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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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They returned to the farm house for the meeting at sunset. Abby stood beside Daryl as Dale made a last-ditch effort to save Randall’s life. She admired Dale for his convictions, but her mind was set: Randall was dangerous and he had to be executed.

As they stood there and the discussion raged, Daryl took hold of Abby’s hand, squeezing her little fingers with his own. It was a showing of affection and possession that Abby wasn’t expecting: it made her want to kiss him.

Despite Dale’s protestations, it was decided that Randall would die that night. Dale said that he would have no part of it and would rather roam the grounds of the farm. On his way out of the house, he stopped by Daryl and said, “You’re right, this group IS broken”

The words stung Abby’s senses… she remembered that Daryl had uttered them, but she hadn’t expected them to be tossed back at her lover.

“Daryl, I need your help tonight” Rick stated, placing his hands on his hips.

“You got it” Daryl replied, grasping his crossbow’s strap with his left hand.

“You too, Shane” Rick continued.

Shane only nodded.

“It goes down when it gets dark”

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Abby was carrying her duffel bag out of Maggie’s room when Maggie stopped her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m moving out with Daryl” Abby responded, lifting her chin to show her resolve in case Maggie argued with her.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Maggie queried.

Abby sighed. “Maggie, the safest place to be is beside him”

Lowering her eyes to the floor, Maggie nodded. “I feel that way about Glenn… I mean, it’s not the same, I know, Glenn’s not a badass like Daryl is, but… I understand”

“We’ll still be friends” Abby stated softly.

“Of course… We just chose a couple of guys”

Abby laughed gently. “They aren’t exactly like each other, are they?”

Maggie met her friend’s eyes and giggled along with her. “No, they’re not”

“You know, I love him, Maggie”

“I know… I can see it when you look at him” Maggie smiled. “I just hope that he’s everything that you want him to be”

“He is… and more. One of these days I’ll tell you all about it”

“You promise?”

“Yeah… Are you okay?”

Maggie shrugged. “This whole killing thing makes me nervous”

Abby nodded in understanding. “I know what you mean, but I really don’t believe that we have a choice”

“I honestly don’t remember that guy: but he remembers us, it’s strange…”

“We’ve got to protect the farm” Abby answered firmly. God, but she sounded like Daryl…

“You’re right… I guess I’ll see you later”

“I won’t be far away: I promise you”

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Abby carried her belongings down to Daryl’s camp and let him rifle through them as the sun grew low.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you just grabbed stuff and came here to the farm” Daryl breathed as he went through her bag. “You’ve got chocolate, cigarettes, underwear… you don’t wear underwear…”

“Not around you” she teased, sitting down on the log as he squatted next to her.

“It’s a damn shame… some of these are pretty…”

Abby watched as he lifted up a pair of white lace panties: she couldn’t help but to laugh at the devious look he gave her. “Like you wouldn’t just tear those off of me” she snorted.

“Girl, that’s half the fun” Daryl answered, twirling the lace around his fingers.

Abby giggled and took her panties away from him. Daryl returned to her bag, finding that she had plenty of ammo for her gun.

“Well, at least you were thinking straight in one way” he mused, checking the two clips that he found, along with another full box of ammo. “It’s not a lot, but it should do”

“I’m glad that you approve”

“I wish your whole bag was full of ammo” Daryl added, helping himself to a cigarette.

Abby handed him her lighter and watched him ignite it. “How will you do it?” she asked, switching topics back to Randall.

Daryl looked at her as he blew away a mouthful of smoke. “I’m not sure… I think that Rick wants to shoot him…”

She nodded in understanding. “Can I have a puff?”

He grinned devilishly and sat down next to her on the log. Daryl inhaled and then leaned close to her, kissing her.

Abby inhaled off of him as they embraced, literally purring against him. She slowly blew the smoke away when he let her go. “Damn, Daryl…”

“I know a few tricks” he answered, placing his left hand on her knee. He squeezed her flesh gently.

“You’d better stop while you’re ahead” Abby warned, trying to tell him that he was turning her on.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to play?”

“Of course I want to play” she whispered back, “But you’ve got work to do: it’s almost dark”

“Fuck” Daryl swore. He knew that she was right: oh well, there would be plenty of time later… Daryl handed her his half-smoked cigarette. “Here… I’ll be back”

Abby stood when he did and put her arms around him, giving him a big hug. It surprised her when he returned it and then kissed her goodbye.

“See you, girl: you keep an eye out until I get back”

She smiled softly. “See you, Daryl”

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Daryl knew what his job was, and he relished in it. It was like the old days with Merle running the show, except now it was Rick who was in control. Daryl led Randall to the old walker barn which was to be his place of execution, pushing the blindfolded man ahead of him.

