A/N: I think Sasha and Daryl need some sexy time.
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"Don't shoot him, you dumb ass!
Harry wants him alive!"
"Sorry! I was aiming for the
nigger," came another voice in the dark. Daryl could feel Bob bristle from
the slur beside him.
"You the dick on the bike last
night?" the flashlight guy said. "The one who almost ran me
down?"
Daryl couldn't make out the guy's
face with the glare blinding him. He looked instead to the jerk who'd shot at
them. He put Bob behind him, shielding him with his body.
"That's me."
"That gray haired bitch in the
guard tower the one who killed Nick?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to
know?" Daryl asked in annoyance. "Like I know your group?"
"Oh, you're gonna know my group
all right. You'll get a feel of all of us, a big stud like you. Move,"
Flashlight said. "We're gonna take care of your buddy here and then you're
coming with me. We need a map of this place. I'm thinking we'll move in, call
it home sweet home. Right, Johnny?"
There was no answer. Flashlight
risked a glance back. Johnny was on the floor. His head rested a few feet away
but the room behind him was empty. Johnny's killer couldn't be seen, but with his
head removed so cleanly, Daryl had a good idea who was behind it.
"Come out or I swear to God,
I'll blow his fucking head off!" Flashlight said, panicked now.
"That wouldn't be smart."
Flashlight lowered his eyes. Daryl
squinted and looked down as well. Michonne's katana was peeping out from
between his thighs, sharp end positioned against his balls. The flashlight in
his grip wavered, his gun hand trembled. Daryl would've bet his own
beloved nutsack the guy was ready to piss himself.
"Lower the gun and I won't
split you like a chicken," Michonne said.
A moment later the gun lowered.
Daryl knocked the flashlight from the guy's hand, causing it to skitter across
the floor. He blinked, seeing spots, and his eyes hurt from trying to adjust to
the dark, then he took a moment to tie his belt around Bob's leg to stop the
bleeding.
Michonne sheathed her sword and took
Flashlight's gun. "Come on."
"This Harry person, he's not
the brightest fella, is he?" Hershel asked.
"Don't look like it."
It was full dark when Hershel came
to stand beside Daryl. He had a bucket of water and some plastic cups. Daryl
took one, filled it, and guzzled it down, while Glenn did likewise beside him.
He could imagine how thirsty and exhausted Beth and Carol were, considering
they'd been trapped in the tower all day.
"Those idiots keep bringing
walkers down on them," said Glenn, shaking his head.
The sound of gunfire, screams, and
snarling walkers filled the night. Daryl couldn't see much. Clouds had rolled
in, blocking out the moon, but some of Harry's people were in the trees,
shining lights across the prison grounds, making it too risky to run either to
or from the guard tower.
The door behind them opened and Rick
stepped out. His knuckles were bloodied, and he looked sweaty and tired.
"He cracked," Rick said.
"There's fifteen of them around the prison grounds. There's probably fewer
now, since walkers are drawn to the noise, giving them trouble. He says Harry
will likely run and abandon his men if shit gets too dangerous. I'm heading to
the roof with Glenn. We're gonna use the night scopes to take as many out as
possible. Also, Sasha's out of surgery. She's fine."
Daryl got to his feet, energized by
the news that Sasha had made it. As much as he cared about Carol and Beth, he'd
been hesitant to make a move before he knew for sure she'd pulled through the
operation. He felt like a stupid sap.
"I'm heading to the
tower," Daryl said. "Carol and Beth can't stay there much longer.
They ain't had anything to drink or eat all day."
"They're still shining
lights," said Rick. "They could get off a lucky shot on you."
"I ain't got a choice, and those
pricks can kiss my ass. I'm going for the night scopes. Me and Carol can make
the shots from the tower better than you can from the roof. Hershel, get some
food and water ready to go."
Daryl damn near died on the run to
the tower.
