My Exception (sequel to No Exceptions)

Seven

As 2 months went by I slowly found my place back in Alexandria. I took over Olivia's place and tried to make sense of the mess that had been left after her passing. I made Daryl promise to take me on a run at least once a week to make sure I kept my wits sharp.

Our relationship had begun healing since that day and I started to allow myself to be content with him; let him make me happy like he used to. Daryl seemed to notice the change in me and was less on edge as a result of it, free to love me the way he used to.

Skye was like a fish to water, fitting in Alexandria like she was an original. She had a back order from the residents and she was loving it.
"I've never felt more important in my whole life. I'm actually helping people!" She smiled at me with a mouthful of pins as she carefully adjusted a pair of Maggie's jeans to accomodate her ever growing belly. Enid sat at a table cutting out patterns for Skye; they'd grown quite close.

Enid nodded at her enthusiastically "It feels good doesn't it?"
I smiled at Skye, fondly taking her on as my own. I knew Negan would've loved seeing her happy like this; feeling fulfilled.

The thought alone made me weepy as I wiped a solitary tear from my cheek. Skye noticed and stopped her alterations to hold my hand
"Thinking of him again?"

Skye had learnt not to say his name as I nodded in response, trying to laugh it off.
"I was just thinking how proud he would've been seeing you like this.
The tears ensued as I tried to fan them away. "Gee wiz it must be getting to my time of the month. I need to watch a chick flick and eat some chocolate." Skye laughed at my old ritual and continued working as soon as she knew I was OK.

I went out for a run with Daryl, looking for supplies for Maggie and Glenn's bundle of joy. Luckily there was a Babies R Us about a 30 mile drive from home. As Daryl drove the van he held my hand, fiddling with my fingers playfully.

"I'm glad yer coming back to me"

I smiled at him while I leant into his warm frame.

"Me to."
We drove the rest of the way in content silence, an electricity crackling between us.

The walkers were surprisingly scarce around the store, guessing the items they had inside had a lot to do with that. People don't tend to have a great need for electric rockers and designer cots nowadays. Daryl parked the van by the front door, taking out a walker on our way through. As we moved we subconsciously synced our movements, feeling our old connection rekindle more and more.

As we stood in the abandoned store I pulled out the list Maggie and I had come up with. It was exciting to think that we were going to have a new member at the end of the year. I pulled a cart from the bay and strolled down each aisle with Daryl following close behind, crossbow cocked and arm tensed.

I whistle a lullaby in response as we waited in silence... Nothing... it was clear as Daryl lowered his crossbow and relaxed a bit. He walked up to the pacifiers and teething rings and grabbed a handful of each. It was such a nice and weird feeling to have us both cooing over various baby items as we chucked them in the cart. We made it to the back wall and I took in all the outfits. I affectionately nudged Daryl
"Did you know that Maggie thinks she's having a boy?"
He smiled and ruffled my curls, "whaddye think?"

I stuck out my tongue and thought about his question "Boy"

he grabbed my waist out of the blue and put me up on the cashier's counter, a fit of giggles escaping me. I looked down at him and planted my lips on his; it was tender and urgent as we re-discovered our bodies. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers entwined in his long dark hair. He grasped at my buttocks and pulled me flush to him; the fact we hadn't been intimate since the first time causing our movements to be full of longing.

I tugged at his shirt, popping the buttons revealing his beautifully sculpted and scarred chest. I placed my shaking hands on his chest a primal growl bubbled out of him. He unbuckled my belt and quickly tugged everything off my legs; the cool metal surface sending shivers down my spine as my skin made contact. He gently rubbed my apex, making small circles around my sensitive nub, throwing my head back at the electricity flowing through my body.

Seeing his opportunity he didn't wasting a moment as he sucked and nipped at my neck in an unrelenting rhythm. The dual contact making my eyes roll back, clawing at his back like a wild animal.

I clawed at his pants; frantic for him, not willing to be without him anymore.
"Please Daryl, please"

He chuckled, vibrating against my throat. He promptly unbuttoned and released his impressive cock; I took my opportunity to admire his rugged form, subconsciously reaching out to his throbbing erection. I made contact and Daryl's eyes shut, cuffing my wrists with his hands. Both our breathing patterns hitched as I began to slowly but firmly pump his length.

The effect I was having on him causing me to moan, his hands pulling me away from him and I whined in protest.
"Enough o' this"

He let go of my wrists as I placed them back on his lower back. He lined his sizeable cock at my entrance and pressed, filling me deliciously slow.
"Jesus Daryl!" I moaned clawing at him, urging him to go faster.
"Please fuck me! You're driving me crazy!" He teasingly eased in another inch and cupped my face, eyes locking onto mine.

"I wan' te make love te ye Rackel. The way I wanted to our firs' time" I kissed his cheek at the romantic sentiment and let him take me at his pace.

He slowly eased in until he was completely buried in me; our eyes never once leaving each other's. He slowly pulled out and eased into me again causing me to hold my breath, trying to hold onto the fleeting feeling. He scrunched his eyes and grabbed the back of my head, lightly tugging at my curls.
"I love ye so god damn much Rackel!" He growled; I felt the intensity of his words as my heart swelled at his confession.

I loved him so much that it hurt my chest.

"I love you to Daryl" he grunted in relief and pleasure, finally knowing for sure that his feelings were requited. He continued his pace as I got lost in the most intimate moment I'd shared with him, it was almost overwhelming.  He helped me slowly yet intensely make my way to heavenly release, patient and consistent.

Our moans got louder, the sounds creating an erotic chorus. We held each other tight until we reached climax together both shivering at the sheer intensity. As it took over me I became woozy and lightheaded, my vision askew. Daryl slightly backed away, the blood leaving my face.

"Rackel, you OK?"

I quickly scuttled off the bench as my vertigo fully set in, my face planting into a floral pink rug. Daryl crouched down beside me to see if I was OK, grabbing my hair just in time for me to violently expel my oatmeal. The acidic smell of my vomit burnt my nostrils, causing me to wretch again, my
throat throbbing from the exertion.

When my stomach emptied I collapsed, narrowly missing my mess. I forced myself to look up at Daryl,
somehow totally undeterred by the horrid smell. He went to scoop me up but I held out my hand in refusal.
"I can get up! Just give me a minute!"

He ignored my protests and flung me to his chest, causing me to spray bile all over his unbuttoned shirt. I felt my expression turn into toad face as Daryl grimaced back at me, "Yer gotta win every time don' ya?"

He carried me to the car and placed me in the passenger seat, then stripped his soiled shirt, hunting for a replacement in the back seat. Daryl: a born protector.