Ok. This is Daryl/OFC ZA. Before anyone gets their panties in a wad this is about bondage, if that is not interesting to you, just move on now. I like to challenge myself as a writer so sometimes these things happen. Daryl is a little predatory in this and I am not sorry, also there is nothing redeeming about this at all. It's a smut show. I have a thang for season two Daryl so here we go.

Lisbeth watched him because he was truly beautiful with his sandy blonde hair and the scowl he always wore except when he was with her. The face he wore with her was tender and loving, when they were alone, like they were now. He didn't have it in him to be that way in front of people and she understood. She understood him completely.

God he was beautiful though.

Beautiful like a working man, hard and sinewy in all the right ways. He was irresistible, and from day one she had not been able to say no to him for anything. She trusted him, otherwise she wouldn't be letting him tie her to the bed right now. While everyone slept in the various rooms nearby in Herschel Greene's big farmhouse.

That trust was well earned because he had saved her life on more than one occasion. First in Atlanta, just minutes after he had found out his brother was gone, he took responsibility for her well-being then and maybe forever. She had been hiding in the department store with a group of people that all had been killed.

They were six and one by one they had been picked off by the walkers that were already there, and one person died from an infected diabetic foot ulcer. They had run out of medicine and they were left helpless to watch her die and turn. Lisbeth had killed the last walker, who used to be her PA three days before she met Daryl.

She had hidden from the first group of people from his camp, but Daryl had found her. He had known someone who was alive was there as soon as they got there. The pots and pans in the kitchen where Merle burned his would had fresh Mac and Cheese in them. He was observant.

The pretty brunette was a doctor in the other world and she had stayed at the hospital until she couldn't anymore and she and her fellow staff beat it out of there when all was lost and ended up in the department store. She had heard the fight, between the sheriff and Daryl's brother and the car alarm as the young boy drove the hot rod Camaro to lead the walkers away.

Lisbeth had hidden that whole time, but then they came back and the man with the crossbow had stopped a walker from eating her for lunch in the housewares department. She had run up onto the roof and he followed her calling her every name in the book on the way up.

He called her a dumbass for staying there alone and she told him to fuck off. They had a screaming match up there that probably brought every walker in Atlanta down on them and finally he grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth to shut her up.

"Will you be still before every dead thing in town comes up here, you crazy bitch." She replied by biting his hand and he let her go without haste.

"God dammit." He said shaking his hurting hand and going for her arm. "I'm trying to save your stupid life here."

"Fuck you." She said. "I'm fine."

This girl was a fucking bitch and he did not have time for this, but he couldn't leave a woman out in this world alone. The next guy to come along might not be so nice.

"Not even a thank you?"

She smiled at him. "Thank you, OK? Don't be such a jerkoff." And she walked away towards the door to the roof.

Then she turned back. "I saw him."

"Saw who?" Daryl had snapped at her.

"The man you're looking for, he's alive."

"Which way did he go?"

She pointed off in the general direction that the others he was with had gone and he grabbed her hand. Daryl had just made the best decision of his life.

"Come-on, you aint staying here alone. We got a camp, other women."

She eyed him suspiciously and he gave her a look of pure disgust. "Aint like that, there's women and children there, come on. It's safe."

That was the first time he saved her.

The second was at the CDC when she had totally missed the whole exchange between Jenner and the others because she was sleeping off a hangover. She and Lori Grimes had gotten trashed the night before and Daryl had to carry her back to their room. It wouldn't be the last time he had to do that too. Lisbeth and Lori were tight, good friends and he was glad she had another woman to talk to.

Maybe brunettes had to stick together, he had thought, they were the only two in the group at that time. Later they met Maggie Greene but at that time it was just Lori and Lisbeth who had hit it off so well.

They had hit it off so well that his girlfriend had been passed out and missed all of the Jenner drama.

He had come back for her and woke her up, way down the hall in the opposite direction of their escape.

He could have left her to die, but he didn't.

"Wake up Lizzie, we gotta go." He said as he threw their clothes into a backpack because by that time they were together after two weeks of dancing around the attraction they felt in the quarry and on the road to the CDC. When it came time to chooses rooms he just took her hand and said. "You're with me."

And so she was.

But he could have left her there, they had just missed being pulverized by the CDC computer induced explosion. It would have been smarter of him to just run like everyone else, he had run, right to her. The old Daryl wouldn't leave an innocent woman behind and the new post turn Daryl didn't because she was his girl now.

So did Lisbeth trust him to tie her to the bed they shared in the room next to Maggie's in the big white farmhouse, the answer was yes, she trusted him with everything.

If anyone had told Daryl a year ago that he would be living commune style with a group of essentially yuppies in a big beautiful farmhouse and in a relationship with a doctor he would have laughed himself silly.

