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

S8Pt13 - When My Plan Backfires (smut⚠️)

It was the next morning already, and Daryl and I spent the night coming up with a plan. We decided that the next time we see Eugene come outside, we'd kill any Saviors around him, capture him, and keep him captive to make more bullets for us instead of Negan. We've kept a close eye of Eugene inside of the Sanctuary, and it was only a matter of time now.
Daryl snuck around the outside of the Sanctuary and I followed him, and we approached the door the Saviors and Eugene was using last night. I hid behind the front of one of the trucks, and Daryl ducked behind the corner of the building. Only a few minutes passed when we heard the door open, and I peeked through the windows of the truck and saw it was Eugene and two Saviors.
Daryl then snuck out from around the corner, and I knew this was our only chance. Daryl aimed his crossbow and shot the Savior in front of Eugene in the head, and then I ran up and stabbed the last Savior in the back, and then stabbed him in the head so he wouldn't turn.
I then looked up, and Eugene was trying to back-step and make a run for the door, but I aimed my gun at him. He froze and held up his hands, and Daryl ran up to him and grabbed his back by the shirt. Daryl held a gun up to Eugene's head, and I pulled a bag he was carrying off of his shoulder. Without any words spoken, Daryl pushed Eugene forwards and we ran away from the Compound.

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Daryl was leading the way back to the Hilltop and I was walking next to Eugene. We had already tied Eugene's hands together, so we put our weapons away since we knew Eugene wasn't a real threat to us. It was a silent walk until Eugene started talking.
"I can't help but suspect that the reason I'm being taken alive is, despite... what completely warranted bad blood exists between us, you still harbor a vestigial nostalgia for our erstwhile camaraderie. And in light of that, I'm willing to just shut my grub flap and give you your space until you see such a time as you're ready to break the ice, one traveling companion—" Eugene started to say, but Daryl had enough of it.
Daryl spun around and held his knife in his hand, and started pushing Eugene backwards and held the blade up to his mouth.
"Shut your mouth before I cut your tongue out." Daryl growled at him.
I put my hand on Daryl's arm and tried to hold him back, but he began pushing through me to get to Eugene.
"Okay." I raised my voice at them. "All right."
Daryl shoved Eugene then let him go, and I pulled them apart. I stared at Eugene with threatening eyes, and then I looked back at Daryl who was still holding his knife out.
"We got to keep going." I told Daryl. "They have to be out looking for him by now."
Daryl just looked over me and at Eugene with a deadly glare. Daryl then huffed and turned around, and kept on walking.
"Thank you." Eugene's panicked voice said from behind me. "I—"
"Shut up." I then said, and turned around to face him. "Let's go."
I grabbed his arm and pulled him forwards, and had him start walking in front of me, and we continued to follow Daryl. I started walking next to Eugene again, and he looked down at me, and I glared at him. I caught him staring at the scar on my face and I looked away from him.
"When I told Negan I made the bullet, it was to save your life." Eugene said. "I didn't think. I just acted on your behalf."
"I never asked you to do that. When I shot that bullet at him, that was on me. Not you." I said through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm but my blood was beginning to boil.
"After that, I fully expected the crack of the bat to be the last thing I heard, but that didn't happen. And then I thought they would torture me. But they didn't. They gave me a chance to live." Eugene said. "They gave you a choice too, but you decided not to reap in the benefits."
"Benefits?" I scoffed and looked at Eugene. "How about this, you get a dick shoved up your ass and tell me how beneficial that is for you." I said.
Daryl then automatically stopped and turned around, and Eugene stopped moving. Daryl then stared at me, and I could see all the pain that was hidden behind his eyes once I mentioned the rape.
"And— and, and I tried to resist." Eugene cautiously continued speaking. "I tried to rise above my biological imperative, but that is not who I am."
"Oh I know who you are... You're the reason they were  able to escape the Sanctuary. Everything that's happened since then... Losing Alexandria, the fight at the Hilltop, and everyone's who's died... like Carl... that's on you." I said.
"I want you to know that when I found out about young Carl's unfortunate untimely death, my condolences went out to y'all. He was a nice kid, I was fond of him." Eugene said.
"I lost my son, over all of this shit with Negan and the Saviors... so the least the can do is shut the fuck up and walk." I demanded.
I then pushed Eugene forwards again, and we just kept walking. We walked down a gravel road that was a shortcut to the main road. It was quiet once again, but then Eugene kept on talking.
"You know, Rick's the one who pushed us all to take the Saviors on. He's the one who jumped headlong into this shit-storm with no waders." Eugene said, and him saying that about Rick pissed me off even more.
