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As he climbed uphill, with his hallucination of his brother calling him a ‘pussy’—his vision was starting to blur as he felt like he was about to tumble back down again.

However, he started seeing a silhouette of a woman wearing a long flowy dress reaching out his hand to him. Now he started thinking—this might actually be his last time breathing and this woman was some angel of death trying to bring him to the other side. He doesn’t believe in god, angels or the devil. This might be a sign he is going to hell.

“Are you real?” That was the last thing he said before he saw the complete dark.

One thing he knows for sure, he didn’t feel himself hitting the ground.

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Daryl was floating in and out of consciousness. There was a fleeting moment where he gained his sense of smell and the only thing he could smell was what he could describe as chopped up grass mixed with mud and weirdly enough the scent of incense. He couldn’t open his eyes but the only thing he could hear was the sound of a fire crackling and a distant rhythmic hum.

The tune lulled him back to sleep.

The next moment he woke up, he could barely open his eyes but he had enough to see just a little bit of where he was. In which, he had no idea where he was. All he knew is that he was in a dark space and the only thing lighting it up was the fire he had heard earlier.

The woman from his hallucination came into his view again but it was too blurry for him to make out his face.

There it was the hum, Daryl had guessed it came from the woman and every time she sang it—Daryl fell back asleep.

Daryl had no idea how long he had been out. After the third time, this was the moment he could finally fully regain his consciousness. The bizarre thing was, he did not feel any pain. The spot where he had impaled himself was gone, as if it had completely healed.

When Daryl opened his eyes, he scanned it through the room as his mind wondered where the hell was he. The place looked awfully familiar, it was like he had been here before.

The window, the door, the rooms—it was the empty cabin he had found when he was out looking for Sophia.

But then again, it was an empty cabin. This place looked like someone had lived here for years. He scurried to get up as he looked around for his crossbow, it was nowhere in sight. He looked down, only to find himself half naked—covered in substance that looked like mud all over his injuries.

“What the hell is ‘happenin” He muttered to himself as he spotted his shirt hung on a rocking chair, he quickly took it and put it on.

The cabin looked odd. There were weird trinkets hung everywhere, weird substances kept in potion-like bottles, the room smelled like herbs. It wasn’t an off-putting smell, it was actually quite comforting.

“You’re awake” Daryl visibly jumped as he quickly snapped towards the direction of the female voice. It starts to come back to him. Daryl knew this was the woman he saw—and apparently she was real after all.

“You treated me?” Daryl asked cautiously as he looked at the woman up and down. Her hair was long and unkempt, the same dress she wore before—a dark green colored dress that was loose around her body—a long black cardigan sat on her shoulders, wearing an array of natural accessories—if that even made sense.

“Yes, you were bleeding out so I went out to help” The woman stated, the tone in her voice suggested nothing more than a simple favor. Nothing in her voice marked any concerns for Daryl. “Now, if you feel better—you can leave”

She gestured towards the front door as Daryl’s eyes wandered in her cabin one more time.

“Thank you” Daryl expressed honestly, however—he stayed in place—seemingly not wanting to leave, “It’s not safe for you alone out here”

“Nothing I can’t take care of, I’m doing fine” She replied, the subtle stoicism lacing her voice. She looked at Daryl in disbelief as she could not understand why he would not leave, “Are we going to have problems?” Her tone was more defensive as her stance hardened.

“No… No…” Daryl muttered quietly, “We have a camp, we have good people there—you can come with me, it will be safe”

“I told you…” She trailed of sternly, “I can take care of myself”

Daryl raised his hands defeatedly as he walked towards the front door, he kept glancing back at her and he didn’t know why. Something about her was visually pleasing to look at—she seemed extremely intriguing.

“Your weapons are outside, I don’t tolerate any of those in my house” Daryl nodded as he opened the door to see his crossbow and knife placed neatly on the side of the porch. He took in the surroundings as he felt something weird crawling in his chest.

“Before I go…” Daryl trailed, “Do you see a little girl out here? we lost her almost a week ago”

There was a weird look on her face but she shook her head.

When Daryl stepped outside he noticed something in the distance.

Cherokee Rose.

He turned around as he fully took in the cabin. It was the same cabin that he had stumbled upon before he got injured.

Except when he checked the cabin before.

It was empty.

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“I swear, she was living there in that damn house!”

Daryl had spent the last 30 minutes trying to convince Rick to search the cabin. However, after the story about how he got injured—Rick had assumed he was seeing things.

Maggie and Hershel had explained that the cabin had been abandoned for more than a decade. They have been scavenging through that area for months, nobody has been there.

“If I was ‘lyin, then how the hell do you explain this?” Daryl raised his shirt, showing the scar where he had been impaled by his arrow.

The group looked at him like he was crazy.

“Glenn, c’mere” He called out as Glenn ran towards him. “You showered with me before, this wasn’t here before was it?” Glenn’s eyes widened as everybody’s head turned towards him.

“Man, I don’t know what you’re on about—I never showered with you” Glenn flushed as Maggie held back his laughter, “But yes, I’ve never seen that before—that looks new”

“Okay let’s say we go there, and find this woman—whatchu’ wanna do? Tie her up? Torture her till she lets us know where Sophia is?” Shane snarked, earning a glare from Daryl as he bit his tongue to prevent himself from fighting the cop. He didn’t know why Shane was always so against finding Sophia.

“I’m saying we can go there and ask her again, she looks like she knows something”

The group collectively agreed to go back to the cabin despite some agreements. Rick had suggested that they do whatever they can, if it doesn’t work then they can try something else. The hopeless optimism seems to be always pissing Shane off.

The group agreed to send Daryl, Rick and Carol. They thought the woman might be more open to answering questions if there was another woman present.

So they ventured out to the woods, Daryl and Rick being more cautious in order to keep Carol safe.

When they stumbled upon the same cabin, the three of them glanced at each other as they nodded—heading towards the front door as they softly knocked.

“Put your weapons on the floor, she doesn’t like it in her house” Daryl pointed on the ground as Rick hesitated. He did not know who this woman was and she could be dangerous. However, he trusted Daryl to do so. Both him and Carol placed their weapons carefully as they looked around cautiously if there were any walkers.

Surprisingly, there were none. Which was weird because what Daryl remembered was that this area was crawling with them.

There were no answers so Rick contemplated breaking into the house. He decided to think rationally and knock again. However, this time the door creaked open with no force as they managed to get a peak inside the house.

Daryl’s face fell, the house was empty.

“Maybe you got the wrong cabin?” Carol suggested softly, Daryl started pacing around the porch as he started rethinking what the hell was going on. He wasn’t hallucinating. He knew somebody lived here.

He suggested they searched the whole cabin, and when they did it still looked like it was abandoned 10 years ago.

“Alright, Daryl I don’t think she’s here” Rick explained carefully, afraid he might make Daryl mad. Daryl stayed quiet, the feeling of disappointment consumed him. “Maybe, when you were losing so much blood—you started seeing things, I heard those happens sometimes”

Daryl merely hummed. Both of them could see he was visibly upset about the situation. Carol went up to him as she embraced him into a hug.

“Thank you, I appreciate you, I just want you to know that” Daryl stayed quiet as he nodded. The group decided to make their way back to the farmhouse.

However, when they turned around—there she was, carrying firewood in her arms. The group froze in shock.

“You can’t be here” The woman snarls, as she drops her firewood to the ground. “You need to leave”

“We’re sorry for intruding” Carol apologized, “We just want to know if you’ve seen my little girl. She’s missing and I really need to find her” Carol started crying.

“You’re her mother?” She interrogates as Carol nodded eagerly. The harsh look on her face softens as she walks towards the group. Rick and Daryl glanced at each other, seemingly not believing that what Daryl had been going on about is true. But it was. However, one thing on Daryl’s mind that he can’t seem to shake is that—the cabin is empty when yesterday it looked like she had been living there forever. “Come with me—but they stay outside”

“We prefer staying together” Rick inclined as the woman glared at him. “Okay—but if anything happens to her” Rick paused, “I’ll kill you”

She looked unfazed as Carol hesitantly followed her inside the cabin.

Rick and Daryl sat outside, on alert of any sounds they could be hearing coming from inside the cabin.

“Daryl I didn’t want to say this” Rick started, “But she looks weird”

Daryl chuckled dryly, “Tell me about it”

“You see one thing I don’t get, is how can the wound from that arrow be completely healed in one day” Rick ponders. Daryl instinctively touched the scar as he hummed.

“Beats me” Daryl shrugged, “Maybe she’s a doctor”

“I’m pretty sure doctors don’t look like that” Rick and Daryl laughed simultaneously. A moment after Carol exited the cabin with the woman behind him.

When they saw Carol’s face, they noticed how pale she was. She was sweating bullets as she looked out of it. Rick and Daryl got up as they cautiously looked at the woman who seemed fine and normal—a contrast to Carol.

“She has Sophia” Carol choked, this made the two men wield their weapon, ready to shoot her. The woman remained calm as if it didn't faze her that a crossbow and a revolver was pointed at her, “No! No! She’s treating her, don’t shoot”

“Why the hell do you look so scared then” Daryl growled, “She must’ve done something to her!”

“Because Sophia’s been bitten” Carol cried out. “My baby’s been bitten”

“That’s impossible! We searched the house, Carol—there was no one there” Rick argued, his gun still pointing at the woman.

“Please, you need to show them—show them and they can trust you” Carol wailed as the woman crossed her arms, contemplating. “Please!”

The woman groaned loudly as she pointed at the men’s weapons to the ground. Rick and Daryl hesitated but Carol urged them to do so. The woman motioned them come inside as they carefully followed.

It happened again. It all started to feel like a deja vu. The house that was empty, now looks lively. Everything that Daryl remembered, it was there. The trinkets, the potions, the smell of herbs and mud.

“What the fuck is happening” Rick’s eyes wandered through the house that was supposed to be empty. His mind could not comprehend what he was seeing. There was no way. No way she could clear the house so fast and redecorate it in less than an hour. This was impossible.

The woman led them into a room, where they could see Sophia lying on the floor with a mud-like substance on her neck. She was unconscious but they could tell she was breathing, Rick simply looked up in shock—begging for an explanation.

“A week ago I was searching for firewood in the forest. Then I heard her scream. By that time she was already bitten in the neck” The woman bent down to Sophia’s level, carefully removing the mud that was on her neck. There was a bite mark, what’s crazy about it—it almost looked completely healed. “Usually it doesn’t take long for me to heal a wound, but this is different. It’s taking too long. If you remove her from my cabin, she will die”

“That’s impossible, how? They usually turn after a few minutes to an hour, if she’s been bitten for almost a week she should’ve turned by now”

“I can’t tell you that” The woman stated sternly, “What I can say is, nature’s the best medicine. She will wake up and she will be fine but you need to give me time” She placed the mud back to her neck as Sophia gave a low moan. Carol shuddered at the sound of her little girl’s voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me when I asked you” Daryl snapped.

“Because I don’t trust men—all you do is do bad things” She counters as her eyes stay on Daryl. She then carefully wiped Sophia with a wet cloth, ensuring that she stays clean.

“Thank you, thank you so much—I don’t know how you’re doing this but I’m so thankful you found my little girl” Carol cried out when she suddenly embraced the woman in a hug. She smiled as she caressed Carol’s back in comfort.

However, at that moment Rick and Daryl were still looking at each other saying; “Who’s going to address the magical disappearing and reappearing elephant in the room?”

They decided not to push it mainly because they knew she wouldn’t answer anyway and they also can’t prepare to wrap their minds around it.

As they left the cabin, all three of them were silent. They were still trying to process what they had just encountered.

“Can we talk about what just happened?” Rick initiated, “Because I’m not the only one that thinks this is crazy right? She’s crazy!”

“I honestly don’t care. She could be a witch and I still won’t care—Sophia’s safe that’s all that matters” Carol stated absentmindedly, however—the two men turned to her in disbelief, “What? Oh come on, you can’t seriously think that? That’s ridiculous!”

“I think I’m losing my goddamn mind” Daryl cursed to himself.

“I mean we didn’t think zombies existed before this, it honestly makes sense” Rick theorized as Carol and Daryl looked at him like he was insane. Now Rick understood what Daryl felt like when Maggie and Hershel told him the cabin was abandoned.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the rational one here?” Daryl argued.

“I don’t know, Daryl—how do you explain the cabin was empty and then not-so-empty after? Not to mention, we out of all people know, there is no cure to the infection”

The group stayed silent, as they headed off to the farm. They honestly did not know how to explain it. It was impossible.

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Daryl didn’t know what possessed him to go back to the cabin. He felt this certain urge and need to go and see her which was extremely unlike him. He kept thinking about what she said about not trusting men. He kept wondering why she had helped him if she didn’t trust him. The thought kept running in his mind until he became sleepless. That’s how he found himself standing in front of her cabin, waiting for her to magically appear.

And that she did.

“Why are you here?” Her voice came from behind him as he jumped. Her eyes scanned him up and down, noticing there were no weapons in his hands or body. She started circling around him, as if she was taunting him. “Is there something I can do for you?” Her voice dropped into a dangerous tone, the one that didn’t sound like she was going to attack. It sounded completely different.

She got closer and closer to him until she was just inches away from his face. Daryl had an unbreakable gaze as he looked down to notice the small smirk carved on her lips.

“You can come in” She turned away from him completely as she walked inside the house, Daryl stood there frozen for a moment before he snapped back and followed behind her.

“You said you don’t trust men, why did you save me?” Daryl wasted no time getting right to the point, a thought that has been bugging him all night. She gave him a chuckle as she boiled a pot of hot water. Daryl stopped for a moment as he looked at the fire, “You have gas?”

“So many questions” She sighed wistfully, “I guess you could say that”

“You didn’t answer my first one” Daryl insists, his stance on guard as he looked around the house once again. There’s no way she could clear all this in a minute. There’s something off about her.

“I don’t trust men” She explained softly, “Doesn’t mean I won’t help one. I can also tell the good from the bad”

“You don’t know nothing about me”

“You’re decent…” She continues, “Enough”

“How did you do it?” He challenges, “How did you cure Sophia? We were told there was no cure, so it’s impossible”

She ignored Daryl as she hummed the same tune that she hummed when she was treating Daryl. Daryl was getting impatient. She glanced at him briefly as she brewed some sort of tea. Daryl started to look around, the weird potions on her table—the books with unfamiliar writings, the concerning amount of candles lit up.

