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denim-devil · 11 months

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Reader sucking off Rick Grimes to get off a speeding ticket (pre apocalypse) 🤭 rick kinda cocky/degrading/smug cums on readers face 🙈🤭

☆ Private Eyes | R.G ☆

Summary - The streets of Cynthiana, Kentucky were usually busy, although due to frequent flow of tickets being given, a certain smug Sheriff manages to catch you slip up, not wanting a ticket you attend to your last resort…

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The streets of Cynthiana were quiet, much quieter then usual. You found yourself, often cruising throughout the barren roads, trying everything in your power to get home as quick as possible.

Humidity surrounded both you and your car, the nights air nothing but thick and heavy, even though the sun had set hours ago it still lingered automatically forcing your foot down on the gas.

You never managed to eat at work, the stress that ran through your veins daily often had you skip lunch rather waiting until you clocked off.

The grumble in your stomach was like a brewing storm, low and loud, churning away at the emptiness your hunger clinged to. Your foot was now level with the floor, passing by the few scattered cars hastily.

It was almost out of now where when loud sirens drummed away in your ears, alerting your focus to the flashing bright fluorescent blue and red lights of the pale teal cruiser following you.

“Fuck-“

It was almost as if your hunger had taken control, not even noticing the speed that you had been going. Quickly you lift your foot, turning your wheel as you nervously tap away, slowly pulling over to the side allowing the pristine 1973 Ford F-250 to park itself in the slot behind.

Everything stilled as if the whole world knew the very outcome of your dangerous choice, if not a ticket then definitely something worse. You click your tongue, sighing to yourself before glancing into your left wing mirror.

Carefully you watch the taller, older male approach your vechile, his boots clacking against the concrete pavement.

You take in the deep muddy-like jacket that clung to his body, the pale buff coloured shirt underneath and the deep vibrant hazel of his trousers, you had managed to sus out just by the way he was dressed, how the hat sat perfectly atop of his head, how the golden badge he wore with pride glimmered underneath the dull street lights that he was in-fact the county’s sheriff.

The tapping grew heavier, much louder against the thin leather of your steering wheel, your heart beat strumming away rapidly in your ears you had almost ignored the sharp knock on the taint glass of your door.

An unsteady finger of your own presses with urgency to break the shield protecting you, coming face to face with your current consequences. The glass rolls down, disappearing from view completely, the town’s sheriff appearing attractive more so underneath the yellow lights.

With confidence, Rick unveils the hat that he wore moments ago before pressing it to his chest lightly. His cheek bones pulse knowing how much wasted time you had already caused, his teeth clamping together before he speaks.

“You even realise what speed you were going?”

The words were a mere echo within your head, bouncing back and forth from each corner, rolling over the rocky seas the sheriff’s appearance caused. You shook your head with the overconfident to not interrupt him, his pale blue eyes catching your glance.

“Well if I was certain, it was over the speed limit…can’t help but wonder why you were in such a rush?”

His accent was thick, definitely southern. His quirked up drawls and his stance already showcased the authority he held over you, even the eye contact he had managed to keep hold of had you in grasps of splurging out the truth.

“I- uh, I have no excuse really- I just clocked off of work and-“

“Can you step out of the vehicle sir?”

Instantly you could tell he had no remorse, nothing. Infact he replaced himself by taking a few steps to the side, allowing you to slowly tug on the one sided handle, unlocking the door to allow yourself out and into his space.

“Please- I can’t- mom’s gonna be pissed”

The words usher out of you as if you had been asked to ramble about your current worries. It had no affect on the sheriff, instead, once you stood fully upward in-front, he scrambles for the small notepad in his pocket which matched the brown of his attire.

“Listen kid, we both know what happened here…”

It eventually settles in as you watch the cop jot down a few things, scribbling his signature somewhere out of your focus. A wave of panic washes over you knowing a scolding was on it’s way but you somehow thought, maybe you could change the sheriff’s mind…somehow.

“Sheriff-“

He pauses before settling his arms, side by side, shoving the notepad back in his pocket.

