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Worth Living For	By : KarilovesDixon Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 2993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Firstly i want to say that no money or profit is being made and I do not own any of the The Walking Dead characters,locations, and show dialogue, all credit goes to AMC. I do however, own all rights to the OC's.

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Melanie was speechless…
She had never expected Daryl Dixon to ask her to stay with him. Part of her wanted to run out of that tent with embarrassment, but the other part of her wanted to stay because she had feelings for him. Feelings that were deeper than friendship, deeper than just an attraction, feelings that were there not because the number of men in the world were so heavily depleted and a woman should take what she can find, but because she had secretly been in love with him from the get go. Something about him always intrigued her and kept her interested. His loyalty, the way he continuously but himself out there in order to find Sophia. He still had not given up. He could be completely stubborn and standoffish and pissed at the world, but he had a good heart and deep down he was a good man. Maybe better than the rest of them put together.
Melanie sat cross legged on the floor of Daryl’s tent, twiddling her thumbs and avoiding any and all eye contact. She was too afraid to speak, afraid to say anything that might make him change his mind. He was notorious for having mood swings that changed faster than the wind changes direction on a brisk fall day.
Ok, she thought. Here goes.
“You want me to stay with you Daryl? Are you sure?”
“S what I said innit?” Daryl sat up and put his hands over Melanie’s. She was trembling. He hadn’t expected that. “You cold or sumthin?”
“No…..Not cold….Just……nervous, I guess. I haven’t been in this position in a long time. I never imagined I ever would be after……well…you know….The world went to hell, haven’t you heard?” Shit. She thought. I shouldn’t have said that. Now he is going to think I am being a bitch….I didn’t mean it that way..
“The world went to hell a long time before this shit happened…..” Daryl said with a small smirk spreading across his face. He knew the way to pull her out of whatever state she was in. He had to make her laugh or atleast get her to look at him and smile.
“Listen, s getting late.. The groups gonna be back soon, so if you wanna go then go. But, if you wanna stay, I got squirrel outside to eat and there is a spot here in the sack for ya to sleep in tonight….Sup to you.” Daryl didn’t know where the hell this nice guy shit was coming from. I aint a nice guy, he thought. I don’t do datin. Just fuckin……Am I going soft?
“If you want me to stay then I’ll stay..”she said firmly….Deep down she was thinking to herself, please want me to stay. Please want me to stay. I love you. I love you. I love you….But I don’t know how to tell you……I want you..I am aching for you….Shit. I cant tell you that either….
“Stay. Your better company than the rest of them. Atleast I can stand being around ya.” Smooth Daryl. Real smooth.
Melanie got up and was gonna exit the tent to set up the chairs that were folded up around his campfire, but before she could unzip the door Daryl’s arm was around her waist and he spun her around. Now they were face to face. No escape.
He wanted to say something so badly, but he just could not find the right words. Instead he just stared into her face looking for an answer. Begging her, willing her to help him find the words he wanted to so badly say. But she just looked at him confused. He was a hard man to read and she had no idea what he was doing.
So he did the only thing he could and he kissed her. He kissed her gently at first, but then it became more intense, primal, like some animalistic need for her took over his whole body. He nudged her lips open and licked her lip with his tongue. He had never kissed anyone like this before and it felt……good…
Melanie grabbed the back of Daryl’s hair and pulled him closer against her. Their noses pressed against each other and their lips moving in perfect synchronization. The kisses deepened and Daryl grew brave. Brave like Melanie.. His hands moved from her back to her sides and then started their descent downwards. He grasped the hem of her tank top and began sliding it up her body. Melanie raised her arms up over her head and let Daryl finish taking it off. Now she was standing there in just a bra and jeans. Daryl was only in boxers now, so there wasn’t much she needed to take off. She reached down to grab the waist band of Daryl’s boxers, but he stopped her. He took both of her hands in his and led her back over to a pile of blankets that were laid out on the floor. She laid back and Daryl climbed over her. She was sure this was going to be the moment things changed between them. Doing this act with each other would change everything. There would be no going back. Hand jobs were one thing, but the carnal act of sex was completely different…
“Do you want me to take my jeans off?” Melanie asked.
