Chapter 28

Daryl was plowing through the woods as fast as his feet would carry him. Unfortunately, he had a tough time doing so. It had rained during the night and the ground was muddy and slippery. He had lost his footing twice while crawling up a small hill, and therefore, he was wet and dirty already. He knew no matter how tired he would be upon his return, Bay would personally drag him into the bathroom and force him to clean himself. No way would she allow him into her bed with mud-caked arms and hair. The thought made the corners of his mouth turn up just a little bit. If she ain't too tired, maybe she'll get in the bathtub with me again. Without clothes this time. Or maybe jus' in her underwear. No bra maybe? She hates those things. He had already noticed in the past couple of days, that Bay hadn't worn one around the farm. It had always been funny to him how she had used to be so shy about sex and everything, but she had never really had a big problem with nudity or with her nipples poking through her top while she had been outside and some guys had stared.

'Oh please, like those guys are looking at me.' She had always laughed it off when Daryl had pointed out that some people were looking. She had never believed that guys did indeed pay attention to her, especially to bouncing breasts and perky nipples. She had been gloriously oblivious to that fact, often to Daryl's dismay. She believed too much in the good of people, not realizing that not everybody had innocence about them like she had. It hadn't changed and he was sure that the guys in camp had already gotten an eyeful in the past week. That's why he didn't like when people got all touchy-feely with her. He knew how disgusting guys could be, he was one himself and he remembered very well what he had thought about when he had seen her go bra-less before they had started dating. Hell, he was thinking those kind of things right now. The image of her naked and straddling his lap while he caught her nipples between his teeth and pulled at them until they snapped free again, having her let out squeaky moans, kept replaying over and over inside his head. He knew it would be tough to get some time alone, though. Especially now that the house was full to the brim with people. Maggie seemed to take insane pleasure in interrupting them, but at least nobody had interrupted their kissing last night. Thank God for small luxuries. They would need a couple of hours to themselves soon though. They had a lot of catching up to do. She had already seen him naked and had seen how he had changed, now he couldn't wait to explore the changes her body might have gone through. He was curious if she was still into the same things and if sex would be different now that they were older.

Finally he had reached the houses again and he shook off all thoughts of Bay and her naked body. It was time to focus and be on top of his game. Searching the houses could be a dangerous job and he had no backup whatsoever. He searched the two houses from the previous day again. There was always a chance that she might have gone there after Maggie and him had left, but the houses were still empty except for the walkers they had taken out. Daryl searched five houses right along the edge of the woods. If Sophia was around, he didn't think that she would leave this area, but that she would go for one of the first houses she could find instead. Surprisingly, the houses weren't as swarmed as he thought they would be. People around here seemed to have evacuated for the most part. It was good for him and maybe good for Sophia.

He entered the sixth house with his crossbow raised, carefully checking the rooms on the lower level. While he checked out the dining room his finely tuned ears picked up a creak coming from the kitchen. He quickly turned around and walked there on silent feet. A weird smell hit him when he entered the kitchen. Kinda fishy. He sniffed the air and looked around. He inched closer to the trash can as soon as he had spotted it, the smell of fish getting stronger the closer he got. There on top of other empty cans was a half eaten can of tuna, and from the smell of it, it seemed freshly opened. He squinted his eyes and looked around the kitchen, looking for something that stood out. He'd heard a noise from in here, so either a walker was in here or another person. His bet was on another living human being, because as far as he knew, walkers didn't know how to open cans.

"Sophia?" he called out, but not loud enough to alert walkers that might be lurking upstairs. "Sophia?"

"H-here..." Daryl got the shock of his life when he heard the quiet timid voice coming from somewhere near the floor. For a moment he thought he imagined it. Had he really found her?

"Sophia? Where ya at?" He looked around and opened the door to the pantry, when he heard the creak from earlier behind him. He saw the door of the cupboard under the sink open to reveal a pale and weak, but alive Sophia.

"Mr. Dixon?" she sounded weak too, but also relieved when she spotted the crossbow-wielding hunter. Daryl went over there and crouched down.

