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Calico	By : Darylsgirl Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 1842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The First Night
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The girl lay huddled in the bed, an anxious knot of trepidation sitting precariously in the top of her stomach. Earlier her bravery and desire for something, someone, outside the confines of the walls had got the better of her when she had spoken and offered herself as the one to leave.
She thought about it again, how the group of strangers eyes had all turned instantly to her, a look of curious scrutiny on virtually all of their faces, along with expressions of disbelief from her own conservative and safe community. Every one of the strangers looked at her the same, wondering about her and her choice. Except the archer. In the short time he had been there she had rarely seen him alter his face and it was the same then, he just stared at her dispassionately as he waited for the Elder to agree.
The Elder, Clement, for his part, clearly had not thought any of the women would volunteer, expecting to have to select one, but he smiled like a fat fireside cat, possibly the first genuine smile she had ever seen from him as he took her hand and brought her forward like a mouse dumped on the doorstep as an offering.

'Very well,' he said triumphantly 'Cally here has volunteered herself. A fine and skilled young woman. Which of your men are your return tribute?'

The strangers shifted uneasily in the Sqare, the tall slender black woman never taking her eyes from her.

'Well that would be Eugene here, he's a fine engineer and a good man, he'll be an asset to your community and truthfully one we can barely spare, but in the interests of joining our communities...'
his voice trailed off. Their leader spoke with calm and amiable authority as Eugene, a chubby man in his somewhere thirties stepped forward, smiling awkwardly and nervously. Cally breathed a sigh of relief that it was he who would take her place. One down. Now there were only six men remaining.

'Very well Eugene, welcome to the community.' The Elder smiled wider, he was the one he had wanted, the one with the skills so deficient in their own group and Cally felt his smug satisfaction that he had got what he wanted. He almost purred.

'Thank you, I feel that I can offer you a lot of expertise to make this place run more efficiently and get things up to okie dokey level in the specified time.' Eugene said somewhat enthusiastically but his voice sounded some way off, her mind wandering to what came next unable to pay attention to him. She noticed however that already his eyes were wandering over the single women and girls probably more lasciviously than he realised.

'Alright,' said the Elder nodding and following his gaze 'I surely do hope so. Do you have a bride in mind yet Eugene, or would you like time to get to know any of our ladyfolk better?'

'I think I know... I would like to choose the erm, lady in the cammo shirt standing dead centre, if she would do me the honour...' he nodded, a broad anticipatory smile on his face.

Cally tried not to look at Evaline who she knew was his target and who would not be thrilled at the thought. Still that was not the purpose of this. This was supposed to forge the strongest ties between the two most stable and sane communities, enable the vital trade that both needed and forge links that would bind them in blood and kinship, and she heard a vague reluctant assent after a long moment of silence and felt the dead heavy disappointment Evaline must be feeling at this ox of a bridegroom.

She felt the breeze kiss her face encouragingly and realised that her heart was pounding in her chest as the Elder now addressed her in the warm midday sun.

'...And Cally, you're sure about this?'

She nodded. She felt like she was underwater, scarcely able to breathe but she heard herself say

'I'm sure.'

She wasn't. In fact she had no idea what she was doing, not being a naturally brave person, just a simple bookish girl who had scarcely been outside the gates except to study her chosen craft. And yet here she was.

'Very well then in turn you must choose your husband, think wisely girl and if you need more time you only got to say.'
It was said unexpectedly kindly and she glanced at him a moment a small flicker of gratitude on her face.

Their leader who she knew was named Rick stepped forward smiling warmly.

'First I want to thank you for this Cally. I appreciate what a sacrifice it is to leave your community and come with us to ours as a strangers wife, and I think that, err Rob here, would be an outstanding choice for you, if you don't mind me suggesting. He's our Blackmith and...' Rick indicated a fair haired young man on his left who had started forward smiling.

'No.' she heard herself speak more authoritively than perhaps she ever had, panic that at the last minute her fantasy might be thwarted. 'I'm supposed to be able to choose, that was the deal.'
She glanced around for confirmation at the Elder who nodded and glanced at Rick who looked slightly non-plussed but was nodding also, glancing around at the five remaining men nervously and the beautiful slender woman who came to stand at his side marking him as out of bounds and who had still not taken her eyes off her.

'Well yeah, of, of course I just thought you'd not had a chance to get to know any of our menfolk much so I thought that er,...'

She scarcely heard him, her fingers twisting against one another sweat soaked and nervous as she swallowed hard and said

'I choose the Archer'.

For a split second Daryl Dixon actually glanced around to see who else could fit that description before the realisation dawned on him that the unthinkable had happened and she had chosen him.
If he had been still and dispassionate before now that was all gone, he practically erupted in objection, looking at his leader in what could only be described as blind panic, hissing
'Hell NO, not me...what the hell am I gonna do with a wife? Rick man, no...no... I ain't doin' it...'

She cringed inwardly as the hissed argument continued for some moments, not catching everything that was said but quite enough to feel vulnerable and humiliated at his very public disdain of her. The dull ache that she had felt whenever she looked at him only intensified as he glowered at her and there was a slight murmur of disapproval from the crowd of single women behind her as her humiliation burned scarlet in her face. In her fantasy about this moment she had not expected this and she felt herself shaking with discomfiture, panic about what to do rising within her. It was clear.

'Under the circumstances, I withdraw then.' she said flatly.

