Curative

Part II of the long ass chapter I wrote.

!WARNING! There is smut in this chapter. If that's not your thing, just be warned it's towards the end.
be gentle this is the first smut scene in all curative :3

"I didn't realize you... well, cared this much." Her mouth wavered into this bittersweet smile. There was something nice to know someone cared about her so deeply that, when hearing about her pain, he hurt too.

Daryl pulled back enough to see her face. He didn't like his tear stained face being seen, but he couldn't ignore what she said. "Ya' think I don't care?" He thought it ridiculous, everything he had done so far only proved his affection for her.

Shaking her head, she was quick to correct herself. Laura sniffled, using a hand so wipe her cheek of her own tears. "No, no. I know you do I just..." She groaned and gave him this attempt at a smile. "I never really thought of myself as someone to, I guess, care about. I suppose I don't really think much of myself." She awkwardly rubbed her face dry, her voice weak.

He understood that, the very same self-deprecating thoughts echoed in his own head. "I wasn't there for ya'. Ya' needed me to protect ya' an' I wasn't there."

"I left, Daryl. There was nothing you could do."

"Why?" Daryl jumped on that the second she said it, feeling reinvigorated. "Why the hell did ya' leave an' not say anythin'?" The hurt he felt on the road after the farm was still so strong. When Rick told them what happened, that she left voluntarily, it left him with this endless pit of worry and worthlessness.

Laura's eyes searched to explain herself. He already knew the literal reason, he wasn't asking her about that and she knew it. "I knew you would tell me to stay, that we'd somehow fix it together." She closed her eyes, forcing down the lump in her throat. Her eyes met his own, his stern gaze weighing heavily on her. "And I would've stayed."

"Ya' make it sound like it would've been bad." He tensed his jaw again, trying to straighten himself out. "Ya' didn't even say goodbye."

That moment was a decision that Laura carried with her now. A guilt she could not escape. "If I stayed with you back then, I'd be dead now... Or you would be." She winced as the words came from her mouth. His reaction was obvious, something he didn't even try to hide.

Though he was taken aback by her admission further enforcing her unnatural nature, Daryl had to reel himself back in before he went off like before. "'Cause of Shane." He spat. Just the name made Daryl angry, quickly erasing the sting of tears from his eyes.

"'Cause of me." Laura lifted a hand to the side of his face. "Shane played a part, sure. No matter what he did, I'm the way I am because that night I went to my father for help and he made that cure. That's all." As badly as Shane treated her, she couldn't hold much against him. After all, she knew in the end he was right. She had become a threat and she left the group because of that.

"You ain't different from us." Daryl emphasized every word, trying to drill the sentiment in. He thought of Laura as Laura, nothing else. She was a person to be respected, not a monster like she said. "Nothin' changin' that."

As much as she appreciated how he thought of her, she knew better. "I'm thankful you think so." She dropped her hand from his face and rested her palm against his chest. "But you're wrong."

Laura felt Daryl's hands on her grow tighter again. He didn't want to admit she changed, that there was something legitimately wrong with her. She wasn't like them anymore and truthfully, she never was. At least, not as they ever knew her.

"I'm not like anyone here anymore. I'm kept alive by the virus that keeps all those walkers outside moving." Laura explained, though she knows he knew this already. Once she started she saw Daryl shake his head, trying to cling to something that never was. "I know it's hard to hear. It's hard to live it." Her eyes stung with tears that threatened to spill over.

Daryl heard her voice shake, causing him to hold onto her a bit tighter. He hated seeing her cry and he hated knowing he couldn't do anything to stop it.

But he couldn't deny it anymore, how Laura changed and what she is now. "Every time you say that I'm not different, that I'm just like everyone else... It hurts. It hurts because I know that's wrong and..." Laura felt her tears starting to trail down her face. Her throat was caught and she tried to take a deep breath to make it through. "And that I can't be that person for you. I can't be who I was before I was bit. You never even met me back then."

He pulled her into him, letting her press herself against his chest. He didn't really think of Laura before the infection, he never saw the difference. Though he rationalized now it was because he never knew what Laura was like before the world ended.

