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Always - Part 8

This is the most recent part I have written for this so far and after the amount of hateful, anonymous comments left in my inbox after part 7, this may be the last part for this story. 

KEY:

Thoughts

~Dream~

*** Time jump

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Flashback

[His POV]

             The sun streamed in through the window. I rubbed my eyes and turned my head towards her side of the bed. It was empty. I quickly got dressed and headed down the stairs. She sat in the middle of the living room floor and stared at the blood stains on the white tile floor. “Mornin’, girl. Ya alright?”

             No reply. She didn’t even glance in my direction. I knelt in front of her and looked at her eyes. They were emotionless and dull. There was no life inside of them. There were no tears. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek. She jumped away from the touch and stood to her feet. She walked into the kitchen and I heard her digging through the cabinets.

             Sadness filled my thoughts as I waited for her to return to the living room. She walked straight up the stairs to our bedroom. I sighed and started making breakfast. Once it was made, I climbed up the stairs and headed to our room to take her a plate but stopped in my tracks at the top of the stairs. My clothes, vest, shoes, and crossbow were laid outside the door of our bedroom.

             Anger surged through my body and I threw the plate against the ground. She’s really gonna just shove me away? She’s gonna jus throw ma shit out and not speak to me? She ain’t playing fair. I didn’t do shit ta her and she wants ta treat me this way? I grabbed the shit and threw it into the room I used when I first arrived. I slammed the door as hard as I could behind me. Pictures shook and fell off the walls but I didn’t give a damn.

[Her POV]

             I laid there on the bed, the bed where Beau abused me, and stared at the ceiling. Pain was my only thought. Throbbing coursed through my lower half and my wrist ached from yesterday. My throat was slightly swollen and my lip was fat. The vision in my right eye was blurred and had a red tint to it. The tears never fell from my eyes. My emotions were shut off. I could not handle them. The meds I took this morning had kicked in and I could not hardly move. The pain was the only thing I felt, pain and betrayal. He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.

             He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.

             He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.

             He loved me. He cared for me. He abandoned me.

             My thoughts were on a continuous loop. The day turned to night and I still hadn’t moved from my position. Daryl stirred in his bedroom occasionally over the course of the day but the bedroom door never opened.

[His POV]

             My anger faded over the next few days and turned into sadness. She left her room once a day to feed the mutt and go to the bathroom. She didn’t eat, drink, or sleep from what I could tell. I sat outside her bedroom door, trying to build up the courage to knock on the wooden door. With a shaky hand, I knocked gently but received no reply. I opened the door and found her laying on the bed with her eyes focused on the ceiling. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her with sad eyes. She didn’t take notice of my presence.

             My voice shook as I spoke. “Please, don’t do this, girl. Don’t push me out. We might be the only thing each other has and I don’t want ya hatin me for the rest of yur life. I didn’t mean to disappear and I should’ve shot him the moment I saw him. I’m sorry I didn’t take care of ya.”

             Her face remained expressionless but her fingertips touched my hand lightly. I held her hand in mine and slid beside her on the bed. I studied her face. Her lips quivered, her eyes glossed over and tears fell down her cheeks. I pulled her into my arms tightly and kissed her hair. I rubbed her back soothingly as she gripped onto me and finally let all her emotions out. It would be a long process but I knew she would be okay.

[Her POV]

             I cried until I there were no more tears. Sleep overpowered me and I slept in his arms. Anger was no longer an emotion I felt towards him and all I wanted was comfort. I promised myself no one would hurt me that way again, that I would never be that weak. I promised myself I would fight harder and longer. I would never, ever be this weak again.

***

             It’s been one weak since the incident. Nothing has been said about it and nothing will. Daryl did not speak to me much after I kicked him out of my room. I think he is upset with me but I hope he understood my need for space. We never touched after that night. I did not want anything physical.  The area surrounding my farm was becoming more dangerous. Each morning, we found more and more walkers struggling against the fences of the property.

             I stood, leaning against the counter, with a glass of water in my hand. I watched as he sat at the dining table and ate his breakfast. The dog sat beside him and waited for any scraps he might not want. My glass clinked against the granite countertop as I set it down. His eyes raised to mine briefly.

             “We should start thinking about leaving this place. It’s not worth it to continue to build up the fences. We need walls, not barbed wire and wooden posts.” My voice was quiet but felt like screams piercing through the awkward silence.

