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Forever Rising Phoenix	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 7147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT, AMC, ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! I am on a roll with this story! There's a tiny lemon in here as well as some kick ass zombie action! I was cracking up once again writing some bits of this chapter, I think I'm really doing well having my own spin with the characters. AGAIN, What would be the point of FanFiction if some of the characters always resembled how they were on the shows? If you don't like my story or have a problem with my writing style, then don't bother reading it.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, JELLY BELLY, BARBIE GIRL, OR RAY OF LIGHT. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), DAVID KLEIN AND THE JELLY BELLY COMPANY, AQUA, AND MADONNA, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT
Chapter Eight: Leap Forward
Delilah looked at him for a second before doubling over laughing. "That's too funny! You've got quite the imagination there, Rick. Is that a fantasy you want me to fulfill?" She narrowed her eyes at him and he grinned.
"No, but I'll let you know when I do." He winked at her and turned his sights back on the road…
An Hour Later…
The car ride was silent with the exception of the stereo, they were already in Lone Oak. Delilah gazed out the window, leaning against it with her elbow propped up and her head resting in her hand, Judith's words ringing in her head and Carl's face etched into her mind.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She turned her head and saw that Rick was glancing over at her. "I don't think currency is applicable now, I'll give it to you free of charge. I can't stop thinking about what happened before we left. The look on Carl's face killed me. Haven't you been thinking about it?"
He had been trying to push it out of his mind, but again, it was something inescapable. "A little."
"He looked like one of those kids in a Norman Rockwell painting. It broke my heart, and it made me think of something. Again, not trying to be presumptuous, but if our relationship progresses and the time comes for us to start telling people, how's he going to take it? It will crush him, it's obvious that he isn't entirely over losing his mother."
Rick heavily sighed, knowing she was right. "Well, keep in mind, this isn't the real world, I can't just send him off to therapy. Either way, it's been long enough since Lori's passing that it's acceptable and expected of me to get back into dating again. I know he's in pain, but he's matured a lot as well. Carl will have to adjust to whomever I end up with, and as of now, that's you, Delilah."
She smiled on the inside at his statement, that she was the one he was ending up with, but Delilah still felt a little uneasy. "We can't force it on him, though. My mom always told me and my sister that if we didn't like whatever guy she was dating, she'd dump them because we were the deciding factor, and a couple of times she did. It was an instance where she put our happiness before her own. While it's important that the kids are happy, it's also imperative that you are, too."
"I get the point, but both the kids love you, you know that. Carl will just need to accept our relationship, even if he doesn't like us being together, that's the only thing to it." Even though it was perfectly understandable, it was also unhealthy for them to be holding on for so long. Rick had been able to move on and Carl needed to also, for his own well being. "I think he'll be more upset over the fact that I'm with you and he's not, but again, something he'll have to accept." Delilah wanly laughed, but still wasn't entirely convinced. Rick grabbed her hand, making her look at him. "Hey, it's going to be alright. Whatever hurdles we're faced with, we're going to take them on together." Delilah brought Rick back to life when he was at his lowest point, she rescued him from the darkness, he would take on the world for her. He kissed the back of her hand and squeezed it before letting go, turning his attention back to the road.
Delilah smiled over at him. Rick really was a one of a kind guy, incredibly altruistic and doting, but they were similar in the aspect of putting others before themselves. She couldn't help but wonder if he would have pursued her in a non-apocalyptic world, but that didn't matter, because she had him now, and it was the only thing worth counting. "I know we will. Let's just promise that when we are ready, that we'll sit Carl down and tell him before anybody else, alright?"
"That sounds perfect to me." He smiled at her and she finally gave him one of her mega watt grins. Rick loved how she was concerned and looked out for the kids. He knew that Delilah would be a good mother, whether it was with his kids or her kids with another man or their own kids… was he really thinking that far ahead?!
"Oh, I love this song!" Delilah turned up the volume and started car seat dancing and singing along to "Barbie Girl" by Aqua.
What am I thinking? She's still a kid herself. It was one of the rare times her age seeped through, but he couldn't help but start laughing, which made her look over at him.
