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"Alright Jameson all I need is a witness statement, gimme a run down of the events that evenin'. Time ya closed down, when he showed up and so on." Rick explained while sitting down with his notepad. Jameson was propped up in the hospital bed as she waited to be discharged. The witness account was all that was needed for Rick to get the case closed. Jameson glanced at Daryl who stood against the wall, his arms crossed and mouth frowning. She could tell that he was dreading the recounting of her attack and she couldn't blame him at all. Jameson wasn't exactly thrilled at remembering that evening.

"I closed the bar up at 1 am. I had finished cleaning and closing the tills by 1:30. Dale needed an inventory of all the liquor and beer. I did the counts and was coming out of the hallway... " She paused as she remembered turning the light on and seeing her father's sneering face. She could remember the smell of his cologne and acrid whiskey on his breath. The fear she felt the moment she saw him trickled down her spine like ice water. Shivering she took a breath and continued to recount the evening.

Daryl paced when she got to the actual attack and the description of what her father had said while strangling her. Jameson wiped her eyes as she explained how she stabbed him with her hidden blade. Daryl came over as she sniffled and held her hand, grounding her. She couldn't help but give him a sad smile at the gesture. Jameson knew he wasn't used too physical touch, let alone comforting someone in front of witnesses. Rick explained that he would turn the statements and evidence over to the prosecutor who would sign off on it being self-defense. He assured them both that there wouldn't be any legal repercussions from the night.

Once they finished signing the statements Rick headed out and a nurse came in with her discharge paperwork. An hour later Daryl was carrying her bag of get well presents and prescriptions while nervously hovering at Jameson's side. She rolled her eyes and drawled, "Daryl my legs work fine."

"Just might get dizzy 'n ya can't afford another head injury." He teased while cocking an amused eyebrow. Jameson wrinkled her nose in fake irritation and huffed, "Shuddup Dixon. Be nice to the sick person."

"Oh now your sick huh?" He joked while putting down all the bags and gifts from friends. It seemed like the longer Jameson was there the more stuff showed up. She sat down feeling winded from moving longer and further than she had in the last two weeks.

"Ya a'right?" Daryl asked worriedly, moving to kneel in front of her. Jameson cupped his rough cheek, her thumb brush along his jaw and murmured, "I'm fine. Just tired now."

Daryl turned his face to her palm, pressing his lips to her smooth palm. She could feel the curve of his lips against her hand. Leaning forward, Jameson rested her lips on his forehead, her lungs pulling in Daryl's familiar scent. Jameson placed kisses on his forehead and each eyelid before finally teasing his lips. He hummed as Jameson licked a path across his lip causing his mouth to part instantly. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, tasting her and stroking her. Her hands dug into his hair and curled around the long locks, her fingernails scraping across his scalp.

"Fuck darlin'" he rasped breathlessly after pulling away for air. "Glad you're home."

Jameson smirked and teased, "So you're moving in huh?"

Daryl cut his eyes away and chewed his lip before finally looking back at her. She smiled and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want you to. I like you here."

Grinning shyly toward the floor for a moment Daryl's deep blue eyes eventually raised to meet hers. "Love ya James."

"Love you Dare." She whispered before adding, "I think I need a nap. Take one with me?"

"Fuck yes. m'exhausted." He grunted climbing off the floor with a groan and pulling her along with him.

Daryl held Jameson in the darkened bedroom. He smiled at the thought of it being 'their' bedroom now. Laying his lips against her smooth forehead, Daryl breathed in a lungful of Jameson's sweet scent. He was so incredibly tired but his mind was replaying her description of the attack and he kept thinking about how scary it must have been. How frightening to not know if she was going to die. He worried about her having nightmares of it or problems dealing with the knowledge she had killed someone. And not just someone but her dad. The no good son of a bitch deserved it but that didn't mean Jameson wouldn't have emotional issues with it. Daryl hoped that he would be able to help her through it all.

Curling his arm around her small frame he tucked his face into her hair and closed his eyes. The weight of the last couple weeks had felt like an engine block on his chest but now with her home, in his arms, Daryl felt weightless yet grounded. Jameson anchored him. She was all he needed, all he wanted.

He had been sleeping for quite awhile when Jameson became restless, her hand gripping his ribs tightly. Daryl cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead before rasping, "Ya a'right Jameson."

