Life’s Not Fair. Ask The Fish.

The sun was just about peeking over the horizon for the day when Daryl slowly slips the covers down off your naked form. You shuffle as the cool morning air washes over your skin and end up laying on your front; Daryl grins and crawls up over you.

He looks over at the small clock on your night stand, the clock he had turned the alarm off of and had decided to give you a better wake up than the incessant bells of that metal piece of shit that he wanted to throw out the window every morning.

You cuddle your pillow and sigh in your sleep when he glides his hands up your naked legs and parts them further, he moves up the bed and wraps a hand around his already semi-hard cock, jerking himself a few times before teasing you with the tip. He watches your hips move and slips his cock between your ass cheeks, his large hands gripping them as he slowly rolls his hips.

Daryl moves a hand to your waist and reaches down with the other to tease your pussy; making sure you’re ready for him. He smirks when he finds you wet and guides his cock into you slowly; Daryl watches your face, watches you bite your lip and as he bottoms out he watches you gasp. He watches your eyes flutter but stay closed and he wonders if you’ll just believe this is a really good dream.

Instinctively you push your hips back to him and moan quietly at the stretch of his cock inside you. Daryl grips your waist with both hands to hold you down and starts moving his hips; torturously slow at first, pushing all the way into your hot and wet cunt before withdrawing almost all the way and repeating his actions. Your quiet moans steadily get louder with each slow and deep stroke of his cock - his eyes never leaving your face, wanting to catch every small change in your expression, the way your eyes tighten as he bottoms out inside you; he knows how much you like it deep, your slack jaw and steady pants, your hand gripping your pillow.

He moans and speeds up his hips, the slick of your arousal coats his cock and the room fills with the sound of skin on skin.

You groan and slowly open your eyes. Daryl watches them move around as you make sense of your surroundings and sensations. A louder moan of his name escapes your mouth and Daryl speeds up again. You lift your hips as best you could and switch the angle just enough for both of you to moan out various profanities.

Reaching a hand around between your legs Daryl leans down over your back and pins you to the bed; his fingers circle expertly on your clit. He moans and grunts roughly in your ear, his thrusts getting harder now you are awake.

The pillow is your anchor at that point; gripping so hard your knuckles are white and burying your face in it so you could call out on every exhale.

You were close, so was Daryl - you both knew without having to speak a word, just the way your bodies reacted to one another.

“Fuck..” Daryl whispers in your ear and rests his head down against the back of your neck.

“Uuh huh!” You whine and grind your hips back against him.

It takes little time before it’s all too much and you both call out in succession. You muffle your cries in the pillow and Daryl muffles his in your neck.

He slows his hips and stops, staying still for a few moments before moving off you as the alarm clock ticks over to 6.30am and clicks. You shakily move to lay against his side and kiss over his collarbones and neck.

“Mornin’ darlin’..” Daryl drawls and wraps his arm around you.

“Mornin’..” you reply between kisses.

“I much prefer that to your fuckin’ alarm clock..” he chuckles.

“Yeah…. Yeah me too…” You nod and agree “…but it’s my day off.” You giggle.

Daryl looks down at you and huffs “…fuck…an’ I was lookin’ forward ta ya the thought of ya working’ all day with my cum inside ya…”

“There’s always tomorrow…” you wink and smile, pulling the blanket up over you both and kissing him softly.

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"Shit," you muttered under your breath at the confirmation of your suspicion. You had helped Lori to cook over the campfire when you noticed it... The unpleasant, slick and sticky feeling between your legs. You excused yourself immediately - under the pretext that you needed to relieve your bladder.

And now you were looking at the bloody mess inside your panties.

With the gears turning in your head, yoy made your way back to camp. "Everything okay?" Lori's voice ripped you quite a bit out of your feverish thoughts. You nodded. "Yeah, uh, sure, I just... I've got a bit of a headache. I'm gonna go, lie down, okay? Sorry." She shook her head and gave you a compassionate smile. "Don't be, it's okay. You go lie down." You gave her another thankful nod, made your way over to your tent, zipped it shut and laid down.