Once inside of the barn, Daryl pushed Randall down onto his knees as Rick aimed at his head.

“Any final words?” Rick asked.

Randall sobbed and said something incoherent that sounded like, “Please, no…”

Standing a bit behind Rick and next to Shane, Daryl braced himself for the shot…

“Do it, Dad… shoot him”

Daryl whipped himself around to the barn door, where he found Carl standing. For Christsake, the kid was staring at all of them, eager to see death. Daryl was about to tell Carl to go away, but Shane got to it first…

“Get rid of him” Rick stated, pointing at Randall.

Daryl grabbed Randall quickly and hoisted him up, dragging him away from the barn as Rick went to talk to his child.

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Down at Daryl’s camp, Abby sat on the log, a small fire going in front of her. She was expecting to hear a gunshot any second: that would signal the end of Randall. She honestly couldn’t remember him from school, but back then she had been too concerned with her studies. Like all the girls from around here, she dreamed of getting away to the big city, finding a good man and starting a life for herself… Abby couldn’t help but to laugh: she had found a good man, but he was anything but big city. Daryl was a country boy, no, face it, he was a redneck.

But he was the best damn man that she had ever met. He didn’t have book smarts, true… he was a survivalist… but Abby couldn’t think of anyone else in their ragtag group that she would rather tie herself to, and there certainly wasn’t anyone that she would rather have a relationship with.

No, she loved Daryl, she knew it deep in her soul. They were meant for each other in this screwed up world. A redneck and a college girl… who would have thought?

Abby wished that she could hear the gunshot, wished that it was over with and that Daryl was back with her. She needed him…

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Daryl had strung up Randall in the spare barn. Maybe Rick hadn’t had the guts to take care of things, but he sure as hell did. Taking out his knife, he put the blade to Randall’s throat, ready to cut the kid from ear to ear…

And then he heard the screaming. Daryl secured Randall as quickly as he could and headed out towards the sound…

Sitting down at the camp site, Abby snapped her head up when she heard the howling. Drawing her gun, she stood up, fear striking her heart, and she listened for the source of the noise. Goddamn, it was close… Carefully, her heart beating fiercely in her chest, she started to run towards the screaming.

Daryl got there first, his eyes quickly assessing what was going on: Dale lay on the ground, crying out as a walker lay above him, ripping his belly to shreds. Daryl didn’t think, he just acted, running forward and tackling the geek with brutal force. He knocked the walker off of Dale and sent his blade directly into the monster’s head, destroying it…

Abby had just gotten there and knowing that her lover had dispatched the walker, she ran to Dale’s side and knelt beside him. “Daryl, get help!” she screamed.

“Hey, over here!” Daryl yelled, motioning to the others who, attracted by the sounds, were running towards the site.

A quick assessment of the wound told Abby that nothing could be done for Dale and she began to weep: but the nurse inside of her kicked in so that she held Dale’s hand and whispered words of comfort to him.

Rick made it to the site before Hershel, staring down at Dale and then calling for the Vet. Andrea slid in to Abby’s spot, knocking her away and taking Dale’s hand. Abby felt two big hands take hold of her shoulders and hoist her up: it was Daryl. Clinging to him after she turned around, Abby whispered in his ear, “He won’t make it… he’s just suffering”

“Girl?” Daryl whispered back.

Oh god, she could hear the sadness in his voice and it hurt her so much that she began to sob. “He won’t… he won’t…” Abby whined.

“Rick, there’s nothing I can do” Hershel stated softly, having just looked over Dale.

Andrea looked from Abby to Hershel and back again… “Do something! Do something, he’s suffering!”

The rest of the group was standing around in a circle as Rick took his gun from his side and pointed it at Dale… oh god, no, he couldn’t do it. It was just too much…

Daryl looked into Abby’s eyes in the moonlight and saw that indeed, there was no way out. Walking over and standing next to Rick, he took the Sheriff’s gun away from him and pointed it down at Dale. “Sorry, brother” Daryl breathed.

Dale’s last act was to lift his head, pressing his forehead to the end of the gun, begging to be put out of his misery. When Abby saw this, she turned around so that she couldn’t see him…

Daryl pulled the trigger and sent a bullet into Dale’s brain.

Abby did her best to stay on her feet, but she fell to her knees, sobbing. The sound of the crying women folk penetrated the night… Dale was gone now.

Daryl gave Rick his gun back and turned to Abby, gently picking her up so that she was on her feet again. “Buck up” he whispered to her sadly, pressing his lips to the crown of her head, his arm around her shoulder.