“Are you like a witch or something?” Daryl wasn’t sure if he meant that as a joke or if it was completely something else. Everything about her doesn’t seem to make sense. The cabin, how she healed him, hell—this place had no walkers coming around whatsoever, he hadn't seen any in a 5 mile radius around the area.

She suddenly laughs, “That’s stupid, witches don’t exist”

Daryl almost felt relieved that he wasn’t going crazy.

She started smiling at him in the most off-putting way possible. She brought the cup of tea as he looked at it with caution. He took it in his hands as he took a seat.

“What do you want, Daryl? I don’t see any point of you being here—unless you want something” She coaxes, her fingertips gliding on the cup as the noise makes a slight hum. Daryl just stared at her quietly as he shrugged, “Then, why are here?”

“Just curious” Daryl muttered, “You got my mind ‘runnin”

He had no idea why he just said that, it was something he would never admit out loud. He could lie his way through and it wouldn’t be an issue but he felt like being honest. Which was rare.

“Is it because you think I’m attractive?” She challenged, a teasing smirk on her lips. She started getting up as she moved closer towards him, “Is there something that’s pulling you in”

“Yes” His own answer shocked him, “I think you’re weird—but in a beautiful way, you get what I mean?” What the fuck was happening to him? The woman bent down, her hands on each side of the chair as her gaze locked upon his eyes.

“Is that so?” She was so close, Daryl could feel her breath on his face, Daryl could also smell the weird scent that she always had. It was not bad, it was comforting. He said nothing as he nodded hesitantly. As if it was even possible, she got closer—tilting her head to the side as if she was about to kiss him. Daryl instinctively leaned in but before their lips could meet—she snapped back up as she walked away.

“What the hell?” He seemed to have gotten out of his daze. He looked down at his tea, “Did you fucking drug me?!”

“It’a just pine needle tea, I think it’s just you, sweetheart” She stated simply as she took the cup away from his hands and drank the remaining, “I’m fine”

She’s making him crazy. Daryl was usually hard-headed and rational—most of the time. How she’s making him feel makes him frustrated.

“I think it’s best if you leave now” She opened the front door for him, “I’ll send over Sophia tomorrow, you look forward to that”

As he exited her cabin as he glanced back one last time to see her smiling and waving him goodbye.

“Crazy bitch…”

However, when Daryl got back to his tent—it was safe to say he had the most peaceful sleep of his life.

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All of the group was sitting around the fire, enjoying the catch Daryl got for today. They were laughing among themselves and for the first time they did not worry about anything. They were just simply families, enjoying their lunch—it was like before.

“Who is that?” Glenn questioned, seeing a woman in a pale yellow dress walking out the field. Everybody was suddenly on guard as they held up their guns from afar. A child came up behind her as she held her hand, swinging back and forth as they tried to make up who it was. They lowered their guns since walkers can’t exactly do that.

Carol then realizes.

“Oh my god, it’s Sophia” She bolted towards them, without caring about anything else. Sophia noticed her mother running after her as she let go of the woman’s hand—running after her mother. The group trailed closely behind to catch up as they stopped in the middle of the field. Carol cried into her daughter’s arms, embracing her tight so she wouldn’t lose her again.

The group was speechless to see Sophia again, but they were more confused about the woman that brought her. Daryl squinted because of the sun that was shining down on them as he looked at the familiar face. He scanned her up and down, and couldn't take his eyes off her.

After Carol was done and let Carl reunite with Sophia, she immediately embraced the woman—muttering thank you’s like a prayer. The woman whispered something in Carol’s ear as she nodded understandingly.

“Who are you?” Andrea was the first one to voice out. She smiled at everyone as she told them her name.

Her name fits her, Daryl thought as he realized after everything he hadn't asked about it.

There were so many questions from so many people that she barely even got to say a word. Carol had stopped the group from being so overbearing as she invited her for a thank you dinner.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. Thank you for your offer” She declined politely as Carol frowned.

Shane, who had been staring at her like a piece of meat, gave her a smug smirk, “Oh come on sweetheart, that’s the least we could do—stay and have dinner with us. I’ll catch you a tasty bunny as well”

Daryl glared at him, pushing down the instinct to shove his own head up his ass.

Her smile that was genuine and friendly had dropped once she met her with Shane. Nobody had noticed but the look on her face was nowhere near friendly and it made Shane wipe the smirk off his face—slightly shocked.

“You know what? What the hell?—I’ll stay” She smiled again, but this time her eyes were only on Daryl. He simply nodded as he headed back towards camp. The group swarmed her with questions like she was a celebrity, she answered them humbly—saying she was at the right place and the right time.

“How was it staying with her, was she nice?” Carol asked Sophia out of curiosity. Her daughter simply nodded eagerly. Carol’s eyes fell down to the scarf around her neck as her words circled back in her mind.

“Keep the scarf until the scar fades, if your group finds out—they might think she’s still infected”

“You keep this on, okay? Never take it off” Carol fiddled with the material as her daughter hummed in agreement. She didn’t know whether or not she should talk about what happened because she was too afraid Sophia might be too scared from the memory.

On the other hand, Shane can’t stop staring at her. Daryl honestly had enough of it.

“You got something to say?” Daryl snarled, pushing Shane’s cup of water as it fell to the ground and staining his shirt.

“What the fuck man?” Everyone’s attention turned to them as they gasped in shocked

“You’ve been staring at her like a fuckin’ asshole, I asked ya’ if you got something to say” Daryl shouted, his face full of fury. Shane chuckled darkly as he couldn’t believe the hick was picking a fight with him.

Meanwhile, the woman they were arguing about was enjoying seeing men at their very primal instinct. It was amusing. She stood there with her arms crossed, as she smiled.

Daryl and Shane were about to throw hands at each other before she placed her hands on Daryl’s bicep.

“Hey, it’s okay” She whispered softly, her hand sliding up and down his arms as his breath hitched, “You don’t need to do that”

Shane watched the encounter in disbelief, “Slut—“ He muttered underneath his breath. Daryl caught what he was saying and almost jumped him but she stopped him again. Leaning into his ear as she whispered something.

Daryl seemed to have calmed down. Shane walked away as he pushed the chair out of his way angrily.

She giggled, her hands both on his shoulder as he glanced at her. “Didn’t need to treat you like that”

“Oh, I know” She stated, “But he is just an insecure man, leave him be”

“What the fuck is going on” Glenn, who had witnessed everything stood there frozen like everybody else.

It was safe to say, everyone was weirded out by your presence. There was this sense of discomfort that they couldn’t exactly put a finger on. She was alluring, but extremely creepy and off-putting at the same time. They tried to comfort themselves, maybe it was just because she had been alone for a long time. That’s why she acts the way she does.

The lunch went on quite awkwardly. The group that was so curious and talkative were no longer asking questions. She just sat there with a wide smile on her face, humming to herself.

The night had fallen, as she said their goodbyes to everyone. In some ways they were relieved she was leaving.

Daryl caught up behind her, as he stopped her from walking away “Hey, let me walk you back—it’s not safe at night, and you don’t got no weapons on you”

She smiled at him for a moment, before agreeing. Knowing damn well, she can protect herself but Daryl insisted anyway.

“Would you like to come in?” She offered again and without a doubt, Daryl just headed inside.

He couldn’t describe what he felt when he was around her. It was like she was irresistible—and Daryl was a stubborn man so he didn’t know why he was acting this way. His mind kept circling back to what he said to her the last time he was here. He kept thinking maybe she had put a curse on him, like a love spell or something—

That’s stupid.

“Would you like some tea?” Daryl declined, as he sat on the same chair as he did before.

There was a moment of silence. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was just this weird tension—he had been staring at her and she did the same thing back. There were no words exchanged, it was just their eyes.

“You have a lot of anger in you, Daryl” She muttered softly, “I can fix that” She whispered.

“What, you’re gonna brew me another tea?” She giggled at his response as she shook her head. She slowly walked towards him, striding like a cat. His eyes followed her every movement and when she was close enough, she took a seat on his lap. His breath hitched as she leaned down, her long fingernails tracing his neck and jawline. “What are you doing to me?”

“Taking the pain away” She whispered against his lips as she closed the distance between them. Daryl gave in as his lips glided against hers. He shuddered, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her closer until she was straddling his lap. She would pull away every now and then, her tongue darting out to softly lick his lips that would earn a growl from him. Daryl pulled away as he buried his face into her neck, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone.

“You’re driving me crazy” He breathed out as she got up from his lap. She kneeled on the floor as she carefully took off the buckle off his belt. “F-fuck”

“Or maybe you’re just crazy for me” Her hands glided along his thighs as she took off his pants and his boxers—his hard and girthy length shot up to his stomach, his pre-cum staining the hair underneath his belly button. She suddenly hummed to herself, her mouth salivating as she wasted no time pressing her tongue on the base of his shaft.

“F-fuck” Daryl whined, his hips bucking up as he squinted his eyes in pleasure. Everything felt so sensitive, it had been a really long time since he felt this way. “More, f-fuck”

“Mhmm” She hummed as she fully took in his length. Daryl groaned out loud, his hand finding the base of her hair as he gripped it, moving her head up and down his cock carefully. She was sucking his dick like she was hungry, like hasn’t eaten anything in years. Daryl decided to push it further as both of his hands found the back of her head, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck you’re so g-good for me” His hips twitched underneath her, obscene sounds coming out of her mouth, her saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripped onto the chair. It was filthy, she was filthy. His tip hits the back of her throat just nice, each time he pushes it further—the base of his shaft can be seen protruding out of her skin. “Y-yes, fuck!”

It was too good. He didn’t want it to end so he pulled her head back as she wiped the drool at the corner of her lips. She smiled at him, as she stood up, slipping her dress off her shoulders.

“You’re beautiful…” Daryl breathed out as he fully took her in, everything about her was perfect. “C’mere”

Daryl pulled her in by her waist, as he pressed his face against her skin. Taking in the scent that he enjoyed so much. He found her breast, her nipples pebbled under the cold air as he took it in his mouth eagerly suckling on them. Her moans were music to his ears, his teeth sinking into her breath softly as she hissed in pleasure.

“I want you” She moaned, “Please, please take me” She begged and it was the best thing he had heard all day.

“Desperate lil thing” He muttered as he guided her back on top of his lap. Before he put his tip in, his curiosity got the best of him as his fingers travelled down to her cunt. He could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, as he scoped it up and placed it inside his mouth. He moaned, “Let me have a taste of you”

“No! Please, I can’t take it anymore” She urged as Daryl decided not to argue and sunk her pussy onto his cock. “Oh my god, f-feel so full”

“Y-yeah? Fuck!” He grunted, her tight warm walls practically sucking him in. “You feel so fuckin’ good, nobody felt this fucking good before”

She started bouncing on his dick, each time it entered she screamed out loud. Daryl found his mouth on her breast again, trying to suppress his groans and grunts. He sat back looking at her with hooded eyes, watching the most beautiful woman he had ever seen jumping and fucking his cock like some desperate whore.

Suddenly, Daryl got up as he carefully carried her and placed her down on the floor. He leaned down to kiss her again, “I’m gonna fuck you hard…” He grunted, “…until you cry”

He entered her again, slamming his cock deep into her pussy as she wailed. She could feel him fill her up, she could feel him in her tummy. The way he hits the spot is just nice to make her squeal every time.

His hand went down as he found her clit, violently rubbing the swollen nub as she twitched underneath him. Daryl held her hand to stop her from moving too much as he growled inside her ears.

“D-daryl!” She screamed, her back arching in pleasure, “I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s it, girl… say my name—say it fucking louder!” She screamed his name again and again as she neared her orgasm. Daryl’s fingers never stopped as the tears started flowing down her face. She felt like she was in heaven even when there was no place for her there.

“Daryl! Stop it’s too much” She cried out of overstimulation as she tried freeing her hands to remove him from her throbbing clit, “Oh my god I can’t!”

She squealed when it fully hit her, Daryl could feel liquid squirting out of her cunt soaking everything around them. His thighs were dripping with her juices. It sent him over the edge as he was about to spill his come all over her.

When he was about to pull out, she violently shake her head.

“No! no! please cum inside me I want it, I want it so bad—Daryl please!” She begged desperately for his seed to fill her womb. Daryl was too dazed to think about the consequences as he gave her one last thrust as his cum spurted inside her, coating her walls nice and warm.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He screamed out one last time.

He fell on top of her as she sniffled, her legs still violently shaking from her previous orgasm.

When he pulled out, his cum dripped out of her cunt—the lewd image made him curse to himself.

She got up weekly, as she took a joint and a lighter as she lit it up.

“S’that weed?” Daryl panted, she shook her head as she handed it over to him.

“It’s not but it helps calm you down, try it” He took a big puff as he looked at it confused. It tasted like flowers, it tasted nice.

Both of them laid on the floor, she was cuddled up in Daryl’s arms—tracing the tattoos on his chest.

“Daryl?” She called out softly, “Would you leave me?”

“Don’t want to” He muttered simply, playing with her hair.

“Then would you stay?” She asked hopefully, looking up at him, “I can give you everything you had ever wanted, just say the words”

“Why don’t you come with me instead?” Daryl suggested.

She grew silent, “It’s either you stay with me or you’ll never see me again”

“I don’t want that”

“Will you stay then?”

Daryl thought about it for a moment. Suddenly, visions started appearing in his mind. He was living happily with her, he had a child running around in front of the cabin—his life was perfect. It felt perfect and it felt right.

“Okay”

Daryl didn’t know what he agreed to but he was in too deep. She hummed the same tune happily, as he caressed her arms.

Daryl never found out her intentions. Specifically her intentions of taking in Sophia and never returning her. However, it wasn’t bad—she was lonely. She wanted to have a child but she never got the opportunity to get one. When she had to return Sophia to her mother, she was disappointed. However, she wasn’t evil.

She also never forced Daryl to stay.

Now that he is here, she can live out her perfect life.

“I can give you everything you had ever wanted, just say the words”

.

Back at the camp, Daryl had been missing for weeks. When they went to search the cabin, they found it looking abandoned.

He was grateful that nobody pressured him. Which was surprising. All of the groups had come to an understanding that; that’s just how he is. They did not want him to be pretentious, they weren’t embarrassed of his ways. They just let him be. Let him have his own time to adjust. That is why he loved them so much, he would die for them. Of course he would never say it out loud but he does show it in the form of actions. Let it be big or small. They always showed they appreciated him. 

