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"Mom! Your booty call is back!" Remy called out the back door to Adalia that Thursday afternoon. She was in the backyard hanging laundry out to dry.

"Remy Joseph Monroe, I'm going to take away that phone if you're gonna keep talking to me like that!" Adalia returned.

"Whatever," Remy huffed and disappeared into his room, leaving Daryl standing by the open front door in the living room. Jenna and a friend of hers were giggling in the kitchen as they looted the cupboards for snacks.

"Is that your dad?" the friend asked in a not-hushed-enough whisper.

"Naw, he's a friend of my ma's," Jenna replied, both girls staring at him.

"You harassing the company?" Adalia asked Jenna when she returned through the back door and saw them staring.

"No mama. Just getting a snack," Jenna said, but there was a weird emphasis on the way she said snack, and both girls were still giggling loudly as they disappeared back into Jenna's room.

"Hey, there," Adalia greeted Daryl with a soft smile, trying not to fuss over the fact her hair was up in a messy bun and she was walking around barefoot in a pair of gray leggings and a New Orleans Saints t-shirt.

"Hey," he greeted her with a nod and that little smile - the one that seemed a little shy and made every nerve ending in her body light up. "I had a few hours to myself, thought I could take care of that stuff for you if you want."

"I won't complain," She said. "There's plenty to do, what did you have in mind?" she asked, feeling completely off balance with this new aspect of Daryl and their relationship. Suddenly, there was the sound of a chainsaw starting up. Adalia jumped at the sudden noise and leaned to peer out the window at Merle as he began clearing some trees that had fallen in a storm earlier in the year. She and Remy had managed to push them off to the side enough that the driveway wasn't completely blocked, but they were still in the way and an awful eyesore.

"That's a good place to start," she smiled at Daryl, now standing beside her. "Nice of Merle to help."

"He owes me a few favors," Daryl told Adalia with a shrug. She gazed up at him silently for a long moment. "What?" he asked when he realized he was being stared at.

"Why are you doing this, shug? Hmm? Cause you found out I had kids?" she asked, sincerely baffled by the change. Not that she was complaining.

"Naw, it ain't like that," Daryl told her, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down at his feet. "I just, I dunno, I just… wanted to."

"Well. I guess that's as good of a reason as any," Adalia said softly, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Daryl stepped up and put a hand on each of her hips. Adalia's chest hitched in surprise and pleasure. He looked down at her with those blue eyes of his.

"You gotta work tonight?" he asked.

Adalia was scheduled to work, but at that moment she'd have burned the Rendezvous down to its foundation to be able to spend some time with him.

"No, not tonight. If you're planning on winning g the karaoke contest, I'll be sure to be there though," she lied, hoping he might have other plans and that they included her.

"Merle's buddies, the ones we're working with right now, they're planning on lighting a bonfire, having some drinks. If you felt like coming out," he told her, leaning in to kiss her neck and sending sparks flying all through her.

"Let me just check my calendar," she joked, sliding her hands up along Daryl's back. He chuckled and drew back up to look into her eyes again. "Looks like I'm free tonight." she smiled. As they lost themselves in the moment, they hadn't heard the chainsaw stop.

"When you said we were coming here to get wood, that is not what I thought you meant!" Merle grumbled after poking his head in the open door to see what was taking Daryl so long.

"Shut up! I'll be there when I get there," Daryl replied, scowling at his brother.

"Hi Merle," Adalia said playfully, giving him a little wave.

"Hey Betty Boop-oop-oopsie-doop," Merle flirted back. He had started telling her she looked like Betty Boop one night at the bar and would not call her anything else now.

"Go on, I'm right behind ya!" Daryl told him, waving his whole arm at him. Merle laughed as he went back out and started the chainsaw once again.

"You didn't want the wood from that tree, did you? I thought we could take it.." Daryl was saying, and Adalia finished his sentence with him.

"For the bonfire tonight, yeah. It's a good thing you invited me at least," she teased.

"It's not the only reason I came out," Daryl defended himself. "I'm gonna hang that screen door right so it'll stop swinging and slamming all the time, fix the shutter on that back window, and anything else you need to be done."

"Anything?" Adalia asked, biting her lip at him.

"Stop," he said, waving her off and heading outside to get to work. As soon as he joined Merle, Adalia grabbed her phone and called in sick.

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As Daryl and Merle were tossing the firewood into the back of the truck, Remy came stalking up to them, his teenage boy swagger on full show.

"You know she's married, right?" he announced as he came up and leaned on the back of the truck, folding his arms on the edge of the truck bed.

"Who the fuck is this?" Merle asked in his most threatening growl. The boy stared him down without reacting.

"Adalia's boy," Daryl replied, continuing to chuck the wood into the truck bed without stopping to look at the kid.

"You think you got some mighty big balls on you, boy? Walking up on us like you 'as ready for a fight," Merle took off his gloves and started walking toward the kid, ready to teach him a lesson.

"Hey!" Daryl stepped in between them, "Naw, man. He's just a kid." Merle scowled but went back to working on loading the firewood.

"Listen, kid, you don't like me spending time with your mom, I get it.." Daryl started to say, but Remy interrupted.

"No, I don't like you coming here and making yourself right at home," Remy told him sharply.

"It ain't like that."

"Better not be," Remy said.

"You gonna be the man of the house, least you can do is work like it," Merle said, tossing a pair of gloves in the boy's face. Remy scowled but put them on and started helping.

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That night, right about dusk, Daryl showed up in the driveway to pick Adalia up. His presence was declared to all by the rumble of a motorcycle engine. Jenna and her friend looked out the window and giggled madly. Remy even had to look out the window at the beautiful machine he was on.