He also never considered how that made her feel. To never truly be seen, that the person she knew herself to be was a stranger to them all. Now, after everything, she wasn't that person after everything she went through.

"I feel like I died and no one came to my funeral." Laura laughed through her strangled cries. She moved away from Daryl, pulling her sleeves up to dry her face. "Fuck, I just... I died. I actually died. Not some euphemism to exaggerate how terrible I felt back then, but literal death. My heart stopped, my organs shut down."

Unsure how to express herself, Laura sighed in frustration with a few ill timed hiccups from crying. She leaned her back on the wall, tilting her head back until she touched the wall and stared up at the bunk above them. The confusing internal struggle she fought trying to convey all the ways she felt unheard.

Instead of pushing that issue, Daryl leaned back with her. "Tell me 'bout ya'."

She scoffed, "What?"

He wasn't sure himself, but he thought it was a kind thing to do. "About yourself, 'fore everything went to shit. I gotta' know ya' to say somethin' at ya' funeral."

Laura chuckled and took a shaky deep breath. "I was very accomplished. I had to have all these skills to get into a good university to make my dad proud. So I learned how to sing, play the piano, violin, a bit of the cello, and tried to learn flute but I sucked at it. Took up with a few social clubs to build a reputation. I excelled in all my studies and came out with nothing but A's across the board."

"Shit." Daryl was almost intimidated by all of that. "Sounds like a buncha' bullshit just to go to school to be a doctor."

Agreeing, Laura felt herself calming down. "Yeah, it was bullshit. But they liked having students with these impressive applications. Since a lot of people could do stuff like that and they applied, I needed to be ready. I had to get in, I don't know what I'd do if I got a rejection letter." She shrugged, but she knew how devastated she would've been. "Never got rejected though. I made it through, studied day and night."

She remembered how gut wrenching it felt to place her applications and wait for the response. How she checked her mail religiously begging for the waiting to finally be over. Anticipation ate away at her, making every day a constant stress as she tried to take her mind off it.

"What 'bout ya' friends an' school buddies?" Daryl figured they were all dead so it was difficult to mention them. Though he only meant to mention them before the virus spread, hoping she would stick to that and not consider them being dead.

Laura frowned, "I didn't really have any friends. I mean, there were people who tried to hang out with me and some others who dragged me out places, but I wouldn't say I was friends with anyone." She rolled her head to the side to look at Daryl. "Honestly, I spent my life alone. I was the rich girl with expensive things that a lot of people wanted to be around. Some people asked to hang with me, acted like they shared my interests, and some asked me out. But I usually avoided everyone... I guess no one would've come to my funeral."

Daryl nodded, having at least some of that in common. He was only ever around his brother, his father, his uncle, but he wasn't sure if anyone of them cared if he lived or died. A lot had happened between them, a lot of bad blood that damaged the brothers.

"I woulda'." Daryl tried to offer some sympathy. He understood feeling alone and left behind, something he was constantly struggling with. Hearing it from her only made him realize more of their similarities, even though they came from two different walks of life.

"Yeah?" Laura smiled and Daryl nodded. "I hope so. I really don't think you would've given me the time of day if we met back then."

Raising a brow, Daryl pressed for more. "Whatcha' mean?"

"Hmm, what would a redneck from the mountains want with a rich city girl spending her daddy's money?" Laura tapped her finger to her lips, pretending to think about the question. "A girl like ten years younger than him to boot."

"Ten years?" Daryl recalled vaguely Laura having mentioned she was twenty-five. He doesn't know why he never thought about it before, but he was thinking about it now. "Shit." He muttered, now stuck on the age gap between them.

"Daryl, aren't you like thirty-five or... older?" Laura lightly nudged him with her elbow. She didn't want to seem like she cared about their age difference, because she didn't though she did find it amusing that he never thought about it.

He sighed, "Jesus, I'm thirty-seven now." Daryl began to seriously wonder if Laura did care. There was an eleven year age gap between them.

