Jane

He turned my hand over in his, his thumb brushing across my knuckles before he raised it to his lips.

He kissed each finger. Each knuckle. The centre of my palm. Then my wrist, right over the beat of my pulse, which slowly increased with each kiss.

Daryls body settled on top of mine as he guided my hand to his cheek, covering it with his own as he leaned into the touch, his eyes never leaving mine.

"...So damn beautiful."

My breathing turned uneven. Shaky.

His lips trailed down my arm. Worshipping. Not taking. Just giving. The pure tenderness made my body tremble. He noticed and steadied my arms between his hands.

"...Shhh you're okay. Keep breathing for me sweetheart."

When his lips reached my neck he gently sucked marks into the side of it, pulling soft sounds from my mouth.

His lips lingered at the curve of my neck before he drew back just enough to look at me.

I buried my face in his hair, my breath catching as he brushed a lingering kiss against my shoulder. When he looked up, his eyes searched mine not with urgency, but with quiet patience, as though waiting to see if I was still with him.

"Still there for me girl?"

I blinked slowly up at him with a lazy smile on my face. I was in heaven. Once Daryl had seen the expression on my face he kissed the corners of my smile drawing small giggles from me.

His hands came to rest on my waist. Still covered by the damp towel. He slowly trailed kisses down the column of my neck, the center of my chest until he reached the edge of the towel resting at the top of my breasts.

His eyes looked up to mine. Asking. I nod and card my fingers through his hair which he immediately leaned into like a puppy dog.

His fingers gently peeled open the towel, revealling my naked body. Still warm and damp from the shower before.

The towel slipped away quietly, the fabric pooled at my sides and I was bare before him. Not cold or afraid just... exposed.

A kind of vulnerability that wasn't painful or embarrassing at all. It was sweet.

Daryl's expression softened. Almost like he wasn't sure what to do next. He leaned back on his knees across from me. Taking it in.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, my nose, my lips, the hollow of my throat and right above where my heart beats. A silent act of devotion and trust.

Without breaking eyecontact Daryl shrugged of his vest with the wings stitched on the back and tossed it somewhere on the floor before his fingers came to unbutton the front of his sleeveless flannel.

Each button gave away one by one beneath his fingers. His hands were everything, large, calloused from hunting and fixing trucks. Everytime he twisted a button loose the flexor tendons stood out on the back of his hand.

Daryl's eyes caught mine as I was staring blissfully at his hands. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before he took off his flannel leaving him shirtless.

Fuck.

My eyes wandered over him before I could stop them. Broad shoulders. Sun-warmed skin marked by faded scars. Every line of him had been earned. There wasn't a single part of him that hadn't survived something. But God was he gorgeous.

He wasn't flawless. His skin was weathered by years spent under the Georgia sun, his shoulders carried old scars, and there wasn't an inch of him that hadn't been shaped by survival. Somehow, that only made him more beautiful. I couldn't imagine wanting anyone else.

My eyes travelled from his broad shoulders to his faint abs back up to his shoulders and his biceps. Again. And again.

"Keep starin' like that an' I'll have to put my shirt back on."

My eyes immediately snap up to his.

"Good girl." His voice low and gruff.

Heat immediately curled low in my stomach as im still lay before him.

He slowly crawled up my body until he was looking down at me. Resting on his forearms above my head, body settled between my legs.

His large hand stroked back some damp hair from my eyes as he admired my face. The backs of his fingers gently brushed over my cheekbones.

I screwed my eyes shut in an attempt to control my breathing.

"Keep lookin' at me honey. Don't hide away."

I try to turn over and hide my face in the pillow chuckling nervously. His hands softly but firmly hold my wrists down either side of my head.

"Wan' see ya pretty face sweetheart."

His clothed knee gently applied pressure between my legs. Moving in slow torturous circles designed to make me insane.

"Daryl-" I don't even know why I said his name it felt like the only thing that could keep me from melting away.

"I know baby, you jus tell me if you wan' stop okay?" He murmured into my ear.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck. Pulling him impossibly closer.

His knee continued it's small firm circles against my clit as I bite back my moans into his shoulder.

"You're doin' so good for me sweetheart already. Stay nice an' quiet we don't want walkers hearin' do we?"

He huffed out a small laugh as I bite his shoulder to refrain from moaning.

