Chapter 28

(Circles- Eden)(Mature content)

Things seemed to be at their bleakest, all of us sitting outside the infirmary, waiting to hear if Rick would be okay. Rick was nearly bled out when they got him to the Hilltop into the infirmary. Everyone was worried, Michonne was most worried, she was forced to sit out here with us, Carl and Judith by her side helped some. When good news finally spread about Rick, he was back on his feet in no time, to lead us, and let us know the fate of Negan. It was decided the Alexandrian's who wanted to, would return to Alexandria. They would return to what was left of it, and rebuild, Negan would be with them. The Kingdom people would return home, but anyone not wanting to return home yet were welcome to stay wherever.

I leaned over to Daryl speaking as quietly as possible.

"I need to go with them." I whispered unable to speak in a higher volume.

"Why?" Daryl immediately seemed upset.

"Can't sit, no more." I said in a raspy voice.

"You're hurt, and you can't even talk." Daryl mentioned.

"I'll be... fine, gotta go." I whispered. I kissed his cheek. "Few days." I said lastly and was off. "Rosita." I called over getting her attention. "Got room?" I smirked.

"Yeah if you don't mind sitting in back with me, keep an eye on Negan." Rosita asked carefully.

"No I don't." She handed me an automatic gun, climbing into the back.

I climbed into the back, Negan was laying wrapped up on a small mat, he had a large bandage across his throat, small spots of blood soaked through. His hands cuffed, ropes tied around him, I glared down at him, happy to see him chained up. I bent down near his face, Rosita not listening.

"I'm about to be your worst god damn nightmare." I whispered, managing to say a complete sentence, Negan still laying unconscious.

The ride to Alexandria was long and quiet, not to mention boring, since we didn't necessarily have to keep an eye out for enemies. Dwight was now leading the Saviors, so they were surefire on our side, whether they liked it or not, there was nowhere else to go. We arrived at Alexandria at nightfall, Scott opening up the door for us, Rosita and I pushed Negan's mat to the end of the truck, Scott and Aaron grabbing both ends and carrying Negan to one of the houses that still stood. Siddiq, Rick, and Michonne followed after them, I did too, I was going to be watching him for awhile.

Siddiq checked Negan's bandage, Rick making sure he was fine, Siddiq gave him a nod letting him know.

"Come get me when he's awake." Rick instructed as he left. Siddiq stepped out as well, knowing I was going to be taking first watch, no one questioned my capabilities, seeings how I was walking around wounded.

"You're gonna pay for everything you've done." I croaked out lowly at Negan, but he was still unconscious.

Later in the night I was relieved by Scott, I went outside, heading for any house to sleep in. I came across mine and Daryl's house again, half of it singed and collapsed. I stepped up onto the porch this time, pushing the front door open, that fell to the ground the hinges giving out. I stepped inside carefully, unsure if the floor or walls would give. The dining room and kitchen were gone for good, the hallway now had a huge hole in the wall opening it up to the outside, I carefully went down the hallway, there was no bathroom anymore, it looked like that's where the fire started. I kept going down the hall over to my room, the hammock and couch burned up, most of the carpet burnt, the paint on the walls bubbled.

Something had to of survived the fire, I went over to Daryl's room but I couldn't get the door open more than an inch, the roof had collapsed in his room, the other two rooms in the house, just as burned up as the rest of the house. The only place to sleep in here tonight was the living room couch. I stepped into the living room, very angry and upset. I looked over at the brick fireplace, the strongest thing in the house, so I punched it as hard as I could. I felt a sting in my knuckles looking down at the red skin. I stepped back, taking a second to let everything set in. I leaned against the brick, breathing heavily feeling all of my emotions coming up at once.

I felt bad for leaving Daryl again, but I couldn't sit there anymore, and seeing Negan's face just brought up all that anger again, not to mention the grief I still felt since losing a lot of friends. Finally I punched the wall again, I looked down at my trembling hand, my knuckles red and irritated, the skin barely split on one of my knuckles. I punched the wall again, and again, until finally letting out an angry short yell as I did so. The pain wasn't satisfying anymore, so I stopped, looking down at my dripping knuckles.

