Cowboy

23) Live or Die

MAJOR SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!!! WE GOT SOME HARDCORE DARYL ACTION THIS TIME YALL!!!

Dale had convinced Rick to give him a day to talk to everyone before they killed the boy. They were going to meet back up at sunset to make a final decision.

Alicia and Daryl were sitting in their tent. She was bent over his hands, cleaning him up.

"There you go." She smiled, looking at the cleaned wounds. "It's not bad enough to need bandages or anything. You'll be alright."

Daryl nodded, leaning over to kiss her. "About our little conversation from before..."

She smirked, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. "You need those twenty minutes now?" She asked.

He nodded, pushing her down so he was hovering over her. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You're not gonna be talking all that big game for long. You're about to get your shit rocked."

"Oh is that so?" She sassed back. "We'll see about that Dixon."

He smirked, kissing her hard on the lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, winning the battle over dominance.

Alicia moaned as she felt his hand slip into her waistband. "Shh shh." He grinned. "Don't want them hearing again do we?"

She clamped her eyes closed as his fingers began to rub her clit. "Fuck, Daryl." She groaned, arching her back.

He smirked, slipping a finger inside of her, pumping in and out at an extremely slow pace. "That feel good Darlin'?"

She nodded, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he slipped another finger in, curling them just right. "Fuck."

He kissed around her collarbone, continuing to pick up the pace as he fingered her. He placed his free hand on her throat, squeezing just enough to make her a little dizzy.

"Daryl." She breathed. "Daryl I'm close." Her breath was ragged and her voice was quiet and weak.

"Not yet." He said, removing his hand. She gasped, blood rushing back to her head as he let go.

"Please." She whined, writhing from the loss of contact. "Daryl." She pulled on his arm, desperate for more.

He smirked, loving the way she came undone under him. He loved how he could make her feel so damn good.

"What's that?" He smirked, unbuckling his belt. He watched as she did the same, sliding down her pants. "I don't understand you."

"Please." She whispered, leaning up to kiss him. "Fuck... don't make me wait."

He grinned, pulling down his boxers. "Please what Darlin'?"

She tugged on his hair, pulling him on top of her. "Please fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." He said, sliding into her. He groaned at the feeling of her around him. "Fuck."

He began to pump in and out of her, quickening his pace until he had her bucking her hips underneath him. "Don't stop." She moaned. "God. Don't stop."

He chuckled, kissing her neck. "Didn't plan on it." He grunted.

Alicia's finger nails dug into his back as she neared her climax. "I'm close." She whispered.

"Me too." He grunted, pulling her close to him, kissing her on her lips. "Fuck you feel so good."

Daryl watched as Alicia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her muscles tensing. He felt her walls clench around them before she relaxed, riding out her high.

He thrusted into her one more time before releasing as well.

He pulled out, laying beside her.

She laughed, grabbing his hand. "You definitely rocked my shit."

"That was the plan."

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Daryl and Alicia sat outside of their tent. Alicia was sharpening her knife and Daryl was doing something with his arrows.

They had been having a nice conversation until Dale started walking towards them. Daryl whole demeanor changed.

"The whole point of me coming up here is to get away from you people." He sighed, looking at Dale.

"Gonna take more than that." Dale chuckled, sitting down beside Alicia.

"Carol send you?" Daryl had told Alicia about she was always trying to thank him for looking for Sophia. Alicia thought it was sweet.

"Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, your new role in the group." Dale raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, man, I don't need my head shrunk. This group's broken." Daryl sat down his arrow. "Ali and I are better off fending for ourselves."

Even though Daryl was being a little bit of a dick, it was nice that he included her in his plans.

"You act like you don't care about anyone in this group bedside Alicia." Dale scoffed.

"Yeah... it's cause I don't."

"So live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?" Dale asked.

"Nope."

"Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?" Dale tried to win him over.

"Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch." He chuckled.

"Daryl." Alicia hissed.

He looked to her before sighing. "Whatever Alicia decides... I'll stand behind her on that."

"Your opinion matters." Dale told him.

"Man, ain't nobody looking at me for nothing." He scoffed.

"I am." Alicia spoke up. Daryl met her eyes, a flurry of emotions flashing through for a second before disappearing.

"Me too." Dale nodded. "Right now. And you obviously... You have Rick's ear."

"Rick just looks to Shane. Let him." Daryl shook his head.

"You cared about what happened to Sofia. Cared what it meant to the group. Torturing people? That isn't you. You're a decent man. So is Rick.
Shane... He's different." Dale went on.

"Whys that? Cause he killed Otis?" Daryl looked up.

"He tell you that?" Dale asked.

"He told some story, How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid. If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna. It's like I said...Group's broken." Daryl sighed.

Dale looked to Alicia. "What about you?" He asked.

"I don't think we should kill him." She sighed. She looked over to Daryl who just nodded. "As for Shane... I've never trusted him. Daryl and I think he and Lori had an affair."

Dale nodded, standing up. "I'm glad I've got you on my side."