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So close to 100 reviews! Thanks to everyone for reading, reviewing and following! Just another short little chapter with a bit of some unusual smut but good smut nonetheless.

Warning: Will have some feels, some sad feels.


Chapter Twenty: You're a terrible woman Miss. Neefs.

Joanna and Rick walked back into the prison with a weapon's bag each, filled with a variety of guns and ammunition to match. They threw the sacks down onto the table with a huff then looked to the rest of the group beginning to gather in the room.

"Are those…?" Glenn started and Rick nodded, "Guns. Lot's of 'em." Rick finished and zipped open the bag and poured the guns out onto the table. Glenn and Maggie rushed to the table to look over the types of guns available to them and then shot a smile to each other.

"It looks like a lot of ammo," Joanna started, dumping the bag onto the table as well, "But use the bullets carefully. Woodbury has a lot of resources, as we've all seen." The group fell silent remember the attack just days before. "We shoot to kill." Rick stated seriously as he began to load some of the guns.

Daryl walked up beside Joanna and placed his hand on her back, "Glad you made it back safe." He mumbled to her and she gave him a warm smile in response. "Where's Merle?" She then asked.

"Outside, in one of the guard towers." Daryl answered, his hand slowly falling down the length of her back, leaving her body just before his hand touched her backside. Jo felt shivers running up and down her spine after his hand left her body. She reached into the pile of guns and pulled out a loaded revolver then headed for the door to outside.

Before Joanna could reach the tower she walked past Carol standing guard outside, breathing in the cool air, "Hey Jo." She called softly. Jo wandered over to her and grinned, "Hey you," She greeted, "We got some weapons inside, you should go take a look." Joanna informed her. Carol remained silent then let out a long sigh, "Don't be stupid Jo." She blurted out, leaving Joanna perplexed.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Don't be stupid. Don't let Merle Dixon knock you up, look what happened to Lori." Carol explained while Jo crossed her arms protectively against herself. "You don't have to worry about that Carol." She tried to reason.

"No, I do." She snapped, "Lori messed 'round with Shane then her husband and we have Judith. It's hard enough surviving with one baby, we don't need another."

Jo laughed lightly then smiled, "I'm serious Carol, you don't have to worry about it." Carol looked to her, hoping for a better explanation why. "Don't repeat this to anyone please?" Joanna begged.

"I promise." Carol swore.

"When I was 22 I got pregnant from my first and only boyfriend. He was an idiot and when I was seven months pregnant we got into a car accident because he was being reckless as usual…" She felt an old pain wrenching at her heart and tears pooling behind her eyes, "I lost my baby girl, she was stillborn. About a week after I had to give birth to her I was bleeding a lot and passed out on the way to the hospital. When I woke up I was told they had to give me a complete hysterectomy to stop the bleeding and was told I would never have children of my own." She finished, tears now streaming down her face.

"I'm so sorry Jo...why wouldn't you just tell him rather than lie and take pregnancy tests?" She asked. Jo could only shrug, "I never told anyone." She concluded and kicked the rocks around her feet. "I guess it's a blessing and a curse in the world we live in now."

Carol pulled her into a tight hug then wiped Jo's tears away with her sleeve, "You should let him know you're back. He wasn't too happy when he found out you left with Rick." She sighed and let go of her. Jo gave her one last smile before turning and walking into the guard tower. When she reached the top she took a deep breath then pushed open the door. She saw Merle standing, looking out the window, his knife unfastened from his cast.

"Sorry I left without telling you." She apologized quietly. She watched Merle's shoulders tense then he turned around to face her, "I don't get you Joanna." He whispered. She was in trouble, he rarely used her full name unless he was mad at her.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled then watched as Merle charged at her and pinned her against the wall. "Merle, stop...please…" She choked out as his hand wrapped around her neck. He grip loosened and his breathing steadied, "I can't do this Jo. I can't watch you kill yourself." He pressed his forehead against hers and his hand dropped from her throat to her hip. "Everything is fine." She whispered to him while raising her arms to drape over his shoulders, "I'm okay." She frowned when he pulled away from her.

"What happened between you and Daryl?" He asked as he leaned against the windows. Joanna froze in her spot then swallowed hard, "Wh-what are you talking about?" She stuttered. Merle scoffed and shook his head, "Do you two think I'm stupid or sumthin'?" He spat, "You two are constantly lookin' at one another, not to mention you run off whenever the three of us are alone. So what happened?" He pressed.

Jo made a beeline for the door but Merle rushed over and grabbed her arm, yanking her back into the room. "You ain't runnin' from me woman!" He shouted and slammed the door, his body guarding the only exit. "Speak!" He commanded.

Joanna crossed her arms, "I'm not a fucking dog Merle." She grumbled. Merle stayed quiet, only staring intensely at her, awaiting to hear her answer. There was about five minutes of silence between them before Joanna finally spoke, "FINE!" She shouted, throwing her arms in the air, "We fucked!" She admitted then Merle made a fist, anger and disappointment rushing through his body.

"Yer kiddin'." He breathed out and watched as Joanna shook her head. "It was after Lori died. I didn't think I'd ever make it back to Woodbury...to you." She tried to justify. Merle moved from the door then opened it, "Stay the hell away from me Jo." He stated softly.

"Can't we talk about this?" She pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes, "It was a mistake with Daryl." She continued.

"Out." He repeated, slamming his metal cast against the wall. Joanna nearly jumped out her skin then raced out the door and down the stairs. She knew this was going to happen at some point but she was hoping it wouldn't have been so soon. She knew he had every right to be upset with her, hell even to leave her...all actions have a consequence and this was hers. The tears rushed out of her eyes and down her face as she quickly sped past Carol.

