An: hey, I'm aware I have two stories that I need to finish, but they are just not what's coming easy to me right now. I will finish, but for now I have a new one which will be short. Three to five chapters. I've sorta experimented here with Daryl being Demi sexual. Let me know what you think

I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead

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Daryl had dealt with it a long time ago. Long before the turn, Merle had thrown one women after another his way. Telling him there was something wrong with him, that it was impossible not to feel arousal.

"Fuck Daryl, I think Daddy must have knocked a few screws loose up there" Merle would say as another women would leave Daryl's room unsuccessful shrugging their shoulders at Merle after trying all their best moves with Daryl.

He was a freak, he'd never once felt sexual arousal, nothing. Something was different in his head, he wasn't built that way.

Merle had tried, lord had he tried. In frustration he'd started bringing him gay porn, even told him if he was gay to "stop being a pussy" and come out of the closet.

He wasn't gay, men didn't do anything for him either, and he'd checked, secretly watching the porn Merle had brought him, and feeling nothing, other than maybe amusement at the corny writing.

So he'd gone through his life alone, secretly grateful he didn't feel that pull or have those urges. He was a freak but the thought of letting someone touch him made him physically sick.

Then the turn happened, and he meet her, Carol. Suddenly the thought of someone touching him wasn't so awful. So, when she approached him, when Carol made a move at the prison, he'd been ready...and felt nothing.

JHe'd thought of anyone it would be her, she'd be the one he was finally meant to be with, but nothing had happened. He'd had to explain it to her that it really wasn't her, it was him. He wasn't built that way..he was a freak.

She'd sighed than smiled sweetly " You're not a freak...you're different, there's nothing wrong with that., and you're still my best friend." She whispered pressing a kiss to his temple.

She'd been disappointed, he knew. Another failure on his part. But she'd been honest, she never took her friendship away, never wavered. She became the one constant in his life, the one thing that kept him grounded.

His obsession, his quintessential need to keep her safe became an overbearing concern in his mind.

He began going to her at night. His anxiety about what would happen to her if the prison was breached at night bringing him to her door.

She never minded when he slipped into bed with her, she'd turn into him, rubbing her legs on him muttering about how warm he was, and fall asleep, or sometimes they talked. About everything, about nothing, about the most ridiculous subjects he'd ever had a conversation about.

Bit by bit they gradually started sharing the same cell. It only made sense, he spent most nights with her, and the prison became crowded.

He knew the others talked, were curious about them. She paid them no attention, she seemed happy with their arrangement, she didn't care what the others said she'd told him when he asked her if she wanted to set the group clear on their relationship, that he was a freak. He hated the thought of her with anyone else he realized but it wasn't fair to hold her back. The group was larger now, she had options. He'd seen the way some of the men looked at her.

"Daryl..." She whispered running her fingers threw his hair. " Our relationship is ours, we don't have to explain to anyone. I'm happy, happier than I've ever been. That's enough for me. You've shown me more how a real man behaves then Ed did in fifteen years. Love isn't only about sex." She whispered and put her head on his shoulder.

They became even closer, she seemed to loose her inhibitions around him. Not really caring if she changed in front of him, despite the patchwork of scars she bore too. He realized it then, she was serious, she was in it for the long haul. She loved him whatever way she could get him. Not because she had too, just because she did. She loved him, she accepted him the way he was.

The night before the run to get medical supplies, he'd found her. Up in the tower, staring off in the distance, looking so alone it broke his heart.

She hadn't even moved as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist he'd pressed his chin to her shoulder.

"Ya alright?" He'd asked hoarsely.

It was more intimate of a position then he'd shared with her before. He held her while she was sleeping like this, but somehow, standing here, like this he wondered if he crossed a line as his fingers seemed to involuntarily rub her stomach.

"Yeah." She sighed leaning her head back on his shoulder. She smirked "Sometimes you're the only thing that feels right anymore."

Fuck, sometimes he just didn't understand, how she saw what she did in him, how he was so lucky to find her. She was his everything, she knew him inside and out, and she accepted him. Loved him and...he loved her.

It knocked him for a loop, as he lead her to a chair in the room, and she sat on his lap, her arms around his shoulders. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as he rubbed her back, loving the feel of the skin he touched when her shirt cinched up. He seemed to develop goose flesh down his back and his stomach started to burn. He had the most uncontrollable urge to start to kiss her neck, and he would have too, if Maggie hadn't come bounding up the stairs to join him for their scheduled watch.

Carol had smiled, kissed his temple and greeted Maggie before heading into the prison.

