Ok so I tried to not add smut but Jameson and Daryl are horn dogs apparently and well its kinda fun to write. So there's some smut but also important background info.
18+ only.
I do not own TWD characters etc.
Daryl had driven Jameson to work again. After leaving to run a couple errands he came back and sat at the end of the bar watching her work. The evening was typical and Jameson was happy to have a night without drama. She kept glancing at Daryl throughout her shift. He was wearing his leather cut over a black button up shirt. Jameson could see the swell of his biceps straining against the fabric when he leaned on his elbows. Fantasies of his strong arms around her, lifting her and fucking her against a wall flashed through her distracted mind. She spilled three different beers on the bar when an especially graphic image caused her stomach to tighten and her breath to hitch. The customer was snippy with her lack of coordination. The clock was moving to slow for her liking and when it was finally closing time she waited by the door to lock it instantly.
Daryl watched her with an amused smirk. When she walked towards Daryl he turned in his stool and leaned his back against the bar. Jameson stood in front of him and stepped up on the bottom rung of the chair. Resting her arms on Daryl's shoulders he wrapped his arms around her lower back and she looked down at him.
"Watcha doin'?" he asked gruffly.
"Kissin' your fuckin mouth. Problem?" Jameson breathed sucking on his bottom lip. Daryl's arms tightened and his licked her top lip. Both moaned at the sensation and taste.
Jameson kissed his neck and once close to his ear she whispered, "Couldn't stop thinking of dirty fuckin' things to do with you."
He growled and brought one arm around, sliding his hand up her shirt and grabbed her breast. "You're a dirty girl huh?" he commented while pushing her shirt up to kiss her chest and suck on her collarbone. Jameson only answered with a whimper, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
Daryl let go of her, "Get down." He groaned. Once down Daryl pulled Jameson to sit on the stool next to him, turning his seat he pulled her back against his chest. Daryl's arms wrapped around her, roaming over her stomach and up to her breasts. Her breathing gasped as he squeezed and pinched her nipples through the cotton. He pulled her shirt up and off of her, returning to stroking her skin. Daryl's hands travelled to her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Jameson was panting her arm thrown up and behind his neck, her back arching. Daryl licked and sucked on her neck then asked, "Wanna cum on my hand darlin'?"
Jameson squirmed, rolling her hips towards his hovering hand. Moaning when he cupped her through her jeans Jameson nodded whisper "Please."
Sliding his hand into her pants under her panties Daryl's fingers were greeted with wet lips. Daryl groaned loudly against Jameson's cheek while he looked over her shoulder and watched his hand move against her. His finger circled around her clit, avoiding it completely, then travelled down barely skimming her folds. Jameson thrust her hips trying to get him to touch her harder.
"Patience," Daryl whispered. "Want ya to beg."
"Fuck Daryl please fuckin' touch me." Jameson growled feeling frustrated from fantasizing all night. Daryl chuckled and said, "Ya really imagined shit all night huh? You're soaked and throbbing already." Jameson nodded desperately, "Please." She begged while he continued to touch her too gently and not close enough. His movements change instantly and he pressed hard against her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
"Fuck." Jameson exclaimed her hips jutting off the stool and her nails digging into the back of his neck. With his free hand he stroked her side and then grabbed her breast. He pulled the cup away and massage her now bare tit, twisting her nipple sharply. Jameson was overcome with his dual movements. Moaning loudly she began rolling her hips against his hand. Daryl slide two fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her clit. Thrusting into her he kept massage and pulling her breast in tune with his pumps. Jameson's breathing quickened and she arched her back even more, turning her head and biting his neck. Daryl looked down and to the side kissing her deeply while he kept pumping into her.
"C'mon girl I feel ya. Cum for me." He demanded huskily, his lips ghosting over her lips. Jameson felt like something in her snapped. Her tight walls gripped his fingers and every muscle in her body tensed. "Fuck. Fuck. Dare." Jameson called out, her toes curled and her nails bite into his neck.
He kept thrusting and massage but slowed letting her ride out her orgasm.
"Good girl," he whisper in a low rough voice, leaving open mouthed kisses along her long pale neck. Her heart was hammering against her ribs and she blinked away the spots in her eyes. Daryl slide his hand out and sucked on his fingers. Jameson watched then grabbed his face kissing him deeply. She could taste him and her laced with whiskey.
"Le's get shit done. If I fuck ya here we'll end up sleepin here." He said while righting her clothing. Jameson was woozy and when she stood to grab her shirt she stumbled on wobbly legs. Daryl grabbed her elbow and said "Problems darlin'" Laughing gruffly.
"Shuddup you turned my legs to jelly." She muttered starting her closing duties.
Jameson and Daryl had finished closing the bar and were locking up the backdoor. Daryl turned Jameson, pressed her against the back door and kissed her deeply. He turned around when they heard a shoe scrape across the pavement.
"Well. well look what we have 'er." Frank said, smoking a cigarette. He inhaled and blew out smoke rings, sauntering towards the parking lot.