Laura shifted until she was shoulder to shoulder with him. "I'm twenty-six now. But I was twenty-five when I was bit. If you met me before the virus, like when I was twenty-four I would've been shacking up with a thirty-five year old redneck. My dad would've lost his mind." She giggled, finding the idea entirely amusing.

Sensing she was comfortable with it, Daryl shared a lopsided grin. It felt better to have taken a step back from what they had been talking about. Talking about Woodbury and what the Governor did to her was... harder than he had initially expected.

Being able to see her smile and laugh with him about something so small relaxed him. This reprieve from the topic gave them both something to hold onto while they worked though it together.

Daryl lifted his arm, allowing Laura to lean onto him, and brought his arm across her shoulders. In the privacy of this cell far away from the others, no risk of someone seeing them, he felt comfortable. He had always felt comfortable with her much to his surprise.

"S'alright, I ain't lookin' to impress him." Daryl felt her head rest back against his shoulder. "He should be plannin' on impressin' me, 'cause when we kick the Governor's ass I'm goin' straight for him." He had a goal in his mind to pay her father back for all the pain he inflicted on her. It was something of a personal fantasy to imagine beating that man to the ground.

Of course, he didn't expect anyone would let him... He still liked to think about her father getting hit with karma for all the things he has done.

Laura turned somber, her hand coming up to Daryl's chest. She didn't know how to feel about her father. Everything he suffered from this point on, he would cause himself. Her father had done terrible things and it would eventually catch up with him.

It didn't change how difficult it was to imagine him dead or in pain too. He memories of her childhood were muddled now, all twisted around by the infection in her brain damaging them. At any point she could remember a cruel childhood with him and the next she saw an ideal one.

She didn't voice this confusion, finding it too hard to explain the problem. Instead, she just snuggled further into Daryl.

"I wanna' know somethin'." Daryl started on this trail of thought he knew he wouldn't like. "Tell me what he did to ya' in that precinct. We saw some... but I wanna' know from ya'. What'd he do?" His line of questioning brought both of their moods down again. But they were here to talk and finally get this out in the open.

As badly as she didn't want to go into detail, she knew she had agreed to do it. She didn't want to back out truthfully, she wanted to tell him. If she said no and wanted to not tell him, he would let her go.

"I think that's pretty obvious, but alright." Laura pushed herself back upright, meeting Daryl's eyes. "He cut me open, tried to find out how I work. Admittedly, he took an organ or two out of me and tested on me a lot. Frequent tests on my stamina, endurance, and my heightened senses. It was synonymous with torture I suppose."

He felt a bit bad for asking, since he knew the answer already. From the precinct he saw, the stitched scars on her body, he could tell exactly what went on. It brought some gravity to what happened though once he heard her say it.

Moving passed it, he looked into something else. "What did Merle do 'bout it?"

Laura huffed a weak chuckle, "Nothing, of course. He couldn't do anything and even if he could, he wouldn't. That's just not the kinda' person Merle is." She immediately caught onto how weird it was telling Daryl how his brother was. "I mean, you know that. He was there for me the only way he could be, but he's not... that kind of person."

Fearing she had inadvertently insulted Daryl's brother and perhaps offended him, Laura bit her lip. She wasn't sure how to cover herself on that since it was true. Merle was there and if he could help her, he still wouldn't have done so.

Daryl seemed disappointed by this, but not regarding Laura. He knew Merle well enough to know he would've left Laura to be tortured even if he could've stopped it. "I'm sorry 'bout him."

"Don't be." Laura smiled, "He convinced me to talk to you about all this... I was hesitant to say the least."

Surprised to hear his brother's involvement, and also wondering when this conversation took place, Daryl's mouth twitched into a slight grin. "You're back with us and Merle's here too. We can protect ya' now." He brought his hand up to run through the long end of her hair, relishing in the feel of the soft locks.

"It's not me who needs protecting." Laura leaned into Daryl's hand more. "I need to be there for you and the others. I have to protect you, those walkers nearly..." She caught herself as she felt her voice beginning to fail her. That escape from the horde scared her, she didn't know if she could've gotten Daryl out in time.