It was rare for me to have fits of rage, but lately it was common. I mean I punched Daryl, I brutally murdered two men from my past, I call that a fit of rage. I poured some water over my knuckles from my bottle, grimacing at the sting, my knuckles were scraped, gashed open, skin split, and bruised, they weren't pretty to look at, one hand worse then the other. I wrapped my hands in a bandana that I cut in half. I curled up on the couch, already missing Daryl. During the war we always managed to take quick power naps together, either that or we'd be on watch together, not very often did we get full night's of sleep, actually that never happened.

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(Choreomania- Florence and the Machine)

The few days I was here, I would sleep, barely for a few hours, more or less. it wasn't for very long, the sun was always barely illuminating the horizon when I got up. My hands were still stiff and ached so much, I stiffly pulled on my socks and shoes, along with my zip up hoodie. I made my way outside, taking in the fresh morning air. I headed toward the infirmary, which is where Negan had been moved too.

As I entered the room, chills went down my spine when I saw that he was awake. Negan looked at me a smile on his face, he opened his mouth to say something but he grimaced instead.

"Can't talk huh?" I mocked, my voice still raspy. "Well maybe you'll listen then. You are the luckiest son of a bitch, if it weren't for Carl you wouldn't be breathing right now. I think Maggie would've hung you from a tree using your intestines as rope, letting the dead feed on you." I painted that pretty picture for him. Negan smiled at me again, giving me lust filled eyes. "Stop it." I punched him in the side as hard I could, which hurt me in process. "You don't get to look at me like that anymore, I'm not your property anymore. I don't belong to anyone. So fuck you, and your life."

I left in a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. I heard a loud engine outside the wall, who was here? The gates opened, that we immediately fixed upon arrival, and Daryl drove in on his bike what was he doing here? He parked his bike near the entrance, the two of us spotting each other across the yard, both quickly approaching each other, hugging each other tightly, Daryl lifting me off the ground.

"What're you doing here?" I asked once he set me down.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be back as soon as you said you would." He confessed timidly, aww, I felt overwhelmingly loved by this man. "So I came to pick you up."

"Thanks." I blushed. "How's Maggie?" I asked curiously.

"She's gonna be fine." Daryl said uneasy, something was up.

"Wanna go out for awhile?" I asked. "I gotta be back to help with the rest of the clean up."

"Sure." He said eagerly. He looked down taking notice of my scabbed, bruised knuckles. "What happened?" He gently grabbed my hands looking at them.

"Just took out some frustrations." I shrugged.

Daryl gingerly kissed each hand, causing me to blush again, he was too sweet to me. It had been a while since we had been this close, the last contact I had with anyone was just to kill them. Daryl climbed onto his bike, starting it up, I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around him. The gates opened and we drove out onto the open road, once we were about a mile from Alexandria, I glided my hands up Daryl's chest. He sat up a little straighter, leaning against me. Daryl took us down a random road, I started to kiss his bare arms, rubbing my fingers over his exposed skin. Daryl screeched his bike to a halt, alongside a van out of view of the road, I climbed off the bike so did he, he forgot the kickstand so it fell over.

He pressed me up against the van, kissing me fiercely, his tongue glided across my bottom lip asking for permission, which I gladly allowed. Daryl pulled away, looking on either side of us.

"Hold on." He grumbled.

He pulled out his knife, and opened the side door of the van, moving the curtains out of the way, no one was in here, nothing out of the ordinary. Daryl grabbed me and pulled me into the van, shutting the door behind us. Daryl began to kiss me again, laying me back onto the small bed at the back of the van, pushing his hands up my shirt. I gladly participated, tugging his shirt off and tossing it across the van; Daryl pulled off my shirt and began to kiss my chest, soft moans building in my throat. He started to unbutton my pants, still kissing my chest, shoulders, and neck, he tucked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

"Is this okay?" He whispered into my ear.

"Yeah." I panted. Daryl put his hand down my underwear, bringing his fingers between my thighs looking for that sweet spot.

Quiet moans escaped my lips, to keep quiet I bit my lip, not to draw any unwanted attention from outside. Daryl pulled my pants down a bit to get a better angle, then he quickly found the sweet spot, also dangerous spot, as a very loud moan escaped my throat. I quickly covered my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip, my body trembled with euphoria. Daryl stopped, pulling my hands from my mouth, pressing his lips to mine again. I heard him kick off his boots, and start to undo his belt, I flung my shoes off, one coming back almost hitting Daryl; both of us laughed a moment, before continuing what we were doing.