'No, no, no, no, nooo, please don't do that Cally, we need what you have, and you need what we have, Daryl here was just surprised is all, isn't that right Daryl...'

Rick glowered at him and the Archer looked up sullenly and glanced around at varying accusing stares.

'Yeah I was surprised.' he intoned flatly almost sarcastically and she wondered if she had after all made a bad choice. She fidgeted.

'Very well' said the Elder brightly eager to smooth things over before Daryl changed his mind.

The wedding ceremonies had been in the afternoon, simple affairs binding in the community with only Eugene showing any enthusiasm at all. Dull Ox with a skin as thick she thought unaware or ignorant of the plain revulsion and disdain Evaline had for him. Daryl had scarcely said a word to her and scarcely looked at her either, but when he did his blue eyes showed not an ounce of softness, just a cold seeking look as if he were looking for some target, and so now she lay in what was supposed to be her bridal bed awaiting the arrival of her new husband, having seen him for the last time when he was speaking in the same hushed argumentative tone he had earlier with Rick.
He didn't want her. She saw it clearly now it was too late and she all but despaired of her actions, a surreal cloud of misery surrounding her as she took in the simple room, lit prettily with candles and decked with whatever wild flowers the other women had been able to gather to make it nice for her. It mocked her now, every romantic flicker, every lovely bloom looking at her and laughing at her and her stupid girlish fantasies.

Then the door suddenly opened and he was standing there, peering suspiciously through the fringe that hung across his face untidily making him look so much like one of the feral animals he hunted. He looked at her for a moment with the same cold blue eyes, before closing the door quietly behind him. Now it was real. He was here. Isn't that what she wanted? It was. But not like this. A shudder of absolute fear tremored through her. This could be truly terrible she realised. For the rest of her life.
Ever since they had first arrived 5 days ago she hadn't been able to take her eyes off the sullen stranger, a weird knot forming in her stomach which reached merciless fingers down to her centre and stroked a burning need in her she previously had no idea she had. She ached. For him. And now he was here, about to share her bed, about to take her far away from the cloying protection of the community, but it wasn't supposed to be like this, for he was silently hostile, it rippled from him, simply staring at her with what looked like a mixture of dislike and disdain. He walked across to the dresser before turning back to her seemingly almost as an after thought.

'So.' was all he said flatly as he began to undress.

'Hi' she replied surprised and pleased at least that he greeted her of sorts, then added awkwardly, stupidly 'the bed's comfy.'

He grunted and nodded, discarding his leather vest and beginning to unbutton his shirt whilst simultaneously sliding off his boots and socks. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

'Whydya choose me?' he asked gruffly at length as he discarded the shirt to reveal his strongly built torso and honed arms. Like a forrester or a farmer she thought. Or a fighter. A light dusting of hair clad his chest and dwindled down his stomach to his waist. She stared transfixed at the sheer feral beauty of him and tried to find her voice as honestly as she could.

'Because you're kind'.

He didn't look it now and he frowned quizzically pausing mid action as he was starting to unlatch his belt, he was so surprised at her answer.

'Howdya work that out?'

He was at least speaking to her, his voice firm and even but not angry or hateful as she had feared.

'The little girl with the kitten, Maisey? You saw it was going to get squashed by the carts and you moved it and walked around with it in your shirt 'til you found her.'

It sounded ridiculous even to her, but at the time it had cemented him in her fancy as man of her dreams. Heathcliff on the moor. A Dark Prince travelling under a curse. A man not as gruff and cruel as he looked. How ridiculous was that?

He snorted and shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed that she had noticed and seen that side of him.

'So you marry someone because they picked a fuckin' cat up? I'll leave it there next time...' he said accusingly as though he could have kicked himself for the small good deed that had ended with him being here.

She tried to stay level.

'Good a reason as any surely? It showed me something about you, something honest because you didn't know I'd seen. At least I chose you, I didn't publicly reject you.'

He paused and looked at her, his expression softening slightly but he said 'If I wanted to be married, I'da already married someone.'

Another rejection and she felt her hurt and anger begin to fizz into life, mingling with the deep throb in her core that the sight his half naked body was provoking. Stop it you idiot, she thought, he doesn't want you.

'Well that isn't what this is about is it? This is for the good of hundreds of people not just us, but I'm sorry you don't want me, and sorrier you're obviously not even going to try to make this work. For us and them.'

He was paying far too much attention to undoing his belt, trying to avoid eye contact with her but sensing how crestfallen she must feel said

'I didn't say that, but I was the one didn't get a choice...'

Story of his life.

'You didn't have to come here and be amongst the single men offered,' she countered, irritated now 'so you did have a choice.'

He sighed, she had a point, he just had always assumed he would never be picked since he made no effort with himself, hadn't spoken to anyone and just minded his own business. He finally decided to undo his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them pool onto the floor before stepping out of them and glancing towards where she lay. Time to get this over with.

She tried not to let her eyes wander across his body but they fell across his toned stomach to the substantial bulge in his underpants, a clear outline of him very visible and suddenly worry gripped her. This would have been difficult enough if he was warm and willing she thought, but his icy argumentative demeanour filled her with dread about how it would be.

'I'm sorry for that.' she said trying to meet his accusatory gaze and finding it impossible to hold.

