ALRIGHT EVERYONE. Here's teh chapter you've all been waiting for! (In more ways than one ;) you catching my drift?)
Well... for those of you that aren't, here is your long awaited Lemon YAY. So enjoy that.

Warning for minors and those that don't want to read smut... ITS AT THE BEGINNING.

It had been six months since the assault in the prison by The Governor and his men. Six months since we'd had any real fear for our lives. We'd grown a lot since then, we took in what remained of Woodbury, their supplies, even managed to get our hands on the Woodbury generators. We had a working kitchen, overhead lights, which meant no more nights spent in the utter darkness and hot showers.

I sighed to myself as the water ran down my body. I remembered life before the warm showers and shuddered, relishing in this newfound gift. It took us sometime to hook up the generators, we needed certain cables, but once they were up and running it was like heaven. We had returned a bit of normalcy this completely unnatural world.

Slowly I worked my hands through my hair, using the last bit of shampoo I'd managed to salvage from a convenience store shelve. I hissed as my hair got caught in a big knot, pulling harshly at my scalp. I removed my hand, looking at it in the water, where I saw my ring, my wedding band, and smiled.

I heard footsteps approaching and I rinsed off my hair before peaking out through the curtain. Daryl walked in, already in the process of removing his shirt. He tossed it sideways, onto the bench against the wall and I pulled away from the curtain turning back to the water.

The curtain screeched behind me as Daryl drew it open and I hissed as the cool air hit me.

"Close the curtain." I whined, fake shivering. Daryl smirked at me, doing as I asked him, slinking his arms around me tightly. I melted into his chest.

"We're goin on a run later, ya ready for it?" Daryl asked me quietly, kissing my shoulder. His lips sent shivers down my spine.

"Piece of cake." I replied just as quietly. I felt his lips twist into a smile as he placed them again on my shoulder, more gently this time. I sighed heavily, leaning my face to the side. I entwined our hands slowly, looking down at our fingers, the rings glinting in the dim light. Again I smiled, just looking at them. Six months…

His lips moved up my shoulder, until they came to the sensitive skin of my collarbone, this time more rough. I stifled a moan, instead pulling my hair to the side so he could get a better angle.

His hands roamed my body eagerly, one resting on my upper thigh, while the other snaked it way up my rib cage. He teased me, but only for a moment, before his hand cupped my breast, flicking my nipple playfully. I shuddered and he grinned, doing it again, as his other thumb lightly grazed my folds. I moaned, grinding back into him.

Daryl spun me around, picking me up and crashing us against the shower wall. His lips found mine eagerly, and I kissed him back just as hard. He teased me, prodding me gently with his fingertips, while his other hand roamed over my breasts.

"God, just take me." I begged, out of breath. Daryl smirked at me, but he did as he was told. He entered me, and in one thrust buried himself deeply. I moaned, grinding up against him, eliciting a deep, throaty growl from him. I ground down on him again and he shuddered underneath me, squeezing my thighs tightly.

Daryl began to thrust, slowly at first, his rhythms matching mine perfectly. The shower steam made it hard to breath, which only made me even hotter. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, keeping him deep, bottoming out inside of me.

A familiar warmth grew deep down in the pit of my stomach, and I clawed at his shoulders arching my back stiffly. With every thrust I could feel myself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god… Daryl…" I swooned as he rocked me, his thrusts becoming rougher, more pointed. I clung to him for dear life, my shower long forgotten, and I yelled out in pleasure as he pushed me over the edge.

His moans mingled with mine, which only made my climax more intense. I squeezed him tightly, drawing him deeper into me. His lips met mine again, as he moaned into my mouth. He was close, and I was dizzy, but in my sex-induced stupor I pushed off the wall, impaling myself with all of him.

"Oh god!" He moaned. Daryl slammed my hips down on to his, his fingers white with how hard he was gripping my thighs. Daryl stiffened inside of me and I came again, causing him to shudder with release.

We stayed clung together for what felt like a lifetime, panting heavily. I looked into his eyes, my heart full of love and affection, and he smiled at me, kissing my forehead gently.

"I love you…" I whispered.

"I love you." Daryl returned.

It was my turn to cook breakfast that morning, but Daryl had made me late. When I got outside a few people had already sat down, waiting for me.

"Beau!" They yelled to me. I sighed, rolling my eyes. One of the new girls, Sarah, held her hands up, mocking impatience. "What the hell, woman, we're starving!" She called.

"Oh stop. Or you'll be last in line." I teased, hopping around the makeshift counter we'd constructed. On top of the power generators, we'd made an outdoor eatery, something I liked to take credit for, complete with it's own brick grill and condiments. Those, however, I couldn't take credit for, that was all Daryl.

It only took me a few minutes to get the eggs ready and everyone came up to get their fill. The cellblock door creaked open and I glanced up to see Daryl making his way outside. Everyone that he passed called to him, he'd grown popular in the past few months and I smirked as he walked up to me, obviously uncomfortable.

"About time." I teased, handing him a plate. Daryl raised his eyebrow at me, before leaning over to kiss my cheek.

"Smells good, Darlin." He winked at me, grabbing up a piece of bread.

"Hey Daryl!" Another survivor called to him. Daryl cleared his throat awkwardly. He didn't like the attention, but whether he liked it or not, these people looked up at him.

"Just so you know, I liked you first." I pouted, filling his plate.