"All right, Remy is in charge, clean up after yourselves, and don't burn the place down. I've got my keys, so lock up. I'll be home when I get home," she said, hugging Jenna and heading for the door.

When she stepped out, Daryl was still straddling the bike, waiting for her. He looked like something straight out of a teenage dream.

When they got to the party, she was introduced to several men in various states of information and their 'old ladies', the field full of motorcycles of various styles.

"You didn't tell me you were in a biker gang," Adalia whispered in his ear.

"Naw, they're harmless," he assured her. They sat with the others for an hour or so, laughing and chatting. As time went on, the music got louder and louder and it got harder to talk. Daryl stood and grabbed Adalia by the wrist, much like he had the first night they'd met, and led her away from the others.

There was an old barn that looked like it was ready to fall over, and when Daryl gestures to a ladder that went up from the outside to the big, open hayloft Adalia had to think about it for a moment.

"It's safe," he assured her.

Once they were up there, Daryl sat on the edge with his legs hanging over. Adalia sat nearby with her legs crossed, not quite as brave as he was. The moon was orange and full; it hung just above the trees and provided the perfect mood lighting.

"What's his name?" Daryl asked after a few moments of enjoying the moon and the quiet of their hiding spot.

"Who?" Adalia asked, her heart beginning to pound and her eyes searching for a safe way out. It was a reaction honed through years of abuse and jealousy. When Tim had said those words it meant he thought she was cheating on him (which she never had) and it would lead to an argument or a physical fight.

"Your husband. Remy said you weren't divorced." he asked, lighting up a cigarette.

"Oh, Remy." Adalia sighed. "It was hardest on him, I think when we left." she accepted the cigarette when Daryl handed it to her and took a long drag before passing it back.

"He's right though, I haven't filed the papers because Tim would get a copy and that would mean he would have my address."

"He hurt you?" Daryl asked, sitting with his head down, glancing at her sideways rather than looking directly at her.

"Yeah, he did," she admitted. "I just wish I would have wised up sooner."

"It ain't that easy to walk away from family," Daryl said. He stubbed the cigarette out on the boards next to himself. "I don't know what you're looking for, Adalia, and I ain't sure I have it to give. I just want to say that, I can't make you any promises."

Adalia smiled at his honesty, and at how hard it must be for someone as private as Daryl to open himself up like this.

"I'm not looking for a ring, or a new daddy for my kids or anything like that, Daryl Dixon," she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I don't know if I could even do any of that again. All those promises and expectations. I like this, though. I like spending time with you when you have it to spare. I like just knowing there is someone out there that thinks of me fondly from time to time. To think there is someone that smiles when they think of me," she told him.

"Yeah?" he said, wrapping an arm around her.

"Yeah," she assured him. They stared up at the moon for a while longer, then he spoke again.

"We're all done with that demo job. Merle says he's got something lined up for us down in Valdosta. He wants to leave in the morning." he told her eventually.

"So what you're telling me is you ship out tomorrow, Sailor? But we got tonight," she replied, her eyelashes lowered as she looked up at him.

"Yeah," he murmured, looking right back at her.

"That's enough," she told him, and he leaned down to kiss her as he had earlier in the week.

"C'mere," he said, standing and helping her up. A little farther back in the loft, there were some blankets and an air mattress set up, a radio, and a softly lit lantern.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" she teased, and he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close.

"Yeah," he said simply before closing the distance and kissing her again, this time leading with that tongue of his and warming her right up. The music on the radio was slow and sad, and they were practically dancing as they kissed and slowly began undressing each other, running their hands over the curves and planes of each other's bodies until they could probably sculpt a statue of the other with their eyes closed.

Adalia settled onto the bed he had made for them, laying on her back without bothering to cover up with a blanket. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow under her, and Daryl settled gently on top of her, between her legs. He kissed her again and again, one hand holding hers, pinning her arm above her head as the other hand reached down so he could slide two fingers inside of her slowly, the pad of his thumb flicking lightly at her clit. She rocked her hips against his touch. Her free hand was buried in his shaggy hair as he guided himself into her slowly. This was new, and it was so sensual - she was taken by surprise once again by this man. They had fucked several times now, but this? This felt like lovemaking. As he pushed slowly in his breathing started to come quicker as if he was as moved by the intensity of this as she was.

His hand was no longer necessary to help him join their bodies, he took her free hand in it and pinned it above her head as well. Every inch of them seemed to be touching as he moved slowly rocking his hips at a slow but smoldering speed.

Adalia closed her eyes and let the feeling of their bodies join at the center, at their hands, and even their feet were all tangled up. As he needed to move faster, trying desperately to make it last as long as possible, but the need built quickly despite his efforts.

As he rocked his hips and Adalia began to move with him, his face was beside hers, his breath in her ear. Every little gasp and groan from him drove her desire higher, hotter. Adalia opened her legs just a bit wider and the friction from his movements found her clit.

"I'm going to come, Daryl, you feel so god damned good. Don't stop, please don't stop!" her words came faster, louder as her release teased and built some more.

"I could live inside of you…" he murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe. She lifted her hips and spread her legs wide as he buried himself and she felt herself unravel around him, repeating his name over and over as she came. He picked up his pace then and she could feel his arms trembling but he didn't let go of her hands.

"Adalia?" he breathed her name. "say my name again."

She obliged gladly, whimpering his name into his ear letting him feel her breath against his skin, letting him hear her every moan of pleasure at the way he felt inside of her. When he came, she could feel every muscle in his arms and legs tense and flex around her. She closed her eyes and tried to memorize every single moment of this to get her through the lonely nights.

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