Instead she uncovered his side of the bed in a nervous invite and he paused a moment before approaching, sitting on the side and deftly removing his underwear before he climbed into bed hastily pulling the covers over himself. She was shocked to see deep ugly scars criss crossing his back but decided now was not the time to ask about them.
To her surprise he turned to face her studying her, various thoughts and emotions running clearly through his piercing blues eyes. There was a deafening silence that seemed never ending, but when he next spoke it was with a gentler tone.

'I'm sorry if I was rude to ya. I really was surprised. I don't do surprises well.'

She turned to face him and smiled at the apparent truce, but worry filled her eyes. He was so close. It was so real.

'I'll bear it in mind.' she smiled wanly 'Can we make the best of this...please?'

He looked at her for a long time, sighed, nodded imperceptibly and reached to stroke a stray strand of hair back from her face surprisingly carefully.
She almost flinched as a bolt of something shot through her.
'Thank you...' she let herself lean slightly forward as her eyes wandered the contours of his face and she felt herself start to part her lips to say something just as he leaned forward to place a brief clumsy kiss on them. She laughed a little not having expected such a welcome move.
'Sorry I'll get better at it, I promise,I've never done this before...'

He huffed a wry half laugh under his breath and rubbed his eyes in tired defeat. How had it come to this?

'No nor me...' and then it suddenly dawned on him that she didn't mean get married, she meant something else entirely and he looked at her properly. She had pale skin and long dark hair, glossy and freshly washed, her large blue eyes stared at him like he might disappear any moment. She looked young, younger than he had initially realised and his blood all but ran cold.

'Girl how old are you?'

She swallowed and smiled pleasantly, nervously, showing even white teeth.

'Eighteen last July'.

He was blinking at her now and frowning slightly in disbelief and when he spoke she smelled whiskey on his breath.

'Girl what the fuck made ya choose me? I'm old enough to be your father...and did you mean... did you mean that ya' never been with a man? Was that what ya' meant? Shit!'

He was verging on angry now, although he didn't quite know why and she shifted uncomfortably before glancing up to meet his gaze as truly as she was able.

'No I've never been with a man, that's no shame.' she said defensively 'There isn't anyone.... that's why I want to leave, there is no-one here I have any affinity with or feelings for, no-one I would let do this and I saw you and I thought you might be someone I could....I could want this from, and before you ask me I dunno why, I just did, so there, now you know and you can laugh at me some more and reject me some more and make yourself feel good.'

He saw hot tears threatening to fall from her eyes like pretty little diamonds, her face angry and sad, her voice wavering with emotion that threatened to overcome her and he immediately felt sorry for making a bad situation worse. It was enough of an ordeal for him, but for her he reasoned it must be more so, and he had publicly humiliated her as well. He thought for a second how he would have felt if she'd done it to him and sighed.

'Girl it aint that... I aint laughin at ya', I'm just not someone you'd ever choose or fall in love with, I just don't understand it is all and now we're here. I mean we're HERE, look, right here, in fucking bed with each other, stuck with your decision... and I don't want to do nothin' to hurt ya' or to treat ya bad but I wasn't expectin' this. Oh shit don't cry...' he smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her softly as a single judas tear betrayed her hurt. 'Shhh,' he struggled for words to convey what he meant 'it's 'sposed to be a special thing the first time for a girl, shouldn't be like this with someone you don't know who's old enough to...'

'But I WANT it to be you' she almost shouted in frustration, unable to bear him touching her so compassionately, shaking her head miserably. She leaned towards him willing him to kiss her, to take this longing from her tongue.
To her surprise he did, still gently but with a simmering hunger in the way he cupped her face as his tongue explored her mouth. He broke from her and shook his head gently, feeling her tremble in his hands, her inexperienced mouth so warm and wet that he could scarcely believe the way it felt when he kissed her. Shades of other things, other places he thought with a mounting avarice. His body betrayed all of his noble intentions to try save her from herself and he felt his cock hardening at the delicious sensation of her close to him and he wanted more than anything now just to pull her roughly into his arms and devour her. It would be so easy, no-one would care what he did with her, she was a bargaining chip, he could take whatever he wanted from her and no-one would say jack shit. No-one would care. But him. What an asshole you are for even thinking it he thought to himself as he tried to make his mind up what the hell to do. The candles flickered and made her skin look like vellum. So soft. So pure. So inviting.

She was pretty in an unassuming way he realised as she gazed at him earnestly daring to venture to stroke the side of his face. He tried not to flinch away from the gesture that was so tender. So innocent. What the hell did he know about being with a girl like that? His experiences with women had been limited to whores and junkies and seemed a lifetime ago but here she was gingerly trying her best in what was in truth a very bad situation for them both. His cock twitched impatiently even as tried to make sense of how things had gotten so out of hand so quickly.
Her fingertips stroked delicate tracings across his jaw that decided him at almost the exact same time his body took the decision away from him and he instinctively turned his face into her hand and caught her palm in a soft kiss.

'Alright.' he fixed her with earnest blue eyes. 'Alright, if that's what you want, but be sure girl, I don't want to be anyone's misery, there's enough of that'.
He was still brusque but something of him had changed and her radiant smile told him that it was what she wanted, and he slid slightly closer to her pulling her into his arms as his lips found hers, exploratorily kissing her soft yielding mouth.
She tasted like bubblegum, and his mind bizarrely strayed to how or why that should be for a moment even as he felt himself sinking into desire he had kept surpressed for nearly 10 years. He broke from her kiss and smiled softly at her deciding the least he could do was make her first time as easy and pleasant as he could. Not that he knew a lot about how the hell to do that but she didn't deserve to take the brunt of his considerable baggage and jadedness.