He found this frustrating. He saw the value in himself as her man was about taking care of her, giving her whatever she needed, and keeping her safe. "I told ya' before, I can't handle myself. I don't need ya' to look after me."

Laura rolled her eyes playfully, "Tell that to the horde that nearly took a chunk outta' you."

Feeling his frustration grow into annoyance, he took a moment to calm himself down. His hand paused in her hair and he pressed it against the side of her face. "I'm supposed to watch ya', take care of ya'. I ain't done that so far, but I'm not gonna' let anythin' happen to ya' now."

"Daryl," Laura moved forward, sitting with her legs underneath her as she stared at him straight on. "The walkers don't want me and I survived in Woodbury. I learned how to fight, even Merle taught me what he knows. He's really damn formidable too, the only person in all Woodbury I actually have trouble beating."

Daryl resisted flinching at the thought of her sparring with Merle. The man was large and strong, Daryl was all too familiar with how Merle fought. Too much time spent with his older brother watching him get into bloody brawls now backed by his military training.

"I can do more than anyone here, I'm stronger now." Laura placed a hand on her chest, a nervous yet proud smile on her face. She had earned her strength through hardship and she finally had a use for it. "I can protect you."

"Dammit girl, don't." Daryl dropped his hand from her face. "I don't need ya' watchin' my back." He felt that annoyance threatening to boil over again. It took all his focus to try and keep calm. That insecurity flaring up against his senses.

"But Daryl, it's not safe for you out there. Walkers could overwhelm you," Laura started counting these potential events on her hand, much to Daryl's annoyance. "You could be cornered, run out of ammo, exhaustion, ambush, or like Hershel and get bit from a walker on the ground. There's so many ways for you to get bit, to die out there and you can't fight them all." Laura pleaded, thinking she was providing a convincing argument.

Pushing himself away from the wall, Daryl sat on the edge of the bunk with his back to her. She was trying to watch over him and it sounded like a kind thing, a good thing. All Daryl could see was how useless he felt and that helplessness when he learned Laura left the group.

He didn't want to feel that again, he never wanted to think about it. "And I can deal with that shit on my damn own." He snapped, those walls going up again. "I don't need ya' on my back all the damn time."

Laura reached for him, but when her hand touched his back Daryl recoiled. She realized then something had touched a nerve for him and just like back in the tombs, she didn't understand what it was. He grew increasingly upset the more she talked about guarding him.

So she went with that, trying to find out what he was thinking. "There's no need to take unnecessary risks. Clearing the tombs I can do myself. No one needs to risk a bite while I'm here. I can keep you safe." She smiled, hoping her case was made.

Daryl stood from the bunk cot. Distressed, he moved towards the exit of the cell before he recalled seeing Laura looking at the exit when he found her.

He wanted to retreat like he had done before, but when he thought of Laura considering the same he recognized how he felt seeing her like that. When he gave her the chance to escape talking to him, he had to hide his deep disappointment if she had left.

Shoving that insecurity down, Daryl stayed in the cell. He paused, biting his thumb as his anxiety hit. Such old wounds opening as he fought with himself to speak to her. She was telling him all these terrible things she suffered in Woodbury... he wanted to show he could do the same for her. "Ya' don't need me to protect ya'." He felt his body stiffen as he realized what he was saying. "I can't do shit to help ya' so what damn good am I."

Laura shot up from the bunk and reaching out to him. "I'll always need you, Daryl." Cautiously, she let her hands touch his back and slid her arms around him, hugging him from behind. "You do more for me than just keep me safe. You make me happy."

He never believed he was worth more than what he could physically do for someone else. His value as an individual didn't reach beyond his abilities, but he dared himself for just a moment. "Yeah?"

"I don't love you because you do stuff for me." Laura pulled away from him, tentatively stepping around him to face him. "I love you because you make me smile, even when I feel like shit. You care so much and you work so hard to help everyone. You're kind, compassionate, and empathetic. What else could I ask for?"