His knee brought me closer and closer to the edge, my breath picked up and my hips lifted to roll against his knee.

"You like that huh? You like that sweetheart?"

I nodded quickly my eyes screwing shut as my mouth fell open and I let the orgasm wash over me.

His knee slowed down, gently coming to a stop.

I felt his eyes look down at me. My chest moving up and down quickly, my legs twitching and my face with pure bliss on it.

Daryl stood up from the bed, a wet patch on his jeans from where I came.

Heat blooms at my cheeks and i immediately start apologising.

Daryl just chuckled and shook his head.

"You're fine honey."

Daryl undressed completely before settling between my legs again. His cock raised to his stomach, precum soaking the tip. He reached down to the pocket of his jeans on the floor and pulled out a condom before ripping it open.

He slid it onto himself groaning at his own touch, sensitive already.

He gave himself a few pumps with his own hand and he was already a mess. So much for the tough guy act huh.

Daryl spread my legs and lined himself up before pushing in devastatingly slow.

My body immediately tensed around him. Fuck he was big. I felt every curve, vein and fold drag across my walls as he pushed in even through the condom.

Daryl immediately pressed his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around my torso lifting me to meet his body as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wanted him closer.

As he bottomed out I heard him breathing heavily into my ear, his hot breath fanning over my collarbones.

"You- fuck- okay?" He managed to squeeze out.

I nod and he slowly starts to move. Long deep drags hitting my clit from the inside out, reaching the spongy tissue deep inside.

I immediately moan loudly and he claps his hand over my mouth because of walkers outside.

"Please be quiet for me baby, you can do it for me can't you?" His voice was shaking, softening his commands.

Daryl slowly began to quicken his pace and grow in confidence, his thumb coming to draw small slow circles on my clit, his other hand still clamped over my mouth muffling any sounds I was making.

Despite making me quiet he was failing terribly, deep groans and grunts left his mouth as he felt himself growing closer.

"You gonna cum yet?"

I nod signalling I was close. He removed his hand from my mouth and kissed me so so gently, a moment of softness.

The dingy motel headboard was now banging against the dry wall, tearing the rotted wallpaper. As we both came we moaned into eachothers mouths, his head tilting to deeper the kiss.

Daryl continued a few more lazy thrusts for us to both ride out our high before he gently pulled out and collapsed next to me, tossing the condom aside.

I immediately curled into his chest. Seeking his touch.

"You were so good sweetheart."

"I know" I tease and rub our noses together in a little Eskimo kiss.

A couple minutes of silence pass before I dropped off asleep on top of him.

He just smiles and pulls the covers over us, kissing my forehead before eventually falling asleep himself.

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He didn't complain once.

Just grunted and expected me to keep up.

I however was complaining at every chance.

I could tell I was driving him insane. Although he'd never admit that.

"My feet hurt."

Daryl didn't even turn around.

"Keep movin'."

I let out an exaggerated sigh.

"My bag's heavy."

"Then quit packin' junk."

I frowned at his back.

"It's too bright."

He grunted.

"Sun ain't gonna listen to ya."

"Can we stop for a second?"

This time, he glanced over his shoulder.

"Ain't stoppin' out here. Keep up."

Despite my feet screaming at me I trailed after him.

Daryl and I ended up together after the prison fell through. We were never close. Well I tried to be, it was like trying to form a relationship with a sock.

He walked a couple feet ahead. The sun was highlighting the beads of sweat on his arms. Oh his arms. The muscle under his skin moved with each movement he did. Almost like it was taunting me. God what I'd give to be that bead of sweat resting on his bicep-

Thunk

I walked straight into his back, immediately pulled out of my thoughts.

Daryl turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, brow furrowed. Crossbow hanging loosely from his hand.

"...What're you doin??"

I immediately choked down a nervous laugh and blamed it on him.

"You're the one who immediately stopped walking."

"Mhm."

He jerked his chin towards the other side of the cracked road.

"Look."

I followed his gaze.

An old roadside motel sat just off the highway. Time had weathered the faded yellow walls, and the giant NO VACANCY sign leaned dangerously to one side. Most of the doors had rotted clean off their hinges, the roof of most rooms fell through. Windows smashed in.

But one room...

One room was still intact.

