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It's the End of the World, Didn't You Get the Memo?

Almost A Year Without Sexual Contact Is Going To Lead To Fireworks

It was getting to dark by the time they had gotten back at the prison; Katherine rode with Rick in the Impala while the Officer was stroking Soda who seemed happy that there were more people taking care of him. The Dixon brothers rode in Rick’s car and once they were safety at the prison, it turned out Andrea had gone and planned to get the Governor to agree to some sort of meeting and the group had come out to make sure that Katherine was back and safe.

“I appreciate your concern, I do, I had a meltdown and I didn’t know what was going through my head, but I’m okay now,” Katherine assured with a polite voice and Hershel limped forward on his crutches, his eyes glancing down at the blood on her shirt.

“You’re going to need fresh stitches, it will get infected,”

“Yeah we had a deal. Katherine gets stitches and then she goes on watch for an hour,” Rick informed the old man and Katherine gave him a smug smile, which he chuckled at. “We also have something else to tell you,”

“Yeah, I need to know if any of you are allergic to dogs?” Katherine grinned and Rick headed over to the passenger door of the Impala and opened it so Soda could jump out and run to Katherine and Daryl’s side, barking once at the group of people in front of him.

“A dog? Wow, that’s pretty cool,” Carl said enthusiastically, coming forward and carefully holding his hand out for the dog, and Soda immediately went up to him and wagged his tail. Carl began to stroke him and grinned widely, Beth, Glenn and Maggie crowding around to pat the dog too.

“His name is Soda,” Daryl told Carl with a smile, who was still being licked by Soda.

“I’ll take that as a no?” She asked playfully. “We’ve also got plenty of food to last us a few weeks so Rick is going to be the Chef tonight and the car just needs unloading,” A small group, Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Axel began to unload the Impala of its food supplies and began to take them into the cellblock while Beth and Carl grabbed Soda’s bowl, harness, leash and food. Merle stood beside the Impala and watched as Katherine piled the empty bottles back into the crate in the backseat with a burning gaze. He was truthful when he told Daryl and Rick that he wanted to clear the air with her, especially when he felt truly horrible for what the Governor had did to her and couldn’t stop it, but Katherine just kept brushing him off or would insult him as cruelly as she could.

“Hey Irish,” Merle called over to Katherine as she was about to follow Hershel back into the cellblock. “C’mere,” He motioned for her to come to him and Hershel gave a look of worry back at the Irishwoman but she gave an assuring smile before turning around to Merle.

“I hope this important,”

“It is,” Merle answered quickly and Katherine crossed her arms over her chest, looking at him with curious doe eyes. “Look, you and my brother seem to be pretty close in your ‘relationship’ or whatever, but I want to clear the air if this is going to work. What happened in Woodbury was an accident, I was under orders and you can understand that,”

“Yeah, I know,” She nodded, shifting her boot over the other. “You going to say it or what Merle?”

“I’m sorry, I really am. Hell, I thought for almost a year that Daryl was dead and it weren’t easy. It’s like being the last of you y’know? It was an accident,” Merle apologized in the politest and most humane way that he could muster and he watched as Katherine averted her eyes away from his in a thoughtful look. “For the threats too,”

“Thank you,” She whispered, barely audio to their eyes and she looked back up at him with wet eyes. “But I still don’t forgive you. Not just for my brother but for the Governor too,” With that, Katherine walked away from him and joined the others inside.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Night had come quicker than the group thought it would, so they lit a few candles in the prison for light while they went through food supplies and rationed them. Soda had fitted in nicely with the group, following Daryl around loyally like it knew that he was emotionally attached to Katherine.
She on the other hand was currently up in the guard tower keeping an eye on the walkers that were gathering by the fence whilst smoking a cigarette and keeping herself warm with a lit lamp. Katherine had been freshly stitched up and she had been on watch for almost forty minutes and Rick had graciously extended her time to two hours before switching with him. She was thankful that he could trust her with being alone on watch.

Katherine’s ears perked up at the door being opened from behind her position on the balcony, and didn’t even realize that Daryl had made his way up and joined beside her so she let out a yelp at his figure in the shadow.

“I scare ya’ Irish?” He asked with a playful smile and she punched him in the chest in annoyance lightly, making him chuckle gruffly. “Thought you could do with some company,”

“Better you than your brother,” Katherine replied, taking a deep drag of her cigarette and then passing it to Daryl. “He said his peace, which I guess made me feel better in some strange way,”

“That’s a good thing,” Daryl told her, inhaling the smoke from the lipstick stained cigarette and Katherine watched him with suddenly lustful eyes. Who wouldn’t find a man like that, smoking, really fucking attractive? “What?”

“Nothin’,” She shrugged with a mischievous smile and Daryl smirked, coming closer to her and wrapping an arm around her waist, docking out the cigarette with the other, so he could press his lips against hers. Katherine’s hands immediately went around his neck to deepen the kiss, feeling his tongue brushing against hers and she could taste cigarettes and vanilla. It had been a while since it was just the two of them alone, and the Daryl was kissing her right now was making her head spin a little. “Daryl…” They parted, both breathing heavily and he looked down at her with hazy eyes. She didn’t say anything else, only taking his hand and leading him inside the enclosed; dully lit room of the guard tower and the two began to kiss heatedly again.