She wanted to sob, but she obeyed him, somehow managing to swallow the pain and remain on her feet. Abby wiped at her tears and sniffled.

“What do we do now?” Andrea asked, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, god…”

“We bury Dale” Rick stated, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground. “We take turns guarding, walking the perimeter…”

“I’ll go first” Daryl offered.

“WE’LL go first” Abby corrected.

“Girl…” Daryl protested.

“I’m not leaving your side” she denied quietly, gazing into his eyes.

“Okay” he agreed. Daryl turned back to Rick. “I need to get my crossbow from the barn and we’re good”

Rick nodded. “Lock up Randall. You two go for three hours, then come get me and Shane, we’ll take second shift”

“Abby, you and Daryl take the sick room in the house when you get back” Hershel piped up.

Abby blushed. “I…”

“I’m not having anyone sleeping outside of the house anymore” Hershel proclaimed. “Tomorrow morning, everyone is moving in”

“Yes, sir” Abby accepted. “Thank you”

Hershel smiled sadly. “You’re like family… it’s yours”

Saying their goodbyes for the time being, Abby and Daryl walked back down to the walker barn and collected his crossbow.

“Girl, are you sure about this: going on watch with me?” Daryl asked, checking his crossbow.

Abby inspected her gun and answered him. “Very sure… I moved down with you to be closer to you, and that’s what I’m going to be: close to you. Call it a selfish desire to survive…” She couldn’t help herself: she laughed… but her joy quickly turned into tears. Before long she was sobbing again, unable to keep from weeping. Abby covered her face with her left hand…

Daryl reached out and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to his body. He didn’t know what to say: he was still in shock himself, but he knew that he wanted to ease her pain. He kissed her forehead…

Abby wrapped her arms around him and held him close, crying into his shoulder. “I’m sorry” she sobbed, “I know I should be strong”

“Girl, you just be you” he replied, brushing his chin against the top of her head.

Oh, but she loved him. He wasn’t good at consoling (it was probably true that no one had ever consoled him in his life) but he was trying. Pulling back, she kissed him deeply, transferring her wet tears onto his face.

Daryl was breathing hard when she let him go… god help him, but her need was so palpable that it made him want to fuck her to soothe her wounded soul. “Come on, we better get going” he ordered, doing his best to rein himself in.

Abby nodded and followed him out…

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“You have some blood on you”

Abby had just closed the sick room door, and she followed Daryl’s line of sight to her stomach. Dale’s blood was on her white shirt, sticking to her like a horrid reminder of what had happened. Gazing at the red stain, she felt the veil of numbness that she had been living in for the last three hours fade away. “I should, uh… clean up”

Daryl had taken off his jacket and laid his crossbow against the chair by the bed: her tone of voice made his head snap up. He watched her go into the bathroom and silently draw some water into the closed sink.

She had her hoodie off by the time that he got to her. Abby planned to just take the shirt underneath it off, but it was stuck to her skin.

“Let me” Daryl announced, coming up behind her. With his large hands, he took hold of the hem of her shirt and gently raised it upward.

The bloodstain was dried and crusty: a few tears fell from her eyes as Daryl pulled the shirt up and over her head, though whether it was from reliving Dale’s death or because of how tender he was being, she wasn’t sure.

Daryl dropped the clothing to the floor, leaving her in her bra, and took the washrag that she was holding, dipping it into the cold water of the basin and lathering the cloth with some soap. “Turn towards me”

Abby obeyed, watching as if from outside of herself as he washed her belly.

He cleansed her skin slowly, not wanting to shock her with the coldness of the water… and because, frankly, he had never done this before, never taken care of another person.

Thinking he was done, Abby moved to get a towel to dry herself…

“Hold on… you’ve got a smudge on your face…”

She remained still for him, allowing him to wipe away the little bit of blood that was on her cheek. She cried despite herself, her tears hot upon her skin. “Daryl?”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell did we do to deserve this: humanity, I mean?”

It was a deep question, and it made him start. Rinsing the dirty rag in the sink, he shrugged. “I don’t know, girl… S’pose you could ask what DIDN’T we do. All the wars, people dying… we fucked up this planet something royal”

Abby reached for a towel and dried herself off. “So this is god’s punishment?”

Daryl let the water out of the sink and looked at her. “Somehow, I don’t think that god had anything to do with this… Somehow, I think we did this to ourselves and now it’s survival of the fittest”

“Safety in numbers?”

He thought for a moment, undoing the buttons on his shirt. “For now… though I don’t trust Shane worth a shit: can’t afford to now that I know what he’s capable of”

Abby nodded in agreement as he removed his shirt: for the first time ever, she saw the tattoo that he had on the inside of his right bicep. “What’s that?”