"You can't be here Frank." Jameson said flatly, Daryl stood in front of her. She felt him stiffen up and watched his fists clench at his sides.
"Ain't listen ta no pigs. Yer my kin and I'll see ya if I wanna." Jameson's father said, strolling even closer to the couple.
"Stop comin' towards us or you're goin ta the morgue," Daryl growled, leaning forward. Jameson fisted his leather cut, trying to keep him from fighting.
Frank laughed and said, "Jus' got a score ta settle with this lil bitch. Her fuckin' stunt got me over 5 years."
"Ya tried ta kill her. Ya deserved more than that," Daryl snarled, his lip curling up in a sneer.
"Look son, ya don' know shit when it comes ta that bitch, she's crazy. I was jus' teachin' her ta respect her elders. Deserved everythin' she got 'n more." Frank said before sipping the bottle of whiskey from his pocket.
Jameson pulled against Daryl who was stepping off the curb, "Don't Daryl he isn't worth it, please let's go."
Frank gave her a wolfish grin and told Daryl, "Reckon ya should listen ta her. She knows ya couldn't handle me boy. 'Sides I'm doin ya a favor. You're probably next. Lil bitch sent me and her brother away, 'course she'll do the same ta ya. Rotten ta the bone."
Daryl looked at him confused and then glanced at Jameson. Her face paled and her eyes were wide. Daryl gave her a questioning look but she shook her head once.
"She didn't tell ya huh? Ya her brother didn't kill those people. She did. Shoulda been her." Frank snarled, gulped the rest of his liquor then chuckled the bottle at the wall next to Jameson. She jumped at the sound and tried pulling Daryl away but he tore away from her, yanking Frank by the collar.
"You're gonna stay away from her, if I see ya tryin' ta look at her or talk ta her, I will kick your fuckin' teeth in. I will gut you!" Daryl snarled, shaking the older man.
"Fuckin' don' know shit boy. Don' say I didn't warn ya," Frank threatened pulling out of Daryl's grip. He stumbled away towards the road.
Daryl turned back to Jameson to see her biting her bottom lip bloody and wringing her hands.
"Come on le's go," Daryl quietly said, reaching his hand out to her.
They rode to her apartment quickly and climbed the stairs silently. Walking in, Jameson pulled off her jacket, tossing it over a kitchen chair. Without saying a word Jameson went into the bedroom and stripped off her work clothes. She pulled on her flannel pants and a t-shirt then wandered back into the living room. Daryl was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees looking at the ground. Her stomach dropped because he looked like he was deciding if he was going to leave.
'Prob'ly is dumbass. What kinda a guy sticks around for crazy bitches like you?' Her inner cynic asked.
Daryl looked up when she got to the living room. He opened his mouth and then closed it. He finally asked, "Should I go?"
Jameson stared at him for a minute; shocked he thought she'd want him to. "No. I...thought you'd wanna go."
"I don't. I wanna know what he was talkin' bout though." Daryl said.
Jameson nodded and sat down next to him. Taking a deep breath she said, "I've never told anyone this. Frank knows somehow. Didn't know he knew."
Daryl turned to face her and took her hand. Jameson swallowed hard and began explaining what Frank was talking about.
"Four years ago Johnnie and I were partying a little. He got some good job and was celebrating. He used to run drugs up north. I didn't ask what the job was. I didn't wanna know, I was trying to stay straight. He was like Merle always bending the law, skating by the skin of his teeth. Had some records but never anything too serious. That night I had a couple drinks but felt ok to drive. Johnnie was wrecked. I needed to be at work early so I told him we'd go to my place, he'd stay there and then he could leave in the morning. We were driving along and I don't know what happened, I have some memory loss but I woke up next to the car. It was upside down. There was glass and twisted metal all over. I saw another car totaled and on fire a little bit away. Johnnie was bent over me shouting at me. He kept saying 'I was driving. Ok. I was driving.'" Jameson paused and took another deep breath.
"I woke up in the hospital and cops were there. I remembered what he said, I didn't know why he told me to but I usually did what he said. He made all the calls for situation like that, ones that involved the law. I told them he was driving. They started asking me if I knew what was in the trunk. Johnnie had already picked up the shipment. He was an idiot partying instead of getting rid of the shit right away. There were five cases worth of stolen Oxys and a huge brick of weed. I figured out he was trying to protect me from getting charged for the drugs." Jameson told him, twisting her finger in the hem of her shirt.
"Before they left the cops told me the other car had three people in it, that they all died on impact." She stopped and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Her eyes burned with unshed able to make eye contact she looked at her lap.
Daryl's hand tightened slightly. "They charged him with murder or somethin?" He asked
Jameson cleared her throat and replied, "Three counts of vehicular manslaughter plus drug trafficking, possession, intent to distribute and a few others."
"He got life for that?" Daryl asked.
"Three consecutive fifteen year sentences plus like ten more for the drugs. He had possibility of parole after twenty but a year ago he fucked up...another inmate attacked him and Johnnie ended up killing him. They're still trying him for it. It was self-defense but they have proof the two had issues prior and a witness claiming Johnnie threatened the guy. Not to mention he's in prison for killing three people already. It doesn't look good. Now he has nothing to lose and gets in fights and shit. I couldn't visit this month because of it." She explained.
