It's dirty, this thing between them. Bruised knuckles, whispered prayers that taste like sin, soft hands pressing where it hurts the most. Freya's always known how to survive men who want to own her. She's never known how to survive one who wants to keep her. And Daryl? He never thought he'd want anything bad enough to ruin himself for it. Until her. This is not a love story. It's a story about wanting the wrong person in all the right ways. About how sometimes, to be saved, you first have to be ruined. (alternate universe to my silent intimacy, daryl dixon fic so you should probs read that first but it's not like mandatory) daryl dixon x oc smut warning pre apocalypse