"Whatchu hidin' in here for girl? This is small even for you." It probably wasn't the right thing to say to a girl who'd been on her own for a week, but he'd never been the most socially competent.

"My Mom told me to always hide under the sink. She said Daddy would never look for me there, because that's where the cleaning supplies are." Sophia told him, and only then Daryl noticed that her breathing was pretty shallow.

"Smart girl. You hurtin'?"

"I hurt my leg, jumping down a tree. I lost my doll." Tears started to roll down her face. She was so relieved to see a familiar face, even if he had never been nice to her before, and she hoped he would take her to her Mom fast.

"Come on out, lemme see." He helped her and carefully pulled her out and set her on the floor butt first before he slowly pulled out her legs. Sophia's left leg was swollen and bruised and she was hissing and wincing as soon as he touched it. He feared it might be broken. "Alright. Imma splint this so it don't move around too much while I carry ya. Stay put." he told her and looked around for supplies he would be able to use. He laid one of the chairs around the dining table on the floor and stomped on the two front chair legs until they fell off. Next he snatched the dirty old tablecloth and tore it into several strips with which he would keep the wooden chair legs in place. "Ain't gonna lie, girl. This is gonna hurt a bit. You gotta help me out, too. You gotta hold this and this while I tie the cloth around it." he put the chair legs on either side of her injured limb and made her hold them in place. Daryl then wrapped the strips of table cloth around the makeshift contraption and pulled them tight, making the girl cry out in pain. "Almost done. You're doin' good." he tried to console her, although he was sure he was crappy at it. He tied four strips around her leg, making sure that everything was tight and wouldn't budge, then he helped her up and slipped his arm and head through the strap of his crossbow, so the weapon would rest against his chest instead of his back this time. He would have to carry Sophia back piggy-back-style the whole way. It would be a bitch, but it sure would be worth it when mother and daughter would reunite in a couple of hours.

He realized just how much of a bitch it would be after he had taken just a couple of steps with Sophia on his back. His own wounds were still a bit tender and Sophia pressing against it from the back and the splint banging against it in the front, were no fun at all. He hoped that Bay would have some of those painkillers left for him once they would be back at the farm. A couple of kisses wouldn't hurt either.

If all of them would be brutally honest, then all of them would admit that they didn't have high hopes for Sophia's survival. Especially not after it has been a whole week since she had gone missing. Before Daryl had brought back Sophia's doll and had promised her that he would find her daughter soon, even Carol had doubted deep down that Sophia would still be alive. So that day, shortly after lunch, as Dale looked out into the field towards the woods through his binoculars, he thought he might be dreaming. For a long moment he was sure that he was imagining Daryl Dixon walking towards the farm with the little girl on his back. Dale blinked a couple of times, but lo and behold, it was true. A huge smile broke out on the old man's face and he climbed down the ladder of the RV as quickly as possible and jogged towards the house.

"He found her! Daryl has Sophia! Carol! Your daughter's here!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as soon as he had opened the front door, thus alerting everybody in the house.

"What?" Carol reflexively pressed her hand against her heart as she rushed towards the door with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, you heard me. Go, go, go!" Dale ushered her out the door with a smile.

"Are you for real? He found her? They're coming? She's alive?" Glenn, Maggie, Bay, T-Dog, Lori, Carl... they were all talking at once and stumbling over each other on their way to follow Carol. Nobody knew why, but they all ran out into the field towards the pair. Everybody wanted to see this particular miracle with their own eyes and witness mother and daughter reunite.

When Daryl saw Carol running towards them with everybody else following her, he stopped walking and dropped to his knees. It looked like he wanted to help Sophia get off his back easier, but the truth was, that he was fucking exhausted and he was in pain. Sophia started sobbing when she saw her mother, and tried to run towards her, but was quickly reminded of her injured leg. She yelped and it made Daryl look over and try to steady her just before Carol dropped to her knees in front of her daughter and hugged her hard.

"Sophia... my little girl... oh Sophia." Carol was barely able to talk, she was sobbing so hard and Sophia wasn't doing much better.

