Chapter Ten

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Scars of Survival
Chapter Ten

When you live in the shadow of insanity, the appearance of another mind that thinks and talks as yours does is something close to a blessed event.  - Robert Pirsig

Grabbing the bottle of Southern Comfort from Daryl’s hand, I plopped myself on Jenner’s desk and took a long pull.  If I was going to be forced to say this shit in front of a stranger I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it sober. 

“I had been on my own for two months…” 

The days were getting ridiculously hot now, a Georgia summer wasn’t far off.  It had been several days since I had last run into another living human and my encounters with people were coming fewer and farther between.  I was sure it had to do with the infection.  People were dieing off in rapid numbers and there was more and more walkers now. 

I was dead tired, I hadn’t slept properly in three days, only napping during the day in the branches of trees and that was only for a few hours before I trudged on.  I never slept at night unless there were other people to watch my ass. 

Dark was comin’ on and I was about to spend another night in the wilderness when I heard a cluster of laughing voices. 

People. 

It was almost too good to be true but as I headed towards the sounds the smell of roasting meat and camp smoke drifted to my nose, luring me further into the fray, I knew it was true.

It was like a blessing.

It was a group of at least sixteen survivors.  They greeted me with kind smiles and polite manners.  Sure there were a few of the men that leered at me but I was used to that.  After all not many woman survived these days, pretty but stupid ones were usually the first to go.

There was this teenage kid who was real nice to me, Randell, I think his name was.  He couldn’t have been more than eighteen but he was the most comforting out of all of them.  The woman for some reason stayed away from me but I was so tired, I didn’t think anything of it.

I was so fuckin’ stupid. 

They gave me a place to set up for the night, some food and water.  I fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up until the next night…

I cut myself off, taking in the angry expression on Daryl’s face.  I guess I was trying to gauge if he was going to pop off soon.  He still looked calm, maybe a little too calm but it was enough for me to continue. 

I wasn’t in my tent when I woke up and… I was stripped down to my underwear and bound.  My rifle and pistols were missing but my bow was leaned up against the tent wall and my knives were sitting on this make-shift table of milk crates and some plywood.

There was a man sitting there, looking at my knives with interest.  He was a big guy, probably 6’2 and…
Anyways, he smiled at me when he noticed I was awake.  He told me that I wouldn’t always be tied up like this, that when I learned my place that I could join the other girls in their duties to the camp. 

I was pissed to say the least and I shot my mouth off.  I was beaten that night and left till morning. 
The next day it was a different guy.  This was a fat piece of shit with a foul mouth and reminded me a lot of Ed.  I never did catch his name but he was the first that tried to…

He was the first one that tried to…
“Rape you?”  Jenner supplied for me, his face was still purely curious but it held an undertone of disappointment.  Like my story was some kind of confirmation that the human race was shitty.  I could have told him that without the help of my scarred up face. 

He cut me loose from the post that I was tied too in the middle of the wall tent.

I screamed, I fought back and in the end I kicked him in the balls so hard, he puked.  I may have won that battle but I was severely punished for it. 
“Your face?”  Jenner asked.

Again, I nodded but I pulled up the back of my shirt and let him see the other marks that marred my once pure alabaster skin.  “And then some.” 

I chanced a glance at Daryl’s face as he was incredibly quiet throughout my tale so far.  It wasn’t a bad thing, at least he wasn’t tearing the room apart, but it wasn’t a particularly good thing either. 

His face was hard as stone as he stared at the ground with rapt attention.  So I continued. 

Fuck, why was this so difficult?

“The guy, the one I hurt.  Turns out he was the leaders right hand man.  Even after they did what they did to me, I made the comment that he must have been a very busy man.”  I told them with a humorless laugh.  Daryl and Jenner remained silent. 

“Yeah, they didn’t think it was funny, neither.” 

They couldn’t do much to me after that, so I was left to sit in that tent for a few days to think about my actions.  They didn’t let me have any food or water for two days and by the third I was will to trade my soul for a drink. 

They sent a different man on the last day of my punishment and this one was… nicer. 
I stopped again and turned to Jenner, telling him with my eyes that this would be the time to step away from the half-crazed, drunk redneck he was standing next to.  He seemed a little confused but caught on after a minute and took a seat on the other side of his desk. 

I played nice with this one.  I told him if he’d just let me rest my arms for a few minutes I’d…

That… I’d make it worth his wile.  Stupid bastard nearly jumped at the chance and I think I kind of understood then that he might not get the same privileges with the other camp girls as his friends did.  He was younger and dumber looking.  I used it to my advantage. 

He untied me and let me have some water before he stepped back and sat on the makeshift table and undid his pants. 

He smelled really bad and I tried so hard not to throw up the little water I had in my system, but he smelled… so bad. 