"What's so funny?"
He shook his head, calming the laughter down. "Nothing, I just haven't heard this song in years."
"That was one of my nicknames in school, "Brunette Barbie", because I was always so fashionable and bubbly. I was always compared to blondes. "Brunette Barbie", "Brunette Kristin Chenoweth". It was kind of ridiculous, I've never been able to find a Barbie doll that looks even remotely close to me. A lot of people thought that I was putting up a front, but it was how I really was and still am to this day."
Without having to try, Delilah always knew how to make people laugh or smile, even if it was somebody she just met for the first time, like the day she found him and Carl.
"That's how you've always been as long as I've known you, being true to yourself. Did you have a Ken boyfriend?"
Delilah scoffed at his statement. "Pfft, no. I once dated a guy who idolized Ken doll though, said he wanted to name his son Ken Jr. Billy was more like Sporty Ken. Did you know that there was a girl and guy that literally turned themselves into a real life Barbie and Ken?"
Rick made a face at that. "Really? That's creepy."
"It was creepy! The girl was my age and insisted that the only plastic surgery she had were breast implants. Yeah, right, and I wear an A cup bra. Her body looked deformed. The guy spent over a hundred thousand dollars in plastic surgery procedures. They were both horrifying to look at. I heard they met and hated each other. He said she looked like a drag queen and she said he was ugly. I can't help but think of all the rich bitches that are probably freaking out that they can't get their monthly collagen and botox injections because of the zombie apocalypse. I knew a lot of them, too."
They both laughed over that. "I don't think I have."
Delilah raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, come on! Haven't you seen The Real Housewives of Atlanta? They're everywhere!"
Rick rolled his eyes. "That crap? I'm sad to say that yes, I have seen it." He remembered catching Lori watching it a couple of times, he got a kick out of the crazed and obviously staged fights the women would get into, but he thought it was ridiculous.
"It's a total sham, but hilarious and entertaining nonetheless. My mom and I used to watch it. Bottom line, there's plenty of women who get filler and now they're probably mistaken for nombies because they look scary."
He chuckled. "That's a little extreme, don't you think?"
"No, they look like crap without it. Anyways, being with a Ken or Barbie is so cliché, it's like the unattainable image of perfection people spend their whole lives chasing and never get. You're cuter than Ken doll, Rick, and I happen to know that you're anatomically correct." He started laughing for a moment, before noticing that her hand was rubbing his crotch. Delilah had a mischievous glint in her eyes, which made all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"Whatcha doing down there, little lady?" Except he knew what she was doing and he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop her.
"Well, since you ended up getting unintentionally blue balled last night, I decided to take it upon myself to get you off now. I know it's not dancing on a cop car, I'll get to that later, but getting road head is every guy's fantasy. If they tell you it's not, they're lying." Delilah started undoing his pants. Rick was a little tense, he had always wanted road head but never got it. He started nervously laughing as she got down on her knees in the space between the seats.
"Wait." She looked up at him. "Are you sure? You're comfortable doing this and the position you're in isn't a problem?"
Delilah really loved how considerate Rick was. Any other guy would have been shoving her head down on his dick, but not him. She smiled sincerely. "Yes, yes, yes. You're so sweet to ask. It's not as if you have to worry about getting pulled over, it's like getting a regular blowjob, you just have to keep your eyes on the road at all times." She pulled his already hard member through the hole of his boxer briefs, seeing a dollop of shiny pre cum leaking from the tip. Somebody's eager. That's how I like them. "Prepare for one hell of a ride, Sheriff."
Rick decided to let her take complete control as she stuck his head in her mouth, repeating the actions from last night. This time, she got all the way down to the top of his groin, which made him grunt excitedly. It's going to be impossible to concentrate, this feels amazing. He was hoping he'd be able to hold out and not come in her mouth, it had been a very long time since he was sexually active and wouldn't be surprised if he had developed a premature ejaculation problem.