I instantly pulled out my pistol and turned around, holding the gun barrel underneath his chin. Eugene gasped and I pushed the gun harder against his skin, and Daryl turned around to watch me. My finger was hovering over the trigger, and I felt my anger rising.
"You're selfish, and you're a coward, and you're a traitor. You turned your back on the only friends you ever had. Shooting you in the head right here would actually make the world a better place." I said and glared at him, then lowered my gun. "But Carl's dying wish was to stop fighting, to stop killing, and try to make a life for ourselves. So I'm not going to kill you. Not because I give a rat's ass about you, but because that's what my son asked of me. You are just a pawn for us, for them. No one gives a shit about you, we just need what's in there."
I then raised my gun and pushed it against his head and he flinched when the barrel touched his skin. I walked closer with the gun still against his head, and he cowered backwards.
"You are going to be thrown in the darkest hole we can find, and the only time you'll see the light of day is when we need you to teach us how to do something. So don't worry, you'll still get what you want. You'll live." I said and started nodding my head. "But we're going to force you to actually do something useful with your pathetic life!"
I then yanked on his arm and pulled him forwards, making him trip over his feet. He then gained his balance afterwards and walked forwards in silence. We walked along the road, cut through an alleyway, and were now in the middle of an empty town. We were walking down the sidewalks back to our parked car, only to see a group of ten or fifteen walkers surrounding our car.
"They must've heard us pull up." Daryl looked back and said to me. "I got it. Watch him."
Daryl then walked forwards and the walkers noticed him, and I stayed back with Eugene. Daryl was careful as he took down the walkers, and I kept an eye on both of them. I then heard gagging coming from behind me, and I turned around only for Eugene to turn around and vomit on my shirt.
He then began to run away, and turned around the corner. I followed him and came face to face with two walkers. I knocked one down with my gun and stabbed the other with my blade. I saw Eugene duck down and crawl through a hole in a fence, and I began shooting my gun at him, but he was already gone.
"Fuck." I muttered.
A hand then grabbed my ankle, and it was the walker I knocked down. I lowered my gun and dropped my arm, slicing through the walkers head and it's blood sprayed on my boots.
"The hell happened?" Daryl asked as he ran up behind me.
"He's running." I said and reloaded my gun, then looked back at Daryl. "Let's go."
I lead the way, following where Eugene crawled through the fence and it lead us to a clearing behind the buildings that was filled with piles of ash and bones. I then saw a foot tracks in the ash and started jogging forwards.
"He couldn't have got far." Daryl said as he jogged behind me. "Come on.
"We can't let him get back to them." I then said, looking around every corner we ran past. "If you see him, blow that pig's head off!"
We continued to search the town and after looking through almost everything, we came to the conclusion that Eugene was gone. Daryl decided to turn in and get us back to Hilltop before it was too late.
We were walking down the sidewalk back to the car, but I was pissed off. I stopped walking and stared down at my shirt still covered in Eugene's vomit.
"God damn it!" I said and kicked a trash can that was on the sidewalk.
I kicked it one more time before Daryl stopped walking, and turned around to watch me. I just sighed and kept on walking until we reached the car. I sat in the passengers seat and Daryl got in the drivers seat, and we got real quiet. I then began punching the dash with my fist and yelled out all my frustration and anger. Daryl just watched me until he saw my knuckles start bleeding, and then he pinned my hand against my legs. I stopped freaking out and just sat there, trying to catch my breath and stop myself from crying.
"I'm sorry, I just..." I said and blew out air. "I really thought we were gonna do something. Now, I just fucked it up."
"You didn't fuck it up." Daryl said and slowly let go of my wrist, but I just shook my head and looked outside the window. "Hey, you at least tried, right? That's better than nothing."
I just sighed and looked back over at him, and saw him glance down at my shirt. He then held out his arm and waved his hand towards my bag, and I gave it to him.
"Take that off." Daryl said as he searched through my bag.
I sighed as I took off the shirt, and the tank top underneath, and tossed in out the window. I took off my blade from my prosthetic as I waited, and Daryl handed me a new tank top. I held the shirt in my hand and before I put it on, I noticed Daryl staring at my chest. I just sat there, knowing what Daryl was thinking about, and I couldn't help but think the same thing. It's been a long time since me and Daryl have been alone together, and here we were, alone in the car.
I then reached my hand over and grabbed his pants, feeling his manhood underneath the fabric. His eyes darted up towards my eyes, and I just looked at him. I felt him through his pants and he closed his eyes in pleasure.
"Daryl..." I then whispered.
