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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Rick_Grimes
  Character:
      Rick_Grimes, Daryl_Dixon
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate
      Universe_-_No_Zombie_Apocalypse, Fluff_and_Smut, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex,
      Anal_Fingering, safe_sex, Protection_Used, Car_Accidents
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-06 Words: 5637
****** Last Kiss ******
by VulgarSequins
Summary
     Rick and Daryl are seniors in high school that have been together for
     a few months but are very much in love. Promises of being together
     until they are old change the night of a bad thunderstorm. Based on
     Pearl Jam's version of "Last Kiss".
Notes
     First time ever writing anything [and look, it's heart breaking] be
     gentle and mind the tags. Tagged as underage because Rick and Daryl
     are supposed to be 17-18 here. It's not specified. Also, a car
     accident/injury happens so if this is a trigger, this is your
     warning.
     This is not a happy ending story. I teared up writing it. I'm trash
     for doing this to my babies. I really recommend listening to Pearl
     Jam's "Last Kiss". Prepare your butts.
     Kudos/bookmarks/comments are appreciated! I tried to give decent smut
     to make up for the whole, ya know, death thing. Oops.
The sky had been hinting at a downpour for most of the day, but waited until it
was evening before finally letting lose large angry raindrops that flooded the
streets. Spring was in full bloom, and with it came the expectant wet April.
The rain would be tolerable during the day if plans were not washed away.
However, with the temperatures dropping at night, the cool water would be a
reminder to Georgia residents that Winter has only just passed and Summer is
still a way to go. 
“Just get in the damn car-“ Rick cut Daryl off mid rant by slamming the
passenger car door once his soaked boyfriend was tucked safely in the car. He
ran around to the driver’s side to dive in himself, his clothing already
drenched. Rick’s mother had urged the two of them to at least take a jacket,
but the teenagers were indestructible. As most teens foolishly thought. After a
safety run down from Rick’s father and a promise to his parents that they would
be careful, Daryl and Rick sprinted to his father’s car. Rick following Daryl
to his side so he could “be a gentleman” and open the door for the shorter
teenager, regardless of Daryl’s protests and the few close calls slipping in
mud.
“I can open the damn door myself,” Daryl turned a weak glare at Rick, water
dripping down his long bangs. “Yer gonna get yerself sick, dumb ass.”
“Just means you’ll have to nurse me back to health, my sweet redneck” Rick
couldn’t wipe the toothy grin off his face, turning to look at Daryl and
shivering only slightly while starting his dad’s Honda Accord. He knew his hair
would be a curled explosive nest, but it wouldn’t be any worse than how his
parents saw it when Daryl and he emerged from his room when they got home.
Daryl had thrown him a smug look when Rick’s father made a comment about his
son’s wrinkled clothing; knowing that Rick’s parents had never seen Daryl with
clothing that wasn’t torn or wrinkled in some way so he was in the clear.
“Ain’t that right, Nurse Dixon?”
“Like Hell ‘m takin’ care of your ass after that redneck comment,” Daryl folded
his arms across his chest, his biceps bulging ever slightly from his lean arms.
He tucked his hands under his armpits to try and warm up before the heater did
its job. Rick could see the small uptick on the corner of Daryl’s lips, giving
away that he wasn’t at all offended by the comment. Rick leaned over quickly to
press a chaste kiss on Daryl’s beauty mark, laughing as he leaned back in his
seat to try and avoid the water Daryl shook out of his hair in an attempt to
further soak Rick.
Both Rick and Daryl knew that if either of the two did in fact end up sick, the
other would care for them. It had happened the past winter break when Daryl had
gotten pneumonia from staying out in the woods during one of his dad’s benders.
He had showed up in Rick’s backyard without a jacket, his arms mostly bare
under his dirty poncho. The bow he was carrying with him was shaking in his
frozen grip, his lips chapped and peeling. Rick had gotten so angry that the
other boy did not come to him sooner, but the anger soon gave way to concern
when Daryl had passed out from a fever in his backyard. Rick panicked and
yelled for his mother, thankful that she had gotten home from her shift at the
hospital just thirty minutes before Daryl’s arrival. The incident gave the
young couple another layer in their still budding relationship: Daryl opening
up about how bad it could get at home sometimes, and Rick learning why it was
so hard for Daryl to trust people that said they cared for them. The family he
had left at home beat him and yet he had trusted them. 