"Watch her leg." Daryl panted, but Carol didn't pay any attention to him in that moment. The others stopped running and watched Carol and Sophia hug and cry, with big smiles on their faces and tears of their own stinging their eyes. Bay kept jogging towards Daryl until she got on her knees in front of him, and cradled his face in her hands. She knew him better than anyone and she could see that he wasn't doing well. She was proud of him, though. Very, very proud and she couldn't help it when she pressed her lips against his for a hard and long kiss. In that moment Daryl was too tired to protest and he knew the attention wasn't on them anyway, so he let her and enjoyed it for as long as it lasted. Well, he thought the attention wasn't on them, but the sight of Bay kissing Daryl was just as astounding to the group as the reunion between mother and believed-to-be-dead daughter. Good thing Daryl didn't notice that though, or he would have blushed furiously. Then again, the mud might have kept the redness hidden.

"Let's get you inside." Bay whispered against his lips.

"We gotta carry her in. I think her leg's broke." Daryl pointed towards Sophia.

"I got her." Rick's voice sounded right next to them, making both their heads snap up in surprise. "Come on, Sophia. Let's get you checked out. We have a doctor here. He can help your leg get better." Carol helped lift Sophia safely into Rick's arms while Bay let Daryl use her for support to get himself up. As soon as he was upright, Carol was on him and hugging him hard. Daryl raised his hands defensively and staggered back a step or two, not comfortable with receiving hugs from someone that was not Bay. It was selfish and asshole-ish of her, but Bay enjoyed that reaction very much. She would confess her selfish thoughts to the Lord on Sunday and pray for forgiveness, because she was being a bit of a bitch, but shit... it just felt good to know that only she was allowed to touch him in a more intimate way.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I can never thank you enough." Carol cried against his shoulder, while Daryl was squirming and ready to have her let go.

"It's alright. It's what we do. Ain't asshole enough to leave a lil' girl behind." Daryl mumbled uncomfortably with his hands resting strictly by his side, not hugging the grateful woman back.

"You did so much for her... Thank you. Thank you." she kept repeating over and over while she looked up at him now. Bay finally cleared her throat and stepped in to put Daryl out of his misery.

"Come on, guys. Let's get inside. Your daughter needs you and Daryl needs to eat and rest a while." Bay unceremoniously took Daryl's hand and gently pulled him behind her towards the house, making Carol let go of him and follow them.

"You ain't gonna make me take a shower now, are ya?" Daryl groaned quietly as they moved up the stairs to her room.

"No. I'll put an old blanket over the sheets for now so you can rest and shower later." she said and as soon as they were in her room she went to the closet and got an old blanket out of the bottom of the closet. It had a couple of holes in them which she had wanted to mend, but had never gotten around to it. She spread it out and covered the bed with it before Daryl sat down on the edge. Bay knelt in front of him and pushed up his pant legs in order to untie his boots. Warmth filled Daryl when he watched her help him. It was obvious in her actions that she still had feelings for him. It had him ready to maybe start praying and thanking the Lord himself. He was truly amazed by the fact that she still loved him. Bay had enough forgiveness inside of her for a whole fucking town. She was his own little miracle. Big miracle, actually, just packed into a tiny body with the cutest love handles you would ever see. The thought made him grin internally, but his expression didn't give that happiness away at all. He looked really tired and was too exhausted to even smile right now. Bay took off his boots and put them on the floor by the foot of the bed. Then she looked up at him and softly kissed him once more. "I'm so proud of you." she smiled against his lips. "Did you rip your stitches?"

"BAY! I need you!" Hershel's voice boomed up the stairs before Daryl was able to reply.

"Damn." Bay sighed. "Gotta go help out. You just rest, okay? I'll have Maggie bring you up something to eat. The chicken from lunch is still warm I think."

"Alright. Don't think my stitches ripped. Just got banged up a little." Daryl groaned as he laid down on the bed. "Hey, got some more of those painkillers by any chance?" He asked when she was halfway out the door.

"In my nightstand." Bay replied before she left and closed the door behind her.

