AN: I really have never drunk moonshine, or been to Georgia, or been to the USA. Can you tell?

*Warning* Contains Sexual content.

The Walking Deth - Part I

An Unexpected Journey - Chapter IV

I've never drunk moonshine.

"So first I say something I've never done, and if you have done it you drink, and if you haven't I drink - then we switch"

I couldn't believe he had never played this game. It seemed like every one of drinking age knew how to play it.

I started off with an easy one.

"I've never shot a crossbow. So now you drink."

Daryl reached for his jar.

"Ain't much of a game."

"That was a warm up. Now you go."

He groaned and chewed on the side of his finger as he thought.

"I've never been outside of Georgia."

"Really? Okay good one."

I took another swig.

"I've never been drunk and did something I regretted."

Daryl took a big swig.

"I've done alotta things." he said with a quirk of his brow.

"Your turn."

"I've never…braided my hair."

He was getting good at this game. More rounds like that one and I wouldn't be able to walk.

"I've never had sex." I said it so bluntly, I even shocked myself. I couldn't help it, watching him rub against the hair on his chin in a curiously sexy way, it popped into my mind and just slipped out my mouth.

I watched him carefully for his re-action. His eyes quickly left my gaze and he took the jar straight to his lips. He tipped it back and took in a large gulp, then another, then another. I wondered what this display was all about. Was he insinuating he was very experienced in that department, or had my statement made him uncomfortable?

I thought he was going to empty the jar. But he put it down, with about a half inch left in the bottom, and then tentatively looked back at my face.

"Never?"

I shook my head.

"Not with Jimmy? Or with Zach?"

I was surprised he even remembered their names. Hearing them again brought a lump to my throat. I washed it away with a quick swig of the moonshine and swallowed hard.

"With Jimmy we never did, because of my dad. Jimmy respected him. And I did too. Plus I was too young then." I flicked my eyes up to his wondering if he got the hint.

"And with Zach - well we did fool around a bit." I could feel myself blushing with the thought of doing night watch together at the prison. The kissing, and touching and rubbing. I had moved pretty fast with Zach, just because I wanted to feel that kind of connection with someone, and I knew our time could be short together. Zach had wanted to do more.

"We never really could, you know. 'Cause Dad and Maggie were always around, and even though we had our own cells, we were still in a room with a dozen other people."

Daryl gave a nod. He had chosen to sleep in a cell away from everyone else. He didn't really like being close to people.

We sat in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like an hour but it was probably closer to a few seconds. Daryl was chewing on his finger, and darting his eyes all over the room nervously.

"It's your turn." I finally piped up, trying to break the tension.

Daryl began rubbing the hair on his chin between his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully.

"I've never been on vacation."

"Wait - what about camping?"

Daryl shook his head. "Nah. That's just somethin' I had to learn - to hunt."

"Your dad teach you?

Daryl lowered his eyes and groaned thoughtfully. I couldn't tell if that was a yes or a no.

"Okay." I said bringing the glass of moonshine to my lips and having another drink. I had to think of another question now. A good one.

"I've never been in jail." I said, watching Daryl's eyes. His hands that were fidgeting by his face stopped as he glared back at me. "I mean as a prisoner." I added. Of course I had been in jail, I had only just left one.

I waited for his answer. All I got was a cold stare. Perhaps that was the wrong question to ask?

"Is that what you think of me?" He finally grunted.

You better back track quick smart, Beth.

"I didn't mean anythin' serious, I just thought you know, like the drunk tank. Even my dad got locked up with that - back in the day."

Daryl flicked his finger angrily to my glass.

"Drink up." He demanded.

I couldn't believe that. I had heard all about what him and Merle got up to, there was no way he hadn't spent time in prison. Unless he never got caught, or knew the right people.

"Wait -Prison guard. Were you a prison guard…before?" Zach had a theory he was involved with law enforcement. I guess that would help keep him out of jail, despite having a brother like Merle.

He was silent for a while, watching me with cold eyes. I didn't know what was taking him so long to reply, it's not like he wouldn't be able to remember.

He finally shook his head and answered. "No."

His glare was making me uncomfortable now.

"It's your turn again" I said trying to shift some of the discomfort.

He stood up and stalked over towards the kitchen area. "I gotta take a piss." He informed me aggressively.