“It’s Sheriff Grimes, Rick Grimes…”

You had seen in the paper of the newly appointed Sheriff and just how scary he could be up close although that hadn’t managed to change your mind, infact it helped you to gain the confidence you needed to plead playfully.

“Sheriff Grimes…I’d do anything to get this ticket off of my name…anything, I can’t go home with this otherwise-“

He allows a small grunt to surpass his reddened plump lips, feeling the small twitch in his briefs. He watches you closely, how your whole demeanour had changed from shy and shameful to playful and almost lewd if he hadn’t caught that lip bite.

Tilting his head to the side and disregarding his pointed hat on the hood of your car, you close in on him, the same ringing from before had crept upon you stealthily, heart beat as loud as the soft exhales you managed to let out.

Looking down he watches as you extend an arm carefully but lower, low enough that your finger tips graze the slowly growing tent between his crotch.

“What do you think your doing?”

His tone was low, half curious half stern, still trying to hold the slowly dissipating authority he held once before. He grunts when you begin to passionately grope the area, giving him a slight uncertain squeeze, looking up into his darkened eyes for approval.

He steps back momentarily, his held tilting once more in confusion and guilt but the glimmer in his eye suggested otherwise as if he to was just as curious to see where this would go.

“Ya could get into a lot of trouble wasting my time…”

You shudder, the air had gone colder as if the worry had completely left you alone, instead it was replaced by the lack of judgment and how much Rick craved the indwelling of his morals and how much he yearned for that touch.

It had been months, if that since he last had anything, anything worth time away from his busy schedule, this intrigued him, so much so he doesn’t move any further, the risk was the only thing pushing Rick further into the lustful spiral you casted.

Unexpectedly he moves back into place, back into your open palm. He felt heavier than before, filling out the rest of your hand as he settled against your passenger door. Giving him another testy squeeze, you pull back, a pale pink dusting of blush covering both cheeks.

“I- I wouldn’t want to do that…Sheriff”

He composed himself before standing up, not even bothering to ignore the growing ache his erection currently sported, closing in on you this time, he checked both left and right before turning his head bringing most of his focus back onto you.

“You wouldn’t?”

Before you could comply his lips were attacking your own, the same hunger that ate you from the inside out had engulfed Rick entirely, forgetting the risk of being caught and potentially losing his job his tongue rolled against yours, once or twice before pulling away, panting heavily.

Still you lacked the knowledge to understand that this was just to get off of a ticket, not to eagerly attach yourself to the town’s sheriff, but it proved hard when he towered over you, keeping an arm above your lowering form.

Knees hitting the cold concrete of the road, the bulge that continued to grow repeatedly gained your attention. Rick had no idea what had managed to possess him to go such limits to reward his own greed but he couldn’t let this go, not now.

“Y’gonna unzip my trousers…take me out, maybe, just maybe I’ll let you off”

You waste no time in following his instructions, finger tips tampering with the metal zipper before you pull it down, a desperate hand sinking into his confines, easily fishing for the protruding muscle.

Succeeding in your task, you eventually pull him out, fighting with the small hole that you could only pull him through. He was thick, thicker then you had seen before, the tip a dark shade of red, angry, almost as if he was seeking some sort of pleasure out of this also.

You gawk at the view, almost uncertain you couldn’t possibly except such size into your mouth. Meeting his eyes once again he manages to slide you a knowing glare.

“God Rick- how do you even- just how?”

You question before giving him a few teasing tugs, his balls full and heavy at the same time making it much more intimidating. It felt right to have him fully engrossed in your palm, Rick was a fumbling mess already, his own hand couldn’t compare to another’s, to yours.

“Fuck-“

A sense of pride ran through you in waves which inevitably pushes you to wrap your lips around his tip seductively, forcing his attention back down, watching as you slowly surpassed each inch.

“Y’gonna take it all sweetheart, no holding back now”

Anticipating the eventual moment you reach the trimmed levelling of hair, Rick’s hand grow heavier in your hair, bunching up the locks, guiding you down until your nose settled against his pubic bone, taking in the overwhelming, natural musk that spoke nothing but of Rick himself.