Rick and Daryl had only started dating their senior year at a Halloween party
Maggie Greene had held. It still took clarification from Daryl that they were
in fact dating. That their messy make out in a closet was not just irony but
the start of said relationship. Rick had a crush on Daryl their sophomore year
of high school when he watched Daryl beat the shit out of a senior bully named
William. William had made it his mission to bring Hell on the new transfer
student Glenn. Through a course of tense conversations, praise, and awkward
hang outs, Daryl and Rick had become what appeared as “friends” and the
school’s redneck had been welcomed within Rick’s group. Glenn included
immediately after the scuffle. It only took months of Daryl trying to drop
hints that he liked Rick as well along with the infamous “senior Halloween
party closet make out between a cop and robber” for Rick to get the same
message that everyone else saw.
Since then, the two boys spent as much time as they could together. Daryl
staying late for Rick’s baseball practices when he knew his dad wouldn’t notice
his absence. Rick staying during Daryl’s track practices. The two of them doing
homework at Rick’s, or as much homework that could be done when hands would
wander and lips would distract until Rick’s mother scolded Rick about closing
the door when he had Daryl over.
Rick was just thankful that his mother was as accepting as she was and that his
father was okay with it, though was still uncomfortable with seeing them kiss.
Rick knew Daryl didn’t have the same luxury with his own father.
“So Mom has already asked me if we are going to Prom and why I haven’t gone tux
shopping yet. If you needed her to take you,” Rick broke their comfortable
silence. Daryl stopped humming Pearl Jam and groaned.
“Prom?” Daryl shook his head and looked at Rick, completely displeased that
they were having this conversation. “Do we gotta go? Can’t we just get drunk
and fuck in the woods? Ain’t that cover all of prom? Hell, even dance like a
fuckin’ moron for ya.”
“Yeah we gotta. At least dress up and take pictures for Mom,” Rick hummed,
letting his mind drift and a smile tug on his lips. “Besides, I wanna see you
in a tux as well. Bet you’ll look cute all dressed up.” 
Rick took a quick glance at Daryl, his smile turning into a smug grin at the
faint flush on Daryl’s cheeks at the comment. “Not to mention hot as Hell when
we get in the woods and you’re beggin’ for me to fuck you”
“Shut up!” Daryl went from a faint flush on his cheek bones to a full bright
coloring on his face and down his neck. His huff loud enough to be heard over
the rain pounding on the windshield and the squeak of the wipers. Rick just
laughed and Daryl couldn’t help but join in with his soft chuckles. “Keep yer
eyes and mind on the damn road, Grimes. It’s fuckin’ rainin’ cats ’n dogs and
we got a damn movie ta see.”
Rick’s laughter died down and silence settled between the two of them again.
The CD playing on the stereo could barely be heard over the sound of rain
battering the roof of the car. Daryl squinted his eyes as if that would give
him clearer vision of the road in front of them; occasionally glancing out the
side window as well. “Rick, maybe we should just head back ta yer house. Ya
can’t see shit in this. We can just watch somethin’ there. Wine ’n dine me
later.”
Rick opened his mouth to argue or agree but his breath got caught in his throat
when he saw it. A car had stalled right at the curve of the road, its hazard
lights barely a glow in the dark night. It had taken up most of the road in an
attempt to cross the dangerous intersection. As soon as Rick jerked the wheel
to the right, everything shifted into a slow crawl of time.
Rick could see out of the corner of his eye Daryl gripping the dash with one
hand, the other bracing the roof of the car. He heard Daryl shout his name over
the distressed squealing of tires. He could feel the wheel in his hand shake,
the tires under them skid before seemingly to just glide over the road
regardless of his right foot slamming on the brake. His body jerked when he
felt the back of the car fishtail and that’s when he noticed it. Daryl wasn’t
wearing his seatbelt.
Suddenly everything went in to overdrive. Time caught up and even accelerated
to make up for its mistake of slowing down. The stalled car was in front of him
one moment, then trees, then field, then stalled car again. Over and over until
the sky was thrown in the mix along with concrete. His ears exploded with the
sound of glass breaking and metal crunching. Pain slammed into his temple along
with a sharp pain in his left side. The sound of Daryl screaming in pain was
the last thing burned into his mind when everything went black.