And there he went, over to the corner of the cabin ready to do his business…inside. It was beyond awkward. I tried to avert my eyes, although I had seen it before out in the woods, I was still mildly curious. It must have been the moonshine messing with me, being curious of a man going to the toilet. My curious thoughts were soon broken by the shattering jar Daryl had dropped on the floor deliberately. He was really drunk. And now I was in a world of trouble.

"You have to be quiet!" I urged.

"Can't hear you, I'm takin' a piss." he yelled.

"Daryl, don't talk so loud." I whispered, trying to encourage him to keep it down.

"What are you my chaperone now?" He yelled over his shoulder while the contents of his bladder emptied on to the already filthy floor.

I looked back to my glass and waited for him to finish. He zipped up and swaggered back over to me.

"Oh wait. It's my turn right? I never ahh." he looked down on me. "I've never eaten frozen yogurt… I've never had a pet pony…I've never Got nothin' from Santa clause."

He shoved the nearby chair angrily, so that it rocked back and grinded on the floor.

"Never relied on anyone for protection before."

I lowered my eyes knowing he was directing that remark at me.

"Hell, I've never relied on anyone for anythin'." He stalked over to my angrily throwing his arm in the air.

"Daryl…"

"Never sung out in front of a big group in public, like everythin' was fun, like it was some big game…I sure as hell never cut my wrists looking for attention!"

My shoulders heaved as I tried to find the courage to stand up and slap him in his loud mouth, drunken, obnoxious face.

Before I could do anything I heard the growls of walkers at the back door.

"Sounds like our friend decided to call some of his buddies."

"Daryl shut up!"

"Hey you never shot a crossbow before?" he pointed at me. "I'm gonna teach you right now. C'mon"

He grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me to the front door.

Once outside he shot the walker that had been lingering around, through the shoulder, pinning him to a nearby tree. He tried to force the crossbow into my arms before taking another shot at it himself. I had to put a stop to this mad drunken rage. I stepped forward and ended the walker with a knife blow to the head.

"What the hell you do that for? I was havin' fun."

"No you were being a jack-ass." I shrieked. "If anyone found my dad…"

"Don't! That ain't even remotely the same."

"Killing them is not supposed to be fun."

"What do you want from me girl, huh?"

"I want you to stop acting like you don't give a crap about anythin' like nothin' we went through matters…Like none of the people we lost meant anythin' to you…It's bullshit!"

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know."

"You don't know nothin'."

"I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl…I'm not Michonne, I'm not Carol I'm not Maggie…I survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them, but I made it. And you don't get to treat me like crap just because your…afraid!"

"I ain't afraid of nothin'."

"I remember. When that little girl came out of the barn , after my mom. You were like me. And now god forbid you let anyone get to close."

"Too close, huh? You know all about that. Lost two boyfriends and You can't even shed a tear. Your whole family's gone and all you can do is go looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch."

"Screw you, you don't get it."

He stepped aggressively towards me. "No you don't get it. Everyone we know is dead!"

"You don't know that!"

"Might as well be 'cause you ain't ever gonna see 'em again. Rick…you ain't ever gonna see Maggie again."

I tried grabbing hold of him, hoping I could stop him if I held him tight enough. "Daryl stop."

He pulled out of my grip. "No!"

He stumbled away from me. "Governor rolled right up to our gates…Maybe if I wouldn't've of stopped lookin'…Maybe 'cause I gave up. That's on me!"

"Daryl." I tried to grab him again.

"Your dad…Maybe…maybe I could've done somethin'."

I stepped towards him and forcefully wrapped my arms around him from behind, pouring all my support into my embrace. When I felt him sobbing in my grip, I knew that as much as he tried to throw up his walls, deep inside he was feeling the pain just as much as I was. I held him to me tight, not wanting to let him go, and wanting him to know I was there for him. After a few seconds of sobbing he turned around and returned the embrace. Sobbing into my hair with his broad shoulders heaving. I felt myself start to sob too, and then he was the one stroking my hair and gently telling me to hush.

