Summary: On the hunt for Sophia, Daryl gets gravely injured. Almost certain he was screwed; he gets a surprise in the form of an old friend.
Into The Woods
Chapter 2
Song – What The Water Gave Me – By Florence And The Machine
Time it took us
To where the water was
That's what the water gave me
And time goes quicker
Between the two of us
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
And don't
The world's a beast of a burden
You've been holding on a long time
And all this longing
And the shields are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
He really couldn't help it. She was just...damn! Aleigh had slid off the couch and sat on the floor after Merle had passed out and started teetering towards her. Daryl just watched her. It didn't help that every time she caught him, she would wink at him, smiling. Once she even pursed her lips in his direction.
It boiled Daryl's blood that he found the girl to be as interesting as she was when she had barely said anything to him. Actually, she hadn't said anything at all. Aleigh got up from the floor and cleared up a few bottles and the pizza boxes. It was such a bizarre action that Daryl had a whole other reason to watch her.
Finally fed up with him, Aleigh spun around to face the younger Dixon. She placed herself nearby him, hands on her hip, eyebrow raised.
"What?" Daryl asked, playing dumb for the moment.
"If you want something...just ask." Aleigh laughed, moving closer to him. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you?" She leaned even closer, her mouth touching at his ear. "Blow you? Screw you?" Her hand trailed over his chest as she slowly leaned back, dragging her lips across his cheek. Daryl hated to admit it but he actually shuddered. "So what is you want?"
"Don't want anything." Daryl ground out.
"You are such a liar." Aleigh whispered. She pressed her lips to his before he could argue and for a few sweet moments, he found himself falling into the soft warmth of her before the words JAIL BAIT rang through his mind and he pushed her back. Aleigh just laughed before she moved away from him. "Night Daryl...sweet dreams."
With that, the young red head was out of the room to another part of the trailer.
After a while he assumed it was safe to go to bed. Daryl put a blanket over Merle and went into his bedroom, stripping off his shirt when he saw Aleigh in his bed wearing a pair of black shorts and a black vest top.
"What the fuck are you doing in my bed woman?" Daryl snarled at her.
Aleigh sat up and raised a thin black eyebrow, "Merle offered me this bed Daryl, for your information." She told him simply, her dark red wavy curls bouncing.
"Fuck this" Daryl snarled. He thought briefly over the ramifications of just tossing her out of the bed. She couldn't have been that heavy, it would have easy. "You can keep the bed." He'd go the high road this once. He stormed off to the living room and crashed out on a sofa pissed off at the fact that Aleigh was so...
Fucking sexy and hot, fuck he was getting hard just thinking about her, he was older than her by two years, he was nineteen, Aleigh was seventeen, not that the people in this town gave a flying shit.
Daryl fisted himself, trying to forget about what had happened between them, trying not to think about the feel of her lips on his. He didn't want to think about way she looked in those little shorts and vest...in his bed...all challenging and ready for a battle.
Daryl leaned against the pillow and felt his eyes flutter shut.
Goddamn her!
The next morning he woke up to the smell of fried bacon and sausages, and immediately his stomach growled.
He heaved himself up from the sofa to see Aleigh awake and wearing a grey vest top and a pair of black skinny jeans with her black boots.
"Merle's already gone, he did have some food though and a motherfucking hangover" she answered his question, as he sat down at the table and Aleigh handed him a plate filled with bacon, eggs, sausages and pancakes on a separate plate with fucking maple syrup.
"The fuck were you doing sleeping in my room girl? Daryl yelled at her, annoyed from last night.
Aleigh narrowed her dark green eyes at him for a moment and walked towards him calmly.
"Your brother saved me, simple as that." Aleigh declared.
"Yeah right." Daryl shot back.
"Believe it or not, but it happened." Aleigh muttered. She sat down with her own food and stayed quiet even though Daryl's look clearly yelled at her to elaborate.
As Daryl's eyes began to flutter open, he noticed that where he was it was warm and he was on a comfortable bed.
"Aleigh, Daryl's awake" Sophia's voice jerked him back to where he was.
Sophia was safe.
Thank fuckin christ!
Wait...Aleigh?
Daryl sat up and locked his eyes on the red headed woman making her way over from where she had been sharpening her sais. His eyes glazed slightly at the sight of the curvy body he had once had memorized. Dear God, if Sophia wasn't there...and if he wasn't feeling as shitty as he was, Daryl knew he would have grabbed at Aleigh and dragged her to him to get a refresher taste.
"Hey there Cowboy, how you doing?" Aleigh asked, almost looking amused. There she went, teasing him again. Fucking bitch.
"Bite me, I'm fine." Daryl growled, eyes narrowing. He turned the blue orbs to the little girl and softened his expression slightly. "How you doing kid?"
"I'm good thanks to Aleigh." Sophia cheerfully informed him with a smile. "She got me before a walker did. Got a little over cautious when checking me for bites but then she's been good." Aleigh smiled softly behind the little blonde and sat back down, sharpening stone in one hand, Sais in the other.
