Disclaimer: I do not known, own and all that jazz anything having to do with The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon or Norman Reedus. A lot of that credit goes to the wonderful Robert Kirkman and the brilliant acting talent of Norman. This is all in fun and all in my mind. No offense intended to anyone.

This story came about from a confession actually on the Tumblr walkingdeadconfessions that read over a photo of Daryl, "I just want to have violent sex with him.". I figured I'd give the people that feel that way *coughmyselfincludedcough* the chance to read and fantasize about doing just that. Warning:There is some blood play and things get graphic and a bit rough. Nothing too bad though. Smut, smut, smut. Enjoy! ;) Also please R&R and let me know if I should write more cause I am undecided if it's done or not. Thanks. - saintsugarcyanide

Just Let Go

"I don't want you to go." She spoke the simple sentence at barely a whisper. His perfect blue eyes glanced up at her and she looked away to hide her own tears. She could see his hands clench for a moment. She still refused to look up. She couldn't believe she had admitted that. She had met Daryl Dixon a week prior. He had saved her from a walker that was damn close to ripping out her throat. They had just hung out and talked for almost the entire week. They met in the woods by a small creek where no one else had been spotted so far. No people, no walkers, just nature and the two of them. He had his group, she had hers. Neither group knew of these little meetings and they planned to keep it that way. They both just needed a friend. Daryl made her laugh with his crazy stories of backwoods country life with an even crazier family. It sometimes made her sad because she could see the pain in his eyes and the way he flinched when she touched him in any way.

He has shown up today and immediately told her that his group was moving on. He had said it with a certain look in his eyes. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that look. It had been a strange cross between longing, sadness and relief. But she had only felt pain. She may not have known him long but she couldn't imagine life without him already. He has taught her so much in such a short time. What plants to avoid so she wouldn't end up with a wicked rash, what was and wasn't edible, how to hunt, even if it was limited to squirrel. Daryl had opened up a whole world to her. They had laughed themselves silly when she fell in the creek yesterday looking for a damn fish.

"I have ta go. Don't do this." She took a deep breath to rid herself of the tears and decided on doing something she had never done before. "You're right. I'm sorry, Daryl. You gotta go, you gotta go. But you will remember me always." She leaned toward him on the fallen tree they were sitting on a placed a hand on his coarse cheek, turning him to face her. Then she pressed her lips against his softly. His eyes widened and he stiffened all over. She pulled back, embarrassed. "I...I'm sorry." Daryl took the casually slung crossbow off his back and placed it gently on the ground, out of the way. He turned to straddle the tree and pulled her so they were face to face, inhaling each others very breath. "Yer damn right I'll 'member ya." He ran a strong hand through her hair tenderly and studied her face. "Daryl, I know this is gonna sound weird but I see the stress and anger and hurt in you. Let it all out. On me. Then walk away. Think of it as my way of paying you back for saving my life. I want this." A flash of shock went through his eyes, and he looked down at the ground. "That's it then, huh? Ya think ya owe me sumthin'?" "No! God no, Daryl! I want this, I want you, I want your...release. Frankly, I need my own as well. Think of it as a memory to think of when things get too rough in this fucked up dead world. The moment when it was just us, doing anything. we. Want." He looked up quizzically, "Anythin'? Ya mean, just let go?" She nodded slowly, trying to convey how serious she was.

Before she even knew what was happening, his hand was back in her hair but now it was gripping a chunk tightly. He pulled her head back roughly and she gasped. He let go quickly and stammered, "I'm...ah fuck..sorry...I'm new ta this...I mean..." She wrapped her hand around the back of his delicious neck and dug her nails in as deeply as she could, bringing a gasp from him this time, "Did I fucking say to stop?" One side of his mouth curled up in a sexy smirk and his eyes darkened with lust. He quickly gripped her hair up in his fist again and pulled, snapping her head back. She felt his hot mouth near but not on the flesh of her neck as he whispered, "Gonna take my time..." She wasn't sure if that was directed at her or if he was just reminding himself to slow down. She removed her hand from the back of his neck and felt something wet. She had some of his blood on her fingers from the nail mauling. Since he was still just breathing on her neck she brought one bloody finger to her mouth and sucked on it. His grip on her hair loosened and he snapped to look at her immediately. She smiled around her finger, "Guess I drew some blood." She pulled the finger out with a pop once it was clean and her mouth was full of that wonderful cooper taste.