God I could've cried. Finally.

We both walked towards said room. Daryl puts his arm out to stop me from going in yet.

"Stop. Lemme check." His voice low and gravelly. Like it always was. Dehydration however playing a part.

I leaned against the peeling wall outside the room, resisting the urge to groan.

My legs ached. My shoulders ached. My feet had progressed past aching hours ago and were now staging a full blown protest inside my boots.

Meanwhile, Daryl was taking approximately seventeen business days to check one motel room.

I knew why he did it. I did.

Didn't mean I couldn't complain about it.

Daryl slowly pushed open the door of the room marked "7" with his left arm. His crossbow raised in his other hand.

He inched further into the room checking each corner with practiced precision. Under the bed, behind the door. Inside the bathroom.

He finally gave a small but firm nod to me.

"Clear."

Only then did he nod me inside.

Daryl would never admit it out loud, but he checked every room like his life depended on it. Under the bed. Behind the bathroom door. Every window. Every dark corner.

Maybe it wasn't just his life he was worried about.

If anything ever happened to me, I don't think he'd forgive himself.

He'd deny it until the day he died, of course. Probably grunt and tell me not to flatter myself.

But he never once let me walk into a room before he did.

As I walked into the motel room he reached behind me and closed the door. Picking up the dingy chair from infront of the window and propping it under the door handle.

Meanwhile I groaned and flopped face first onto the bed. Boots on. Bag still on my burnt shoulders.

"Least take ya shoes off." Daryl grunted.

I hummed in response. Not moving an inch.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then I heard the heavy thud of his boots crossing the room.

I expected another gruff comment. Instead, the mattress dipped beside me.

I cracked one eye open just in time to see Daryl kneeling on the bed next to me.

"...What're you doin'?"

"Boots."

"I can do it."

He only grunted, already working at the laces.

His hands gently cupped the arch of my foot as he tugged the boots loose. His calloused hand settled around my ankle as he loosened the laces. Every movement was careful, almost hesitant, as though he was afraid of hurting me.

It was strange. The same hands that drew a crossbow and fought walkers with ease were now treating my blistered feet as though they were something fragile.

Daryl wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. He cared in quieter ways. In making sure I ate. In checking every room before I stepped inside. In kneeling on the floor of a rundown motel just to ease the ache in my feet.

"You don't have to-" He cut me off before I could carry on.

"Mm." He said lowly, tossing my last boot onto the old carpet.

Our eyes met for a second. Daryl cleared his throat and pushed up from off the bed, brushing the dust from off his jeans.

"Food."

I sat up from my position on the bed and leaned against the dingy headboard. Bag now shrugged off onto the floor.

He dug through his backpack before tossing me a can of dented peaches.

"Lucky day."

I chuckled and caught the can, turning it over in my hands. My face twisted in disgust.

"This is your idea of lucky?"

"Coulda been dog food." He retorted while opening his own can of plain beans with his pocket knife.

I looked down at the peaches before glancing over at him again.

Beans.

Of course he'd handed me the better can without a second thought.

He hooked a thumb beneath the lid of the bean can and folded it back with his pocket knife.

No bowl. No spoon.

He tipped the can back, eating the cold beans straight from it as if he'd done it a thousand times before.

I stared at him.

"Really?"

He shrugged, swallowing.

"Food's food." Talking with his mouth full.

After a few more bites, he wandered toward the bathroom, still holding the can in one hand.

The door creaked open.

Silence.

I frowned.

"...Daryl?"

A second later his voice drifted back.

"Huh."

"What?"

"C'mere."

I pushed myself off the bed, setting my can of peaches on the creaky bedside table and crossed the room.

The bathroom was tiny. Cracked mirror. Rust staining the sink. Half the tiles had fallen from the wall.

But when Daryl twisted one of the taps.

Water sputtered from the showerhead.

Then, unbelievably, it kept running.

We both just stared at it.

"No way..." I whispered.

Daryl glanced at me, one corner of his mouth almost twitching.

He stuck his hand out under the water before giving a small grunt.

"Waters warm."

Daryl licked his fingers clean from the beans before rummaging through his backpack and pulling out an old faded towel. Without a word, shoved it into my hands.

"Take your time," he muttered, already turning away.

He shut the bathroom door behind him.