Even with the walkers giving them
hell Harry's men were still holding their own, still determined to keep Carol
and Beth trapped in the tower, likely out of sheer spite. So, when they caught
sight of him in a sweep of light they started shooting. Lucky for him, they
missed.
Daryl climbed to the top where Beth
had the trap open for him. Both women nearly knocked him off his feet in a
fierce hug once he was safely inside.
"You prick, you almost got
yourself shot," Carol said. He knew she wasn't really angry, just
relieved.
"Eat up, drink. I brought night
scopes and ammo. We need to take as many of them bastards out as
possible."
"What can I do to help?"
Beth asked.
"Stay out of the way,"
Daryl answered.
"I can shoot," Beth
bristled. "You both know I can."
"Shooting people's different
from shooting targets and walkers," Carol said. "You think you're
ready for that?"
Beth hesitated. She was an honest
young woman, and shook her head after giving it thought.
"I don't know…"
"We'll take care of it," said
Daryl. "Y'all eat."
They quickly finished the venison,
crackers, and water Hershel had packed for them. Then Daryl and Carol laid low,
making themselves as small targets as possible, before taking aim through the
night vision scopes.
"Six in the trees," said
Carol. "That I can see."
"Some more lurking across the
yard,"said Daryl.
"You take the ones in the
trees, I'll take out three guys across the yard," said Carol.
"Fine by me. Beth, stay
low," said Daryl, and then he took aim to start shooting.
It was daylight before Daryl made it
back inside. He'd seen
the carnage through the scope and it was ugly. He hadn't needed to shoot to
kill. He'd just had to wound the guys, knock them from their perches in the
trees, and the walkers took it from there. He'd shot down three men. Carol had
gotten three. The rest finally fled, including Harry.
"He'll come back with
reinforcements," Beth fretted.
"Ain't no reinforcements,"
said Rick. "Not according to Peter, here. If he does come back, we'll take
care of them, too."
So, Flashlight had a name. Peter.
Daryl crossed his arms and regarded him. "Where's your camp?"
"That's something I ain't
tellin' ya. Don't care what you do to me. I got family there, and there's women
and children."
"We got women and children,
too," Daryl said. "Unlike you, we don't rape and murder for
sport."
Peter didn't look convinced.
"'Course you do. Everybody does. If they ain't part of the family, they're
sport. Them's the rules of this new world."
"Not here," Rick said. He
looked to Daryl before he spoke. "Beth, Zach, you guys go rest. We've got
this."
They didn't question Rick. They just
turned and left. Hershel looked to Rick, a question in mind, and Rick didn't
have to say a word. Hershel knew what Peter's fate was gonna be.
"Got rid of the
innocents," Peter said, watching everyone else leave the room to him,
Rick, and Daryl. "The young and the old. I don't suppose there's any way
you'll just let me go home?"
"After what your guys did to
Daryl and Sasha?" Rick asked. "After you were gonna kill Bob, take
Daryl, torture him, do God knows what else to him, and then come back to try to
do the same to the rest of us? No, Peter. I'm not just gonna let you go
home."
Daryl stood back while Rick took his
knife out.
"Any last words?"
"Yeah," Peter said.
"Fuck you."
Rick just nodded before he brought
the knife down in a hard arc, driving it into the top of Peter's skull, ending
him, making sure he'd never rise again. Daryl thought about Shane, what he'd
think of the man Rick had become since the night he'd been forced to kill his
best friend. Daryl was convinced Shane would've been proud.
One Month Later
"Whoah, slow down. You're still
healing."
Sasha laughed and turned to Daryl.
The sun was setting and she was glowing in the reddish gold light of the
evening. She was so damn beautiful his chest hurt just looking at her.
Michonne shook her head as she set
up the camp fire with Bob. Their run was a success, as far as Daryl was concerned.
They just needed to get home, grab their people to come out with the big trucks
to help haul everything home from the store they'd found. There had been just
too many walkers for the four of them to take on.
"All my stitches are out,"
she said, moving off and heading into the trees. "And I'm in the mood for
a bath."