She whimpered and squeezed him closer as if he was trying to leave. Daryl stroked her back and let his thumb brush across her temple, his touch soothing her nightmare. Soon she was relaxed into his side again and breathing deep and easy. He smiled against the crown of her head at the feeling of taking care of Jameson even in her dreams. It was a pleasant thought to be able to comfort her with just his touch and words. Daryl had never had someone to take care of besides his brother and Merle mainly needed to be kept from harming himself and others. With Merle it felt like not only a chore but a damn albatross around Daryl's neck. He would happily take care of Jameson to his dying day and not regret or hate a moment of it.

Jameson woke feeling warm, comfortable and safe. It had been almost two weeks of sleeping in a hospital and being home wrapped up in Daryl felt like heaven. Titling her head up she could see his usually concerned face smoothed out and peaceful. Jameson found it amusing that Daryl's exterior barely matched his interior. He was all hard lines and jagged edges outside but inside he was full of warmth and affection. Daryl wasn't the most physically affectionate guy, especially outside the walls of her… no their apartment but when he was she felt overwhelmingly loved.

"Starin's creepy." Daryl rasped, his voice graveled from sleep. Jameson smiled slowly and kissed his scruffy chin. She felt his arms flex around her, a shiver running through his frame vibrated against her. The two nuzzled into each other enjoying the nearness they'd missed the last few weeks. Jameson sighed dramatically and whispered, "I hate my bladder."

Daryl chuckled gruffly and drawled, "Go on. Gotta go too."

Jameson forced herself up and headed into the bathroom. Once done she hollered that the bathroom was free and went in search of food. She dug around in her cabinets and found zero options of anything edible.

"I want Chinese." Jameson shouted turning around to see Daryl giving her amused expression two feet away. Biting her lip while blushing she muttered, "Sorry. Didn't hear you. Does that sound good? We have no food but canned tuna and canned peas."

Daryl nodded pulling her into his chest his face burrowing into her messy hair. He was like a giant cat rubbing against her, practically purring. "S'fine. Got a menu?" He mumbled into her scalp. Jameson laughed at his sleepy voice and nodded into his warm chest, "Yeah. Top drawer."

They looked over the flimsy paper menu, ordering a few quarts and got dressed to pick it up across town. After a short fifteen minute round trip Jameson and Daryl spread out their food on the coffee table and settled in for a movie.

"Gotta call Johnnie tomorrow now that my voice is back." She mentioned while pushing her plate away. Daryl nodded while chewing a mouthful of fried rice and mumbled, "He'll like tha'"

Smirking at him Jameson stretched out next to him.

"Forgot to tell ya, Ty bought out Dale." Daryl drawled looking over at Jameson with his lips curled, "Dale and his wife are gonna travel. Wanted to sell. Ty wanted to thank ya for hookin' 'em up."

Jameson hummed thoughtfully, "Didn't know he wanted to sell. Guess it was meant to be."

She chewed her lip pensively and thought about the going back to work at Dale's. It would be Tyreese's barbecue place but it would still be the place she almost died. It gave her a chill to think of being in the building again. Daryl seemed to notice her anxiety and asked, "Whats up? Your eyebrows are all scrunchy."

Jameson laughed quietly finding it amusing of him to read her mood by scrunchy eyebrows and shrugged, "Just thinkin' about going back to work. I don't know if I can."

"To the bar?" he asked with a frown. Jameson dropped her chin to her chest and muttered, "Back... to that building."

Daryl scowled and cupped her cheek, "Ya don't gotta. Everybody will understand. M'sure Lori will let ya work more hours to make up for it. If that's what ya wanna do. Plus we can spit the bills 'ere."

Nodding she leaned into his palm and mumbled, "I know I just... don't wanna be weak. Its stupid to be scared of a building."

"Ya ain't scared of the building', ya just don' wanna relive that night. That ain't weak." He assured her, his expression serious but soft, "I don' want ya to go back there neither."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Don't like ya workin' late and I don't want ya in a place that makes ya uncomfortable. Plus I like when ya smell like cupcakes better." Daryl explained ending with a grin. Jameson laughed and crawled over to straddle his lap. Her hands slid up his muscular arms, wrapping around his neck. Daryl leaned forward claiming her mouth, his tongue stroking the seam of her lips before plunging inside. They kissed deeply, aggressively until Daryl rolled them over, pinning Jameson to the floor. She felt him hard against her core as they rolled and ground against each other.