Daryl instantly brought back the seat and reclined it, and I knew what that meant. I instantly moved over to sit on top of Daryl in the drivers seat. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on my seat, and then I sat down on top of him. Daryl instantly pulled my face in and smashed my lips against his. I moaned as I found bliss from his lips and how it felt when he kissed my mouth and my neck. He began to kiss my chest and softly bite the top of my breasts, and I leaned forwards to get my breasts closer to his mouth.
Daryl ran his hands up and down my sides as he continued kissing my chest. I felt something hard in Daryl's pants, and began unbuckling his belt. He then began unbuttoning my pants and slid them down my thighs. I yanked on his pants and pulled them down to his knees, and followed through with his underwear. I instantly pulled mine to the side and lowered myself down on top of him, wanting to feel him inside me.
We groaned at the same time, and I flipped my hair to the side so I could looking into Daryl's eyes. He rested his hands on my hips as I bounced up and down his length.
"Oh god." I breathed.
Daryl then leaned forwards and kissed me as I rode him. He then wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me closer to him so our skin was touching.
"Ooohhh." I moaned against his chest.
"God, Kell.." He moaned and then grabbed my thigh with one of his hands. "I've missed you." He whispered in my ear.
I hid my face in the crook of his neck just so he wouldn't see the tear that was sliding down my cheek. Daryl then groaned as I started rocking my hips forwards and back, creating the much needed friction we were missing. Daryl held tightly onto my thigh and I moaned out his name as I felt nothing but bliss in this moment.
"I'm—" I moaned and threw back my head, then pushed myself up on his chest. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna—" I panted, but couldn't finish my sentence.
Daryl then took over by grabbing my hips again and pounding himself into me, making my body go limp. I closed my eyes as Daryl quickened his pace, and hit my hand weakly on his chest.
"Ooohhhh." I dragged out my moan and used my hand to grabbed a fistful of Daryl hair, and then leaned back down on his chest.
I breathed against his neck and Daryl groaned, and his thrust helped me reach my climax. I moaned in his ear and rocked back and forth to ride out my orgasm. He then pulled himself out after my orgasm, and finished himself.
We took a minute to regather ourselves, and I took in a much needed breath. I then hovered above Daryl so I could pull my pants up, and he did too. I then sat back down and grabbed my shirt from the seat and put it on. I also gave Daryl his shirt which he put back on too. I then realized my eyes were still watering, and I wiped the remaining tears away. Daryl noticed and instantly sat up. He placed a hand on my waist and the other hovered over my cheek, as he was unsure of what to do.
"Shit, Kell, you cryin'?" He asked softly.
I just shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair, and then sniffled my nose. "I'm— I'm okay.. just.." I said but shook my head again and sighed.
"Did I do something..?" Daryl then asked, but I didn't respond, and he got real quiet. "Oh, shit Kell," Daryl then said and shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't of—"
"No. No, no, it's not that." I then said, cupping Daryl's cheek with my hand, and then looked into his eyes. "It's not that baby. You're fine."
I knew what he was thinking about, and honestly I couldn't blame him. Still, I knew he was thinking about the rape, and that somehow he thought he forced me into having sex with him just now. I saw he was still upset at himself, and I shook my head again, then turned his head to face me.
"Daryl, honey, you didn't do anything bad. It wasn't like that, at all." I said, and he just stared into my eyes. "I promise, you were good. It was so good .." I said and managed a small smile for him.
"Then why were you cryin'?" He asked me and held my face with both of his hands.
I sighed and rested my hand on top of his, and then gently kissed his palm. I rested my cheek against his hand and sighed, then looked back at him. I loved when it was just me and him together, spending time with each other, not having to worry about anything. But I knew this wasn't gonna last forever.
"Because," I said and kissed his palm again, taking in the moment. "I missed you, too... I've missed us, and this." I said.
Daryl just sighed and nodded, and then caressed both of my cheeks, and I kept eye contact with him.
"Can you promise me we'll be okay?" I then asked him. "That after this, we'll still be like this?"
Daryl then nodded and pulled me close, kissing my lips softly, and I kissed him back. I moved my hand to his hair and wrapped my arms around him, and he held me tight after our kiss.
"I promise Kell." Daryl said.
I just nodded and then pulled away, and hesitantly sat back down in the passengers seat. I looked out the window as Daryl readjusted his seat and started the car. He then grabbed my hand and I looked over at him.
"We should head back. Let Maggie know." Daryl said and sighed.
I nodded, and looked down at our hands, and he brought our arms up to kiss the back of my hand. I kissed the back of his hand too, and we stared at each other in silence.
"Okay." I then said to break the silence, and lowered our hands. "Let's go."
Daryl let go of my hand to shift gears, and then grabbed it again, and rested our intertwined fingers in his lap. Now, it was just a silent drive back to the Hilltop.