No warning, Daryl went from wide eyed and stone still to raping her mouth with his in a flash. It was all lips and tongue and teeth. He was an expert kisser, rough yet somehow still tender. Needing to do something with her hands, she began to unbutton his sleeveless shirt clumsily. Finally succeeding, she shoved it off of him and ran her hands over his sculpted chest. She tangled her fingers in the smattering of hair there and let her fingers dance slowly over the many, many scars. Scars she refused to think about right now. Daryl sucked her lower lip into his mouth and suckled for a moment before kissing a burning line down her chin to her throat. He licked up her jugular and back down it again slowly before attaching his talented mouth to where her neck and shoulder met. He sucked hard, causing her to moan in mingled pain and pleasure. She trailed her hands lower, past his belly, to the enormous bulge in his pants. Finding the outline of his cock, she tantalizingly pulled her hand along the entire length of it, but softly and still on the out side of the pants. A small wet spot had formed from pre-cum, directing her to the head. Pulling the material a taught around the head as she could with one hand, she rubbed the ball of her thumb on her other hand in a circle along it. He stopped his vampire act and growled. Fucking growled like an animal.

She froze from that noise. It was the hottest sound she had ever heard. And coming from what she was pretty sure had already been and now definitely was the world's sexiest man? She needed a second to pull herself together or she might be done before he even touched her below the neck. "I just need a minute, Daryl." She tenderly touched the huge hickey he had left and winced. Then she looked at him. He was chuckling to himself. "What?" "Too much fer ya ta handle? 'Sposed ta be other way 'round." She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. He laughed harder. She quickly removed her tank top and bra. He shut up then. It was her time to smirk. Got knocked off her face pretty quickly though when he picked her up and slammed her back first into the nearest tree. "Ow! Fuck, that bark hurts like...oh god! Daryl!" She had wrapped her legs around his waist and he was grinding his hard dick into her pelvis as his mouth made it's way to her breasts. Again the pain and pleasure mixed. God, she just wanted him inside of her already. But she knew from the way he was slowing down at everything, that this was far from over.

He proved it by setting her on the ground a second later, without even making it to her nipples yet. She stood there, a bit confused as he walked away for a moment and bent down briefly. He walked slowly back to her, a devilish gleam in his eyes, as he held up the crossbow bolt he had gotten, and ran his finger over the sharp tip of it. It made a tiny prick in his finger. She grabbed his hand and ran her tongue up from his palm to the bloody fingertip. Swirling her tongue around a bit before plunging the entire finger into her mouth in one fell swoop, Daryl moaned and closed his eyes. She was indulging her blood kink and he seemed to be loving it. He opened his eyes as she continued sucking, and ran the bolt down her neck, to her chest, then to her breasts. She released his finger from her mouth, "That's really sharp." "Mmmhmm." "Should I be scared?" He raised an eyebrow at her and trailed the bolt down her taut stomach gently and dug it into her side a bit,"Wanna be?" He had a wild look in his eyes and she did feel a slight pang of fear for a moment. But she wouldn't back down. She simply stared back into his eyes, defiantly,"Try me, Dixon."

He gripped the bolt in his hand and let his arms fall to the side. Then he kissed her again, with such force and passion her head hit the tree again. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers began to pinch and roll her nipples between them harshly. He slid his perfect mouth down the front of her throat and finally made his way to her nipples. He attacked them with force, sucking and biting just hard enough to hurt. She dug her nails into his shoulders, putting indentations into the little smattering of freckles there. He looked up, those baby blues locking with her eyes,"Clothes. Off. Now." He stood back as she hurriedly removed her jeans and lacy panties. The bulge in his pants was really obvious now. "I feel awfully nude over here. Care to join me?" He eyed her up and down, lustfully,"Not jus' yet."