"Fuck darlin' been too long. Can I be inside ya?" he rasped his voice strained and wanting, his mouth dragging across the column of her neck. She moaned and began tearing at his clothing, her hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. Rising up Daryl's shirt slid off and he yanked her tank top, chucking to the side carelessly. Once his skin was flush against hers Jameson moaned, writhing underneath him as his hands worked her over. She felt them slid along her ribs before reaching her breasts, his large warm palms circling them gently. The pressure gradually tightening as he kneaded them sensually, his rough thumbs brushing back and forth across her stiff nipples. The dual feeling of him fondling her chest while his mouth sucked on the sensitive skin behind her ear had Jameson moaning so loud Daryl whispered, "Shh darlin' gonna get the cops called on us."

"I can't help it. Fuck Daryl…. More. Please. Fuck me, fuck me." She begged her hands moving to his belt and worn denim. Daryl groaned as her hand brushed the tip of his hard cock straining beneath the rough fabric. "Damn woman. Gonna cum in my pants with ya beggin' like that." He panted before pulling her pants and underwear down swiftly.

Soon he was positioned between her legs on his knees, his hands smoothing up the inside of her thighs to the soaking wet lips between her legs. Jameson gasped as he traced the edges of her pussy, the large pads of his fingers pulling at the soft skin. Warmth flood her body, the flush on her chest crawled its way up her neck, pinking her cheeks.

"Good God," she panted as his fingers slipped between her folds, the moisture slicking his path upwards. Slowly he rubbed her clit between his fingertips, the pressure a friction causing deep shudders to run through her thin frame. Jameson deep green eyes were burning into his blown pupils, the intense blue irises almost nonexistent. She watched his tongue dart out as he watched the path of his finger, the slippery pink flesh vibrant against his tanned skin.

"Fuck," Daryl moaned as her body arched off the ground. Jameson rolled her hips as his fingers rubbed hard tight circles around her clit. She couldn't catch her breath; short pants filled the room with the sound of frantic gasps. Daryl slid down and buried his face between her legs, becoming too overwhelmed with the desire to taste her wet lips. Jameson moaned as he sucked her clit into his hot mouth, the rough texture of his tongue brushing quickly across the swollen flesh. The tension that had ratcheted up through her body broke, the buzzing pleasure shot through her, curling her toes and brilliant light flashed behind her eyelids.

"Jesusfuck." She shouted as her hips ground into his mouth frantically. "Daryl. Dare. God."

She felt him smile against her feverish skin as he slowly licked her lips and entrance. Daryl climbed up, his incredibly hard cock nestling in the slick folds between her soft thighs.

"Goddamn James. So fuckin sexy when you cum." He drawled his accent thick and rough, "Gonna fuck ya hard now sweetheart."

She felt him slide his cock downwards, the swollen tip pushing into her tight walls. "Oh Jesus, so warm." He moaned into he curve of her neck, his body bowing over hers as he buried himself deep inside her. Jameson gripped his arms and shoulders as his hips snapped hard into her. They moved in ebbs and flows, the rolling of hips and arching of spines. Hot skin slid along with sticky sweat. Daryl was biting along her pale shoulder, his tongue soothing the little red indentions, kissing the soft skin.

"God missed ya… missed ya so much darlin'." He panted, his firm hands gripping her hip and shoulder as his thrusts became wild and desperate, "I gotta cum. Jameson I can't…"

"Fuck. Deep. Cum deep." She gasped, "Let me feel you."

Daryl moaned at her desperate words and let his body free. The orgasm ripped through his body, almost violent shudders racked through him quickly. Jameson gasped as the throbbing of his hard cock triggered another spike of heat. Her body snapping into his hips. Heat rushed outward, her limbs grabbing and clawing Daryl while she shivered and trembled.

"God," she gasped, "Love you. so much."

Daryl leaned up his mouth gently kissing her jaw and cheek until he reached her swollen lips. He teased her while stroking her flushed cheek with his thumb. "Love you sweetheart," he rasped his voice full of adoration and warmth, his forehead resting against hers, "Mine forever darlin'. You're mine forever."

After another week of resting at home it was soon time for Jameson to head back to work. The money her friends had pooled for her allowed Jameson to pay off the few bills she had as well as give her money for groceries. Daryl had gone back to work after her second day at home. He hated leaving her but knew he couldn't be off work forever. Jim allowed him to work as much as he could a day to make up for his lost time.

Daryl spoke to Tyreese about Jameson not coming back to Dale's and the man completely understood her apprehension. The bar had been closed for a week while he had upgraded the kitchen and trained the staff to work as a restaurant rather than a bar. He also had a new sign installed and the place officially became Ty's Downhome Bar and Grill.