             He grunted in response before speaking. “What do ya suggest we take? What are we packing up? We could always take yur eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer to pack our shit in.” I nodded and thought it over. It would be a good idea. The trailer would have plenty of space and it has the bed in it for the night. We could also maybe take a pickup truck for small supply runs once we get settled in a new, safer place.

             “Guess we’d better get packing then.” Tears pricked at my eyes but I blinked them away. This would be the last time I saw my home. I headed up the stairs with the dog on my heel. Once in the safety of my room, I yanked out a suitcase and began packing my clothes and other things I would need.

I walked down the hallway to my parents’ room. I unlocked the safe and cleared out the gun racks and ammo pockets. I did a quick inventory and grabbed a map. I circled the locations of a few gun shops outside of town in red ink. I threw the map, guns, and ammo in a large duffel. I tossed the cleaning kits in as well. I grabbed a few other things from my parents’ room before leaving. I set the bag of weapons by the stairs before entering my brother’s room. I searched through his closet before finding his old lock box. I opened it and found multiple knives in various sizes and colors. I closed the box and set it by the stairs too.

[His POV]

             I heard her rummaging through the rooms upstairs while I dug through shit downstairs. I packed up some kitchen supplies and threw it in a laundry basket. I snatched up the canned foods and other non-perishables and tossed them in the basket also. Next, I searched through the coat closet and found some good blankets and jackets. She’ll want these. I heard her voice calling me from upstairs. “Hey, Dare, could you come get these bags? They are already packed but I want them by the door.”

             I quickly ran up the stairs and grabbed two of the duffel bags. I walked towards her room and peeked in. “Where ya want em? By the back door?”

             “Yea. That’ll work. We’ll go through the backyard to the barn. I need to go pack up some things from there.” I nodded and headed back down the steps. She followed behind me, carrying a suit case. She dropped it by the backdoor and then headed out to the barn.

             About an hour passed before I joined her in the barn. The reefer trailer was wide open and she was up inside. She had packed some things and even managed to get six fifty-five-gallon barrels of fuel in the trailer. She secured them with chains so they would not roll or bust open. There were crates of non-perishable food stacked on top of one another. Her brother was one of them Doomsday preppers, always prepared for the worst. Ellie said he died before the outbreak.

             I stood there and watched her for a bit. She had on ripped skinny jeans that exposed her gorgeous thighs. Her tank top was low cut and I could see the lace trim of her bra. Her hair was yanked up in a high pony tail and she had a flannel t-shirt tied around her hips. I chewed on my lip as I watched her and couldn’t help but stare.

             “Ya gonna just stand there or ya gonna bring the bags and load em up?” Her voice pulled me from my thoughts and I nodded before heading to the house to grab our bags. This is gonna be a long day.

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A few things for those of you following the Always story line...

1. Some of the upcoming parts are not going to be cute or fluffy. There will be angst and triggering topics.

2. These parts will be tagged accordingly and there will be warnings at the start of the part.

3. I was thinking about starting to write one shots with TWD and SPN characters. Would that be cool? Would y'all guys request? Or would that be totally lame and I should just stick to the fic??

Please let me know. Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated. Constructive criticism is ALWAYS accepted as well. Don't forget that you guys can message me also for anything!!! Thank you guys so much for following and giving me positive feedback on everything so far!

Here's some Daryl cuteness as a reward for reading my ramble.

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How to pick up a man

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, unprotected sex

GIF credit to the original poster....who I don’t know...

His smirk was captivating. His lips looked like heaven. His eyes had a hint of devil. He dragged his tongue ever so slowly across his white teeth before chuckling and flicking his eyes back to the bar. You downed your shot of tequila, in need of some liquid courage, before approaching the Adonis-like man. You slid onto the bar stool smoothly, impressing even yourself. Your chest was pushed out and your cleavage shown through the open buttons of your top. Your skinny jeans accentuated your bum perfectly and the heeled boots you had on made your legs look like they went on for miles.

You leaned against the counter and flagged down the bartender. The man’s breath caught in his throat and you saw him taking in your glorious figure out of the corner of your eye. “I’d like a single malt scotch please and thank you, and it’s on him,” you stated as you gestured toward the gorgeous creature on your right. His jaw fell open and his eyes glimmered. The bartender chuckled to himself before making your drink and adding it to the man’s tab. You gladly accepted the drink and started to walk back to your previous seat further down the bar.