The officer above clutched the roof of his cruiser which slightly grounded him before allowing a subtle grunt to surpass his open lips, almost immediately he couldn’t contain his want to see how far you would go with this, how far your limits would take you.

“God you’re sweet- come on honey, show me how much you don’t want this ticket”

Resting the back of your head against his car door, you feel every ridge and vein pull away, just enough until he stood proud again before ushering most of his length back in, cramming the rest into the back of your throat.

Rick was big, to big to not worry about, you convulse, choking around the tip that claimed your awaiting throat which was now full of him and his manhood.

He smirks, almost seeking the moment you would turn into the mess he knew you can become, watching how your lips stretch into an “o” to accompany his size.

“Such a cock slut, wonder what ya daddy would think? How easy you are, how much of a slut ya are”

His mouth was vulgar which resembled the quickened pace he set, rolling his hips back and forth to force your throat to accommodate his size, to worship what he was giving. Trying your best to nod, Rick chuckled at your weak efforts, to busy using the mouth you were so willing to give to bother with his words.

The comforting presence of Rick’s hand lightly on your head had you desperately slurping him between your saliva slicked lips, each glob trickling down your chin with every roll of his hips.

“You were fuckin’ hungry for it sweetheart, look at ya, takin’ it like a champ-“

When he sped up, the noises got louder, lewd and slick which resembled your current state, tear stained cheeks and abused, puffy red lips. You sucked harder, Rick’s voice became strained as a string of profanities fell from his mouth.

“Fuckin’ close-“

He growled, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, claiming what was his. Each twitch of his manhood followed the rest, the weight of him growing heavier by the second.

“So wet, so fuckin’ inviting- ya were made for me, a fuckin’ dream”

Each pummel of his hips, each pressing of his groin into your face had you achy and leaky between your thighs, making a mess of your jeans. He kept you still, the cool metal of his car door keeping you grounded enough to eye the man above, vision blurred by the continuous tears he created.

His cheeks were flush and his panting grew heavy, each second that passed he grew tired and sloppy, his hips rolling languidly, pressing himself impossibly deeper, triggering your gag reflex until he couldn’t go any more.

“Gonna cum, paint them pretty little features, open wide for me honey-“

Just as you were about to pull off with a pop, he yanks himself back and outwards, hands tugging on his slick cock. Once his eyes roll back and the same low groan from before slips from his chest, deeply, you stick out your tongue, collecting each streak of white liquid that shot from his bulbous tip.

“Take it all- fuck-“

Rolling your tongue back after he stilled, catching his breathe, you finally taste what he was all about, swallowing the thickness that lingered on your tongue, tangy yet sweet, almost earthy.

Pleased with his work, sea-like blues resting back onto the face he just ruined, it couldn’t get any better, his thumb traced over your bottom lip, running through the saliva-cum mix before pressing his thumb upwards into your mouth.

His cock now flaccid still covered with spit and the reminder of his finish, he uses his other hand to tuck himself away before watching you swallow what his thumb offered, pulling away, he wipes it on your shirt, retreating to his trouser pocket to fish out a yellow piece of paper.

Inside was his number, although you had no clue, the indents of numbers on the folded paper had told you enough.

“I have a feelin’ i’ll be seeing you around…”

#male reader #x male reader #rick grimes #the walking dead #twd #smut #fluff #andrew lincoln #I-#I really tried with this one #so enjoy-#S1!Rick Grimes #Sheriff Rick Grimes #pre apocalypse

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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Day Seven: Rick Grimes + Virginity

The longest crush you had ever had on someone was the guy who lived across the street. Your dads best friend for years now. They both at the sheiff department. Cruisers partners.

You aren't sure how it managed to be just the two of you in your backyard but as your stared at him catching the sun rays in the sexiest way. You felt you body tingle the same way it always did when you looked at him. His deputy unirform hugging him all in the best ways possible.

But right now he was just hanging at your house his son at his mothers for the next few weeks at least until summer break was over. Your own classes long over and you didn't start back up at uni until the fall. A whole great, long summer to oglle over your crush.

