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The Bargain	By : sugarkisses Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 12290 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was late. Hershel had disappeared after the shoot-out at the barn, and Rick and Glenn had gone into town to look for him. Carol had come by Daryl’s tent to ask him about Lori, who was missing… like Daryl gave a shit what that stupid bitch did. Lori had tried to get Daryl to go after Rick, but he had refused, telling her quite sharply that he wasn’t going to be an errand boy any more. Fuck, he had risked his life going to look for Sophia when all the time the girl had been in the barn, rotting away like the rest of the walkers.

In all honesty, he was pissed: pissed about how the others treated him, pissed that little Sophia was dead, and pissed that he was wanting Abby to come out so that he could sleep with her.

He was used to being a loner, used to not caring about anyone or anything, and in a day’s time, his emotions had slapped him in the face twice: once when he had been burying Sophia, and a second time when he had realized that he was coming to depend on Abby. Standing there in the hot sun as they put Sophia into the ground, Daryl had thought, what if this were Abby? What if she were to get bitten by one of those things, what would he do? Right then and there, he had resolved himself to the fact that he wouldn’t let it happen to Abby, he would keep her safe… and where the fuck had that idea come from? He barely knew her! Sure, things moved fast in this new world, like Glenn and Maggie getting together, but this was serious. Daryl Dixon was not boyfriend material, and he sure as hell didn’t want the responsibility of another life on his hands, hadn’t the situation with Sophia proved that to him? And yet Abby was so sweet to him, so very precious in just a matter of days. She didn’t ask him to be anyone but who he was…

Daryl was still milling over his thoughts when she arrived at his tent, carrying an old wool blanket.

“Daryl?” Abby asked quietly and respectfully.

“Yeah?” he replied, turning away from the fire.

“Brought us a blanket” she stated softly, placing it in the tent. She moved to sit beside him on the large log that he was on, taking a seat in front of the fire. “Hershel and Rick are still gone”

“They took the half-pint with them, didn’t they?”

Abby knew that he was referring to Glenn: she wasn’t about to tell Daryl that Maggie was beside herself with worry for her father and her lover. “Yes”

“Hmm” Daryl laughed, pushing at the fire. “Wonder what they found out there”

Abby didn’t see the humor in the situation: four of their people were missing if you included Lori. She decided to let it go… “How are you feeling?”

He chuckled again. “Does it matter?”

“Matters to me” Abby retorted, looking at him.

Daryl turned his head towards her and met her eyes: he could see that she was serious. “I’m fine” he spat out. “Just a little sore”

Abby reached out and touched the little bit of plaster on his left temple where Andrea’s bullet had grazed him. She pulled her hand back after a few seconds. “So, what do you do all alone out here?”

Daryl smiled wryly. “I make arrows for my crossbow”

“Will you show me how?”

“You any good with a knife?”

Abby smiled and turned her gaze back to the fire. “I can skin an animal, if that’s what you mean”

Daryl nodded towards where he had some squirrel carcasses hanging near his tent. “I ain’t talking about little things like that”

“Neither am I. I grew up hunting with my father. I’ve helped skin deer” Pausing, Abby reached out and took hold of the large stick that Daryl was stirring the fire with. He released it into her hands and she dug at the flames herself, musing, “I’m sorry that you had to find Sophia that way”

He remained silent.

“Otis must have found her and put her in the barn before he died: that was Otis’ job, you see. He would corral the walkers who wandered onto the property.”

“You couldn’t see that they were dangerous?” Daryl inquired harshly.

Abby knew that she deserved his tone, but it still hurt her. “Deep down inside, I guess I knew… I just wanted to believe that they could be cured. It was stupid, I know… Since this all started, haven’t you ever wanted to keep hope alive even when you knew it was dumb?”