As you sat back down, you heard a chair slide roughly across the floor and footsteps behind you. You felt a warm hand graze across your hips and a rugged voice in your ear. His breath tickled your neck and he chuckled before whispering, “How about you finish that drink I just paid for and we take this out to my car.” Your cheeks flushed red and your nether regions tingled with excitement. Heat pooled in the base of your stomach and you nodded before tossing your drink back, your nose scrunching at the taste before slamming the glass on the counter. His hand grabbed yours roughly as he dragged you out of the bar. The cool air slapped at your cheeks but you didn’t care. He slammed you against the door of an Impala and his lips attached to the base of your neck immediately. One hand groped your breast roughly and you were sure it would leave a mark, his other hand fastened tightly on your delicious hips while he grinded his pelvis against you slowly.

“You really think it’s funny to tease Daddy like that, huh baby?” You purred in response and one hand came up to your throat. He gently applied pressure and your breath caught in your throat for a moment. His fingertips trailed down your torso and with a quick snap, the button of your jeans was undone. His fingers skimmed the hem of your panties before slipping them under the fabric slowly. You bucked your hips against his palm and he retracted his hand quickly. “Oh no kitten, not yet.” You felt yourself soak your panties as the words rolled off his tongue. “You’re not getting pleased until Daddy’s cock gets sucked well.” Your eyes went wide before you nodded and dropped to your knees in front of him. You clumsily unclasped his belt and slipped the zipper of his jeans down.

Your palm graced over his erection slowly and softly. He smirked down at you while you slipped the fabric of his underwear down. His erection sprung free and your mouth watered at his length. Your small hand gently wrapped around the base and pumped slowly while you flicked your tongue across the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. You drooled sloppily over the head of his length while batting your eyelashes at him. His smirk faded and lust took over him. He thrust his hips against your lips and you took his cock into your mouth. You worked him fast and made sure to take him deep in your throat. He shuddered at the feeling and placed his hand on the back of your head. Tangling his hands in your hair, he pushed his hips forward and slowly began to fuck your mouth. He gasped slightly and swiped his tongue across his lips before taking his lip between his teeth. He grunted; his thrusts became sloppy. “Oh fuckk babygirl, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned in a raspy voice. He forcefully thrust his cock down your throat and you gagged but didn’t pull back. With a loud moan, he found his release and his cum fell down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth slowly and helped you to your feet. His finger swiped across your chin, wiping away the drool that lay there.

His lips landed on yours roughly and you eagerly returned the kiss, slowly flicking your tongue against his lips and tangling your fingers in his hair. He trailed his kisses down your neck to the valley between your breasts. He undid your shirt slowly before opening the back door of the Impala and pushing you gently to lay you on the back seat. Your boots were off in seconds and skinny jeans were yanked down your legs. He wasted no time and buried his face between your legs. First sucking and nipping at your thighs before grazing his tongue against your sensitive clit. His sucked harshly for a moment which made you shudder and moan loudly. You bucked your hips against his mouth and he eagerly licked up and down your dripping pussy. His tongue darted in and out of your entrance while his thumb teased your clit. Just as you reached the edge, he stopped his movements and sat up. You whined in response and he chuckled slightly before teasing your entrance with the tip of his hard cock. “Don’t you want this babygirl?” His voice was thick with desire.

“Yes, Daddy. Please let me have your cock.” You whined and begged. He slammed into you forcefully and you screamed out in pleasure, the tinge of pain barely registering. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust before beginning to rock into you relentlessly. He thrusts were hard and quick. You felt your orgasm building in your belly. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips and you dragged your nails down his back. You instinctively clenched around him as your orgasm hit like an earthquake. He found his release in the midst of yours and he couldn’t control himself. He filled you with his cum and collapsed against you.

Both of you were breathing heavy and sweating. The glass windows were fogged. He chuckled for a moment before reaching into his jeans pocket and pulling out a small silver band. “Here ya go darling. I love when you try to pick me up in bars.” You took your wedding ring back and slipped it onto your finger.

“Try to pick you up? If you didn’t notice, I made a homerun, jackass.” Your voice shook with laughter and he nodded. You smiled before leaning in to kiss your husband sweetly on the lips.

“Jesus, I’m so lucky to have married you.”

“Just remember that Mr. Winchester and we’ll be good.”

“Oh yes ma’am, Mrs. Winchester.”

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Always Series!!!

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