===============================================================================
 
“I hate that you smoke,” Rick spoke in a hushed exhale, “but love the way you
taste.”
“Well, ain’t you a romantic?” Daryl smirked against Rick’s lips, his arms
braced above his head and trapped in Rick’s tight grasp. His sarcastic comment
was followed by a quiet moan when Rick started to kiss at his throat, making
sure to nip at Daryl’s jaw as well, knowing that he loved it.
“Romantic? I’m not the one climbing through windows and staying in my room
until my parents leave. You know you can use the door.”
“What’s the fun in that, Darlin’?” Daryl rolled his hips against Rick’s,
chuckling at the sounds that left the other boy’s lips. Rick’s cheeks tinted a
soft pink at the pet name Daryl recently started calling him, his chest
tightening every time Daryl would let it slip. “And don’t mark me, you know
that.”
Rick lifted his head back up to catch Daryl’s lips in a heated kiss, cutting
off anything else that Daryl may have followed up with that. He didn’t want his
boyfriend to mention his shitty father. Rick pushed his tongue against Daryl’s
lips, forcing his way into Daryl’s hot mouth and tasting cigarettes and mint
again. Rick’s grip tightened on Daryl’s wrists when he tried struggling out of
his grip, not putting much effort into his attempted escape and rather just
using it as an excuse to press further into Rick’s body. “Where do you think
you’re going, Baby?” Rick’s lips brushed against Daryl’s ear, nipping at his
ear lobe and moaning when he felt Daryl’s hard on press against his thigh.
“Don’t call me that,” Daryl said without heat, his turn to now turn red at the
name calling. “And I was gonna head ta yer bed thinkin’ ya could fuck me but-“
Rick immediately let go of Daryl’s wrists, stepping back from his thin frame.
Daryl watched as Rick’s ice blue eyes turned dark, pupils dilating when his
brain caught up to words. He couldn’t help but let out a snort when Rick
started to rip his own shirt up over his head and toss it somewhere across his
bedroom floor. Daryl’s eyes roamed Rick’s chest and stomach, appreciating his
frame and the hint of muscle that was starting to develop nicely and stand out.
“Ya damn horndog.”
“You’re one to talk,” Rick slipped one hand against Daryl’s neck, curling his
fingers in the short, dirty blond locks at the nape of his neck while the other
hand palmed at the front of Daryl’s jeans to prove his point. Daryl groaned and
bucked against Rick’s warm hand. His hands moved up to Rick’s face and leaned
forward to kiss him. Daryl rolled his hips into Rick’s hand to gain more
friction, his loose pants starting to grow tight. Rick bit and sucked at
Daryl’s lips while the hand that Daryl continued to hump against fumbled with
the button and zipper, humming happily when the zipper finally gave way. Rick
reached into Daryl’s jeans, bypassing boxers, and without hesitation grabbed at
his stiff cock, his grip firm if a little awkward. Daryl was already leaking,
precome smearing against Rick’s thumb when he bucked into his fist.
“Fuck, Rick,” Daryl’s swollen lips broke away from Rick’s bites to moan and the
younger boy tossed his head back against the wall he occupied. Rick followed
Daryl, biting at his smooth chin and licking at the hollow of his neck.
“Oh, I plan on it,” Rick took the moment to use his other hand to push Daryl’s
jeans and underwear down his thin hips, the baggy fabric giving with ease.
“Well then get on with it,” Daryl pushed Rick away enough that he could step
out of his pants and made his way to Rick’s bed. Rick couldn’t stop himself
from watching the confident sway of Daryl’s hips and perfect ass when he
walked. Scars peaked out from the bottom of Daryl’s shirt, only a few thin
white lines marring his thighs. Rick had yet to bring up the conversation
asking about the ones on Daryl’s inner thighs.
