Daryl Dixon is barely existing. His brother is making his life miserable and he has no place to live except in his old blue pickup truck. He has a part-time job that he enjoys, but it's only a few days week and that's not enough. When he gets a text...
It was a while before Daryl and Emma had the time alone they needed. Rick had done a survey of their food supplies and became alarmed on how low they really were. The daily scavenging trips were not bringing in much at all. He decided he wanted three teams to go out for anywhere from three to five days to search for supplies. This was not the long trips that Heath did with a partner or two, but shorter overnight trips so they could go farther out, but still not be gone too long.
Rick wanted Daryl included in one of these teams. Normally Daryl would not have a problem going, but he didn't want to leave Emma. It was a selfish reason, but in the end, Daryl put the greater good of the community first. Glenn didn't feel comfortable leaving Maggie yet, and Daryl knew that this was more important than him just wanting to not leave Emma alone. She would be fine.
"How long are you going to be gone?" Emma asked him.
"A couple days could be more. Rick wants me on a team, especially since Glenn isn't going. He doesn't want to leave Maggie just yet, and I don't blame him. I don't want to leave you, but that's for an entirely different reason," Daryl told her.
"And what's that?" she purred leaning into him.
"Me wanting to get to know you and your two friends again, that's why," he growled into her ear.
Emma giggled and rubbed her chest against his. Daryl was about to smash his mouth down on hers when Carl and Enid walked in the front door. Instead, Daryl shifted so that from the waist down he was hidden by the kitchen counter. His body's response to her purposefully pressing up against him was immediate and hard. There was no way he wanted Carl or especially Enid to see the stiff dick that was clearly visible in his pants. Emma slipped out of his arms and went back to work on the meals she was preparing. She couldn't hold back the big smile she had on her face.
"What so funny, Emma?" Carl asked.
"Just Daryl. He's having a hard time with something that I thought was funny."
"Anything I can help you with?" Carl innocently asked.
Daryl gave Carl a look that clearly said his help wasn't needed. "Okay, no problem," Carl replied. He and Enid headed towards the stairs. "Geez, all I did was offer to help," they heard him say to Enid.
Emma burst out laughing after the teens went up the stairs. She had to wipe away the tears because she was laughing so hard.
"So you think this is funny, don't you?" Daryl said his voice low and deadly.
Emma knew he was all for show. "Got a problem, Mr. Dixon?" she asked turning towards him.
He moved right up to her so that they were practically touching. "Yep I sure do, and it's all your fault. Now I'm going to go upstairs and take a cold shower so I can get rid of this..." he looked down at his pants where his erection was still clearly visible. "...big problem. Then I'm packing my bag and getting the hell out of here before you tempt me anymore." Daryl turned to head up to his room. He took a couple steps away from her before turning back and standing directly behind her.
Daryl whispered in Emma's ear, "When I get back, we've got business to take care of." He kissed her neck and was gone, leaving Emma wanting so much more. She would be lonely without him as she was still felt like a newcomer to the group, but it would give her a reason get to know everyone better. She and Daryl tended to isolate themselves too much at times. They were falling back into old habits.
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