'You taste nice...' he stroked her hair back from her face and let his fingers trail down the outside of her neck and across her collarbone. She shuddered like a little bird and he smiled at the reaction he provoked. 'You really never been with a man?'
She looked instantly pained and uncomfortable again and he knew the answer before she spoke so cut her short. 'It doesn't matter, I just need to know, it makes a difference to...things'.
She nodded full of visible trepidation.
'No never, I told you there's no-one here, besides its forbidden here unless you're married and there's definitely no-one here I would marry... except you.'

'Except me' he rolled his eyes. ' Girl you must be crazy. Okay, well,' he began to kiss down the side of her neck, his beard rough against the virgin skin and he heard her moan 'just trust me then, I ain't 'gon hurt you, but you tell me if there's anything you don't like'.

He continued down her throat, agonisingly slowly, pausing to suckle on a sweet spot he found that made her shiver just in the hollow of her collarbone. His hands were running long slow strokes up and down her back, his fingers trailing idly as if he had all the time in the world, which his aching cock disagreed with vehemently.
Suddenly her hands were stroking his hair as he felt her kiss the top of his head and her arms wrap around him pulling him instinctively across her as she rolled slightly more onto her back. Her firm rosebud nipples peaked from the pale exposed breasts as he pulled the covers from them and gazed at her. Now the decision was made he felt remarkably relaxed, must be the half a bottle of whiskey Rick had given him to persuade him to go to her at all he thought, still, he felt surprisingly comfortable and nice with her now, she was honest and guileless and very clearly wanted this from him, which had been his main worry. Anyone but him would consider themselves a lucky man he thought.
She was actually quite beautiful he realised, squirming innocent in her longing for him, and a small flicker of pride that she had for some God unknown reason chosen him started inside him and mingled with the raw desire that he realised he now felt. She shuddered, shy under his gaze as he took in every aspect of her body laid open for him and he heard himself make an appreciative growl at the sight of her.
Steady, he reminded himself as he took her left nipple in his mouth, licking and suckling devotions across it as his hand paid court to the right, kneading and squeezing her full breast, pinching it until it peaked like it's twin. The firm texture under his tongue made his stomach flip and he heard her whimper the most delicious little noise of appreciation that sent a bolt of heat straight through his aching cock.

'Mmmmm pretty girl' he murmured as he swirled his tongue around it until she whimpered again.
He smiled with grim satisfaction and his mouth slid ever lower, trailing hot wet kisses across her abdomen as his desire tricked him into forgetting who he was, where he was, how he would normally be.
She smelled clean and divine. For him. Her body spread out like a banquet for him to feast upon and his mouth tore hungry kisses against flesh he knew no man had ever touched before. It was incredibly arousing to him and he grunted with pleasure at the sheer thought of it as the scent of her desire reached his nostrils commanding his mouth ever lower, a sudden and all consuming desire to taste her filling him.

Her body had exploded in an ecstasy of sensation from the first moment he had kissed her and her breasts felt his absence longingly, his saliva still ghosting cold on her nipples, as she slightly parted her legs entirely involuntarily, anticipating his next move as she felt his hot wet tongue relentlessly searing kisses across her belly and onto her hips. She felt strong rough hands on the inside of her thighs insisting them further apart, sandpaper on satin, spreading her open, and she glanced down and caught his eye before she felt the sudden shock of his tongue slickly part her lips and paint firm strokes against her centre. She was aching there she now realised more than ever and every lick and suck made her ache both more and less as she moaned rhythmically into what he was doing, shamed with herself at her wantoness as she arched off the bed. Confusion and desperation ran through her and she felt shock that she spread her legs wider as her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him harder against her, desperate for every last scrap of sensation that he could afford her. She felt him laugh and the vibration made her whimper, heady at what he was doing to her. How had she never realised this was what it was like she wondered, and how had she lived this long without it?

'That's right baby girl, let yourself go, just let it come.' he glanced up at her watching her face contorted with pleasure, intent on his purpose, his tongue heavy with her wetness and a smug sense of satisfaction that she was nearly there set in.
He had never concentrated on anyone else's pleasure in quite the same way he was concentrating on hers now and he licked passionately at the soft delicate nub that he knew housed the key to unlock her every fantasy. For some reason he was very clearly it at the moment and he took some pride in that as he suckled her to her crescendo, tasting her completion in a crashing wave of clean seawater as she bucked against him, howling and whimpering his name. She trembled and shuddered as he slid back up the bed and smiled with satisfaction at the effect he had had on her, kissing her harshly and forcing her to taste her own completion on his tongue.
Her calling his name itself had nearly finished him, he felt happy and proud that she wanted this from him and that he had been able to provide her with such obvious pleasure. It was a strange and unusual feeling for him and he liked it. He looked at her, rubbing himself slightly against the sheets to relive his need for touch.
She gazed weak and helpless at him, her pupils blown out with her orgasm, as he kissed her more softly, still deeply, taking her hand and moving it to his desperate aching cock. She almost flinched in surprise but then grasped it and with his hand across the top of hers to guide her speed and strength began to move her hand up and down his length. She felt filthy, gloriously ashamed yet unabashed and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him she realised still riding the aftershocks of her climax as she felt little white hot slaps of pleasure between her legs where she was now soaking ready for him. He groaned and left her to continue as he drew his hand away.

