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Hearts of the Past and Present

Happy Birthday Blondie

Daryl met me outside and with him he brought an impressive tool box, all I head with me tool wise was a pair of pliers. In my pocket I had my pistol and knife for protection even though I was staying on the inside of the fence, you can’t be too careful.

“You sure you brought enough?” I asked with raised eyebrows, the box was huge.

He laughed, “Don’t start. We’ll probably need most a this stuff, it’s nice to use ‘em anyway. They belonged to someone from the group before.”


Thank goodness I had committed to doing this job, if I had just used fixing the fences as a cover for me stalking Daryl we could have let in some walkers and that would have been on my shoulders.

There were a few open and loose links in the fence but they were easy to fix, I was finally getting my hands dirty after weeks of doing next to nothing but cooking and cleaning.

We got to the back of the prison; I was shocked with what I saw. I thought we were completely closed off but a large concrete wall was in pieces, the fence was ripped open. I’m guessing it’s what the desperation to escape from inside the diseased ridden prison drove inmates to do. Only some sort of grenade or homemade bomb was capable of this sort of damage.

“Shit.” Daryl said as he took in the scene. “A think this bit might take us a while blondie.”

First we had to move all the medium rock sized pieces of concrete off of the fence, it was buried under all the rocks and dust. As a team, Daryl and I picked up the rocks at the same time they were surprisingly heavy and difficult to hold. My grip would slip often as the outside layer of the concrete was weak and would brush off like dust.

“One, two, three.”

Daryl and I lifted up a large piece of concrete; my back was going to be killing me by the end of the day.

We carefully stepped over all the other slabs that stuck out of the pile, as if they were purposely trying to trip us over. Together with one swing, Daryl and I threw the concrete to the side.

“Phew,” I released a breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Although it was a cold day, I was working up quite a sweat being so physical and wearing a couple of layers. I unravelled my scarf from around my neck then began to take off my jumper.

I heard Daryl’s pathetic attempt to stifle a laugh when my head was engulfed in cotton.

“My top is stuck to my jumper isn’t it?” I guessed as I felt the wind on my bare stomach.

“Yep,” this time Daryl made no attempt to hold back his laughter. “Stay there.”

He reached over and I felt a tug, my skin came in contact with the softness of my t-shirt again. I pulled my jumper fully off my head.

“Thanks,” I smiled; my naked body was becoming a regular occurrence to Daryl.

I started to shift some smaller pieces of concrete out of the way; piece by piece I was throwing over my shoulder, to unearth the fence.

“Fuck!” I shouted.

I placed my hand on my chest; my heart beat had sped up when I saw the hand under the rock I just moved. I thought it was a walker but there was no sign of life, well movement.

Daryl leaped over to my side, “What?!”

I pointed down to the dusty and rotting hand.

Daryl crouched down to inspect it, “It’s severed. I think we’ll be comin’ across more body part like it. Dumb bastard blew himself instead of escaping, my bet.”
I thought about it for a second, “He wasn’t dumb, he was clever if he ended it all on purpose.”

He picked it up by the baby finger and held it up in front of my face, I instantly jumped back. In one quick arm movement, Daryl launched the hand over the fence and into the woods. In its place was more dust and a layer of thick, dried blood. This time a year ago I would have been light headed and felt sick at the sight of the hand and the blood, but I’d grown use to it.

“Keep goin’, don’t let a little hand put ya off.” Daryl said with teasing eyes.

“I’m not,” I defended myself, “But how could you pick up that think. It was gross and it stunk.” The gore may not make me feel faint but I still thought it was disgusting.

He just shrugged, “I don’t get freaked out by that kinda stuff, it just don’t bother me much. I picked up my brother’s hand when he cut it off on the roof.” Like me, Daryl had grown use to it but he probably had from a younger age than I.

“Oh yeah, Jesus Christ.”

We continued to move the broken wall off of the fence, and Daryl was right we came across a lot more rotting flesh. I couldn’t even identify what body part it was, it was that shredded and decomposed.

"What a romantic date this has turned out to be.." I said with a wrinkled nose.

"So it's a date?" Daryl smirked.

"Urm yeah, you're the one who said it was?!"

He shook his head, but the smirk on his face stayed. "Don't remember. This is the first time I've heard of any date but it's nice to know what ya think of me Lil."

I rolled my eyes, "You must know what I think but don't get cocky about it."

I elbowed him in the ribs but he quickly caught it and towed me round to face him. Daryl cupped my face.

"Do ya know how I feel?" he asked.

I knew my voice would fail me and come out as a weak whisper so I shook my head.

"Will this clear things up?" He asked rhetorically and kissed me hard, taking my breath away from me.

He let go of my face and I fell back onto my feet from my tiptoes only to stumble over the uneven ground. Daryl quickly grabbed my hand to stop me from landing onto a very large, and blood splattered rock.

"Wow, didn't know I was that good of a kisser. A make ya weak at the knees." Daryl teased.

"Oh yeah, course. It had nothing to do with these millions of rocks." I rolled my eyes, it was nice to have the sarcastic, playful Daryl back.

