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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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Abby went up to the farmhouse once they had returned from hunting. Maggie met her at the door.

“You were out again” Maggie stated, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at her friend.

Abby nearly giggled: Maggie looked so fierce. “I went out hunting… now I’m going to grab a sweater and go eat”

Maggie’s eyes got wide. “You’re not going to eat squirrel, are you?”

“Shh!” Abby ordered, turning her head and making sure that they were alone. “What do you have against him?” she whispered.

“He’s just… below you, Abby. He’s not your type”

This time, Abby did laugh. “Oh… for fuck’s sake, Maggie… Glenn’s not exactly your type, either”

“Glenn is smart, sweet…”

“I’m not going to argue with you, Maggie” Abby declared. “Can I borrow one of your sweaters or not?”

“Oh, Abby… of course you can” Maggie apologized, realizing that she had made Abby mad. “Look, I’m not trying to be a bitch, I’m just worried about you”

“There’s nothing to worry about” Abby declared, walking past Maggie and going upstairs.

In Maggie’s room, Abby found a black hoodie sweater. She also went into the duffel bag that she had brought from her house, grabbing two cigarettes and another chocolate bar. She didn’t say goodbye to Maggie or anyone else when she was done: she just left the house and headed to Daryl’s camp as the sun began to set.

By the time that she got there, she found that Daryl was wearing his jacket. He had also skinned and cleaned the squirrels and had them cooking over his fire.

“Hey” he stated, turning towards her as she took a seat next to him on the log by the fire.

“Hey” Abby greeted, smiling. Oh, but she was still angry with Maggie… was she saying that Daryl wasn’t smart? Abby KNEW that Daryl was smart, and it hurt her to think that anyone would think less of him just because of where he came from.

“What’s wrong?” Daryl asked, seeing the smile fall from Abby’s lips.

Abby shook her head. “Nothing… Maggie and I just had a fight”

He smirked, knowing what it was about. “She don’t like me much, does she?”

Abby was surprised: how did he know? “She’s just worried about me” she replied, gently defending her friend.

“Why? You can make your own decisions”

“Yeah” Abby stated, gazing into the flames.

“Although maybe she’s right… maybe I ain’t the best choice for you”

“Why do you say that?” Abby queried. “You’re a good choice. You’re smart, self-sufficient…”

“Hey, I’m not jumping on you, girl” Daryl retorted. He checked on the cooking meat, turning it. “I’m just saying, if the world was right, you wouldn’t want to be with a man like me”

“That’s not true” she averred. “Don’t you think for one second that I wouldn’t be with you”

Daryl chuckled sadly. “Girl, if we had met in a bar, what do you think would have happened?”

“Would you have approached me?”

He shook his head. “You’re too pretty, too smart… my friends would’ve told me to forget it, and your friends would’ve told you that I was white trash and not worth your time”

“My friend’s opinions aren’t mine” Abby declared, gazing at him. “I don’t care what they would’ve thought… I like you, Daryl, and I would like you even if the world was right”

He didn’t answer her, he just stared into the fire. He didn’t like to think about her not being his… Daryl could just see it, him in a bar with Merle and some of their friends, and Abby walking in with Maggie. Merle probably would’ve had the guts to go up to them, but not Daryl… no, he would’ve just sat there holding his beer, wishing that he could talk to her…

Abby’s heart was breaking for him, that he thought so little of himself. Reaching out with her right hand, she grasped his left…

Daryl was surprised by her touch. He knew that she was trying to console him, and normally he wouldn’t allow it: but her little hand felt so good around his that he didn’t break the contact.

At least, not until the squirrel meat was ready. Then he had to let go so that he could get it off of the fire and onto a plate. It was too hot to eat immediately, so he set the plate down on the ground.

“Gotta let it cool” he informed.

Abby decided to switch topics: it was growing dark now, and colder. She zipped up her hoodie. “You know, you never told me what happened the day that you went out looking for Sophia”

Daryl was quiet again, pushing at the fire with the large stick.

She thought that maybe she had overstepped her boundaries when suddenly he spoke up.

“Damn horse saw a snake, got spooked and threw me” he stated softly. “I fell down a ravine”

“Oh my god” Abby breathed, looking at him. “You’re lucky that you didn’t break a bone”

“Lucky? That shit hurt” Daryl replied, still gazing into the blaze. “I was trying to climb out of the ravine when I fell again and landed on an arrow: that’s how I pierced my side”

Abby couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him: he had been trying to do something noble, for christ’s sake! The very fact that he had been injured like that and still managed to get back to the farmhouse proved to her that he was a strong, determined man.

They ate their dinner in silence: Abby found that the squirrel meat wasn’t too gamey, it was actually nice. They shared water from Daryl’s canteen and then she broke out the cigarettes and chocolate.

“You’re just full of surprises” Daryl quipped as he lit his cigarette and handed her back the lighter. He nibbled on his chocolate as well, rolling the luxurious food over his tongue.

“Nah, we just pooled our resources” she answered, grinning at him. “You’ve been hunting for a while?”

He nodded. “My grandfather taught me, said it was something I should learn. Our dad was a drunk and grandpa didn’t want us to be like him”

Abby understood what he meant. Her father had been a farmer, but he had always wanted more for Abby. “My parents died my first semester at school” she piped up, inhaling from her cigarette. “My mother wasn’t crazy about my wanting to be a vet, but my dad was proud…” Abby paused, looking at the ground. “They died in a car crash out on route 80…”

Daryl gazed at her: oh, but she looked fragile and sad, and he didn’t like it.