It had been too long for both of them, Daryl was already hard and the sound of Katherine’s moaning when he would kiss the soft spots on her neck made his hands squeezing her heavy breasts and bite at the open flesh of her neck.

“You keep moaning like that then I won’t last long,” He said ghostly, his hot breath hitting her skin and he began to pull off her scarf, jacket and then sweater after he had shrugged off his vest and button up, leaving his toned chest pressed against hers. Katherine ran her hands up his chest, the two sharing open mouthed, sloppy kisses again.

“You better hurry up then,” The Irishwoman giggled, pulling him down to cold floor and his hands roamed the bare breasts against him, massaging them while stroking the dusty pink nipples with his thumbs. “Jesus,” She arched her back, sure of herself that she could have come at the touch she hadn’t felt in so long.

“Not quite,” Daryl replied cockily as he kissed softly at her breasts and worked his way down her stomach, over every scar she owned whilst being careful of her bandage and she continued to mewl against him.

“C’mon baby, I’m losing my mind here,” She gasped, beginning to grind against his hardening length beneath his torn jeans when she felt herself becoming wet and Daryl began to groan against her.

“Cut that shit out woman, I ain’t planning on no five minute job,” Daryl growled huskily, and his voice sent sensations of electricity down her spine.

“Make me,” His hands gripped her hips so hard that might have bruised, and then Daryl latched his teeth onto one of her erected nipples and began to tug and suck. She knew what he was doing, Daryl was keeping her hips pressed down so Katherine couldn’t get herself while he teased her, but she couldn’t help but rub the unoccupied breast with her hand.

The redneck took his hands off her and began to unbutton her jeans, tugging them down along with her panties as hard as he could past her boots and tossed them in the pile with the other clothes. Daryl drunk the image of his girlfriend lying there waiting for him with seductive eyes and rubbing herself at the sight of him.

“You waiting for Christmas or something love?” She asked with a teasing tone and Daryl leant over her again, kissing her more softly this time. Katherine began to unbuckle his pants, of course without giving his hardening bulge a squeeze first, and once he had freed his dick from his tightening pants, he practically pounced her; rubbing himself against her and felt that she was more than wet enough for him. Daryl gently pushed in her entrance and Katherine cried out at the size, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and began to drag her long nails against scarred ridges in his back as he kissed her bracingly. “Holy hell Daryl,”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He grunted, going a little harder when Katherine began to meet every thrust and Daryl clamped his hands on her hips again when he could feel her already tightening around him. They began to pant and gasp against each other, Daryl practically holding her down as she met each one of his hard, fast thrusts with a bundle of nerves beginning to knot up in her stomach.

“D, I think I’m gonna’ come already,” She breathed against his neck, nails continuing to dig in hard into his shoulders as his member continued to stretch her.

“That good am I?”

“Fucking hell yes,” Katherine agreed in a moan. The windows of the room began to fog slightly and Katherine’s pussy began to tighten around Daryl even more.

A few more thrusts later and soon enough she had been coming with a scream, and Daryl shot his seed into her shortly after with a few jerky thrusts. Daryl collapsed on top of Katherine, heavily breathing while they both laughed in disbelief of what they had just done. “I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you,” Katherine breathed out, her head resting on the ground in exhaustion and coital bliss and Daryl chuckled from above her.

“I hope that wasn’t all,”

“Maybe your hunting skills, I’ll have to make a list,”

Notes

Comments

Hi everyone! My account was deactivated so I have opened a new account on Mibba and will be posting the remastered version very soon! I have had a very tough year so I hope you guys understand that I've been too busy to write etc But my new years resolution is start again so I hope you guys will like it! The link is here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/614421/Its-the-End-of-the-World-Didnt-You-Get-the-Memo/


dragoncake dragoncake
1/14/17

@hoanie

Thankyou!
There were a lot of different responses when it was first posted about having the main characters that were Irish. Some people can't take new ideas! :)

I'm only on chapter 4 but this is excellent! I'm from Kentucky in the foothills of Appalachian mountains. I love that you have Irish main characters! But ill let you know what I think as soon as I'm done reading all of it. I'm a huge fan of Daryl Dixon and the walking dead series. 10/10 from me :)

hoanie hoanie
9/9/14

@cocaineinwonderland
If people are going to complain about that, then why are they reading the story? (I never get stuff like that, you're not forced to read it or anything). Anyways I love your character(s) and it's nice to read about people who aren't American, especially the 'how they got to America' bit cause its nearly always different.
I'm English too but I don't attempt to write to the American time zones, gives them something to wake up to I suppose! Thanks for agreeing to take a read :)

@chroniclesofcharnia

I know, it's just a lot of people have been complaining about how she's not like the other characters in people's stories. I make my characters realistic to a T, and a lot of people don't approve that Katherine can't get pregnant, isn't American, isn't all puppy dog in love with Daryl, etc. I wanted her as different as I could possibly make her and some people love it more than hate it so I'm cool with that :) I'm glad you are enjoying the story, I do try and update within the times of American readers as well considering I'm in England aha. That's what I used to do, I would sit up until 4 in the morning (when I knew it was American time) and watch the episode to get to writing it. I'd love to read what you've written, I'll get right on it :D