The Love of a Good Man - Chapter Two

Maggie returned to her cell that night to mope. She normally didn't turn in until around ten, but she came in an hour early.

Dinner had been a miserable experience, with Daryl making sure his back remained turned to her. The message was loud and clear: Keep away. Glenn grabbed a plate and ate on the run since he needed to help get the water sterilized and the barrels for the showers filled. Her father was spending a lot of time looking over animals with Dr. S, and her sister, Beth, was wrapped up in some new guy named Zach.

“You look lonely and sad. Company?”

Karen stood with her plate in hand while Maggie nodded for her to take a seat. They looked at everyone around them. They'd survived the worst of winter together and spring was springing, as her father would say.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Maggie’s eyes traveled to Tyreese and Sasha, who were doling out dinner together.

“I'm just bored, I guess,” Maggie answered. “You and Tyreese, huh?”

Karen's face lit up in a smile. “Yes. I haven't been this happy in a long time. I didn't think I'd ever smile again after....Well. Tyreese saw me through the worst of it. Now it's just…”

“New and thrilling?” Maggie supplied.

“Yes,” Karen agreed. “New and thrilling. As new love should be.”

Maggie finished her dinner and watched Beth and Zach leaning close, laughing, happy. She didn't need a public romance. She didn't need to giggle. No, what Maggie needed was something completely different. Her eyes strayed to Daryl. She imagined her hands gripping his bare back as his hips rolled between her thighs. Breathlessness, flushed, sweat-slicked skin, and needy moans was what she wanted. Passion was what she craved.

Now she was here, in the cell she and Glenn shared, her belly full of roasted deer meat and vegetables, her body tense and restless. She tried to push her mind to other things, such as something sweet for dessert, but confections weren't what she really wanted.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Daryl and how badly she’d botched everything, all because she wanted to get fucked by a big hairy beast of a man with big muscles and broad shoulders. He could only ignore her for so long before Glenn picked up on the tension. What would she offer as an explanation when that time came?

“It's nothing, Honey. I just wanted Daryl to bang me like a hammer.”

Just thinking about it got her wet. Daryl Dixon’s big, muscled body resting between her thighs, his tongue in her mouth, his cock moving inside her...

Maggie checked to make sure the privacy curtain was closed and then slipped her fingers into her pants. She hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. She thought about the way Daryl had smelled, like fresh air and soap and something else, something unique to him. He was so different from Glenn. She could remember that smell clearly as she began to finger herself.

Was Daryl’s cock bigger than Glenn’s? Glenn was no slouch in the dick department. She’d had two other men before him, neither of them anything to brag to a friend about. Glenn had also been the best of her three lovers. He was kind, and caring, and she’d enjoyed the sex. What about Daryl, though? She imagined he’d whored around a lot in the days before the Turn. How could he not with a  brother like Merle probably dragging him around whorehouses and easy women in bars? A man that hot simply didn't have a hard time getting laid. Women had probably thrown their panties at him.

She liked to imagine those times she’d gotten a glimpse of the outline of Daryl’s dick in his jeans. He wore loose, baggy pants most of the time but she could still see it. She thought he probably had big balls, too, and how good they’d feel slapping against her while he fucked her. His hands were so massive compared to Glenn’s. They were probably rough, too, from a lifetime of hunting and carrying a crossbow and knives.

“Oh, God…” she moaned, feeling herself near climax as she imagined Daryl pinning her down on the bed and pumping into her.

“Maggie?”

Glenn was home. He’d arrived and pulled open the curtain with wide, frightened eyes, as though afraid he'd find her dead, turned into a monster. As soon as he realized she was masturbating, the first time he’d ever seen her do it, she saw his jeans swell.

“Fuck,” he said, his eyes clouding with lust.

If only he knew she'd been thinking of another man in his place, he wouldn't have yanked the curtain closed and jerked off his belt. Though she wished it was Daryl, Maggie was glad that she had Glenn. She could use penetration to help climax. She yanked her pants down and turned over, pushing her ass into the air, wantonly begging to be fucked.

Glenn was there, moving like lightning, unzipping his jeans before thrusting into her, hard. She easily imagined it was Daryl behind her, fucking her, and she came around her husband’s cock a little harder than she normally did.

