Maeve Grimes is the younger sister of Rick Grimes. She developed a secret relationship with her brother's best friend but what happens when an apocalypse hits? Her world comes crashing down and there to catch her is none other than Daryl Dixon.
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I'm taken aback when Daryl walks out of Aaron and Eric's house. I stop in my tracks as he walks down the steps and straight to me. He waste no time pressing his lips against mine. I smile into the kiss. Is that spaghetti?
"You taste delicious," I point out once he pulls away.
"Eric and Aaron invited me to dinner," he explains.
"Did you bring me any?" I ask, only teasing.
He surprises me by showing me a container of spaghetti from behind his back, "of course."
"I knew I loved you for a reason."
He grabs my hand and pulls me to the house that Rick finally agreed to let us have. We each got to split up into multiple houses. Daryl and I chose the one next to Rick, Michonne, Carl, and Judith.
It's the farthest away from everyone.
"I have been wanting to fuck you in a bed again. And a shower. Actually, everywhere," he says full of lust.
My jaw drops. I love Daryl like this. He's always so unsure of most things except when it comes to sex. He knows what he wants and what I want.
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After a long night of Daryl fucking me in every room possible, I lay behind him him as he curls up with the blanket. I kiss the side of his head and curl up against him.
My thoughts wander to every position he put me in. I worship this man more than I can even express. I feel so connected to him when our bodies combine. He can go from bending me over a counter to kissing every part of my body, making me feel loved.
Daryl can be such an ass but when no one is around, he's so tender with me.
He turns to his other side to face me, "Your ex is back."
I nod, "yes he is."
"I trust you but if he lays a hand on you, I won't hesitate to put another bullet in his head."
I let out a small laugh, "I agree with you."
"How do you feel about him being here?" He asks, taking a strand of my hair.
"I'm confused and scared," I admit, "I'm in between being happy that he's who he was before all of this and being scared that he will turn back into who he was after this."
"Don't leave me, okay?" He asks so quietly that I almost didn't hear.
"Never," I whisper in his ear before pressing my head against his chest.
We fall asleep like this, cuddled up against each other. His arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me against him.
There's a knock against the bedroom door that stirs me awake. Daryl is still asleep. I quietly get up from the bed and wrap a blanket around my shoulders. I open the door to reveal Carl.
"Hey," I say softly, stepping out and shutting the door behind me.
"I need advice," He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me downstairs.
I can smell coffee filling the downstairs, "how long have you been here?"
"Long enough to make you coffee so you aren't mad that I woke you," he says, dragging me into the kitchen.
I laugh as he hands me the already made cup of coffee. I take it from him and sit on a bar stool, "how can I assist you?"
"There's a girl here," he begins.
"Edith, right?"
"It's Enid," he corrects me, "anyway. I like her like a lot."
"And?"
"She's dating Ron, Jessie's son." he states.
"Jessie is the one that cut your dad's hair?" I ask, trying to make sure I get all the facts.
"Yes."
"That's definitely a tough one," I tell him honestly.
"I just don't want to be seen as Shane," He admits.
"You'll never be like him," I frown, "Shane slept with his best friend's wife. You don't even know Ron and you guys are just kids."
"I don't feel like a kid."
"I know you don't but please never compare yourself to Shane. That entire situation was messed up."
He sighs and nods, "I know it was and he doesn't even remember it."
"It's frustrating, right? All the pain he caused and he doesn't even remember it."
