One Of These Days

Summary: Daryl never could figure out what had drawn her to him, not that he was complaining. He just took what he was given and tried not to question it too much.

Rating: M (for sexual content, some swearing)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Daryl Dixon or anything to do with The Walking Dead series.

A/N: So, it's a change from Supernatural. I've just been on a massive Walking Dead kick lately, watching videos, reading other stories, talking to people about it. This just seemed to pop into my head. Depending on the feedback will depend on whether or not this becomes an actual story or just a one-shot. And yes, I did do this in the same sort of way that I did my Supernatural one-shot, It's a Bar Thing. Just easier this way when there's only two people really involved and I've yet to think of a name for a person.

He crouched low and entered into the tent, eyes searching around in the darkness. He had been gone a couple of days now, out hunting for something to eat. He was the only person who did it, only person who could. It had taken some time this time, more than he expected or cared for. At least he had something to show for it, the fair sized deer lying haphazardly next to the fire pit was show enough of that. Now he was just tired and his body demanded sleep.

The tent was already occupied, something that shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did.

Of course it was occupied, these days it always was.

He sat down carefully, quietly, turned to face the entrance to pull his boots off. He paused before he pulled the first one off and slowly turned to the make shift bed to look at it's occupant. He honestly couldn't remember the time that she hadn't taken over his tent. Sure, before she became part of the group, he had kept the tent to himself, but after she ended up with them...well...he just wasn't sure when exactly it was that she had moved in.

And he still wondered why.

Of all the men he wasn't the best looking. Hell, of all the men, he wasn't even the nicest. He couldn't for the life of himself figure out what it was that had put her where she was now.

They were both from Georgia, sure, but that was about the only similarity they had. He had been raised in a trailer by absent...well...everyone. She had been raised in the high end streets. She came from money, he came from welfare. She had been a cheerleader, he had been the trashy kid that rarely showed up to class. If the world hadn't fallen to shit, they never would have paid the other any mind except for maybe him whistling at her as she walked down the streets, to which she likely would have rolled her eyes or flipped him off or both. She had been going to school, studying to be a doctor of some kind, he had just been going through woods, hunting whatever crossed his path.

His eyes fell on her sleeping form, something he usually did whenever he came in after she had gone to sleep, or even if he was just awake while she wasn't. He just watched her in the dark, and wondered.

Why?

His teeth caught on his thumb as he lifted it towards his mouth and he gnawed lightly on his cuticle, contemplating his next move. He really shouldn't do anything. He really should just get up and go...sleep outside or something. Even as he thought it, he knew he didn't want to. But he couldn't keep doing this could he? He was driving himself insane with his wondering and his uncertainty.

He had finally made up his mind, getting to his feet and starting to duck down when he heard her stir. The slight moan and ruffling of blankets as she rolled over made him pause.

"When'd you get back?" Her voice asked sleepily as she sat up. He turned to look at her, even in the dark, her blonde hair standing out. Her hand lifted up to rub her eyes.

"Just now, didn't mean to wake ya up." He replied quietly. She chuckled lightly, her head shaking. "I was just gonna..."

"Get over here." Her tone was light, easy, but still demanding enough that he just couldn't argue. He finally pulled off his boots, zipped the tent completely shut, then dropped onto his knees and crawled over to the bed. "We gonna go through this again?" Despite all her 'proper' upbringing, her voice still held that rough southern twang. He had been there for her break down when she finally ran out of cigarettes at metaphorically bit off the heads of anyone that dared come near her the first day she was nicotine free.

Everyone but him or one of the kids. The only reason she didn't go after him was because he snapped right back at her and it escalated into fights that their 'fearless leader' eventually had to step into in such a way that just irked both of them even more.

"Ain't nothing to go through." He muttered softly, shrugging his shoulders. He caught the sight of her smiling as his eyes continued to adjust to the darkness of the tent. She laid back down and rolled over, arm reaching up to pull him down as well. He went without resistance, getting into place behind her. He sighed, unsure if it was because he was tired or if he was frustrated for some reason. Her fingers ran light circles over the back of his hand before her head turned to look over her shoulder at him.

"What's the matter?" She asked, curious. He mentally scolded her ability to figure people out. Even in the dark, he could tell she had that knowing look on her face. She already knew all she needed to know, she just had to hear him say things sometimes.

"Nothing." He responded, not wanting to give in.

"I swear, you are such a mess of a man." She muttered, completely amused. Her hand lifted up to cup his cheek and she twisted her upper body just slightly. Her fingers pushed down softly, his head moving down to allow their lips to connect. He should have known that was coming, it always did. If he didn't do it on his own, she would remind him to with gentle pressure. Their lips moved together, her tongue sweeping out of it's confines to explore the now familiar appendage nearby.

Her body twisted more until she was now lying flat on her back. His hands moved down her arms until their lightly gripped both wrists and forced them down next to her head. His own upper body was hovering now over hers. Slowly, he pulled his head back, separating their oral contact. He looked her over carefully in the dark, his hands experimentally tightening around her wrists but she made no sign of discomfort, nor did she lose eye contact with him.