"A man that could do right by ya'." Daryl's gaze dropped, avoiding her look. "Someone that can understand ya' better, your age. A man that's not some good for nothin' hick. I got no schoolin', never went to a big university like ya'. I wasn't nothin' 'fore all this, just a damn drifter." His shame, his fears, all starting to be laid bare for Laura.

She shook her head, "But you're so much more than that." Laura placed her hands on his arms, trying to assure him she believed in him wholeheartedly. "And I don't care about our ages, why would that matter? Especially now. You don't need to be some know-it-all that had an expensive education... I kinda' like that you aren't, actually." Laura leaned away, rubbing the side of her neck nervously.

Daryl's brow furrowed, as if prodding her about what she said. To him it sounded a lot like Laura just said she liked that he was uneducated. Seeing Daryl's reaction she got the idea instantly that he was daring her to continue. It had sounded like an insult, to which she recognized and looked to fix it.

"No, no! I mean I like the way you are." Laura pulled away from him, holding her hands up to defend herself. "I'm bad at this. I'm sorry, I said it poorly. I just like that... you're smart in ways that matter. I could give you a lecture about accomplished historical literature, the men and women behind it, and how it changed our social structure today."

Laura held her arms out to her sides, "But what the hell would that do? How is that going to help save peoples lives when Woodbury attacks? How will it help feed them?" She smiled, though her eyes were pleading him to understand. "I started to learn medicine, which helps. But it's not enough alone and I would never have survived this long without you, so my knowledge of medicine would've been worthless anyways! You knew it all out the gate, you had a head start on all of us. You were self sustaining since you could hunt, you know how to dress a wound, how to track; your talent for survival is truly something."

As she layered on these adoring compliments Daryl felt increasingly awkward. He didn't dislike her for saying it, he felt strange that he was being praised so much. It simply wasn't something he was used to and he felt conflicted about it. To accept it made him feel wrong, but to deny it felt almost mean.

That look on her face though, he knew she believed everything she was saying. "I wish I could make you see yourself like I see you." Laura's expression dropped, her eyes looking all around them before coming back to see him fidgeting under her gaze. "You're amazing, intelligent, loving, sensitive, and ridiculously good looking."

Daryl scoffed, earning a chuckle from Laura. Seeing her smile at him caused him to grin. "Stop. Ya' layin' it on too thick." He was shy, she knew that. The praise was embarrassing him even though the deepest part of him actually liked hearing her say those things.

It gave him the ability to see himself beside her, not always looking up to her stature. She had been so accomplished in the world and now she was strong too. He didn't think much of himself, but he started to get the idea that Laura saw him this way.

All the time he spent looking at Laura as this woman he didn't deserve, she was looking at him the same. As if she didn't deserve him.

"I don't care." Laura beamed at him. "I'll tell you every morning, all day, and every night if that's what it takes for you to believe me. You're worth so much to me that it scares me. I've never had anyone mean so much to me. My greatest fear is losing you."

He didn't need to hear anymore, he grabbed her and pulled her in tight to which she returned. "I love you, Daryl Dixon, just the way you are." Laura's hand ran through his hair as she pressed her head into his neck.

While he never thought about it, he hadn't realized how badly he wanted to hear someone say all this praise to him. And to believe they meant it. He believed she said exactly how she felt,

Daryl may not entirely believe she was right, but he couldn't find it in himself to argue with her. At the very least he believed she believed it. As far as his self confidence went that was better than anything he ever had before.

Through his own struggles with abuse and what he survived Daryl came to certain terms over the last few months on the road. The people around him saw something in him he didn't see himself. It left him wondering what they were looking for when they came to him for help, yet he still felt good knowing they wanted his company.

Laura wanted more than just his company too. She wanted him to be with her in a personal manner he didn't think anyone would want him.

It caused another involuntary twitch, an incredibly slight smile that he worked to suppress. "I love ya' too." Daryl held her in an almost crushing embrace. He didn't have the way with words she did and he always felt uncomfortable talking about emotions. So instead he tried to show her how deeply her words affected him through action.

