Scavenging was something Daryl Dixon had been doing his entire life… so when the apocalypse hit, there wasn't much of a transition for him between his life as a backwoods, redneck hunter, to a survivalist. There were few things he really missed from the past… so few he could list them on his hand. His brother.

Bars.

And girls.

Especially girls.

Dixon was the type of man who, outwardly seemed like the type of guy to only want sex… and who would find any skank in the world to get it from, but, despite appearances, he had standards. For instance, he was always partial to dark hair and bright eyes like his own. Fair or tan clear skin was always a must but she had to know her way around a gun, just as well as the bed room. Surprisingly, he loved intelligent women. Playing dumb was just never something Daryl was appreciative of. He wanted someone who could be straight forward and answer his questions and carry on conversations… not just look at him wide eyed and bite her lip to change the subject. He wasn't a fan of a small girl with no figure either. She had to be curvaceous but still in shape enough to race him through the mud in the clearing of the woods he liked to go hunting in. He had never found the perfect woman and always lowered his standards to relax an animalistic need for sex, leaving his brother to high five him afterward and himself to head to the doctor to get tested for some sort of disease.

Bars were the best places to satisfy lusts. Get a girl drunk enough and she'd throw herself at you… down a few more yourself, and she'd look pretty enough to accept it. He remembered this as he walked into a bar on the east end of town. After killing a few walkers, he ran his hand along the dusty, oak bar, almost hearing the chatter around the room and the clink of bar glasses as drinks were poured and tossed back causing everyone in the room to become very friendly. His thoughts were abruptly stopped as he heard a sigh from behind the bar. He raised his crossbow and set it on his shoulder, only to be confused by a sleeping girl, laying quietly curled up behind the bar. She was covered in a blanket which, itself, was covered in the insides of some undead person who had been used to save her life. He could tell she was either asleep or dead from the way her face poked out from the blanket, eyes closed, red and black hair rising and falling with each wispy breath. Not wanting to take the chance he loaded his arrow and aimed it at her head.

Shit, if she's alive, it's best she dies in 'er sleep, I guess. Daryl thought, Shame though. Pretty little thing. He was just about to pull the trigger when she sat up and immediately pointed nine millimeter at his head. "You been bit?" He muttered, still aiming at her sun burnt forhead.

"No… you?"

"No." They both lowered their weapons reluctantly and Daryl approached her slightly as she pulled her blood soaked blanket from her body. She was covered in hazmat equipment except on her head, which she removed shortly after throwing her blanket off of herself. Her gloves came off first, revealing long, manicured nails and clean hands which moved quickly to unzip the tainted one piece suit. After that was removed Daryl paused to marvel at her young body. She was slightly tanned with gray looking eyes, which sparkled like silver when the sunlight hit them. Her hair was dyed fire engine red with a black under layer and the tank top and short shorts she was wearing revealed enough flesh to make a walker drool… as well as Dixon. She obviously took care of herself, using supplies from local drug stores. He'd not seen a girl so well put together in a long long time. "You're crazy sleepin' in here. There were 'least three walkers when I got in and they were active."

"I wasn't wearing that blanket for shits and giggles." She mumbled, stretching her arms to reveal a belly button ring under her shirt along with a few tattoos. She was obviously legal… not that it mattered much anymore.

"What?"

"The scent scares em off." Daryl nodded, he could smell liquor emanating off of her. A sign she'd been drinking the night before.

"Hung over?"

"Slightly." She grinned a little, her silver eyes sparkling. "What'd you come in here for?"

"Booze. Ran out at the joint I'm stayin at."

"You won't find much here…not anything strong, anyway… but I can show you a place down the road that's still stocked." Daryl nodded, following the young stranger out of the bar and heading to another down town. He watched as she knifed a walker on her own then walked away like a stone cold killer.

This bitch is fine as hell.

They walked into the bar and she flicked on the light, killing the bartender soon afterward. "Damn, honey, slow your roll."

"You want liquor? Here you go." She opened the back cabinet revealing tons of liquor bottles. They both felt like kids in a candy store.

As Daryl went hard at work shoving all sorts of alcoholic beverages into his bag, Sadie hopped on the bar, allowing her long legs to sway back and forth in the air, like a little girl on a swing set. Dixon, without looking up from the warning label on a bottle of Smirnoff, mumbled, "You alone?"

"Yeah. They- uh… they got my sister."

"My brother too." Daryl said, shoving the previous bottle in his pack and reaching for another. His expression was cold… his mind was screaming in agony.

"Not somethin' that can be undone…" He looked up at her with steel blue eyes. "Name's Daryl Dixon."

"Sadie Lorne." The girl said, nodding in his direction with a half cocked smirk. She looked off in the direction of the window. The stained glass casted rays of blue and red light onto her face, causing the bar to look like sunset had already marked the end of another agonizing day. Daryl finished packing his bag and slung it onto his shoulder, causing the bottles to clink together inside. Sadie looked at him, almost disappointed he was finished so quickly, and extended her hand. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Dixon."

Daryl shuttered at the sound, and shook it from his head in an instant. "Daryl." He muttered, not extending his own hand. " 'sides, don't know what you're sayin' bye for. I ain't done with you yet."

She raised her eyebrow, confused. "Hmm?"

"How bout you an me…" He walked to her, standing between her legs and setting his free hand on her jaw line while the other held his bag securely on his strong shoulders. "Go find some place to be alone?"