Daryl reached over and pulled open the drawer with some difficulty. It felt like it was slightly stuck, but with a sharp tug, he was able to slide it out all the way. He stuck his hand in and blindly rummaged through the contents, which he knew, weren't too many, since he'd taken a peek in there before. That's why he frowned in surprise, when his fingers were met with several objects, that felt like small boxes. He grabbed one of them and pulled them out and held it up to his eyes. Trojan Magnum. His eyes widened and his head snapped up from the pillow, so he could take a look inside that drawer. He almost laughed incredulously when he saw a lot of boxes of condoms stuffed into the drawer. So many, that it barely closed anymore. Those definitely hadn't been there before. That why ya wanted to go to the pharmacy so bad, baby girl? Shit... Looks like you got all kinds of plans... Fuck, sweetheart. Ain't gonna leave this room for a while once we get to it. This time the grin showed on the outside as well, and he shook his head with a little chuckle. He really had succeeded in corrupting his good little girl back in the day. He'd helped her in getting a bit of a beautifully dirty mind, and it looks like it had stuck. Hope you're ready, Bay. Got a lot of catching up to do. You ain't gonna know what hit ya. Daryl stuffed the condom boxes back into the drawer and took out the pain pills before slamming the nightstand shut again. He swallowed the pills dry, because he didn't have any water yet, and laid back down. He was beat and fell asleep quickly, not even noticing when Beth came in with a tray. The girl quietly left it on the nightstand and closed the curtains to darken the room a bit, before she tip-toed back out. Beth hadn't talked to Daryl yet, but she already liked him, because he was making Bay happy. She had never seen her smile so much in one day, despite everything that was going on, and she really really liked it.

Hershel deducted that Sophia's leg wasn't broken, but badly sprained. It was painful, but with a lot of rest and good care it would heal quickly and she would be walking around again soon. Now she was resting comfortably in the guest room, where Carl had healed up in the past week. He was doing much better and had graciously given up the comfy bed, so that Sophia could now have her turn and sleep in the soft bed after days of sleeping curled up in that tiny cupboard with the pipes of the sink sharing her space. After they had taken care of Sophia, Bay had ventured into the kitchen to make a sandwich for the girl. She hadn't eaten much in the past week and they would start slow and get her digestion used to more and better food again, so a sandwich with a bit of strawberry jam it was for now. Once finished, Bay handed the plate over to Hershel, who took it into the guest room along with a glass of water and some pain medication for the young girl. Bay watched him leave before her gaze shifted back to the window in front of her. In the distance she spied Lori and Rick. She wasn't able to see too much, but it didn't look like they were having a very nice chat. It looked a lot like arguing, judging by the way arms where being thrown up in the air in exasperation. Bay guessed that Lori was talking to Rick about the pregnancy and about whatever she had decided to do about it. She really hoped that the two of them would be able to work it out. She might not have known them long, but they seemed like a good and strong family. It would be a pity to see it fall apart. Babies are usually joyful news, but in times like these? Yeah, there was a lot of factors to take into account which would influence the decisions that had to be made about keeping the child or not. Bay was glad that it wasn't her in Lori's shoes. She suddenly remembered what the doctors had told her after she had woken up from her coma. After her miscarriage they had done a small surgical procedure on her. They had called it a curettage. Basically they had scraped out her uterus with a sharp instrument, removing "leftovers" from the pregnancy. What if Lori would force a miscarriage. Or what if she decided to have the baby and would miscarry anyway? Would she need that procedure? If so, was Hershel supposed to do it? This was not a procedure that was practiced in animals. For them they used a chemical irritation technique with an infusion of an iodine preparation. Would that work on humans? Would they really want to find out?

"Gosh, this is a nightmare!" Bay shook her head with a deep sigh as all the horrible possibilities flooded her mind.

"What is?"

"Oh God, Carl!" Bay jumped when the boy had spoken up right next to her. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard him come in.

"Sorry." he giggled. He thought startling adults was tons of fun. "Have you seen my parents?"

"Oh, um... I think they are outside. I'm sure they'll be back inside soon. Wanna play something until then? Go Fish? We can ask Beth to join us." Bay suggested and led the boy away from the window before he would be able to see his parents arguing out by the field.

"Yeah. Can we play with Sophia, too?"

"I think she needs to sleep a little first, Carl. She's very tired."

