The Road Devils Motorcycle Club is all about brotherhood and family. The lure to have a place where they can belong is what drives the men to become members. Most have no one else to call family. That's just one of the reasons that Daryl "Trax" Dixon call this club home. Another is that his older brother, Merle was a member first. From sixteen years old on, it's all Daryl knew. Here he's treated as an equal, finding the loyalty and family he had been deprived of as a kid. It was where he found his natural talent for fixing cars and motorcycles could not only earn him a living but the respect of the president of his club. He never realized that on one hot Georgia afternoon, after a long solo ride to clear his head, that the motorist stranded her finds on the side of the road would change his life forever.

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