A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)

S9Pt11 - Long Time, No See (smut⚠️)

It was really him.
Daryl was standing in front of me, just staring, and I finally cleared my throat.
"Daryl." I said and nodded.
He just nodded back at me and I sighed.
"So that's how it's gonna be? Not even gonna say anything to me?" I said, already catching an attitude, and still surprised that he was standing in front of me, alive.
"Hey Kell," He said, then walked forwards and held out his hand, and I gave him the gas can.
I then stepped forwards and set down my bag, and he put down the gas can next to it. I sighed and took off my entire prosthetic to let my arm breathe, and tossed it on top of my bag. I watched Daryl as he watched me, and he eventually held out his hand towards the couch.
"I'm fine." I said, and leaned against the wall.
He just held up his hands and shook his head and then I heard barking, and a large German Shepard ran out from the hallway and directly at me.
"The hell?" I muttered under my breath.
This dog ran straight at me and I held up my arms defensively.
"Dog!" Daryl yelled out, and the dog circled back at stood by Daryl's side.
I slowly lowered my arms and just stared at Daryl. "So, you found a dog."
"More like he found me." Daryl muttered.
"Huh." I scoffed. "How ironic."
I then knelt down on my knees and held out my hand towards Dog, and clicked my tongue.
"Hey Dog, it's okay." I said calmly.
I saw the dog slightly wag it's tail, but remained standing protectively next to Daryl. I snapped my fingers and waited, and kept eye contact with the dog.
"It's okay..." I whispered calmly, and Dog's ears lowered.
He then slowly approached me and wagged his tail and gave me a single lick on the hand. I couldn't help but smile at him, because I liked this dog. He reminded me of a lot of Bud.
I then sighed and slowly stood back up, and looked at Daryl. He walked over to a table and I eventually sat down across the table from him. We glanced at each other from opposite ends, and everything was quiet. The walkers ended up wandering away, but the storm was raging loudly outside.
I was anxiously shaking my leg under the table, and Daryl was tapping the table top. He then took a deep breath and turned his body to look directly at me.
"How'd you end up out here?" He asked.
I looked at him and just took a deep breath too before speaking. "I ran out of gas and found some in that abandoned town. I was making my way back to my car to hunker down before the storm hit. Then the walkers came and I saw this place." I said and shrugged.
Daryl nodded and looked out the window, but it was pitch dark and there was nothing to see. I just scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest, and Daryl looked at me again. He knew I was upset, I just was keeping it in right now.
"I— Kell, I don't know what to say." Daryl quietly said.
"Huh." I said and shook my head. "How about, how are you, how you doing, or sorry I've been gone for the past several fucking years!" I said.
Daryl just sighed and wiped his face in annoyance, and I just scoffed at him again.
"This is why I don't talk anymore Kell. You just yell." He said.
"Really, because the last time I remembered we talked, you were the one doing all the yelling." I said. "You left me, crying and alone, again."
"I'm sorry Kell." Daryl began to say but I shook my head.
"No, you're not... You would've came back a long time ago if you were." I said.
"I was busy." Daryl interrupted.
"Too busy to check in? To stop by and see us?" I asked. "I get if you're pissed off and don't want to see me, but you didn't even care about the kids."
Daryl sighed and slowly began shaking his head at what I was saying.
"You left us Daryl." I said, putting emphasis on the word us.
"Don't start Kell." He said.
"Oh I think I fucking will." I said, and Daryl glared at me. "You completely abandoned us Daryl. You stop by every few months, and we'd fight, and then you just disappeared for years. You think we aren't going to be upset?" I said.
"I had things to do Kell. I tried to come back, but you're right, we fought, and I just got farther and farther, and I couldn't stop looking." Daryl said.
"For Rick?" I said and just shook my head. "Daryl it's been over four years... Rick's dead... I know it's hard to believe but—" I began to say, changing my tone as I remembered all my grief.
"He can't be dead." Daryl said and his voice cracked, and he just shook his head. "I haven't found a body or anything. I can't stop looking for him." Daryl said. "He's my brother. He'd do the same for me."
"Daryl, I understand. But there comes a point where you have to let go. How much longer are you going to do this for?" I asked.
He just shook his head and shrugged. "As long as it takes."
I just scoffed and then bit the inside of my cheek in frustration. I felt my anger rising again and knew I had to away from Daryl before I unleashed all my anger on his. I just pushed myself away from the table and stood up, walking over to my bag.