'That's right baby, stroke me' he nuzzled her neck and squeezed her breasts as she did so and was pleased that she kissed the side of his face and then tentatively started suckling at his neck. 'Ah, don't stop that's... oh hell yeah' her hand had picked up speed slightly and he growled under his breath with pleasure as he shifted to lie on his back.
Desperate for her to suck him he wound his hand into her hair and guided her head lower as she mirrored his earlier manoeuvres on her by kissing down his body following the soft line of hair that extended down to his navel and then past, until she reached his cock. She glanced up at him, wide blue eyes yearningly questioning whether he wanted her to do what she thought he did. She hoped so, she so wanted to taste him her head spun at the thought. He growled and nodded in answer.

'Mmmm hmmmm, that's right baby girl...suck my cock...'

She felt her stomach cartwheel at his words, aroused by them more than she would have thought possible and slid further down the bed before pausing just to gaze at it for a moment. He watched her face fascinated as she took in the sheer size of him. He was long, straight and thick, the broad aggressive head of his cock wept sticky transparent beads as her hand rose and fell, and she delighted in the contradiction between the velvet soft skin and the iron hard rod that it covered. She thought he was beautiful. Gingerly she opened her mouth and lapped at the head, her pink tongue pulling spiders silk strands of sticky salt from him that she tasted with pride. He hissed his approval and guided her deeper onto him thrusting slightly into her mouth and holding her head there for a moment before letting her release.

'Mmmm that's right darlin, just like that... suck me... lick me...'' his voice was deep and lust drunk.

She looked confused and uncertain but began to relax as he guided her head up and down the length of him occasionally forgetting himself and thrusting deeper into her throat. Felt magnificent.
He sighed contentedly. He felt as though he could lie here forever with this willing little slave to his pleasure, and for once he didn't feel like snapping himself out of the idea that something good was happening to him. It had been so long, and in truth never like this anyway. He let his mind drift and just basked in the sensation of her pleasuring him with her warm wet mouth. He wasn't thinking cohesively any more, just going with the flow of her movements, getting more desperate by the second to fuck her hard but loathe to part with the spectacular sight of his cock disappearing into her coral pink mouth as she sighed and moaned her appreciation of him.

'More.' he growled in an effort to allay thoughts that were now tumbling through his head of him sheathed to the hilt inside her, thrusting mercilessly into her compliant body with her moans spurring him on to explode inside her. He had to do that soon.

She quickened the pace of what she was doing and was slightly shocked to find he stroked his balls and she ventured to cup them and touch them as he was doing, gently squeezing them heavy in her hand, as she listened to his increasing moans of pleasure.

'Ohhhhh fuuuuck yeah... don't stop...' he groaned. She felt like this was all she had ever wanted to hear in her whole life and she stroked and caressed in time to the rise and fall of her ardent mouth around his cock, carefully looking for what he liked and what he found less pleasurable.

He was watching her transfixed now taking almost his full length into her mouth and fluttering little licking motions back up his shaft and then purely on an instinct she paused and swirled her tongue around the head again and again, lapping the pre cum that once again oozed from him. It tasted sticky and salty and she found that she loved the taste and musk of him and murmured to herself happy that she was obviously pleasing him as she scooped it from his slit with delicate laps.
He groaned and his head went back into the pillows in appreciation thrusting into her hot eager mouth, his hand hard on the back of her head so that he could thrust unhindered into her throat occasionally just enough to make her gag slightly, and make her throat contract magnificently around his cock. When he felt he could stand it no longer he groaned biting his lip and breathing hard and deep to steady himself and took her head in his hands to still her movements.

'Actually yeah stop...' he half laughed hauling her back up the bed and rolling her onto her back.
He could wait no longer, his breath ragged, his eyes avid as he gazed down at her.
In a moment he was on her, mounting her and nudging her legs apart as he let the weight of his body rest on her, sliding his aching cock down between her lips, rubbing it up and down across her swollen clit before he engaged her soaking wet opening. He pressed himself against her making sure of his mark, then spat on his hand out of pure habit and coated her sex, rubbing wide firm circles against her nub. He pulled himself back and spat on his hand again, roughly rubbing himself several times and coating the head of his cock in his own saliva as he stared down at her. He repositioned himself and kissed her, a deep feral demand, linking his hands together across the top of her head, and nudging her legs wider apart, wrapping her ankles with his to control her position as he had always done with almost every woman he had ever been with. He moaned and rotated his hips slightly, easing against her until he felt tight resistance.

'Okay baby girl...' his voice was soothing, his pupils dark and lust drunk as he gazed at her.

For the first time he sensed fear, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted and he saw her swallow hard and resisted the urge to plunge himself hard and deep within her as he wanted to at the sheer deliciousness of her.

'Just trust me and relax...'

His words were reassuring but he looked desperate and avid and she nodded cupping his face bringing him into a willing kiss, and as his mouth claimed her he momentarily lost control and thrust inside her with a single brutal movement and a heavy grunt of satisfaction. She all but serpentined off the bed and he felt her cry out into his mouth as he kissed her harshly, pinning her and keeping her legs spread wide to accommodate him even as she sought to close them. For a second on a reflex of shock and pain she fought against him and he thrust a couple more times, then with a will of iron stilled his movements, sheathed deep inside her to give her a chance to get used to sharing her body with him.
She felt spectacular, so tight and hot, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her until she was screaming and they were both a sweating mess of frantic motion, but her eyes registered fear so he stopped himself.
She was whimpering half in pain and half in a deep seated primal desire and he wondered how many girls had gazed desperately into the eyes of their lovers as she was doing now throughout the centuries. This felt almost like a sacred ancient thing he was doing and the feeling disconcerted him.
His breath hitched in his chest as he fought to stay his movements, and he tried. He really tried to get this right. For her.