He quickly followed his boyfriend to the bed, removing his long gym shorts in
record time and kicking them away. Rick was against Daryl the next moment, his
arms wrapped around Daryl’s waist and pressing his hard cock against the cleft
of Daryl’s ass, precome smearing and marking Daryl’s skin while he slowly
rolled his hips into Daryl’s body. He started to kiss on Daryl’s neck, leaving
a trail of open mouth kisses down his shoulder, his hands grabbing the hem of
Daryl’s shirt to lift it up. Daryl immediately went tense, muscles tight and
frozen. His whisper a mixture of warning and insecurity. “Rick…”
“I’m sorry… You can leave it on, Daryl. I know you don’t like showing them,”
Rick spoke softly against Daryl’s ear, his kisses turning gentle and sweet
against his hair. He let go of Daryl’s shirt and stepped back to give Daryl a
moment to recover from the situation and settle whatever demons he was
currently fighting in his mind and heart.
“Wait,” Daryl turned to face Rick, grabbing his hand to make sure he had not
gone far. His eyes narrowed at the slightly taller boy, trying to read
something on Rick’s face that Rick himself could not figure out. It broke
Rick’s heart a little knowing Daryl still didn’t trust Rick completely on his
feelings, but in that moment, Daryl must have seen something that let him lower
his wall once more for Rick. Daryl nodded before quickly stripping off his
ratty shirt and tossing it, sitting back on the bed and scooting up closer to
the headboard before relaxing against the pillows. He bit back a smirk on his
lips watching Rick’s eyes grow darker, if at all possible, when he trailed a
hand down his body to stroke his leaking cock that rested against his thigh,
his pace slow. Daryl bent his knees up and spread his thighs, moving his free
hand down past his balls to rub at his puckered hole slowly, knowing it would
drive Rick wild. “Ya just gonna stand there and drool, Rick? Or ya gonna fuck
me silly seein’ as how we got the house ta ourselves?”
Rick was between his legs before Daryl could get another good tug of his dick
in. Rick leaned down to kiss him, pushing his tongue and moans into Daryl’s
mouth. He batted Daryl’s hand away to grasp at his cock in a loose fist,
stroking him quickly while he scooted down the body arching under him. His
thumb rubbed at the head of Daryl’s leaking cock, smearing the clear bead of
come around before moving his thumb further down the length to rub under the
head. Rick kept his eyes on Daryl’s bright ones while he lowered his mouth,
taking the tip of Daryl’s erection in to his wet heat. Daryl let out a loud
groan at the sight and sensation, gripping on to the crumpled sheets of the
unmade bed. Rick moved his head lower down the shaft, his eyes fluttering
closed and relaxing his jaw and throat, trying to get Daryl deeper. He wasn’t
as good as Daryl was at this, still working on trying to take Daryl in his
throat like Daryl seemed to have no problem doing to him. He moved his head up
and down slowly along the length, enjoying the taste of Daryl’s cock in his
mouth, moaning around his flesh. Rick was beginning to lose himself in the
motions, his own hips grinding into the bedding beneath him until he felt a
firm grip in his curls, yanking his head up and off Daryl’s spit soaked dick. 
“Shit, ah, Rick,” Daryl was breathing heavily, hairless chest flushed to match
his cheeks. “Ya gotta stop or I’m gonna come. Fuck me, come on. Wanna feel ya.
Get yer dick in me.”
Rick swallowed hard before nodding and scrambling off his bed, heading to his
desk. He grabbed the lube he had stashed under old school papers and homework
that was stuffed and crumpled in to one of the drawers, turning back to Daryl
before he stopped at the look he that was being giving him from the boy on the
bed. “What?”
“Hell no,” Daryl’s brows were furrowed when he nodded behind Rick. “Get a
fuckin’ condom too”.
“But I figured since-“
“I’m not gonna get caught cleanin’ yer come out my ass when yer parent’s get
home. Get a condom or fuck yer hand, Grimes.”
Rick rolled his eyes and pouted, but did as he was told, knowing Daryl wasn’t
one to change his mind when it was set. After grabbing a foil packet, he rushed
back over to the bed to take residence between Daryl’s legs again, placing the
items by Daryl’s hip and making sure to lean down and kiss the other boy
quickly. Daryl wrapped his arms around Rick’s neck to deepen the kiss, licking
into Rick’s mouth and tasting hints of himself on Rick’s tongue. He moaned and
rolled his body up against Rick’s, his cock seeking friction against Rick’s
toned stomach, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Rick grabbed the lube and uncapped it, pouring a generous amount on his finger
tips and spilling some on his bed in his haste. He would have to make sure to
wash his sheets after Daryl had left for the night, not wanting to subject his
mother in doing his sex laundry. Rick slipped his hand between Daryl’s spread
legs, rubbing at his small hole and feeling it twitch under the pads of his wet
fingers. Rick slowly started pushing his index finger in, making sure to still
be gentle with Daryl since it had been awhile they had the chance to do this.