But the dead walked the earth now and the old world was gone. Lisbeth didn't care who he was before, only about who he was now and that freed him for so many things. He could rise above the label of redneck or trailer trash and hold his head up high.

He did that too, but right now his head wanted to get between her long beautiful legs. After he had secured her arms above her head to the head board her got up on his knees between her legs. He had not tied them and he ran his hands over her thighs and she hissed a breath out.

"Shhhhhh." He said with a finger to his lips. "If you can't be quiet I'll gag you." He said sliding down to her foot and tying it to the bed rail with a silk tie. Then he came to her other foot and held it up, with her legs spread like this he had a great view of her lacy red panties, just under the matching red tank top she wore. She didn't have a bra on and he could see the outline of her nipples through the material. It was driving him crazy.

He licked his lips looking at her that way, with her legs spread and her arms tied to the head board. Her whole body on display for him.

She watched his eyes grow dark, his pupils blown wide as he looked at her. He rested her foot against the side of his face and bit softly on the pad of her foot. She arched her back and let out the softest of sighs and then he sucked on each one of her toes.

Daryl watched as she writhed on the bed, trying hard to muffle her sounds and failing miserably. That was something he loved about her, when there wasn't someone sleeping on the other side of the wall that is.

Lisbeth always came like a freight train and it was a full body and auditory event, and he would be lying if he said he didn't think it was hot as fuck. Before the turn he slept around some and picked up pointers from Merle, but even this was out of Merle's wheelhouse.

And she had asked him to do it.

Of course he said yes, it was like his kinkiest dreams had just come true. He had found the expensive silk ties when they had raided one of the fancier stores in town and he had grabbed a handful. Lisbeth had already told him she wanted it, so when he came back from the run and he pulled them out of his back pack she about lost her mind.

"Lisbeth." He cautioned, sliding his tongue over the arch of her foot on purpose and she moaned again. "I will gag you."

Then he took that foot and tied it down, grinning down at her. He was between her legs still and he ran his hands over her legs slowly.

"I can't wait." He kissed behind her knee, licking her skin and sucking softly. "To taste you." Then his lips were on her thigh. "I know you're sweet."

His lips were on her thigh, but his hands were playing with the lacy waistband of her panties. He intended to drag this out until she was so wound up that she levitated off the fucking bed. He skimmed down her panties with his thumb, and was delighted to find her wet already.

This excited her and so it excited him. But knowing she was responding to him already just about made him cum right there.

"Oh, you dirty girl." He groaned sliding his thumb across the material as she squeaked and tried to open her legs wider. "You're soaked and I aint even touched ya yet."

Then he took his hand away and she let out a discontented breath. "Daryl." She hissed and he just sat on his knees and ran his hands up and down her inner thighs. Every third or fourth swipe he would dip his thumbs over her panties and take them away, grinning down at her.

"I love how fuckin wet you are…" He said quietly still torturing her with occasional swipes of his thumbs where she wanted them, but he always took it away. He brought his face closer to hers, his eyes now dark with desire, as she was sure her own were. "First I'm going to touch you." He kissed her once and she lifted her head searching for more. He moved just out of her reach, and she slammed her head back on the pillow. "Then I'm going to eat you, and if you haven't used your safe word by then?" He kissed her again, licking her lips this time before pulling away. "If you haven't cracked by then? I'm going to fuck you until you cum buckets all over this nice quilt here."

Lisbeth was on fire and he was the only one who could put it out. Working in the ER for years and being in control all the time at work made her yearn to give up control just a little bit to another person. She had not found that person until that day in the store when that walker was about to chow down on her and it got an arrow through the head for its trouble.

"Oh God." She moaned out as she felt his fingers edging into her panties. He stopped again, leaving his fingers there, but he didn't move them. She was sure he could feel the incessant throbbing between her legs. "I'm gonna fuck you so good baby."

"Who's the boss of you?" He said, traveling his finger up towards her clit, but stopping just short of it.

"You are." She said, her wrists straining at the ties. She tried in vain to move her lower body to get his fingers where she wanted them.

"Don't move." He said, placing a hand on her stomach to make sure she stayed put. Then he slid a finger inside of her, the tension between them was so high it had his dick straining out of his pants. But he was a patient man, and he had self-control.

Her legs were trembling slightly and he looked down towards the ties and he slid another finger inside her. Lisbeth groaned out her approval of that and arched her back again. He said he'd never done this before but she was doubtful now, he was pretty good at getting her all worked up and leaving her right on the edge.

"Not too tight?"

"I'm fine." She answered. "But… I need…"

"What do you need baby?" He whispered hotly to her.

"I need to cum." She answered.

He grinned. "I know baby, you will." He pulled his fingers out. "When I say you can." Then he slid them over her clit so lightly she mewed in protest and tried to move against his fingers. The repeated the process a few times with his fingers inside her, gliding his thumb over her clit once and pulling his fingers out. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was breathing heavier and heavier, her hips moving against his hand seeking out relief.

"Ah, ah sweetheart, if you cum before I say you can, I'm going to punish you." He said and she stopped moving, he reached for her underwear and pulled up on it slightly, gazing into her eyes. He could tell all the dirty talk was getting to her as it always did.

Daryl often wondered what kind of stuffy, buttoned up men she had been with before. She was what Merle called a firecracker in the sack. He knew the minute he untied her she would fuck his brains out and right into the mattress. Contrary to what most people thought, he was quite experienced with the fairer sex, and most definitely not a virgin.

He pulled her underwear again, letting it glide over her and she sighed like a contented cat. "Mmmmmm…Daryl." She sighed out his name like a prayer. "Yes…."

"Don't' cum or I'll spank that ass of yours." He ran his hands over her stomach and breasts and watched her breathing start to quicken. Her dark curly hair was fanned out on the pillow like a crown and she looked so lovely.

Whatever he had done to deserve her, he would do it again, and be grateful the turn brought her to him. He let his palms linger on her breasts, feeling her nipples harden at his touch.

"Please…" She moaned quietly. "Stop dicking around."

Then his face was where his hand had been and he licked her through the material of her shirt until there was a huge wet spot and she was teetering on the edge yet again.

"Do you want it?" He purred as his hands traveled lower on her body followed by his lips. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"So bad baby." She breathed out. "So bad."

His lips stopped at her stomach and he dipped his tongue into her belly button as he yanked her underwear off with one motion and threw them over his shoulder. Lisbeth grinned down at him and he saw something in her face.

She was in love with him, he was sure of it.

Slowly he kissed down her stomach and over her hip, taking a look at her and giving her a wicked grin just before he shoved his face between her legs. He licked her with the flat of his tongue and her legs trembled at the feeling. Daryl ate pussy like it was his day job and she knew he wasn't going to leave he hanging much longer.

Lisbeth could feel the fire that had been low key burning in her gut start to ignite and spread all through her body. She tingled from head to toe as he slid his tongue against her and now it was he that was groaning.

"Fuck me you taste like fresh peaches." He said bringing his head up for a moment and them going right back to work. He swirled his tongue around and brought her to the edge only to stop two more times, and she was cursing him by that time.

"You wanna cum baby?" He asked quietly and she nodded her head.

"Please, please, please." She begged and he felt his dick twitch at her words and not for the first time that night.

"Alright, you've been a good girl haven't you?" He said spreading her thighs wider.

"Yes…" She moaned.

"So you should get your reward…" He said and then he was full on licking and sucking his way from one side of her to the next. It didn't take long, just as he predicted because he had edged her so much in the build-up. He knew she was going to explode in seconds and he wished he could see her face.

He knew how soft her features were when she was almost there, the deep red flush that came over her chest and he loved seeing that. He loved watching her creamy white skin flushed from what he was doing and the love drunk look on her face when she came.

From the top of her head to her toes it spread through her like a wild fire and she wanted to scream her head right off, but she couldn't. She could control that, but she couldn't control the tremors and waves of pleasure that went through her body.

Daryl stayed between her legs and felt the convulsions of her body around his fingers but he watched her cum. There wasn't anything better in this world than watching your girl, totally losing it and knowing it was because of what you had done.

He rose up on his knees and unbuckle his pants, never breaking eye contact with her. She could see his dick straining to be released and he watched he lick her lips.

"You want me to untie you so we can fuck proper?" He asked and she nodded. In one swift move he had untied both her hands, the ties had been in bows. Then his feet were on the floor and he shucked off his jeans and untied her feet.

He had just gotten his pants off and her body slammed against him and her arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed him hard and pried his lips open fiercely with hers, shoving her tongue into his mouth. As she devoured his mouth with hers she was able to get him on his back on the bed, although they were laying across it.

Lisbeth didn't seem to care, she crawled over him and slid down on his dick before he knew what happened. He quickly got with the program and placed his hand on her hips as she fucked him into the mattress, as advertised.

"Fuck yes, Lisbeth, ride it baby." He groaned as he felt the tidal wave of pleasure but also emotion taking over him as he looked up at her.

She was a wild thing with her hair going all over the place and sweat a thin sheen all over her skin. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen or been with. He couldn't stop looking at her and into her eyes and he couldn't hold back another second. He came in a rush, fighting to keep quiet although he knew people could probably hear them, they hadn't been as quiet as they wanted.

She arched her back and pushed into him as he let go and emptied every bit of himself into her. He had never come so hard in his life.

"I love you sweetheart." He said later as they lay together on the bed, his hands playing with her hair as her head rested on his chest.

"I love you too."

The next day he and Rick were due to go on a run, two towns away. He knew there was the kind of store there that he wanted. Even though it didn't mean the same as it did before the turn, he wanted it, tomorrow he was going to grab two wedding bands.