Hi there! I unearthed this story recently and decided to finish it. It will probably be a one shot. Maybe I will add another chapter or two if the mood strikes. But, don't expect anything more than good ole fashioned smutty angst. Enjoy!

The CDC just blew up in our faces. Literally.

My ears are ringing. I'm hungry, tired, massively hung over and stuck in a truck with Dixon who hasn't acknowledged my presence since we made it out of Atlanta. Which is funny because just 14 hours ago he was all about my 'presence'. Like- all about it.

Hi. I'm Hazel, and this is my apocalyptic diary.

I could only think of one thing as the hot water sloshed over my dirt caked skin. Heaven. This must be heaven. I took a sip of the bottle of wine dangling from my hand and sighed. Yes. Heaven.

Jenner's voice rang in my head, "Take it easy on the hot water." But, I couldn't care less. This. Was. Heaven.

The last swig of wine went down smooth before I decided to start washing my hair. Stumbling a little, I grabbed for the bottle of shampoo I had unearthed in the lockers. I legit squealed when I saw The Body Shop logo. Heaven indeed. The smell of coconut enveloped me as I scrubbed at my scalp. I moaned out loud, not caring if anyone heard me. I couldn't help it.

Solid walls, good food, wine, a shower, and a bed to sleep in tonight. There was no way this day could get any better. I turned off the water and grabbed for a fluffy white towel, squeezing my hair out and drying off.

When I emerged from the showers, dressed in somewhat clean leggings and a tank top, T-Dog was in the hallway. He gave a crooked grin and low whistle. "Damn, girl. You clean up nice."

I grinned widely and bumped him with my shoulder, tripping a little as I did. "Thanks, boo."

I hadn't seen Daryl behind him but I heard his scoff. Loud and clear. "Spare me. Get a room."

T laughed heartily at Daryl's discomfort and made for the showers. "Ya leave me any hot water, Haze?"

"Plenty!" I answered cheerily. I was solidly in the happy drunk stage of the night.

T-Dog gave me and DIxon a two finger salute. "Catch you two on the flip side."

I was still standing there smiling like a drunk idiot and swaying on my feet when I heard the water turn on and T start singing from inside the locker room.

"Ya drunk?" Daryl asked, his eyes watching me in amusement.

"Oh. Oh yes. Very much. Are you?"

"Hell yes." It was then that I noticed a bottle of Southern Comfort hanging from his hand. His still very dirty hand.

"You're filthy." I blurted out.

He took a hearty swig from the bottle and nodded. "Yup."

I held my hand out, fingers wiggling. "Share, Dixon."

He handed it over and smirked at the grimace on my face as the whiskey burned its way down my throat. "That's big boy shit."

Handing the bottle back, I laughed. "I can hang with the big boys."

Amused, he quirked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah."

He didn't sound like he believed me and for some unknown reason, I needed to show him that I could indeed hold my liquor. You don't graduate from Florida State without learning how to party with the best of 'em. "What? Do you want me to prove it?"

I watched his eyes darken to a deep indigo as he leaned closer to me. "Yeah. I do."

Was it the booze or his stare that was making me warm all over? I didn't care. I felt great and wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

"You're on." I poked his chest. His very solid chest. "Truth, dare or drink. First one to pass out loses."

"I ain't never needed a game to get shitfaced."

He was sassing me. And. I kinda liked it. I grabbed the bottle out of his hand. "Follow me."

Inside the small room I had claimed for myself, Daryl had no qualms about making himself comfortable.

"Make yourself at home," I muttered. Admittedly, I was a little flustered at seeing him on my bed. But, what the hell? He definitely wasn't the worst person to ever be in my bed. Practically falling onto the cot opposite him, I silently wondered if this game was a good idea. After all the dinner and shower wine, I was already pretty far gone. The whiskey was going to do me in- no doubt about that.

Fuck it. Carpe Diem.

"Truth or dare," I asked, settling in.

He paused in thought. "Truth"

I smiled. There were so many things I wanted to know about this man beside me, but I figured I'd start easy. "How old are you?"

"Really, that's your question? Ain't the whole point of this game to get drunker?"

I shrugged. "I gotta ease ya in."

He chuckled. "A'ight. 33. Truth or dare?"

