Little Grimes

sixteen

It's been months since Daryl and I walked away from our group. We searched for Sophia for days and found nothing to indicate she was still alive. I lost hope on finding her. On finding Rick and Carl.

We made our way back to the highway hours later after we left and the group was no where to be found. The cars were gone and all was left was the smudge print of "Sophia and Maeve, stay here" that was written on a car windshield.

I pace back and forth on the porch of an old farmhouse Daryl and I found until it wasn't safe anymore.

A cigarette between my fingers and now my lips. I breathe in the toxic chemicals, trying to calm my nerves.

We have been moving all winter with no sigh of our group. It was a rough winter and it ended in a lot of tears from my side.

Daryl got upset with me a few times for wandering off or not checking my surroundings well enough. I have started to feel like I'm losing my mind.

I flick the last of the cigarette's ashes and throw it on the ground.

I walk through the white doors of the house where Daryl is waiting for me inside.

Daryl has set a can of peaches out for us with a bottle of water. We got lucky with this farmhouse. There was a pantry down in the basement filled with cans of food. There were also a few cases of water.

I wipe off my hands before sitting across from Daryl at the table. He barely looks at me as he hands me a fork.

I take the cold metal from him, our fingers grazing each others. His touch still makes me nervous.

I take a few bites of the peaches, not taking my eyes off of Daryl. His hair has grown out some and he has more of a rugged look.

He's even more attractive to me now. I'm not sure if it's because I haven't seen another man in months or I really am falling for this man.

"Daryl?" I speak softly.

He glances over at me but doesn't say anything.

I push my seat back. I wince at the scrap from the chair and floor coming together.

I walk over to Daryl. He turns in his seat so that he's facing me and grabs the back of my thighs. I'm pulled onto his lap and I breathe in his scent of sweat and woods.

My hands fall onto his chest and I look at him with desperation present in my eyes.

His blue eyes become dark with lust.

Daryl's pov

I want to take away every ounce of pain Maeve Grimes feels. I have a hard time expressing myself through words. Maeve has tried to talk to me many times and I cannot get out what I truly feel.

Instead of speaking the words my mouth cannot seem to say, I show her. I show her how much I love her. I cover her body with my lips to express how much she means to me. I take away her pain with my hands. It distracts her when my body is pressed against hers. It distracts me just the same.

There are no words to describe how much this woman means to me. Her soft touch is enough to keep me grounded. Her voice keeps me present in this shitty world.

We survive together. We have survived together for months. Just her and I.

I lay her down on the wooden table. Her back is pressed against the cool wood and I waste no time connecting my lips to hers.

Her lips press against mine like they were molded together. She lets me slip my tongue passed her lips almost immediately. Our lips fight for dominance as my hands grip her waist. She squirms under me, already desperate for me.

I pull away for just enough time to slip her shirt over her head.

The black lacy bra she wears, only for me, is exposed. I kiss her bare skin and lick down her stomach. I can tell she's get excited for me the more she moves underneath me.

Small whimpers escape her lips, driving me absolutely crazy as they do. I use my teeth to unbutton her jeans. She gasps once I begin tugging the denim material down her waist. She lifts her hips up to make it easier for me.

Once her jeans are off, I throw them to the side. I take a moment to admire the woman below me. The woman who is only this way for me.

I've been with women before but never like this. Never with someone who meant this way to me. Nothing gets me off more than getting her off.

So that is exactly what I do. I take my time with my girl. I study every part of her. I take notice of everything she likes. She loves the way I use my tongue to flick her clit as my fingers curl inside her. She loves the way my hand wraps around her neck as my dick pounds into her. She loves when I grunt in her ear as I'm cumming inside her and filling her up with me.

She loves me. Daryl fucking Dixon. The unlovable red neck.