Burn Burn [Daryl Dixon]

Fireworks [Chapter 14]

Alice snapped out of her day dream; memories from other fires in her life flooding back. No more than a month later from that moment, Alice was pregnant and Callie was dead. Without her best friend, Alice felt herself rapidly fall down a path she never knew existed; it was one that she had been clawing to get out of for twelve years now, but it was as if she was at the bottom of a well, the walls a smooth concrete that would never allow for climbing.

Dropping her head down, Alice had her lips pressed sloppily against Daryl’s calloused hands. Her tongue pressed against him lightly, but she pulled it back as it reminded her of how his lips had tasted. She knew that if she was going to get through this detox, she was going to need another sort of drug to keep her alive. That drug was Daryl, and in that moment they were at their most vulnerable. Just having lost someone, suffering emotional scars from years past, and alone.

Alice slammed her lips to Daryl’s, hoping her passion and forcefulness would prevent him from thinking back to the lies she fed him before. She didn’t kiss him before to earn a place in the Dixon house hold, no, she kissed him for much deeper reasons than that. It seemed Daryl didn’t care to ask questions this time, as his lips parted and his tongue began to massage against hers, pressing dominantly against hers.

Alice rose from the couch, her dress shifting up above her upper thigh to reveal her tiger tattoo that climbed up her thigh, ripping the flesh from her skin. Daryl slipped his hand around her back, pressing against the black fabric of her dress. He sucked in air for a moment, and his lips crash landed back on hers. She wrapped her thin legs around his waist, pressing her breasts to his broad chest. Her hands tangled in his dirty-brown hair and her breathing began to increase in speed.

Sloppily, Daryl stumbled over the crate on the ground, but maintained his balance and keeping both him and Alice from landing on the floor. She moved her lips away from his, allowing him to see as he made his way to his bedroom. They crashed through the door in their heated passion, lips and skin colliding every second. Daryl pulled Alice’s dress up over her head, and then brought her down on the small bed. It was no larger than a double, and the mattress had never been flipped, leaving a Daryl imprint in the center. The metal springs and legs of the bed creaked under their weight, but it didn’t matter to them.

Daryl didn’t bother with his boots nor his shirt, but rather swiftly unbuckled his belt, tossing it aside once he had pulled it from the loops of his jeans. He only pulled his jeans down to his mid thighs, so into the moment that spending even a few more seconds away from Alice might change the entire outcome of this night. He didn’t have time to think as Alice reached her hands around his back, her soft skin pressing against his back. She could feel scars underneath her fingers, but made no note of it as everyone had scars.

Daryl slipped her panties off and slid himself within her walls then, his actions fast and eager. Alice moaned as his hips slapped against hers, his member deep within her. They stayed locked together, moving their hips rapidly. Jerky movements kept their bodies as one, never breaking apart. Though the moment was coming to an end rather quickly, Alice felt herself shudder underneath Daryl. There was something different about being with Daryl that she had never experienced before. Something that blossomed deeper within Alice, a place she didn’t know existed between her.

Daryl finished moments after Alice and he collapsed beside her, quickly pulling his boxers and jeans back up. Alice lied on her back, looking at the ceiling. It was scattered with stains from who knows what, water leaks had left ugly brown stains as well. It had been white once, but was now a greyish. Alice’s blue eyes shut as she began to cry. It wasn’t from the sex or being with Daryl, and in fact, she couldn’t truly pin point what was causing her reaction.

Perhaps it was the fact that it had been more meaningful than any time with Johnny had been. She had given him twelve years of her life only to find that it had been for nothing. He had never given her that feeling in the pit of her stomach that meant she was in love with him. He had never made her feel like she was worth something. She stopped her tears with a bit of willpower and looked over at Daryl, who had not noticed her crying. She wondered if Daryl would make her feel like she was worth something.

But the true question was not one that Daryl could answer.

The true question was was she worth something?

Alice rolled off of the small bed and grabbed her dress, pulling it over her slender body. The cotton and spandex fabric clung to her moist skin, evidence of what she and Daryl had done together. Daryl was sitting on the end of the bed when Alice turned back to look at him; there was something in his blue ocean eyes that Alice couldn’t seem to let go of, and yet no words were able to escape her mouth. Daryl, however, was able to speak for her.

“If that was out o’ pity…”

“It wasn’t.” She managed. She truly thought Daryl had done it out of pity for her, not the other way around.

“Or because ya think ya owe me…”

She shook her head, “No.”

“Good.” Daryl half smiled, rising from the bed and walking over to the petite orange-haired woman. He placed one hand on her shoulder, the other underneath her chin, tilting her lips upwards towards his own. “Can ya promise me somethin’?”

Alice shook her head, “That depends.”

“Find some work, help pay rent rather than…” He drifted off, not wanting to say the words ‘fuck Merle’.

Alice was pleased that Daryl wanted her to try a little harder, and for once in her life, she decided that it would be good for her. “I will… soon.”

Daryl nodded in approval.

“Merle can’t know about what happened here tonight.” Alice said, and the look that could have been happiness in Daryl’s eyes faded rapidly.

So, I went a little overboard with chapter 15, it is about 200 words longer than the others. Hopefully I can keep up with that and make the chapters a little longer! I can't promise it for every chapter though.

I do have a question for you readers; do you want flashbacks as I have been doing them or do you want them in a italicized font? I want to make it easier for people to differentiate from flashback to current, so let me know!