I started to shimmy my pants down to my ankles, while Daryl was still kissing me, he worked his way out of his pants also. Our kisses becoming deeper, each one growing in passion. Daryl put his knees between my legs, nudging my legs open dominantly. I looked down at the little space between us, then back up at him.

"You okay?" He asked, I nodded nervously.

I pulled him against me, kissing him once again, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling my underwear off, helping him pull his boxers off. It took a moment, but finally it was happening, I tried as hard as I could to hold in the moans, with no success, as Daryl pushed his length into me. Daryl brought his mouth to mine to muffle my moans, as he started to rock his hips, heavy breathing, quiet grunts, and moans filled the van. I dug my fingers into Daryl's sweat covered back, burying my face into his shoulder. "Just let go," Daryl panted. "Cum for me." He said into my ear.

"Harder." I moaned. Daryl complied, doing what I told him, he grunted softly, thrusting harder. He brought himself up on his hands, for better leverage, the entire van moving, I'm sure. I had no control anymore, my back arched, my legs trembled, loud moans ripped out of me, soon becoming weak moans. "Keep going." I panted weakly. Daryl kept going like I told him to. "I want you to finish." I groaned.

I pushed him off of me onto the bed, I climbed on top of him, maneuvering him between my thighs again. I began to rock my hips over him, Daryl holding my waist, pushing me down firmly. He laid his head back, with a wrinkle between his brows, as I felt him begin to thrust his hips, I moved up and down his length. Soon he picked up pace, then rolled us over, with me underneath him again, he thrust hard into me a few more times as he reached his climax. He put his hands on the bed to hold himself up, as he looked at me tiredly, his arms shaking.

I pushed his hair from his sweaty face, smiling at him, he rubbed his thumb across my forehead, sweeping my hair from my face too. He laid down on the bed next to me, panting heavily, we both were, we laid there looking through the gap between the curtain and the window. Everything felt peaceful in this moment, nothing was about to happen, nothing was happening, everything was in harmony. Daryl got up, pulling his boxers and pants back on, then I noticed his back, it was covered in long thick scars. He passed me my clothes, noticing the look on my face, he grabbed his shirt quickly trying to pull it on.

"Hey, no, don't." I grabbed the shirt from him. "I didn't mean to stare.." I spoke softly. I pulled on my underwear and shirt while Daryl stood there awkwardly, until finally he sat down with his back to me. "Is it okay if I touch them?" I asked, he nodded. I ran my fingers over the bumpy scars, they made me feel sad, but fascinated at the same time. "What happened?"

"Happened along time ago." Daryl shrugged.

"When, before?" I asked.

"Yeah, my dad." Daryl confessed.

"What happened to him?" I asked curiously, still running my fingers along his scars.

"He died." Daryl said blankly.

"Good, any man pathetic-" I cleared my throat, whispering the rest of my sentence, I had no choice- "enough to do this to their child don't deserve to live." I grabbed Daryl's face making him look at me. "I like them, they're you, they're part of you." I said in a raspy voice. "I like everything about you." I smiled. Daryl gave me a sweet kiss, before pulling his shirt back on, and noticing something new on me.

"What's that?" He pointed to round scars all over my hips. I quickly covered them.

"Don't really wanna talk about it." I croaked out. His eyes boar into me, I knew what he wanted, he told me about his scars, so I had to tell him. "I'll try." I pointed to my burning throat. "This gang at the beginning, they would kidnap women." I cleared my throat, but it didn't help. "Any age, they would lock us in cages. Only time we were allowed to come out was when they had needs." My voice cut in and out through that sentence irritating me. "They put cigarettes out in me."

"How'd you get away?" Daryl asked.

"Guy made the mistake, bringing his belt into the room, I strangled him." I looked down at my hands. "Was able to, get a gun, clothes, and get the hell out of there." I said angrily.

"Did you know this, or is this a new memory?" Daryl asked sternly.

"New, I was gonna tell you." I cleared my throat again. "I saw a guy from that gang with the Saviors. It made me remember." Daryl knew about my splotchy memory, it was something we had talked about one night.

"What else do you remember?" Daryl asked looking intently in my eyes. I looked down again, then shyly back at him.