I studied him for a minute before answering. "Truth."

"You and T-Dog have something going on?"

I blinked in confusion. THAT was his first question. "What? No. He's just like… ya know… a buddy. A brother."

He nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "Give me a dare."

I stretched my legs out and wiggled my toes, grinning. "I dare you to give me a foot rub. I REALLY need to find better shoes."

He genuinely looked disgusted for a moment, causing me to laugh. "C'mon. I just washed them. Or you could drink."

With a shake of his head he patted his lap. "Give 'em here."

Giddy, I threw my feet into his lap and settled back, getting comfortable. His big hands wrapped around my right foot and the pad of his thumb began moving in circles on the ball of my foot. I involuntarily let out a loud moan. "I'll take another truth."

Daryl expertly cracked each of my toes while considering his question. Damn. His foot rubbing skills were an unexpected surprise. "When's the last time you got fucked?"

I sputtered and coughed. "Wow, Daryl. You're just going for it."

He was grinning and gave me a sideways glance. "Gonna drink?"

I narrowed my eyes and frowned playfully at him, wondering if I really wanted to divulge the information. Cause, well, it had been an embarrassingly long ass time.

He mistook my pause as a non- answer and handed the bottle my way.

"Hang on. I'm thinking!"

"That long, huh?" He teased. Damn, this man was sassy.

I leaned forward and grabbed the bottle from him. "No! Just don't want to tell you."

I took a gulp as he laughed at my clear discomfort. Three years. It's been three long years. And to make matters worse, it wasn't even that good.

He was still working his magic on my feet when he said, "Dare."

"Show me your tattoos. All of them." His hands stilled and I could see the wheels spinning in his mind. "What? Do you have an ass tat?

His eyes rolled. "You wish."

His comment earned a loud barking laugh from me. "Maybe."

"Ya could jus' ask to see my ass."

"Would you show me?"

He huffed and reached for the bottle, taking a long swig. "Your turn."

Alright. So no tattoos tonight.

"Let's make it a dare."

Daryl squeezed my foot and grinned. "Take yer top off."

An immediate heat flushed my cheeks and my heart started to pound in my chest. It's not that I was ashamed of my body- I was actually quite proud of my new apocalypse muscles- but I never expected him to go there. "Oh, so you get to keep your clothes on, but I have to strip?"

"Or drink." He taunted.

"Are you trying to see my tits or get me drunk?"

He squeezed my foot one last time and set it down. My body instantly missed his touch. "Yep."

I thought for a minute. Underneath my shirt was a pretty unsexy sports bra. He was going to be highly disappointed and I told him. "If I do- you're going to be disappointed."

He shrugged. "Drink then- if yer so insecure."

I laughed. "Oh. I'm not insecure."

"Take it off then." He was challenging me. Our eyes met and I felt myself involuntarily leaning towards him.

"You play dirty, Dixon." I whispered. He grinned and I grabbed the hem of my tank, pulling it up and over my head. With a little flick of my wrist, I threw it on the ground. "Happy?"

His answer was his eyes roaming over my exposed skin. He looked happy- for a Dixon. It was hard to tell. His gaze made me shiver a little and I settled back, crossing my arms over my stomach.

"Dare." He slurred. I really wished he'd start asking for truths. There was so much I wanted to know about this man.

"I dare you to ask for a truth."

He let out a gruff laugh. "Fine. But there ain't nothing worth knowing."

"Doubt that."

He snorted.

"Truth it is then," I paused, thinking, and then headed into dangerous territory. "Tell me your first impression of me."

His eyes swung over to my face and I thought I could see his cheeks flush. But that was probably just the whiskey, right?

I was expecting his answer to be- "Thought ya looked like a scared little girl. Easy walker bait." But what came out of his mouth next shocked the shit out of me.

"Thought ya looked fucking hot."

I did what I do best- deflected. "I probably was. It's Georgia in the summer."

He rolled his eyes. "Stop."

I laughed uncomfortably at the compliment. "Thanks. I wasn't expecting that."

He gave me a sideways glance. "What were ya expecting?"

I shrugged. "Weakling. Clueless little bitch. Walker bait. Something like that."