Delilah deep throated him, swirling her tongue all around like his phallus was a Big Stick popsicle. It was killing him not to watch her, he could feel her head moving in all different directions, the thought of watching her was turning him on more. Rick was breaking out in a sweat, his toes curling and his fingers wrapping themselves firmly around the steering wheel from her taking him in all the way, groaning all the while. His eyes kept threatening to close on him to further take pleasure in this, but he kept them open. She started stroking him in sync with her sucking, alternating the speeds. Soft strokes, hard sucking, hard strokes, soft sucking, it was out of this world. Rick noticed that she was moaning with him in her mouth and could feel him halfway down her throat. The road was a little bumpy, which increased the vibrations, and all the excited pressure within him rose to the top.
"AHH, FUCK! DE-LI-LAH!"
Rick's eyes dilated so wide he was afraid they would burst out of his sockets. He quivered and let out elongated groans as his dick started spasming, a mad paintbrush angrily splashing a blank canvas, but the canvas was her mouth and the paint was his cum. It was such a mind altering release of all the built up sexual frustration over the years that he felt almost exhausted once he was finished.
Delilah tucked his member back into his boxer briefs and sat up as Rick kept panting, her cheeks puffed out, looking like Chip n Dale Rescue Rangers. She rolled the window down, spitting his seed out onto the road, before rolling the window up and unwrapping a lollipop, putting it in her mouth as she turned up the stereo, bopping along to Madonna's "Ray of Light". His breathing finally went back to normal, but he definitely felt like he was on Cloud Nine from that fantastic blow job. Delilah swirled and sucked on the lollipop just like she did with his dick not only a minute ago. She looked over at him, removing the sucker and smiled.
"I hope that was everything you wanted it to be and more." Delilah's lips, teeth, and tongue were stained blue. Rick caught a glimpse of her face and started laughing, she looked so ridiculous and adorable, but he was also laughing because he was elated. The word to describe how he felt escaped him, but in this moment, he felt free and clear headed. Delilah tilted her head to side. "What's so funny?"
"You look like you just made out with a Smurf."
Delilah looked in the mirror and snickered. "Oh, my gosh! You're right, I do! My mom never let me have the blue or green suckers because of this, I completely forgot." She laughed as she licked her lips, tasting the sour of the lollipop and the saltiness of his cum.
"I can see why. Thank you, Delilah. That was… I can't even find a word to use, my mind is blown."
Delilah smirked. "Mind blowing, huh? That's quite the compliment. You don't have to thank me, it was my pleasure and I'd gladly do it again." She winked at him before looking out and seeing a sign. "Oh, there's a Target in two more miles! Let's stop there." Delilah smiled before going back to singing along to Madonna. Rick shook his head, smiling, and set his eyes back on the road.
TARGET
Rick pulled into the parking lot, noticing a few walkers. This was the first time he left Jellbany since arriving, it had been a while. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath and reached for his gun, but saw out of the corner of his eye that Delilah was pulling something out of her backpack. "What is that?"
She pulled out a rainbow swirled baton that had glitter on the inside and sharp metal spiked black balls at each end. "I call it a Mandala Baton. The spikes are sharp enough to poke an eye out, they'll get through a nombie head." Delilah stuck her upper body out the window and started twirling the baton.
SPLAT!
The spikes landed straight into the walker's head, with the other side of the baton decapitating it. Rick drove around, doing the same thing with the other few walkers, until they were done and parked the truck. The whole incident reminded him of the asshole baseball players on the high school team that would go driving around knocking mailboxes off their stands to practice swinging.
"Where did you get that?" He asked as they stepped out. Delilah slid on her backpack and looked down at the Mandala Baton, smirking.
"Before I found Javier and Matt, I took refuge in a dance studio, the baton was on display. Madison raided a sex shop as a joke on one of her runs and brought back a bundle of sex toys, including balls and chains. I super glued the balls to the end and sharpened the spikes. Lucky for me, Caroline was a competitive baton twirler, so she trained me. I also remembered how the lead male dancer used to spin his gun in a production of The Steadfast Tin Soldier that I danced in."