"So how did you find Sophia then Aleigh?" Daryl asked secretly loving the way her name rolled off his tongue.
"I was hunting in the woods, when I saw Sophia running in front of me with a fucking walker behind her, so I get up and grab this little angel and tell her to stay in the house, and I stab the son of a bitch in the eye, stupid bastard" Aleigh said calmly.
Daryl looked her up and down, Aleigh's hair was longer and darker, and he then looked down at his side to see a thick clean bandage wrapped around it.
"Lucky for you Daryl it was a clean fucking wound and that you didn't get bit" Aleigh told him.
Daryl glanced at the windows, it was getting dark, "It's too dark to get back to the farm now damn it" Daryl said annoyed.
Aleigh smirked and then realised something. "so I'm guessing Merle is back at that...farm?" She asked calmly.
Oh shit. Daryl thought. He paused, wondering how to explain this. He guessed he might as well just tell her straight out.
"Merle got left behind by some other people that are in the group we were part of." Daryl explained, looking around and taking in his surroundings. "When we went back to get him, he wasn't there no more. Cut his hand off and apparently took out a couple of walkers with one hand."
"Sounds like Merle." Aleigh muttered softly, a slight grin on her face. "So ain't seen him yet?"
"Probably never will again." Daryl mused, resigned to the fact.
"Thought the same thing on you and yet here we are." Aleigh pointed out.
"So you guy know each other?" Sophia asked, reminding the two adults that she was with them.
"We go a ways back." Aleigh explained to the little girl. She put her sais through her belt at the back then grabbed Sophia playfully, smiling. "But that's a tale for a different day Angel; it's time for you to get some sleep now."
Sophia nodded and Aleigh took her into the bedroom next door to them, and Daryl.
Daryl could hear through the wall that Aleigh was making sure that Sophia had a knife on her and once assured by this, Aleigh bid Sophia good night and left.
Aleigh sat down next to him on a comfortable armchair, when Daryl spoke.
"You gave her a fuckin knife Aleigh?" Daryl asked stunned.
Aleigh glared at him, "Sophia needs something to protect herself with, if I hadn't found her, Sophia would be a walker and inside Hershel's barn" Aleigh said coolly.
Daryl blinked for a moment not quite sure he'd heard Aleigh right.
Walkers.
In the motherfuckin barn.
Jesus fuckin Christ they couldn't catch a break.
"How do you know?" Daryl asked her stunned.
Aleigh sighed "I was scouting one day and I saw them putting them in the barn and the teenager mentioned Hershel's name" Aleigh told him.
Daryl nodded slowly and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, both thinking over what to do next.
"Daryl." Aleigh muttered, green eyes drifting up to lock with his blues that were already on her. He raised an eyebrow and watched a small grin cross her face. "You're staring again Cowboy."
"We can rectify that." Daryl mused as his hands shot forward and dragged the woman to him. She met him half way and their lips crashed in a heated connecting. They moved together in a familiar sense as Aleigh sat herself carefully on his lap, her thighs straddling his, hands lifting into his hair. She moaned against his mouth, thinking but never saying that she actually missed the red neck hunter.
His hand had an almost painful grip on her waist as he held her wiggling hips in place. She whimpered at not being able to get the friction she so desired. He chuckled slightly even as he refused to part lips. Her hands drifted down from his head as their tongues proceeded to battle it out, seeking access to the other's mouth.
"Damn girl!" Daryl suddenly hissed out when Aleigh's hand pressed a little hard against his bandaged side. Her other hand shot up and clapped over his mouth as she froze, listening to any noise from the other room. When there was nothing, her hand returned on it's journey south. Daryl grabbed the wrist to the hand over his mouth and pulled it away.
"Finally something good about hell." Aleigh whispered, smirking. Her hand slid under the waist band of his pants and gripped the already hardening member. "Aww, is widdle Daryl starved for attention?"
"How about getting that mouth put to better use then throwing out insults?" Daryl suggested in a challenging tone. "Or you just gonna be a great big tease?"
"You miss it that much huh?" Aleigh asked playfully, flicking out her tongue and wiggling it in the air before she got off his lap. Her knees hit the ground between his legs as she tugged on his pants. His hips lifted automatically to assist and then her hand was back on him, stroking up and down at a tortuously slow pace.
"Aleigh..." Daryl ground out.
"Say please." Aleigh taunted, shifting forward and leaning in only slightly. She pursed her lips and blew a stream of cold air at him and he growled slightly, hands shooting into her hair. Her hand gripped him again, stalling any of his attempts to make him move. She sat up more on her knees and leaned forward, placing light kisses to his chest above the bandage. "Say...please."
"You're a bitch." Daryl growled. Aleigh just laughed lightly, moving her hand just as slow as before. He gritted his teeth and bit back a groan.
She would win.
She always won.
Worst of all, she knew that.
"Damn it, fine...please." Daryl groaned out, partially mad at her but also mad at his resistance, or lack there of.