Daryl's focus went to a hangnail on his thumb and he picked it while shaking his head. "Naw. Nothin' like that. Lori… Carol… ya ain't like the rest of them."

I gently nudged his thigh with my foot. "Hand me that bottle."

"I didn't ask ya anything yet."

"Yeah, well. I'm all flustered now. Hand it over." I wiggled my fingers in his direction.

I was rewarded with a Daryl Dixon grin and our hands touched as he passed the bottle my way. Not to be cliche or anything, but it was electric. Sparks jumped from his skin to mine. God, I've read too many romance books. I needed to regain my composure. Closing my eyes, I took a gulp. When I opened them, Daryl was staring at me. Had he moved closer?

I returned his gaze and took in a shaky breath. "My turn. Truth."

"Same question. What was yer first impression of me?"

I groaned. Not this question. Anything but this. "I was scared of you and Merle."

"Scared?"

"Yah, but not anymore. You still scare me, but it's different."

"How ya mean?"

"Like…. I was scared to be near you before. Now I'm scared to be apart from you. I feel safe with you and you make me laugh. And, yeah…. you're pretty hot too."

Daryl leaned back and the look on his face was decidedly smug. What a prick. His lips quirked up and he growled. "I'll take another dare."

I leaned forward and dropped my voice to a whisper. Why did I whisper? No idea- this whiskey was making me do funny things. "Take a shower."

He huffed and looked genuinely offended. "For real?"

"Oh. For real real." I scrunched my nose up in a 'you stink' gesture.

"How do I know ya ain't gonna come bustin' in on me?"

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. "You don't."

That caught his attention and a deep pink flush covered his cheeks. Oh dear God, there was no mistaking that color. I had made Dixon blush.

"But, I won't. You have my word." I added quickly.

His blue eyes swung to mine and pinned me in place with a gaze so fierce I felt it between my legs. "What if I want ya to?"

Alarm bells sounded in my head and the feeling between my legs intensified. Suddenly, I was feeling a little more sober and my new found clear thinking had me remembering that there were probably cobwebs hanging out down there. My poor lady bits had been sadly neglected since my vibrator powered down for good a few weeks into this whole end of the world thing.

Now I was the one blushing and the smug look on Daryl's face had returned.

"Dixon." Feeling brave, I leaned in closer to him and giggled. . "Do you need me to wash your balls for you?"

Abruptly, Daryl jumped to his feet. I watched, wordlessly, as he stumbled a little and headed to the door. Before leaving, he turned and gave me a long, undecipherable look. He entered the hallway and the door clicked shut behind him.

Well, damn. Now what was I supposed to do? That look. It had been so cryptic. Was it a warning or an invitation? At this moment, I did not want to be on the wrong side of Dixon frustration. So, I let the alcohol make my decision and followed him out the door. Seemed like the best idea.

The hallway was empty and quiet, and I guessed that most everyone had turned in for the night. I was a little jealous, I was anxious for a really good night's sleep. But- Dixon and my three year dry spell spurred me towards the showers. I turned myself in the direction of the locker rooms and padded down the hall. My bare feet were quiet on the tile floor. I wasn't trying to sneak up on him, but I definitely didn't want anyone else catching me in this secret rendezvous.

Plus, I looked down at myself, I was only half dressed.

How embarrassing would it be to run into Dale wearing just this bra? I shuddered at the thought. No, thank you.

I walked into the door, heard the water running and saw boots, pants, torn flannel, a gun, and a knife. It all lay in a heap on the floor. Dear God, Daryl was naked behind that curtain. My knees wobbled and I reached for the wall to steady myself.

Was this really happening? Was I going to try and fuck Daryl Dixon in that shower?

"I can hear ya out there." Daryl's gruff voice floated out from behind the flimsy shower curtain.

I jumped and sputtered. "I barely made a sound."

"Yer breathin' all heavy." He accused.

Damn him and his super sonic ears.

The shower curtain moved and his head popped out. Water dripped from his eyelashes and he gave me another cryptic look. Suddenly, self conscious, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared back at him. "What?"

"You tell me. Yer the one who followed me in here."

The wine had made my brain so foggy. I opened my mouth to say one thing, but what came out was, "I already took my shower."