"Is Daryl your superhero now?"

Bay laughed at that. Kids asked the best questions. "He is. Always has been,... always will be." With a few exceptions, of course. She thought with a smile. Nobody was perfect, not her and not even Daryl, although she had always liked to think that he was.

The game of Go Fish Beth, Bay and Carl started playing also attracted Glenn and Andrea. Laughter soon floated through the house from the merry group of five, making a small smile appear on the face of everybody who was able to hear it. Now that Sophia has been found, they could fully take care of stocking up on supplies and securing the area as best as possible, as well as helping the Greene family with the daily workload. They all hoped for a breather and good times ahead. As good as it could get in these circumstances. Soon Dale joined them with a cup of coffee and just watched and enjoyed seeing the young people have fun. It hadn't been that long since the quarry camp and since laughter had been shared around the campfire, but it seemed like it had been years. They all had aged years within the past month it seemed. Life on the road, facing all those new dangers everyday probably did that to people. Now they were able to relax a little, and that felt good.

"Alright people, I'm out. I'm gonna check on Daryl." Bay smiled after she had been surprised to find out that they had played for two hours.

"Everything okay?" Andrea asked with a frown. She hadn't noticed that the redneck had been in pain earlier.

"Yeah. He just wasn't completely healed and carrying Sophia all the way back aggravated his injuries a little. He's resilient, though. I bet he'll be up and running like nothing happened once he wakes up." Bay explained with a smile and then left the room while the others started a new round of the card game.

She climbed the stairs and went to her room, quietly opening the door and peeking inside. She smiled when Daryl looked up at her sleepily, and entered the room.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" she didn't know why she was whispering, but she was.

"Nah, woke up a couple minutes ago." Daryl said and rubbed his eyes.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah. Just need a moment to wake up. That's why I don't take fucking naps. Always have a hard time waking up from those."

"You needed one today."

"Ain't arguin' about that. Jus' the waking up part that sucks." he rasped while he still kept the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee, baby?" Bay asked affectionately as she traced her fingertips over his scruffy jawline.

That made Daryl remove his hands from his eyes to look up with her with a surprised frown. "Baby? You ever call me that before?"

"Does it matter?" Bay laughed with a shrug. He could be too cute for this world, even as a grown ass man.

"Guess not. Nah, no coffee." Daryl declined her offer for a reason. You hate coffee breath and I ain't about ta have ya turn away when I wanna kiss ya.

"Okay. It's late afternoon anyway. Wouldn't want you to be unable to sleep tonight. How about a shower instead. You definitely have to clean up. What did you do? Take a mud bath?" she made a face when she pulled a piece of dried mud out of his hair.

"Rained last night. Ground was wet. Slipped a couple of times on that damn hill."

"Oh, right. That makes sense. I'm sorry you had a hard time."

"Found the girl. That's all that matters. How's the little squirt doin?"

"She's fine. Hershel thinks the leg is sprained and not broken. She's in the guest bedroom with Carol, resting and hydrating and eating. She'll be as good as new soon." Bay explained with a proud smile for him. He hadn't given up hope and he hadn't let his injuries stop him from keeping up the search. That was truly the Daryl she had fallen in love with.

"Good."

"Yes, very good. I'm so very proud of you. You did an amazing thing." she smiled and leaned down to give him several playful kisses, making loud kissy-smacking sounds. "Wanna take that shower now?"

"If I wanna do it depends on whether yer gon' join me again or not." he smirked lazily against her lips.

"I'll join you. You're so dirty, you definitely need help scrubbing all that mud off. We're gonna tape the stitches off this time, makes things easier."

"Prolly right..." Daryl nodded and snagged one last kiss before he sat up. He really did feel better, the painkillers and the sleep were working wonders and a hot, relaxing shower with his girl would take care of the rest.

"You haven't eaten?" Bay asked when she finally noticed the tray on the nightstand.

"Nah, was already asleep. Those painkillers helped knock me right out." he said while he got up and stood in front of the nightstand, picking up the pill bottle before opening the drawer in order to put the pill bottle away. Bay didn't think much of it, until she remembered what else was in that nightstand. Daryl smirked when he heard her gasp a little. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Nothing." Bay replied a little too quickly and nervously. He had discovered her huge stash of condoms. Even though she was planning on using them with him, it was still embarrassing to her.

