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The Bargain	By : sugarkisses Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 12290 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything/anyone from The Walking Dead. I am making no money from this story. I do not know any of the people involved. This is a work of fiction.

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Daryl awoke first the following morning to find that Abby was still cuddled against him. In his sleep, he had placed an arm over her waist and held her close. Oh, but her body was warm and soft…

No time for sentimentality. He sat up and grabbed his pants, pulling them on as Abby began to stir. Before she could wake up and talk to him (god, but he really wanted to avoid any awkwardness) he was already in his boots and out of the tent, finding a bush and taking a piss.

Abby emerged just as he was finished, fully dressed and looking at him. She didn’t smile or do anything like that: she just nodded at him and walked off back towards the house.

Hershel’s group was still having breakfast separate from Rick’s, so Daryl moseyed on down to where he could eat. No one looked at him strangely, nor did they give him any indication that they had heard any of his tryst last night. Instead Rick talked about how important it was that they fit in on the farm, something that drove Daryl crazy.

The day wore on and Daryl took his turn on top of the RV watching for walkers. It just so happened that it was Abby’s turn to bring fresh supplies out to him, some water and some food. She took it to him, climbing up onto the RV with the supplies in a backpack slung over her shoulder.

“Well, it’s about time” Daryl snapped, turning towards the ladder. Oh, shit… it was her.

Abby got onto the roof and walked over to him, kneeling beside him and opening the backpack. “I’ve got some tuna fish sandwiches, some water and some coffee” she breathed.

Daryl didn’t respond: he just took a sandwich when she handed it to him.

“Do you want me to take your rifle for a minute while you eat?” she queried.

He shrugged and handed it to her: he knew that she could shoot if a walker emerged. Besides, it was nice to take a break.

“Coffee?” Abby asked, slinging the rifle over her shoulder.

“Sure”

She poured him a cup from the thermos and handed it to him.

They shared a comfortable silence as Abby spelled him… that is, until Daryl’s inquisitiveness got the better of him.

“Where you from?” he inquired, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Abby, the binoculars up to her eyes as she scoured the tree line, answered him. “Originally, I’m from this area. I went to school with Maggie… Hershel used to take care of my family’s horses”

Daryl digested the information as he ate.

“When everyone started getting sick, I rode over here on my horse, looking for… I don’t know, guidance, I guess. My parents died a while ago and I was alone on my property. Hershel convinced me to stay on until things were okay again” Abby paused, laughing to herself. “Guess I can forget about that… things being okay again…”

He snorted in agreement, sipping from his coffee. “Your horse out there in the barn with the others?”

“Yes… Her name is Blackie, like in the movie True Grit… I’m real inventive”

Despite himself, Daryl laughed with her.

They were silent for a few more minutes, and then Abby spoke.

“Daryl, I just wanted to say…”

“I don’t want it to become a habit” he responded curtly, thinking about the previous night. “I can take care of myself, but I don’t want to be responsible for you”

Abby looked at him. “I can handle myself, thanks… I just wanted to say that anytime you want a cigarette, you can have one”

“Same deal?” he asked.

“No” Abby answered, turning her gaze back to the tree line. She calmly put the binoculars back up to her face. “Don’t jump down my throat… even if it is nice”

Damn it, but she was reminding him of last night, and he actually felt a blush rise up into his cheeks. He didn’t want to get involved and yet… well, maybe if it was no strings attached, and so far she hadn’t tried to attach any. He couldn’t believe that he was saying it, but the words just came out… “It’s not a bad bargain, as long as you take care of yourself”

Abby, nodded, but didn’t say another thing.

Daryl finished his sandwich and coffee and then took the binoculars and his rifle back from her.

“See you” was all that she said as she climbed back down from the RV and left.

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“Where were you last night?” Maggie inquired, looking at Abby. The latter was sitting on the couch, relaxing and playing with her hair.

“Where were you?” Abby retorted. She knew damn well that Maggie had been out with Glenn.

Maggie sat down next to Abby, looking around to make sure that they were alone. Still, she whispered. “I was with Glenn… I came back in and you weren’t here on the couch: you weren’t here this morning, either. Who were you with?”

Abby just stared back at her friend.

“Not that nasty one” Maggie stated, wrinkling her nose. “Shane?”

“Oh my god, no” Abby answered, playfully slapping Maggie’s arm.

“Then who?”

Abby smiled. “It’s my secret, ok?”

Maggie scoffed at this. “I’ll figure it out, you know”

“I know… but I don’t want you to treat him differently. He wouldn’t like it”

Suddenly, it clicked for Maggie… “Oh my god… but Abby, he’s trash!”

