Dixon's Wife / Lana Dixon

Shot down

Daryl and I sat in front of the same old White House. Daryl's arm sat lazily around my shoulder and my head lay against his chest. He took another puff of his cigarette.

"Wan a drag?" He asked looking down at me. I nodded. He brought the cigarette down to my lips and I took a large breath; inhaling a mass of smoke into my lungs. He took back the cigarette. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at me. I let the smoke slowly leave my mouth. It rose gently into the air; then I blew the remaining smoke into his face. When the smoke cleared he was greeted with my smiling face. We were in our own little world. He kissed me gently before adding a little pressure and turning his body so that he could rest his hand on the side of my face. He slid his tongue subtly into my mouth and our tongues fought for dominance. However, before a victor could be decided Shane interrupted us, most of the group right behind him.

Daryl and I stood, our faces flustered. Carl ran over to me and I picked him up

"Shane won't stop shouting" he whispered into my ear

"We need to sort out what's in that damn barn, you guys up for it" he said to Daryl

"Man you heard what Rick said, this is Hershel's land and we gotta respect that" Daryl replied. I placed my hand on his back to show him I was proud for siding with Rick. I put Carl down and just gently held him close to me

"What about her? You gonna protect your woman?" I felt Daryl tense, he looked down at me before taking a gun from Shane. Shane forced a gun into my hand also and then pulled Carl over to him trying to hand him a gun. Lori stepped in front of her son

"That's enough" she growled, Shane went to argue but was distracted by something.

"Oh my god" we all turned to face where looked. We saw Rick Hershel Jimmy and my brother approaching the barn with two walkers attached to long poles. Shane began to run towards them and shortly after we all followed. As we reached the barn everything turned into pandemonium. The doors to the barn were opened and walkers poured out fast and endlessly. I shot each and every walker that go to close for comfort.

But finally it ended.

The swarm stopped.

All the walkers lay dead in front of us.

But as we lowered our weapons one final growl echoed through the silent space. A small and greyed hand slipped out between the doors and a small frail body followed after it.

And there she was...

Sofia...

A bite engraved into her shoulder and blood drained from her face...

She was a walker...

"Sofia?" Carols call radiated through everyone. The pain in her voice was shared through our hearts.

My brother stopped Carol from running over to her deceased child. I fell to my knees and Daryl came down with me, holding onto me and letting me cry into his arms.

Rick approached Sofia and raised his gun.

I shut my eyes and held onto Daryl.

The gunshot rang through the air leaving only the cry's of a dead girls mother and friends.

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After Sofia's funeral I retreated to the tree line of the forest beside a demolished house, all that was left of said house was a wall and a few bricks.

I sat in front of a small fire and lay my head on the log behind me.

The night had finally gotten cold but I refused to move no matter how many people tried to coax me out of my position I wouldn't leave. I looked beyond the flames of the fire to see Daryl approaching. So he was the next my brother had sent to bring me back to camp. When Daryl reached my mini camp he set down his crossbow and the numerous bags he was carrying and took a seat on the ground next to me also laying his head on the log

"I'm not moving" I said but he didn't move.

"Neither am I" I nodded and shuffled over to him laying on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me

"I brought a tent with me so we can sleep out here if you want" I nodded slightly and he stood up and began to build the tent. About 20 minutes later when the tent was built we both filed into the tent laying on the floor with our sleeping bags joined together on an air mattress.
We started to undress and change into our pyjamas. Daryl lay in his boxers on the bed waiting for me as I slipped of my shirt and jeans leaving me in just my underwear,

"Can I borrow one of your shirts? All mine are dirty, because this is the week Lori washes and Carol dries and every time I leave my clothes over Lori throws them out and I have to fish them out of the trash"

"Yeah go ahead Hun and I'll talk to the Bitch in the mornin" I laughed at his statement as I slipped on his shirt.

I lay down beside him and closed my eyes. Just as I began to drift off to sleep Daryl rolled over and began to kiss my neck sucking on it gently every now and then.

"What do you want now Mr Dixon?" I felt his smirk against my neck as he climbed on top of me. He brought himself between my legs and began to kiss further and further down until he reached my thigh where he curved right so that he was kissing my inner thigh

"I want you Mrs Dixon" I giggled slightly as he nibbled on the hem of my panties. I loved it when he called me Mrs Dixon. It was my favourite thing to be called. He slowly pulled down my panties with his teeth. I bit my lip in anticipation. I opened my eyes just in time to see him smirk before kissing my core. I moaned loudly grabbing onto his hair for support. He began to use his thumb to massage my clit as he continued to lick and suck on my core. I clenched my fist in his hair tighter. He groaned in response making vibrations run through my pussy. I moaned harder as he slipped a finger inside me and began to pump fast and hard. My moans got louder and louder. Daryl removed his finger and climbed up between my legs and began to slowly thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. He moaned loudly and again bit down on my shoulder. I never knew why but Daryl and I loved to inflict pain on each other while having sex. You would've thought that to abused-as-a-child people would hate the very thought of pain. But Daryl and I were different... we found love through pain and I guess we found sex there too.

I sucked hard on his neck and he followed suit creating more and more purple bruises down my neck and chest. He then turned his attention to my chest pulling his shirt up until my bra was revealed. Then after moving my bra out of the way he began to suck hard on my breast using his free hand to massage the other. He thrusted in deeper and I felt my legs begin to shake, however Daryl suddenly stopped placing a hand over my mouth and placing a finger on his lip telling me to be quiet. I figured out why he was doing this when Lori's voice called through the tents door

"Daryl are you in there?" Daryl tried to pull out of me but I wouldn't let him

"Yeah" he grunted. He glared at me angrily as I slowly moved my hips causing him to bite on his lip so that he wouldn't make a noise.

"Rick and Glenn went after Hershel early this morning and they are still not back" I smirked at Daryl enjoying the power I had over him.

"And what d-do you want me to do about it?" He coughed. I giggled silently at him and continued to move my hips gently. His eyes suddenly grew dark and he pushed down hard into me causing me to squeal into his hand. Luckily Lori didn't hear it

"I came out here to ask if you would go and get them" Lori replied. Daryl continued to thrust hard into me making me cry out into his hand every time

"Hell nah I'm done looking for people go find them yourself" I heard Lori sigh

"Please Daryl" she tried. Daryl getting frustrated and nearly reaching his climax yelled

"I said no so leave me the hell alone bitch!" We heard her walk off and Daryl began to pump even harder than before. My legs were shaking and my back was arched. He took his hand from my mouth and leaned down again bringing his teeth to my neck biting down on the same spot as last time. Just as he drew blood I came hard and loud all over his lower abdomen. He kept pumping until he reached his climax which wasn't long after me. He then rolled of me and wrapped his arms around me. I cuddled into his chest and kissed his neck as we slipped into our sleeping bags.

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