Maggie had giggled, when Carol left "Sorry about that Daryl, we need to start posting a do not disturb sign on this door. "

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He'd grumped.

Maggie had snorted nodding to the very obvious arousal he was sporting " Go take care of that if you need to...Glen's always cranky when we get interrupted too. I won't fall asleep on my own, I'm too worried about Glenn and Daddy."

He'd been bounding down the stairs before she finished. What the fuck was happening? His first instinct had been to follow Carol, then he hesitated. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing, what if this was a fluke? He'd told her he couldn't, what if she thought he'd been lying?

He'd ended up in the tombs, touching himself experimentally, imagining it was her slender hand wrapped around him, or better yet her mouth, as he experienced release.

The next morning he'd pulled her into a hug as they exchanged farewells, feeling his manhood flare to life yet again, as his hand brushed against her breast accidentally. Fucking hell, this was not the time, or the place, but fuck it wasn't a fluke.

Then everything went to hell, and when it did, it went quickly. He lost her, she was gone.

It was a cosmic joke, the one woman in entire planet he could love, who made him feel like a man in every way was gone, and he'd lost his chance, at happiness, at a normal life.

And then he found her again, he'd never been happier to see someone in his whole life. There she was, a beacon in the forest, his happy ending, only she wasn't happy.

He was so fucking frustrated he could have screamed, he was ready, he was more than ready, and she wasn't. And dammit it felt like she wasn't even trying. He needed her to try.

When they got to Alexandria he was turned upside down on his head. She was different but the same. She wouldn't talk and it wasn't the right time. It was never the right time,the wolves had attacked, and in the aftermath she'd let her mask slip.

Long after the wolves had been dealt with, and the grief of losing good people in the fight had subsided. Long after the clean up, and the dealing with the injured, and fixing the wall, he'd gone to her, watching her while she slept.

It was true, what she said so long ago, love was more than sex. The fact that she was alive, now, sleeping so peacefully was everything. She was everything.

He sat down on the edge of her bed, watching her, he was wearing only a pair of old grey sweats. He had long ago lost the need to hide from her. She accepted him, for who he was, loved him for who he was, scars and all.

She woke softly in the moonlight, her clear blue eyes seemingly expecting him, and it was her smile, her face, no mask. He could have wept in relief. She opened her blankets and he slid in. Suddenly in a very queit voice she started talking, telling him everything that had happened to her, about Lizzie. When she was done he squeezed her waist kissing her temple. "Don't leave me again. All of this took you away, you were here but you weren't here. I'll hold you if you can't sleep, you can cry if you gotta, but don't leave. It's you I love, the one who fucks up sometimes. Not the game you were playing." Her eyes had filled with tears as he spoke, and she nodded bringing her hands to his cheeks, kissing his forehead before settling to sleep.

She was right love was about more than sex, she needed him tonight and he was there for her. Didn't mean sleeping with her in the same bed was easy. It was surely not. He all but whimpered as she threw her leg across him rubbing slightly with her knee. She moaned in her sleep. Fuck his life, this was unfair. If this was what he'd been missing all his life than he was glad that it was only for her.

He awoke the next morning to find her flat on her back. The loose tank top she was wearing had allowed one of her boobs to slide free.

Sweet merciful Jesus, he all but whimpered and then slammed his eyes shut. The image of her perfectly round pert tit stayed with him, torturing him with the fact, that it was just there, waiting to be licked.

She woke then, he heard her rearranging her tank top, then bounced out of bed.

He opened his eyes to her bare back and he hissed slamming his eyes shut. This was Merle's idea of a joke. The bastard was somewhere wheezing he was laughing so hard, Daryl was sure.

"Morning Pookie." She said as she flounced over to the bed, dressed. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple white shirt, much more her, no mask.

"Hey" he said glad the blanket was still covering his lap.

She lied down beside him her head on his shoulder.

"That was the best sleep I've had since the prison. I think...I think I can do this, if you're with me. Stay? " she whispered

"Stay in Alexandria? I ain't going anywhere." He mumbled

She giggled, pressing her face to his shoulder. "No! ...stay with me? In my room? Like at the prison?" She said seriously.

Oh god was it possible to die from having constant wood? How long did those commercials from before say you should contact your doctor? He thought. Four hours...fuck he flew past that last night. He should say no, until they had their relationship figured out, until he could get his head out of his ass. But he looked down into her eyes and found himself answering.

"Of course."

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review please :)

sorry about mistakes edited on my phone :)