"Stop." Daryl guffawed, as if I said something completely ridiculous. He looked out at the people we'd taken in, some were from Woodbury and some were from random, smaller camps we found. "Rick brought in a lot of them too." He said, gesturing to the people. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Not recently." I told him. A little girl waved at him as she walked by, a gesture that he returned awkwardly. I chuckled, watching her walk off with her mother. "Giving strangers sanctuary, keeping them fed, you're going to have to live with the love." The girl looked over her shoulder and I smiled at her, waving.

"I can live with it, but can you?" He eyed me devilishly and I smirked at him.

"Keep doing what you did this morning and I think I can manage." I purred. Daryl chuckled, taking a bite of the food I'd prepared for him. I sighed, looking over at the fence that surrounded the prison. It was beginning to get over run again, and I was just out there yesterday.

"What?" Daryl had noticed my change in demeanor.

"I need you to see something. Patrick, you wanna take over?" I turned to the young man who was waiting at the prep table. He looked up, nodding at me eagerly and I handed him my spatula.

"Yes ma'am." He said, taking the piece of cutlery. "Uh Mr. Dixon," Daryl stifled a sigh and I brought my hand to my mouth, covering my grin. "I just wanted to thank you for bringing that buck back yesterday, It was a real treat sir. And I'd be honored to shake your hand." My grin widened as Daryl went red in the face, looking over to me for help. I cleared my throat, stepping away from the men.

Daryl glared at me, sighing heavily. He squared off at Patrick, sucking each one of his fingers loudly before taking the boy's hand firmly in his. I chuckled heartily as Daryl shook his hand, turning and walking away. I heard Daryl's heavy bootsteps behind me and I glance over my shoulder at him.

"Though you said you could live with the love?" I teased walking out onto the yard. I waved over at Rick and Hershel, who were busy plowing the vegetable patch they planted.

"From a distance." He smirked at me. I smiled, looking up at the fence line. My smile dropped as I saw the oncoming horde. The morning stakers had already made their way into the guard run, eagerly striking down the walkers as they came. "I don't know if Karen is gonna be able to spare a lot of people for the run today."

"But that place is good to go, we jus gotta move on it." He said matter of factly.

"You know how Rick and I were just out here before lights out last night? Yeah… We had a pretty big build up over night." I sighed, pointing to the fence. "Dozens more towards tower three. I haven't seen it this bad since last month. They don't spread out anymore." I sighed crossing my arms.

"With more of us sitting here, we're drawin' more of 'em out. Get enough of those damn fence clingers, they start to herd up." Daryl pointed at the large group that the stakers were currently working.

"So you see the dilemma." I teased him. Daryl glared at me, chewing on his food. "It's manageable, but unless we get ahead of it, not for long, sorry pookie." I pouted. Daryl scoffed, nudging me with his elbow and turning away. I chuckled, following him with my eyes, but I stayed rooted where I stood.

My smile faded slowly as I studied the fence, biting my lip anxiously. Something had to be done about those walkers, but what I didn't know. They were already buckling the fence under their weight, it couldn't handle too many more groups like this one.

There was laughter down by the fence, a bunch of the kids had gathered around and it seemed like they were playing with the walkers. I frowned, furrowing my brow as I approached them silently.

"Nick look over here!" I heard one of the girls shout. I narrowed my eyes at them as they began to laugh, pointing at the other walkers and calling out names. They were naming them, a thought that left me deeply unsettled.

"Hi Nick!" The called to him. I frowned as the children waved at them.

"You're naming them?" I said in disbelief. The kids stopped abruptly, turning to look at me. A few of them seemed rather ashamed.

"Well one of them had a name tag, so we though all of them should…" The younger blonde girl said quietly. I looked from her, to the walkers on the other side of the fence. One of the snarling walkers was pushed up against the side with a nametag that clearly read 'Nick.' Slowly I crouched down so I was at eye level with the children.

"They had names when they were alive, but they're dead now." I told them, looking at each one in turn. They had to understand that these things were not people anymore, they were monsters, killers.

"No they're not, they're just different." Another girl spoke. She stood taller, defiantly looking at me, where as the other kids shied away from me. I licked my lips, trying desperately to phrase what I needed to say to her in the best manner, bc honestly I wanted to grab her by her shoulders and shake her.

"Sweetheart," I started slowly. "They don't talk, they don't think." I sighed, looking at the other kids. I figured I needed to stop beating around the bush. "They eat people. They kill people."

"People kill people, they still have names." I didn't quiet know what to say, it was true, I was guilty of that and people still called me Beau. I glanced over at the snarling walkers who were rattling against the fence.

"They're not people, and they're not pets." I sighed. I stood, asserting my authority. "Don't name them." The girl glowered up at me momentarily before rolling her eyes.

"We're supposed to go read, come on." She told the other kids, stalking away from me. They followed her quietly, each of them giving me a dirty look. I sighed, watching them walk off, seeing Carl watching our interaction from the pigpen. I shook my head, grabbing up a nearby stake.

I walked up to Nick, watching him quietly. He was gross, definitely been dead a while, and he snarled at me hungrily. I rolled my eyes, not letting the little girl get to me, and shoved my stake through his face, watching him drop to the ground. I felt eyes on me and I turned around.

The girl from before had stopped on her way up to the prison and now she stared at me angrily. I didn't look away from her as I staked another walker at the end of my pole. It hit the ground with a satisfying thud and she turned away, leading the kids back up to the prison.

Sorry its taking so long guys, but i am going to slow down on posting bc of my manga, but you should expect a chapter DEFINITELY once a week. :( i so sowwy