"Where are you going?" Daryl asked.
"Home." I said and scoffed again. "I can't be here with you right now."
"You can't leave. It's storming outside and it's dark. At least wait till morning." He said.
"I rather take my chances out there then be in here." I said rudely, still biting back my anger.
"That's how you feel?" Daryl said upset and stood up too.
"Yeah, it is." I said, and Daryl walked towards me.
He stood in front of me, his height towering me and looking down at me, but I stood my ground yet again.
"I may be the one walking away, but you're the one who's leaving. Again." I said, word for word what he told Merle years ago, and I saw he remembered it.
"Kelley." He said and glared at me.
"You left us!" I finally broke, and all my hurt and anger resurfaced. "You-you just disappeared and—and like forgot about us. You abandoned me, your wife! You abandoned your son!" I cried, and Daryl sadly tilted his head at the mention of Lee. "You wanna know what Lee asked me a couple months ago? Is Daddy dead too?" I yelled and felt the tears building up in my eyes. "He thinks you're dead! And I have to live with that. I've been having to raise that little boy with no help from his father!"
"Lee?" He said, and I heard the hurt in his voice. "Georgia.." He then whispered and shook his head.
"Yeah. All of them. You missed his fifth birthday, you know that right? Georgia's too. Judith's seven now You're his father— You are their father now. They look up to you, and you're no where to be seen!.. And me." I cried, and he looked into my eyes which had tears falling from them. "Maybe that's why I'm really out here... Maybe I'm just like you. I can't stop till I find a body..."
"Kell." Daryl said and calmly reached for my shoulder but I slapped his hand away, and felt my blood boil as he looked at me.
"I had to accept the fact that you were possibly dead! You know, you may have lost your brother, but I lost Carl, and Rick, and then you, and you just expected me to be able to deal with that!" I yelled at him, not holding back my raw emotions any longer. "I believed that you were dead! That I lost my husband, who was the one person I ever truly loved in this world... and you can't even apologize to me." I raised my voice at him again.
"I'm sorry okay!" Daryl yelled at me, shutting me up. "But I have to be out here."
"There are no but's about it! You're not fucking sorry. You're a fucking liar, and a selfish prick, and a bastard!" I yelled back, wanting to hurt him with my words like he's hurt me.
"I can't accept that Rick is dead, he can't be!" Daryl yelled, and he was frustrated at the world in this moment.
"Well he fucking is Daryl!" I angrily cried. "Accept it already."
"Agh, fuck you!" " He yelled at me.
"No, fuck you Daryl!" I screamed back.
We stopped yelling and stared into each other's eyes, too angry to say anything else. The next thing I knew, Daryl grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall.
"What did you say?" Daryl growled at me, his eyes focused on mine, then glanced down to my lips.
I inhaled sharply as I felt his hand tightening around my throat, and I couldn't help but love the feeling of it. I then looked Daryl in the eyes and leaned forwards, making him push me back by the throat again.
"I said... fuck... you." I growled back.
After that, it was over. Daryl smashed his lips into mine and I kissed him back. It was messy, harsh, and rough, but it's what we needed from each other. I then put my hand on his chest and pushed him away, trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Daryl swiftly placed both of his hands against the wall, and stared at me, who was stuck in between his arms. I just started up at him, and so many thoughts ran through my head. I then shook my head as I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, instantly locking lips with his.
We were furious with each other, but that just made the kisses hotter. I ran my fingers through his hair and Daryl pushed me against the wall. I groaned at the impact, but then moaned as he grabbed my asscheek. Without a second to waste, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he began walking down the hallway.
He turned around and pushed the door open with his back, and kicked the door closed behind us. He then pushed my back against the wall, and I moved my lips to kiss his neck. His body kept me pinned against the wall as he took off his poncho and vest he was wearing, and then pulled his shirt over his head. Daryl then put his hand on my throat again and I moaned at the touch.
"You're fucking crazy." Daryl moaned as he tighten his grip around my throat, and then smashed his lips into mine.
I then pushed him back and he stared at me as I yanked off my shirt and took off my bra. I quickly kicked off my pants and pushed Daryl backwards onto the bed. He then grabbed me and flipped us over, and his muscular body hovered over me. He sat on top of me as he unbuckled his pants, finished removing the rest of his clothes, and his hard cock sprang free. I ran my hand up and down his bicep before he pinned my arms above my head, and pulled off my underwear with his other hand.
"Oh fuck." I moaned as I felt him enter me.