If someone had asked him; “Do you miss the life you had before?”, he would say no. He was happy with the people he was with, he wasn’t happy before.

When Aaron invited him to his home, that was the first time he felt moved. That was the first time he recognized Aaron was just simply a good guy. He did not have any agenda, any tricks up his sleeve–he was just kind. Kindness is a diamond nowadays. It is so hard to find. Maybe… Just maybe, all the other Alexandrians were like him as well. He sure started to notice that with Deanna but he was still wary of her.

“The main reason why I wanted to help me recruit… is because you do know the difference between a good person and a bad person” Hearing him say that, Daryl’s heart swells. However, he would never show it. Instead, he offered Aaron to catch rabbits for him. It amused him. He was the first person to see Daryl, truly sees him and even gave him a new ride in the process. Aaron was the first Alexandrian he trusted.

After the first few weeks he felt a little comfortable again, not fully–just enough to make him stay. Alexandria didn’t force him to stay inside, they would let him out whenever he wanted.

Today was one of the days where he would ask to be left alone as he went out on a hunt.

He moves carefully in the woods, his hearing was far more heightened than the average person. The amount of focus and patience he obtained was how he was able to become silent and deadly. Every noise that comes through the woods he would be able to recognize what it is and where it is from.

A scream was definitely not one of it.

He immediately rushed towards it, he was careful of his peripheral vision and not losing sight of his surroundings. The noise became louder and louder until he was close enough to see what it was but remain invisible. 

Observe, intervene if the situation calls for it.

He hid behind a tree as he watched from afar. His eyes adjusted to the distance. He saw two men, one was holding down a woman as she cried for her life and the other was rummaging through her belongings. They looked at her with eyes that could only count as pure evil. They weren’t planning to only steal from her–they were planning to take her away.

With careful movements, Daryl got close enough behind the two men. Without hesitation, he shot his crossbow right in one of the men’s chest as he fell down–limp, dead. The other was too shocked as he looked around trying to find the perpetrator. Daryl gave him no chance to even see the light of day before he stabbed him from behind. The man fell limp, just like his friend.

“I don’t take chances anymore”

Rick’s words echoed in his mind as he firmly believed in it. The woman gasped as she backed away to a tree, she didn’t say anything but she looked at him with fear.

“You’re safe, it’s okay” Daryl placed his knife away as well as his crossbow as he raised his hands up. The woman was still terrified as if Daryl was going to end her life next, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m just gonna help you take your things, alright?”

He moved closer just by a bit and before he could do anything else the woman took off in fear, leaving all her supplies behind.

“Shit” He cursed to himself as he watched her disappear into the woods. Daryl was too far out to be close to Alexandria and run for her and maybe take her back. If he did all that he would be out here late at night and it would be more dangerous. Daryl looked at her scattered supplies as he bent down to collect them. However, he did not have the attention to take it. Instead, he collected it and placed it on a tree branch–not too high that she couldn’t reach it. He took out his pen and paper as he wrote.

‘Look up’

There was a chance she might come back and see it but there was also a chance that she wasn’t coming back and someone else might have taken it. There was also a chance she might not make it through the night empty-handed. That thought dawned upon him but he couldn’t risk himself getting in trouble for his group.

He walked away, heading back to Alexandria as he glanced at the backpack one more time.

He hoped she survived.

.

The next day, Daryl went to the same spot to hunt. His intention was to bring food back but deep in his conscience he also hoped the girl would return again. He went back to the same tree, he saw that his note was still intact but the backpack was no longer there. He hoped she was the one who took it.

As he spent time in the woods he saw a baby deer, quietly eating leaves. He thought it was his opening. He carefully moved closer, his aim was set right on its heart as he moved slowly he suddenly tripped on a rock that he had not noticed and scared the deer away.

“Damnit” He cursed as he wiped off the sweat that was beading on his forehead, he groaned as he leaned on a tree, slowly sitting down as he thought that he might lose his touch. Or maybe there was just too much in his mind about the girl he encountered yesterday. Daryl didn’t want to give up so he looked around to see if he could spot any animals left in the woods. He was about to give up when suddenly he heard the cracking of twigs behind him. He turned in a swift motion, wielding his crossbow but then he froze in shock.

It was her. 

He immediately dropped his weapon. He raised his hands again, trying to show her that he wasn’t dangerous.

Daryl looked down as he noticed something. The same baby deer that he was hunting was now dead in her arms. She looked at him blankly as she walked closer towards him. Every move she made had Daryl looking closely.

She threw the dead deer in front of him, offering it to him. Daryl looked at the deer and looked back at her, she just hummed and gestured for him to take it. Then he realized it was her way of thanking him for saving her.

He took the deer from her hands slowly, afraid that sudden movements would scare her away. She was about to turn around and leave when he noticed that she managed to take her backpack with her.

“Hey, wait up” Daryl called out softly as she turned around, “Stay there, we can share it”

There it is again, the blank stare that he could not read. Daryl took out his knife as he was about to butcher the deer’s leg, she suddenly grew frantic as she ran towards him and bent down to his level.

Daryl looked at her as she pointed towards the deer and pointed back at him; “It’s for you”, as he understood. He shook his head as he continued to cut the leg off.

“We can share it, it’s okay” Daryl muttered softly, she didn’t do anything else–instead she just looked at him as if she was confused. “Here”, Daryl paid her no mind as he gave her the larger part, taking only the leg with him. She did not understand why he did that. 

She looked at the deer that Daryl gave her for a while, she held it tight in her hands. Something in her eyes told him that she felt thankful.

Then she left.

.

It had become a part of his routine. Ever since that day, he would come out to the same spot and he would bring her different things each day. She sat far away from him but he was okay with it, Daryl didn’t need to say anything to her nor did she have to say anything to him. Daryl did not look for her. Instead, he lets her come to him on her own terms.

After that encounter, Daryl had brought some canned foods he managed to snatch from Olivia–she never found out where the canned beans went. Daryl waited in the woods, sitting at the same tree as he sharpened and cleaned his arrows to pass time. He cleared the area from walkers so it was safe for him–for her. When Daryl noticed her peeking out behind the tree, he held out the canned beans for her to take.

She approached him slowly, carefully and when she got closed enough she pointed towards the ground. It always takes some time for it to register what she was gesturing but eventually he understood that she didn’t want to come in contact with him so he carefully threw the beans at her. She grabbed it quickly as she backed away, a distance she thought was safe for her.

“My name’s Daryl” He tried. As he patiently waited for her to reply but she never did, she always just stared back at him. “You wanna tell me your name?”

She stays silent again as Daryl decides not to push it any further. She opened the can eagerly, as she scoped the beans and ate it with her hands. Daryl takes the moment to observe her while she is distracted with eating.

Daryl noticed the countless amount of scars on her face, some were new and some were older. Definitely some from the encounter a few days before. She had a huge gash on her forehead that she had left untreated, Daryl made a mental note to bring her bandages and antiseptic from Alexandria next time. His eyes trailed down as he noticed her wrists. There was a deep scar surrounding it, like she had been restrained for a long time. Daryl took a moment to wonder what you have been through to make you end up this way. In some ways, he saw a bit of his own reflection in her.

Like routine, she finished the canned beans and looked at him one last time before she left.

.

“You’ve been going out a lot” Carol implored, “You good, pookie?”

Daryl grumbled, “Was out ‘huntin”

Carol hummed as she took a seat right next to Daryl.

“Well, I don’t see you coming back with anything,” Carol teased as he groaned, getting up from the porch, “Have you showered?”

He hummed before leaving her behind. Carol noticed how Daryl had been acting strange since they got to Alexandria. However, she just blamed it on the new environment.

Daryl went to the infirmary quietly, grabbing whatever was needed for her.

He went out at the same spot, at the same time each day. He was starting to wonder where she was sheltered. He didn't feel the need to question her.

She appeared again, just after a while he arrived. Daryl took out the bandages and medicine.

“You have a cut on your forehead, ‘ya need to treat it or else it would get infected” Daryl threw the items at her like a habit, but this time she just stared at it. “You can get sick if you don’t clean it”

She slowly took the bandage and she just fiddled it in her hands. It was as if she didn’t know what to do with it.

“Do you know how to treat it yourself?” Daryl questioned as she looked at him, confused. She shook her head as she threw it back at him, “Ya need it. Can I help?”

She stayed silent for a while. Daryl could see that she was deeply contemplating whether or not she should let him do it. Daryl let her take her time, not rushing her–if anything he had all the time in the world.

Hesitantly, she nodded.

“Kay, I’ll do it slowly. But if I do it slowly it is gonna hurt, is that okay?” She nodded once again. Suddenly she took out her knife, gripping it in her hands. Daryl immediately understood why. However, he was not scared. He wasn’t going to hurt her–not in a harmful way and he was sure she wasn’t going to hurt him. He nodded, acknowledging her actions as he gestured her to move closer and so she did–but carefully. Daryl let her get close enough to tend to her wounds. He cut a piece of clean bandaged as he poured a small amount of antiseptic on it.

“This is going to sting, alright?” She nodded again as she closed her eyes, preparing for the medicine to come in contact with her wounds. When Daryl softly patted the cut on her forehead, she winced softly and he immediately stopped, “Are you okay? Ya want me to continue?”

She nodded again.

Daryl managed to clean her cut, patching it up, “There, all good now”

She looked at Daryl for a while as she backed away, this time instead of a far distance–she stayed close.

“Thank you” She let out her first words. It was soft and raspy, she hasn’t spoken in a while. Daryl hides his shock as he nodded, holding out the bandage and medicine for her to take. This time, she took it right out of his hands.

Daryl went back to Alexandria, he was satisfied with the progress he made today.

.

Daryl didn’t show up the next day. However, she waited patiently for him to come. She waited longer than usual and it was about to be dark. A subconscious part of her had made it her routine as well. She grew disappointed and sad.

.

She peeked from behind a tree as she saw Daryl there, doing the same thing when he waited for her. Usually she would wait for a while and observe him from afar but today she ran towards him. Daryl seemed to notice the look of worry on her face.

“I’m sorry” He apologized, “I had to go out and look for food with my friend” 

She visibly flinched when he mentioned the existence of other people, she started to get scared.

“Don’t worry, they don’t know about you” Daryl reassured softly, “Listen, I’ve been meaning to ask ‘ya something”

She sat there patiently.

“I have a camp, we have good people there–ya don’t have to be alone anymore” Daryl finally mentioned Alexandria. He had assessed her enough to know that she was not a bad person, just lost and scared. The mention of a camp made her grow wary as she started to look around, afraid that there were others watching her. She whimpered as she cowered away. Daryl felt anxious as it was not the reaction he was expecting. He kept reassuring her the same thing again and again until she believed him and calmed down. Daryl understood that she doesn’t want to be taken in. He doesn’t push it.

Once she calmed down, she suddenly got up and Daryl prepared for her to leave again.

This time she doesn’t.

Instead, she motioned him to follow her and so he did. It was a 20 minute walk, further out away from Alexandria. Daryl was curious about where she was taking him. As they walked, Daryl noticed a cabin started to appear, surrounding it were makeshift barriers made from wood that were sharp and it caught the walkers to come near. She was good at surviving. This must be where she was staying.

“You ‘takin me here?” She nodded as she avoided the trapped walkers impaled on the sharp end. They were still alive. Surrounding the cabin was maybe a dozen or more dead ones, Daryl felt a sense of relief knowing that she is able to defend herself from them and she seems to be good at it.

“Keeps them out” She muttered softly gesturing to the dead walkers surrounding the cabin. She was smart to know that their scent wards them off. On the other hand, Daryl had to get used to her talking now but he was happy for it. 

When they were inside, she gestured to Daryl to sit on the chair as he did so as she scoured through her cabinet. She took out a piece of a half-eatened candy bar as she offered it to Daryl. He gave her a small smile as he took it from her, muttering a soft ‘thanks’.

She sat in front of him as she closely watched him eat the candy bar, Daryl didn’t know why but he found the situation slightly amusing. He tried to hide his smile but his eyes failed to do so.

“Can you tell me your name, now?” He tried, once again this time he was testing to see if she had become more open towards him. She stayed silent, Daryl had accepted she was still not ready.

“It’s YN” Daryl was wrong. Daryl nodded in acknowledgement as he wiped his sticky hands on his jeans, holding his hand out playfully. She looked down at it as if it was going to bite her, he motioned his hand out again as she hesitantly reached out to shake it. For a moment, Daryl might have noticed a smile carved on his face but he could be wrong. Maybe he was imagining things.

Daryl looked out of the window as he noticed the sun starting to set. 

“I should probably get back before it gets dark” Daryl stated as he saw her suddenly deflating. The look of disappointment on her face was small but still enough for him to notice.

She looked down for a while but then looked at him again. “Stay?”

For a moment, Daryl felt like he caved in. The way she softly asked him had made it hard to resist her. Without much convincing Daryl just nodded. Her eyes light up again but she looks away before Daryl could notice it.

She started to prepare a bedding for him on the floor, neatly folding a blanket for him. As the day went dark she suddenly laid on the floor.

“What? No, you stay on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor” She shook her head vigorously, as she pointed on the bed, demanding him to sleep there, “Well if you don’t sleep on the bed, then I guess I just have to sleep right next to ya”

Her eyes widened as he could see her flush, Daryl was afraid he had tested the water too much and made her uncomfortable but instead she said nothing and proceeded to lay on the bed. He chuckled softly as he made himself comfortable.

“Goodnight, YN” Daryl muttered.

“Goodnight, Daryl”

That was the first time he had heard his name slip through her lips.

It sounded nice.

.

The rain began sometime after midnight. Not a drizzle but a downpour.

The kind that swallowed the forest whole.

Wind screamed through the pines, rattling the walls of the tiny cabin until every loose plank groaned in protest. Rain hammered the roof hard enough to drown out even the distant moans of walkers. 

Daryl stirred on the floor, one arm draped over his crossbow. He'd insisted on sleeping against the door. She'd argue silently by pointing at the empty spot on the bed, still wanting him to sleep on the bed and let her sleep on the floor. 

He'd simply shaken his head. "Nah."

That had been the end of it.

"Daryl..." She whispered softly, enough for it to be heard. He didn't wake. Another deafening crack echoed through the cabin as it trembled.

The tree was falling–straight toward the side where he slept. She crossed the room in three strides.