"Now, Daryl, what kinda girl do you take me for," she gasped teasingly, leaning closer to his mouth.

"The sensible kind," He smiled back, wanting to take her then and there. "You an I both know it's just human nature… Now, how bout you show me some place in this town the walkers won't hear us."

"I'm not sure we'll have to worry about that," she sighed, avoiding his hungry stare as another smirk crossed her lips. "I don't think a guy like you can make a girl like me scream." The challenge had been issued. Daryl threw his things on a nearby booth and locked the door of the bar, quickly coming back to her and grabbing her by the back of her neck before she could speak anymore. His lips crashed into hers in a fit of passion so strong, she could have swore he'd left bruises, and he went quickly to his work, removing her shirt, then his, and alternating between each article of clothing until they were both left unshielded by any form of cloth. She was just as beautiful as the girl he had dreamed about fucking… if not more so. Her breasts were large, but not so much so it made her look fake. D's as told by the tag on her bra which was now laying ten feet away on the floor. Her waist was small but curved outward to large hips. She taught him the definition of "hourglass figure," as she laid across the bar while he removed his pants. She went to work rubbing her young, pink pussy which had been recently shaved just as well as any other part of her body. The sight caused Daryl to tremble as he touched himself as well, watching her writhe in a fit of self created passion. After a moment, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to his mouth again, kissing her just as hard as the first time. She slid from the bar gracefully onto her knees and lead him into her mouth, taking every inch of him all at once. Daryl watched in between winces of pleasure and recalled later thinking that she looked beautiful. Yes, Sadie Lorne was the only female probably on this planet now who made sucking dick look "beautiful." The way her pink lips slid around every spot of his manhood. How her tongue traced down to his balls where she took them into her mouth as well… every second was a satisfying art created by a young girl who knew nothing about the man she was sharing herself with. He enjoyed this act for a long time but felt himself coming close, and pulled away, picking her back up and setting her on a bar stool in front of him. After spreading her legs, Daryl looked up at her, quickly kissing, sucking, and licking every inch of her sweet pussy. He could tell she'd not been used to this as she squirmed against him, holding in short gasps and high pitched squeaks as his mouth explored her. She tasted sweet… almost like a cherry sucker and Daryl was actually enjoying eating her out, unlike his past flings. She ran her fingers through his thick, greasy hair as he sucked on her clit, her hand pulling him closer to her body as if she couldn't get enough. After letting her enjoy herself, Daryl stood, positioning himself at her entrance, while she sat up slightly.

"I'm gonna make you scream, baby doll." He mumbled, a familiar smirk crossing his lips.

"You can try," Sadie said, biting her lip. "No one's ever succeeded." The suspense of having his huge cock inside her was too much, she wanted to pull him in that second, but Daryl pulled away slightly, rubbing the head across her wet clit.

"How bout we make a little wager, then." She let a small, wispy moan escape her lips in place of a question. "How bout if I can make you scream my name, I getta take you back with me, and make you scream my name evry night…"

"And if you can't," She struggled to ask, feeling her body tighten and more liquid escape her body.

"If I can't," He tilted his head back, nodding toward his pile of equipment behind them. "You can have my bow." Sadie grinned, extending her hand.

"Deal." She didn't know why, but she wanted his bow. She didn't even know how to fire it, but it seemed convenient enough. Daryl wasted no time and got to work trying to win his bet. He pushed inside her, lighting her body on fire as he pounded into her, penetrating inches untouched by her two former boyfriends. She cringed as pain turned to pleasure, and sunk her manicured nails into his muscular arms. So far, the odds weren't in favor of little Sadie.

"So fucking tight," Daryl growled, more to himself than Sadie as she pulled him closer, feeling the heat drip from his body. She buried her face into his neck, holding in moans and squeals as he increased his pace. Noticing her tactic, he grabbed her by her neck and pulled her away, looking into her silver eyes. "No no no, little missy. You gotta play fair." She released a low moan. It was quiet though, not enough to make him lose. She felt that she could hold in most of the yelps moving into her throat, but then, Daryl pulled out and turned her over, bending her ass over the barstool and penetrating her from a different angle. Sadie moaned louder this time, almost loud enough for Daryl to win and he could feel her young body tightening around him, signaling him she was about to cum. For a moment, he enjoyed the feeling, but he soon grabbed her by her hair and pulled her ear close to his mouth, muttering in an almost unintelligible growl, "Come on, baby… Say it." She tried to refuse, but the word "no" turned into another moan. "Say it. Say my name, darlin'"

His voice was enough to drive her over the edge. Coaxing her like a pup, he pushed in harder, causing Sadie to lose her control and the bet as his bitter name escaped her throat in a high pitched scream of "Oh, Daryl, fuck me." He let go of her hair, causing her to collapse on the barstool again, and her body to release juices that covered his dick. He continued, hearing her openly mouth his name to encourage his own peak, and he came inside of her, more by pure instinct than choice. No regret followed. No worry of "her old man will kill me if she gets knocked up," or Shot gun wedding bells ringing in his brain. Just the quiet satisfaction of great sex after a very long time.

He was never one for cuddling, but somehow, Sadie managed to coax him to the floor to lay with her. He noted that, above everything else; the perfect figure, sparkling eyes, the fact that she was his very definition of flawlessness, Sadie Lorne fit perfectly under his shoulder as they laid in the bar, unsure of what to say as the walkers clawed at the door outside. Daryl grinned and looked at her under his chin, breaking the silence by saying simply, "I told ya so, kid."