Of course, you knew deep down that it was actually a good thing. It was good, healthy and unfortunately necessary to go through this but... It wasn't really a good timing. The world had just ended a few weeks ago after all...

"You for real? Now?" You groaned in annoyance; talking to yourself. "This ain't a good timing, you know? Where am I supposed to get pads from?" You sighed; thinking feverishly to solve this 'problem'. For now, though, you stuffed quite a few tissues you found in the pocket of your trousers into your panties and hoped for the best. It certainly wouldn't be enough. That much was clear. Only a temporary solution.

You sighed and groaned in frustration; knowing you had to get help for this. Male help. The first man that crossed your mind was Daryl. No wonder - especially since the tough redneck was mostly on your mind these days. He was... special. Something about him lured you in; drew you to him - like a magnetic pull. And your gut told you that the feeling was quite mutual. The man with the crossbow spent a lot of time with you; was always around you. Close but with a respectful distance. He looked out for you and made sure to keep you safe.

Biting your lip, you thought through the possibilities. Asking one of the fellow women was the first thing that came to your mind. But then you remembered that everyone of them had 'problems' themselves... Lori had a pregnancy to deal with. Carol had her still missing daughter. Andrea was Andrea, and Maggie... You barely knew her. You didn't know if you'd feel comfortable and 'brave enough' to just randomly walk up to her and ask for the required feminine hygiene products...

You could look through the RV; searching if you could find some pads or tampons there. But honestly? You doubted it - and what were you supposed to tell Dale if he 'walked in on you'? Nope, not an option either.

A smile darted across your face at the thought of Daryl. He had changed since you left the quarry. Since he lost his brother. It almost felt like he got cut loose of imaginary chains.

But as soon as the smile stretched over your lips, as soon was it gone again. You couldn't ask Daryl to go on a run and scavenge pads for you. He was still hurt. Recovering, but nevertheless hurt. Sure, you could ask anyway; knowing that he'd most likely go for you anyway - but you didn't want that. You wanted him to get better. Not probably worse...

You sighed again. Who else could you ask for help? You thought this over again, and were on the verge of just going yourself, when you heard a voice outside your tent - or well, your saving grace. Glenn. He was one of the friendliest, kindest and sweetest guys you ever met. He knew how to do runs. He was a pro in this. Plus, he had been to town with Maggie before. It doesn't hurt to ask, right?

So, you more or less heaved yourself up from your makeshift bed; feeling a cramp hit you - followed by the unpleasant feeling of trickling blood between your legs. Ugh. You definitely had to check on this again soon. And you definitely needed pads soon. It got worse and tissues wouldn't just cut it any longer. Gritting your teeth, you tried to ignore the pain in your lower abdomen and left your tent.

Luckily was Glenn still around the camp. You saw him talking to Dale. Probably something about the RV, since they stood in front of its 'hood'. You hated to interrupt, but you unfortunately had to.

Glenn's face softened immediately. "I'm sorry about that. I'm helping you, okay? I'm heading to town immediately. I'll just have to find Maggie and ask her to saddle a horse for me." A relieved smile came up your face. "Really? Oh thank you. This means a lot." Your hormonal self instantly acted and leaned in to hug him. Glenn, awkwardly but kindly reciprocated the hug. "Uh, of course. Sure thing, Y/N." A wave of slight embarrassment washed over you as you realized your eagerness. "S-Sorry," you apologised with a soft blush on your cheeks. The Korean instantly shook his head. "Don't be. It's fine." He smiled and turned to leave, but stopped again. "Uh, do you, um, need any specific pads, o-or...?"

"Hey, Glenn?" You called out - and the Korean's head snapped into your direction. "Yeah?" "Could you come over here for a second, please?" He looked back at Dale - who gave him a nod, smile and slight pad on his shoulder. Then he made his way over to you.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" Glenn asked instantly. You bit your lip and looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. You didn't want the whole group knowing you were bleeding like a waterfall. "I-I, uh... Could you do me a favour and make a run to town again? To that small pharmacy?" Glenn looked at you for a moment. You knew that he was actually tired of being the 'errand boy', but you needed a friend's help now. "Please? L-Look, I... I started my period and I don't have any pads. I thought about asking the girls but everyone has their own things to deal with at the moment. You know that. S-So, I'm asking you because I trust you. You're my friend. Please. I-I'd go myself but it's a real bitch this time."

Now Glenn was the one blushing.

"Oh, uh, no. I'm not picky. Can't be. It's the fucking apocalypse, so... Any will do." "O-Okay. I'll try to be back as fast as I can." You gave him another smile. "Thanks."

Glenn handed you a paper bag then. "I brought you different ones, so that you can choose. Besides, you might not be the only one who needs this, so... I hope it's okay." You smiled, grabbed the bag and took a quick look inside. "It's perfect, Glenn. Thank you so much. You're my hero." Then you leaned in for another hug; showing him your gratitude. The Korean gave you a smile in return. "Don't mention it. Can't leave a friend hanging like that." You smiled at him once more, before you felt another unpleasant tug in your lower abdomen again, which reminded you of the problem at hand. You truly would've wanted to continue the conversation with Glenn but your body demanded attention.

Glenn kept his word. He was back within barely two hours.

"Y/N?" You heard his voice from outside your tent. "You in there?" You sat up from your 'bed', "Yeah, hang on a second." and crawled out of the safety of your sleeping bag. You unzipped the tent and stepped outside in the noticeably cooler Georgia air. Fall was probably closer than expected - and with that winter as well.

"I-I, uh, should make use of this," you more or less stammered and gestured at the paper bag. Glenn squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, sure, of course. I didn't mean to... hold you back." You shook your head. "You didn't! I just... I don't want to ruin another pair of jeans." He swallowed; feeling visibly a little shy and helpless in this conversation. "Sure, understandable." You gave your friend yet another smile, "Thanks. Again." then turned to leave to take care of business.

You felt beyond relieved and borderline happy as a pad was finally inside your underwear instead of piles and piles of tissues and fabrics you had alienated. But the next 'trouble' wasn't long incoming...

You already kinda felt it brewing through dinner as everyone of the group was sitting around the campfire and ate together. Daryl. He was outside the farmhouse for the first time again tonight after getting impaled by his arrow and almost shot by Andrea.

Ouch.

His eyes were on you. Almost the entire time. The archer was literally piercing you with his blue orbs. But not in a good way - like your feeling told you. It felt... Cool. Unpleasant and... judgemental. Reproachful. As if he was mad at you. The problem was that you didn't know why. You hadn't even a clue. Either that or he was in a bad mood in general.

Despite the throbbing pain in your nether regions, you were eager to find out what was wrong; ignoring your body's raging demand to just lie down and hide away for the next three days. So, after dinner - after everyone was either in their tents, in the house or somewhere scattered around the Greene farm, you went to search for Daryl. He just disappeared after he had barely eaten anything. You found him at the edge of the fields; binoculars in one hand and clutching his side with the other. He was in pain. You could tell.

"Daryl," you said his name as you approached him. He didn't even flinch. "You... You should lay down. Your body needs rest. It's still recovering." He scoffed. "Ain't need ya to tell me wha' to do. Ain't need no damn babysitter. Stop babyin' me."

Daryl finally turned to face you with his jaw clenched - probably in pain, and a hard, cold look on his face. "Saw the both 'a ya earlier. Ya been very close 'n exchangin' secret presents - or whatever the fuck it was ya were doin'. I ain't stupid, woman."

Despite the fact that you knew that you shouldn't take the things Daryl said personally, because he mostly didn't mean it, you did this time. You couldn't help yourself. Not today. Not while you were stuck in that hormonal mess.

You crossed your arms over your chest and scoffed. "Sorry I'm looking out for you, Daryl. Sorry that you mean something to me and I don't want you to get hurt even more." Now Daryl scoffed and huffed out an humorless laugh. "But I ain't as important as Glenn is, huh?" The redneck spat; a dangerous mix of annoyance, anger and... jealousy? swinging in his voice.

You frowned in genuine confusion. "Glenn? What does Glenn have to do with all of of this?"

Well, shit. He had obviously seen how Glenn handed you the bag of pads - and the hug, and took the situation wrongly. He clearly misunderstood this.

"Daryl..." You started; shaking your head. "It's not like that! Not at all! Glenn and I - no, that's.... no. We're friends. He likes Maggie, not me!" You feverishly tried to explain the situation. "All he did was going on a small run for me." This didn't quite mollified Daryl. "A run? Ya fuckin' with me? Why'd he do tha' for, huh?" You groaned in frustration at his stubbornness and very short temper; feeling tears well up in your eyes. You already felt like shit - and Daryl just made it worse.

"I'm not! He went to town for me because I am fucking bleeding out of my lady bits like a slaughtered animal and I can't just hop inside my car and buy some pads because the damn world went to shit and the pain my uterus blessed me with barely lets me stand upright!" You exploded; tears streaming down your face.

You could see a slight shift in the archerxs expression through your blurry eyes. He didn't like seeing you cry - but he'd never admit that out loud.

You looked at him with teary, reddish eyes in almost sheer disbelief. He couldn't be serious now...

"Yer on yer period or sum'thin'?" He asked in a quieter but nevertheless still cooler voice than usual. You sniveled. "Yes..." A moment of silence passed, in which you tried to calm down and Daryl already found the next thing to be mad about.

"'N why the fuck would ya ask Glenn? 'N not me? Ya rather trustin' him than me, or wha'?"

"W-What? No! Goddamnit, Daryl! Stop making things up!" Another wave of tears rolled down your cheeks. "Y-You were the first person on my mind - like always for the past weeks! I wanted to ask you, but then I remembered that you're f-fucking hurt! Y-You can barely walk! I didn't want to make things worse and be a burden!" You shook your head, "Fucked things up nevertheless..." and walked away; figuratively leaving Daryl out in the cold. You didn't even give him the chance to answer; not wanting to hear more.

"Fine! Piss off then! Dun need ya anyway, woman!" The redneck called after you - another remark you definitely didn't need to hear.

While you tried to desperately hide your tears and get to your tent unnoticed, Daryl stayed exactly where he was; trying to calm his raging nerves. "Dun need anyone of this damn group," he grumbled under his breath; still grumpy and utterly pissed. "Let alone a woman..."

It took the hot-headed archer quite a moment to cool off. To process what had happened. Your words were echoing through his head over and over again - and then it clicked. His brain received the message instead of just brushing it off. He understood why you did what you did and instantly regretted the words he had thrown at you.

You were one of the few good things on this God forsaken earth - and he didn't mean to push you away.

His anger gave way for things he hadn't felt often in his life before... Compassion, the urge to reassure you - to make you smile again, and something he couldn't pinpoint.

"Damn it," he cursed, "Yer such a pussy, Dixon." and started to hobble back to camp. His destination was clear... Your tent.

It took him a hot minute to get there, given the fact that his injured side still hurt and he wasn't that quick on his feet yet. Now, though, he was barely a few steps away from your tent.

Man up and go in there, his inner voice told him as he was nibbling on the inside of his lip and still hesitating. He wasn't good with people... Let alone women - and certainly not menstruating women. This was all brand new, uncharted territory for him.

But yer a tracker. Uncharted territory shouldn't be a problem for ya, spoke one inner voice.

Ya tryna fuckin' with me or sum'thin'? What kinda stupid comparison is tha'? This ain't the mountains of Georgia. This is a woman, argued the other voice.

Prolly. But it ain't changin' a damn thing... Ya know nothin' 'bout this.

Daryl found you curled up in a ball on your bed; clutching your thin blanket tight around you. A moment of silence passed in which he just watched you. Regret flooded his whole system.

He suppressed a groan. Both inner voices weren't of help right now. So, he just pushed them away, checked the area to make sure nobody was around and quietly called out your name. "Y/N? Ya in there?"

