Ruin Me So You Can Save Yourself (Daryl Dixon X Male OC)

78. Not Your Choice

Samuel Dixon

Deanna threw a welcome party so everyone can get to know everyone and it was nice. Just talk to people like normal, have a glass or three of whiskey and just have a nice night. Though I run away early for several reasons, first of all if I stay I keep drinking which I don't want to do, second of all I wanted to take a shower again while no one was at the house, and last but not least I'm horny and I was hoping to find Daryl. I thought he was at the house, but he wasn't, he wasn't anywhere to be seen the whole day.

Whatever.

Laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling is a pretty good occupation too. Knowing that you're okay, that you're safe. No need to sleep in full gear just in case, no need to keep a gun under your pillow. I can just lay here, straight out of a hot shower, warm and cozy on a soft bed, naked. Or almost naked, if we don't count the towel around my hips.

I open my eyes when I hear click of the opening door and see Daryl walk in, he doesn't notice me since I barely move and lights are off but I see him.

"What are you doing here?" I speak up and Daryl jumps in his place startles, his eyes slide across the room before stopping on my form on the bed.

"Thought you were at the party." He murmurs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head.

"That's why you decided to sneak into my room?" I ask, a smile playing on my lips.

"I... um... yeah." He sighs, sounding like a kid caught with a hand in a cookie jar and I chuckle.

"What's up?" I ask as I push myself to sit up and look at Daryl who still stands in the doorway. "You been to the party?"

"Nah. No. I... wanted to go but... couldn't."

"Then we're you were?"

"Well..." He starts as he steps towards me slowly. "Aaron asked me to join him and Rad at the dinner."

"Ah. Look at you making friends." I grin and when he was close enough I grab him by his hips and pull him closer so he stands between my legs.

"Yeah. And they gave me a bike to work on and Aaron said he wants me to recruit people with him." He says and I nod along then rest my chin against his chest, staring up at him.

"Nice." I murmur and take a deep inhale.

Wait a fucking minute.

I push myself up from the bed and stick my nose into the crook of his neck breathing in. He smells of shampoo, soap or whatever he was using it smells really good.

"You took a shower." I murmur, moving my nose along the side of his neck.

"Mhm." Daryl hums his hands come to rest on my waist, sensation rough skin of his calloused fingers sends goosebumps across my skin.

"You're adorable." I chuckle and turn my head licking up the side of his face.

"Do you always lick people or I'm a special case?" He grumbles and wipes his cheek against his shoulder.

"I wanted to know if you taste as good as you smell." I smile

"Weirdo." He mutters.

"I'm not the one who bites."

"It was once."

"More than once and I still have a scar from it." I chuckle, shaking my head..

Daryls face falls a little. "You do?"

"A small one. It's nothing." I shrug my shoulders but Daryl looks genuinely worried as he slides his hands up my chest and circles my shoulders. There's no way he could feel that scar under his hands, it's not that noticeable. "Hey, hey." I say and then cup side of his face, making him look into my eyes. "It's fine."