"Daryl!" Still nothing. She grabbed his jacket. Daryl opened his eyes just as she threw herself at him. They hit the floor together. The wall exploded. Wood burst inward. A massive pine trunk crashed through the cabin, obliterating the place where he'd been lying less than a second earlier. The impact threw splinters like knives. The roof sagged violently. One heavy beam came down with it. Daryl rolled instinctively. She wasn't fast enough. The beam clipped her shoulder and trapped her forearm beneath broken timber. She made no sound. Just a sharp intake of breath.

Daryl was already on his knees.

"Hey!" Daryl received no response from her. His heart beats loudly in his chest as fear is taken over him by the state of her. She was staring at her arm and blood seeped steadily through her sleeve.

A jagged splinter, longer than his hand, had punched clean through the flesh just below her elbow.

"Damn it." Daryl cursed as he looked at her with worry. He shoved the beam aside with both hands and it barely budged. He planted his boots as he grunted. The wood shifted enough for her to wrench herself free. 

She immediately reached for the splinter. His hand caught her wrist just in time. 

"Don't. You will bleed out" She froze. Their eyes met, his frightened one met hers. For a moment Daryl had thanked god that he had stayed and didn’t leave.

As he glanced at her, she looked less like the wary woman from the woods and more like a frightened animal caught in a trap.

He softened his voice. "Leave it. You’ll be okay"

Rain poured through the broken roof as cold water soaked them both.

"We gotta move." Daryl stated as he carried her out of the cabin. Daryl looked down and noticed how pale she was already. He got scared, terrified as he tried his best to keep the wound from bleeding out too much. He had to make a decision.

Before did that he did what he could to wrap her wounds just enough so she won’t bleed out as much. She screamed in pain as she cried, Daryl’s heart broke.

He knew. If he stays here, tries to tend to her wounds that he is very much not capable of–she will die.

He brings her back to Alexandria, she will live–but Daryl doesn't know how she will react. His best bet is that he will lose her trust, she will probably hate him.

However, the times he had spent together with her–he could not afford losing her.

He’d rather she lives and hates him forever than be gone from his life.

“Need ya to keep talking to me alright, my bike is not far from here–you’d have to stay awake okay?” Daryl only received a soft hum as she was floating in and out of consciousness. "...You shoved me, you would've been crushed."

He was met with silence. Finally, she answered in a voice rough from exhaustion.

"...So would've you." It was such an obvious statement that if she wasn’t dying right now he would’ve laughed. Instead, he looked at the ruined cabin in the distance. Then back at her.

"You could've got yourself killed." He stressed as he carefully ran out, trying to get to his bike as fast as he could. She merely hummed, too tired to respond.

"...Didn't think." She answered weakly after a while.

But Daryl knew she had. She'd thought exactly once.

Daryl's in danger.

And she'd moved without hesitation. It made his heart swell. It unsettled him more than the storm ever could. He wasn't used to anyone throwing themselves into harm's way for him—least of all someone who trusted almost no one. He didn't have words for what that realization did to him, all he knew was that she had to live.

She barely realized what was happening but Daryl had strapped her securely on his bike as he rode off to Alexandria. The blood dripped down the road as it mixed into the wet concrete.

Next thing he knows, she was fully unconscious.

.

When the gates opened, the Alexandrians took no time helping Daryl out. They saw the state of the girl and they looked at him with worry, Deanna was the first to ask him what happened.

“A tree fell on top of her cabin” He paused, his voice cracking at the end, “She was tryna’ save me” He admitted defeatedly as his group gathered around him to hear him out, Carol looked at him then back at the girl who was rushed to the infirmary. She put two and two together. However, Carol saw how disheveled he looked—how he was pacing around his face full of worry as he followed the others to the infirmary. She knew now’s not the best time to push it.

Daryl had stayed by her side the whole time Dr. Pete was performing the surgery on her. Deanna keeps mentioning how Pete is great and she will be okay—if she wasn’t he was going to bash the asshole’s face in. Knowing he was by now, Daryl only tolerated him so that he could save her.

“She’s gonna be out for maybe a few hours, maybe up to a day—it depends on her reaction towards the anesthesia. She should be fine to heal in a month or so. In the meantime, she can not do any physical activity since the branch had punctured straight through her arm. It will risk the stitches opening and she will bleed out again” Daryl nodded in understanding but the whole time he hadn’t looked at his face, his eyes were on her, “She has a lot of injury from the past, I’ve put some cream on to help with the scarring”

Pete left the room as he patted Daryl in the back. It doesn’t matter how long it took for her to wake up, he wasn’t planning on losing his sights on her.

A few hours had passed and there were no signs of her waking up. At this point, Daryl had found comfort in hearing her heart monitor beeping.

Suddenly his group had walked into the room, alongside Aaron.

“Ya’ll can’t be here when she wakes up, she’d get scared so ya’ll need to leave” Nobody said a thing before Rick suddenly came up to her bed, taking out his cuffs as he cuffed her left uninjured arm to the bed. Daryl lashed out on his action as he pushed Rick violently. “You get that shit off right now, she’s not dangerous!”

“It’s just a procedure, Daryl—we don’t know who she is,” Rick stated calmly. “You’ve never told us about her”

“I trust her goddamnit. Just take it off!” Daryl tried to reach for the keys on Rick’s waist and Rick pushed him off.

“You do. We don’t—we need to see how she is first and we can take it off” Aaron muttered as he looked at him with betrayal.

“I thought you trusted me? Your ass was the one who wanted me to be a recruiter. Well here’s what I’m doing, I’m damn ‘recruitin” Daryl shouted at Aaron as he held his hand up, gesturing to calm down.

“We have procedures Daryl, we can’t just simply bring someone in without getting to know them for weeks and weeks”

“To hell with ya procedures!—what? you’re saying I should leave her to die? When I met her, there were two men that were gonna do bad things to her, you’re sayin I should just let ‘em have her?” Daryl was growing more and more agitated, his voice getting louder with each word that came out of his mouth. “ S’that what you want?”

The group were on each other’s necks, the room was loud.

Loud enough that it managed to wake her up.

“D-Daryl?” She cried out as she looked around, she was so shocked her whole body froze as she went silent. Her eyes were wide as her fear consumed her. Too many people. Too many men. Everybody went silent as they looked at her. Her eyes turned glassy once she realized she was cuffed to the bed.

“Hey, you’re okay—“

“No… no, no, no, no!” She chanted repeatedly as she started sobbing violently, shaking her cuffed hands vigorously as she tried to free herself. She kept saying it over and over and her movements were frantic. She wailed out as the group stood there in silence, shocked at her state.

“YN, calm down—“ Daryl tried to approach her but she backed away, it was like the first day they met all over again. Daryl noticed the look in her eyes.

“I trusted you”

 Daryl felt his heart drop.

“Rick take it off, it’s freaking her out!” Daryl yelled at him and the result of that made her flinch and whimper as she cried, “Take the damn cuffs off!”

“I can’t—“

“Daryl?” Carol called out in shock as she pointed at her.

She was violently pulling at her hand to free it, Rick had made the cuff snug on her wrist and the impact had torn into her skin as blood dripped down. She screamed in pain but the only thing in her mind was that she had to run. Run far from here and never come back.

“YN, stop—Rick, take the damn cuffs off!” Rick just stood there freezing as he realized the shattering state of the girl but he still held it in his heart that he had to be safe.

He couldn’t take any chances.

Daryl tried to get her to stop moving but she somehow was stronger than him, she kept trying to pull her arm out. When she was halfway there, her thumb twisted violently as she screamed in pain, crying out trying to free herself. She sobbed and sobbed her wrist was scraped raw and her thumb had been broken.

Daryl had never felt so scared. He was so scared he started to cry. He started crying out begging her to stop. Begging Rick to uncuff her. Everybody just stood there, panicked in their hearts but they were so in shock they couldn’t move or say anything.

Carol took the initiative to snag the keys from Rick as she tossed it to Daryl. He desperately uncuffed her wrist as he held her arm carefully, looking at the state she was in. When Daryl looked up, she had passed out from all the shock and pain. Her face was pale, she was all sweaty. Daryl didn’t know why but he cried looking at her battered arm.

“Everybody out! Now!” His voice boomed through the room as everybody scurried off like chickens who lost their heads. Rick muttered a quiet apology but Daryl stayed silent. He just grabbed the bandages, cleaning her injury as he tried his best to help out with her thumb with what he knows. He looked down at her old scar around her wrist. 

Now he knows how she got it from.

.

After the whole ordeal, Daryl carried her unconscious body back to his house. He carefully placed the fragile girl on the bed as he cleaned off her sweat from her face. He cursed to himself as he felt pointless. He didn’t know what to do.

When she woke up again, she was scared but she looked around the room to see there was only Daryl there. Despite what happened, a little part of her still trusted Daryl.

Because Daryl had made her feel safe before. Daryl was safe.

However, she was slightly wary of him now, and betrayed.

“I had to bring you back” Daryl tried explaining, “If I don’t you were going to die”

She said nothing, she stayed silent with a blank look on her face. The face that Daryl had recognized from the start.

“I can’t have you dying, YN. You’ll be safe here. You’ll stay with me, just until you fully recover and then if you want to leave, you can leave” Daryl suddenly placed a key on the nightstand, “This is a key to the front door. If it makes you feel safer I will always leave it open, but if it doesn’t you can shut it and lock it. This is the only key, I don’t have another one”

She briefly glanced at the key then back at him.

“You need to stay, if you leave now—you’ll get hurt. If it happened again, I would do the same thing–wouldn’t have done it differently””

There was a moment of silence, the progress he made was all gone. She had decided not to speak to him again.

So instead she nodded.

Relief washed over him as he closed his eyes and gave her a small smile. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt”

She nodded again.

Daryl managed to fully absorb the situation. She had injured both of her arms, that meant he had to fully take care of her. He didn’t mind that, he was worried about what she would think.

When he stepped out to get some air, Carol was already standing there with a plate of food in her hands.

“Hey” He pulled her aside, just far enough so the woman inside his house wouldn’t hear Carol nearby.

“I brought her food, I was going to pass it to you” Carol stated meekly as Daryl took it off of her hands, “Listen, I saw the state that she was in–I understand, I recognized what it was”

“Yeah?” 

“Hers was a lot worse” Carol admitted with a frown on her face. “It was good that you brought her back. She needs to heal–and I don’t mean it physically”

Carol smiled at him for the last time as she patted his back and left. Daryl took the freshly made food to her as her eyes peered to see what it was. When Daryl showed her the plate, her mouth watered. It was eggs, with tomatoes and pieces of bread. She had thought these ingredients had gone extinct.

 “It's uh… powdered eggs. Carol made it for you, she’s a good cook” Her face was full of wonder and she eagerly looked at the plate Daryl set in front of her. “I can help you eat, but if you don’t want to you can do it however you want”

She shook her head pointing at the food and pointing at Daryl. He understood that she was comfortable letting him feed her.

And so he did. He scooped a little of everything as he held it in front of her mouth, she hesitantly took the food in.

When she did, her eyes widened in delight. Daryl chuckled softly to himself, “It’s good?”

She nodded eagerly as she pointed at the plate again, wanting more. Daryl’s heart felt full. She finished up the whole plate as she gulped down the tea that Daryl had made for her. She had thought those had gone extinct as well.

Daryl had spent the rest of the week taking care of her. She didn’t want to move from the bed for the first few days but after a while she slowly started to explore his house more. She had noticed how the house smelled exactly like him, the smell made her feel safe. She would find herself smelling his blanket when Daryl wasn’t looking because it gave her comfort. Whenever Daryl had to leave, she would grow wary. Daryl had to explain that he had to keep the group fed by hunting. She would offer to help but the arm where she broke her thumb took longer to heal. Soon she realized, no matter how many times Daryl left–he would always come back to her. That’s when she started to feel comfortable.

However, there was one day where Daryl had to leave for a few days. Longer than usual as he would usually leave and return at the end of the day. Daryl had reassured her it would not take long and she believed him.

When he left, she left his front door open so that she could see him coming in when he came back. She would sit there, patiently waiting. But then, she saw the woman Carol instead with a baby in her arms. Carol had usually passed the food to Daryl, she would make it so it was enough to feed her the whole day. But since Daryl was leaving for a while, he had asked her to place the food in front of the door and leave it there.

Carol was definitely not expecting to see her just sitting there on a chair looking out the door and it was a bit scary. It made her jump.

“Jesus, I didn’t expect to see you there–sorry” Carol apologized as she cradled the baby in her arms. She got curious so she stood up from the chair and walked slowly towards Carol. Carol could see that her attention was set on the baby. She stood a safe distance away from Carol. “I brought you your food, I’m gonna put it here”

Carol was about to leave when suddenly she spoke up.

“Stay?” That was the first word she muttered in weeks ever since she came to Alexandria. Carol stopped in her tracks as she turned around and smiled softly, nodding her head.

Carol didn’t move, instead she had let her move closer towards her. Her eyes never left the baby, and Carol immediately noticed her curiosity.

“This is baby Judith, you want to hold her?” She looked at Carol and she looked back at the baby, she shook her head.

“Don’t know how…” She whispered. A small frown carved on her lips.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you. You just have your arm to support her from underneath and you can use your forearm to hold her close to you, you can hold her even when your hand is like that. Just need enough support so she doesn’t fall back.. You want to try it? She’s very friendly with everyone” Carol explained as she listened carefully, practicing the gesture as it made Carol smile. She held her arm out as Carol passed her the baby, she held her carefully in her arms. The baby started smiling at her and as if it was contagious, she had smiled as well, “See, Judith likes you”

She copied Carol’s cradling motion as her eyes never left the beautiful being that was in her arms. Carol looked at her, eyes full of sadness and understanding. After a short moment, she passed Judith back to Carol.

“You know you can always come to my house and play with her. I usually babysit her when Rick is gone,” She visibly flinched when Carol mentioned Rick’s name and Carol noticed it. “Not a big fan of men?”

She shook her head.

“Yeah, they can be assholes. But I promise you, the men here are nice. You are allowed to come out and explore, no one will bother you” Carol stated.

“Daryl?” You suddenly asked.

“Yes, you can go out with Daryl as well if it makes you more comfortable”

“Kay” Carol chuckled at the response, it was sometimes how Daryl would say it.

“You like Daryl?” Carol insinuated but she did not understand it, instead she just nodded her head eagerly, “Daryl is very nice, and very handsome don’t you think?”