He was rewarded for it though; a smirk crossed her lips before her mouth enveloped the hard member in its warmth. His head fell back, fingers twisting around in the dark red mess of hair as he enjoyed her attention. It had been far, far too long since Aleigh, or any girl really, had given him that sort of attention. Her teeth scrapped lightly at him and it just made him harder, if that was at all possible. His fingers tightened and he looked down through hooded eyes to watch the red head bobbing up and down.
"See...now...that there...is the proper use...for that mouth of yours." Daryl moaned as he spoke, elicited a vibrating laugh from Aleigh that went straight through him and pushed him further to his peak. It didn't take much longer and it did always impress him when Aleigh would keep her mouth in place until the very in.
"Is there a time you ain't talking?" Aleigh teased, leaning back to sit properly. She scooted back slightly to be able to stretch her legs out in front as she leaned back on her elbows. "Seems to me that mouth of yours is always going, ain't just mine."
Her boots came off and she crossed her ankles over each other, a challenge of her own in place. She wasn't surprised when Daryl joined her on the floor, pushing her onto her back with one hand and her legs apart with the other. Mindful of where he was hurting, he nonetheless popped the button of her pants and tugged the zipper down.
"You always gotta wear such tight clothes?" Daryl grumbled, working the offending piece of clothing down her long legs.
"They make my ass look great." Aleigh argued.
"They'll get you in worse trouble these days." Daryl countered, moving in between her legs.
"Maybe I'll just stick with you...then you can keep my ass out of trouble." Aleigh laughed. The sound was cut short when his fingers moved in, sliding along her inner thigh towards the goal. He leaned over her as he slid a single digit inside and her head hit the floor with a thud.
Once more they both froze, waiting for any sign of the young girl nearby.
When there was nothing, he moved his finger, taking it slow, just as she had. The animalistic growl that escaped from behind her lips was one of his favourite noises. He added in a second finger and moved them in alternating motions.
"Oh god...not that again..." Aleigh moaned, slapping her own hand over her mouth to halt the noise. Daryl smirked and picked up the speed. Aleigh put her free hand on his shoulder and made him look at her. "Thought this was bout...shutting you up."
"Maybe I should make you say please." Daryl mocked, pressing his palm against her and eliciting a light whine of pleasure from the woman beneath him.
"Fuck you!" Aleigh whispered harshly. Her hips rolled, wiggling in time with his hand. At least until his other hand slapped down over her stomach and held her in place. He halted his fingers and she groaned in frustration. "Damn it Dixon...whatever happened to the southern hospitality? You gonna leave a lady hanging?"
"You ain't no lady, that's for damn sure." Daryl pointed out. He gave in though and moved down her body as his fingers started up again, going faster this time. His eyes looked up at her as his tongue struck out against the sensitive spot. Her back arched, the back of her skull pressing hard into the floor.
Oh, she was going to have a headache later. But God, it was so worth it. Daryl Dixon had a gifted tongue and she absolutely adored when he used it on her the way he currently was. It swept over flat, curved, moved in zig zags, the thing almost had a mind of its own. It had won its owner many fights in the past with the withering woman.
"Fuck...I so...missed that tongue of yours." Aleigh moaned happily, fingers digging into Daryl's scalp to hold him in place.
Things went from good to fan-fucking-tastic when a third finger entered into the mix. Her fist met with her mouth, teeth biting into the flesh as she tried to keep her noise levels down. He wasn't making it easy on her and soon enough she was nothing but a panting bag of bones as his fingers and tongue finished their magic trick.
Daryl felt himself getting hard again just looking at her, lying there, trying to catch her breath. He started moving up, glad that he hadn't pulled his pants back up yet, and then froze at the small voice whimpering in fear from the other room.
"Nightmare." Aleigh muttered still glazed eyes turning worriedly towards the door. She slid herself out from under the man and fixed herself up before she made her way to the room.
Damn kid, getting in the way! Daryl thought to himself as he sat there, almost in disbelief. If it wasn't for previously knowing that Aleigh held a soft spot for all children, he would have been even more pissed, probably to the point of yelling.
Aleigh opened the bedroom door and her heart was in her throat, Sophia was huddled into a tight ball, hugging her doll tightly.
She moved towards Sophia and sat on the bed and pulled the young girl into her, murmuring comforting words to Sophia and stroked her hair.
This world wasn't safe for children anymore.
Aleigh smoothed Sophia's hair back and put the bed covers over her, and left the nightlight on so she wouldn't be in the dark.
"Good night Sophia, sweet dream" Aleigh said softly and walked back to the living room.
Daryl was asleep, the bed sheets pulled up to his waist, and Aleigh looked at the scars that lacerated Daryl's strong, toned well muscled chest and lightly traced one that went above his heart.
Daryl may be ashamed of his scars, but Aleigh thought his scars turned her on.
Aleigh smiled and grabbed a thick warm blanket and her pillow and curled up on the couch, smiling as she felt her eyes flutter shut.
And remembered the first time they had slept together.
So lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
'Cause they took your loved ones
But returned them in exchange for you
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You could have had it any other way
'Cause she's a crueller mistress
And the bargain must be made
But oh, my love, don't forget me
I let the water take me
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the over flow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow