Chapter 29

(Dreams-Fleetwood Mac)(Mature Content)

It had been a few days, we helped get everything taken care of that needed dealt with, and now with approval from Rick and Maggie we were allowed to leave for a bit. We were low on food and other supplies, so we were sent off with very little, but Daryl was confident he could find us something. I noticed smiles on people's faces here and there when they would see Daryl and I talking and he would have his hand on my waist, or he'd be holding my hand. He always got embarrassed when he would see it too, but he couldn't help it, and neither could I.

Since starting deeper into our relationship, Daryl wanted to do nothing more than be with me; either kissing me, holding my hand, having his arm around my waist, that's all he wanted. Of course it was hard when there were people packed into every corner of this place, so that's why Daryl was adamant about getting away for a bit. I didn't care who saw, sometimes, but it was harder for Daryl to be public, he always kept everything private, and hardly ever showed a smile. So the smiles and smirks he had around me was out of the ordinary for him, but I loved it.

We packed our stuff, said our 'see ya's' with the promise of seeing everyone again, and we left. We got into the van and began our drive, our destination was several hours away. The van only had a cassette player, so it was all oldies, but I loved it all, Beatles, Queen, Fleetwood Mac, David Bowe, ABBA, Janis Joplin, Metallica, a lot of stuff including a Mix Tape of stuff I had never heard before, but liked a lot.

"So do you have any idea of where we're going?" I asked after about 30 minutes of driving.

"Of course I do." He smiled. "I looked over the map the last few days, I got an idea, just hoping it ain't bad." Daryl explained.

"So that means you got a plan B, maybe C?" I joked.

"It does actually." Daryl clarified making me laugh a little.

"So are you planning to drive the whole way?" I asked.

"If I don't I'll still be awake anyway." He shrugged.

"What you don't trust me?" I said sarcastically.

"No I just wouldn't want you to fall asleep." He smiled.

"So we're taking pit stops then?" I asked.

"Yup, see what we can find, we only have two days of food, four if we need to stretch it." Daryl explained.

After a few hours, I began to sing along with some of the songs I knew, but by the end of this I would probably know them all. We stopped at a couple of vacant, towns, checking shops, and stores, for supplies and food, getting lucky with a few places, even found a Polaroid camera, that I immediately snapped a picture with. In one of the towns, I discovered a music shop, full of records, cassettes, CD's, and other music accessories, like headphones, Aux cords, those things. I stood there looking through the records, taking in every detail of the cover art, I was really into art, the small details, the colors, the style. Even though I was deeply intrigued by this cover art, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I turned around seeing Daryl, looking me up and down, he slowly brought his bottom lip between his teeth, lust in his eyes.

"What?" I laughed lightly. "What's that look for?"

"Cause you're with me." Daryl said in his gruff voice, as he approached me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, teasing me with those blue eyes of his eyes, biting his lip, that I wanted between my teeth. "We should get back on the road before dark." He pulled away, leaving me flustered.

"Wow, really?" I followed after him out into the street.

"Just be patient, I have other plans." Daryl reassured me as I climbed into the van.

We drove well into nightfall, until deciding to pull over for the night, I clenched my knees the entire time, trying to hold myself together. Once we pulled over, I quickly jumped into the back of the van. "Someone's ready." Daryl joked. I grabbed his vest, and yanked him on top of me, crushing my lips into his.

We worked our way over to the bed, Daryl kissing my neck, biting me, small moans in my throat. I returned the favor, biting him a little harder than he did me, he released a pleasured groan into my ear. Daryl pulled off my shirt, undoing my bra clasp, quickly giving my breasts affection. He kissed chest, licked my nipples, sucked them into his mouth, also bit them, causing an excited yelp.

"Did I hurt you?" He looked up at me.

"No, no, do that again." I panted. Daryl bringing his mouth around my nipple again, biting down as I asked. "Mmm, yeah." I brought my hands over his back, feeling every bumpy scar, that I strangely liked a lot.

Daryl pulled off his shirt, then brought his lips to my neck again, squeezing my breasts. I brought my hands to his chest, taking one of his nipples between my fingers. Daryl stopped sucking my neck for a moment, to kiss my lips again, bringing my bottom lip between his teeth. This was starting to feel like torture as slow as we were moving, so I started to undo his belt, then his button and fly.

"Anxious?" Daryl said against my mouth.

"Yes." I panted.

I pulled his pants down over his butt, that I couldn't help but grope tightly. I think it might've made him feel uncomfortable, because he jammed his hand down my pants, causing me to stop. He tugged my pants down, working his fingers into my sweet spots, he lifted his head from my breasts, looking up at me.

"How do you want it?" Daryl said in a low voice.

"Hard, so fucking hard." I moaned at him.

"Where do you want it?" Daryl asked. God he was torturing me. Instead of saying anything, I grabbed his manhood, that touched my leg, every time he moved. I guided his length to my entrance, he pushed himself into me, a couple small thrusts to get himself all the way in.

Immediately the moans left my mouth, as he began to thrust into me, but then I decided to change things up.

"Stop, hold on." I panted. Daryl got off of me, watching me lean over the bed. "Get behind me, now." Daryl did as I said. "Now fuck me." I demanded.

"Can do." He said gruffly. He grabbed my hips, guiding himself to my entrance, easily pushing inside of me, where he began to thrust himself in roughly.