It didn’t seem to make a difference to him that I had thrown up, he just kept… touchin’ himself. 
I was in tears at this point and I wasn’t sure how I was gonna be able to look at Daryl after he heard this.  How he was gonna be able to look at me.  Things would never be the same between us. 

“I saw my knives sitting next to him when I got on my knees and that was what made what I did next bearable.  I did what he asked and took him into my mouth…

He was moaning in earnest as I sucked his disgusting cock, it made me want to retch all over again but I held it in.  As he got more into it he leaned backwards and shut his eyes.  It was my chance.  He got sloppy.

Shakily I grabbed my granddaddy’s hunting knife… and bit down, hard.

I choked and gagged repeatedly as I tried to dispel the chunk of the mans groin and his blood from his mouth.  My granddaddy’s knife was lodged deeply into the mans skull.  He was already dead but…

My pack was still sitting in the corner of the tent.  I grabbed it and my bow and I ran. 

“I ran until I gave out and then I sat in a tree for a full day, half naked, ashamed and too scared to move…” 

Strong male arms came around my shoulders, pulling me off the desk and into a toned chest that smelled like bourbon, pine and tobacco.  His arms were shaking near as bad as mine as he turned and led us out the door.  

Jenner said nothing to protest to our leaving and I said nothing to him.  It was good that he remained silent.  If he would of demanded more of me, I think I might have killed him myself and I was more than 99.9% sure that Daryl would kill him. 

~ 

Daryl was completely silent as he led us through the halls that led to our assigned office/bedroom for the evening.  He didn’t even say anything once we arrived, just pushed the door open and with a gentle hand on my back led me wordlessly toward the tiny bathroom.

He stripped me quietly, only his ragged breathing mixing with the sound of the pouring water. 

Hot water. 

What a blessing.

As his fingers mapped out every mark on my body, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more vulnerable or naked.  The man has had his cock up my ass before but right now… I just felt different.

When he turned me to push me under the water a sob finally stole from his lips, it was long and loud.  I turned to him, frightened.  I had never heard such a noise from him before and I was certain how to handle him like this.

Burring his face in between calloused finger, he sunk to the shower floor, knees hugging and drawn tight against his body.

“Daryl?”  I called, shaky. 

He just shook his head and wailed again. 

Lowering myself to my knees I slowly pried his hands from his face and tugged at his chin.  We he looked up my heart broke.  His face was streaming with tears as snot ran from his nose.  But it was the look in his eyes that broke me… he looked so damn lost.  Like he had no idea what to do now.

“Dar-”

“No!”  he yelled.  “I’m so fuckin’ mad.”  But even he looked like he no clue what he was so pissed about.  “You should’a stayed in Trenton!  Ya shouldn’ave looked for me!”

“Daryl-”

“No! No, no, no, no!  I ain’t worth it! Ya would have been safe!  Ya wouldn’…”  he trailed off into another round of deep, mournful sobs.  And I cried with him. 

It took a while but after a bit of coaxing he allowed me to touch him again.  It was a simple action, that he was ready to finally let out all the hurt.  I washed him slowly, taking care to wash every inch of him I could reach without asking him to move.  I was washing the thick, black rings from his neck when he reached out and crushed me too him.

“Promise me..”  he whispered.  “If we get separated… you’ll stay safe.” 

“We won’t,”  I tried to protest.  “We’ll never-”

“Promise me,”  he said again, more forceful and demanded. 

“Okay, Daryl, I promise.”  I told him quietly. 

The rest of the shower was intense, full of longing touches a desperate lips.  Even drying off was held and air of intimacy. 

Nudging his forehead against mine, he whispered. “Ya know I love ya more than anythin’, right?” 

“Even now?”  I asked, not bothering to hide the insecurity from my voice. 

He sat up on his elbows then his body lingering over mine in the darkness of our room.  He used a calloused finger to turn my head.  “Look at me.”  He said huskily, making my insides quiver from the honey that dripped from his voice. 

Timidly, I peek an eye open only to find his lips inches from mine and those bright blue eyes staring down on me with enough intensity to burn me to ash.  He doesn’t say a thing, but then again, he doesn’t have to.  By the time his lips touch mine the spark is ignited and I’m burning all around him. 

“Daryl,”  I whimper, my voice raw with need.  “Please.”

“Wh’?”  he smirks against the tender flesh of my lips. “What is it ya want?” 

I stop then, looking dead into his eyes and whisper.  “Make me feel beautiful again.” 

He looks taken back by my request and shakes his head.  “No. Ya are beautiful.” 

All at once his mouth was everywhere as he panted and groaned along my heated skin, the stubble on his face only adding further friction to stoke the fire. 

Tightening his arms around me, tongue and teeth went to work along the flesh of my neck making me cry out in excitement.  He suckled harshly for a moment before drawing back lightly and whispering.  “Ya sure?” 