“Shh!” Abby demanded. “Don’t say that about him” she whispered hotly.

“But he’s a…”

“Country boy” Abby supplied. “He’s a country boy and I like him”

“But, Abby…”

Oh no, Abby wasn’t having this conversation with her friend. She wasn’t about to start defending Daryl. Abby got up from the couch, silencing Maggie.

“Come on, we have wash to do” she instructed.

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Daryl was sitting by his campfire, poking at it with a long, thick stick when she arrived. Abby sat down next to him and put two cigarettes in her mouth, lighting them both and handing him one.

“Evening” she greeted.

Daryl took the cigarette, inhaling from it, and kept working at the fire. For her part, Abby picked up a few sticks and tossed them into the blaze.

“It’s getting colder” Daryl stated. “Winter will be here soon”

Abby nodded. “You guys will have to move into the house to stay warm”

“Fuck if I will” he denied. “I don’t need a fancy house to take care of myself”

Wow, he really had a chip on his shoulder… Abby glanced at him sideways. “I know you can take care of yourself… I just don’t want you freezing solid one night. We need you”

Daryl paused in his movements and looked at her, trying to evaluate her motives. Did she care because he was needed within the group or because she was developing feelings for him? Hell, she barely knew him! He went back to pushing at the fire. “Yeah, sure” he replied.

Abby decided it was better to let the subject go for now. Instead, she took a chocolate bar out of her pocket and opened it, snapping it in half. She offered half of it to him.

“What’s this?” Daryl queried.

“Dessert” she chirped back.

He took the chocolate, immediately nibbling on it. Oh god, it was delicious. Now this was luxury, chocolate and a cigarette… Daryl couldn’t help his curiosity. “Where do you get this stuff?”

Abby giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m not stealing it… I brought stuff with me when I came here to the farm”

“Cigarettes and chocolate?”

“Yeah, the essentials” she teased.

Despite himself, Daryl cracked a smile. He finished the chocolate and inhaled from his cigarette.

“I was on break from school when this all started” Abby stated, unbidden. “I had some friends with me: they came to stay at my house for the summer. One day they borrowed my car to go into town and they never came back”

“Boyfriend?” Daryl inquired.

“Nope… I was too busy with my schooling, training to become a vet like Hershel. Didn’t have time for guys”

“Pretty thing like you, that’s hard to believe” Damn it, he had gone and put his foot in his mouth yet again!

Abby knew to ignore his comment: she could tell that he was mentally kicking himself for saying it. “What about you?” she asked, switching topics. “Did you have a wife?”

“Hell, no” Daryl retorted, crushing his cigarette out under his foot. “When all of this started, it was just me and my brother, Merle…”

She detected a note of sadness in his voice and decided not to press the issue… but Daryl went on talking.

“We were part of a group… Merle decided to go into Atlanta to look for supplies. He never came back” There was more to it, but Daryl didn’t feel like spilling all of his guts at the moment. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure why he was telling her anything in the first place. It was none of her business and he wasn’t given to explaining himself. He had tried that once with Carol, and it had backfired on him: now the woman mothered him and he couldn’t stand it. But then again, Abby didn’t seem like the mothering type… she was just after the pleasure and release that they could find together. Just thinking about the previous night, Daryl began to grow hard…

Abby crushed out her own cigarette and noticed that Daryl’s mood had changed once more. Oh, but the way that he was looking at her…

Daryl watched as Abby crawled around the fire to his side, tentatively placing her hands on his knees.

She leaned upward and brushed her lips over his, trying to gauge whether or not he would be receptive to her kiss. He didn’t push her back or try to move away: emboldened, Abby dared to press her lips to his.

A kiss? Daryl was shocked at first, unsure of what to do other than to sit there and let her embrace him… and then, suddenly, his instinct kicked in. Dropping the stick that he had been using to dig in the fire, he clasped her face in his hands and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Abby moaned at the sensation, pressing her hands to his chest. She returned his kiss, rubbing her tongue to his.

Daryl deepened the kiss for a moment and then pulled back, gasping. “Get in the tent and get undressed” he ordered.

She didn’t argue with him: she just stood up and went into the tent. As she started to get out of her clothes, she realized that Daryl was putting out the fire with some sand. Abby was out of her boots, socks and top by the time that he entered the tent. She undid her gun belt and wiggled out of her jeans…

Daryl zipped the tent shut and then undid his boots, pulling them off one by one. Abby helped him out of his clothes, licking her lips when he undid his jeans and bared his cock.

Oh god, but he jumped when her warm little mouth clamped around him. “Oh, girl…” he cried, tilting his head back with pleasure.

