Daryl is very OOC in this fic. but I really wanted to see a sex obsessed Daryl :-) It's Reedus's fault for making him so sexy. I don't think he's going to end up being bisexual, it doesn't feel right. I don't know if anyone is reading this, but if you are please review, even if it's bad. I really want to get better at this.

Chapter 3

She woke up still naked, a worn blanket covering her legs only. She was facing Daryl, Merle was nowhere in sight. Quickly she pulled the blanket up to hide her nakedness, Daryl smirked at her.

"You keep hangin' round and I'm gonna do more than see you naked." He told her in a soft voice. His eyes were hard, but not cruel.

"Merle said it would only be him." She gripped the blanket to her harder.

"Merle ain't the only one feedin' ya, takin' care of ya. We don't run into anyone else soon and you and me are gonna get a lot friendlier." He stood up and walked out.

Emily felt her stomach drop, her situation was hopeless. She could leave, she didn't think that they would stop her, but she'd be dead in no time. She hoped her sister was faring better than she was, Eleanor didn't have any more survival skills than she did, but maybe she ran into a family or someone else that was willing to help her. Emily refused to believe her sister was dead, she was alive when they got separated and Emily would hold out hope that they would be reunited. She just had to stay alive and there would always be hope.

She began getting dressed, cleaning the evidence of last night off her body. Merle was a little rough with her, but he was skilled, when she didn't think about what she was doing she had enjoyed herself. If it came to it, she would do the same with Daryl. A tear escaped her eye and she brushed it away angrily, crying wouldn't change anything.

Merle and Daryl were roasting squirrels over the fire, when she stepped out of the tent. Merle could see she was embarrassed, she wouldn't look at them. He saw that he had left bruises on her neck, he'd need to be more careful, he wasn't trying to hurt her.

"You gonna eat?"

"I'm ok." She said softly. She moved to sit on a log farther away from them.

"You better eat while there's food. We're good hunters, but food ain't guaranteed." Daryl told her as Merle handed her a bowl.

She took it with a soft "Thank you".

The men were working around the campsite, checking snares, cleaning weapons, and making plans for where to move next.

Emily sat literally like a bump on a log. She didn't know what to do exactly and the guys were ignoring her. After about 45min. she got up to go to the restroom. She was just ducking underneath the make-shift alarms they had strung up when she heard Merle call out to her.

"Where do you think your goin'?"

"I need to go pee." She avoided looking at the brothers, embarrassed.

"You need to tell us, better if we know who's comin' and goin'. Don't want ta get shot by accident do ya?"

"Ok, sorry."

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The weeks went by very much the same, she was absolutely useless except at night, when Merle needed her. Daryl had taken to watching them, first she heard him outside the tent, but after a week or so he would walk inside and sit down to enjoy the show. Merle never stopped him, and Emily never said anything either, they probably wouldn't listen to her anyway. She could tell his time would be coming very soon.

It was never the same as the first time, she never enjoyed it anymore, and she could see it was frustrating Merle. She just couldn't fake it, and knowing she was selling herself for food and protection was a turn off.

Merle was kissing her when he pulled back roughly, "It's like kissing a dead fish." He stepped back from her.

"I'm sorry." She was trying, but all she could think about was how he hadn't said a word to her all day, he barely even looked at her.

"Daryl's been waitin' long enough. We ain't met anyone else. I think it's time you start payin' him back."

"I don't want to." Her voice just above a whisper.

"It's pretty damn clear you don' really want to, but you don't do shit 'round here. Daryl kept that walker from bitin' ya and that rabbit in ya belly, I caught. You don't want to pay up then you can leave. We ain't gotta be doin' all this."

"Maybe you could teach me how to help."

"You want to learn?"

She nodded looking at him hopefully. There was that look, she was giving him again. He decided it was a little endearing.

"We'll teach you, but that don't change what you gotta do for me 'n Daryl. 'Specially if we gotta take that extra time with you on top of everythin'."

"OK." She smiled. She was still in the same boat but now she could learn something valuable. It would be helpful when she found her sister, and they went off on their own. It would also be nice to have them acknowledge her and talk to her during the day. It would make her feel less cheap.

Merle acknowledged her smile with a quick nodded. That seemed to spark a bit of life in her, screwing her lately had been like fucking a doll. The only reason he ever got off was because she was still tight and warm. He hoped this would make it better, the first time they got together was one of the best lays he'd had in a while, he wanted that responsive little woman back.

"I'm gonna go get Daryl, I ain't inta watchin' like my brother. I'll be back when y'all are done."

Emily stood there nervously, Daryl was more aloof but at the same time much more sexual than Merle. He didn't think twice to jerk off in front of her or watch her as she dressed, let alone when Merle was fucking her.

Daryl came in a minute after Merle left. He smirked at her, running his eyes up and down her body. Without a word he grabbed her by the back of the head and brought her in for a deep hard kiss. While Merle had skill, Daryl had passion. He went at her with glee. Daryl hadn't gotten laid in almost two months, something he'd never allowed to happen before.