"Suit yerself." His head popped back into the shower and the curtain fluttered behind him.

So it was going to be like that. Fine. I undid the drawstring on my pajama bottoms and pushed them down my legs, letting them pool into a pile around my feet. I stood there in my underwear, contemplating my next move and listening to the water run over his naked body. Naked. Daryl.

Then I heard whistling. I was standing out here anxious, horny and half naked and that motherfucker was whistling.

The throbbing between my legs pulsed, reminded me why I had followed him in here and before I lost my nerve, I shed the rest of my clothes and pushed the curtain back.

The whistling stopped and Daryl raised one eyebrow before smirking at me. "Took ya long enough."

"Shut…. up." I barely mumbled. I was too distracted by the hard masterpiece in front of me to form coherent words.

I tore my gaze from his body long enough for our eyes to lock. The air seemed to thicken and I struggled to catch my breath. Slowly, Daryl closed the gap between us, his hand reaching for me, and my heart raced as he pulled me into the shower. The curtain whipped closed behind me. There was no turning back now.

Dear diary, this is where things went somewhere I never expected. If you had told me a month ago that I would be naked in a shower with Dixon I would have called you crazy.

But, right now? It didn't seem crazy at all. Actually, it felt just right. Perfect almost. Gosh- I know that's cheesy as fuck. But Daryl and I have been through some shit together. Enough shit to know that I'm safe with him.

And honestly, this was a long time coming. The sexual tension has been raging for a while now. The two of us just needed a little liquid courage to move things along. The safety of the CDC helped too. Daryl didn't feel like he needed to be on watch at all times and I felt like I could finally let my guard down. And so it went. I let Daryl Dixon have his way with me.

He apparently didn't give a shit about Jenner's hot water warning either, because the water that hit my skin when I entered the shower burned. Daryl got close and his whiskey breath ghosted over my skin. I felt the heat in my stomach intensify. What would whiskey taste like off his lips? I wanted nothing more than to find out.

Thanks to the copious amounts of booze, Daryl wasn't shy. His lips captured mine firmly while one palm cupped my jaw and the other my naked ass, pulling me closer.

Fantastic. That was my answer. It tasted fantastic.

I want to say that I kissed him back with passion, but what I did felt more like devouring him. I couldn't get enough. And Daryl's kiss matched my own. It seemed like the gruff redneck couldn't get enough of me either.

I opened my mouth, encouraging him with a flick of my tongue against his bottom lip. I didn't have to wait long for his tongue to glide against my own. Kissing him felt so very right and I smiled against his mouth, enjoying the feel of his lips moving with me.

His lips left mine and trailed down my jaw, his goatee tickling against me until his lips were at my ear. "Get up here." He demanded.

He didn't have to ask twice. I braced my back against the shower wall and hitched my leg up around his hip, desperate for some friction. He was fully hard and his dick pressed into me at exactly the right spot making me moan at the sensation. He palmed the back of my thighs and lifted me. I took no time wrapping my legs around his hips, using his shoulders for leverage.

"Ya like that?" He growled.

I answered by bucking against him, which made him chuckle before nipping at my pebbled nipple. I looked down at him from my higher vantage point and watched as his eyes closed and he nuzzled my breasts. My hands found their way to his head, my fingers tangling into his wet hair. I gently pushed him closer, letting him know that what he was doing to my nipples with those perfect lips of his felt fucking amazing.

I groaned and my stomach clenched as he moved to my other breast. I watched as he tasted the water that ran down my breasts and fell off my nipple.

"Who knew you were packing all that under your clothes." I gasped as his exceptionally large dick rubbed against my swollen clit.

That was apparently all the encouragement he needed to move things further. As soon as I said the words he was filling me. His cock slid into my wet pussy like it was made for it and we both let out a deep moan. He felt fucking perfect.

"Your fucking tight." He ground out before crashing into my lips.

His lips bruised mine as he pumped in and out. My back banged against the wet tile as each delicious thrust filled me and rubbed my clit in just the right spot. His fingertips were digging into my thighs as he burrowed deep inside me. I was going to be bruised tomorrow and I didn't even care.

In the fog of my drunk and lust filled brain, I did a quick inventory. There were no condoms, but I still had my IUD. I'd had a new one put in just a few months before. I quickly thanked the pre-zombie me for keeping that appointment.