You couldn't deny that you were quite a bit surprised to hear his voice. "Y-Yeah..." You called back - and heard how the flap of the tent got opened and zipped shut again a few moments later.

"Ya ain't a burden, Y/N. Never. Not ta me," he spoke up in a quiet voice then after what felt like an eternity. His words went from your ears straight to your heart; causing it to beat faster. Tears welled up in your eyes. You slowly shifted and turned to face him. "T-Truly?" The look you gave Daryl. The tears in your eyes. The knowledge you were hurting. It softened the oh so rough redneck even further.

Daryl didn't really know what was happening to him - and he honestly wouldn't want to stop it.

He nibbled on the inside of his bottom lip - a nervous habit, with his head slightly lowered - as if in shame, and gave you a nod. "Yeah. 'M sorry 'bout earlier." The man's blue eyes were directed on you. Nervously. Uncertain. Analyzing. Waiting for your next words or move. Hoping for forgiveness.

A soft, sweet smile spread over your whole face. "It's okay, Dar. I know you didn't mean it. It's just... I'm way more emotional right now because I'm a hormonal mess, so it really hit me - but I'm not mad at you. I... I never could. I'm just glad you're here now."

"Y-Ya sure?" You nodded; already getting comfortable again. "You need rest, I need rest. Why not rest together?" Daryl swallowed hard but couldn't help himself but to accept this offer. His body acted on its own as his legs carried him over to your literal fortress of scavenged blankets and pillows. The man lied down beside you - slowly, given his injury, and took a moment to get comfortable. It was very awkward at first. Daryl laid there in silence; not moving a muscle - stiff like a wooden board. He didn't know what to do or say; very insecure about this whole situation.

Your words were like balm for the archer's soul. One corner of his mouth twitched up in the tiniest smile. It was one of the cutest things you had ever seen. Still smiling, you patted the space beside you on the 'bed'. "C'mere."

Daryl could swear his heart skipped a beat at your invitation. This was the first time you asked him to join you in bed. The first time you let him in this close. He needed a second to truly process this. To make sure his ears did not trick him.

And then it happened. You couldn't suppress your body's yearning. The need for proximity and warmth. So, you just made a move; boldly cuddling against him. Luckily you didn't face his injured side. You snuggled against his side with your head on his chest A satisfied sigh slipped past your lips. And Daryl? Daryl stiffened even further. Every single muscle going rigid at your sudden closeness. He almost didn't dare to breathe; overwhelmed and not knowing how to handle this situation.

The archer still didn't dare to move. He needed quite a moment to adjust to this whole new situation. But then started awkwardness to morph into a strange, unknown feeling of comfort. The weight of your body suddenly felt good against him. Right. As if it belonged there. He swallowed hard. What was happening to him?

The archer swallowed hard. His head screamed at him to go into defence mode - to push you away from him. But his heart? That held a different opinion - one he didn't intend to listen to.

"Wha' the hell are ya doin', woman?" He asked into the darkish, quietness of the tent. Daryl meant to sound gruff - as if to rebuke you, but instead his voice came out on the verge of cracking. Uncertain. Insecure, even. Soft.

"'M cold," you mumbled; half asleep already - neatly tucked against his side. His warmth and scent had quickly managed to lull you to sleep. "Cold 'n cuddly." The man wanted to argue; wanted to be mad at you - but he quickly found out that he couldn't. All that came out of his mouth in return was a low huff and a muttered 'Damnit'. You drifted off into a peaceful sleep; bathing in the warmth of Daryl's natural body heat and the thin blanket you had curled around you.

Looking around to check if somebody was watching - almost afraid that Merle would rip open the flap of the tent any second and laugh at him; tell him what a pussy he had become, Daryl saw nothing but peaceful darkness and the rays of moonlight. He took a deep breath. Nobody was around. Nobody seeing or judging him for this 'moment of weakness' he was about to grant himself.

His eyes settled back on you. Throwing caution to the wind, he finally gave into this strange need. The redneck shifted slightly; carefully - not to hurt his wound - so that your body molded perfectly against his chest and wrapped an arm around you to keep you safely tucked against him. Protectively.