Daryl was incredibly happy she wasn't going to return. When she spoke about being unsure of going back he was adamantly for it. He couldn't help but fear being in the place himself. The idea of her almost dying in the back room irked him and he couldn't help but dread stepping foot into the place. Now that didn't mean he wouldn't eat Ty's barbecue because that would just be ridiculous.

Daryl climbed off his bike and was walking back into the apartment building when his cellphone rang. Looking down at the number he saw a caller id that he didn't recognize.

"Yeah?" he grunted as he walked up the narrow staircase.

"Hey there baby brother!" Merle bellowed into the earpiece.

Daryl grimaced at the sudden noise, "Shit Merle, fuckin' pop my eardrum. What ya want?"

Merle laughed gruffly and drawled, "Just checkin' on Sugartits and lettin' ya know Imma be out tomorrha."

"Why the early release?" he asked with a frown.

Merle huffed out a breath and bitched, "Fuck Darylina can't ya jus' be happy for ol' Merle?"

Daryl rolled his eyes and grunted, "Yeah, yeah. So what? Ya need a ride?"

Pulling open the front door he saw Jameson standing in the kitchen cooking, her hips swaying to the music in her earbuds. He watched her a moment without her knowing and smirked. Jameson was wearing her flannel pants and tank top. Her head bobbed making the loose bun on her head bounce around. Daryl completely forgot he was speaking to Merle until his boisterous shouts had him pulling the phone away from his ear.

"Ya there dipshit?! I need a ride torromah so get yer scrawny ass up 'ere at noon." Merle shouted while a guard in the background scolded him.

Dayl groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Fuck Merle, I got a job. I can't jus' walk away to pick up my shithead con of a brother."

"Fuck you Darylina. Don' be a pussy, hell just send Sugartits then." Merle suggested. Daryl's eyes narrowed and a scowl deepened his frown lines, "Stop fuckin' calling her that and she isn't allowed to drive right now on her meds."

"Bullshit. I drive on meds all the time!" Merle chuckled and sighed, "Come on Daryl. I jus' wanna get outta here. Go get a damn burger from Carol and sleep with both eyes closed. Help ya ol' brother out."

Daryl snorted as Merle begged, "Fine. I'll be there."

"Good. Now give Sugartits a big ol squeeze for ol Merle." He leered, his wolfish grin clearly evident in his tone. Merle loved winding his brother up more than anything else in the world. Daryl knew it and couldn't help but be effected.

"Fuck off Merle," he barked loudly before hanging up the phone to the sound of Merle's chortles. Daryl looked up to see Jameson smiling at him, her hip cocked to the side as she wound up the earbuds and iPod.

"Merle's getting out huh?" she assumed correctly.

"Yeah," Daryl replied walking towards her, "Don't know why he's out so earlier, got distracted when he tol' me."

"Distracted by what?" she asked with a shy smile and slight blush. Daryl could tell she was embarrassed at being caught bouncing around the kitchen.

"Your sexy ass dancin' 'round the kitchen. Don't let me stop ya by the way." He rasped pulling her into his chest, her curves sinking into his hard angles. Jameson laughed lightly and tilted her head, kissing him gently. He couldn't get over her soft lips and the curve they had while looking at him. He never had someone look at him like Jameson did. If he were a betting man Daryl would guess he reflected the same sense of awe back at her.

"Missed you." she whispered with a tiny smile, her deep jade eyes shining.

"Me too darlin'. Ya ready to go back to work tomorrow?" he asked his hand brushing hair off her forehead, the auburn splashing across her pale skin. Jameson nodded hesitantly and spoke, "Yeah. I'm nervous but it'll be ok."

"Why ya nervous?" he asked hoping she wasn't still scared. Her father may be gone but the traumatic events of that night were still sticking with her. Jameson had been dreaming and sleeping in a restless state since the hospital.

She shifted uncomfortably and explained, "I just don't wanna talk all day about it. I'm afraid everyone's gonna ask me shit."

Daryl chewed his lip a moment and then advised with a shrug, "Tell 'em to stick up their asses. Ain't no ones damn business."

Jameson chuckled and drawled, "I don't think the little old church ladies will take kindly to me tellin' 'em to stick up their asses."

Daryl laughed gruffly his eyes brightening and rasped, "I'd pay to see ya do it."

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