Daryl pulled back just enough to kiss her. His arms around her bracing her body against his. She was a bit startled, but she was more than happy to return in kind. Her hands on either side of his head, her fingers woven through his hair.

It didn't take long before the kiss grew impassioned. All they thought at this moment was how good it felt to have each other.

It was Laura that took the first step, her tongue gently brushing across his lip. He didn't think much beyond that, only parting his lips for her. He figured she didn't seem to mind deepening the kiss and he certainly didn't either. That sign of approval was Laura's green light.

Her tongue dancing with his and her nails beginning to scratch through his hair. While he liked her passionate response to what he intended to be a simple kiss, he was not expecting how heated it became.

Daryl noticed this was more than a make-out session when felt Laura bite down lightly on his bottom lip. That was a push for something more. Her mouth left his, kissing the corner of his lips down his jaw until she was kissing his neck.

His hands became bruisingly tight on her waist as a surprised sigh escaped him. Laura's body flush to his, her lips on his neck, he knew what this was turning into quick. He wanted her and she was showing him how badly she wanted him.

He pressed his lips to her cheek, trailing down until he met the sensitive skin on her neck. It was hard ignoring the lack of a pulse he felt, but he pushed it out of mind.

In his mind he kept thinking about how he so desperately didn't want to scare her. To make her feel cornered and scared, to think of him like that.

This was an auspicious opportunity Laura didn't want to pass up. Both of them alone, in an empty building, and consenting. Laura arched her back, her hands glided down his chest, her nails raking gently across the fabric to where he could just barely feel their sharpness. She gasped as he sucked and bit her neck lightly in response to her ministrations.

Her hands just barely teasing at the bottom of his shirt, brushing against the exposed skin of his hips. A growl came from his throat and the vibration went straight down Laura's spine, causing goosebumps all across her body. She loved the sound, loved how he felt against her.

Laura felt a rush of confidence, causing her to be more brazen. She broke contact with him and Daryl to let out a deep breath at her absence. It wasn't for more than a moment though as she took his arm and lead him back to the bunk bed. She stayed standing, placing her other hand on his chest to push him gently down onto the bed. Curious, he sat down and watched her.

In one smooth motion, Laura bent down to kiss him as she tucked a leg under her to sit on. Daryl was wary of where to touch her and how, worried about how she might react if he was too forthcoming.

As she pressed more against him, Daryl leaned back resting his elbows on the bed to support himself. She wanted more of him to feel and taste, she found him intoxicating. She was excited, but slowly starting to notice how little Daryl was touching her.

Laura broke the kiss and opened her eyes to see Daryl breathing heavily. She searched his face for a sign he wasn't enjoying himself, anything to tell her why he wasn't making a move on her. "Is... everything okay?"

He swallowed hard. Of course it was okay he was struggling to keep it okay. He was very okay. As seriously as he wanted her, he was far more considerate to how she might be feeling. The knot in his stomach was so tight it was painful, but he pushed it down.

"Yeah, yeah." Daryl blinked, realizing she was still waiting on him to answer. "Everythin's okay."

Suspicious, Laura removed herself from him "You don't seem to be... ah, liking it very much." All she could think about is if he found her unattractive in her current state. "It's fine if you're not... in it or if I'm, y'know, too weird. Probably really strange trynna' make it work with... me." Laura sought out any words that might say what she wanted without saying it overtly.

"No!" Daryl saw her degrading herself and jumped on it. "I don't- You're fuckin' gorgeous, babygirl. Sexiest woman I've ever seen. It ain't that."

Laura bit her lip to hold back a bashful smile. "What is it then?"

Daryl sighed lowly. "I don't wanna hurt ya'." He came out with it fast, figuring it was better to be honest now as Laura was clearly worried he thought she was unattractive. "Trynna' treat ya' right, be a... gentle lover an' all that." Boy he felt awkward saying that. Perhaps the most embarrassing thing he's ever said.

To encourage him, Laura moved back over him. Her face close enough to where he could feel her breath on his skin. "You think I'm sexy?"

