You let out a small sigh as you lay awake in your prison bunk, looking up at the bunk above you wondering why the hell you couldn’t sleep. It had been forever since your group had cleared the prison; after inviting everyone from Woodbury it had actually become a lot more homey. So it wasn’t that. And although you usually slept better with Daryl by your side, you could still knock the fuck out by yourself. Even with dead people roaming the earth, sleep wasn’t something that usually eluded you.
You and Daryl had been dating for a while now; since the farm, actually. Most days people could find the two of you together completing jobs or going on runs and during the nights you two were usually in the same bunk, holding each other close. But Daryl was someone who needed his space and you knew that. You had found, through dating him, that you actually enjoyed your alone time a lot more than you used to as well, so you didn’t mind. Because of this you tried not to sleep with him every single night, worried that he might get annoyed or bored of you. But you didn’t think you could help it tonight.
Daryl went on runs all the time and was more than capable of handling his shit, so you usually didn’t worry about things like that, but you were usually with him too. Especially if the runs lasted more than a day. This would be the first time Daryl would be taking a group on a multiple day run without you and as much as you hated to admit it, you decided that was the reason you probably couldn’t sleep.
Well. You could lay here and think about it some more, or you could do something about it.
You slowly sat up on your bunk, careful not to smack your head on the top or make too much noise and wake anybody up. You slipped on your socks for your quick excursion out into the hallway and silently slipped past the curtain acting as your makeshift cell door. A few silent steps later, thanks to your sock clad feet, you were in front of Daryl’s cell. You stood there for a second straining to hear any sound that would hint at him already being asleep or not. It was pretty late, but you knew he had trouble sleeping through the night. You listened for a few more seconds and were about to pull his curtain back to step in, but Daryl beat you to it.
“Ya comin’ in er what?” You heard him ask quietly, voice gruff from being so tired. You couldn’t help but smile as you stepped in, noticing he had stood up from his bunk.
“Hey,” you whispered, snaking your arms around his neck before standing on your tip toes and pulling him in for a kiss. His hands found their place on your hips as he kissed you back, pressing your body to his.
“Couldn’ sleep?” You nodded and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Me neither.”
“I just came to tell you drive safe,” you whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He looked back at you, not changing his expression or saying anything, but the look he had promised you everything you needed.
He slowly backed you up against the wall and began kissing you again, this time with more pressure. More feeling. You loved when he kissed you like this. Like he was worried he would be kissing you for the last time. Because at this point, any time could be the last time. He knew you were worried and he was going to give you reassurance in more ways than one. Daryl was good at conveying things without speaking and you always appreciated that about him.
You breathed deeply as he pressed his body against yours, using the wall behind you to his advantage. You deepened the kiss further by placing a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards you while your other hand tangled itself in his long, disheveled locks. You pulled slightly and elicited a low groan from the brooding archer, causing him to push your legs apart with his knee, pressing his lower body against yours even more forcefully. You moaned lightly, as this is as close as the two of you could get without him being actually inside you.
This sensation quickly escalated things as Daryl immediately moved his hands from your waist to under your ass, picking you up against the wall and giving you a chance to wrap your legs around him. After a few more moments of kissing in this position you finally broke, breathing heavily as your lips just barely touched his.
“Daryl-” you struggled to get out, breath wavering against his lips.
“Watchu wan’?” He let out in a low rumble of a voice, grabbing your ass firmly as he spoke.
“I just wanna feel your touch,” you admitted, those pleading eyes making another appearance before you crashed your lips back onto his. He quickly obliged to your request, picking you up all the way now and setting you down on his bunk so that only your legs hung off. You moved to swivel around so you could fully lay on the bed, but Daryl quickly grabbed your legs to prevent any movement. Instead, he peeled your pajama pants and underwear off excruciatingly slow, teasing what was about to happen before putting your legs on each of his shoulders.