'Alright, alright that's the worst of it... shhhh you're doing so well my little Calico girl, so well... you're so beautiful, you feel so fucking beautiful.'

He didn't know where half of the things he was saying were coming from and he rested his head against her chest and bit his lip to stop himself thrusting.

'You okay?'

'Mmmm hmmm' she didn't sound convincing and she was taught as a bow string beneath him but she shone with pride at the compliment he had just paid her and he saw her desperate eagerness to please him still clearly painted on her face and that made him soft hearted and gentle.

' 'Sokay we can take our time darlin, doesn't hurt forever...'

He withdrew a little and she looked visibly relieved.

'You want me to stop?' earnest blue eyes looked into hers and she shook her head. God please don't tell me to stop he thought desperately. He had to fuck her soon or he thought he might die and further unbidden images of him driving her hard flittered through his head.

'No... I know you don't mean to hurt me...' her voice was small and scared and she blinked little diamonds as she gazed at him not knowing what to do.

Her voice brought him back and he nuzzled her face touched by her sweetness, and began to move very gently, rocking almost imperceptibly back and forth, still not freeing her for movement but easing his weight from her a little and kissing her softly. He began to move slowly, gently back and then deeper, back and then deeper, an agony of ecstasy washing over him with each frustratingly small movement.
Her eyes were wide as saucers gazing into him and she clung onto him desperately for comfort.

'Dont fight me, just trust me, I'll stop if you want me to... just relax...' he paused for a second and looked at her for approval to continue.

She nodded and he felt her do just that, taking a deep breath in before she went limper beneath him in absolute trust of what he had just said, and he felt able to move a little more. He kissed her in time to his movements, murmuring little endearments that seemed to please her and then eventually he felt her vice like grip on his torso give way to her stroking his back to his rhythm and he felt able to move more freely. He all but withdrew before steadily pushing back inside her and he felt her catch her breath, this time not in pain but in an altogether different sensation he could tell and he began to thrust into her exquisite warmth more in the way he wanted, establishing a slow firm pattern. He moved his ankles from around hers and nudged her left her leg to bend at the knee giving him a different sensation as he pressed deeper still setting a forceful slow rhythm as he pushed inside her hot wetness. Suddenly he felt her body open up to him. She no longer flinched with every move and he felt her dig her nails into his back and begin to pant little breathy moans of pleasure.

'Oh you are so beautiful....that's it baby... come with me...' he hissed as he began to thrust in earnest 'sweet little girl... sweet little Calico...'

He himself had no idea why he was saying that but the effect upon her was profound for he felt her relax in earnest, slick and hot around him and as he gathered pace she started to move with him rising to meet him as he thrust deep inside her, fucking her hard.

'Daryl...?' suddenly she was keening his name in a screamed ecstasy as he kissed and suckled on her breasts and neck, placing dark marks where he claimed ownership of her in every way possible. In that moment he wanted them all to see that she was his and he marked her accordingly with his passionate mouth. He felt her contract around him in time to his movements which were now crashing through her, stripping him of all care but for his completion. Sweat poured from him and he couldn't have stopped for anything in the world. He felt her buck wildly out of control, the delicious heat and wetness of her climax against his cock sending him over the edge as she came fiercely against him screaming his name into his neck as she bit and suckled there.

'Imma put a baby in you' words snarled from his mouth unbidden, dark primal murmurings underpinning his every desire. He was too far gone to either know or care from whence such a thought came, they were ageless, timeless and she was everything. Everything.

'Yes' her eyes were wide and wild, totally with him, a slave to anything he wanted in that moment and he knew it 'yes...oh God Daryl.... Daryl ...Daryyyyl....'

He thrust like a mad man, sweat running from him and came hard, straining to be as deep inside her as he could, his feet scrambling in the sheets to give himself purchase as his body took him over completely, finishing with four or five deeper, more vicious thrusts as he spilled himself inside her, her muscles milking him of his seed, collapsing panting on top of her as she kissed his head and whispered over and over again that she loved him. His breath caught like fire in his chest, rivers of sweat ran from him, mingling with hers as he gasped his way back from the bright blackness of his orgasm.
He had never felt anything like that he realised with some confusion as he wrapped her tight in his arms and rolled onto his back, pulling her over with him to rest in the crook of his arm, protectively close. No-one was going to take this away from him he thought, he'd die before he gave this up now he had found it, something so pure and so much longing to be his. Crazy thoughts skittered through his head, flashes of denial and realisation, of rejection and belonging all merged together until he felt he might suffocate with the weight of it all, but she lay in his arms tears overwhelming her and dampening his chest, overcome by what she had just experienced and she was the only constant as they clung tight to one another.
Neither spoke but in amongst the anguish about how he could now possibly proceed with her as he had intended was a small and undeniable knowledge that something special had just taken place. He didn't believe in romantic love, everyone had an angle in his experience, but this was as close as he had ever been to it he realised and he involuntarily squeezed her tighter to him as he drifted in the afterglow and he felt her smile and softly kiss his chest nestling against him heavy and relaxed before sleep finally claimed him.