She was about to take another puff from her cigarette when he pounced on her, kissing her deeply. Mmm, he tasted like chocolate mint from the combination of the chocolate and his cigarette… He let her up quickly, so fast that she almost asked him what the kiss had been for, but instead she kept quiet and just reveled in the fact that he had shown her, in his own way, compassion.

Daryl finished his cigarette, crushing it out underneath his boot while she did the same with hers. Dessert finished, Daryl stretched and poked at the fire a bit.

“Daryl?”

“Yes?”

“Take me to bed”

Oh, but how he wished that he could actually lay her down upon a mattress and peruse her… but being together in his tent would have to do. Daryl put out the fire as she watched and then he offered her his hand.

Abby took it gratefully, knowing that he would wipe away all of her fear and sadness with his body.

Once they were inside of the tent, Daryl zipped the flap closed and turned to look at her. She appeared so beautiful and needy that his heart skipped a beat.

“Abby” he whispered longingly, reaching out to touch her cheek with his right hand.

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, unzipping her hoodie and pushing the item off of her shoulders. Two could play at that game, and it wasn’t long before they were naked, trading kisses.

Abby reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock, gently stroking him.

Daryl moaned into their embrace and slid his left hand down between her legs, the heel of his hand putting pressure on her clit.

She opened her legs for him and sighed with bliss as he put his talented fingers inside of her.

Her little hand tightened around his shaft… “Girl…” he cried, placing kisses on her throat. “That feels so good…”

Abby responded by placing her mouth on his once more and rubbing her tongue to his.

For the longest while, they just kissed and caressed, sharing pleasure and listening to one another moan.

She was still concerned about his wounded side when he moved to climb over her, but she simply couldn’t tell him no. Daryl removed his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his dick, immediately filling her.

“Oh, god” Abby breathed, taking hold of his left wrist and sucking his fingers clean. “Oh, Daryl…”

He moved slowly, not because he felt any pain, but because it just seemed right. Daryl moved in and out in deep strokes, smiling when he realized that she was joining her hips to his.

Abby’s mind was blown: they weren’t just fucking, they were actually making love…

Daryl slid his right hand under the nape of her neck and held her close, kissing her just as tenderly as he moved. God, he had never gone so slow in his life, but it felt good.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him tight. There was so much that she wanted to say to him, so many things that she wanted to tell him. “Daryl, I…”

“No” he denied, pausing in his thrusts and angling up so that he could see her face. He knew exactly what was going to come out of her mouth, and he wasn’t sure that he was ready for it. “Can’t say it, not now with the world gone to hell. We could be over-run tomorrow…”

“But that’s exactly why I want to say it” she replied, touching his cheek. “I want you to know… I won’t tell anyone else, I promise”

“I don’t give a fuck if you tell anyone else, girl… I just… don’t want it said like it don’t matter…”

Beneath him, Abby smiled, tears in her eyes. God, maybe the poor man had never heard it before in his life. Well, she was about to change that. “It matters… I love you, Daryl Dixon. I love you…”

As her words permeated his brain, a wave of emotion flooded him. He realized that he cared about her, too… he cared a great deal. Whether he was ready to admit it or not, she was his girl…

Abby cried tears of happiness as he kissed her deeply and began to move once again, a little faster now. Oh, but he felt so good inside of her…

Her little fingers were in his hair: he liked the way that she held on to him. Daryl could feel his body peaking… his cock was twitching, ready to release his load, but he didn’t want to come before she did.

“Daryl…” she cried, sensing that he was holding back.

“Oh, girl… you gotta come for me, please…”

Pushing her hips upward and into his, it wasn’t long before she was on the edge. Abby came with a shout, not caring if anyone heard her or not: she just wanted Daryl to know what he made her feel.

When he felt her inner muscles clamp around him so sweetly, he lost control. Daryl came hard, his entire body spasming along with his cock, shooting deep inside of her. He emptied into her, collapsing on top of her body.

Abby didn’t mind his weight at all. As they both fought for breath, she ran her fingertips over his back and stared at the ceiling of the tent.

Daryl enjoyed the way that she touched him, her arms holding him close while she explored his skin. He reveled in her touch for a long moment and then decided that he should move before he crushed her. Daryl rolled them onto their sides, keeping her right leg over his waist so that he wouldn’t break their connection.

“Your wound…” Abby tried, moving to take her leg from him and dismount him.

“No” he retorted, grabbing hold of her leg to stop her. “I want to stay inside of you”

She wondered if he realized that he was being romantic… Abby snuggled close to him for warmth, smiling when he kissed her tenderly.

“What’re you smiling about, girl?” Daryl teased, grinning himself.

“This is nice…”

“Hm” he responded, absentmindedly brushing a lock of her hair from her shoulder. “Fucking me is nice?”

She blushed despite herself, hiding her face against his chest. “It’s more than nice, Daryl… I was talking about being with you, out here in this tent…”

“Well, we certainly couldn’t carry on like we do in the house” he agreed.

“You know what I’m trying to say” Abby answered, trailing her right hand down his chest. Oh, but the lithe muscle of him felt good under her fingertips. “Or do you want me to say it again?”

Daryl thought for a moment: it WAS nice to hear… but he wasn’t about to tell her that. He had too much pride…

Abby, on the other hand, didn’t. She knew that she was in love with him, and she wasn’t the least bit ashamed of it. Pulling back a bit, she looked up into his eyes and whispered, “I love you, Daryl”

God help him, but his heart swelled once more at her words, and he smiled.

She closed her eyes when he kissed her deeply, mewing in the back of her throat.

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