Just like she'd never had a man as skilled as Merle before, she never had a man who so enjoyed sex the way Daryl did. He looked at her like she was a piece of cake. He took his time removing her clothes, licking his lips as he took in every inch of her. He would stop to kiss or caress every new exposed body part. Emily found herself wrapped up in his obvious pleasure. Just like Merle, he was making their first time easier on her.

He was exploring her body, kissing and caressing each breast, before coming back up to kiss her and press his body up against hers. The entire thing happening without one word passing between them. Daryl laid her on his sleeping bag before removing his own clothes, his eyes never leaving her body as he did so.

Emily couldn't help but look at him, Merle never really let her look at him. He was always on top of her when he undressed, but Daryl was more than happy to let her look. She could see why, he was a beautiful man. His body was muscular and lean, his cock was also large, she thought that Merle might be a bit thicker. His only flaw was that he was covered in scars. He must have noticed something in her eyes when she saw them because he said.

"Our father used ta beat us. Merle's the same, but we found ways to have fun, to forget. My favorite has always been fuckin', since the first time I did it at 12 years old with the neighbor girl. Yeah, fuckin' has always been my favorite. Merle was partial ta drugs, but he's got an appetite nearly as big as mine. You do us good and this don't have ta be a chore, we can make you feel good Emily."

He crawled on top of her, kissed her slowly and passionately, if she didn't know better she could believe he loved her. She closed her eyes and pretended, it would be easier if she could pretend that it meant something. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid in slowly, groaning in satisfaction.

"Yeah, baby."

Sex with Daryl was the polar opposite of Merle. He took his time pumping into her slowly and deeply. He stopped after a few minutes and began kissing his way down her body, he held her legs open as he dipped his head between her legs and inhaled deeply.

"I love how pussy smells." He muttered more to himself that her before he licked up her slit, lazily twirling his tongue around her clit. He kept up the slow torture for what seemed like hours before adding his fingers. He found a spot inside her almost immediately and worked it till she came, biting her wrist to keep from crying out as her juices spilled into his mouth.

"mmmmmmmm" he licked her clean, then made a point to kiss her with her wetness all over his mouth, rubbing his cheek against hers.

"If I could bath in pussy juice I would." His tongue flicked quickly across her lips as he pushed into her again.

Emily couldn't help moaning, Daryl's lust was infectious. He felt good inside her and she let her inhibitions go. He was right if she was going to do this, she might as well enjoy it. He brought her to another orgasm before speeding up to find his own release. He kissed her again, letting himself go soft inside her before pulling away from her mouth.

"It wasn't so bad was it?" he asked with a side smile that let her know, he already knew the answer.

"No, I guess not."

"You need to do better with Merle." He told her as he got up to get dressed. "He likes a girl who can enjoy herself. I saw you the first time, you liked it with him. Being a fuck doll won't make this any easier. You can enjoy it, so why don't you." He shrugged.

"It's not easy, selling yourself." She began getting dressed.

"We all sell ourselves girl. We sellin' our skills for a piece of your pussy. What's the difference? Don't you think we prefer our women more willin'. Way I see it you got a damn good deal…..if ya let yourself have some fun." With that he left the tent.

Emily was cleaning her face with the bucket of water they kept in the tent when Merle walked in. She was put off by the look of anger on his face.

"Do you want me to get undressed?" she felt even shyer than usual now that the arrangement with the brothers had changed.

"No, ain't one guy a night enough for you?"

"I just, I don't know how you want me to do this. Are you angry with me?"

Merle looked at her, he wasn't angry, he was annoyed. She'd been fine with him the first time, then she'd gone cold. She'd been just fine with Daryl though, he could hear her moans from outside.

"I ain't angry. You have a good time?" his tone was sharp, he could hear it himself. He turned away from her to get his sleeping bag ready for the night. This shouldn't bother him this much.

"I…um….Daryl put things into a different perspective for me." She'd thought about what the younger man had said. Things were different now, Daryl's logic would have been ridiculous before, but now when people were just trying to survive, his reasoning made sense. The government bombed the city while her and Eleanor were still in it. They didn't care that they were killing innocent civilians. Emily thought that maybe the old morals had changed, you had to use whatever you had to stay alive, right now she had her body.

"That a fact."

"Yes, I've made things harder than they had to be, sorry."

Merle shook his head, this chick was actually apologizing for not liking being whored out. He couldn't get a read on her, he wasn't sure she really knew how she felt about anything. He had to find out what Daryl told her.

"Clean yourself up, your sleepin' in my bag tonight. It's gettin' cold, could use the warmth."

This surprised her, after the first time they had made an extra bed for her on one side of the tent. She never slept with Merle, he always gave her a hint that she should move to her bed when they were done. It was getting cold, and it would be nice not to be banished to her corner of the tent. She just found it strange that Merle would choose the day they didn't have sex to invite her into his sleeping bag for the night.

By the time she was done cleaning up, Merle was already in bed, lying face up with his hands behind his head. She slipped in beside him, trying not to touch him, unsure of how much contact he actually wanted. Merle brought one arm out from under his head and pulled her to him. She hesitantly laid her head on his chest, she could hear his strong steady heartbeat and it lulled her to sleep quickly.