I growled and turned over on my side as I slid a leg up between his, making sure I nudged his cock just a little bit to get him going.  Boy was that a mistake.

Before I could even cry out he had me flipped over on my back as he settled into the cradle between my parted thighs.

~

With the new dawn, I awoke to warm lips.  Soft and gentle they rained down my spine, his scruff scratching against the sensitive, marred skin of my back.  It wasn’t uncomfortable per say, but it was still strange for him to be so gentle, especially with so much emotional baggage that had been unleashed. 

Stretching like a great lioness, I giggled as Daryl’s wet mouth found a particularly ticklish spot just under my third rib.  “Mornin’.” 

“Christ woman, I want ya.”  Was his gruff reply.  And I could really, really tell.  His hard cock was heavy and laying perfectly flush with the back of my thigh.

Warmth pooled just below my navel as tingles pebbled my skin as Daryl continued to grunt nasty little things against my flesh.  With a long swipe, his tongue darted up my spine to the side of my neck before he took the lobe of my ear between his teeth and tugged hard.  “I wanna fuck ya so bad.”  He hissed, thrusting his swollen head against my ass. 

“What are ya waitin’ for, Dixon,”  I replied huskily.  “Fuck your pussy.” 

It might have been the after effects of the alcohol or perhaps just the effects that the night had left on both of us, but my apparently we both decided to be lewd in bed this morning. 

Daryl growled, jerking upright to sit on his haunches before he flipped me onto my back by the swell of my hips.  There was no warning, not that I needed one, morning sex had never, ever been all that much about foreplay.  Actually I was more than surprised by the amount of restraint he had shown not to just fuck me awake like he usually did.  I think he was afraid to hurt me.  I didn’t like it. 

Without words, he brought the head of his cock to my slit, rubbing it in a teasing motion with what I’m sure was a cocky little smirk on his lips before he hips hitched forward.  We both groaned on contact.  It was wonderfully painful and the only regret I had in that moment was that I couldn’t fully see his face. 

Daryl’s fuck me face was just as gorgeous as his O-face, it was primal, fierce and it made me feel like I was apart of him in that moment.  It was the truest form of raw emotion and for the longest time that was all I had of Daryl, his physical love and his anger.  His anger didn’t have to be directed at me for me to feel it burning through me ten fold. 

“Fuck,”  I hissed.  “Yesss!

He must have still been angry because he was power thrusting.  Pounding me into a blissful oblivion, his rough fingertips pinching and twirling skin.  Puckering nipples and soaked clit.  He was tangled in me, hips rocking in wild abandon. 

Harsh panting and slick skin slapping against slick skin, “Fuck, so wet…”  Daryl grunted as he flipped me over and pulled my ass flush over his groin.  “Feels so good.” 

“Deeper,”  I begged, pushing my hips against him harder.  He knew the spot I was just itching to have scratched.  Hell, I hadn’t even known it existed until I had been intimate with him.  “please!”

“Look at ya,”  he growled, his bare chest flush against my back as he pulled me upright to sit in his lap.  I barely recognized his voice like this, it was so deep.  “Look at ya fuckin’ my dick.” 

I gaped, clutching at his thighs with my fingers curled, nails biting deep into the meat of his legs.  I had to find purchase of something or I felt I might fly away.  “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“You like it?”  He grunted, enunciating every word with a forward thrust of his hips, sharp and rough at the top of my cervix.  His hands came up, cupping my shoulder and gripping at my hair.  “Answer me.”

“Yessss!”  I screamed, nearly falling apart under his rough love.  “Fuck yes, baby.”

He hissed right along with me, pulling me closer, going deeper.  “Ya.  Fuck yerself on me.  Fuck yerself real pretty.” 

His hand slipped from hair and slid down over my hips to the juncture of my thighs.  Slipping between wet, tangy folds he stroked, languidly at first… then in a frenzied tandem; fast shallow circles all clockwise.  “Make it rain fer me.” 

“FUCK!” I cried, feeling the familiar burn running down my legs and onto the sheets below. 

His hips changed position as I came, shifting to a new deeper angle.  “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”  he grunted, his hips rocking faster and faster has his orgasm loomed.  It wasn’t the longest we’d ever made love but as crazy the world was today I was more than thankful for the few spared moments we were able to enjoy each others bodies again.

His hips pounded three more times until he came with a sharp intake of breath and a loud, satisfied grunt.  My caveman. 

With an amused snort, I fell face first back to the cool sheets on the couch, pulling a disgruntled groan from Daryl as he pulled out of me. 

“Thank you, caveman.”  I laughed lightly as Daryl fell down next to me, pulling me close as he murmured ‘mine’ before passing out cold.