He didn't even give me a minute to catch my breath or adjust to his length before he began pounding into me. I screamed out loud at both the pain and pleasure, and Daryl leaned his body over me.
"Oh, fuck!" I moaned.
"Shit Kelley." Daryl moaned and gave me a deep thrust.
"Fuck you Daryl." I moaned weakly, closing my eyes at the hot feeling building up to my climax. "Oohhh."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Daryl said and grabbed my hips with both hands, lifting me up and sending his cock deeper inside of me.
I felt myself reaching an orgasm and screamed out his name as I came, and he continued to fuck me as I finished. I then flipped him over and quickly straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his length. I started bouncing up and down, and I tossed my head back in pleasure which flipped my hair to the side. I held myself up with my hand flat against his chest and stared into his eyes as I rode him.
"That's it. Fucking ride my cock." Daryl grunted and slapped my ass, making me let out a quick moan. "Just like that babe. Yes." He moaned.
I then leaned forwards and Daryl grabbed a handful of my asscheeks with both hands and squeezed tightly. I moaned and let out a gasp as I rocked my hips back and forth, and Daryl's hips started to in unison with mine. He periodically slapped my ass and I rested my face inside the crook of his neck, and managed to leave some hickeys on him.
"Oh yes, yes!" I screamed out as Daryl sped up his pace, close to bringing me to another orgasm.
Before I reached my climax, he pulled out and flipped me around, and then pushed my face against the bed. I moaned as I felt him slap my ass, and my cheeks were now extremely hot. He then quickly entered me from behind and I arched my back and stuck my ass out, pushing further up against his member.
"Oh, I fucking hate you." I muttered as Daryl sped up his pace.
"I hate you." Daryl said back and slapped my ass again, making me moan. "You like that. Huh, you fucking want it."
"Ooohh, yes!" I cried out as he slapped my ass several times. "Oh fuck yeah, baby."
Daryl then ran his hand down my back and curled his hand around my throat. He lifted me up and pulled me back by the throat, and I moaned louder.
"Yes." I moaned. "Fucking choke me."
"I will. I fucking will." Daryl said.
He wrapped his other arm around my waist, laying his hand on my stomach as he kept a grasp on my throat. Our bodies moved fiercely, our skin nonstop slapping against each other's, and I felt Daryl kiss my cheek. I raised my hand and wrapped my arm behind Daryl's head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Daryl fucked me from behind for several minutes before pushing me forwards again. I arched my back and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I moaned as he weaved his fingers in my hair and took control over my body. He spanked me again and it sent me over the edge, making me come again. He then flipped me over again and I looked up at him. He bent down and smashed his lips into mine, and I cupped his face with my hand. He then entered me again, and I moaned as his length filled me up. He leaned back and breathed deeply, and barely slowed his pace before pounding into me again.
"Oh fuck, goddamn Daryl." I moaned and tossed my head against the bed.
Daryl then grabbed my throat again, and I made eye contact with him. He leaned forwards and I placed my hand on his arm he was choking me with, and he looked into my eyes.
"Look at you." Daryl moaned and glanced down at my breasts and body. "So fucking good."
"Don't stop." I panted.
"Louder." Daryl ordered and brushed his thumb over my lips.
"Don't stop." I said again and moaned his name out loud. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
"Oh, fuck Kell." Daryl said as he kept eye contact with me.
"Yes, yes, fuck me." I moaned. "Just like that."
"Like that?" Daryl said and started going faster and harder, and then tightened his grip around my throat.
I swallowed and nodded, and then gasped for air as he thrusted deeply into me again.
"Shit, Kell." Daryl groaned, and I knew that he finally came.
We were too distracted, and angry, and mesmerized as we both reached our climax and Daryl thrusted deeper into me. My legs were shaking from my incredible orgasm, and I felt Daryl's cock still twitching inside me.
"Fucking shit... holy shit." Daryl grunted as he finished, and I rode out my orgasm on his cock.
Daryl then let go of my throat, and pulled himself out of me, and I took a deep relieving breath. Daryl then collapsed on the bed next to me and we both stared up at the ceiling.
The storm was raging outside and strikes of lightning sparsely lit up the room. It was quiet except for the thunder and rain hitting the window panes, and that's when I looked over at Daryl. He was already looking at me, and the flash of lightning exposed our faces to each other. In that moment, we still felt angry, still hurt, and just plain stupid. Yet, at the same time, we felt that same love we had shared years ago.