Your father was on duty, and had asked Rick to come over and make sure that you were getting on okay since you just managed to get all your stuff out of thier bags and get settled into the summer.

Your body floated in the water as you let the sun soak into your body with ease. It wasn't until you heard shuffle from above the water did you look up towards where Rick was sitting before. He was no longer there rather now he was sitting at the edge of the pool his legs dipping into the pool water.

Blue swim trunks that caught your eyes the seconds you opened the front doors. Southern words that dripped from his mouth. "Do you mind if'i just use your pool for afew?" You nodded, but now here you were.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself sweetheart." Rick commented. He had always used that nickname. Ever since you had lived across from him, that was now at least ten years ago. Now you were twenty-two and still waiting for him to just drop to his knees and beg that you were all he needed.

Dreams are always better in your head.

You hummed, "It's better then the stupid cold dorms at the uni." You said. He nodded and watched as you went back to sun bathing on top the water. You didn't hear him slip into the water.

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your daze. "Rick?" You muttered as you shifted in the water. "You know you haven't said much about your time in the city. Why don't you tell me all about it." Rick is coaxing you, but you're so dumb you follow along. Ignorant to the way he's circling you, the way he's been eyeing you from his seat at the pools side.

"There isn't much to tell, exams went well, and my roomate brings every guy she mets back to the dorm so studyin' is a bitch." You shrug the last bit off. The words leave a bad taste in your mouth. "What do you mean sweetheart? You aren't beinging any lucky guys home… I mean um back to your dorm?" You shake your head water flinging to other parts of the pool.

"Oh, please I don't believe that." Rick tries, "You don't have a boyfriend, or girlfriend if you're into that sorta thing. Fine by me sweetheart." You chuckle surprised partially by his questions, but most surpised by how Rick hasn't realized that are not anybody's type.

"No I'm not really anyone's um type… guys don't really want a virgin…" Your hands smakes over your mouth

"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean…" From up to this point Rick had kept his distance, but now he was crepping closer and closer to your body. "No need to be ashamed sweetheart, this is not something that has to happen the minute you get out of high school, and anyways some guys don't how to treat a girl like you." Rick mumbles on as he activly pushes you up towards the wall of the pool.

"What do you mean?" You ask. A smirk grows on his face, "I just mean that you need an experinced man is all." "Like… um like you?" You ask, confindence coming out of nowhere. He nods, he whispers into your ear real close, "I see the way you look at me. Doe like fuckable eyes that you've got sweetheart." Even though the water is warm around you his words send shivers down your spine. "Will…' you bite your bottom lip as your back hits the wall. "Will you teach me then, Rick?" You're not begging but the way you melt agasint him and the wall says otherwise.

Smirking "Of course sweet thing." He says as his hands get to work under the water. Your binki top is off in a few seconds and the bottoms float to the top of the water. "Now that's much better, you've been showing yourself off to me ya know." You shake your head. His hands ghost over your tummy, and up to your breasts. Grabbing a hand full before falling in to kiss your chap lips. He moans into it and your melt into his touch.

Unaware of the hard on growing in his swim trunks. "You want me to fuck you good sweetheart?" He mumbles into your lips. You nod and moans as his fingers start to play with your clit. A new sensation washing over you. You brain becomes fuzzy as the feeling washes over you. Your head falls back over your shoulder blades.

"I gotta get you all nice and wet for me sweet heart. Can't go breakin' my brand new toy can I?" He plays with your clit until he's satisfied with both you and himself. He doesn't even get out of his truck just still them down his tan thighs. "This is gonna hurt, but baby that just means you'll end up lovin' the feeling." You brace yourself as the tip of his cock prods at your clit, and moans fall from your lips. The next thing you know without a hesitation or warning he's slipping his cock to the hilt. Your sobs are silent as you try to get used to the feeling. "Oh sweet jesus, Rick you feel… oh shit Mr. Grimes." You can't handle the thought of words, the sensation of his cock as the pain subsides.

He fucks you nice, and slow until he wants more from you. Moaning into the hot summer air. You aren't even worried about your father catching you, or what the neighbors might think you're just glad that right now he's fucking you so good you can't even remember what the hell your name is.