"Still organized I see." he said casually, making her blush even more. When she thought her head might explode from being so red already, he made it even worse by picking up one of the boxes and studying it intently with a little 'hmmm'.

"Oh good God." Bay hid her face in her hands. This was mortifying and he was having a ball.

"Should've taken the whole shelf these have been on. Could'a made a display in the corner over there. Yer damn drawer's about to burst, girl." he said coolly, mercilessly teasing her. "Don't open right no more. Extra large... most of them are... ain't never used those before."

"We should have. Maybe that's why I got pregnant in the first place. Because the regular ones are not able to contain your plus-sized genitalia." Bay mumbled from behind her hands.

The comment should have made him laugh, but Bay mentioning the pregnancy only reminded him of what they had lost. He sobered up, but he still tucked the box he was holding into the back pocket of his pants, just in case. He grabbed both her hands and pulled them away from her face, making her see that he was no longer smiling or in the teasing mood. "Come on." he mumbled and slowly pulled off her bed and out of the room.

In the bathroom Bay immediately grabbed some things from the medicine cabinet so she would be able to tape off his wounds and protect them from getting wet. Daryl took off his sleeveless shirt and his wife-beater and let her go to work after she had cut up a latex glove to fit over the sutures. "Hold this, please." she said and made him hold the latex in place while she secured it with waterproof medical tape. She realized then that they could have done it like that the first time around, but who was she kidding? She had wanted to get in that shower with him.

With both wounds protected by latex and tape, she went over to the tub and turned on the faucet, leaving Daryl to take off the rest of his clothes. "Put them by the door over there. You can't put those on until we washed them." She laughed and shook her head. His pants were downright stiff from the dried mud on them. He did as he was told and left his clothes in a heap by the door, then he walked over to her and embraced her from behind in all his naked glory.

"Now you're dirty, too. Gotta put your clothes by the door, too?" his low voice filled her ear. She felt his breath on her neck and it made her break out into goosebumps despite the hot temperature in the room. She laughed quietly and removed his arms from around her.

"We'll see about that. First you get under that water and rinse off the stuff that's sticking to you." she smiled and turned around and gently pushed him towards the tub. He grumbled under his breath, but he still climbed in and stood underneath the hot spray. Bay leaned back against the sink and just watched him for a moment. She unconsciously bit her lip while she watched the water run over his tanned body, washing away the dark stains, revealing his gorgeous, smooth skin. She watched the play of his muscles in his arms and back while he rubbed his hands over his chest and shoulders. Those shoulders... Those arms... Dear God everything about him has developed in the best way... She really liked the changes his body had gone through. He'd already been a man all those years ago, but his body had still been the one of a teenager, but now his body had caught up and he was all man, through and through. It made grown up Bay tingle in all the right places. She usually didn't find chest hair all that attractive on men, but on Daryl she loved it. Just more proof that she loved that man unconditionally. She hoped it wouldn't be her downfall one day.

"Gonna join me now, or what?" Daryl tore her out of her thoughts and she blushed when he had caught her staring at his nude form.

"Yeah." she straightened and bend over to remove her boots. Her socks and pants followed, leaving her only in a pair of black bikini style panties and an equally black tank top. But not for long. While she slowly walked over to the tub she lifted the hem of the top before pulling it off altogether, revealing naked breasts to Daryl's widening eyes.