"Jo!" She called after her but instead watched as she continued on a direct path to the prison cells. She ran inside and grabbed her backpack and began stuffing her belonging and a change of clothes into it forcefully.

"Where you goin'?" Came Daryl's voice from behind her. She ignored him and continued packing ammo into her bag and then loading her revolver. Jo heard him scoff and she rolled her eyes, "What you ignorin' me now?" He spoke again.

Joanna whipped around, "I told him." She confessed and she watched Daryl's face change from playful to dread.

"Why would you do that!?" He shouted, drawing Beth and Carl's attention. He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the tombs then into a small storage room and slammed the door behind him. "You do know my brother is Merle right?" He asked sarcastically.

She sighed, "He had the right to know." Jo defended as Daryl ran his hands through his greasy hair. An unbelievable amount of stress was filling his veins, "He's gunna kill me…" He mumbled.

She reached out to him and grabbed his hand, "No he's not. I just need to explain why it happened." She comforted but was taken back when Daryl began to laugh nervously. "What reality are you livin' in Jo?"

She stood there, seriously confused by his words. "Why are you even with him?" Daryl then asked, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Because I love him." She answered flatly, "Why?" She returned.

"Jus' curious I guess." He mumbled, looking down at her small hand in his, "I uh- I haven't stopped thinkin' 'bout that day." He confessed, feeling his cheeks flush from embarrassment. "I know we said it didn't mean anythin' but…" He trailed off and Jo moved inches closer to him, "But what?" She urged.

"Somethin' in you that makes me...makes me feel relaxed and, well, wanted." He finished and Joanna felt like she had just received a punch to the gut, she made him feel wanted and then two days later she had basically told him she used him for sex. "Could I be any more of an awful human being?" She thought to herself.

"I'm such a terrible person…" She choked out then fell onto the ground, sitting with her arms wrapped around her legs. "I'm so sorry for what I've put you and your brother through." She apologized.

Daryl stood there awkwardly and stared down at her sobbing, "Don't cry Jo. I don't know what to do with cryin' people. You know that…" He whispered then kneeled in front of her and tried to pull her into a hug.

"I should just throw myself at walkers." She mumbled then felt Daryl forcefully grip her chin and move her face to look at his. He leaned down and kissed her then she instantly pulled away, "Did you not hear me or something?" She cried out and stood up and felt Daryl tug at her shirt.

"Don't go." He demanded. Joanna stood comparing the brothers to each other then sighed. The one brother she knew she loved asking her to leave and the other brother she was unsure of begging her to stay.

"What do you want from me Daryl?" She weeped, sitting on a box in front of him. He stood up and leaned over her, "I don't know," He admitted, "But right now, I just want you to stay." He then kissed her softly and felt her return the gesture hesitantly. "I can't do this to him again." She whimpered even though her lips continued to collide with his. His hands slid under her shirt and he pulled it slowly over her head, kneeling in front of her, he kissed his way around her chest as his hands roamed over her hips.

"Stay in the moment girl." Daryl groaned against her skin then began to unbutton his shirt. Joanna reached out and dragged his fingers down the front of his body, watching him shiver at her touch. She then pushed herself forward and kissed him hard, together the fell to the floor and laughed as they rolled around the dirty pavement.

Daryl rested over her and slid his hand down her body to her shorts and began tugging them off without undoing the button. Her body jerked closer to him with every tug and she laughed at ever moment of it. Daryl smiled victoriously when both her panties and shorts lay beside them then leaned down and nipped at her neck as she pushed his shirt off.

Joanna's breathing began to hitch when she felt Daryl's fingers brush against her center. He hands fumbled to remove his belt then she quickly pushed his pants down, "I need it now." She begged, spreading her legs, "Please Daryl."

He grinned then leaned over her small frame, rubbing his hands against her sex as he felt her wetness. He then positioned himself between her legs and kissed her as he pushed himself inside of her. Joanna gasped as he filled her slowly and her hands found their way into his hair.

The two remained as quiet at possible as they made love inside the small storage room to avoid any stray walkers in the area coming their way, or worse, Merle. He pressed his lips against hers as his hips slowly pushed against her. "Faster. Please." She whispered breathlessly.

Daryl pulled himself out of her and heard her whimper in protest. She sat up then repositioned herself onto her hands and knees in front of him. "Here." He handed her his shirt and pants for padding for her knees and she slid it under her, "Such a gentleman." She teased quietly before feeling him shove himself inside her core again. Joanna pushed her hips back to meet Daryl's thrusts and the two both suppressed the urge to cry out from the pleasure.

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her upper body then pulled her upwards, he knelt with his backside resting on his heels and Joanna was free to now ride him. Daryl slid one hand up to one of her nipples and pinched hard then slid the other hand down to rub her clit as she slowly bounced on top of him. He beamed when Jo arched her back and took the opportunity to drag the hand on her breast up to her neck and squeeze lightly.

Joanna moaned when his hand gripped her neck and started to ride him faster, her end drew closer as his hand worked her. Daryl moved his head to the side and captured her earlobe with his teeth and nipped gently, "Yer gunna make me come Jo…" He breathed and that was the breaking point for Joanna, she felt her stomach ache and her walls clench down around him as her legs shook.

Daryl took charge once again and moved her back onto her hands and knees, continuing to pump himself in and out of her wetness. He groaned as he felt himself drawing nearing to his own end, "Oh god Daryl," She whispered, driving him wild, "That feels so good." She praised. He felt himself jerk against her as he came then withdrew himself, leaning against a crate trying to catch his breath.

Joanna gathered her clothes and slipped back into her panties and let her guilt come flooding back into her head. "You don't deserve either of these men." She told herself, looking over to Daryl who had lit a smoke and was pulling on his jeans. He smiled at her and wrapped one around around her waist then kissed her hard, "Yer a fuckin' addiction Jo." He laughed.