Daryl instantly thought of Merle… oh, how he had hoped against hope that he would find him alive atop that department store… Instead, he had found Merle’s hand… signs that maybe his brother had cauterized the wound, but nothing more. Even now, he wondered where Merle was: could he still be alive somewhere? “Abby, I…” he tried, wanting to tell her but deciding better of it. Instead, he went into protective mode, his tone like that of an angry paternal figure. “Girl, you’ve got to be smart now: the world ain’t what it used to be. You’ve gotta keep your gun on you at all times, you’ve gotta protect yourself. Most of all, you gotta be honest with me”

Abby nodded, smiling despite the fact that she was crying. “Shit, I’m sorry, Daryl… I should have told you, I admit it. You deserved to know”

She didn’t try to stop him when he got up and began to put out the fire: she just watched him with muted fascination.

Once the fire was out, Daryl offered her his hand, which she took. He led her into the tent, where they undressed in silence, the air heavy with emotion.

When she was naked, Abby reached out and gently perused his left torso where he had been wounded.

“I’m all right, girl” he reassured, grasping her hand in his own.

She had to make light of the situation before she started crying again, so, looking down and seeing his hard cock, she breathed, “Well, you DO seem to be fully functional”

Daryl chuckled and leaned over, kissing her chastely: he then took hold of her face and kissed away her tears, tasting the salt of them.

Abby couldn’t help it: it had simply been too rough the last few days, what with Daryl nearly being shot dead and the massacre at the barn… she started weeping despite herself.

Daryl didn’t chastise her, he just let her tears flow, kissing her even as she wept.

“Need you” she managed to whisper.

Gently lying her down on the floor of the tent, he crawled over her, still kissing her as he pushed her legs apart with his hands.

Abby sighed when he kissed her right nipple and then the left.

Sliding down her body, he drew his tongue over her skin, all the way down her stomach to her mound. His large hands took hold of her thighs and he dipped his head down…

Abby moaned loudly as he drew his tongue through her folds from her entrance to her clit. She hadn’t expected this from him, not from a good ol’ country boy… but it felt so fucking good.

Daryl lapped at her slowly, relishing the sweetness of her. No doubt Merle would have been severely disappointed in him, but he didn’t care: Abby had been so giving to him, and he only felt it fair… not to mention that she tasted delicious.

“Daryl…” she whined, digging her fingers into his hair, “Oh, my god”

“Mmm” he answered, pushing his tongue inside of her. He had never really done this much before, but with Abby he just had to: he had to know how she tasted.

Abby moved her little hips in time with his ministrations, feeling herself grow wet. Oh, but Daryl was being so good to her…

He flicked his tongue over her clit, which made her jump: Daryl did it over and over, then suckled her nub.

“Fuck” Abby swore, gasping, “Oh god, Daryl…”

He added his two fingers to her pussy, sliding them in so that they caressed her inner spot while his tongue and lips continued to work at her. Never before had he so wanted to pleasure a woman: Abby brought that out in him…

It wasn’t long before she was whining, digging her fingers into his scalp. “Daryl… oh, fuck, I’m gonna come”

“Mmm, yes… come in my mouth”

Those words from him were all it took: she went over the edge, hard, barely able to bite back a scream of bliss. Daryl rode through all of it with her, holding her legs wide open and drinking in her juices.

Oh, Abby was a sticky, warm mess. She gasped as he climbed back over her, grabbing hold of his right wrist and bringing his wet fingers to her lips.

Daryl chuckled as she sucked his digits clean. “You like the way you taste?”

“Mmm, it’s good… but not as good as you” Abby replied, reaching down between them and taking hold of his cock. She stroked him slowly but firmly, licking her lips. “Wanna suck you” she confessed.

“I bet you do” he answered hotly, “but I made your pussy nice and wet, and I want to fuck it”

Dear god, she had just come, but his words sent a fresh flood of desire through her. “Okay, but you’d better lay down on your good side so you don’t disturb your stitches”

Daryl nearly laughed, but he obeyed her, sighing blissfully as she stroked him a few more times. “Mmm, that feels good… but I want your pussy”

Abby smiled at his neediness and slid her leg over his hip, taking him inside of her. “Oh, yes” Abby cried.

“That’s a girl” he praised, taking hold of her leg and lifting it up so that he could penetrate even deeper. “You like my dick?”

“Yes” she hissed back, leaning forward to kiss him.