"Shit, baby girl..." he knew he had missed the sight of her wonderful tits, but he only realized in this moment how much he had really missed it, and it wasn't just sexual. It felt like his body was getting it's other half back, the half that's been missing for a decade. They had used to share a lot of intimacy, often just pressing their naked bodies together and enjoying being close without having sex or making each other cum in other ways. His mouth watered when he took in her almost completely naked body. It had definitely changed, too. She still had that soft appearance about her, but now she also had a strength about her. That baby fat was gone all the way now. She was slimmer and more toned in some places, fuller and softer in others. Her breasts seemed a bit fuller and they had dropped just a little bit, because of gravity and her penchant for going bra-less, but if anything, it just pronounced the wonderfully round curves. Her nipples were as perky as ever, and they had hardened under his scorching gaze. Her arms were toned and her belly was flatter, probably thanks to the hard work on the farm over the years, but her hips and her ass were rounder and she still had that extra around the waistline. No more 'boy hips' for her, as she had called it. Also her legs were shapelier than before and no longer stork-legs (again, her words, not his). Just like he was a real man now, she had matured into a real woman. He loved it. Fucking gorgeous. And fucking mine. Ain't never gonna fuck this up again.

Daryl steadied her as she climbed into the tub, and then he wasted no time. Before she was able to even blink, his lips were on hers and he was making her knees buckle with a searing hot kiss. His tongue tickled hers in the best way and all she was able to do was hold on to his strong biceps as he wrapped his arms around her and put his hands on her round ass, squeezing and pulling her flush against him. He pushed her up against the wall, just like the last time, pushing her head back against the tiles with the force of his kiss. He was plundering her mouth, entangling his tongue with hers, licking at her and rubbing it against the roof of her mouth until he had her squirming and moaning. She only tore her lips away from his when she felt him crouch a little, with his hands going to the back of her thighs.

"Don't lift me! You did enough of that today." she warned before he was able to hoist her up.

"Don't care."

"I care. You gotta take it easy for a day or two. Give yourself a chance to heal right. We have time now. I'm not running away. And you're not running away either... right?"

"Damn right." he nodded and pulled back from her a little, in order to take a breath and calm down a bit.

"Let's get you nice and clean." She smiled and pulled him away from the water a little, before she grabbed a bottle of shower gel, which the group had brought with them. She squirted some into the palm of her hand, then she brought that hand up to his chest, spreading the soap before she brought her second hand into play. She let her hands glide over his neck and shoulders, then down his arms, gently rubbing and massaging the strong limbs. She even cleaned his hands and fingers before she worked her way back up and rubbed her hands over his chest. Daryl was in heaven. He was a little impatient as well, because he wanted to get his hands on her, too, but for now he enjoyed having her caress him and he enjoyed the view immensely. He studied her face and her body while she was doing her thing, which was why he jumped and cursed in pleasurable shock, when she suddenly let her slippery, soapy thumbs rub over his hard nipples in little circles.

"Shiiiit..." he hissed as his fingers dug into her sides reflexively. His cock went from half hard to fully hard in an instant and was now nudging her belly. Bay's insides were quaking with need, but she didn't let it show. She let her hands wander lower, carefully washing his sides and belly, before she knelt down in front of him. Daryl's breath hitched when she was suddenly face to face with his manhood, but Bay resisted the temptation to kiss and lick him, she didn't even look at it, instead she dutifully began to wash his legs and feet, making sure that he was getting clean completely this time.

"Turn around." She ordered, and when he did she proceeded to wash his back as well, letting her hands rub over his cute ass, when she finished up. "You can rinse off now." she said evenly, her voice not betraying how shaky she felt on the inside. He was so goddamn sexy, she wanted to scream. While Daryl stood back under the water with his eyes closed, she quickly squirted some more shower gel into her hand, and rubbed her hands together, working up a bit of a lather.

Daryl felt like he was on fire. His whole body was throbbing and he couldn't believe that she was so unaffected, and that she was all business about this shower. Except for the part where she had rubbed his nipples, teasing him in the worst way. Maybe that was just payback for me teasin' her 'bout the rubbers. She had straight up ignored his cock, and she had never been able to ignore that before. That was definitely new, and he wasn't sure if he liked it, although teasing was a nice kind of torture. When he had rinsed all the soap off his body, he stalked towards her and he almost yelled in frustration when she spoke up again.

"Oh. I missed a spot." She said with a straight face. She enjoyed having Daryl a little rattled, and rattled he was. He was already panting and frustration was clearly evident in his expression when he backed her up against the wall once more.

"Nah. Trust me, ya didn't." he rasped while he leaned down to kiss her.