"Yeah come on darlin'… I can feel it coming squeezing me so tight I can barly move." His words are sending you closer and closer to the edge. "Y/n, sweet heart.… I want ya to cum all over my cock okay, can you do that for me? Can you do that for your dad's best friend? Can you be my dirty little virgin slut?" His words send you over the edge, and everything goes white. Your hands squeeze at Rick's shoulders and your legs wrap around his waist.

"Not gonna let go are ya?" His moans turn into groans and his grip on your hips turns into a death grip. His head falls between your shoulder and neck as his thursts become hard, and chatoic. He cum deep inside you and doesn't let go of you until he slips out of you, and looks at how fucked out you look.

Rick can worry abou the consquence later.

Completed on: 06/20/23

Posted on: 10/07/23

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darylsgarden · 8 months

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Pre apocalypse lover boy Daryl Headcanons 🥰🥺

When you worked as a cashier in the town supermarket he'd always stand in the queue for your counter, just so that he could see you up close🥺Just a simple good morning from you made his shitty days so much better already.

When you weren't there his eyes would try to find you so desperately, your coworkers would tease him about it, leaving him a blushing, stammering mess.

You had urged him to try a new product at your store and now he used to buy it every day just to see you smile when he used to hand it to you for billing ( he did not like it, tasted like piss to him)

You had once complemented his eye color and his ears had gone red, he was so flustered he could barely get a word out, just stood their chewing on his lips barely managing to get a "thanks" out.

Your other cashier coworkers would purposely harass him by asking him to come to their empty counters while he stood staring at the fridge waiting for yours to be free.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader #norman reedus #daryldixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #pre apocalypse

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scarisd3ad · 6 months

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Promptober day 19 - “I don’t do costumes”

Pairing - pre apocalypse! Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings - none

a/n - daryl and reader are maybe 18 possibly 19 in this fic couldnt really see older daryl having an reason to go to a halloween party so i decided that high school is really the only reason d wouldve gone to one.

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"c'mon D just for the night" I whine as I hold up a batman costume to match my cat women costume. it really wasn't a full costume, when I bought them, I knew Daryl would refuse to wear any type of body suit type thing. so, I bought the mask that would've gone with the full costume and then headed to Walmart to buy a tee-shirt with the batman logo on it. he lets out a sigh as I push out my lower lip in a pout "Please D for me?" he sighs as he shakes his head.

"I don' wear costumes"

I let out a disappointed groan, "seriously dar? it's not even really a costume. think of it as a themed outfit" I roll my eyes as a walk out of my- no our bedroom because even though I live with my parents Daryl spends most of his nights here with us. his family was horrible, and my parents loved him like a son, so we were able to break the no boyfriends staying over rule just for him. I sit on the couch with my arms crossed over my chest, and a sad pout on my lips. Daryl was a stubborn guy; he thought the costume was embarrassing even though everyone else there was going to be dressed up too.

"Fine I-I'll where the fuckin' costume"

I look up to see Daryl stood in the hallway that led into the living room. a glimmer of happiness flickers in my eyes as I smile "really?" he walks over to the couch and sits next to me. "mhm for you."

when we get to the party, he takes the mask off immediately, but he had fun even though he swears he didn't.

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#fanfics #x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x f!reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x fem!reader #pre apocalypse #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #promptober

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that-girl-glader · 10 months

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I feel so bad for those who have never read/watched TMR, Hunger Games, The Giver, Divergent, Farenheit 451, or TLOU because HOW ARE THEY GOING TO SURVIVE BRO. I just watched a tiktok video thay just "proved" a point I've been saying. Those books, that genre is GOING to become Historical Fictio. I SWEARRR. BECAUSE HOW IN THE ELON MUSK do you expect us to not end up there, how in the billionairs drowning in a submarine do you expect us not to get there. Let's be so fr right now. Atleast dystopian fans are PREPARED.