"Still don't get how you trust me so much." He whispered. Her head tilted ever so slightly, almost as if to silently question why he always had so much trouble accepting her actions.

"And I still don't get how you don't accept the good things that come your way." She retaliated in a joking tone. She slowly moved her hands out from under his grasp. When he felt them move, he opened his own hands, letting hers slip through with no resistance. Her hands rested on his shoulders before they slowly moved up to hold the back of his neck. Her fingers toyed lightly with the short hairs there before she leaned up to reattach their lips.

One of these days, he figured, she won't be in his tent, or whatever he happened to stay in at some point down the road.

One of these days, she won't be waiting for him, waiting for his kisses.

One of these days, she won't be giving him a second look, a secret smile, and sneaky wink.

But not this day.

This day, she was in his tent, waiting for him and only him. This day, she was opening his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, tossing it away when he pulled his arms free. This day, she only parted from his lips long enough to pull her thin little T-shirt over her head.

He stopped thinking about it when she forced his jeans down his legs. Stopped thinking about pretty much everything when she wiggled free of her sleeping shorts. When her legs wrapped around his waist and her small hand gripped the appendage between his legs to guide it to the place she wanted, well, he was just amazed his brain even functioned after that. They stayed still for a few moments, just like they did at the very beginning of each time together. It was her way of letting him actually believe it was happening.

It was odd, being the one that was getting taken care of rather than doing the caring, and in such a gentle way too.

She gave him that saucy little smile of hers before she lifted her hips, signalling it was time to move. So he moved, pulling his hips back then shoving them forward again, causing her whole body to buck. Her head tilted back, her hands gripping his shoulders. He repeated the action again and again, starting off slow and building up speed. His eyes lowered to the two creamy white orbs bouncing with each thrust. He always enjoyed that, the bounce.

"Daryl..." She called his name with a mewling sound, staying as quiet as she possibly could. He always loved making her make that sound, the soft, breathlessness combined with her drawl just sent a shiver racing down his spine. He slammed into her harder, bringing a yelp to pass her lips, followed quickly by an approving moan.

One of his arms slithered under her lower back. He had to hold her somehow, and this way their position was adjusted. His arm tightened, causing her hips to lift slightly, and he hit at a different angle. She put her fist to her mouth, biting at the flesh just under her knuckles, next to her thumb. Her moans squeezed past her hand, playing like music to his ears. Her other hand ran down his arm, running over muscles, to get into his free hand. She lifted both of them, intertwining her fingers with his and letting him push her hand down into the blankets next to her head.

"Holy...God...fuck." She groaned out her curses, lifting her hand away to resume it's earlier position behind his neck. He tightened his arm around her waist as her legs tightened around his, leaving barely any room for them to move anymore. Somehow they managed, him thrusting in short and hard jerks. Her fingers massaged at the back of his neck and she watched his eyes close before his head dropped, face burying in the junction between her neck and shoulder.

"Fuck...it's...I can't..." He mumbled against her skin. His eyes were squeezed shut, his hips moving fasted, pushing harder. The sound of skin hitting skin, both of them breathing heavily, and her little whimpers and mewls were doing him in fast.

"Don't..." She whispered, and he knew what she was referring to. He lifted his head in order to press their lips back together, both of them swallowing up the final groans from the other as they reached that peak. His hips slowed down considerably, savouring this moment. Their kiss became lazy, her hand sliding down to cup his cheek tenderly. Nothing was urgent about this moment, nothing even existed outside of the pair.

He finally withdrew from her and reached for her sleeping clothes. His pants were still around his ankles and he rolled to her side to adjust himself, dragging the clothing back up his legs and doing the button up as she pulled her shorts and t-shirt on.

This time when she rolled to her side, her back to him, he didn't hesitate to lie in behind her, arm encircling her waist, her back molding to his front. He allowed himself a small smile when he felt her breathing even out as she returned once more to the unconscious world. She was the easiest person in the world to wake up when he wasn't around but when he was there was her, it took actual effort to bring her out of her slumber. He never understood how she had gotten so trusting of him, so comfortable around him, why she had just one day chosen that he was hers and, he supposed, she was his now as well.

One of these days, he figured, she won't be his.

One of these days, she won't go out of her way to make him feel like a wanted man.

One of these days, she won't want him in her bed, or even in her.

But today wasn't that day.

Today she was his, and maybe, just maybe, tomorrow he won't hesitate again. Just maybe, tomorrow, he'll surprise her and be the initiator.

He smiled at the thought before drifting off into sleep.

So here's the deal. If this continues on into an actual story, obviously there'll be a name. I might put in a bit about how she came into the group and maybe even have her tell someone what it was about Daryl that drew her in, that made her be how she is with him. There will definitely be more character developement if the story continues as well.

Obviously this story takes place before the series started. Also taking place after some time together, outside of the fighting and everything else that likely took place between the two of them. I know the majority (if not all of my readers) are total Supernatural fans but I wonder how any of them (or even some new people) feel about Walking Dead.