“What brought that on?” Glenn asked later, after lying down next to her. He’d been so turned on it hadn’t taken him as long as usual to come.

Maggie shrugged and fixed her clothes. “Just horny, is all.”

“That was hot,” Glenn said tiredly. He was already drifting off to sleep.

“Yeah,” she agreed, thinking about Daryl. “It was.”

…

In the morning she sought Daryl out, the keys to the Dodge in hand, and found him sharpening his hunting knife in the lunch area. She sat down beside him, grateful that it was noisy and conversations were boisterous. He refused to look at her. He just pretended she wasn’t there.

“I’ve got the keys to the truck. We can go get the mattresses,” she said.

“Naw,” he said. “I’m good with a bunk mattress.”

Maggie sighed. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself,” she said quietly. “Please?”

Finally he looked up at her, briefly meeting her eyes and biting the inside of his jaw, something he did when he was nervous.

“All right,” he finally said.

She found Glenn and told him of the run she was making.

“A mattress?”

She nodded. “We can get rid of those tiny bunks in our room and sleep on a real bed. It’ll be good. Daryl needs a bed, too. He’s taking a room in the administration building. The warden’s office.

Glenn openly lamented the loss of the office. “I kept thinking we’d get that one day. Maybe when we had kids.”

She smiled. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Be careful out there.”

She nodded and kissed him. “See you tonight after dinner.”

He slapped her ass playfully and Maggie actually giggled, feeling good, especially about last night. Fantasy Daryl had been quite the lover. Unfortunately she’d never get to try the real Daryl because he was so stuck on being honorable. She should have been proud, she knew, but instead she was frustrated.

As soon as they were through the gate Maggie opened up.

“I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me.”

“You forgive me?

He shrugged.

“Come on, Daryl,” Maggie said, rolling her eyes. “I told you why I wanted to fuck you.”

His cheeks actually flushed. He hurriedly looked out of the window, keeping his gaze averted, and she studied him as much as she could while still safely driving.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No,” he said quietly. “Just been a long time. Not that it matters. I ain’t stabbin’ Glenn in the back just 'cause you got hot in the pants.”

She reached out to touch his hand but he jerked it away.

“You said you’s keepin’ your hands to yourself!”

“Okay, I’m sorry!” she said, pulling her hand back. She'd had no idea he'd be so jumpy. “I’m just trying to be a friend. Jesus. Bite my head off.”

“Just keep your eyes on the road.”

They rode on in silence until they entered town. Suddenly Maggie found herself laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded.

“Nothing.”

“Nuh-huh, don’t do that. I hate it when people do that. You laughin’ at me?”

“Of course not. It’s just…you almost seem afraid of me.”

“I ain’t afraid of nothin’.”

“Sure.”

She pulled up in front of the mattress place and cut the engine. Daryl climbed out, crossbow ready. Maggie had her hand near her knife. They banged on the window of the mattress store and two walkers shuffled up to the window. Once Maggie and Daryl were in they took the two walkers out and cleared the rest of the store.

“Wow, this place held up well,” Maggie said.

She went to one of the display beds and plopped down. She was rewarded with dust but not much else. It was musty inside but there was no evidence of mold.

“The wrapped mattresses are in back,” said Daryl, watching her.

She could see from one of the mirrors on the walls that he’d been staring hard at her, his eyes moving from her head to her feet and back up again. He was definitely scoping her out but he wasn’t going to admit to it. Or, unfortunately, act on it.

“Come on,” he insisted.

Maggie rolled her eyes. “Okay, hold your horses. Learn to enjoy yourself.”

“The shit could hit the fan any second. I just wanna get the mattresses and go.”

“You don’t want a frame?” she asked.

He rolled his broad shoulders. “I guess. If we got time.”

They found a queen size mattress, a really good one, wrapped, along with a frame to match that Daryl could put in his room. Then she found a full size mattress she and Glenn could stuff into their tiny cell.

...

“I want to look for some other things,” Maggie informed him, once the truck was loaded. “Formula and diapers for Judith and some things to decorate with.”

Daryl frowned. “Decorate? I don’t need to decorate.”

“Well, too bad. I’m decorating your place. It’ll be fun.”

“Fun,” he scoffed, but allowed her to lead him into an abandoned department store.