“Nah, I got it. I do know how ta do that. Aint completely clueless Mel. Am a guy after all. Knowin how to take clothes off ya is in our DNA.”
Melanie smiled.
Thank fuck for that, Daryl thought. She smiled.
Melanie was sure this was the moment Daryl would fuck her. He hadn’t said he loved her and she hadn’t said it to him, so for right now, this would just be fucking…
She could not have been more wrong.
Daryl wanted to take his time and do this right. He didn’t want to push Melanie to go to far this time. He wanted to make it special for her.
As Melanie looked into his eyes, he noticed a sparkle there that he hadn’t noticed before. She was enjoying herself and it became obvious to him how bad she wanted him too.
He reached down to the button on her jeans and unbuttoned them. He clasped the zipper and pulled it down, they went back up to the waist and pulled her jeans down her legs and threw them over into a corner.
Melanie couldn’t wait any longer. She sat up, reached behind her, unclasped her bra and tossed in the same corner as her jeans.
He laid her back down gently and hovered over her again just long enough to give her a long kiss. While he her lips locked with his. His hand traveled down her stomach and into her panties. Like a magnet, his hand immediately found her clit and he began rubbing his hand against it in circular motions. Her hips lifted off the ground and began to shove her swollen clit even harder against his hand. He was driving her crazy, just like she had done to him. He lifted off of her and sat in between her legs. He stopped his rubbing and removed her very damp panties.
He spread her open and inserted one finger into her, causing her eyes to roll back and a small gasp to escape her lips. He inserted another finger and began to move. In and out. He would alternate rubbing her clit with one hand and finger fucking her with the other hand.
She could feel herself building to an orgasm and it was going to be intense. Daryl did not stop his manipulations for even a second. He wanted to watch her come. He wanted her to fall apart and spiral down the rabbit hole. He wanted her to know that he was the one that took her there. He wanted to be the source of her pleasure. For always.
Within a split second, Melanie came. Hard. She could barely catch her breath and when she did, she saw Daryl laying next to her.
“Daryl, I have to tell you something.” She said softly.
“Not yet,” he replied. “Don’t say anything just yet…….Wait…”
Daryl got up and laid back between Melanie’s thighs. He wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted her to remember that he had been there. It wasn’t marking his territory so to speak. He just didn’t want her to forget him.
He ran his finger once again up and down Melanie’s slick slit. She was ready for him again. He pushed one finger, through the thick curls of her dark brown pubic hair and found her entrance. He slowly slid his finger into her, guiding it in and out several times before pulling it out completely.
He bent his head down and he began placing kisses on her inner thighs
“Daryl…..” was all she could say, before she was once again swept away.
“Shh…” and he began kissing closer and closer towards her center. He gently kissed from the top of her mound all the way down to her sweet spot.
His tongue found her…She was in ecstasy…Noone had ever done this to her before. It felt so amazing.. Daryl’s tongue was working its magic on her clit. He opened her pussy lips with his fingers and moved his mouth down from her clit and stuck it in her opening. Softly, gently, slowly. He made love to her with his tongue.
With his tongue in her pussy, his facial hair was pressed right up against Melanie’s little bud and the friction of it was driving her even farther over the edge than she could have ever imagined possible.
She wanted this man. Wanted to feel him inside her. Wanted to feel his cum drip down her thighs. She wanted to be his and for him to be hers. They belonged together. Who knew it would take the end of the world to bring two people together who were polar opposites?
Daryl could tell Melanie was almost there. He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his middle finger. He moved it harder and faster inside her and his tongue swirled in circles on her clit. She exploded. She came harder than she ever had. Daryl grinned up at her and placed a gentle kiss on her pubic area before getting up off the floor.
“I’ll be right back….gotta get something.”
Daryl put his holey jeans on and then his boots and headed for the door. Melanie sat up, still naked, confused. Where was he going?
He unzipped the tent and put one foot out and then turned back. It’s now or never.
“I love ya.” And he walked out and headed up to the house, not once looking back.
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