So, I'm turning twenty tomorrow morning and I want to celebrate by posting Daryl smut. Well, a little Daryl smut. A little Daryl awkwardness. Happy birthday to me and happy Monday to you!

Daryl grabbed the sides of her face and yanked it to his, smashing his lips to hers and sinking his teeth into her bottom lip hard. She gasped and he attacked her open mouth. Daryl had never been aggressive with girls. He just didn't have the confidence to be the aggressor with other females. But with Georgia, he knew that he wouldn't get rejected. With Georgia, he was safe. She was the one woman he always knew would want him. Would take care of him. His hands moved back to her hair and threaded through it. He pulled away slightly to mutter, "Woman, ya gotta wash yer damn hair. Gettin' ratty."

"Same sweet talking as always, I see," she replied drily before she dragged his mouth back to hers. He slowly pulled his mouth from hers and kissed across her face to her ear and latched onto her ear lobe. A choked growl escaped from her throat and Daryl's hands slid to her shoulders to push her down on the floor of the tent. He followed her down and settled over top of her, digging his knee between her thighs to press it against her core. She moaned and he pressed his mouth back against hers. His hands made their way down to her waist and began fumbling with the hem of her shirt. Georgia asked, "Is this helping you figure shit out, Daryl?"

"Don' fuckin' know but I know I ain't gonna stop 'less ya make me."

"Then don't fucking stop."

Daryl kissed her again and slid his hands up her shirt to grasp her breast. He massaged her over her bra while his lips danced along with her own. He pushed her bra up so that he could grasp her bare skin in his hand. She growled, "It's been a very long time for me, Daryl. So can you please hurry?"

"Can' ya be patient?"

"No."

"Fuckin' fine then." He lifted up and pulled her shirt off her body quickly, taking a moment to admire her hips and torso, even with the skin stretched taut over it. He ran his fingers over her ribs and informed her, "Don' be givin' DJ yer food no more. I know ya do it, don' be tryin' to lie bout it."

"He needs it. I don't."

"We'll get ya fattened up a bit in no time."

"Your pillow talk is the same as it always was," she commented drily.

"Hush up, woman."

He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses down her stomach and then back up to her bra. He ordered, "Take it off."

"Still have problems with bras?"

"Women I fucked after ya didn' never take off all their clothes," he admitted.

"They sound very classy."

"Shuddup, woman."

She sat up and took her bra off, then grabbed the bottom of Daryl's shirt and pulled it up over his head quickly. He snarled, "Damn it, woman, ya know I hate that shit."

"You'll be fine."

She kissed his shoulder and then up his neck. When she hit the spot behind his ear, he moaned and his hips bucked against hers roughly. She growled, "Pants, Daryl. Take them off."

"Yers or mine?"

"Both of them, Daryl. God damn just get naked."

He sat up and pulled her pants off of her. Then she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on the floor beside her. She rolled him onto his back and pulled at his belt. It was difficult to get off from the hole he'd made in it himself when his belt got too big to actually hold his pants on. She cussed, "Did you fucking put this on with super glue, Daryl?"

"Ain't my fault ya can' get a damn belt off." He reached down and unbuckled his belt easily. Once the belt was undone, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers. She yanked them down over his feet and stared blatantly at his cock that was standing at attention. "Take a damn pitchur, Georgia Rayne, last ya helluva lot longer."

"You'd lose your shit if I actually took a picture and we both know it." She crawled up his body and settled over him. She ground herself against him without letting him enter her. He groaned and grabbed her hips to steady her. As she was about to settle down onto him, he rolled her over and kissed her hard while he slid inside of her. She gasped and her legs came up to wrap tight around Daryl's waist. She moaned and he filled her completely, bottoming out inside her and grunting once he hit the end.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled the other in her hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck while he thrust deep inside her. She moaned and he thrust harder and faster. Daryl knew he wouldn't last long, it'd been about four months before the end of the world since he'd gotten laid and Georgia hadn't had sex since DJ was five years old. Almost four years. Daryl removed the hand from her hair and slid it between them to rub the hardened nub between her legs. He ground out, "Ya still like bitin'?"

"I've never tried it with anybody other than you," she panted.

He moved his head down to her shoulder and began nibbling on the soft skin there. She moaned louder and bucked her hips against his. He moved to her neck, licking, sucking, and biting to get a response out of her while she writhed beneath him. Her fingers dug into his neck and back and she whimpered, "Just a little more, Daryl. God, just a little more. I'm almost there."

He groaned and kept thrusting until he felt her begin to tighten around him. Then he buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed hot breath down her throat while she cried out his name in ecstasy. He quickly followed, releasing his seed deep inside her before letting all of the weight of his body fall down on top of her. They lay in a heap on the tent floor, panting and pressed against each other, Daryl's face buried in the crook of Georgia's neck and her hands absent mindedly stroking his back and shoulders while she tried to catch her breath. Finally, she asked, "So, did that help you think?"

"Think ya got a hickey from me bitin' on yer neck like a damn vampire." Daryl rolled to the side so that he was lying beside Georgia.

"Great," she sighed. "I wonder if there's any way we can pass it off as a bruise?"

"Tell 'em I whacked the shit outta ya fer bein' a pain in my ass."

Georgia laughed and rolled her head to the side to stare at Daryl, who was staring right back at her. She asked, "So, what do you think?"

"Think ya feel as good as ya ever did."

She laughed again and replied, "You haven't lost your stuff either."

"So what now?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "What's normal after you have mind blowing sex with an ex who is the father of your only son?"

"Ain't nothin' ever been normal bout us, Georgia Rayne. What do ya reckon we oughta do?"

"See where it goes?"

"Ain't that what we did 'fore?"

"It worked out pretty well before."

"Til ya up an left me."

"Well, it's not like that's an option now."

"See where it goes, huh?"

"Yes."

"So we don' have to be doin' none of the shit Rick an Lori or Maggie an Glenn do when they think there ain't nobody lookin'?"

"Did we ever do it before?"

"Nope."

"Then we don't have to do it now."

He gave her a small smirk and then said gruffly, "Needa be gettin' up. DJ's gonna be wonderin' where the fuck we are this late in the day an we both got shit we gotta be doin'. I'ma try to take DJ out today, practicin' with the crossbow."

"Good." She rose off the floor of the tent and began pulling her clothes back on. Daryl rested on the floor for a moment, watching her, his eyes dancing over her frame.

"Ya an DJ are too lil. Needa get some meat on yer bones. Can' be lettin' ya'll starve."

"Daryl, we're barely starving. DJ and I have gained weight since we arrived here."

"Still. Want my boy to be healthy. Needs all the food he kin get fer that."

"Alright. You going to stop staring and get dressed or am I going to have to dress you?"

"Shut up, woman."

He rose off the floor and started pulling his clothes on. Georgia laughed softly and informed him, "You still have the scrawniest ass I've ever seen in my whole life."

"Shuddup, woman. Swear ya talk more than ever."

Georgia rolled her eyes and informed him, "This isn't going to stop us from being at each other's throats all the time, is it?"

"Nope. Still pissed off at ya bout some stuff."

"Of course you are."

She pulled on her boots and climbed out of the tent with Daryl closely following her. He informed her, "Ain't nothin' gonna change out in public, Georgia Rayne."

"Fine."