“Mmm” Abby responded, sucking on him. He was so damn delicious and hard… salty-sweet he was. She loved the way that he tasted and felt in her mouth.

Something had come over him: he felt incredibly horny. “You like that cock in your mouth?” Daryl found himself asking.

“Oh, yes” Abby confessed, stroking him firmly.

Taking hold of her hair, Daryl brought her up for another kiss, veritably raping her mouth with his tongue. When he released her, he watched as she lowered her head once more… oh yes, more sucking, getting him even harder and wetter.

Abby moaned around him and bobbed her head up and down. She wanted him to come in her mouth, but Daryl had other ideas.

Using her hair again, Daryl pulled her off of him and lowered her down so that she was on her back. He leaned over her, kissing her and cupping her tits in his hands. He squeezed roughly, capturing her moan in his mouth.

God, but she was such a hot bitch…he wanted to get her off once before he fucked her, so that she would be nice and wet.

Abby cried out when she felt his two fingers slide into her pussy, his thumb grazing her clit. “Daryl!” she whined, raising her hips.

“Easy” he coaxed, pumping his fingers in and out of her. “I know what I’m doing”

He most certainly did. He curled his fingers up so that they were touching her spot as he moved and set himself to sucking at her nipples. Abby could only put her hands on his head and gasp.

“Sweet pussy” Daryl mumbled against her flesh, feeling her grow wetter with his every movement.

Abby had to stifle a loud yelp that certainly would’ve alerted the entire farm when she came, clamping her legs together around his hand. Oh god, what an incredibly pleasant surprise, he knew what her g-spot was. “Daryl” she whispered raggedly. “Oh my god… may I ride you?”

No woman had ever asked him that before in his life: well, at least not in that way. Daryl lied down on his back and motioned for Abby to climb over him. She tried to grab his wet fingers to clean them with her mouth, but he stopped her. “Get away, girl” he teased gently, putting his fingers in his mouth. Mmm, but she tasted good. Funny, but for just a second he flashed back to when he was a teenager and Merle was telling him that a man should never go down on a woman or know what her pussy tasted like… how the two of them had argued about something that was so private! Eh, fuck Merle, he had been wrong: Abby was delicious.

Climbing over him, Abby saw the faraway look in his eyes. She let him have a moment to himself, but when his eyes returned to hers, she smiled and leaned down to kiss him.

Daryl was enjoying the feel of her mouth when she slid onto him, making him growl lowly. Oh yes, she was good and wet, just the way that he wanted her.

This kissing was adding a new wrinkle to their relationship… it was intimate, and maybe he should have stopped it, but it felt so right. He pushed his tongue against hers and held her tightly by the hips as she moved over him.

This was bliss… all of his time spent on the road, trying to stay alive… he could forget about the horror of it all when he was inside of her. Her little body accepted him so greedily and he loved it. Daryl moved his hips in time with hers, eagerly fucking her back as she moved.

Abby rode him hard: damn, but his big cock felt good inside of her. She didn’t care if Maggie thought that Daryl was white trash, she didn’t care what anybody thought about him. So what if he was a loner and a bit rough around the edges? He was good in bed, and that was all that she cared about. She sat up over him, pausing in her furious movements for a moment just to feel how deeply he penetrated her…

Daryl reached up and squeezed her breasts, grimacing with ecstasy as she clamped down on him with her inner muscles.

“You feel so damn good” she praised, placing her hands over his. “Oh, Daryl…”

“Fuck me, Abby” he encouraged, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. “Be a good girl, now”

Oh, but for him she would be a good girl. She put her hands on his chest and began to ride him again, slowly at first, but building pace.

Daryl watched the pleasure play over her features. Hot bitch, he thought, and she’s all mine.

Abby worked him in and out of her until she just couldn’t stand it any longer. She told him that she was going to come, which brought a grunt from him.

His big dick went off first, pulsing and shooting his come into her, which sent her into her own orgasm. Abby cried and whined as he grunted his bliss, his hands squeezing her tits unmercifully…

When she collapsed upon him, she could barely think. She realized that Daryl had wrapped his arms around her back and that he was holding her as they both gasped for air.

It took him a while to come back to himself, but when he did and he found that he was holding her, he dropped his arms to the side. Daryl had to remind himself that this wasn’t about love, this was about fucking. Thank god that she didn’t try to kiss him in the aftermath: but she did snuggle close to him when he moved them onto their sides.

“Cold out here” she murmured, burying her face in his chest.

Well, she was right about that… it was getting colder, and there was no reason that they couldn’t share body heat for survival.

Daryl closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him. Tomorrow was going to be a big day…

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