"You sure about that?" she asked, and just a second later Daryl's knees buckled slightly when she wrapped her warm, slippery hands around his throbbing length.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned as his hands slapped against the tiles on either side of her head. His eyes fell shut immediately and he leaned his forehead against hers when she started to work her magic on him. She worked both her hands up and down his erection in unison, twisting one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, giving him nice friction that had him try to dig his toes into the porcelain of the bathtub. When she reached the sensitive tip and massaged it in the same fashion, helpless moans started to fall from his lips, and he pumped his hips into her hands. It had been too damn long. He had gone without release for a while now, and he had gone a lifetime without getting release from her skilled fingers. Only Bay was able to do this to him. She was the only one to ever pull these sounds out of him, she was the only one he was able to fully let go with. She was the only one he trusted enough to lose control with and let her be in control of his pleasure. And she was doing one hell of a job. He was about to lose his mind. He felt like he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than moan like a bitch in heat. He felt like yelling, screaming and howling, releasing all these pesky emotions that he had bottled up for almost half a lifetime now. He knew that he really shouldn't do that inside this house, though. He didn't need anybody interrupting them now, and he was sure once the farmer learned of what was going on in here, he would put a stop to it.

Daryl threaded both his hands through her silky hair and let his hands ball up into fists. He pulled, tilting her head back and stared into her beautiful eyes, trying to anchor himself in order to not spin completely out of control and alert everybody in the house to their little adventure. Bay enjoyed herself immensely. She loved seeing him like this. His pupils were blown and his breathing was harsh and ragged, his moans full of lust and passion. She knew her panties were soaked by now, and not from the water coming out of the shower head. She had missed playing with him like this. He felt just like he had back then, and it was like riding a bike. She still knew what to do to drive him crazy in a very short amount of time, and that's exactly what she needed to do. With 16 people living in this house now, they couldn't stay in here too long.

She continued to work her hands steadily, but she let her hands grip him harder, and she let her motions get faster. She got an immediate response when he let out a shuddering breath and tugged on her hair harder. "Holy shit, baby girl. Still so fucking good." he breathed as he tried to keep himself from cumming just a moment longer.

"Yeah, you always liked this, didn't you?" she breathed with a little smile. "Especially when I did this while sucking on it at the same time..."

Daryl groaned when memories of all those times she had done just that hit him. It was enough to drive him even closer to his orgasm. His eyes screwed shut when the pleasure started to build up to an almost unbearable level, and his breathing became even more labored. "Faster,... faster..." he begged her, and his lips pulled back in a snarl when she listened and gave him what he wanted. "Oh... oh... fuck... cumming!" he moaned, sounding almost like he was in pain. His whole body was trembling and then with one big surge and a loud moan of her name, he exploded. He went up on his toes, slamming her into the wall with his body as he pulled forcefully on her hair without being able to control it as he came hard, holding onto her for dear life during his draining release. It was intense and powerful. It was like a huge wave that was crashing down on both of them, even Bay was shaking from the whole intensity of it. She wasn't surprised at all when his legs gave out and he sunk to his knees while she was still gently milking the rest of his release from him with slow strokes of her hands.

Daryl supported himself with one hand on the rim of the tub, the other holding on to Bay's thigh as he gasped for air. Bay cleaned her hands under the still running water, then she crouched down and cradled his face in her hands. "You okay?" her voice was no longer steady.

"Fuck yeah." he scoffed out between pants. "Get your ass into that room of yours right now, Bay. And you better be completely naked when I get there." The look he was giving her left no room for discussion. She had successfully unleashed the animal in him again. "My turn." he growled, and she almost came right then and there.

Thank you for reading!

So, are you excited about Baryl's return to Smut-Ville? I know some of you are, lol.

Thank you once again for all your kickass and lovely reviews. As you can see this is where things will start to get even more different than the show. I hope you guys like and will like it in the future. I hated the whole Randall story-line, so I left it out, even though Daryl "interrogating" him was fucking hot. But I think we better replace those scenes with some smut, right?;-)

Much much love to all of you and once again, so many thanks to everybody who speaks up and takes the time to leave reviews, ideas, support, etc. etc. These days you guys really keep me going. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I can't say it enough.