#dystopian #the maze runner series #the giver #divergent #hunger games #the last of us #last kids on earth #love and monsters #every futuristic and dystopian movie ever #apocolypse #post apocalypse #pre apocalypse #apocolyptic #elon musk #i have posted something like this but I may have been bad at tugging #or just a loser

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just-a-space-nugget · 7 months

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MALWARE | Chapter 3: I Am Alive?

Chapter Summary:

Eye contact is a powerful thing. When you make eye contact with someone it signifies attention, curiousness, consciousness, alertness, intimacy, and intelligence. Eye contact can speak louder than words. Initiate silent conversations. Studying the other’s reactions to yours, their expressions, their thoughts, their intentions… Telling you if you are in danger or safe.. whether they are friend or foe.. setting the tone for what comes next.

Reblogs are very much appreciated

#nugget writes #malware #my story #my ocs #post apocalypse #pre apocalypse #science fiction #half life inspired #aliens #robots #future

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Hiii!

I come with a new story, it is still in prototype and development phase, but I have some chapters already finished and I would like to share them with you. It's the first time I write something like this, I warn that it may be a little hard, maybe not the first chapters, but well, you will read it.

I hope you like it!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife / Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 1.

Warnings: Fluff. Childhood. Mention of drugs. Mention of abuses.

Words: 2500.

Summary: Daryl met her at school and was really awkward.

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Part 1. Meet her.

Daryl met her at school, the first day his mother took him to school for the first time. School was already starting, but the Dixon family hadn't been able to take their little boy before due to an inability to pay the tuition. His mother left him there with an old and somewhat gnawed backpack from his brother, Merle, he was only eight years old, but he already knew he wasn't going to fit in no matter how hard he tried, people would always see him as a freak.

All the kids had their eyes on him, the teacher asked him to find a seat to start the class, he would have liked to tell her that he would rather stand there, or even leave, but he knew that wouldn't make his mother happy and his father....

He'd rather not think about it.

He searched with his eyes until he found an empty table, dragging his existence as if it weighed a ton, Daryl sat down at that desk leaving his backpack on top, he had no books or notebooks, so he couldn't do much else. Suddenly he felt a touch on his arm that made him look to the side.

"That's my seat." The soft, somewhat shrill voice of a girl, made him grimace.

She wore her hair in two pigtails, had her hands resting on her hips in an angry gesture, but her eyes looked at him calmly, there was no fear, no reproach. Daryl shrugged, playing with the strap of his backpack between his fingers.

"It ain't has a name..."

Their first meeting may not have been the most romantic, nor would it be written like the love movies they put in the movies. But it was their first meeting and Daryl would always remember it with infinite fondness.

She opened her mouth in a dramatic and offended way, but she stood still, taking a pen she wrote in trembling handwriting her name on the table. Daryl read it several times before it burned itself into his mind.

"Now it has." She said with an air of superiority, a smile of pride innate in a child.

But Daryl wasn't going to give up so easily, snatching the pencil from her, he wrote his name as well, just below hers.

"It's mine too."

"Okay." She shook her shoulders, not willing to give up. "Then we'll sit together."

"What? No." He quickly refused, but she already had a chair in her hands and sat down next to him, pushing the boy's backpack away. "Hey!"

"Besides you don't have any books, do you? You need me."

You need me.

Daryl was never able to say for sure how true those words were throughout his life.

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Throughout the week, Daryl made more friends than he thought he would, it wasn't just his own doing, the kids were curious about him, when he told of going out in the woods with his brother hunting, there was a lot of murmuring, when he said he knew how to track and read the tracks of prey, there were gasps of surprise, but when he told of knowing how to use a crossbow, everyone let out an exclamation of excitement. At first Daryl felt uneasy and uncomfortable, too many people around him, he was used to himself and solitude, sometimes Merle, but not many other people, so many like him pulling and pushing his body, made him feel nervous, but as the days went by he felt good, he had no relationship with those kids outside the school, he knew they were from different worlds, but he liked what had formed inside those walls, another reality that helped him forget what he had inside the house.

Little by little he dared to be more outgoing, to let those kids get closer to him, to play with them, to form a group.

But that wasn't all. She was always around him. And that made him nervous.