“Don’t understand,” She responded.

“Daryl is nice to look at because he has a pretty face right?” Carol rephrased her sentence, a grin carving on her lips. 

She thought deeply for a while, “Pretty eyes”

Carol chuckled again as she hummed in response. Suddenly Judith started crying.

“I have to go, she needs to eat” She nodded, “Bye YN, enjoy your food”

Her heart twitched when she heard her name coming out of Carol’s mouth. She had never heard anyone in the world say it, other than Daryl.

“Bye Carol…”

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The night had fallen as she still sat there on her chair waiting for Daryl’s arrival. She realized she was not good at sitting still. So she carefully walked towards the front door as she looked out. She took a deep breath as he contemplated whether or not she should go outside. She took the courage to take one step outside as her heart pounded in her chest.

She wanted to see what Alexandria looked like.

When she walked the streets, her face was full of wonder. The place was beautiful, the houses were beautiful and she didn’t understand why Daryl lived underneath the houses. She liked it either way because it smells like him. The place did not look like where she had stayed before, it looked safe.

“Hey” A voice called out, a voice of a man. She got scared as she tried to find where it was coming from. Then she saw him, he was standing in front of his house and he had his hand held up. “Hey, I’m Aaron–Daryl’s friend”

She was about to run back to Daryl’s before he called again.

“Wait, stay!” She didn’t know why she stopped in her tracks, she didn’t know why she listened to him. “Have you eaten?”

She hesitantly shook her head.

“I made spaghetti, it is really good–come and have dinner with us” He gestured her to come in but she just stood there, looking at him with fear on his face, “Okay, wait”

Aaron slowly pulled out his hunting knife as he tossed it on the grass in front of her. She looked at it confusingly.

“You can take that, so you can feel safe. If anything happens to you–you can use it” Aaron did it to gain her trust and he knew that securing her safety was one of them. She carefully walked up to the knife as she held it in her hands but not in a way to attack. Like Aaron mentioned, just to feel safe. “Have dinner with me and my partner, and then you can go home”

Home.

Daryl’s house was her home.

She finally caved in as she stepped inside. When she did, she got scared to see another man there smiling at her.

“It’s okay, it’s just Eric–he is my husband” Fear turned into confusion. Aaron laughed.

“I-in love?” She asked carefully.

“Yes, in love–we got married before all of this happened” Aaron wrapped his arms around Eric as he kissed his head. Just from that alone, her gaze softened. She took out the knife as she threw it on the floor. Pointing at it for Aaron to pick up, “Hey, no… You can keep it… It’s a gift”

“Gift?” Aaron nodded reassuringly as she picked it back up and placed it on her belt. That was the moment she realized the place wasn’t so bad. Maybe just maybe, not everyone was evil. Just because of this realisation doesn’t mean she will let her guard down, she will always think of the worst. 

Aaron had gestured for her to sit at the dining table as he served her a plate of spaghetti. She looked at it as if it was some alien food. She cautiously took a strand of the pasta and put it in her mouth. When she got a taste she gobbled the whole thing down as Eric and Aaron looked at her amusingly, “Good, right?”

She nodded as she finished the whole plate in seconds.

“It’s funny because when Daryl first came here he sat where you sat and ate it the same way as you. We’re glad you both find it delicious” Her eyes widened as she pointed at the spaghetti. Aaron understood that she wanted more, so he gestured for her to take as much as she liked.

She took another portion as she sets it aside, she pointed at the plate, “For Daryl”

Aaron and Eric’s hearts warmed at the realization. Eric told her to wait as he went into the kitchen to find a container. He put all the spaghetti inside and passed it to her.

“Thank you” She muttered softly. They nodded as the room went silent for a while.

“I was a politician before all this, wanted to make the world a better place–I guess that didn’t work out” Aaron joked, Eric immediately recognized what he was doing so he just sat back and not interrupted him, “What did you do before all of this? Where did you come from?”

“Cage…” She mumbled without a thought as she kept eating more spaghetti. Both of them looked confused.

“What do you mean?” Aaron’s voice trembled as he felt horrified.

“Dad put me in cage, I live there” She answered as if it was normal, “He turned into monster and I left cage” The room went silent. Aaron and Eric looked at each other as he took his husband’s hand. Both of their hearts were physically broken at what she just said. “Stayed there since little”

Before Aaron could ask her any more questions, a loud knock can be heard from the door. It startled her as she cowered away in the corner.

“Aaron it’s me, Daryl!–She’s missing, have you seen her?” Daryl shouted as he banged on the door desperately. When she heard his voice, she took the container as she ran towards the front door and opened it.

She did what she had never done before. 

She attacked Daryl with a tight hug.

“Missed you…” Daryl was surprised but he had also felt relief. Aaron and Eric came behind her afterwards as their gaze softened. She pulled away as she held out the container in front of him, “Aaron’s spaghetti” 

Daryl chuckled breathily as he took it from her hand, “Thank you” She hummed in response.

“Daryl, can you come in? I need to talk to you” Aaron had a serious look on his face as Daryl nodded, pointing at her to sit in the living room as Aaron brought him to the kitchen.

Aaron explained what she had told him and his heart dropped. 

They had assumed that she had been held captive her whole life by her father, which explains the way she acts and speaks. They had also theorized that he had severely abused her, which explains all the scars that she had. She had never come across society before. It dawned upon them that she had a terrible life before the outbreak.

“You can’t let her leave, she’s safe here–she can reconnect again” Aaron urged.

“S’not up to me, but I’ll try to convince her” Daryl grumbled, “Did she tell you where she stayed? Is the bastard still alive?”

“No… I think he turned, that’s why she managed to escape” Daryl felt anger and rage consumed him whole. If there was one thing he hated, it was abusive parents. He hates them with all his heart and if he was still alive, he would make him beg to end his life.

Aaron consulted Daryl on how to help her. It was best if he encouraged her to go out more and maybe even do a job to help her assimilate. 

Daryl looked at her as she stood patiently by the door, holding the container in her arm. He exhaled loudly as he walked towards her.

“C’mon, let’s go” He ushered her out.

“Home?”

Daryl looked at her for a moment as he fully took in how important she was in his life now. He gave her a small smile as he nodded, 

“Home” 

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Daryl closed the door behind him as she ran towards the bed. He had been silent ever since Aaron had told him what happened to her. He contemplated heavily on what he was about to do next. She sat there on the bed, pointing at his spaghetti as he told her to wait.

“I want to show you something,” Daryl sighed as he took a deep breath.

He turned around and slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he let the shirt fall onto the floor. She was confused but when she noticed all the long scars on his back, she was shocked. They were splattered all across, long and deep.

“My dad used to do this to me” Daryl explained, “He was a bad man and I’m glad he is dead”

Something ticked inside her heart as she rushed behind him, she held out her finger as she slowly traced the deep scars on his skin. Daryl’s breath hitched as he closed his eyes.

“We have the same” She frowned, the sadness was evident in her voice. Suddenly, she hugged him again from behind, “I’m sorry”

“S’not your fault” He grumbled, “Some people are just not meant to be parents”

Daryl turned around, his heart was pounding in his chest as they stood close–his height towering over hers as his fingers found her chin, tilting her head to meet his eyes. 

“I will never…” He paused as his voice cracked, “...I will never let anyone hurt you, ever again”

At that moment, it was as if the time had stood still. She was there, looking deeply into his eyes–the eyes that she called pretty.

“I want you to stay with me, so I can protect you” Daryl muttered, caressing the scars on her cheeks. “This can be your home, our home”

Bucky Barnes had made you his target since day one, figuratively and literally. This man likes to bully you until no end and you have no idea why. It didn’t seem like he hates you but no, honestly he just likes making fun of you, all the freaking time and his existence annoyed you.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” He stated the obvious. The statement made your eyes roll. As if you haven’t already.

“How do I talk to someone who calls me ‘kid’, Bucky? Like, I get that you guys are old enough to be literal ashes right now but technically he is only like what? 30? He is not even that old but he treats me like a child” You complained, almost with your whole body. Your eyes remain on Steve, watching him destroy what seems like the 20th punch bag of the day. Tony was starting to complain about how buying the gym equipment is causing a microscopic dent in his bank account.

“You are. You are like a petulant child” Bucky quipped as you groaned, punching his left arm which you just registered was a bad decision considering now that your fist hurts. “Dumbass”

“Why are you here anyways? Are you just trying to make my life even more miserable?” You turned to look at him, the scowl never seemed to leave your face.

“How about I help you?” Bucky proposed.

“With what exactly?”

“With Steve” You looked at him in disbelief. “What? Who knows Stevie better than his life-long best friend?”

“Okay, cut the crap” You snapped, “What do you want?”

“You know me so well” Bucky smirked as you rolled your eyes at him. You wished you were strong enough to punch his stupidly attractive face that he didn’t deserve. “Well, I only one want thing”

“Which is…?”

“You convince Nat to replace me with you on the next mission” You internally screamed. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Bucky, aside from being a magic witch doctor for all of you I can do absolutely nothing to help her. I can’t fight, I can’t run, I can barely hold a gun because it’s too heavy” You whined, holding your face with your hands, “This is stupid, this is not worth it. I’ll just continue wistfully looking at Steve again, go away”

“Tsk tsk tsk… This is where Steve comes in” Bucky appealed, “I will ask Steve to train you in combat and you know what’s the best part? He is assigned to that mission”

Combat? With Steve? Combat means close contact, close contact means sparring, sparring means he will probably end up on top of you in many ways you had imagined.

Not to mention you would probably spend weeks if not months with Steve. Alone. Oh my god.

This is the dream.

“I don’t know… what if I don’t catch up?” You mumbled, it was too huge of a responsibility.

Bucky noticed how suddenly your mood went down. The deprecating thought of not being good enough suddenly dawned on you.

“Uh, maybe I was asking too much. It’s fine… I’ll think of something else” Bucky symphatized, his metal hand finding your back as he awkwardly tried to pat it in comfort.

“Why don’t you want to go on the mission?”

“Uh…” He paused, looking up as he thought about whether or not to say it to you, “It’s at an old HYDRA base. I just… You know? Bad memories?”

“Oh…” Your face fell, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I’m not in the loop with these things…”

“Yeah…” Then it became awkward.

Suddenly, you felt a lightbulb floating on top of your head.

“I have a better idea” You pointed out as he furrowed his brows at you.

“Which is?”

“Let’s go to the mission together, me, you and Steve. If anything happens I can help you” Bucky looked skeptical at first, tilting his head as he hummed.

“Don’t you like… Hate me?” Bucky questioned.

“Well, do you hate me?” You deadpanned, glaring at him as he chuckled.

“No, I don’t hate you”

“Exactly, you are just extremely annoying” Bucky smiled at your response. “I don’t know why you bully me so much”

And it is better that you don’t know.

Because the truth is, well… Bucky likes you. However, it had become clear these past few months that you had no interest in him. At first he tried to make it as if it was flirting, it didn’t work, his plan failed time and time again. Then, he just gave up. He decided to accept that you will never see him that way. Though, it still hurts him seeing how determined you are to get with his best friend, in some way maybe it will help him move on.

It was going to be hard, very hard.

-

“Nat told me you wanted to join us for the next mission” An extremely familiar, all-American voice appeared behind you. You jumped slightly, almost dropping your cup of coffee, “Oops, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you kid”

‘Kid’, the words echoing in your brain like the morning alarm that wakes you up from a perfectly good sleep.

“Uh, yeah… Steve, I feel like I would help you guys a lot on sight instead of staying back here when you guys are already injured” You looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping to the lords above that he will find it cute and give in. He just laughed as he shook his head.

“I don’t know, it is too dangerous for someone like you out there” His voice showed genuine concern. That was what you like about him, he was kind, smart, tactical, tall, handsome, his biceps are—-

“Maybe you should train her, Steve” Bucky appeared in the kitchen, with a half-eaten sandwich in his hands. How long has he been standing there?

“Is that why you’ve been watching me train lately? You want me to train you, kid?” Steve pointed out as your cheeks felt warm, Bucky choked on his sandwich to hold down his laughter. “What? What am I missing?”

“Oh Steve, you’re so innocent” Bucky patted his back as your eyes widened at him, mentally telling him to shut up, “Oh but yes, definitely why she’s been stalking you these past few weeks”

“Huh, okay then. I see you’re passionate about it. Okay, I’ll give you a chance. Train with me for the next few months, if within 3 months you don’t improve, you be a good girl and stay here” He directed, his fingers pointing at you authoritatively.

Oh my god, oh my fucking god.

You were literally and figuratively melting. Yes, why is it so hot. Why are you suddenly so sweaty?

Bucky glanced between the two of you as he watched the exchange. Something had clicked in his mind as he smirked and he wondered, would it work if he did it?

Maybe he should test it out.

.

Training with Steve wasn’t what you had hoped for. It wasn’t the cliche ‘I spar with you and you land on top of me as we seductively gaze into each other’s eyes with our breaths all heavy—

“Pay attention, Y/N” Steve demanded, as you groaned and brushed him off. You were sprawled on the floor, blankly looking at the gym ceiling as you felt like you were literally about to go into a cardiac arrest. For the first time, you might actually feel like you slightly despised Steve, “We don’t got all day”

He sure makes it seem like it. Why is he training you like the mission is tomorrow anyways?

“There’s a mission tomorrow that me and Bucky are assigned to. I want you to come with us, as a test run—uf you will” Oh.

“You should’ve told me a week in advance. I would’ve…” You paused as you gazed at him, “… Focused more”

“Well, it’s nothing too hard, the target is an abandoned operation system containing files that we need to extract. We go in, we go out. Easy” You stare blankly at him.

“No enemies that I need to fight or something?”

“No it is completely empty, it’s an old HYDRA base. We scouted the place months before, nobody was there to secure it. The base could hold important information for it” You nodded at him, fully trusting his input. If there weren’t stuff for you to fight, you are pretty sure it was going to be easy.

Right?

.

“Are you excited, rookie?” Bucky wiggled his brows at you as you pushed him away.

“Shut up” You groaned, walking forward to be closer to Steve. Bucky scoffed, shaking his head.

Suddenly, a loud hiss can be heard in the air as the three of you snap your heads up to see what was going on. The confusion was written all over your faces, you can only hear the sounds but you can’t exactly see what was occurring. Bucky was the first one to realize it as the panic struck across his face, walking towards the door they once entered in as he tried opening but to no avail, it was locked shut. He cursed to himself not wanting anyone to panic, especially you, who’s most anxious when things like this happen. Steve caught on, as he walked towards his friend, trying to pull open the steel door but it was still latched shut. They were trapped.