I lingered in the embrace, enjoyed the warmth of him, and the smell of him. It was like sweat and dry grass. It reminded me of back home when the men were out turning the bails. Otis and my dad, Shawn…Jimmy. The feeling of being held like this was not something I wanted to let go of anytime soon. I felt the strength of his back, and of his arms around me that were thick with muscle. This was the big strong Daryl, hard Daryl. The one we relied on for protection, the one we relied on for just about everything, and here he was in my arms, Breaking down in tears.

We stood out there in an embrace for what seemed like hours, before we felt the sun leave us and the chill of the night approach.

"My backs aching somethin' fierce." Daryl groaned, as he leaned away from me.

I pulled away from his hold and allowed him to stretch out a bit. "Think we should go up, and take a seat." He motioned to the porch of the cabin. I nodded in agreement and followed him around.

Daryl went back into the cabin, letting the wooden screen door slam behind him, while I climbed up on to the porch. He came back out with a fresh jar of moonshine, and handed it over to me.

"Are you tryin' to get me drunk?" I asked playfully

He dropped himself down on the moss covered wooden boards, put his back to one of the weathered posts and pulled out his knife from its sheath. I dropped down and rested on a post opposite him.

"I thought you might already be there by now." Daryl's eyes dropped to the knife in his hands.

"Yeah I'm there. I think I just handle it better than you." I teased.

"I did drink more, an' faster than you." He tried to reason.

I shrugged and took the lid off the jar and took a swig at it. Daryl started fiddling with his knife, sticking it in between the planks of wood on the porch, and digging out the grit.

"I get why my dad stopped drinking." I said

He looked up at me and studied my face.

"Feel sick?" He asked.

"Nope." I felt pretty good actually. I felt warm inside, and free, and comfortable, and the sight of Daryl playing casually with his knife was getting me a little…excited.

"I wish I could feel like this all the time." I admitted with a smile. Imagine it, me, free and comfortable, and excited all the time.

I chuckled to myself. "That's bad"

Daryl looked like he was turning the idea over in his mind.

"You're lucky you're a happy drunk."

"Yeah I'm lucky. Some people can be real jerks when they drink." I teased.

Daryl lowered his eyes guiltily to his knife, lifted it and started picking away at the wood on a post in front of him.

"Yeah I'm a dick, when I'm drunk." His lips twitched hinting at a smile. I wished he would smile. He looked nice when he did, cute even, but it was such a rare sight. Almost as rare as him talking about his feelings. My gaze must have been making him uncomfortable because he quickly looked away and started telling me a story about his brother Merle and some tweeker he knew, whatever that was. Judging by the story it was someone who was crazy, probably a drug user. Merle had upset the tweeker over something he saw on the TV, and Merle and Daryl had got into an argument with him that ended up with Daryl having a gun pulled to his head. Daryl ended up puking and they tweeker laughed at him. Daryl gave a little smirk as he talked about it. But I didn't think it was funny at all. The life Daryl lived before kind of scared me, and I felt sorry for what Daryl had been through.

"You wanna know where I was before all this?" He asked me when he had finished his story.

I gave him an encouraging look. Of course I wanted to know.

"I was just driftin' 'round - with Merle. Doing whatever he said we were gonna be doin' that day." He looked in to the distance and I could see the sorrow in his face again.

"I was nobody. Nothin'." He looked sadly to the floor boards. "Just some redneck asshole with an even bigger asshole for a brother."

He blinked sadly into the night, and I wondered if he was going to cry again.

"You miss him don't you?" I asked.

He didn't answer, just looked around uncomfortably.

"I Miss Maggie…I miss her bossing me around." I chuckled. "I miss my big brother, Shawn; he was so annoying and overprotective…And my dad. I thought…I hoped he would just live the rest of his life in peace. I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby, and he would get to be a grandpa. And wed have birthdays and holidays and summer picnics…and he'd get really old…and it would happen, but it would be quiet…It'd be okay. He'd be surrounded by people he loved." I looked to the deteriorated ceiling of porch and tried to hold back the tears that were brewing. "That's how unbelievably stupid I am."

I reached for my glass of moonshine needing another drink to regain my composure, and not wanting to turn into a weak blubbering mess that Daryl had to take care of again.

"That's how it's supposed to be." Daryl tried to reassure me.

"I wish I could just…change."

"You did." Daryl insisted.

"Not enough…Not like you. It's like you were made for the way things are now."