Maggie found some cute panties and a matching bra in green that had held up. She also found some socks and underwear before finding some curtains Daryl could hang over the windows. She kept picking things up while Daryl watched, exasperated, decidedly not laughing at her dirty jokes.

“What is all this shit?”

“Things for your place,” she said. “Quit being so damn surly. It’s getting on my nerves.”

“Getting on your nerves? That goes both ways, Sweetheart.”

Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Sweetheart?” she said, easing up to him and holding up the green lace panties she’d found. “Got any other names for me?”

He flushed again and backed up. “Maggie please. Stop it.”

He looked so serious she decided she’d respect his wishes, especially since he'd said please, a word she wouldn't have thought was even in Daryl Dixon's vocabulary. She stopped joking and flirting and trying to have a good time and got down to business.

They had a huge haul, most of what Daryl considered unnecessary bullshit, but they also had things for Judith that would last her awhile so the trip wasn’t a total loss, despite Maggie’s best efforts.

“I wish there was a convenience store open,” she said.

“Why?”

“I want something sweet. I haven’t had anything chocolate in a long time.”

“Stay here,” he said.

“Where you going?”

“Just stay,” he said, exasperated, and slammed the door. She waited. A minute later he was back, plopping an unopened box of Twinkies on the armrest.

“Where did you find these?”

“The office in back,” he said.

“And you were gonna leave them?” she asked, incredulous.

“I never had much of a sweet tooth.”

“I could change that,” she said with a wink. Daryl heaved a sigh and looked out of the window. Maggie wasn't sure if he was really angry with her for what she said, what she wanted from him, or because she was wearing his resolve away. She suspected it was a little of all three.

Maggie opened the box and they were still soft, each  one wrapped. She offered him one and he took it. They sat in the truck, in silence, eating Twinkies. Maggie moaned on the first bite.

“Oh, God, that’s good.”

“Stop trying to sound sexy,” he said sharply.

She giggled again, licking her lips, making him look down at his feet. “I wasn’t. Glad you think I do.”

“Why me?” he asked, when she was nearly finished with her third Twinkie. The question didn't entirely come as a surprise. It was obvious he didn't think much of himself.

“You don’t know you’re hot, do you, Daryl?”

“Hot?”

“Yeah. You’re all big, with broad shoulders and muscles. You’re hairy. You're sexy. You’ve got a good-looking face. Plus you’re nice sometimes. You’ve got a gentle soul. You just don’t like to show it.”

Daryl considered what she said as he fiddled with the wrapper. “Glenn’s got a good soul.”

“Yes, he does,” Maggie agreed. “I love him for it.”

Daryl looked directly at Maggie now. “If you love him so much then why you trying to fuck me?”

“Because I wanna fuck,” she said simply, honestly. “I want sex. No strings attached. We just fuck and then go about our business. It’d be a good time, a release, and a secret of mine that won’t hurt anybody if we’re careful.”

He watched Maggie dig her finger into the cream of the treat and lick  it from her fingers.

“Haven’t you ever wanted something just to enjoy it, Daryl? Something nobody else needed to know about?”

He nodded. He’d wanted lots of things, all his life, but that same life had taught him he couldn’t have them. He wasn’t worthy of them.

“What do you mean ‘no strings’?”

The question excited Maggie. She tried not to get her hopes up. Just because he asked, it didn't mean he'd give her what she wanted. 

“No commitment,” she explained. “No expectations. I’m not leaving my husband. Not for you or anybody. I just want sex for the sake of having sex.”

She hoped he was coming around. She hoped the next words from his lips were something along the line of ‘let’s do it’ but they weren’t. Instead he just said “You should save some for later. You keep goin’ you’re gonna get sick.”

He was right. Her belly was starting to revolt. She put the last bite up to his lip and he slowly opened up to eat it. She found that erotic, the way he looked into her eyes as he took the sweet into his mouth. She felt his tongue brush across her finger, so wet and soft. She'd give anything to taste his mouth.

“You’ve got a pretty mouth,” she said, and winked.

Daryl choked a little on the Twinkie and brushed the comment off with a roll of his shoulders.

“Just drive,” he said, and sank down in the seat to enjoy the ride home, thankfully in silence, since Maggie seemed to have said all she had to say. She’d given him a lot to think about and she knew it. Now all she could do was wait, and hope.

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