Daryl Dixon sat beneath a simple maple tree, alone, and scraping
the bark from a twig. His handy crossbow lay close beside him as
well as a small hunting knife. He inhaled and exhaled deeply,
taking in the sweet stench of the wild life around him, seeing
that now he became immune to the disgusting stench of rot and
decay of human flesh. I just take time to relax, he thought to
himself, and I'll stay the same guy I am now; I'm not gunna lose
myself in this mess.
Today was peaceful, which was strange, considering everyone
that's went on in the past year. Humanity was a legend and the
dead ruled this planet now... well, underneath Daryl, of course.
He missed his older brother Merle who had been his closest
companion; it was hard not knowing if he was still kicking or
not. Now, he had no one really to talk to.
CRACK. CRACK CRACK.
Daryl froze for a moment, and then quickly snatched his crossbow
from his side. He slowly rose to her feet and perched the
crossbow gentley onto his shoulder, lifting it into the idele
position and almost twirling; trying to locate his victim. "Come
to me, you dumb son of a bitch," Daryl growled through his teeth.
"C'mon then!" Daryl hollared,
aiming his crossbow tighter and pointing fiercely in every
"Hershel?" A soft voice said behind
Daryl spun to the sound and
clutched at his chest with his free hand, dropping his crossbow
to the ground and cursing under his breath.
"Damn you, Carol," He huffed deep
in his throat as he dropped down to the spot which he had been
sitting in moments ago.
Carol Peterie approched her friend,
or whatever he was considered, catiously and slowly. Her right
leg dragged slightly behind her and she couldn't help but let out
a wimper or two. Now this caught Daryl's attention.
"What'd ya' get yourself into?" He
said as he stood to his feet, swiftly grabbing Carol by the arm
and guiding her back to the tree. She jumped at his rougher touch
and he imediately loosened his grip and tried going slower;
sinking down to the ground and bringing her down along side
"You bit? Scratched?" Daryl asked,
his voice in a cold whisper.
Carol shaked her head and muttered,
"No, I haven't been near walkers," She took a pause and then
continued, "I tripped on a tree root and messed up my ankle, I
think it's popped out of place."
Daryl chuckled, a horse but
attractive laugh, and slowly put his hand onto the ball of her
right ankle. Carol flinched a bit and sucked a deep breath in
through her nostrils, trying not to focus on the pain. She's
lucky she hadn't been bit, or worse, eaten alive.
"Why you been sitting out here by
yourself?" Carol asked Daryl, her voice a sweet jingle to his
He shook it off and said, "This
shit's driving me up the fucking wall, I feel like I'm losing
Carol stared at him, concern spread
across her brows, and she nodded to him; "I know what you're
saying. I've been feeling so lonesome without my husband."
Daryl hated when she mentioned that
prick, he fucking hated it. He knew he could be an asshole but he
would never lay his hands on a woman unless it were for pleasure.
Whenever she said his name, it just reminded him of the fresh
bruises he used to see beaten onto her flawless skin.
"You don't gotta feel lonesome no
more, Carol. I'm here to help you," Daryl stared her in the eyes
for a good minute and then went back to taking care of her ankle.
He rubbed around the ball for a few moments and attempted to
massage it back into place. Everytime he went too fast, she made
a soft sound and when he pushed it even faster than that, she
once even squealed out. The sounds brought back the few good
memories he had, like banging his highschool girlfriend. It got
to the point that it seemed like Daryl was trying to get her to
yell out, and Carol started to catch on.
His rough hand guided far up her
leg and to her thigh, rubbing through her dirt stained jeans and
a bit inbetween. Her soft groans of yearned for pleasure filled
him with lust, pushing his cock to stiffen against his jeans and
become slower erect.
Carol grabbed him by the crotch and
slowly rubbed up and down. God, she felt alive again. Though it
was just a bit of touching, she felt ten times better than she
had ever felt in ten years with her husband.
Daryl pushed his crossbow to the
side and pushed a form of leaves together; making a gentle
surface for her head and neck as he lied her to the ground. Carol
smiled up at him, her smile sweet but still seductive, and he
grinned down at her. Slowly, he swung one leg over her and
crouched on her; pinning her by each wrist and ducking down. He
kissed up her neck gingerly and she struggled slightly on him,
wishing to touch his sexy body even more, and this thickened his
cock with a bigger erection. He released her for a only a moment
to pop open the buttons of her shirt and lick his way down and
nape of her neck, to her bra line, and inbetween. He had never
been with a mother before, but he had heard previously that their
breasts sometimes get worn out from the breast feeding. This case
was different; her breasts were perky and firm, waiting for him.
He licked around her nipple and pushed his hips into hers,
Daryl gave it to Carol, gave
everything to her. They made love for hours; tumbling through the
leaves and Daryl pushing himself slowly inside and out of her
The only reason it was time to stop
was due to a walker who seemed to want to join in, for he had
dived down to the ground and thankfully, Daryl had grabbed his
short dagger and shoved it through his skull.
"So, I guess I should keep this to
myself," Carol said as she buttoned up her shirt and rose to her
Daryl got up after her and held her
close in his muscular arms, craddling her like a child and
cooing, "Tell anyone, I don't care. I'm just happy I've got this
fine piece of ass to call mine."