Daryl lifted his arm and showed her the mark on his skin. “It’s a demon”

Reaching out with her right index figure, she absentmindedly traced the tattoo. “I like it… except you’re not a demon”

Smiling at her, he asked, “You sure, girl?”

Him and his sweet, dirty mind: she giggled through her tears. “Honestly, Daryl…”

“Honestly, girl” he answered, leaning his face in close to hers. “We’ve got a bed now”

Abby wiped away her tears and stepped close to him, kissing him. Oh, but Daryl had been waiting to embrace her again ever since they had gone out on patrol: he wrapped his arms around her bare waist and pulled her flush against him, growling into their kiss.

“Shh” Abby reprimanded, pulling her lips from his. “We’re not alone in this house”

“Let them hear us… might make some of them rethink their priorities”

She tried not to giggle, but failed miserably. “Damn it, Daryl…”

“Damn it, Daryl” he mocked, working at the hooks on her bra. “Come on, girl, don’t be shy… fuck me…”

Oh, what did it matter? Abby kissed him once more, sliding her fingers into his hair after he pushed her bra off of her frame.

Undoing one another’s belt, now that was a trick: Abby had a gun on hers and Daryl had his knife on his. Although they got out of their pants, he held on to her gun, carrying it with them as he moved her towards the bed.

Abby turned off the lamp on the nightstand and broke away from him to undo her boots. Daryl took the chance to undo his as well, placing her gun on the nightstand closest to him.

When they were finally naked, they pressed their bodies together and fell to the bed, rolling upon the clean quilt that covered the mattress.

They kissed tenderly, Daryl cupping her face in his hands.

“I need you” Abby confessed in between kisses.

“I know, girl”

He didn’t say it with conceit: it was said with a compassion that made her melt. She needed him and his body to wipe away what she had seen that night, to ease the pain that threatened to reduce her into sobs…

“Daryl” she sighed, placing her hands on his chest. He reached between her legs and slid two fingers inside of her, expertly finding her g-spot. Abby lifted her hips up off of the bed and arched her back. “I love you…”

Oh, but that was just what he wanted to hear. Daryl worked his fingers inside of her as they continued to kiss, groaning when her little hand encircled his shaft and she began to stroke him. God, but getting ready to fuck was so good… Abby was wet around his fingers, and he placed his thumb on her clit, which made her jump.

“Shit” she swore, pushing at his chest, “Don’t stop, Daryl… please…”

“I’m not stopping until you come for me” he averred, kissing her deeply.

Abby wanted to keep stroking him, but he had her mindless in mere seconds. The fear and confusion of the day melted away and her body went slack for a moment before tightening up again in pleasure. “Love you” she managed to whine.

His poor, tortured girl… Living on this farm, she hadn’t seen some of the brutality that he had: she certainly hadn’t seen anything like what happened to Dale before. Daryl could only think that he had to take care of her, had to ease her by fucking her. Besides, it was hot as hell to be in control of her pussy, to manipulate her with his fingers and thumb.

Orgasm crashed over her hard: she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Her entire body spasmed from head to toe, over and over again. For his part, Daryl held her close and watched the pleasure play over her face in the moonlight. She was beautiful, so very beautiful… and all his.

“You are so fucking hot” he complimented, removing his fingers from her and sucking them clean.

Abby grabbed onto his shoulders and kissed him deeply, twining her tongue with his. “Fuck me” she pleaded, pulling him over her, “Fuck me hard… oh, please…”

Damn, she didn’t have to ask twice. Daryl was hard as a rock, and his cock was begging for her sweet pussy. He happily slid into her, filling her completely.

They began to move together, Abby meeting his hard thrusts with ones of her own. The sick bed creaked beneath them, but neither of them cared: their need for pleasure with one another was too great. They kissed deeply…

It was Abby who came first, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She wailed into Daryl’s shoulder, biting down into his flesh. God help him, but it really turned him on and he lost it, coming in deep, throbbing waves. He grunted and growled, returning her bite with one of his own into the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder…

In the afterglow, she cried: not with sadness, but with incredible happiness. She had never been with a man who was so in tune with her body and so giving in bed… and to think how he hid his tender side from the world…

Daryl didn’t ask her why she was crying: he was pretty amazed by the intensity of their coupling as well. Instead, he pressed lazy kisses to her face, licking away her tears.

“Love you” Abby whispered, kissing him full on the mouth one more time and then tucking her head under his chin.

“Girl…” he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. At the moment, he was incapable of saying anything more.

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