Daryl was so tight and he had only managed to push past the initial ring of
muscles.
“Fuck, Rick, come on,” Daryl broke the kiss to groan and shift his hips. “I’m
not gonna break. Come o-ah!” Rick cut Daryl’s sentence off by pushing the rest
of his digit inside Daryl’s body. Rick wiggled his finger inside Daryl’s body
before starting a quick rhythm in and out. He made sure Daryl’s body wouldn’t
protest to attempting to add a second finger in the mix until his body was
loose. Daryl’s hole took the second finger with ease, lube aiding in the
process of working his body open while Rick scissored his tight hole open.
Rick’s breath grew heavy watching Daryl’s body take his fingers and open up
without a fight or resistance. Daryl started to push down against Rick’s
fingers, trying to get him in deeper. Trying to fill his body more. “Rick, I’m
good. I’m good, come on. Fuck me!”
Rick pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the already soiled sheet. His
hands trembled slightly trying to open the condom, dropping the rubber when he
did and cursing under his breath. His heart was racing out of his chest in
excitement. Fucking Daryl always did this to him. When he finally rolled the
condom on, he made a point to pour lube on his throbbing cock, shuddering when
he felt some slip down on to his balls.The stark temperature difference causing
his dick to twitch in his hand. Rick moved his body over Daryl’s, his face
close to the other boy’s and watching Daryl’s flushed face when he pressed the
tip of his cock against Daryl’s wet hole. His pucker already giving way to
Rick’s tip. Rick’s breath mixing with Daryl’s on a gasp. “I love you, Daryl”
“Love you,” Daryl gave Rick a small, genuine smile, holding his face in his
hands and leaning up to kiss Rick with just a press of lips. Rick started to
push his hips further against Daryl’s spread legs, his swollen cock pushing
past the ring of tight muscles. Daryl broke the kiss to moan and Rick took that
as a sign to keep moving forward. Going at a slow pace but not stopping until
his cock was buried in Daryl as deep as he could get inside. He took a moment
for Daryl to adjust to the stretch while he tried to keep from coming just from
the clenching heat of Daryl’s ass. Rick repositioned his hands on either side
of Daryl’s head, waiting for Daryl to give him the go ahead. Daryl opened his
midnight eyes and nodded to Rick, his hands gripping Rick’s shoulders while
Rick began rocking his hips back to pull out almost completely. Daryl wrapped
his legs around Rick’s waist, pulling him close to force him to move back in. 
Rick watched Daryl as his pace grew steady, his thrusts more confident when
Daryl’s face relaxed and his eyes closed in pleasure. He loved watching Daryl
like this. Loved watching how Daryl’s cock slapped against his stomach and hip,
depending on how hard Rick was thrusting. Loved watching little beds of precome
that would flick across the faint hair on his lower stomach. Loved watching his
face lose its edge, his lips parting to gasp and let out the sweetest moans and
whines. Loved watching his brows furrow but raise, sweat gather on his forehead
and dampen his dark blond bangs. Loved how his hair would fan out across the
bedding and create a halo around his head. Loved hearing Daryl curse and say
Rick’s name over and over.
 Rick could already feel his own body tense, pleasure moving down his spine and
curling in his lower stomach. His hips snapped a little harder each time in to
Daryl’s body, trying to find that spot inside his lover that would make him
scream for Rick. He knew he found it when Daryl’s eyes snapped open and did
just that, louder and louder, taking advantage of the absence of Rick’s
parents. Hearing Daryl lose self control like that drove Rick mad, wanting to
push his boyfriend to see how loud he could get.