~

Daryl slept like the dead and if it wasn’t for the occasional snort or ball scratching he did, I’d really think him dead much of the time.  As it was though, I couldn’t fall back asleep.  I felt amazing despite having cried my eyes out the night before and having the brains fucked straight out my head this morning. 

Having something akin to a pep in my step, I pulled myself from the comfort of Daryl’s arms and decided to hit up that wonderful shower once more.  While I’ll admit that have Daryl in the shower next to me naked and all soapy was a beautiful image that always made me randy, it was still nice to be able to take a few minutes to myself to just bask in the hot water.

He was still dead to the world when I emerged from my quick twist in the shower, the only part of him covered was one of my favorite parts.  He was lying on his stomach and that gorgeous male ass was thee only thing the crisp white sheets covered.  It was a damn shame too and seriously had me considering just going back to bed, but as my stomach grumbled and feet shifted down the hall that plan was put on the back burner to another kind of hunger. 

So foregoing another romp in the sheets, I settled for dressing in moderately clean clothes and finding out what was for breakfast. 

Finding clothes in the dark was a bit of a task but I managed well enough but it wasn’t till I stepped out into the hall did I even notice what I was wearing.  It was one of Daryl’s favorite tank tops with my bars logo on the right breast.  It was the tank top I met him in.  Paired with a set of reinforced camo, it could be guaranteed that Daryl and I would be fucking again before the morning was out. 

I was greeted with a chorus of good morning’s when I entered the small kitchen/dinning area which in reality was a kitchenette and a conference table.  T-dog was manning the stove stirring something that smelled a hell of a lot like scrambled eggs. 

My stomach gave another angry roll as Glenn groaned his good morning as I breezed past him to the coffee maker.  “Don’t ever, ever let me drink again.” 

I laughed at his pained expression.  Hell, I’m sure all of us had been in that same place at one point or another.  I sure knew I had, many, many times.  Most of them after a night of partying at my dad’s place with Daryl and my dad’s club brothers.  Though, at least I had been broke in at an early age and for the most part knew my limits…  Not that I listened to myself half the time, but at least I had no one to blame in the morning other than myself. 

Poor Glenn had been dooped by my redneck of all people and I couldn’t wait for Daryl to get up and see this.  His shit-eatin’ grin would most definitely be present this morning. 

As if he heard me thinking about him, he poured in a few minutes later looking bed haggled but clean but I blushed as I noticed the deep purple and angry red marks that lined his neck and clavicle.  He came up behind me, sucking at my neck before he slapped my ass, causing me to squeal.  Many heads jerked up, some looking like their faces might crack if their eyes got any wider.  Like I said Daryl was really funny about PDA and for him to act this open in front of so many people was a bit astonishing.  To me it just meant that he was hung-over.  A hung-over Daryl meant an extremely horny Daryl.   Most of our Sundays were spent in bed, eating, watching old movies and fucking.  Not necessarily in that order either.

“Are you hungover, too?”  Carl asked, looking up at Rick innocently from his plate of powdered eggs and freezer bacon.  “Mom said you would be.” 

Hell, the kid’s mom wasn’t wrong, the good sheriff was definitely looking worse for wear this morning.  His eyes were bloodshot and he was green around the gills. 

Rick didn’t look all that amused with his son’s question but answered him honestly.  Daryl just smirked at me, his perfectly little mole curling around his lips.  He was grinning like an idiot at Glenn who let out another pained groan and smacking his head against the table. 

Out of the corner of my eye I caught Daryl sliding my paper coffee cup towards him as he pulled the half drunken bottle of Soco from somewhere and started adding a liberal amount to my beverage.  “Hey!”

“What ya yellin’ ’bout, woman.”  He asked with a rye grin and Glenn parroted him with a “Yes, please don’t yell.  Yelling is bad.”  Which of course made everyone crack up into loud raucous laughter.  

I just glared and excepted my now spiked coffee before humming around my own plate of bacon n’ eggs.  Powdered or not, T-dog did ‘em right.

Shane turned his head to spit something in Lori’s direction and I caught sight of his neck, I gasped.  “Holy shit!”  I hissed quietly next to Daryl.  “You see that?”

He nodded his head with a chuckle.  “Yeah, I’d give ya three guess as to who did it, but ya only gonna need one.” 

As Jenner made his appearance, I sat up straighter, bristling almost at the look he gave me.  It was a strange look, one I couldn’t fully understand this early after waking up… but I didn’t like it.  Apparently Daryl didn’t, either.  He pulled my chair closer to him and slipped a warm hand between my thighs.  Like I said, caveman.

Dale perked up at the sight of the strange scientist and I just knew our calm morning was about to turn to shit.  “You know Doc, I don’t want to start throwing questions at you first thing.”

“But you will…”   Jenner replied with a smooth smile.

Andrea glared over at him, dropping her fork to her plate.  “We didn’t come here for the eggs.” 

Like I said, happy morning over.