Daryl Dixon

You have always been a bit of a slut, and with the apocalypse it only worsened your desire to live all your days as if they were your last.

You already had a certain reputation among the communities, so much so that some men traveled to the hilltop for your 'services'.

-Come on, man, you don't know when you're going to die and this is an opportunity that doesn't happen every day,- Rick insisted to Daryl, who refused to accept.

-Ain't no way I'ma mess with a whore...what if she has sexual diseases or sum...- Daryl grumbled and Rick laughed.

-She is said to be quite clean, and experienced, you shouldn't worry about that,- Rick insisted again.

Daryl was not a sexually active man, much less interested in romance, so it is difficult for him to accept something like that. At the end of the day, no one knows how much longer they will be on earth and one thing is for sure, anyone would be happy with a good fuck before leaving.

damn, I shouldn't have accepted shit...where's my fucking dignity...

-kay, but I hope for yer sake, Rick, that no one finds out...- Daryl threatened and Rick slapped him on the back. -promise. I'd advice ya to maybe...take a shower first? To be more..- But Daryl interrupted him immediately -forget 'bout that shit.-

That same night, you heard a knock on your door, which you answered. Usually if a man came to your door at night you already knew what he wanted so you let him speak first.

-can I come in?-

damn...when rick spoke bout a whore I thought bout an ugly ass bitch...but she ain't that bad after all...? No way shut up he thought.