"Ugh, God." I buried my face into the blankets on the bed, gripping them tightly, biting down on the fabric to keep my moans down.

Daryl's grunts rumbled in his chest, the entire van was moving in time with Daryl's thrusts. Daryl grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.

"You cuming?" Daryl asked gruffly.

"Yeah, yeah." I panted. The orgasm tore through me, making me collapse on the bed. Daryl pulled out, looking at me as I sat on the bed. "Your turn." I panted. "Sit on the bed." I ordered.

He sat on the bed, his length still standing straight up, as he looked down at me. I took it in my hand, it was still wet from me, I moved my hand up and down the entirety of his length, Daryl grunting. I brought my mouth around the tip of his length, swirling my tongue around it, until finally moving my mouth down as far as I could, then back up to the tip several times. I went back down, his length hitting the back of my throat, I had a very strong gag reflex; this was nothing, but oh god did he taste good.

I continued moving my mouth up and down his length, sucking hard on his tip, until he finally came. I quickly pulled him out of my mouth before he came, so he released his load all over my chest.

"Damn that was hot." I said to him with a smirk on my face.

"Sorry, let me clean ya off." Daryl grabbed a sock from the floor, wiping my chest and stomach clean. He took extra time to clean my breasts. "Well..." Daryl cleared his throat, and I noticed he was hard again.

"Round two?" I smiled.

"Can ya?" He smiled at me curiously.

"Hell yes." I kissed him fiercely. Daryl pulled me on to the bed, getting back on top of me.

He kissed my neck, going back to my breasts where he loved the most, until working his way down my stomach, until his face was between my legs. I felt his tongue swipe over my sensitive knot several times, causing gasps to escape my lips. This was what else he enjoyed, I could tell by how he worked down there. He opened me up as much as he could, working his tongue as deep as it would go inside of me, before replacing it with two fingers, pumping them in and out of me. Sending shockwave after shockwave through me, I put my hand over my mouth to quiet myself.

"No." Daryl pulled my hand away. "Let it out, I wanna hear ya." Daryl said hungrily, as he continued to work my sensitive spots. I let loose, as requested, moaning and gasping loudly.

"Ah, fuck... Daryl!" I screamed his name. "I want your dick." I couldn't control the things coming out of my mouth now.

Daryl did as I requested, pushing his entire length inside of me easily. He began to thrust into me as hard as he could, just the way I liked it. The entire van began to rock again, Daryl taking me harder and harder, our heavy breathing, groans, grunts, and moans filled the van.

"Cum!" I demanded. "Cum for me." I groaned, as I dug my nails into his back. With a couple final hard thrusts he came, his entire body shaking, as he came down from the high.

"Damn, how many times in a night can you do this?" He asked as he tried to catch his breath.

"I guess you'll find out when we get to the beach." I winked at him as I sat up.

"Sounds good to me." Daryl climbed into the bed next to me. We were both exhausted, but extremely happy. We climbed under the covers, cuddled against each other. "You know I never did this before, cuddling, wasn't my thing."

"I'll be honest, not mine either, I'm not much for hugs, or hand holding, or really expressing my feelings, but when I'm with you, all I want to do is hug you, and hold your hand, and tell you how I feel about you." I kissed his lips gently.

"Go to sleep, before you find me between your legs again." Daryl said jokingly.

"Would that be the worst thing?" I laughed.

"I gotta have a smoke, before I sleep." Daryl got up out of bed pulling his pants back on.

"Better come back soon and finish this like a man." I said jokingly.

"Alright." Daryl groaned sarcastically, I knew he wanted it.

He stepped out of the van, letting fresh air fill the hot vehicle, that also smelled a little. I pulled the blankets up to my chin, smiling as I watched him sitting on the edge of the van with a cigarette between his lips. He looked so good without his shirt, I don't know why he didn't flaunt it more, then again I guess I did know. I hid my scars too not wanting to talk about them. I continued admiring Daryl, his waist was slim, his arms thick with muscle, his chest just as muscular, his shoulders large, the muscle he had in those legs too, Daryl was a fantastic specimen of a man, scars and all. God how did I find a man like him, respectful, sweet, badass, knew how to take no for an answer, he even knew when I needed my space, because sometimes he did too, he didn't like when we were separate, but if I needed it, he would respect that.

I reached over the bed, finding my underwear, and a shirt, it wasn't mine actually, but I really didn't care, I loved Daryl's smell. I pulled the shirt on, got out of bed and sat down next to Daryl.

"You ever think about what else is out there, or who else is out there?" I asked breaking the silence.

"Not really?" He let out a puff of smoke.

"I do. I wonder about that man that saved my life. Where is he at, do they have a community too?" My questions floating into the air.

"Yeah, I get it." Daryl said simply. "Just wanna know if there are other people surviving out there like us." I looked at the burning ember on the end of Daryl's cigarette feeling uneasy this close to it.

"I'm gonna go back in." I excused myself.

I curled back up in bed, laying there, until I heard the doors shut and lock. Daryl climbed in behind me, curling up against me, wrapping his arm around me. It was so simple to sleep now, with Daryl there I felt safe, it was ridiculous how safe I felt, but I did. With all these old feelings returning it also made me cautious, and a little afraid that I was going to get too comfortable, and lose Daryl just like I lost all of my friends. I shook my head, blinking my eyes a few times, I couldn't think that way, at least not now, just go to sleep.