"My name's Emily." I stated.

"Emily?" He looked me over, then shook his head. "Nah, you're Hazel." He stated, causing me to smile.

"I killed those men when I saw them." I added.

"Good, 'cause if you didn't I would've." Daryl smirked. Daryl looked around, then up at the sky. "Gettin' late we should go." Daryl grabbed his boots, but I took them away.

"Who said I was done?" I said slyly, even with the raspy voice. He looked at me a little confused. "Get back in this van and fuck me." He smiled and gave a slight chuckle.

"Fuck, huh?" He crossed his arms, giving me a smug side eye. "I don't think you know what you're asking for." Daryl said with hunger in his voice.

"Is that a challenge?" My voice cracked as I raised a brow at him, more smug than he was. "Challenge accepted."

Daryl climbed back into the van quickly, closing and locking the doors behind him. He crushed his lips against mine once again, tugging his shirt off quickly, along with his pants. He yanked my shirt and underwear off, nothing gentle about it, just like I liked. Daryl pulled his lips away from mine, taking a moment to give my breasts some love, sucking my nipple into his mouth, causing a pleasurable moan in my throat. Then he looked up at me, lust in his eyes, that I enjoyed to see.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked with a smirk.

"I said challenge accepted." My voice wavered, but I did get the sentence out.

"If you can't take it, just tell me to stop." Daryl said with care. "What you had earlier was just a taste."

"Fuck me." I whispered, with a challenging tone.

"Alright." Daryl climbed between my legs, using his hand to guide himself into me, once he was aligned he plowed into me, causing me to throw my head back.

Every thrust, was just as hard as the first, if not harder, I could feel him hitting the right spot every time. My body tightening with pleasure, gasps escaping my lips, our heavy breathing filling the van. Daryl leaned over me, putting his hands on either side of me, still plowing into me over and over again, he looked into my eyes, making sure I was still fine with this.

"Mm, God, Fuck...me." I groaned. Then I heard the sound of walkers banging against the van.

"Shit." Daryl grumbled about to climb off me.

"No, no, finish." I moaned. "It's just one." I grabbed his face making him look at me.

Daryl smirked loving how consumed I was by this. He began to finish what he started, picking up pace as he slammed into me over and over again. Orgasms tore through my body, over and over again, until finally he finished, he collapsed on top of me, both of us barely able to move, just trying to catch our breath.

"Shit." Daryl brought his sweaty face up. "It's been awhile." He confessed.

"When we-" I cleared my throat- "Get the chance, we're doing that again." I smiled, laughing lightly.

"Sounds good to me." Daryl smiled back. He planted a sweet kiss on my lips once more before climbing off of me, quickly pulling his clothes back on. He peeked out of the curtains trying to see where the walker was, once it was spotted, Daryl got out of the van, going over and killing it. He came back with blood splatter on his hands that he wiped onto his jeans, god damn did he look hot. "Let's see if we can get this piece of junk running." Daryl went over to the driver's seat, easily finding the keys in the center console.

Of course nothing happened when he tried to start it, but he knew the solution. He found a hose in the storage compartment under the bed, and siphoned a bit of gas out of his bike, enough to get it back to Alexandria. I would have a comfortable place to sleep, instead of our burnt up house. Once it was up and running, Daryl was able to park his bike into the open space inside the van, he wanted to ride with me, oh I felt loved. As we drove, I had questions and things I wanted to hear from him.

"What's the plan for the van?" I asked, just ignoring the cracking in my voice at this point.

"I think the two of us should take a roadtrip-"

"A.K.A. scavenging trip?" I said uninterested.

"Both." Daryl said simply. "I wanna have you all to myself, where no one can hear us." He said slyly, slightly blushing at the same time.

"Oh, I see." I smiled bashfully. "Deal, when do we leave?"

"I gotta talk with Rick and Maggie about a few things, see what stuff we need, when the rebuilding at Alexandria's gonna start, stuff like that." Daryl explained.

"I love your voice." I sighed, then furrowed my brows, I said that outloud, stupid. Daryl smirked, a little embarrassed. "Sorry didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"You gotta stop talking." He said, I looked at him a little insulted. "You're gonna need your voice for the trip, can't have ya losing it before I have ya." I laughed a little, man, those two fucks did wonders for him didn't they?