He'd never had a girl around him for so long. His mother maybe, but he'd never seen her as a girl because well... she was his mother. That she was always there, that she always wanted to play with them, to be near him, was something that had him confused. He wanted to ask Merle, he was older so he had more experience in those things, but finding Merle sometimes was harder than seeing the Chupacabra in the woods, so he gave up on his attempts at sibling advice.

One day, while everyone was waiting for the teacher to return to the classroom, a girl approached Daryl. He knew her, she was a classmate, they didn't talk much, she had her own group of friends, her parents had told her things about his family and wouldn't let her get close to him, she was never nice to him, not nasty either, she just had that confused and scared look, like other people who knew the Dixon family. But that day curiosity got the better of her, it seemed.

"Hello, Daryl." She greeted him with a shy smile.

"Hi..."

"Hey... We're going to play Dodgeball in the backyard later... W-want to play with us?" He offered and Daryl was surprised.

"With ya?"

"Hey!" She appeared out of nowhere, almost startling them both. "Leave my boyfriend alone." She said to the other girl, Daryl lost all ability to speak at that moment.

"Your boyfriend? He's not your boyfriend!" the other girl replied.

"Sure he is!" Before poor Dixon could say anything himself, she held his face with a marker in her hand and wrote her name on his forehead. "See? It's got my name on it!"

Maybe their first meeting wasn't romantic, or like in the TV love movies, but Daryl wished that day, that jagged, shaky handwriting, would never be erased from his skin.

"Dixon, you're late!" her voice made him raise his head as he walked towards the old abandoned building.

She had grown up, they both had, in fact, they were no longer the eight year olds they met, now fifteen years old, things had changed. A little. Daryl had grown into a rather attractive young man, blond hair, intense blue eyes, he was still incapable of interacting with too many people, but with her everything felt different. She had changed too, traded in her pigtails for a long, beautiful mane, took on slightly rounder, fuller features, but Daryl didn't mind at all, not to mention when her body began to develop. The first time, after the summer months of not seeing each other, when Daryl stared at her boobs like an idiot.

"I'm warning you, Dixon, if you keep looking at me like that I'll kick you in the balls." She said with such sincerity that Daryl felt a shiver run down his spine.

"I-I'm sorry..." Was the only thing he was able to say.

After that day, he himself had to curb some comment about his friend's body, but she alone knew how to defend herself with no problem, it was the first thing he knew about her as soon as he met her.

As they grew older, the curiosity of a young man, of a teenager, took over. Merle had tried to explain things to him about sex, of course, for Daryl that wasn't the part he most needed to hear, it was unpleasant and uncomfortable to listen to all his stories of quick sex in the bathrooms of a pub, to watch those over acted pornographic movies. He had other doubts, because she was his best friend and the last thing he wanted was to lose that over a misstep.

"Merle has noticed that I've discovered his stash." He explained coming up to her, showing her a couple of joints he brought with him. "I gotta be careful or he'll beat the shit out of me."

"Tell me and I'll punch him." She said taking one of the joints, watching as Daryl smiled at her bravery.

She was never a fan of Merle, neither was she or anyone else, maybe just Daryl, all things considered, he had saved his ass on more than one occasion, he had taken care of him when their mother died, but far from that he understood the revulsion people could have towards his brother, he never did anything to try and get people to have any real affection for him. But she always fought with him, verbally, Daryl would never let him lay a hand on her, even though he knew he wouldn't hit her, or so he always wanted to believe.

"Who is she?" He asked her when he saw she wasn't alone.

"She's my little sister." He explained and introduced you. "This is Daryl." She told you and you nodded your head, looking at him sideways. "My parents are gone for a few days and I have to take care of her." She excused herself, you scowled at her, annoyed.

"It's okay... Does she smoke?" He asked making her laugh.

"She's only thirteen, Daryl, of course not."

"Well, I remember ya at that age..."

"Shut up!" she obliged, pointing her finger at him, making him laugh. You watched the situation curiously, in the background, as you walked into the old building again and sat down to share the joint Daryl had brought with him.