"Nah, I'm just used to this. Things being ugly. Growing up in a place like this." He looked back to the rundown cabin."

"But you got away from it."

Daryl shook his head. "I didn't."

"You did." I insisted.

"Think you gotta keep on remindin' me sometimes."

"No." I grinned at him. "You can't depend on anybody for anythin' right?"

Daryl kept his eyes down.

"I'll be gone someday." I pointed out.

"Stop." He replied quickly.

"I will." I insisted. "You're gonna be the last man standing."

He didn't look too pleased by that either.

"You are." I asserted. Daryl looked up at me with a face full of misery.

"You're gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone Daryl Dixon." I pushed a little further. I know I would miss the hell outta him if he was gone. Or maybe it was just the drink talking.

"You ain't a happy drunk at all."

"Yeah I'm happy, I'm just not blind." I said with a warm smile.

"You gotta stay who you are…Not who you were. Places like this...you have to put it away."

"What if you can't?"

"You have to…or it kills you." I pointed to my heart. "Here." I said with a smile.

His eyes went to my hand on my chest and he started chewing on his lip. His eyes made their way from my chest over my collar and to my face and he gazed into my eyes. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I rubbed the dry tears from my eyes and rubbed my fingers through my hair.

"I look like crap when I cry." I said with a chuckle.

"You're the best looking thing I've seen in— well— at least a week."

He grinned at me and I smiled back.

"You look pretty good yourself." I told him, and watched as colour grew on his chiselled cheeks. His grin grew wider, and if I didn't know any better I would say there was a hint of coyness in that grin.

"You look like a girl I knew back home. Before. When I was younger."

"I do?"

"Yeah, well she was small, blonde - pretty." He cocked his brows on pretty. Perhaps the drink was talking for him too.

"Was she your girlfriend?"

He hesitated for a moment. "I never really had no girlfriend…but she was somethin' like that." He glanced down at his knife and then pushing it into the crack so it stood by itself.

"Do you think you'll find someone again, like that?"

He shrugged. "Hard to say." His eyes met mine and my heart skipped a beat as I felt a surge of desire run through me.

"Right now, I'm kinda limited for choice."

I pushed his knee away playfully with my boot and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Yeah not many girls around…or boys." I chewed on my lip, feeling a little nervous about making a move on him. "We've lost a lot of people" I said carefully.

Daryl was staring at the knife on the porch. I repositioned myself onto my knees and sat back on to my boots. I was now looking right at his lowered eyes.

"We could be the last ones left." I murmured. That was the kind of cynicism that usually came from him, but we could just be the last ones left…we could.

He looked up into my eyes.

"We don't know that." He murmured. Sounding a little more like my positive self.

"We don't know anythin'. We don't know if we're the last. We don't know if one of us will be gone tomorrow. We don't know if both of us will be gone." There I was with the cynicism again. I spent a second focusing on stopping myself from bursting into tears again.

He was still looking in my eyes but the intensity had grown. Did he know where I was heading with this?

"I don't want to die…I don't want to die without experiencing everything I could." I held up the jar in my hand, and took a swig an swallowed, hoping courage would come with it. "This was a start."

I was leaning in closer to him now and I was aware of his eyes drifting over my collar bones and downward where I could imagine a hint of my bra could be seen.

"I don't want to die…never even havin'…sex" I murmured. Did I really just say that? Was I suggesting sex with Daryl Dixon?

He let out an uncomfortable cough and then ran his thumb and forefinger over the course hair growing on his chin.

"You're…" He coughed again like he was choking on his words. "Gimme some of that shine." He leaned forward and took a big gulp of the moonshine. He hovered over me for a moment while he studied the jar. Then he out it to the ground on the other side of me. Then he put his hand behind my head and drew me in for a kiss.

It was rough at first, when he mashed his dry and hard lips in against mine. I opened my mouth a little so I could take his lips in mine and I found his tongue suddenly thrust into my mouth. I responded with my own tongue trying to be as delicate as possible despite his forcefulness. He crawled over me pushing me down by the shoulder, on to the floor below him. My head was down on the rotten and musty smelling wooden planks, and my came up to either side of him. I could feel a growing bulge pushing between my thighs, and my pulse started to rush as wondered if this was really happening, and if I really wanted it to.