We continued to work and clean the back end of the prison gates up.

I held my breath as Daryl and I lifted a large piece of concrete with some dead flesh on. I could really feel the weight of the rocks on my back now; I hurriedly dropped the concrete in the new pile and stretched my back.

Daryl noticed me straining, “Why don’t ya’ll take a rest? There’s only a bit left to do, besides ya shouldn’t be working like this on ya birthday.”

I twisted to the left then to the right to click my back and relieve it, “I didn’t think you were acknowledging my birthday I thought you were just making me work my fingers to the bone, I thought maybe that was your idea of a gift.” I joked.

“Course am acknowledging ya birthday, an hey I’ll ‘ave ya know I got ya a present! In short notice too.” Daryl brushed his dusty hands on his trousers and reached into his pocket, he pulled out something that shone even in the pale sunlight.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Daryl, I was just joking then! We’re in an apocalypse for fuck sake!” I exclaimed.

“I know, but it’s ya 21st. Ya need something special.” He laid the delicate chain over his hand so I could get a better look at the necklace.

“Still being alive is special enough. What did you get for your 21st, nine years ago?” I said as I inspected the necklace.

Daryl scoffed, “Don’t remind me how long ago it was, jeez. And a got a bottle of Jack Daniels and a black eye.”

“What happened?” I asked as I lifted the small heart up.

“The Jack Daniels was from Merle, I drank the bottle an’ was completely shitfaced and a got beat up in a bar.” He shrugged as if it were nothing.

“Ouch, bet that hurt.”

“Not gonna lie, it did at the time but I’da rather went through my pain than the guy’s who punched me. He looked like the elephant man after Merle finished with him.” Daryl said and laughed to himself.

He lifted up the necklace to eye level and it was lovely.

The necklace was beautiful; it was dazzling and encrusted with diamonds, it was simple and pretty. The chin was so thin, as well as the outline of a heart shape. The links of the necklace held on the each side of the heart so the piece was a part of the chain and not hanging off it, as if it were complete with the heart, with love.

“It’s beautiful Daryl,” I said admiring it with my fingertips while it was still in his hand. “Thank you.”

“Ya welcome,” He gave me the best smile I had ever seen on his face, “Now I ain’t the one for bling either, and I thought this was somethin’ ya’d like. Let me put it on ya.”

I turned around so my back was to Daryl; I lifted up my hair from the back of my neck so he could put on the necklace for me.

You’d have thought Daryl would have struggled to fix the clip of my new necklace with his large fingers but he easily locked it around my neck, “There ya go.”

Suddenly I felt his breath on my neck, “Happy birthday Blondie,” I closed my eyes as Daryl’s hands slipped to my hips and as he pressed his lips to my neck. I failed to suppress a moan.

At first, they were delicate kisses but the soon turned into wet, more forceful ones. He suck and nipped at my neck and under my ear. I couldn’t take it anymore; I spun around and crashed my eager lips into his.

It had been too long since I had kissed Daryl passionately, although I had never kissed him like this before. My hands were running through his now short hair, his hands were slowing moving up from my hips, up to my waist, across my stomach with it's large scar, this was a side to Daryl I had never seen; he cupped my breasts, grabbed them and pressed them. This was going somewhere I had never been with Daryl.

We slipped to the ground, our lips or tongues never parting. I was laid flat on my back with Daryl hovering over the top of me, the free hand which wasn’t holding him up slithered up my top where Daryl found my breast again. I guess he couldn’t stop thinking about them since the showers.

I began to undo the buttons of Daryl’s shirt, one by one. With each button, more of his chest was exposed meaning so was his scars and a marking of a tattoo removal.

Daryl abruptly pulled back and looked up.

“What? Why are you stopping?” I asked breathlessly.

“We have company, and it’s closin’ in fast.” He said and jumped to his feet.

I turned around to find a walker making it’s way to the rubble, groaning at the sight and smell of the living. God dammit.

Daryl swiped his crossbow from the ground then effortlessly aimed to shot the walker in the head. He got the eye socket, bull’s eye. Even when he was well on his way to seducing a woman, he kept an eye and ear out for danger lurking by.

He turned back around, looking out of breath himself. Daryl walked to my feet and held out his hand to pull me up, “Guess the moment’s over?” he asked, he raised a forgiving eyebrow.

“Completely over. First action I get in months and the dead ruin it for me. Typical!” I laughed, but the annoyance I felt could be easily heard.

“We’ll see how it goes later on,” Daryl winked as he pulled me to my feet.


Who wouldn't want a birthday present like that off Daryl Dixon? But the day isn't over yet, I promise you more to come but I am pre-warning you I CANNOT write sex scenes, I fell so stupid doing so, so my plan is to do everything leading up to sex then dot dot dot so you guys get the idea haha!!

Hope you liked this! x


Girl, its been like 4 months since u last updated.

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Girl, its been like 4 months since u last updated.

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Love it, Lily and Bella bonded how sweet anyhoo great chapter can't wait to read more update as soon as u can :)

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thank you! :D

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Hahaha thank you so much!!! X

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