maggie still felt guilty and tormented. She hadn't been able to decide anything.
Clearly they both had underestimated the primitive, enormous attraction they felt for each other now. Their shared moment in the barn had been like opening some kind of Pandora's box.
"Daryl…" Maggie started weakly.
Afterwards she couldn't say who took the initiative this time, but suddenly they were all over each other. Daryl started to kiss Maggie's neck and shoulders greedily and touched her with trembling hands - her buttocks, her waist, her hips. Soon he wrenched her shirt open. His stubble scratched Maggie's soft skin when she started to kiss her luscious breasts.
Maggie's mind blurred. All she knew now was that she wanted this man to have her here and now, the sooner the better. She opened the buttons of her jeans herself and started to pull Daryl's belt impatiently. Her urge made her clumsy. Her lover noticed it and helped her.
Even at this moment Daryl Dixon was a survivor above everything else. He glanced around quickly. There was no danger anywhere to be seen. Just two of them on this little, sunny opening under a large tree. But the danger was always close these days.
"We have to be swift. There can be walkers nearby. And I must be able to look around. It's not safe here." Daryl mumbled hoarsely.
Maggie took the hint at once. She turned over and kneeled on the ground.
Daryl didn't hesitate.
In a second he was behind her, his pants already open. He was rock hard now.
Daryl put his hands on Maggie's hips and entered her swiftly. They both groaned for pleasure. For a heated moment they forgot the walkers, the guilt, the dangerous world around them.
Maggie pushed her lower body backwards to meet Daryl's thrusts. She enjoyed this every bit as much as he did. They moved together with joy. This wouldn't last long.
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What they didn't know was the fact that someone was watching them. Two men were standing behind the trees. They could see the couple under the tree clearly enough and followed their every movement with envy eyes.
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Afterwards Daryl looked at Maggie with serious face.
"Ya have to talk to Glenn. Soon. It's wrong to sneak behind his back like this."
Maggie nodded, ashamed.
"Agreed. It's not going to be easy but I have no choice. I didn't know anything about this kind of hunger. I don't want - can't - end this… thing between us any time soon."
"First time for me too. Can't say I'm sorry though. Can't end it either." Daryl noted with a hint of smile.
"You and me… Who would have guessed?" Maggie wondered.
Daryl shrugged.
"It seems to me that the apocalypse makes strange bedfellows. But now… before you talk to Glenn… I think we should get back to Alexandria separately to avoid suspicions. I will talk with Glenn later, but first…"
"...I have to talk with him alone. I agree. That's the right way to do this." Maggie finished his sentence.
She sighed. That wouldn't be a pleasant conversation, not at all. But it had to be done, soon.
The hunter noticed her mixed feelings and took a step closer. He looked Maggie in the eyes intently and leaned closer. And then - he kissed her lips for the very first time. The kiss was light as a feather, very beautiful and innocent. Daryl's lips were surprisingly soft, Maggie couldn't help but to notice.
She blinked, surprised. After their sultry, hasty embrace she hadn't expected this kind of tenderness. Daryl Dixon clearly was a contradictory man.
"Don't worry. We will figure this out somehow. This ain't the best way to start something like this but… I'm not sorry. You're a very special woman, Maggie Greene." Daryl said sincerely, gently.
For some reason this little speech touched Maggie deeply. Maybe I'm not such a horrible person after all, she thought and smiled at him thankfully. At that moment she felt happy.
"Thank you." She said in a whisper and touched Daryl's face lightly with her fingertips. Her lover kissed her palm quickly and playfully, said goodbye and left.
Maggie watched Daryl go and decided to wait a bit before returning to the camp.
A moment later she was just about to leave when she heard something behind her.
She turned around on alert, trying to reach her gun.
Two armed men were standing in front of her now.
Aiden Monroe and his wingman, Nicholas.
They didn't seem very kind.