"'Course ya' are." Daryl watched Laura's gaze grow dark. Even though she asked, Daryl had assumed she knew she was beautiful. Clearly not as he just learned, but there was time to correct that.

"I want you to touch me, Daryl." Laura purred, her hand running up the side of his leg. As much as he wanted to be careful Laura was not about to let him. "I want to feel you." Her lazily wandering hand glided to his inner thigh catching him off guard. "I want you." Laura sighed as she leaned down to kiss his neck, her hand coming to grope the growing bulge in his jeans.

Daryl nearly jumped out of his skin. He fell onto the mattress, his hands practically flew to her waist as he lifted her onto him. She was quick to settle on top of him, straddling his waist as he dug his fingers into her. He wasn't sure if his sex drive was anything special, but he certainly felt it kicking.

He grinded himself against her trying to feel as much of her as possible. The smoothness of her skin, the occasional bumps from scars, the expanse he felt melted away until he didn't know what part of her he was touching anymore.

In her excitement Laura was quick to remove her shirt, throwing it somewhere off the bed. Daryl drank her in as she gave him full permission to explore her body.

She loved how his rough hands felt all over her, how strong his grip was. She started to pull his shirt up and Daryl lifted his arms to pull it off, tossing it to the side. Though she was appreciating his muscular physique she also noticed he had scars. Where they came from she wasn't entirely certain.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to his as her hair fell around them in a thick curtain. Their kiss was rough as they worked on divesting each other. Laura's deft fingers popped the button of his pants before he realized what she was doing. She felt his arousal pressing against the fabric and she smirked, feeling rather proud she could cause such a response.

Before she could coax him free, Daryl stopped her. He tugged at the waistband of her shorts, messily undoing them in his haste. Laura lifted herself off of him to drop the shorts. While she was up, she thumbed the sides of her underwear before slowly sliding them down her legs in full view.

Daryl didn't think she could be any sexier until he saw that. While she returned to straddling him, Daryl brought his hands up her stomach and to the thin material over her breasts.

Laura unlatching the clasp of her bra, dropping it off the edge of the cot. He reacted in kind, pushing himself to sit up and ravish her neck. Her fingers pulled at his hair tilting her head back as her eyes closed.

He kissed a trail down to her breast before taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it while grinding into her. She moaned at the contact, breathless and wiggling her hips to urge him on.

To prepare her before they went much further, Daryl's used his free hand to rub against her core. She jolted at the unexpected contact, but didn't let Daryl retreat his hand. She grabbed his wrist, keeping him in place; a wordless way to tell him it was alright.

He ran his fingers along her heat, pushing one finger inside her as he felt her tense, a sigh escaping her lips. When he thought she was comfortable with the first, he inserted another finger.

Her hips bucked into his hand, aching for more. He thrust his fingers inside her faster, stretching her out until she grabbed his head and pulling him away from her chest. "Daryl, please." She pleaded, her eyes dark with yearning.

Perhaps a bit nervous, Daryl removed his hand from her and Laura slid hers down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers. Shifting them down he struggled to hold back a hiss as his erection was freed, her hand gently stroking him. "Shit, I don't think I'll last long."

"That's okay," Laura shrugged lazily, her hand continuing to stroke his length. "We're both a bit overexcited."

Laura placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back to lay on the mattress. Daryl complied, resting back as he got a good look at her and... He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down. If he let himself get too excited he knew he wouldn't make it more than a minute.

She removed her hand and he almost groaned at the loss of contact. Until he felt her heat against him which caused a much stronger reaction out of him. Daryl's hands held her hips to him, pressing her almost painfully hard into him.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Laura breathed as she felt him press against her entrance. The feeling was brand new to her, such an overwhelming sensation of arousal created tight knots of anticipation in her stomach. "I didn't think it would feel this good."

Feeling a bit of an ego boost, Daryl rubbed his hands along her sides to lift her up carefully. She used her hand to adjust him under her taking care not to accidentally poke him with a nail. Daryl let her take the lead, hoping that giving her the control in this situation would be a comfort.