"Very impressive." Rick zipped his pants up, feeling like Bambi walking for the first time, his legs were a little wobbly from the road head. He didn't want Delilah to see him in a weakened state, so he pulled himself together. "Aren't you worried about getting injured using it?"
"I was a little at first, but once I improved in training, I no longer had a reason to be scared." Delilah was lucky that the scratches she received at the beginning of training had healed, and that it was before she used it on walkers. The spiked baton and the boomerang blade were both very unique weapons and she loved having them. She walked past Rick, who was once again staring at her butt. God, she's got a great ass. He thought to himself. "I swear, I never thought-" Delilah was cut off when Rick grabbed her hand, pulling her over to him and giving her a kiss. When they separated, she looked at him with a confused smile. "What was that for?"
He shrugged. "No reason, just because." The sweetness in his action made her heart swoon. "Sorry, I cut you off, what were you saying?"
She was so distracted by his answer that she almost forgot what she was saying. "Oh, right. I was saying that I never thought I'd be happy to see a Target again."
"Why's that?" They started walking up to the store. The ground was completely covered in debris. Newspapers everywhere, broken glass, empty bullet shells, blood, food wrappers, it looked like somebody had unloaded a trash truck into the parking lot.
"I never really warmed up to Target. When I was a baby and my mom would take me with her, whenever I'd see that red and white bulls eye, I'd start screaming my head off. Then, when I was four or five years old, I asked my mom where Alice went after leaving Wonderland, and she said Target. Why she didn't just say Fry's Electronics, I'll have no idea, she only said that to get me into the store. Lastly, they rejected me for a job, and that's why I hate Target."
Rick scoffed, finding himself smiling more when he was around Delilah. "Wow, those are some pretty odd reasons to hate Target."
"It doesn't matter, now it feels like Neiman Marcus."
They walked into the store to see the inside looking even more hellish than the outside. Shelves knocked down to the floor with the contents spilled everywhere, empty soda cans, more blood, more broken glass, a few piles of cockroaches and ants on the floor. Delilah and Rick looked around in awe. "Jesus Christ, it looks like ground zero in here." That wasn't even the worst of it, as they noticed a small group of nombies began walking toward them, at least three of them were wearing the Target uniform of a red shirt and black slacks. "Shit." She mumbled under her breath, looking over to see Rick grabbing his gun, and slung her backpack off. "Here, hold onto my backpack. I've got this one. Save the bullets, the baton will be better." Delilah tossed him her backpack and ran off towards the group.
"Wait, don't!" Except he wasn't able to stop her and he felt fearful. Delilah stood in front of the group, twirling the baton back and forth. They walked closer to her and she started spinning around, twirling the baton faster, the spikes landing in the first walker head. The baton was like a pinwheel, rolling over into the next walker head and hacking them off, until they were on the ground. Delilah was like a samurai, so graceful and lithe. The way she performed with the Mandala Baton made Rick immediately think of Michonne and her katana, hoping they'd find her soon. He had a feeling that the two of them would be a lethal duo. Rick began to calm down, until he saw two of the zombies rise up behind her, their heads slightly hanging off their necks. Delilah could tell by the look on his face that she wasn't finished. She turned around and ran off to the nearest check stand. Delilah jumped from the electronic belt to the top of one of the still standing shelves.
"Hey, half headed morons, look at me." The walkers turned to see her jump down from the shelf. "HU-UH!" As she was about to hit the ground, whilst still midair, she kicked her legs out in the splits, knocking their heads off their necks. Delilah landed in a crouch position, ninja style, one knee up and one hand pressed to the ground while her right arm was raised behind her back holding the baton, smiling at the splattering sound of nombie heads hitting the floor. She got up, flipping her hair behind her shoulders, and walked back over to Rick, his mouth slightly agape. "Thanks for holding that for me." Delilah grabbed her backpack and put it on her shoulders, looking over to see him still in amazement. "What?"
He scoffed, surprised. This girl was too good to be true. Most females would have been worn out from performing fellatio, but Delilah had enough stamina to do that and fight like Catwoman. "Where the hell did you learn to do all that?"