….........................................

It was still dark when he awoke to find her still curled in his arms. His head ached, his mouth was dry and badly wanted water so he tried to gently disengage from the tangle of arms and legs that they were but she stirred and opened bleary eyes smiling softly as she focused on his face. She leaned up and kissed him gently before settling happily back down.

'I need to get some water...' he said easing free awkwardly.

'Mmmmhmmmm' she murmured as she blinked herself awake properly.
'I'll get it for you' and she slid out of the bed and padded to the bathroom leaving him to flop onto his back and rub his tired eyes.
What the hell was he going to do now? His master plan had been to do what he had to do here mechanically, dispassionately, go back to Alexandria, deposit her in a nice house and have virtually nothing more to do with her, but now it felt as though she had always been with him and he tried to shake it off but his mind kept wandering to the exquisite thoughts and feelings of what had happened between them and the swelling of pride he felt when she gazed at him the way she did.
She returned with the water and he sat up drinking deep from the offered pint glass. He looked at her. She was slim waisted and full breasted, the curve of her hips ample but not too much and he noticed with pleasure the dark love bites all across her body that he had placed there during their coupling. His eyes wandered across her and took in the blood on her thigh from where he had taken her and he suddenly felt humbled that she had chosen him. He sighed as she got back into bed and made to cuddle up to him.

'Don't spill my water...' he looked sidelong at her and she couldn't yet tell if he was serious or not.

'What's Alexandria like?' she asked rolling onto her back in case he was, her mind awash with everything about him.

He thought for a moment how best to describe it.

'S'nice... modern compared to here...it was a new build luxury community before the end of everything, we got solar power, running water, a doctor, a school, s'nice...'

She smiled trying to imagine it. She had been eight when things went bad and she couldn't clearly remember what it was like before any more.

'What do you do there? What's your house like?'

He put the glass on the nightstand and slid down the bed tucking his arms under his pillow and turned to her.

'I aint got a house, and I do whatever needs doing, so huntin', fightin', mendin' stuff, goin' out on runs, buildin', I dunno...' his voice trailed off and he was irritatedly aware of the slight flicker of worry in his solar plexus that he had no actual fixed purpose, he just took up the slack when something went wrong or needed doing, and that she might be disappointed, but she smiled, her eyes shining at him as he was now getting accustomed to them doing.

'What do you do?' he asked keen to divert attention away from himself and despite himself wanting to know more about her.

'Oh' she smiled pleased at his interest 'I'm one of the Herbalists, we have three so I'm not surprised they're not too bothered about losing me. No knowledge is ever kept by only one person in case it dies with them. I'm also one of the librarians and a knowledge seeker though. I listen to what the people need to know to do something and I find the information or if we don't have it a way of making sure they have the information to know it, and I source it for them, so I send people out to get books and diagrams, sometimes even computers from likely places. I locate where things are likely to be and what we need, and then the party goes and gets it. Once they bring it back to me, I incorporate it into what we teach the children so it's an ongoing thing, our knowledge grows all the time. I want to build a windmill, and I got a computer than runs CAD so that the we can build things more accurately. Really I suppose I'm just a sort of list maker because I never get to do anything very practical, just plan things that other people want to do.'

He frowned slightly and smiled at the same time, still not entirely sure what she did.

'We've already got a windmill, we have a book we made it from...' he ventured.

'You have a windmill?'

'Yeah' The surrealness of the situation that he was lying in bed with this girl who twelve hours ago was not his wife discussing windmills suddenly hit him and he laughed. 'Fuck the windmill, you'll see it it's just a big fucking thing, goes round...'

'Okay' she stared at him not knowing what to make of his mood and wishing it still felt as close and natural as it had only a few moments ago when she awoke in his arms.
There was a long awkward silence and the final few candles started guttering.

'Thank you...for what you did...for being patient with me' she leaned and kissed him softly.
He half laughed wryly under his breath, avoided her gaze and shrugged as though it was nothing, all the time his mind wandering to the texture of her skin under his hands and the taste of her on his tongue, the scent of her freshly washed hair and the way she had pleaded with her eyes for him to make her whole. And he had. He knew that he had. That was what was different than any other time, he had never had that from any woman he'd been with, and now he felt those same blue eyes boring into him until he couldn't stand it.

'Go to sleep, it's still dark, we got a few hours yet before we need to get up.'

She didn't answer or move and he ventured a look at her.