Once in place she bit her lip and lowered herself onto him. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, taking in inch after inch as slowly as she needed. Her nails clawed into his chest as she cried out once she had taken all of him.

Daryl on the other hand was doing his best to keep his composure. She was flush against his hips having every inch inside her, how she tightened around him; self control was a struggle.

"Ah, oh god. That's a lot." Laura smiled as she chuckled weakly.

He ran his hands up her thighs, "We can stop." Daryl assured her, "If ya' wanna' stop, we stop." No room for discussion, he let her know this was about mutual pleasure without any pressure to perform. His thumbs rubbed circles over her hipbones, gently soothing her as she adjusted to his size.

Laura lifted herself just enough to rock back on him, surprised at the tingling sensation she felt spread across her. "No way in hell, you feel so good."

Daryl couldn't help himself when his hips thrust up to meet her. "Yeah?" He grunted feeling reinvigorated. "Come on, babygirl."

He helped her ride him slowly at first, letting them both establish a rhythm together. Laura held onto the metal slats of the bunk above her head, moving faster every thrust. She moaned softly, her sounds enticing Daryl just that much more.

When he bucked into her with a hard thrust, she cried out in surprise. "Fuck." Daryl reprimanded himself, struggling to hold back.

"More, please." Laura's hazy eyes fell on him.

Daryl couldn't stop himself from reacting. He held her hips in place, trusting himself inside her faster and harder. She couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he kept her where he needed her, listening to her moaning above him.

He couldn't really miss it, Laura was loud. If anyone was in the cell block they could easily tell what was going on. She wasn't holding back, not even a little.

"Ah- Daryl!" Laura screamed it with every thrust warranting another. He was interested in why she was so loud, but glad no one was in this building. Laura was so unashamed and borderline pornographic. He couldn't imagine doing this in his cell, everyone would know the second they started.

He was surprised and rather impressed at how vocal she was. It was a massive ego booster for sure.

The sounds of their sex, her crying his name, and how she tightened around him was driving him to a speedy finish. He couldn't hold on for long and thankfully Laura recognized this, using her fingers to stimulate herself to a faster release.

Seeing her touch herself nearly sent Daryl over the edge right then and there. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to focus on making it long enough for her to finish. All he could see in his head was her naked above him, bringing herself to orgasm while he fucked her. Something so visceral and raw it threatened to break him.

Laura's voice caught in her throat, she gasped. "Daryl!" She tensed as her body reached an explosive climax, her walls clenching down on him so tightly he couldn't resist.

"Get up, I'm-" Daryl tried to move her off of him, but she braced her hand against the top bunk, leaned back, and rode him through her climax. "Girl, get off, I-"

The more her walls spasmed around him, the harder it was to hold back. Until she lifted herself up and dropped her entire weight back onto him. He couldn't stop as he came inside her, his bruising grip on her waist now drove himself as deep into as he could go. "Fuck!" Daryl growled, gritting his teeth hard.

They slowly rode out their highs, coming down hard. Daryl was breathless and trying to collect his thoughts. He was thankful he managed to last as long as he did, long enough for Laura to finish, but was instantly worried about how it happened.

"Shit, I-" Daryl had to swallow, his mouth dry. "Dammit, I was trynna' pull out."

"Yeah, I know." Laura hummed to herself, feeling thoroughly satisfied. "You don't need to worry about that." Her assurance was welcome, but he couldn't help the momentary concern he felt about it. A problem for another day he supposed.

Laura shakily fell onto his chest, breathing in his thick scent. "That was amazing." She closed her eyes, ruminating on the release of pleasure still circulating through her body.

"Next time will be better. Just been too long, couldn't make it for more than a few minutes." Daryl was exhausted, trying to even out his breaths.

She let out a short giggle, "You were perfect." Laura snuggled up close to him, basking in the afterglow. "Can we just rest here for a bit? Before we go back."

There was still so much more to the day, not to mention someone was likely looking for them by now. It had been hours since they made an appearance having skipped lunch entirely.

"Yeah, we can." Daryl ran his hands along her back; he didn't really want to head back to the others yet either.