Not because he was embarrassed.

Because he knew how much I needed this.

The water wasn't perfect. It smelled faintly of rust, and the pressure was weak.

I didn't care. I hadn't showered in weeks.

It could've been freezing. It could've been brown.

Right then, it felt like the greatest luxury I'd ever known.

Heat spread through my aching shoulders, washing away hours of dust, sweat and dried blood. Mud spiralled down the drain in brown ribbons.

I hadn't realised how tightly I'd been holding myself together until my muscles finally let go.

Steam still curled through the tiny bathroom as I switched the shower off.

I wrapped Daryl's faded towel around myself, the fabric rough from years of use but warm all the same.

For a moment, I just stood there.

Clean.

The cracked mirror hung crooked above the sink.

I almost didn't look.

When I did... I barely recognised the woman staring back at me.

My hair wasn't plastered to my forehead with sweat anymore. The dirt was gone from my face. The dried blood I'd stopped noticing had disappeared down the drain.

I looked...

Normal.

My throat tightened.

I'd forgotten what I looked like without weeks of grime caked into my skin.

Forgotten what it felt like to stand in a bathroom instead of a forest. To be wrapped in a towel instead of a rain-soaked jacket.

It was so painfully. ordinary.

I never thought I'd miss ordinary.

A knock sounded softly against the door.

"Y'alright?"

I quickly wiped beneath my eyes.

"Yeah."

My voice came out smaller than I intended.

"Yeah... I'm coming."

took a steadying breath before opening the bathroom door.

Steam drifted out around me.

My head stayed lowered as I stepped into the room, fingers gripping the edge of the towel.

I almost walked straight into him.

Daryl was standing just outside the door.

"...Hey."

I kept my eyes on the floor.

"M'fine."

A rough, calloused finger hooked gently beneath my chin.

"Look at me."

Reluctantly, I did.

His brow furrowed the second he saw my face.

"...You cryin'?"

I let out a small laugh that came out shakier than I'd intended.

"It's stupid."

He didn't answer.

Just waited.

"I..." My voice caught. "I'd forgotten what it felt like to be... clean."

The words sounded ridiculous once they left my mouth.

"Forgotten what I looked like."

His eyes softened almost imperceptibly.

"Ain't stupid."

His hands gently cupped the sides of my face. His calloused thumb softly brushed under my eye. He held my gaze for a moment like he was trying to memorise my face.

Daryl wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Pressing my head under his chin. I practically melt.

"C'mere. You're alright." He says softly. His voice softer than ever.

I inhaled slowly. He smelt like oil, oak and worn leather with a faint slither of smoke that never left him. God.

I felt his lips press a kiss to the top of my damp hair. A second one to my hairline. My temples. My forehead. On top of my eyelids. Each kiss was a silent confession.

"You're okay." A kiss to my left cheek.

"I've got you." A kiss to my right.

Each kiss carried the words he never knew how to say.

He pulled back slightly. Resting his forehead on mine. Sharing breath. His eyes met mine for a second.

I never realised how many shades of blue lived in his eyes until I was close enough to count them.

The hard edges he'd carried all day disappeared whenever he looked at me like this.

He hesitated, his gaze flicking between my eyes.

Like he was giving me every chance to pull away.

When I didn't, he closed the last inch between us.

The kiss was gentle. Careful.

As though I were something precious he'd forgotten he was allowed to hold.

Daryls hands came to rest on my waist as he deepened the kiss. Drawing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling our bodies closer.

I exhaled shakily into the kiss. My knees weakened.

He pulled back from the kiss slightly and huffed out a small chuckle. His hands travelled down to my thighs. Gripping them softly and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I giggled quietly into his neck suddenly shy.

Daryl smirked and carried me over to the dingy motel bed, setting me down ever so softly.

His hands brushed back the damp hair from my forehead before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my hairline.

"Such a pretty girl hm?"

My face slowly burned red. The colour started at the sides of my neck before creeping up my cheeks. I tucked my head away, covering my face with my hands. Praying he didn’t notice.

"You're alright, girl." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Quit duckin' your head."

He nudged my chin back up with two rough fingers.

"C'mere. Don't hide from me."

Daryls hands gently came to pull my hands away from my face.

"There she is."

Part 2- No Vacancy p2

AN:

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