"Go on," Michonne told
Daryl. "Sasha's gonna need somebody to uh...wash her back."
"You mean watch her back,"
said Bob, feigning innocence.
"No, I didn't," Michonne
deadpanned.
Daryl felt his face flush when they
burst into laughter, and Sasha joined them, but it didn't stop him from
following after her.
"Full moon tonight," Sasha
said, looking up at the sky where she could see the moon already shining, a
silver orb among the colors that were fading fast.
"You really should be
careful," Daryl said.
"The bullet wasn't that deep
and Dr. S says I can do everything I normally do," Sasha told him. She
stopped pulling off her clothes and looked at him with a serious expression.
"Daryl, we've hardly spoken since that night. It's okay if you just want
it to be a one-time thing. I mean…you'd just been assaulted and maybe wasn't
thinking—"
"I knew my mind that night, and
I know it now," he said. "You ain't tried to come around
either."
"You didn't seem to want me
to," she said, trying not to get defensive—and failing. She sighed.
"I know I said thank you for risking so much to get what I needed for the
operation. Thanks again."
"Welcome."
Sasha knelt to look for her wash
cloth after she pulled out her soap. "Damn. I forgot my cloth again."
She felt Daryl tap her shoulder. She
saw him holding out his red rag. "Cleaner than it looks."
She smiled and took it before
pulling off her clothes, aware of Daryl's eyes roaming over her body. She waded
into the water. Summer was nearly there and the air was hot. He could imagine
it was a wonderful contrast to the cold water she stepped into. She dunked
under the water once she was hip deep and came up, water cascading over her
body. Damn it if she didn't look good enough to jump.
Once she'd soaped up the rag,
something he'd had for years before the turn and would be lost without, she
began to wash off. It wasn't until she began to scrub between her legs that
Daryl felt the first real stirring in his loins. Hell, she may as well have
been using his own hand to scrub down there. She dunked again, washing the soap
away, and when she came up she looked at Daryl.
"Get my back?"
He nodded and set his crossbow down
in the grass. Sasha came out of the water and turned her back to him for him to
scrub, which he didn't. Instead he dropped the soapy cloth and pulled her
against him.
"No fair, you're dressed,"
Sasha whispered.
"You want me naked?" he
asked.
"I've wanted you naked for a
month."
She could feel his hardness pressing
against her ass. Damn if it didn't make her moisten at the thought. That
thought was nothing compared to the feel of his fingers dipping into her curls
where he began rubbing her clit in circles.
"Fuck…" she breathed,
leaning against him now on knees almost too weak to hold her up. "Daryl…oh
God…"
She was so worked up she could feel
her core turning to liquid heat at his insistent touch. The only thing she
wanted, truly wanted, was to feel him moving inside her. Daryl sensed what she
needed, too, because he was soon moving her to the ground, handling her like
she weighed nothing; as though she was as light as air. He was so strong, so
sexy. She looked into his blue eyes and moaned when she saw the lust burning
bright in them. He was so gorgeous, especially when he was awash in the silver
light of the moon.
Sasha's fingers fumbled with his
belt while he pulled off his vest and shirt. She yanked his jeans down his
narrow hips, taking his underwear with them, until his erection sprang free.
She didn't wait for him to lay her back down. She sat forward and took his
hardened length into her mouth, inch by inch, until she couldn't handle
anymore, and was rewarded with a strangled growl of need. She gripped his hips,
her mouth sounding wet as he slowly rolled his hips, moving in an out of her
mouth while he buried his fingers in her soft hair. The feel of him, the taste
of him, made Sasha's body feel as though flame licked every inch of her skin.
"I want you, Daryl," she
said, when he pulled out.
He laid her back, his mouth covering
hers, and plunged his tongue inside, tasting himself on her while he sought
entrance and pushed inside, giving Sasha what she'd wanted since their first
night together, giving himself what he'd been dreaming of since he'd last been
inside her...
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