“That’s it,” Rick panted. “Come on, Baby. Come for me. Touch yourself. I need
you to come.” Rick shook his head a little, trying to get the sweat out of his
eyes, his hips starting to lose any sense of rhythm. He didn’t want to come
just yet. He wanted Daryl over the edge first, but he could feel his balls
tighten as they smacked against Daryl’s ass on each thrust. Daryl opened his
eyes just slightly, one hand leaving it’s residence from Rick’s back to snake
down his own flushed chest and take hold of his cock. He rubbed the tip with
his thumb, smearing precome along the head and down to ease his movements. Loud
whines and grunts left Daryl’s thin lips when he started to stroke himself
quickly, his thighs shaking around Rick’s body with each thrust, each second he
got closer to that blissful release.
Rick tried his best not to blink, wanting to watch Daryl come undone. It took a
few more hard thrusts from Rick but he knew when it was happening. Daryl’s
tight heat gripped Rick hard, his back arching up and his mouth falling open.
Daryl’s eyes rolled back into his skull before shutting tight and his hand
stilled, squeezing his spurting cock as he came with a shout of Rick’s name.
The sound echoed off his bedroom walls and rivaled the sound of the bed frame
hitting the wall. Come painted Daryl’s stomach and chest, catching in the faint
starts of chest hair between his nipples. Rick was not far behind, only taking
maybe three more thrusts to fall over the edge after Daryl. He slammed his hips
against Daryl’s body, his cock twitching deep into Daryl’s body as he filled
the condom. Rick quickly leaned down and captured Daryl’s mouth in a sloppy
kiss, his own loud moan muffled by Daryl’s slack lips.
They stayed locked together for a few moments. Just catching their breath and
enjoying the immediate afterglow before having to move. Rick slowly pulled out
of Daryl, making sure to hold on to the condom and avoid any repeated fiascos
they had experienced when they first started to have sex. Daryl dropped his
arms out at his sides, his thighs spread wide and starfishing out on the bed
with his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His
body glistened with the sweat that covered him. Rick moved off the bed and only
stumbled slightly, removing his condom to tie off and toss into his bathroom
trash, grabbing a washcloth on his way back. When he climbed back in to bed, he
cleaned Daryl’s body and kissed him softly on the forehead. 
“That was good,” Daryl hummed with a smile, opening his eyes and leaning up to
try and kiss Rick back. “Yer parents gonna be gone awhile, right?”
“Probably another hour or two, I think,” Rick tossed the cloth on the floor
before laying next to Daryl, forcing the other boy to take up less space in the
bed. “Why? You wanna go again? See if you can break the window this time with
all your yellin’?” Rick chuckled and turned Daryl to his side, curling up
behind him. He wrapped his arms around Daryl’s chest and waist, pulling him
close. He was grateful that Daryl didn’t tense or move away when his tragic
scar riddled back faced Rick.
“Fuck ya, Rick,” Daryl rolled his eyes but the corners of his lips had a slight
uptick to them. He pushed back into Rick’s warmth, staying relaxed and pliant
even after Rick started kissing his shoulders and a few knotted, ugly scars
that reached that high on his back. Rick’s heart swelled at the trust he seemed
to have earned today.
“Well, if that’s what you wanna do. Just give me fifteen minutes. Been awhile
since you’ve done it to me,” Rick smiles and nuzzled his nose against Daryl’s
ear. Daryl shook his head slightly at Rick’s offer, grunting something along
the lines of ‘no ya fucking rabbit’. Rick paused and leaned up only slightly,
trying to catch Daryl’s hidden expression that was being blocked by the angle
of his head and bangs. 
Daryl turned his head just enough to look up at Rick. His eyes were soft and
full of different emotions: happiness and love being the two that stood out the
most. He took one of Rick’s hands and pulled it against his chest, centering
both their grip over his heart. Daryl leaned up just enough to brush his lips
gently against Rick’s chin, a sweet smile there following the kiss. A smile he
rarely showed anyone. A smile Rick knew was meant for just him. Rick felt his
own heartbeat quicken ever so slightly.
“Hold me Darlin’ just a little while…”
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Rick’s eyes snapped open and pain crashed into his head. His vision blurred
slightly before he rubbed his eyes clear, pulling his fingers back to see them
coated in wet crimson. It took another few seconds to realize that he was
hanging upside down in the car, his seatbelt still keeping him secured. He
heard a lady gasp and a man telling someone directions. 