His kisses were rough and wet. His tongue tasted like charred snake and moonshine, and his hair smelt of stale sweat. His mouth was moving against mine hungrily mouthing against my tongue and lips. He had one hand moving up the back of my shirt and cupping me on the back just below my shoulder blade. His other hand made its way up my front finding its way to my right breast and giving it a squeeze.

It was a gentle squeeze, and it didn't hurt, but I found an involuntary yelp escaping my mouth. I hadn't been touched in such a way in quite some time, and it was a bit of a shock. The second the yelp left my lips I felt his body freeze against me. My lip was in his mouth, his hands over my breast, and the bulge in his pants was still pushing between my legs.

He let out a long sigh and then moved his mouth away. I felt his warmth pull away and watched as he crawled backwards to sit on the floor once more. He rested his hands on his upturned knees and looked at me.

"Ain't havin' your first time be like this." He said tipping his head towards me.

I pushed myself upwards and supported my weight with my arms.

"Like what?"

"Like this?" He said, motioning towards the ruined cabin. "Here, in this shit-hole?" He grabbed a hold of his shirt and tugged on it. It was stained with sweat, mud and god knows what else. "With this ass-hole." He took a look at himself. "I ain't had a proper wash in days, and you can hardly count a dip in the creek as a proper wash."

"Neither have I." I reminded him.

He shook his head. "I'm old enough to be your daddy."

I laughed. "Hardly. My dad was in his seventies. He could be your daddy." Daryl didn't look convinced. He pushed himself up to standing position and looked down on me like a child.

"You're not doin' it 'ere - With me - by a fuckin' moonshine still." He said, waving his arm around towards the shed. "We're gonna find the others." He said in a gentler voice. "And we're gonna find another safe place, like the prison. And there's gonna be other people there, other people your own age, and you'll find a boy you like and you'll get a nice, halfway clean fuckin' room and you'll do it then."

"Daryl I…" I tried to say I wanted to do it with him, but he cut me off.

"I gotta go." He said while moving towards the porch steps. " I gotta take a piss." He added, then glanced back at me. "You should try to get some rest." He said, motioning towards the cabin door. "We'll leave at dawn."

Before I could say anything else he was down the step and walking out into the surrounding trees. A feeling of worry rose in my chest as I thought of him alone in the dark. Then I remembered, it was Daryl.

I wasn't going to argue the point. The mood had been lost now, and I wasn't sure if I had really wanted it anyway. There was a definite warmth between my legs, but my whole body was warm and tingling. I didn't know if I was making choices or if the drink was making them for me.

I made my way back into the cabin and picked up a colourful loosely woven blanket, that was crumpled up on the floor. I lay down on the dirty floor and rolled the blanket up in a ball and placed it under my head. It was actually the most comfortable and safe I had felt in a while and I could feel the warmth from the moonshine churning through my body. It wasn't long before I was drifting off to sleep.

I woke sometime before dawn. It was still quite dark out, although the sky was turning a lighter shade of grey, as the sun moved towards a new horizon. My head was spinning a little and when I went to sit up I could feel the effect of the moonshine hadn't quite wore off. I was just relieved I hadn't woken up blind.

Daryl was sitting in the old recliner. His head tilted back, a soft snoring sound escaping his lips. I think this had been the first time we had both slept at the same time, since leaving the prison. He looked so peaceful laying there with his jaw slack, and his hands resting on the arms of the recliner. His crossbow was propped up against the front of the recliner in easy reach in case danger were to approach, and his shirt was tucked behind the grip of his knife. I found myself tracing the line of his body with my eyes. His muscular calves and thighs pressing against his jeans. The bands of muscle that stretched around his forearms. His toned upper arms and broad shoulders, they were quite spectacular. I studied his peaceful face, and the fine lines that were smoothed with sleep. I took in the hairs on his chin, his defined cheek bones, and the scars around his face. He was rough looking, but the roughness was becoming on him. I could feel my body stir with warmth. The same way it did last night when I was drinking the moonshine.

I wanted him. I didn't care about finding other guys, I didn't even care about a clean room. I just wanted to be with him. I needed to feel a connection with him, to feel something deeper than friendship. And he had to want me too. His body gave it away last night when he was pressed against me.