'Stop watching me.'
Still silence.
'Chrissakes, come 'ere, turn over.'
He hauled her into his arms then rotated her so that she lay with her back to him encircled by his arms and he inhaled the perfume of her hair as she shifted comfortable, pleased at the inclusion, and edged her way backwards tight against him.
'Damn girl stop...' he said 'I need to sleep'.
She glanced over her shoulder with a small smile judging now that sometimes when he sounded angry he really wasn't, and strained to kiss him.
'Sorry... just feels nice to have you close...' she sighed contentedly and was surprised when a few moments later she felt him kiss her shoulder in return. 'Mmmmm... don't stop...please...' she ventured.
He didn't but began to lick and kiss her ear and neck before she felt him pull her hips backwards to meet the hard unmistakable firmness of his cock. She sighed as she melted into desire. He nudged her upper leg bent with his own and she felt him hit his mark and tried to relax.
This time was oh so different from the last for she felt him engage with her and slide steadily inside her, so slowly, so gently that she felt herself opening up to him willingly as he filled her completely. She felt his breathy groan of pleasure hot in her ear, his hand on her breast softly stroking and teasing her nipple as he moved languidly inside her. She arched herself against him in time to his movements and reached back to catch his hip bone and pull him into her.
If she could have seen his face she would have known that he was smiling, revelling in what a little slut he had made of her so instantly, as she pressed herself back against him. It had never been like this either he thought, never this gentle, this relaxed, this loving, and he wondered how and why. For him it had always been a brief meaningless coupling and a race to his climax with women whose names and faces he had almost entirely forgotten they meant so little to him. He had come so far in many other ways from the angry broken boy who did Merle's bidding, to a man who was respected and considered worthy in his community, but intimacy had always escaped him. He didn't think he knew how to be close to someone the way he was being now and, afraid that he would fail at it if he tried and reveal himself to be the same coarse redneck he had always been, he had routinely ignored and rejected any woman who tried to get too close. But he couldn't do that now, this had been unexpectedly thrust upon him and he had not wanted it, but here she was mewling like a kitten as he made love to her. Gently. Like he never knew he could. Even the idea of it seemed strange to him, that he could make love to anyone and not just fuck some hapless junkie who happened to need the drugs his brother could provide. He thought for a moment how he had pinned them down even after they agreed to sex so that they were easier to fuck. His way. His hands around their wrists, his ankles locked with theirs, spreading their legs wide as he hammered into them, brief, oblivious and cruel, deaf to their pleas and discomfort and uncaring of how worthless he made them feel. He never kissed them, or spoke to them except to demand what he wanted and they hadn't ever really aroused him even he realised now, it had just been more of a release for his pent up anger. So just for a few minutes it wasn't him who was the victim. He felt suddenly overwhelmingly ashamed. He wasn't that man anymore, he was someone entirely different now, the man he was always supposed to be, and this girl had given him the final piece to the jigsaw that was himself and he felt a surge of desperate need to belong to her. Gently. Properly. His head spun with it.
He kissed between her shoulder blades with a soft open mouth, exquisitely tenderly and she threw her head back in pleasure at the agonisingly slow sensual movement of him.

'I want to kiss you.' She whispered it, desperately craning around to try to facilitate it and managing to catch her lips on the scruff on his chin.
He withdrew and sat up turning her over and pulling her onto his lap so that she was facing him lifting her slightly and positioning himself underneath her before sliding his cock into position. She hesitated.

'That's right girl,' he said looking her full in the eyes with just the glimmer of a soft smile at the corner of his mouth as he kissed her deeply. 'Fuck me, show me what you want...'

'I just want you...' she allowed herself to sink down onto his rigid cock and whimpered as he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suckle gently. This felt different and she squirmed and shifted against him finding her pleasure. Her arms wrapped around him and she caressed gossamer strokes across his back rising and falling against him. He had his head tilted slightly back now, his eyes closed and he pulled her legs to wrap around his waist aiding her by thrusting up inside her to her downward stroke matching her cadence and rhythm perfectly. She panted breathlessly with every movement and kissed him passionately finding her bravery to dictate what she wanted.

'Mmmm you like that sweetheart?' he gave an extra deep thrust and she mewled an unintelligible reply of affirmation.
She was light in his arms as he lifted her slightly so that he could thrust into her properly, his mouth rioting all over her breasts. She was soaking wet with her own desire and his cum from their first time and he found the idea of that fired his own need as he plunged himself inside her in a wanton crescendo as she began to pant and gasp in time to his every move. He didn't want to take his eyes off her but she had hers closed floating on the edge of her orgasm. Suddenly it was important to him that he saw her eyes.

'Look at me' he said more harshly than he had intended and her blue eyes snapped open in surprise and gazed at him with desperate longing, her mouth opening, gasping for air with each deep thrust.
There was nothing he didn't want to do to her but more than anything he wanted to mark her as his for all of them to see, all of her people he didn't know who he could see mocked her choice in him, all of his own people who he knew thought it would be a complete disaster to navigate carefully now and then mitigate later, and his mouth found her neck in absolute defiance of them all, suckling a dark deep love bite as he felt himself begin to soar towards his completion.

'Mine' he growled savagely as he thrust up inside her feeling her tighten around him, her body shaking and goosefleshed as she gripped around his waist with her legs as her climax took her 'fucking mine.'
He launched himself desperately forward and drove into her as she landed on her back, his body hot upon her as their bodies slipped and slid with sweat. A few harsh deep thrusts and he was lost unable to hold back any more, feeling the wet heat of his own ejaculation within her pulsing from him as his body spasmed and he collapsed gasping for air on top of her spent compliant body letting his weight crush her as he felt her pull him hard against her and cling onto him tightly as she reached her zenith for a second time mewling his name over and over as she contracted deliciously around his cock. His face was against her, their breath mingled and he felt her kiss his closed eyelids as he fought to catch his breath.
'Yours, always yours...' she whispered wanting to never let him go and taking him in a gossamer kiss. When he opened his eyes all he could see was her, all he cared about was her as she folded him in her arms and shifted so that she cradled him like a child, her body bruised and aching from the ferocity of his lovemaking.
She stroked his sweat drenched hair, sighed a heavy sigh of pure contentment as she felt him go heavy in her arms and his breathing slow with sleep and as he drifted off for the first time in his life Daryl Dixon felt safe.
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