We had both reached the point of no return and I felt Daryl's thrusts start to get more erratic. My breathing was coming out in tiny gasps as I felt my own orgasm on the horizon. I tilted my hips, needing to feel more of that delicious friction on my clit.

"Oh, GOD!" I cried after a particularly hard thrust.

"Shit.' He grunted.

I looked down at him to see his eyes screwed shut and couldn't take it anymore. I threw my head back, not caring that it slammed into the wall. My fingernails ripped into his flesh as I let my orgasm undo me. It wracked through my body, making me spasm as I cried out, "OH MY GOD! I'm coming."

Daryl thrust into me once, twice more, and I clenched around him. I felt him stop and finish deep inside me as he let out a loud moan.

We both stilled, and Daryl let his head drop to my chest. We stayed as we were, letting our heartbeats slow and our steady breathing return.

Once the euphoria had passed I tried to talk.

"That was… um…" While I searched for words, he dropped me gently back to my feet. My legs wobbled and he reached out, holding my hips to steady me. "Incredible."

He gave me a cocky grin. And then the motherfucker kissed my forehead. It was so tender and so sweet and not at all what I expected from a Dixon.

Diary- When I woke up this morning, Daryl was still in my room and snoring softly beside me. I took about three wonderful seconds to remember the, not one but two, glorious orgasms he had given me. Yeah. When we left the showers we still couldn't keep our hands off each other. It's the end of the world as we know it, ya know? And I feel more than fine. Well. Except for this hangover.

But wait. No. I don't feel fine. I feel sooooo panicked. What the fuck have we done? I don't know what unpredictable repercussions there's going to be after last night. What are we supposed to do now? Daryl is a complete wild card, ya know?

So, I tried to quietly slip out of bed and get dressed without waking him. It didn't work. And that's when it all went to shit.

Daryl rolled over and frowned at me. "Throw me those smokes?"

"Good morning to you too." I said as I passed over the half pack of cigarettes. If he could hear the awkwardness in my voice he didn't show it.

He grunted and placed an unlit cigarette between his lips. "Yeah. Mornin'."

I shook my head. What a gentleman. "You gonna smoke in here?"

His eyes rolled. "You gonna stop me?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p'. "Be my guest."

He took note of my clothing. "Where you goin'?"

I shrugged as I pulled my shirt over my head. "Kitchen? I really need some water."

He gave a small nod before searching his pants pocket for a lighter.

I also needed a fucking bottle of aspirin and more sleep. But first I needed to let this magnificent man know that I was good with our one time no strings attached drunken sex. I didn't need him freaking out and thinking I expected more.

I mean. I did. I wanted a lot more. I wanted all of him all the time. But he didn't need to know that.

"Look. Last night was fun." I started slowly. "But, we were both drunk."

"The hell you babblin' 'bout?" He took his first drag of nicotine, closing his eyes as he inhaled.

I tried to keep my voice light. "You're off the hook. You don't have to be nice to me or play lover boy now."

He scoffed, "Yeah. We'll see."

I shook my head and bent to tie my boots. "I'm serious. I know it was just a one time thing. You don't have to worry about me trying to make it more than it was."

The words hung between us and I could see anger cross Daryl's face as he digested my words. His jaw twitched and he gave me a curt nod. "Yeah. Drunk."

I pursed my lips, wondering what he was really trying to say. "Right, like that wouldn't have happened if we were sober, right?"

"Reckon not." He growled.

Oh. He was angry. I needed to get out of here. "Okay. See ya at breakfast?"

"Don't save me a seat." He yelled to my back as I left the room.

So here we are. Stuck in this stuffy truck cab with mountains of tension between us and nowhere to hide. I don't know why I didn't run into the RV.

To be fair, he kinda dragged me caveman style and threw me into the truck. But now he's acting like I don't exist. Like there's an invisible wall between us. So for now I'm settling in, nursing my hangover and waiting until Rick thinks it's safe to stop somewhere.

I have no idea what Daryl is thinking. I have no idea what the future holds. But I know one thing- if I die today I'm not dying an unsatisfied woman. One time or not- Daryl Dixon was my best fuck ever.