Their tongues chased one another inside of their mouths, hot and delicious. Daryl had to admit, he liked kissing her.

In and out he went, in smooth, deep strokes… he felt the breath hitch in her throat and a wave of pleasure washed over him. Oh, but she was so tight and wet: Daryl loved fucking her.

“Oh my god, I love your big cock” Abby praised, holding on to him with her little hands.

“Not as much as I love your sweet pussy” he responded, the emotions of the moment swamping him.

Abby pressed her mouth to his, reveling in his lips and tongue…

When they came, it was together, in a rush of heat and fluid. They cried out in unison and held one another close.

It was Abby who moved first in the aftermath, grabbing hold of the wool blanket and pulling it over them: it was itchy, but it would keep them warm. Normally she would have kept her leg over his side, but since she was worried about adding pressure to his wound, she dismounted him, which made them both cry out in loss.

“Damn, girl” Daryl stated, shivering, “I’m sensitive…”

“Sorry” Abby retorted, snuggling close to him. “I just don’t want to put any extra pressure on that wound”

He closed his eyes and yawned: when he opened them, he found that Abby was gazing at him. “What?”

She wanted to tell him that she truly cared about him… but she just couldn’t do it, so instead she shook her head. “Nothing… just silly girl stuff”

Reaching out, Daryl caressed her cheek with the fingers of his left hand. “Did you know anybody in that barn today: besides Hershel’s wife?”

Abby nodded. “Some town folk… the walker that Rick was holding, he worked in the garage in town, used to work on my car. He was a real nice guy. Why do you ask?”

Daryl smiled. “Because when it came down to it, you were shooting right along with me… what is that you’ve got, a .45?”

“Yes… it was my Dad’s”

“You ain’t too bad with that gun”

Abby blushed at his roundabout praise. “I’m not as good as you, though… I can’t handle a shotgun”

“You could learn to handle it… it just has a lot of kick to it. Tends to hit you hard in the shoulder” To emphasize his point, Daryl gently pushed at her naked right shoulder with his fingertips. “Might bruise you at first”

“Think I’ll stick with the .45” she giggled, grabbing his wrist. Abby brought his fingers to her lips and playfully nipped at them.

“Hey, now” Daryl protested, gently pulling away. “Tell you what, if you don’t want to use a shotgun, how’s about I teach you to use my crossbow?”

She considered for a moment: he was trying to share something with her, which was completely new for their relationship. She knew that Daryl took pride in his hunting abilities, and rightly so. “I’d like that” Abby agreed, smiling.

“Good. We can start tomorrow morning if you like”

“Hopefully everyone will be back by then”

“You really worry about everyone, don’t you?” Daryl inquired.

Abby tenderly brushed a stray lock of his hair back into place on his forehead. “We all need each other” she explained. “Hershel has the medical knowledge, Rick is the leader of your people, and Glenn…”

“…Is a half-pint” Daryl supplied.

“Don’t say that, Maggie is beside herself right now… She would take a car and go looking for them if it wasn’t for Beth being sick… Maggie’s about as upset as I was when I realized that you were gone”

Daryl digested the information slowly… Abby had been worried about him when he was gone? “Were you afraid that I wouldn’t be around for our ‘bargain’?”

She looked up into his eyes suddenly. “It was more than that, Daryl… we need you… I need you”

“Girl, I was hoping to keep this on a business level… just the two of us getting together to take care of our needs…”

Abby nodded in understanding. It was her fault that she was falling for Daryl… she had started in this relationship on exactly the terms that he had mentioned, no strings attached. He couldn’t be blamed for her feelings. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Hell, no” he answered quickly.

“Would you mind terribly if I kissed you?” she queried sweetly, gazing up at him.

“That wouldn’t exactly be business, now would it?”

She lowered her eyes: he was right, and it wasn’t fair of her to put her expectations on him…

Daryl swooped down on her as she thought, kissing her full and deep. Hell if he was going to tell her that he had feelings for her: but he couldn’t help but to show it.

Abby mewed into the embrace, placing her hands on his chest. Oh, god, she thought, please let him let me love him…

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