You had heard about him countless times, your sister was crazy about him, but she was good at hiding it, or he was too much of an idiot to notice, at that moment, seeing them together, it seemed to you that they were quite alike, that they made a good couple, their jokes, their conversations without a particular topic, how your sister laughed and picked on him, teasing him, but not seriously. Your parents didn't like Dixon too much, they thought he was a bad influence on your sister, but you didn't think he was, neither he for her, nor she for him. They were just two young people doing young people things, smoking, trying alcohol, some vandalism outside of parental orders, but she never stopped studying and being a good girl otherwise, so you thought your parents were exaggerating a bit.

"Are you going to become addicted to that?" You asked her once, when you found a joint in her backpack.

"Of course not, we just smoke sometimes; you know, the stress of high school... Dad and Mom when they argue... love." She shrugged and you frowned.

"Love? Is that bad?"

"Yes when you're in love with an idiot." She sighed her confession.

After remembering that and watching the scenes in front of you, you rolled your eyes and let them be alone, you weren't going to put up with her flirting having a ruined building to explore. It was much more exciting.

"Dun think she liked me." Daryl commented as he watched you walk away.

"Don't mind her, she has a hard time talking sometimes...she reminds me of someone." She joked and Daryl grimaced.

"Very funny." His fingers ran down her sides making her giggle and roll around in his arms spreading her laughter to the blond.

Snuggled up against each other, her between Daryl's legs, her back resting against his chest and him against the wall, they shared the joint making thick rings of smoke, silence had made its way between them, but it wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, it felt good to be like this, calm, having nothing to say.

"Was it really because of Merle?" her voice brought him back to reality for a moment. "That you were late... Was it because of Merle?"

Daryl gulped, feeling her fingers caress his knee as she took another puff on the cigarette. There weren't many things he could hide from her and this was one of them, she knew perfectly well when he was lying, when something bad had happened in his house. She knew a year after they were friends at school, when Daryl showed up with bruises, he said he had fallen, but the truth was very different, he never let her know about his family until they were a little older and she showed up at his house herself. He went into a rage, fear gripping him, he didn't want his father to be able to see her there and tell her, do something to her, because of him. When he was finally able to come clean with her, she found that place, like a little refuge for the two of them, where to escape to when things got really bad, where she could find him and take care of him without asking too many questions.

Daryl always felt safe within those walls, with her always looking out for him.

"My dad was home." He admitted. "He'd been drinking, again, he kept calling me, and Merle, I couldn't move from the room...until he's been knocked unconscious..." He sighed. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, you idiot." She said giving him a swat on the leg.

She turned to be kneeling between his legs. The two of them looked at each other intensely, saying nothing again, just their eyes locked on each other. Daryl felt his heart pounding, he could even sense that she was breathing somewhat labored as well, nervous, anxious, he couldn't tell for sure. His whole body tensed as she leaned forward, for a second he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest and then he relaxed, when her arms wrapped around his body and rested her head on his chest. Daryl let out a restrained sigh and wrapped his arms around her hugging her too.

"I'm fine." He assured her.

"I know." She whispered pulling away from him, looking up at him, and stroked his cheeks. "I'm going to pee." She warned him and he snorted in amusement.

"How romantic." He joked watching her get up and walk away.

Daryl was grateful for those moments of calm, he needed his mind to relax, his heart to keep beating normally, that second when he's thought you two were going to kiss, it made him so nervous he thought rather than kissing you he was going to end up throwing up.

"And my sister?" your voice reached his ears, looking in your direction, he pulled himself together clearing his throat.

"She's gone to the bathroom." He looked at you and bit his lip several times. "Are ya okay, do ya need anythin'?"

"No...just...I thought you guys would be making out or something..." You commented looking down at your feet.

"Making out?" The word was hard to get out of his mouth as he felt his cheeks redden.

"Well... you're her boyfriend, aren't you?"

"H-Her... no, no, we're just friends." He shook his head quickly and you picked your arms.

"Ah, I thought you two were a couple...she told me she was in love with a jerk." You looked at him with intensity at the same time Daryl's eyes went wide. "Maybe he's not the only idiot." You shrugged leaving him alone there again.

His heart pounding a mile a minute again.

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