Angel

Chapter Twenty: Daryl & Angel

Daryl

This girl was something else. One minute I'm so angry at myself for letting the walkers get a jump on us because I was too busy fuckin' her. And the next she makes me see that blaming me was wrong and I'm fuckin' her again. I swear she's become an addiction. All I can think about is having sex with her. And as much as it seems it's just about the sex, it's not. She's not afraid to get in my face. Today proved that.

Also, I've never had anyone that it was so easy to talk to. I don't share shit with anyone, except Angel. Not even Carol, who knows me better than most...she never knew a lot of what Angel does. She makes me feel shit that I don't understand.

I've lost many friends over the years since the world fell apart. In fact, I had lost every single one of my family because of Negan. Rick, Carol, Michonne, Maggie, and even Carl and Judith were gone as far as I could tell. It hurt, and I knew it spiraled me into a depression that was hard to shake. But I went on. I had to. If I lost Angel now, I'm not sure I could. That's why I got so pissed off at myself today. I made a stupid decision and put her in jeopardy.

Except, she didn't see it that way at all. She pulled me out of my anger, and the next thing I know is she's showing me her tits again, and I chase her into the crapped out kitchen. I don't think I will ever have enough of them. They're soft and overflow in my hands. And they taste even better. Once I had them in in my control, I could feel her practically melt against me. She is so responsive anytime I touch her. And she's not faking it. Nope. Not at all.

The fuck we just had was so hard that she almost couldn't keep standing. I could barely stay upright myself, in fact, I was sitting on the sofa right now with my pants up, but open. Yeah, my dick was still hanging out. Just didn't have the energy to tuck it back in yet.

During the long walk today, I told myself I wasn't gonna have sex with her again unless I was sure we were safe. Just shows how little willpower I have with her. Little? Who am I kidding, I have none when it comes to her. Never felt like this with a woman before. I was always able to leave them without a problem. Fuck 'em and leave 'em was my style. But not with Angel. Just looking at her makes me hard.

And the crazy thing is I like touching her. It could be her hand or just a glancing of our shoulders, but I want to touch her all the time. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Promise me one thing?" Angel sighed next to me. She was even more undone than I was. There was one pant leg around her ankle, and besides that, she was naked as the say she was born. God, she was hot.

"What's that?"

"Well, make it two things. First, if we ever have a problem. Tell me. I know that's not your style, but I can't have you not talking to me. Okay?"

I nodded that I would. Which meant I would try. That's the best I could give her.

"Second, don't ever stop fucking me like that. Holy shit, we are good together."

She could always make me smile when I least expected to. There was something was dying to ask her that I wasn't sure I could. But I was gonna try "Umm, is it always like that when two people are together like we are? I mean, I did the one-night stands, but I never got as worked up as I do with you. It's like all I can think about it the next time. God, that sounds fuckin' pitiful."

"Daryl, it isn't. In fact, that's a huge compliment. I know this is your first relationship, but it's not mine. But I never had sex with any of the other guys like I do you."