What the hell were we waiting for anyway? What I said last night was true. Either one of us could be gone any moment. We may never reach the others. We may never find this safe place we spoke about. But right here, right now in this room we were safe and we were together. It seemed like a perfect time to me.

I quietly got up, losing my balance a little as I stood. I waited a moment for my head to stop spinning and then moved to stand before him. I was not quite sure how I was going to make the suggestion to him again. I didn't want him to reject me again. I examined the dirty chair, stained and with the stuffing starting to come loose. There would be room for my legs by the side of his, if I dared to put them there. I took a deep breath and threw caution to the wind.

I found myself climbing on top of him straddling my legs on either side of his. The chair had tipped back as I made my approach and he awoke startled. His initial reaction was to reach for his crossbow, but then he must have realised someone was on top of him because he went straight for my throat trying to push me away with a look of rage on his face.

"Daryl" I gasped, trying to pry his fingers away. It took a second for him to realise what was going on and loosen his grip.

"What the fuck are you doin' Greene?" He growled.

I tried my best at showing my desire through my gaze, with lowered eye lids and pursed lips.

"I could die today." I said softly and suggestively.

"Beth…" He groaned, but before he could finish I had my mouth pressed against his, prying my tongue inside to push against his. He still tasted of moonshine, although it had a more stale taste to it now. It was a little sour, but it didn't take long before the stale taste gave way to a taste that was sweeter and more exhilarating.

I felt his tension ease as I pulled my body against him, and then he was returning the kiss, rolling his own tongue around in my mouth. I moved my hands off his shoulders and brought them to the buttons on my shirt and began to undo them.

Daryl suddenly drew away. His hands were now on mine, stopping my movement.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asked.

"Yes." I rasped, bringing my mouth back to his.

His hands took over, undoing my tee hastily and then pulling it along with my tank over my head and throwing it to the floor. He moved in to kiss me again, passionately. His hands were on my bare hips now. They were warm and a little clammy, and rough with callouses. They made their way up from my hips to the small of my back to my waist and then to my mid back before finding the clasp on my bra and undoing it in one smooth movement.

He slipped that off my arms and threw it on to the floor with my tee and tank. I felt a chill across my back, and it certainly wasn't because I was cold. Daryl's body was warm against me and the touch of his hands all over my body felt like hot stones against my skin. It was the feeling of exposure. I had never been this naked around any guy I was interested in.

I decided it was only fair that we were wearing the same amount of clothing so I pulled his vest down off his shoulders, and he pulled it behind him to finish the job and that too joined my clothes on the floor. Then I fumbled away at the buttons of his shirt, and he helped me with that too. I admired his chest for a bit, trim and smooth, with light wisps of hair growing in patches all over. I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, and down his arms, pressing myself into the warmth of his body and feeling every toned lump and bump.

"Stand up." He breathed in to my ear.

I obliged and stood before him, between his legs, topless and a little self-conscious. My small breasts were just above his eye level where he was seated on the chair. He smiled at my efforts to cover them up and then pulled my hands away gently while he moved forward and started placing fluttering kisses all over my chest, breasts and abdomen.

He loosened my belt and moved his hands down to the fly of my jeans, popping the button open and pulling the zip down. His hands then moved to my hips and began shimmying my jeans and underwear together down past my thighs. I felt really exposed now. The soft golden brown hair of my pubic area was directly there in front of his face. I helped him to pull my jeans off, pulling one leg down collecting my boot along with it and dropping it to the floor. I took the other leg out the same way leaning on his shoulder for support. And there I was standing completely naked before him.

As he looked me over I heard a low groan escape his lips and I noticed his throat bob as he swallowed. He moved in again towards my breasts, and this time took my nipple in his mouth. I gasped at this new sensation as his tongue twirled around Turning my nipple into a little pink pebble. I gasped again when I felt his hands down below, running through the tuft of hair and then gingerly making their way to the entrance between my legs. I could feel how wet I was already as his fingers moved over the area spreading the slick moisture around. I moaned as he found a special spot at the top, with his thumb, and began to rub it. I gasped again as I felt another finger slip just inside of me, teasing my opening. For a split second I thought of how dirty he had been, but I couldn't focus on it for long as his fingers and thumb worked their magic. I could see now why he took that long gulp when we were playing the 'I never' game. He certainly knew what he was doing. I enjoyed the warm and throbbing sensation that was growing in the area and without intention I found my hands running through his scalp and pulling on his hair firmly.