He started moving his hands up and down your thighs, looking you over hungrily. You bit your lip upon seeing his expression and allowed yourself to lean back on the mattress, reaching a hand out to his. He brought one hand up to yours, lacing his fingers with yours as he leaned down, face nearly touching your entrance. He let out a breath which made you shudder in anticipation before finally bringing his tongue down to your folds, each time more focused and forceful. You squeezed his hand in yours and curled your toes in pleasure, subconsciously wrapping your legs around his back to bring him closer.
One hand still locked with yours, Daryl brought his other hand up to pull on the hem of your tank top, signaling he wanted it off. Now. Obedient, you removed your hand from his and quickly pulled your top off and Daryl’s hand moved up your stomach, landing strategically on one of your breasts. You stifled a moan as he took your nipple in between his thumb and index finger, squeezing on and off ever so gently. As you were still recovering from the feeling of his tongue on your folds and his hand on your breast, you didn’t even have time to comprehend the third sensation of his other hand, to which he quickly plunged a finger inside of you. At this you slapped a hand to your mouth, almost not being able to control your vocal responses.
You could feel him smirk into you as he went faster. How he did three different things at the same time so damn well, you weren’t sure. He was an archer after all. High dexterity you would’ve guessed if you had time to, but you didn’t. You were immediately pushed over the edge as orgasm consumed you, causing your eyes to water, legs to twitch, and walls to clench. Daryl guided you through your release, slowing everything down just a bit before eventually pulling back, sliding his hands up and down your thighs once again while admiring you. Even in this state; face red, eyes watering, breath heavy, and body weak, Daryl still thought you were the most stunning thing he had ever laid eyes on. He loved that he could do this for you.
He reluctantly pulled his eyes away from you for just enough time to remove all of his clothes, then immediately shifted you so that you were laying in bed properly with him hovering on top of you.
“Daryl…” You managed to breath out again, reaching a hand up to card your fingers through his hair.
“Don’ think I had enough,” he whispered gently against your neck as he began kissing it, nipping around to find that spot he knew you had. The spot that always made you moan. You wrapped your legs around him again as he did so, stifling more and more moans as he not only found the spot, but you could also finally feel his fully erect member teasing your entrance. Not wanting to wait much longer, you reached down, taking his massive hard-on in your dainty little hands, and began pumping up and down, causing him to be the one now stifling groans. After a few pumps, you guided him to your entrance and replaced your hands back into his hair before Daryl slowly worked his member fully inside of you.
Sometimes Daryl could be a really rough lover, crashing into you at full force and speed, but sometimes he could be a really gentle lover as well. He knew this and he knew you liked both, but he decided to save these slower and more tender sessions for when he thought you needed them most. And god did you need that tonight.
He pressed his lips to yours again before slowly pulling back out just to slowly push back in again. He set an excruciatingly slow pace at first, speeding up only a little once you placed a hand firmly on his lower back, encouraging him to do so. His strokes were still slow, thoughtful, and passionate as he kissed you in the same fashion. Once you memorized this rhythm, you began slowly rolling your hips up, giving him newer angles to push even deeper.
The two of you carried on like this, savoring every touch, movement, kiss, and moan until your legs were around him as tight as they could be and Daryl’s movements became increasingly sporadic. He pushed into you a bit harder for the last few strokes and your walls began to spasm, sending both of you over the edge. His movements began to slow and your grip began to loosen until the two of you were but a sprawled out mess on his mattress.
Daryl then rolled over onto his back, pulling you close to him so your head was resting on his chest and your legs were tangled together. You took a moment to collect yourself before looking up at him, getting drunk off the relaxed expression on his face. With his guard down and his eyes closed, you still thought he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. You loved that you could do this for him.
“Will I see you in the morning?” You asked softly, a small smile adorning your face as he nodded.
“I’ll be gone for a few days,” he answered, “But I’d never leave without sayin’ I love ya.”
“I love you too,” you answered calmly, moving his bangs out of his face so he could look at you properly, “But I’ll miss you.”
He smiled at this, placing a hand lightly on your cheek, causing you to smile back at him.
“That smile’s worth tha wait.”
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