Lost and Insecure;

             she is my  { s i s t e r  }                                                                 you son of a bitch

“I ain’t takin’ y’on your word for that.” He said quietly, looking over at her as he cleaned his crossbow. “I gotta talk t’y’mom.” He murmured softly, sliding off of the veranda balustrade and standing lightly on his feet. “Not because I think you’re a child, it ain’t that. Just because y’matter. Goin’ out alone’s one thing. I know the risks an’ I can survive if I have to but y’need t’be okay.”

“C’mon, Daryl,” she sighed, her body slouching forward as he spoke; she hated the chance that he would be right, that her mom might say no -- god, she would give anything to get back out there, at least for a short while. “I’ll be fine, you know that,” she added, her arms crossing over her chest, “I know the risks too, a-and I’m an adult now. Listen, if she says no, I’m just going to sneak out on my own anyways. Wouldn’t you feel better about it if you came along?”

“Are you fine?” Rick questioned gently as he took a moment to study her. She still managed to have that same smile that he remembered, even after all that time. He reached out to gently grasp her shoulder as he looked at her. Guilt churned deep inside him as she looked back at him. He should have known. He should have kept looking. She was still alive and he had failed her. Sophia was right though. She had survived, she was tougher than anyone might have given her credit for. He hadn’t wanted that for her, she had deserved to be safe and protected with the rest of them. “You’ve been out here on your own all this time?”

As he looked her over, she glanced away from him and nodded her head. She had been through hell and back, but she was fine -- well, as fine as she could possibly be. His next question made her pull her gaze back and peered up at him. “No... I’ve come across a couple of other groups, but not the best people, you know? So I just... I never stuck around,” she admitted with a slight shrug, her shoulder feeling heavy beneath his touch, “I preferred being alone over that.”

Eyes quickly moved to the hand that touched his arm, he wasn’t very used to that, but unlike years ago, he didn’t hesitate to let her. “I didn’…”, he muttered, lowering his eyes to avoid looking at her. He couldn’t avoid blaming himself. They gave up on their search. Of course the farm being overrun with walkers didn’t help. But he was a tracker. He should have been able to track her. He failed both her and Carol. She was lucky to be alive, but because of him, she she could be dead. “I wasn’ searchin’ anymor’. ‘m sorry. Ya wasn’ supposed to went through t’at alone.”

Listening to the tone of his voice made her stomach sink; he was so guilty for not searching for her, and she hated that. It wasn’t his fault -- she didn’t blame anyone for what happened to her. “You listen to me, Daryl Dixon: me bein’ out here? It happened for a reason. I’m a lot stronger now than I ever was and I’m not that little girl back on that highway -- I know what I’m doin’ now. I can defend myself, survive on my own, do what I have to to survive,” she told him, her blue eyes locked onto his gaze, “I don’t want you to blame yourself for not finding me. It’s not on you, okay?”

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"As punishment, when we go run errands today, you have to wear a vibrating bullet on low and you better not cum without permission." “As punishment, after I fill you up, you’ll wear a butterfly plug to keep it all inside while we run errands.” “I wanna fuck you hard, right up against the window.” “Damn, if I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited them sooner.” “That’s right, put your chest against the window and spread your legs, arch your back, and beg me to fuck you.” “Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?” “Mm~ your so tight~” “Just beg (Name), just beg.” “Y’know I always thought they called you ‘tight ass’ ‘cause you were strict or something, but this is so much better~….” “Damn, your dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?” “I know, but fuck it feels so good, just bare with it a little longer and then there’ll be plenty of cum to lube up this little fuckhole of yours….~” “Ah, ah, bad boy/girl. You came without masters permission! How should I punish you for this, pet?” “See? I told you you’d love my cock~” “See? I told you you’d like my pussy~” “I’ve got you all tied up and blindfolded….what should I do with you? ‘Cause I can think of a lot’ve fun things, mostly fucking you raw, but maybe I should let my friend try you out first?” “You’re so cute with that tiny dick of yours~ it’s much smaller than mine, does that embarrass you?~” “Ive been bragging about you to my friends, so get on your knees and open your mouth so they can try it out for themselves- not all at once, of course.” “Heh. You really do love drinking cum, don’t you?” “I won’t let you up till you lick it all up, pet. The sooner you do as told the sooner you get your reward.” “I think my friend oughtta fuck that cute mouth of yours while I fuck your ass, yeah?” “How about he take your pussy and I take your ass? He can hold you up, it’ll be a grate new experience. What do you say, pet?” “I really wanna watch my friends fuck your holes raw while I fuck your throat until you lose your voice…..”

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