Delilah smiled. "Sailor Moon. Who else? Come on, we don't have time to waste and we still have to check to see if there's anymore of these freaks here." She waved her hand and started walking.
Rick shook his head in disbelief, but chuckled. "You are something of another, Delilah Daltrey."
She smiled to herself, knowing she had just earned major points. "As are you, Rick Grimes. As are you."
After spending ten minutes searching the place and killing four more walkers, Rick and Delilah got to work on what to take, only what was needed, deciding to make a stock run out of it even though they were only there for one thing. Surprisingly, there was a moderate amount of supplies left, considering the store looked like it had been ransacked clean when they walked inside. Rick grabbed more batteries, lighters, flashlights, tools, canned food, and bottled water while Delilah got clothes for the adults and kids, bedding, towels, toiletries, and diapers. The truck was almost halfway filled, except Rick hadn't seen Delilah sneaking off with toys for the kids and hiding them in the back. She giggled to herself, always trying to bring them back a surprise whenever she went on a run. This damn disaster robbed them of their futures and took away life as they knew it, they more than deserved some joy whenever possible.
Rick returned to the pharmaceutical aisle after unloading medicine and medical supplies into the truck, walking over to the section that had condoms. He stared pensively at the multiple varieties, it had been at least five years since he had to buy condoms, and the wide array was starting to make his head spin. Extra Sensitive, Ultra Sensitive, Natural Feeling, Tropical, ENZ, Ecstasy, Fire & Ice, Ribbed For Her Pleasure. Rick had always been a rider of the Trojan horse, but he found himself clueless as to what Delilah liked. Did she like Trojan, Durex, Lifestyles, Chic? Latex or Lambskin? Condom shopping for Lori was always difficult because she was allergic to latex, as most women are. Maybe he should ask Delilah, and was about to call out to her when the display of lubrications caught his eye. Should he get lube? Did she like lube? All of this was making him feel like some fifteen year old virgin.
Delilah strolled up to the pharmaceutical aisle to grab some feminine products, when she saw Rick perusing the condoms. She couldn't help but break out into a smile over his nervous body language, it was a change of pace from Billy always being prepared, and this was coming from an adult man, not some stupid boy. "Hey, Street Fighting Man!"
Rick jumped a little and turned around, holding a box of Magnum XL in one hand and Sensations in the other hand, feeling suddenly embarrassed that she had caught him. Delilah looked down, stifling an immature laugh. "Did I catch you in the middle of something?"
He shook his head. "Just stocking up, like we discussed earlier, you know…" Who was this bumbling idiot and where had the confident Rick Grimes disappeared to?! The last time he acted like this around a girl he was a teenager, making it age appropriate, not now. "What's up?" Rick noticed that she was holding a Rockstar Mickey Mouse with Guitar toy in one hand and a My First Disney Princess Ariel and Belle doll box set in the other. Delilah was so lost in thought over putting those condoms to good use that she almost didn't hear him.
"Oh, I was wondering if you think Judith would like these." She held up the toys. "They were just too cute to pass up, I had to grab them. Don't worry, I found something really bitchen that Carl will love." Delilah really was a caring person, but Rick couldn't help but wonder if she was getting the gifts for his kids out of guilt for what happened earlier.
"I'm sure they'll like it, but you don't have to get them anything, you'll spoil them. Is this about what happened earlier?"
Delilah shook her head. "No, it's not, I swear. I just saw these and thought of them. And spoiled?" She snorted. "I was the spoiled one. Those children are far from spoiled, and that's meant as a compliment."
Rick watched her amble off. Delilah had made countless claims that she was a spoiled brat, but she didn't act like it at all. People change and grow, it's what I'm doing now, and I probably would still be a hermit crab if it weren't for her.
WHAT DID WE THINK OF THIS CHAPTER? DELILAH DOES FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THE JUDITH INCIDENT AND RICK SEEMS MORE ASSERTIVE WITH THEIR RELATIONSHIP. CHAPTER NINE, MOONLIGHT COPULATIONS, COMING SOON!
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