Among the Unknown: A Daryl Dixon fanfic

Chapter 22: Non-Existant Zombies

Taylor's P.O.V:

Oh my god!

    That's all I could think as Daryl kneeled on one knee, asking me to marry him. Thoughts immediately flooded through my head, mostly a jumble of curse words, "Oh my god!"'s, and loud "Yes!"'s.

  Daryl continued to look at me, I stared into his eyes and wiped away tears that were forming. He just asked me marry him!!

"Yes! Yes! A million times yes!" I blurted out, I couldn't seem to control my excitement as I jumped into his arms right when he stood up. He caught me and fell back a few steps, causing both of us to laugh.

    Then... I heard claps... I looked up not expecting to see the entire group standing outside the cell cheering for us once again.

"Tha hell?" Daryl mumbled before turning around catching sight of everyone while still holding me in his arms. He blushed and hid his face in my neck,

"Did you tell them?"

"No, they musta heard." He mumbled, as he started planting cool kisses down my neck.

    Everyone fanned out after that, seeing as we needed our privacy.

"How 'bout a shower?" He asked, he pulled away from my neck and gave a cute wink. I nodded and jumped down.

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    We headed to the farthest shower in the large bathroom, which Daryl had "adopted" as our shower. I chuckled lightly at the thought and began to strip of my clothes.

    The faucet clicked on telling me Daryl was ready. I turned around to catch the sight of Daryl's back muscles flexing as he wet his hair. The water hitting his back, dripping in perfect beads all the way down his body.

    I walked over and gently touched his back, feeling the pushed up skin of his scars. He tensed under my fingers,

"It's okay..." I whispered, tracing my index finger down every scar, one by one. There were three large ones that started at the top of his shoulders going down to the middle of his back, while the thinner ones were lower on his back, ending right about where the top of his pants would be.

  One scar that was exceptionally larger than the rest was right in the middle, running along his spine. The skin was white, lined a light pink along the sides. It made me cringe thinking how bad that must have hurt, and at that pain being inflicted upon my Daryl.

"It's okay.." I whispered again as I softly kissed his shoulder. He turned around and kissed me lightly before pulling away, giving me a sad smile.

    I jumped up on my tippy-toes, engulfing his lips in a kiss that told him nothing but "I love you!". He responded immediately, slipping his tongue into my mouth making me moan softy. I pushed my body closer to his, wanting to feel his touch more than anything.

"We can't." He huffed after pulling away.

"Yes we can, it's safe. I... I asked Herschel when you went to the bathroom. He said it would speed along the process and help the production." He stared at me intently, taking in the information.

"Ye asked Herschel 'bout tha'?" I nodded nervously, hoping he wasn't mad. His straight face slowly turned into a devilish smirk. He was happy! He swooped me up, wrapping my legs around his torso and holding me against the wall.

"Well, I guess we could, if it'll help tha baby!" He said sarcastically, crashing his lips onto mine. I could soon feel his hardness between my thighs that just made me even more wet.

      He lined himself up and slowly sunk into me. I moaned, laying my head back against the cold shower wall. I don't know what it is but Daryl can make me feel things no one else could do. I finally feel wanted being with him, I feel whole again.

  Daryl kept up a slow gentle pace that was soon driving me crazy. Though it was slower, it was still extremely raw and passionate. The air around us seemed to be steaming intensely as our sweating bodies rocked up against one another's.

"God, I love ya.." Daryl growled, thrusting deeper into me yet still being gentle.

"I love you to.." I panted, latching my arms tighter around his neck as he took me, enjoying the rest of the shower with him...

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Daryl's P.O.V:

  Taylor and I had just finished our shower and were dressing ourselves when we heard yells and screams from outside of the bathroom. I shot my head at Taylor seeing her frozen form standing beside me.

"It's alright.." I quickly slipped my shirt over my head before rushing to the door. Before I could even touch the handle, the door flew open following a disgruntled Rick,

"There's a cluster of walkers against the fence making it give in! We have to stop it!!" He yelled, running out to help the others. Taylor and I both were on our toes, grabbing at our clothes and weapons and heading out of the prison within a matter of minutes.

"Grab one!!" I yelled to Taylor, there was a bin filled with pointy ended pipes that we use to stab the walkers through the fence. I snatched one up before plunging it into a rotten head through the wired fence.

    There had to have been hundreds of them all gathered in this one area. More seemed to be pouring in from the woods be none of stopped, we continued to fight for what was ours.

"There's too many!!" Taylor screamed, she had two pipes, one in each hand and was stabbing geeks left and right.

"Jus' keeping going!" Rick growled, he was taking large panels of wood and placing them at an angle to keep the fence from falling, while we stuck to the killing.

  This went on for about half an hour, there were still just as much walkers as there were when we first started. What the hell was attracting them?!

    Before I even had time to finish my thoughts, I noticed more movement behind all the walkers. There was a pathway being created as the walkers fell limp.

"Come on Sasha!!" A deep voice boomed, I wasn't the only one that noticed the voice. Everyone else had turned their heads in the same direction, searching for the voice again.

    Dozens upon dozens fell limp and the cluster started to thin down. I noticed now there was two people outside of the fence hacking away at the geeks. They had long swords and seemed to be pretty accustomed to using it.

"Please! Let us in!!" The woman yelled, Rick immediately ran to open the gate as they followed, running toward it.

    We ran over to Rick and to meet our rescuers. All of us were either breathing hard or out of breath from the difficult job we just did.

"What's your names?" Rick asked, he kept his hand hovering close to his gun in case he needed it.

"I'm Tyreese, and this is my sister Sasha." The man huffed, he was fairly large. Built like a brick shit house! The woman was a bit masculine yet lean.

"Tyreese, Sasha, I'm Rick Grimes. We can't thank you enough for doing that for us!" He said, they both nodded,

"No, no, you guys seemed to be in quite a ton of trouble. Thought we'd help out." Sasha spoke up this time as she glanced around at all of us. Rick nodded,

"Well, you guys just earned you a place to stay if you need it."

"That would be great! Thank you!" Tyreese beamed, we showed them the way back to the prison and got them their own cells.

    They seemed to be nice people but I just couldn't tell if I could trust them yet. I know Taylor sure did like them, her and Sasha clicked immediately and started up just chattering away like this wasn't even an apocalypse.

    Sometimes that amazes me how he can do that, just forget everything that's going on and just relax. That's easier said than done...