“Wait, what’s going on?” You questioned, trying to see what the fuss was with the two as they stared at each other hesitantly and then back at you, “What?”

“We’re trapped” Bucky stated as he could see the color of your face as you took a step back. “Calm down, Y/N. We’ll find a way out. We always do, alright?”

“That’s the thing. You found a way out. I’ve never been in a situation like this before… I thought you said there were no enemies!” You could feel your heart pounding violently in your ribcage as your lungs start to constrict, limiting the air as your breathing starts to pick up. Steve walks towards you, carefully placing a hand on your back, trying his best to calm you down. The last thing they needed was you freaking out. You need to be as calm as possible so that you can think straight and find a way out.

Bucky motioned Steve to look up and pay attention to the noise coming from above them, Steve nodded as he caught on what Bucky was trying to say. “Do you know what it is?” Steve asked as Bucky speculated a few answers in his head.

“It can be a few things, non-lethal… HYDRA doesn’t kill its subject until they are tested” Bucky answered as Steve received the information while looking around the room. You were in the corner, trying hard to calm yourself down and not be a burden towards the agents. You barely heard what they were saying, you were too focused on healing yourself.

The reason why Steve and Bucky were not even remotely worried was that they knew HYDRA no longer exists. They monitored this facility for months and months and nobody was here. They came here to collect more information on the organization. This room was probably automated.

The hissing in the air lasted for about three hours and they still had no idea what it was. It wasn’t making them feel dizzy or in pain or sleepy, at least it hadn’t kicked in just yet.

Bucky’s best bet was that the door will open by tomorrow, it’s what they always did with prisoners. It’s automated so a door towards their observing room would probably open up, which explains why there was a big ass mirror staring right back at them. They didn’t stop looking for an escape whatsoever, for all they know this gas could carry diseases—if it was that, they were in big big trouble.

But oh boy, were they wrong.

Steve was the one to feel the symptoms first. The room was cold but he was excreting a crazy amount of sweat that made him take off his cowl and toss it to the floor as he shagged his hair, feeling it growing damper and damper by the second. It felt like his blood was boiling, his skin was burning. Bucky eyed him carefully, studying his manners to see if it was anything he was familiar with. “Hot?”

Steve nodded, wiping the sweat on his forehead as he took a seat right next to you, checking up on you once again. You were a lot calmer now, at least now that Steve explained what Bucky told him they should be fine.

Bucky starts to get what Steve was saying. The room was hot. It was getting hotter and hotter for both of them, they were sitting on a goddamn oven.

“Hey, is it just me or is it literally burning?” Steve asked as you shook your head, furrowing your brows in confusion as you stared at both men back and forth. “It’s fucking boiling in here” Steve took off the straps from his uniform, he wanted to take off all of his uniform but he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

Hearing Captain America swear was more uncomfortable to you.

The second symptom came in when both of their throats suddenly went dry, their mouth was dry but it wasn’t producing any saliva to lubricate their throat. Bucky’s eyes widened when he started to realize what was going on.

“Steve, we gotta get out!” He shouted suddenly, startling Bucky and Y/N as they stood up quickly. They wanted to walk towards him but Bucky pointed at you to stay where you were. “Don’t fucking come near me!”

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Steve implored as he told Y/N to stand down. “You’re acting weird…”

“It’s not fucking safe, Steve! We gotta get out of here, right now!” Bucky saw this one too many times. He was so sure it was what he thought it was. His memories when he had a mission with HYDRA were blurry but sure enough, this was one of the things he had to remember. It was something he couldn’t forget.

The thing they were inhaling wasn’t gas. It was pollen. It is a stimulating pollen that makes humans turn into sick monsters. HYDRA used the pollen for breeding purposes. They wanted to make an enhanced being without needing any serum. They wanted someone gifted to exist biologically. Bucky had never experienced this himself but he had seen what it did to other people.

It was terrifying.

“Y/N… Y/N’s not safe” Bucky swallowed the nonexistent liquid as he took shallow breaths for himself. Steve started to feel the same thing Bucky was feeling and it made him frantic. Steve forced Bucky to tell him what was going on or he was going crazy. Their stomach churned and they felt hungry.

Only this time it wasn’t for food.

“Steve… We need t-to… Get o-out… Y/N’s not safe” It was getting harder for him to talk now. He was starting to feel it. They were starting to feel it. It was coiling in their bellies, growing hot and heavy. They were goners now.

“Bucky, you’re freaking me out. Stop talking about me like I’m not here! At least let me help…” All you did was stood closer to him and touched his back but Bucky’s response was beyond feral. He grunted, taking your wrist with his arm as he gripped on it, not wanting to let you go. Bucky pushed you against the wall as you whimpered, feeling the wall colliding with your back as you whined in pain. “B-Bucky?”

His other hand took your free wrist. Pinning both of them beside your head as he buried his face in your neck. He took a long whiff of your scent—fear, arousal. It fueled him to the brim with the desire to absolutely destroy you, break you into tiny little pieces.

“Nngh—Steve, help… It h-hurts…” You pleaded but Steve did nothing. He stood there, watching Bucky feel you up and he liked it. He liked seeing his best friend grope their fellow agent, feeling up your perky breasts, rubbing your pussy through your pants.

God, he loves it.

The pollen did not affect females. Which was inherentently fucked up but why did you not move. Maybe it is because you were secretly enjoying it.

You had never thought of Bucky this way. However, you can’t deny that he was as equally attractive as his best friend. The way he was looking at you, lust in his eyes. It made you feel something.

Bucky’s hand traveled down to your pants as he eyed them down. With a swift motion Bucky effortlessly tore your pants off as he immediately knelt in front of you, letting go of your wrists because he was positive you weren't going to go anywhere. He was right, why aren’t you doing anything? He stared at the sheer cotton covering the most prized possession and out of nowhere he went and darted his tongue out, licking the nub of your clit as you whimpered to yourself. Steve stood there, his cock was dripping and heavy in his pants. He took them off, palming himself through his boxers as he watched his best friend licks your pussy softly, wetting the garment as your knees started to become weak.

One thing that you knew. You can heal them. Heal their minds from the gas, and this would all be over.

But you didn’t want to.

Steve then steps forward, tearing your suit off of your torso and so did your bra. You moaned out when Steve groped your breasts, leaning down to lick your pebbled nipples that had hardened from the cold air. Bucky took off your soaking wet panties, his fingers attacked your swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it harshly as you jerked against the wall in pleasure. You fell down to the ground, naked and aroused as Bucky spread your legs and started entering his fingers inside your tight little cunt.

“Bucky, Steve… Fuck!” You moaned out their names. Both of them stayed silent. Their minds were fueled with nothing but the desire to ravish you.

The stretch was excruciating and Bucky didn’t show you mercy, he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole at a rapid pace, earning a scream of pleasure that had only made them even more feral. When you looked to your right, you could see your captain, your leader, your crush, stroking his big and hard cock to your crying and moaning on the floor. You were drenched, leaking onto Bucky’s fingers as you kept looking at Steve’s cock that was dripping with pre-cum.

Bucky curled his fingers inside your pussy as yoi felt the pit growing inside your tummy, your pussy was tingling and you knew what was going to happen.

You were going to cum.

“Bucky…!” You shouted as you let it all out, your thighs shaking and your body quivering as you moaned out loudly.. The subtle smirk on the corner of his lips can be seen and there’s nothing more sinister than that. “Please… Bucky… Steve… F-feels so g-good…”

Bucky stripped off of his clothes and pants, showing him and all of his glory. His cock was hard, deep purple veins were poking out as the tip leaked with clear pre-cum. They both hovered over your body like predators as Bucky picks you up. Bucky lined up his cock on your dripping entrance as Steve came behind you, and what he did next made you scream the loudest you had ever screamed.

Both of them impaled your both holes at the same time, thrusting together at the same time, and you can feel yourself psychically break. Their huge cocks filled you up to the point where they can see the curve of their bulges in your belly, moving up and down. You hid your face into Bucky’s neck, whimpering and pleading, for more. Both of the men groaned and grunted loudly, loving the way how tight and warm your holes were. They wanted to fill all of your holes full of their cum. So full until it leaked onto the floor.

Steve held your neck lightly, choking you as you strained from your breath. You were having the time of your life, having their cocks stuffed into a pretty little cum rag all for them to use.

The noise they made was a mix of pleasure and pain, You couldn’t form words out of your mouth anymore, you only screamed and screamed, babbling stupid nothings as they fucked you until you were braindead. You felt every inch of their dicks thrusting inside you.

You felt them twitch inside of you as Steve and Bucky grunted at the same time as the warm liquid was released inside you, painting your walls white as you could feel them filling you up. The small bloat in your tummy can be seen, you were so full of their cum.

When they were done, they laid you onto the floor as the tears of pleasure started pouring down your face. The cum inside your pussy seeped out onto the floor, pooling underneath you.

Steve and Bucky watched their seed escape your pussy and your ass, breathing heavily as they sat on the floor. Suddenly they fell unconscious, leaving you the only one wondering what the fuck just happned.

How do you recover from this?

He guarded his phone like it was some type of rare ancient artifact, he never leaves it anywhere. Bucky always remembers his phone.

There were too many videos of you dancing naked in their room, pictures of your nude body, and possibly your own sex tape with him.

Those are for when he’s alone on missions, far too long for his liking and when he misses you, he took out his cock and filmed every little bit of it so that he could send it to you, for you to watch.

But one day… Bucky might have slipped.

He was about to do a solo mission. It was a regular mission, nothing out of the ordinary. He knew he would nail it anyway so he wouldn’t have wasted his time worrying.

While he was on a mission, something he would’ve done with his phone was that he would put it in his safe place where it’s unreachable to anyone, but no… Bucky had put it on a table, there for anyone to take and unlock it.

The dumb man doesn’t even want to put a passcode in because he thinks it was a waste of time.

“Hey, whose phone is this? Isn’t it Barnes’s? Man, you gotta tell him that he can't leave it around like this” Tony complained as he reached for the gadget and picked it up, showing it to Steve.

“I told him, but he wouldn’t listen. He keeps that thing twenty-four-seven with him, so I just gave up” Steve replied to him, as he took it from Tony’s hand, looking at the thing. At first, he was just looking at the model to see if it was any more latest than him or if it was older, instead, he unlocks it and it reveals you as his wallpaper. “The guy doesn’t even know how to put a password on his phone”

Steve looked at the wallpaper for a while, admiring the picture that Bucky took of you, laughing and fueled with happiness. Steve grinned sinisterly as he opened the camera, taking too many pictures and videos of him and Tony fooling around. Steve had also taken pictures of Bucky making fun of him in a video before. Steve thought it was best if he stopped before the guy ran out of space.

Steve tapped on the pictures he took as he scrolled through each and every single one of it, laughing and chuckling at how stupid he was.

Though he scrolled too far because now there was a video of you and it seems like your face and you were smiling. His curiosity gets the best of him as he plays the video of what seems to start off innocently.

“You're gonna be a star?” A voice appeared behind the camera, indicating that Bucky was the one recording it. Bucky was zooming on her face, catching every single laugh of hers and it honestly entertained Steve.

You giggled widely in the video, a smile never leaving your face. “I’m gonna be a star baby! The best dancer you could ever think of”

“Oh yeah? You’re gonna be my personal dancer right doll? Just for me? Well, why don’t I judge your talent right now?” Bucky said as he zoomed out the camera slowly and slowly.

What Steve was about to see, made him think of how he was invading Bucky’s privacy, but he just couldn’t stop watching the video.

You were naked, and you danced almost too seductively. Rolling your hips around, throwing your hands up, touching your body. It was too much.

Steve couldn’t lie, he was definitely feeling hot in his clothes right now.

“Hey! Put that phone down!” It almost startled Steve for a second because he thought it was Bucky who was yelling at him. Luckily, it was just Tony.

“Wait for a second!” He yelled, but his eyes never left the screen as he watched the way your body move. “Fuck,” He cursed to himself as he felt something stirring in him, he wanted to stop watching but he just can’t.

“Fuck baby, your such a good dancer for me, hmm? Why don’t you come here and show me your other talents” The video stopped right there, but it was enough to leave him semi-hard at what he just saw.

Steve knew it was wrong to look at his friend’s girl like that. But when he saw that video, he couldn’t help it.

Steve scrolled in his gallery to see if there was any other video he could watch, but instead, he looked at pictures. Pictures of you and Bucky, together, possibly naked. One picture, however, took him by surprise. It was a close up of the tip of Bucky’s cock on your lips, and your face was smeared with his cum. Steve thought he had lost it right there and it was best if he put the phone down and tried to hide his hardening cock that was straining in his tight pants.

Steve had gone to the bathroom later.

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“Doll, I missed you so much” Bucky kissed his girlfriend, after being away from her for so long. The two can never seem to get away from each other. “You don’t know what I have been waiting to do to you baby”

“Oh yeah? Hmm, tell me, baby… I can’t lie I miss your cock very much” You whispered into his ear, as he groaned lightly. Little did they know, there were peering eyes staring at them.

“Why don’t we go back to our room, and you can be a good little girl and dance on my cock, hmm?” They tried hard to keep it subtle, and most of the time, they were. But just not now, because Steve was watching them from afar, slightly turned on at the sight.

You and Bucky left the lounge and went and ran towards your room.

Bucky couldn’t wait to start filming a new video on his phone.

Though something ticked him off.

When he unlocked his phone, it didn’t go straight to his home screen, instead, it opened right on the picture he had taken just a few days ago.

He remembered correctly that he exited his gallery, and it was back to his home screen.

Now he was certain someone had opened his phone.

“Y/N, wait, wait!” You were unbuckling his belt off, but stopped when he put his hand on yours.

“You don’t want it?” You asked sadly as you put your hands behind your back, and frowned at him, hoping he would change his mind.

“No… it’s not that baby. I think someone opened my gallery” He scrolled through his videos and pictures to see if anything went missing, then he felt the sudden anger creeping upon him.

“It was Steve and Tony!” He shouted as he threw his phone onto the bed, gripping his hair frustratingly. “I mean, I wouldn’t care if it was… You get it right? But… fuck!”