She mocked annoyance and he smiled. Daryl made his way back to her and trailed the bolt down her body again, stopping at her inner thigh this time with it. He dug in just enough to make a small cut before dropping the bolt to the ground as she winced at the sharp pain. Daryl got to his knees and lifted her leg over his shoulder. Like a kitten, he lapped up the wound he had made, blowing cool air on it once it was clean. His talented mouth teased, nipping around her labia before finally letting his tongue dip into her wet warmth. He gripped her clitoris between his teeth gently, alternating between using teeth and tongue. One muscular, tanned, perfect arm wrapped around the leg on his shoulder, offering her support to stand as she tried not to thrash around. She was moaning and nearly screaming as he continued to eat her out. He began sliding a finger inside of her tightness and fucking her with his fingers as he continued. That was all she could take as she came hard with a scream of his name.

Carelessly, he stood up, licking his fingers off. "Let's go ta our crick fer a swim." On shaky legs, she followed him through the woods, coming across his pants and shorts along the way. She came to the creek a few seconds after him and saw the most lovely view of his perfect, tight ass as he got into the water. She watched him from the waterside as he washed up a bit. He dived under the shallow water and came up dripping. Water droplets rolled down his chiseled face, the sunlight reflected off of the blonde that dabbled here and there in his hair, his mouth hung slightly slack in the sexiest manner she'd ever seen. The beauty of him took her breath away. She couldn't even remember how to move. "Git over here, babe." He broke her from her daze. She got slowly into the chilly water, letting herself adjust to the temperature and waded over to Daryl.

He grabbed her and began kissing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around him as they made out like horny teenagers. He slowly entered her with his throbbing hard cock. He was a damn good amount to handle. It felt like pure euphoria to finally be one. He continued kissing her all over her neck, face and breasts as he rocked in and out of her, still very slowly so she could feel every last inch. "Ya feel so good." he breathed into her ear in that husky voice that dripped with sex no matter what he said. She could only make little whimpers and pants and moans. No coherent thought was possible anymore as he made love to her. He was coming close so he pulled out suddenly. She looked at him sadly, "Oh god, why did you stop?" He took her by the hand and led her to a nearby smooth, large rock,"Still not done with ya." He sat down and tried to catch his breath as she tested to see how shallow the water was in front of him. It was really shallow here. She dropped to her knees in front of him.

Looking up at him with her eyes, she took him into her mouth. She used one hand to fondle his balls gently and sucked his dick like an expect porn star. One hand gripped his delicious hipbone as she deep throated him. Daryl simply leaned back on his elbows and moaned her name softly. She didn't want to send him over the edge, so she stopped after a few minutes when his breathing was completely erratic. He simply sat trying to get himself under control for a moment as the silence rang out. She stood, looking down at his flawless body until he stood and turned her back to him and pulled her against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat in her spine and her own heart skipped a beat when he spoke through gritted teeth,"Bend over tha rock." She did as told and he slid in quickly and completely. He had a death grip on her hips as he thrust hard and deep in and out. He moved slow at first, planting tiny kisses on her back every so often. Then he quickened to a frenzied pace, pounding into her. She knew she was going to be cut up a bit from the rock but couldn't even bring herself to care as he kept going deeper and harder until she screamed. A slew of curse words came from his mouth as he came closer and closer to his release. Daryl kept slowing down to make it last and hard core, flat out fucked her for a good hour before he was done for. With that animalistic growl that had almost had her done for before, he came hard and deep. She could feel every drop and she came as well with a tree rattling scream.

After a quick dip in the creek again, where they just tenderly kissed, no words exchanged, they got back to the clearing and got dressed. Daryl slung his crossbow back over his shoulder and looked at her. She was fighting back tears again. "Dark fallin' soon. Gotta go." She just nodded at him. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning to walk away. She took and deep breath and yelled, "Dixon!" and ran to him. She crashed her lips into his and he kissed back, hard. When they finally pulled apart, she said, "Be safe out there. Maybe we'll meet again someday. Remember me?" Tears were pooling up even in his eyes now,"Ya be safe too, an' maybe. Always. I'll always 'member ya." He walked off quickly and was gone before he could see her collapse to the ground in tears.

The End?