The orgasm caught me off guard. It felt hot at first and then it almost felt like an explosion down below. I could feel my body shudder as the nerve endings began firing off into the palm of his hand. I knew now why they used fireworks to suggest sex in those old movies daddy liked to watch, because that was exactly what it felt like.

I found that I was gasping for air when I finally came to my senses and looked down on Daryl's smirking face. He loosened his belt and undid he buttons on his jeans. He leaned back in the chair and lifting himself using his shoulders and pulled his jeans off sliding them down over his thighs and over his knees. I tried to stifle a laugh as his erection sprung free of its binds, and flicked back and hit his naval. He pulled his boots off and then kicked the jeans off and to the side. Then his hands were back to my waist and he drew me in closer. I lifted my trembling legs one after the other and found them on either side of his once more, and I was kneeling above him. His face was below my breasts and looking up at me.

"You still doin' okay?" He asked.

I nodded, unsure if I was capable of speech. He drew me in closer and holding my thigh just below my buttocks he lowered me down, using a hand to position himself below me. I could feel the end of him pressed against my moist opening, and I gulped in anticipation.

"We'll go slow okay?"

I nodded again, and then gasped deeply as he pushed his way in to me. It hurt a little, first like he was pressing against something that didn't want to give, and then like I was being stretched too far, but as I slid down I could feel my body adjusting to accommodate him. He pulled me down until our pelvises were locked together and I couldn't take any more of him in me.

"Still okay?"

"Just shut the fuck up!" I burst out eagerly.

He gave me a smirk and then holding on to my backside began to rock my hips back and forth. I joined in with the motion, relishing in the aching sensation of him deep inside me. His mouth was on my collarbone, tracing moist kisses up and down. My hands were entwined in his hair, pulling whenever he made me squirm in delight. The pain was completely gone now, taken over by that warm tingling, clenching sensation I had enjoyed earlier. I found gasps and moans and all types of unusual sounds I had never made before, escaping my lips. They were met by his lower and more controlled groans, as he pulled my fragile body against his.

Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more he spoke up again.

"I'm going to go faster now."

I nodded in agreement. He grasped firmly on my backside and shifted from a slow rocking to a bouncing movement, drawing himself in and out of me. He was slow at first and then faster and faster, until I was moaning again as I felt the deep shudders climb to a peak and take over my body. Almost at the same time he lifted me up and off himself. Then I felt a warmness spurting out over my abdomen. I looked down to see he was holding himself while he spat warm pinkish liquid on to me, there were thin strands of red in it. Blood. I guess the fooling around with Zach had left me more of a virgin than I thought.

I was glad he had thought to stop when he did, as it had never crossed my mind to think about protection. We all knew the dangers of having babies at this time. I tried to push the thoughts from my mind and bought myself back to the present, to a panting Daryl sitting beneath me.

"Hop up." He rasped, pushing me back gently.

I obeyed and got off him and stood back, holding myself between my legs and appreciating the aching sensation that still dwelled there. He got off the chair stumbling a little before finding his feet, and began looking around on the floor. As he turned I took in the sight of his back. Toned like the rest of him, and there were two tattoos. I had seen them before, from a distance, and thought they were dragons, but now on closer inspection I could see they were demons of some sort. I also noticed several long deep scars along his back. I hadn't seen them before, and they didn't look like the typical hunting type scars. I wanted to ask more about them, but perhaps that was another subject not worth bringing up at the present time.

He grabbed the blanket I had used as a pillow and began gently wiping the mess off my abdomen.

"Sorry." He said. "We gotta be careful you know? We don't want…"

"I know." I interrupted. I didn't really want to talk about that right now. When he had finished cleaning me up he threw the blanket to the ground and gently kissed my neck working his way up to my chin and then to my face.

"You best get dressed now, Greene." He murmured into my ear. "I can hear walkers outside." That was a sure way to kill the romance.

He took my face in between his rough and calloused hands and looked me directly in the eye with a devilish smirk curling his lips. "I think they could hear you moanin' ten miles away."

*Important Note* I must do my civil duty and inform you all that the withdrawal (pull out) method of contraception IS NOT fail safe.