It’s true, you both wouldn’t care if Tony and Steve had seen you naked or if they had seen you have sex with Bucky.

If anything… The two of you wanted them to join the fun.

“Okay, calm down… Maybe you should ask him first? Ask Steve, because it seems like the last picture that was captured was a picture of him. So Tony couldn't have seen it?”

Bucky nodded as he ran his fingers into your hair, lightly tugging it in his hands.

“Do you think he likes the way I dance?” Your eyes peered up to him innocently, Bucky tried to contain himself since he had something else to do.

“He would be a fool not to, sweetheart…”

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“You like what you saw, Rogers?”

Steve had almost thrown his sandwich in his hands when he heard Bucky’s voice appear out of nowhere. His heart thumped in his chest as Bucky took a seat next to him.

“W-what?” The golden boy stuttered as he felt his cheeks burning and turning into a deep crimson color. Bucky raises his eyebrows at how flustered his friend was.

“You opened my gallery, didn’t you?” Bucky’s face was already smug, making him even more intimidating than he already is. Steve felt his palms getting sweaty.

“I-I’m sorry Buck, it was an accident” Bucky chuckled at him.

“Did you like it? Did you like how she danced?” Steve was confused, he wasn’t sure if Bucky was giving him a trick question or something like that. He didn’t know if he should lie, or answer it truthfully. Which he couldn’t lie since Bucky would know if he did.

“Buck… I- it was an accident” Steve scoffed slightly.

“Yeah sure, the picture with my dick in her mouth was a while ago. You were clearly enjoying yourself”

Steve can’t seem to open his mouth, the words also couldn’t get out.

“Sorry Buck, I didn’t show it to Tony or anything if that’s what your asking”

“I’m not necessarily mad. I mean, It was my fault honestly, I should've put a password on” Steve was relieved Bucky wasn’t mad at him, he was still guilty.

Steve was still guilty that he was still fantasizing about his buddy’s girl, he decided it’s best if he didn’t say anything. Bucky didn’t say anything else after that, instead, he just had a smirk on his face as he left the room. Leaving Steve confused.

Was he trying to show her off? Make him feel jealous? What’s that look for?.

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“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me” Bucky groaned as he felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat every time he thrusts his hips into her mouth. Fucking it forcefully, leaving you with spit and pre-cum all over your chin as they drool onto the floor. The slobbery sounds that you made had only turned him on more and more as he felt himself nearing his orgasm. “Fuck! Shit! I’m cumi-”

“Buckt, you should have seen- oh my g-god I’m so so sorry” Bucky didn’t stop, he wasn’t going to. Instead, he continued fucking her face until his cum exploded inside the back of your throat, feeling the warm seed glide down as you swallow.

Steve stood there, frozen. He knew he shouldn’t just barge in like that, He didn't know what to do. Should he run? No, he couldn’t move. His eyes stared at your eyes which were slightly dazed and your mouth and chin that had droplets of Bucky’s cum.

“Steve?” Bucky asked as he looked towards his best friend, confused as to why he was suddenly in their room in the middle of the night. You glanced at Bucky and a smirk formed on your lips.

Steve was genuinely terrified of the sinister face you had on.

“There’s always room for one more, Steve…” Your voice was sultry, seductive. You were trying to lure him in, you wanted this for a long time and you were pretty sure Bucky wanted it too. “You don’t have to be shy, I don’t bite… Unless you want me to”

Bucky had a grin on his face, he felt superior somehow. For the first time in a long time, he felt superior to Captain America.

You stood up slowly, still half-naked. Your tits were on display, and you were just in your panties. You slowly made your way towards Steve, as you took his hand and led him inside. Making sure you lock the door.

“Don’t be afraid Steve, she’s gonna treat you real nice” Bucky’s voice was taunting, as he felt his cock hardened once again. He was turned on by you, turned by how you seduced him.

“I shouldn't…” Steve’s voice was merely a whisper, as he stood in front of Y/N who had too little to cover herself with. His eyes fell down to his breasts, enjoying how her nipples had hardened in the presence of the cold air.

You lifted his hands towards your mouth, taking his fingers in, sucking and licking like how you would do with a cock. That right there was enough to make Steve’s cock fully hard as he felt your saliva covering his fingers and your tongue gliding on it.

“Suck his cock, Y/N. Poor guy, probably trying to contain himself” You looked into his eyes, to see lust written all over it. His lids were hooded as his eyes trailed your head that was sinking down on him. Steve heard his zipper go down, after that he lost all of his control when he felt his cock sprung up and slapped his stomach when you took off his boxers.

It’s been a while since he was with a girl.

“Such a pretty cock Stevie, can’t wait to feel it all snug inside my cunt” Steve pants slightly at her dirty talk, most of all how she called him by his nickname’. He wasn’t sure if he was gonna look at that name the same ever again.

You started to lick up all of his pre-cum, enjoying the taste of it. You looked at Bucky, who was sitting on the couch watching the two of you as he pumped his cock in a slow pace, teasing himself.

“I can’t wait to taste your cum, to swallow it… hmm” You took all of him inside your mouth or at least tried too. He was big, almost the same size as Bucky but Steve was longer and Bucky was thicker. You pumped the remaining of his shaft, taking your other hand and toy with his balls. Steve’s head threw back in pleasure and little moans and grunts can be heard.

“Shit! Fuck baby that feels so good…”

“Hmm… She’s a cum slut, Steve. She would do anything to have cum inside of her pretty little mouth”

Bucky stood up as he got closer to the two of you. He kneeled down as he ran his fingers into your hair. He reaches down to touch your throbbing clit, rubbing it in a steady pace.

Your moans were muffled with Steve’s cock inside your mouth. Bucky continues to rub your hair, getting rid of the knots that were forming.

“Such a good girl for me, hmm? Sucking his cock so good, you’re making me proud” You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter when he praised you. “Stop, get on the bed. All fours” He ordered, you stopped immediately earning a little whine from Steve.

“Fuck, I was close Buck” He groaned, his dick was harder than ever.

“Yeah, but now you get to cum in her pussy” Steve immediately joined you on the bed, prepping his tip near your entrance. He rubs his tip on your clit, teasing you painfully. “Fuck, baby, I bet you’re gonna be so tight”

“Fuck her. I’ll watch” Bucky sat in front of you, maintaining eye contact, you lick your lips as you stared down towards his cock that stood proudly, while he pumped it slowly.

Steve lined himself up, pushing his tip inside and continued going in slowly.

“Baby, god… You’re so fucking tight” Steve was now fully inside you as you moaned at the fullness. He began moving, not hesitating to go fast.

“Shit! Steve! Oh my god!” You shouted, your eyes rolled back, as he hit your spot again and again.

“Such a snug cunt isn’t it? I fuck her every day, every time that I could and her pussy still stays as tight as it is” Bucky announced, his hands now moving in a rapid pace, trying to chase his orgasm.

“B-Bucky, please cum on my face? Please…” You begged as Steve continued to fuck your pussy hard and rough. The moans and grunts filled the room loudly, you hoped nobody would hear the three of you.

“Shit! Fuck I’m cumming!” His thrust became sloppier but harder. Bucky made his way in front of your face, getting ready to cum on it.

“Feels so good Steve! Oh my god” You shouted once more. With a last hard thrust, Steve’s cum had coated your walls, his load filling you up.

“Fuck!” He shouted as you squeezed your walls on his cock, trying to milk him.

Bucky was pumping faster and faster as you saw his cock twitching wildly, spurting his hot semen on your face. Your tongue went out to catch the droplets that went towards your mouth.

You felt so incredibly tired and worn out as you felt Steve’s cum seeping out your pussy and onto the bed.

“The phone’s recording, grab it Steve, I want to film the cum coming out of her cunt. We can enjoy it together” You and Steve didn’t realize that it had been recording the whole time. It was one of Bucky’s hobbies, he just loves recording everything.

He turned off the tab as he hummed to himself, his assistant widened her eyes as she backed away, “Did you change your mind, Sir?”

“I think I’ll go to the adoption centre tomorrow” Bucky stated simply as he instructed her to leave. Bucky didn’t know why but it just didn’t feel right for him to buy one despite him having the money to do so.

He had a few reasons why he wanted a hybrid. He wanted something to take care of, something that had no independence and fully relied on him. He wanted a partner who he controlled and as sick as it sounds, it wasn't that bad. There were desires in him that the basic human being just can’t satisfy and he tried, he truly did. Forming a connection with a human gets complicated, they have feelings and feelings weren’t something Bucky wanted to reciprocate. He wants someone to be attached to him but not emotionally attached. Being with a woman is something he never wanted, they are too demanding, next thing you know they want you to be committed, married and have kids. Bucky does not want that.

Sure, you could say that there are women like that out there in the world if he looked hard enough. However, for him, it always ends the same.

They always end up falling in love.

He pulled out his phone as he searched the nearest adoption centre. Once he found one, he quickly saved the location.

‘Sir, do let me know if you require any assistance for your visit tomorrow.’ His assistant texted him.

‘Just clear my schedule for the rest of the day tomorrow and the day after, thank you.’

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“You know, it’s not often we find someone like you come into here” Margaret the old lady smiled softly at him as she gestured for him to sit down, “You fancy folks usually like the exotic ones”

Bucky smiled softly at her as he shook his head, “Personally, it’s not for me”

“Well, that’s good. These hybrids are very good and well-behaved, they had terrible owners in the past and they deserve a second chance to be loved you know? They are sweet little things, you trust me on that” Margaret pointed out as she passed him a form to fill in. “Okay, you just fill in your details. We need to be as precise as possible because we can’t trust just anyone nowadays”

Bucky skimmed through the form, a habit that he had knowing of his position in his life right now he can’t truly be too careful.

“Once you're done filling up the form there will be a small fee you have to pay. Not for the hybrid but for this place to keep running. After this I will show you our hybrids, you can talk to some of them first, maybe to get to know them for a little bit and after that you can choose one. Just remember we do welfare checks once every month for the next six months. Make sure everything is okay”

Bucky hummed softly in response, as he passed the completed form to her. Margaret thanked him as she keyed in all the details in the system. Margaret kept taking quick glances at him that he for sure noticed.

“You know you are quite a looker, you are gonna make some of our girls swoon for you. I will not be surprised if they swarm you later” Bucky chuckled as he brushed it off, nodding to her as thanks, “Okay, let’s go see them!”

The facility was quite big. All of the hybrids seemed genuinely happy there. He could feel all of the eyes that were on him. Bucky being the attentive person he is scanned through the crowd, trying to see if anyone would catch his eye. A few cat hybrids would come up to him and say hello, purring to make him adopt them. They were cute but they weren’t what he was looking for.

“Usually all of them would hang out around the courtyard and play with each other. There are a few that would stay in the room but very rarely. Hybrids were born to be friendly due to their habitat. There’s one bunny hybrid that usually stays in her room. She’s a sweet girl and she’s been here the longest. I would love for you to meet her” Bucky simply nodded as he trailed behind Margaret.

As they walked towards the end of the hall, Margaret softly knocked on the door of the dorm room as a soft voice insisted them to come in.

“Y/N, darling? There’s a man here that would like to meet you” Margaret called out to the girl sitting quietly on the window sill. She wasn’t doing anything, just staring outside for god knows how long, “Y/N, I want you to meet Mr. Barnes here. He is very nice”

When she turned around her soft bunny ears twitched from the noise, looking at him with a soft stare.

Bucky hummed again once he truly took in her features. She looked so soft and unreal, the way her fur looked velvety and soft, her cute face and her lips slightly pouty. That was the moment Bucky took slow steps closer to her. Scared she might be scared and run away.

“Hi bunny,” He crouched down, looking up at her with a smile on his face. “What are you doing here all alone hmm?” She did not say anything as if she was a deer caught in headlights. “I didn’t see a pretty thing like you down there”

Bucky became bolder, ruffling the back of his fingers on the soft fur of her ears as she hummed. He could tell it felt nice to her by the slow chattering of her teeth. Something bunnies would do when they feel ‘happy’

“What is your name, pretty?”

“Y/N…” She muttered softly in response as he tilted his head, as he admired her figure, taking her in from head to toe.

“I want to take care of you, would you like that baby?” She felt like she couldn’t handle all the emotions that she felt. From the past five minutes of their conversation, he had already called her three different pet names that made her heart swell. Nobody had called her those before. “I’m gonna be real good to you, doll”

Four.

She took in a deep breath as she tried to think of all the possible outcomes if he adopted her. Will he be like her previous master? Will he be mean?

He didn’t look mean, in fact he looked gorgeous. How could someone like him pick someone like her? He looked unreal, he did not seem real.

But the more he touched her, petted her, the more her heart thumped in her chest. Not in a way of fear or anxiety but in a way that made her feel loved.

She looked at him one last time, as she moved to sit properly.

“Yes please.”

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When your new master had taken you to his home, you did not expect what you were currently seeing. It felt like you were in a movie, the house did not look real.

You had never stepped foot into a place this beautiful before.

As you looked around in awe, you were stuck in one place. You never took a step more from the front door. You were scared you might do something wrong, resulting in your master to get mad and leave you at the facility again.

“Baby, why are you just standing there? Come here to me” He ushered you towards the living room as you were hesitant to walk. You took your steps carefully, afraid you might slip and break anything that was valuable to him.

Once you were in the living room, you just stood there in front of him, waiting for him to give you the next orders. He noticed this as he chuckled, “Such a good girl, hmm?”

He patted his lap, gesturing for you to sit on it. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, “Come sit on my lap, bunny”

“Yes, master” As you approached him as sat on his lap, his eyes widened in shock at what you just called him.

“Listen, there’s a lot of things I want you to call me—but not master, why don’t you just call me Bucky instead, hmm?” Bucky muttered to you, his face was so close to yours as you found yourself captivated by his eyes. They were so pretty. “Don’t look at me like that, you make me want to do bad things to you…”

“I’m sorry, Bucky” You apologized immediately as you turned your gaze away from. He chuckled softly as he turned your face towards him.

“I was just joking, baby. You can look at me all you want” You nodded, as you started fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Unsure of what to do. Usually your old master would have you do something, anything. Things like cleaning the house, making food. You had to do all those things if you wanted to eat. You almost cringed at the thought.

“Now, you’re gonna pick some pretty dresses. I’m gonna buy it for you, because you can’t wear this shirt forever, no? After that I’ll have your favorite food delivered later so you can have a nice meal, fill up that pretty tummy of yours” Your ears twitched with excitement, you can feel your tail wagging back and forth and Bucky was sure he felt it too. He laughed, endeared at your demeanors as his hand found his way to your thighs.