"Ain't your fault," Daryl said firmly.
"Yeah it is. I drove drunk and killed three people. I should be in there not him. He wouldn't have had to kill someone in there. Frank's right about me," Jameson said sounding ashamed.
Daryl sat there quietly for a moment. "Your brother saved you for a reason he protected you from going to jail. Ya made a mistake, people make mistakes."
"Ya well my mistake killed people and took my brothers life away. I am a fuckin' curse." She growled and stood up grabbing her cigarettes. Lighting up she inhaled deeply, almost coughing while it burned her lungs.
"Ain't cursed and you said yourself you weren't that drunk. You don't remember what happened. Coulda been a blown tire or a fuckin' deer runnin' in the road. Might've happened no matter what, sober or not." Daryl said.
Jameson shrugged and said, "Doesn't matter, still the same outcome. He wouldn't have done it if he knew they died. He was just trying to protect me from going away for the drugs."
Daryl shook his head and replied, "He would have done it no matter what. He's your big brother. So no one else knows what he did?" Jameson shook her head. "Some people suspect it but most think he is a murderer, a drunk and a druggie." She told him sadly. "When they say stuff to my face I just want to yell that it wasn't him, I did it, I'm the killer but I can't."
Jameson sat back down and leaned her head against the cushion, looking at the ceiling. When she turned to look at him she saw a concerned face but there wasn't pity or disgust in his eyes. "Are you gonna run for the hills now? Now that you know I'm not a good person." She asked quietly averting her eyes to the floor.
Daryl tilted her head up with his forefinger, "You're a great person. Not leavin 'til ya tell me to get the fuck out."
Daryl was shocked at the story. He really didn't blame her for any of it. People make mistakes. Hell he'd driven drunk before and crashed his truck into a tree. It could've easily been into a car load of people. Daryl gained a huge amount of respect for her brother. Johnnie sacrificed himself to save his sister. It was a honorable and loyal act. Daryl knew that Merle would never do it for him. Despite their constant talk about blood being stronger than everything else. Daryl could never picture Merle volunteering to stay in prison for the rest of his life to save his baby brother from the same fate.
"I wanna meet him." Daryl blurted out but was being completely honesty. He wanted to thank him for saving her.
Jameson looked up at him with a shocked expression. "Really?" she whispered.
Daryl nodded and cupped her cheek saying," 'course. Gotta meet 'im. Get his approval ta see his lil sister."
Smiling up at him Jameson curled into his side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and buried his nose into her hair. Daryl wanted to hold her forever. He could tell that she carried a huge amount of guilt for where her brother was. The whole thing is painful enough but then to add the fact she couldn't talk to anyone about it must've been difficult.
"Le's go to bed." He told her. The plan had been to come back to her place and fuck the hell out of her but Daryl wanted to just hold her. Merle would call him a huge pussy but Daryl knew what she needed. Jameson needed comfort not sex and Daryl was perfectly happy to provide it for her.
They got ready for bed and climbed under the covers. Daryl pulled her into his side and wrapped an arm around her back. Jameson melted into his side, draping her arm and leg over him. "Ya fit perfect." Daryl murmured, kissing the top of her head. He felt her laugh gently and kiss his chest. "You to." She whispered, her warm breath tickling his chest hair.
After a few minutes Daryl felt her breath slow and her limbs to relax. Lying there he watched the headlights occasionally move over her ceiling. His mind wasn't shutting down but it wasn't anxiety. They were imaginings of being with her in the future. Daryl could see sleeping with her draped over him every night forever. He'd kill to feel her heart beat against his ribs, the little puffs of air against his chest and the little twitches her fingertips did on his stomach every night for the rest of his life. It felt like Jameson would be the only person to understand his past and not judge. She wouldn't pity him and she wasn't disgusted by his scars. Jameson was the only person Daryl had voluntarily showed his scars to. It was the first time in his life that he thought about having a future. He had always lived in the day, never planned even a week in advance. The shift in his perspective of life was nerve-racking but it also felt perfectly natural now that it was with Jameson.
Daryl also thought about her father. The man was going to be a problem, Daryl could tell. The fact that he showed up at her work expecting to catch her by herself was worrisome. Daryl decide he would call Rick if she didn't and get someone to watch Frank closely. He also told himself to remember to ask if she was telling Johnnie about their dad. 'Maybe he knows people that can influence Frank to move along.' Daryl thought feeling no guilt about how they would make him move. The way Daryl saw it Frank deserved whatever came to him and more. The man was a bastard and deserved to end up in a hole in the woods. Daryl would never do it unless he hurt her again but if Frank did end up dead Daryl wouldn't feel any sympathy.
Another short one, sorry. I got distracted by a one shot (Ride with Me) but wanted to get something posted for Cupcakes. Thank you so much for reading! And thank you even more for all the wonderful reviews and PMs. :)