He groaned and unbuckled his seatbelt, crashing down on the roof of the car
with a cry. The landing hurt like Hell, glass digging in to his skin but he
ignored it. His dad was going to kill him. He tried opening the car door to
find it stuck so he started crawling out of the window, the strangers
surrounding the vehicle helping him out as he struggled. Rick brushed off the
dark woman with dreads that tried to keep him laying down, talking about
possible concussion and a head injury. His side felt like it was on fire and
when he looked down he could see why. His light blue shirt was dark from blood
coming from a gash in his side. It was obvious he would need stitches and
possibly surgery but that didn’t matter right now. Through the throbbing pain,
his mind was screaming at him.
Daryl!
Rick’s heart rate sky rocketed, looking around for his boyfriend. He called his
name out, his voice coming out a croak. He tried again and stumbled when he
went to jog forward. Rick shoved at the man trying to grab him, telling this
stranger that he was fine. He stood on weak legs, looking for Daryl. His eyes
widened at the sight of his Father’s car that he just climbed out of. The sides
were crunched, the roof shoved down and the glass shattered in every window. He
felt his heart in his throat, his stomach a pit. 
His ice blue eyes searched in the dark, more cars stopping to see what the hold
up was on the road. Their headlights gave Rick more light but there were too
many people surrounding him and trying to talk to him. He remembered seeing
Daryl without his seatbelt. He grabbed the nearest civilian and shouted in
panic, asking where the other boy was. Did they see him? Rick was pulled aside
by an older woman, her hair cropped short to her scalp but her eyes kind. She
motioned to another group of people looking down at the ground. 
Rick ran to the group, calling Daryl’s name and shoving them aside when he
reached them. His face paled when he saw Daryl. His beautiful Daryl. Daryl’s
leg was twisted in an unnatural, sick angle. His right arm obviously broken.
And the blood. The blood pooling around his head, matting his dirty blond hair,
making it much more darker. Rick’s knees gave out when he rushed to Daryl’s
side.
An older gentleman with a white ponytail was sitting beside Daryl, looking over
his injuries. When he looked up at Rick, his face was not full of any
reassurances. Rick knew he was asking him questions, but it sounded like he was
under water. Rick leaned over Daryl, finally letting out a sob as his vision
blurred. 
Daryl’s eyes focused on Rick, the corner of his lips quirking up before he
winced. Daryl’s good arm started to reach to Rick, his hand shaking violently.
Rick moved closer without hesitation, moving his hands to cradle Daryl’s head
and hold him in his lap. He could hear protests around him, but then he could
hear the soft mummer of the man that was helping Daryl silence them. 
Rick tried brushing some of Daryl’s hair out of his clear blue eyes, shielding
him from the rain that continued to pour. Daryl parted his lips and went to
speak before a choked off cough stopped him. Rick tried to hush him, but his
sob prevented any real noise from coming out. Rick’s did his best to wipe away
the blood that flowed from Daryl’s mouth, only managing to smear it across his
cheeks.
The soft sound of sirens started to grow closer, wailing their announcement of
a soon arrival. Daryl tried talking once more, and even attempted to raise up.
Rick helped lift Daryl’s head but also leaned down close to hear his love. His
bloody forehead touching Daryl’s cold one.
“Hold me Darlin’ just a little while…”
Rick sobbed once more but nodded quickly, knocking their heads together. His
arms wrapped tighter around Daryl, a small smile spreading on the younger boy’s
bloodied lips. Rick angled his head slightly, fitting their lips together in
one of the most gentle kisses the two had ever shared. He felt Daryl’s good
hand against his arm squeeze weakly, his lips applying slight pressure to
Rick’s. Rick kept his eyes open wide, watching the blur of Daryl’s own eyes
close slowly. 
Then it was over.
Daryl’s hand went limp against his arm. His lips slack and parted. Rick pulled
away barely an inch, eyes straining to see through tears but still holding him
close. His voice came out a sob as he begged Daryl to stay. Begged him to wake
up. Begged him to not leave him. Begged him to remember promises they spoke to
one another. A future they planned. Love that was still growing. Lives
intertwined forever. He couldn’t lose these things. He couldn’t lose him. He
couldn’t lose…
“My love, my life…”
 
Oh Where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
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