The action made you shiver, you can feel the goosebumps prickling your skin as you huffed softly.

“So responsive…” Bucky muttered quietly as his fingers trailed on your thighs, “You’re gonna drive me crazy, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to”

“You need to stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault. It’s not your fault you're so cute I could almost eat you up” Bucky’s tone turned darker in the end, it was subtle enough for you to not catch it. All you could do was just look at him. Looking at him is enough to make him want to throw you on the lush carpet and defile you then and there.

But he had to be patient. Painfully, patient.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, pretty girl”

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Bucky had helped you settle in your new room. It looked too fancy, but Bucky said you could redecorate it however you want. For the first time in a long time, you had a full night's sleep. You were procrastinating for a while in your bed, and you didn’t hear Bucky do anything. You were guessing he was in his office doing work.

However, you jolted up when you heard somebody entering the house. An unfamiliar scent wafting through your nose. You became territorial. You scurried out of the room as you saw Bucky was already making his way downstairs. He raised his brows at you, with a small smile on his face. You quickly clung to his behind as you trailer behind him down the stairs.

“It’s okay baby it’s just Helena, my assistant. You get to meet her today”

You saw a woman taking out groceries and arranged them in the kitchen, you feel your heart drop. She was so pretty, why was she in his house?

“Oh Sir, I got everything you wanted. The clothes will be delivered I think in a few days so you’re all set” She paused as she noticed you hiding behind Bucky. “Hi, you must be Y/N. I’m Helena, you can ask me for any help if you need it okay?”

You stayed silent hiding behind his shoulders even more.

“C’mon baby, be a good girl and say hi to her yeah?” And you immediately did. It almost surprised him how obedient you are to him.

Luckily, Helena did not stay long. She just dropped by some stuff and left. It made you feel relieved.

Currently, you were on Bucky’s lap again, you head in his neck as he softly petted the fur of your ears.

You felt tempted to scent him, to mark him as yours but you knew it would be rude to not have his consent. He smelled so good, and you just couldn’t resist him.

“Bucky?”

“Yes baby” You hesitated to ask him, afraid he might think you were weird. “C’mon sweetheart don’t leave me hanging like that”

“Is it…” You paused as you tried to think of how to construct your words, “Is it okay… if I scented you?”

Bucky didn’t think of it too much. As he did not know what it was. So he just hummed in agreement.

What he did not expect was to feel your hot breath on his pulse point, your nose slowly grazing on his skin. “Fuck…”

That’s the moment Bucky had felt it, the pulsating feeling going down south, throbbing with need as his hips buckled up making you whimper at the sudden feeling of his length. His hands travelled down to your hips as he gripped them, hard but not enough to hurt you.

The action made you accidentally nip the skin on his neck, close to his Adam's apple but it only riled him up even more.

“You smell so good, Bucky. I love your scent” You muttered in his neck as he growled.

“Call me daddy,” He snapped.

Her eyes widened in shock, as she stopped what she was doing completely. The experience was new to her. She wasn’t a prude but she had never called anyone that before. Her previous masters weren’t sexually involved with her, they adopted her to make their lives easier.

“I said…” Bucky pulled your hair back softly, now you can see his once steel blue eyes dark with lust and desire. “…Call me daddy”

“Y-yes, daddy” You whimpered once again, your mouth hanging open instinctively as if it was waiting for something to be shoved into. Bucky shoved his two fingers inside on your mouth, as you sucked it desperately.

“Who knew a sweet little thing like you are such a dirty fucking slut?” He scowled, as his hands found your breasts, kneading them in his hands. Within one split second, he tore the brand new dress that he bought. “Kiss me…”

Your lips met each other with a desperate kiss, his tongue grazing against your lips, “Wider” He instructed as you opened your mouth wider. Suddenly Bucky had spat in your mouth, his spit drooling at the side of your mouth, making you shocked but you swallowed it immediately. “You’re fucking mine, you got it”

You were feeling desperate. Desperate for him to touch your cunt. You had lived all your life deprived of a man’s touch, spending all of your days rubbing your clit trying to release all of the heat inside your body. Hybrids are genetically modified to be more sexual, that was the point. They were created to breed more, since the human kind’s population was declining and nobody wanted to do anything about it. They were made to be sexually desired.

“Daddy, touch me… please” You pleaded softly, gripping the collar of his shirt. He chuckled darkly, his hand found your chin as he tilted your head to look at him.

Your eyes were blown out, looking at him lustfully as you grinded your cunt on his lap. The juices from your arousal seeping out through your panties, tainting his pants.

“Fucking slut, look at how wet you are” He growled, looking at the wet stain, “I don’t know baby, should I touch you?”

“Yes please!”

“Hmm, I don’t know… I need to know if you’re gonna be a good girl for me doll. You spent one day with me and you’re already begging for my fucking cock. You’re a cockslut aren’t you?”

You were about to protest when Bucky lifted you up from his lap, as he set you aside on the couch.

“Be a good girl for me, and do not touch yourself tonight. If you do, I’m gonna punish you for being a bad girl.”

With that he left with a smirk on his face, leaving you on the couch with your soiled panties, your cunt throbbing for him.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Y/N questioned, trying to see what the fuss was with the two as they stared at each other hesitantly and then back at her, “What?”

“We’re trapped” Jonathan stated as he could see the color of the girl’s face pale as she took a step back. “Calm down, Y/N. We’ll find a way out. We always do, alright?”

“That’s the thing. You found a way out. I’ve never been in a situation like this before…” Y/N could feel her heart pounding violently in her ribcage as her lungs started to constrict, limiting the air as her breathing started to pick up. Jackson walks towards the girl, carefully placing a hand on her back, trying his best to calm her down. The last thing they need was her freaking out. She needs to be as calm as possible so that she can think straight and find a way out.

Jonathan motioned Jackson to look up and pay attention to the noise and mist coming from above them, Jackson nodded as he caught on to what Jonathan was trying to say. “Do you know what it is?” Jackson asked as Jonathan speculated a few answers in his head.

“It can be a few things, non-lethal… doesn’t kill it’s subject until they were tested” Jonathan answered as Jackson received the information while looking around the room. Y/N was in the corner, trying hard to calm herself down and not be a burden to them. She barely heard what they were saying, she was too focused on healing herself.

They monitored this facility for months and months and nobody was here. They came here to collect more information on the organization. This room was probably automated.

The hissing in the air lasted for about three hours and they still had no idea what it was. It wasn’t making them feel dizzy or pain or sleepy, at least it hadn’t kicked in just yet.

Jonathan’s best bet was that the door would open by tomorrow, it’s what they always did with prisoners. It’s automated so a door towards their observing room would probably open up, it explains why there was a big ass mirror staring right back at them. They didn’t stop looking for an escape whatsoever, for all they know this gas could carry diseases—if it was that, they were in big big trouble.

But oh boy, were they wrong.

Jackson was the one to feel the symptoms first. The room was cold but he was excreting a crazy amount of sweat that made him take off his jacket and toss it to the floor as he shags his hair, feeling it growing damper and damper by the second. It felt like his blood was boiling, his skin was burning. Jonathan eyed him carefully, studying his manners to see if it was anything he was familiar with. “Hot?”

Jackson nodded, wiping the sweat on his forehead as he took a seat right next to Y/N, checking up on her once again. She was calmer now, at least now that Jackson explained what Jonathan told him they should be fine.

Jonathan starts to get what Jackson is saying. The room was hot. It was getting hotter and hotter for both of them, they were sitting in a goddamn oven.

“Hey, is it just me or it’s literally burning?” Jackson asked as Y/N shook her head, furrowing her brows in confusion as she stared at both men back and forth. “It’s fucking boiling in here” Jackson unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, he wanted to take off all of his clothes but he didn’t want to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.

The second symptom came in when both of their throats suddenly went dry, their mouth was dry but it wasn’t producing any saliva to lubricate their throat. Jonathan’s eyes widened when he starts to realize what was going on.

“Jackson, we gotta get out!” He shouted suddenly, startling Jackson and Y/N as they stood up quickly. They wanted to walk towards him but Jonathan pointed at Y/N to stay where she was. “Don’t fucking come near me!”

“Jonathan, what’s going on?” Jackson implored as he told Y/N to stand down. “You’re acting weird…”

“It’s not fucking safe, Jackson! We gotta get out of here, right now!” Jonathan saw this one too many times. He was so sure it was what he thought it was. Hell, he even managed to create this himself once.

The thing they were inhaling wasn’t gas. It was pollen. It is a stimulating pollen that made humans turn into sick monsters. These people used the pollen for breeding purposes. They wanted to make an enhanced being without needing any serum. They wanted someone gifted to exist biologically. Jonathan had experienced this himself but he had never seen what it did to other people. He was lucky enough he had an antidote before he went completely feral.

It was terrifying.

“Y/N… Y/N’s not safe” Jonathan swallowed the nonexistent liquid as he took shallow breaths for himself. Jackson started to feel the same thing Jonathan was feeling and it made him frantic. Jackson forced Jonathan to tell him what was going on or he was going crazy. Their stomach churned and they felt hungry.

Only this time it wasn’t for food.

“J-Jackson… We need t-to… Get o-out… Y/N’s not safe” It was getting harder for him to talk now. He was starting to feel it. They were starting to feel it. It was coiling in their bellies, growing hot and heavy. They were goners now.

“Jonathan, you’re freaking me out. Stop talking about me like I’m not here! At least let me help…” All she did was stood closer to him and touched his back but Jonathan’s response was beyond feral. He grunted, taking her wrist with his arm as he gripped on it, not wanting to let her go. Jonathan pushed her against the wall as she whimpered, feeling the wall colliding with her back as she whined in pain. “J-Jonathan?”

His other hand took her free wrist. Pinning both of them beside her head as he buried his face in her neck. He took a long whiff her scent—fear. It fueled him to the brim with the desire to absolutely destroy her, break her into tiny little pieces.

“J-Jackson, help… It h-hurts…” She pleaded but Jackson did nothing. He stood there, watching Jonathan feel her up and he liked it. He liked seeing his brother grope her, feeling up her perky breasts, rubbing her pussy through her pants.

God, he loves it.

Y/N felt the lump in her throat growing as the tears start forming in the corner of her eyes. Y/N stands no chance against Jonathan, she couldn’t do anything. All that is going through her mind was that maybe Jonathan was triggered but she had no idea why Jackson just stood there, watching her and did absolutely nothing.

“Why are you d-doing this, Jonathan?… Jackson!” She exclaimed, wanting him to do something, anything. Jonathan’s hand traveled down to her pants as he eyed them down. With a swift motion Jonathan effortlessly tore her pants off as he immediately kneeled in front of her, letting go of her wrists because he was positive she wasn’t going to go anywhere. He stared at the sheer cotton covering the most prized possession and out of nowhere he went and darted his tongue out, licking the nub of her clit as she whimpered to herself. Jackson stood there, his cock was dripping and heavy in his pants. He took them off, palming himself through his boxers as he watched his brother licks Y/N’s pussy softly, wetting the garment as her knees starts to become weak.

Jackson then steps forward, tearing her suit off of her torso and so does her bra. She cried when Jackson groped her breasts, leaning down to lick her pebbled nipples that had hardened from the cold air. Jonathan took off her panties, and his fingers attacked her swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it harshly as she thrashed against the wall, not having the power to even help herself up. She fell down to the ground, naked and afraid as Jonathan spreads her legs and starts entering his fingers inside her tight little cunt.

“Jonathan, Jackson... Please... Stop!” The stretch was excruciating and Jonathan didn’t show her mercy, he pumped his fingers in and out of her hole at a rapid pace, earning a scream of agony that had only made them even more feral. When she looked to her right, she can see Jackson, stroking his big and hard cock to the sound of her crying and being molested on the floor. Y/N was ashamed, there was nothing more than humiliation, fear, and disappointment running through her mind. She was drenched, leaking onto Jonathan’s fingers as she kept looking at Jackson’s cock that was dripping with pre-cum. She was ashamed that her body was enjoying what was happening to her.

Jonathan curled his fingers inside her pussy as she felt the pit growing inside her tummy, her pussy was tingling and she knew what was going to happen.

She was going to cum.

“J-Jonathan…!” She shouted as she let it all out, her thighs shaking and her body quivering as she moaned out loudly. Despite him being emotionless, the subtle smirk on the corner of his lips can be seen and there’s nothing more sinister than that. “Please… S-stop… Jonathan… Jackson… This is not like you…”

Both of them completely ignored the words that were coming out of her mouth. Jonathan stripped off of his clothes and pants, showing him and all of his glory. His cock was hard, deep purple veins were poking out as the tip leaked with clear pre-cum. They both hovered over her body like predators as Jonathan picked her up. Y/N didn’t fight, she didn’t say anything because nothing she said can change anything. She doesn’t know why this was happening to her.

Jonathan lined up his cock on her dripping entrance as Jackson came behind her, and what he did next made her scream the loudest she had ever scream.

Both of them impaled her holes at the same time, thrusting together at the same time, and she can feel herself psychically break. Their huge cocks filled her up to the point where they can see the curve of their bulges in her belly, moving up and down. Y/N hides her face into Jonathan’s neck, whimpering and pleading, hoping that the real Jonathan was still there to stop all of this.

Both of the men groaned and grunted loudly, loving the way how tight and warm her holes were. Their mission was still clear in their mind.

They wanted to fill all of her holes full of their cum. So full until it leaked onto the floor.

Jackson held her neck lightly choking her as she strained from her breath. They were both having the time of their lives, having their cocks stuffed into a pretty little cum rag all for them to use.

The noise they made was a mix of pleasure and pain, Y/N couldn’t form words out of her mouth anymore, she only screamed and screamed as she felt every inch of their dicks thrusting inside her.

Y/N could feel them twitching inside of her and she knew this was finally going to end.

Jackson and Jonathan grunted at the same time as the warm liquid was released inside her, painting her walls white as she could feel them filling her up. The small bloat in her tummy can be seen, she was so full of their cum.

When they were done, hey laid her onto the floor as the tears start pouring down her face. The cum inside her pussy seeped out onto the floor, pooling underneath her.

Jackson and Jonathan watched their seed escape her pussy and her ass as they felt themselves hardened again. They both stood up, picking her back up to repeat what they were doing.