feral!daryl who has his eyes set on you the minute he walked into Alexandria, not creepily—just curious, observant.
feral!daryl who knows exactly when and where you were looking at him from, he knows when your eyes were on him.
feral!daryl who gifted you a dead possum and gutted it for you and left it on your porch as he watched in a distance to see you enjoying his gift.
feral!daryl who follows you to protect you once you started enjoying his company even though the alexandrians thought he was weird and off-putting.
feral!daryl who looks into your window at night, to see if you’re safely sleeping but instead he found you with your hands in between his legs moaning his name.
feral!daryl who runs into the woods and leaned against a tree as he desperately took his pants out to take out his fat hard cock after seeing you pleasure yourself with him on your mind. he would grunt and growl with nothing but you in his mind.
feral!daryl who starts sniffing you, your hair, your neck when you hug him, he would do it subtly—not in a way that it would seem weird because he was addicted to your scent.
feral!daryl who was so addicted in smelling you as he starts stealing your dirty panties, clothes, anything that would remind him of you.
feral!daryl who sniffed your panties every night, growling into the material as he pumped his cock, cumming to just your scent and your scent alone. now even the smell of your hair gets him hard.
feral!daryl who didn’t get scared when you caught him. instead he told you to run.
feral!daryl who hunted you down in alexandria, seeing your tracks easily for him to follow, almost like you wanted him to find you.
feral!daryl who found you and tied your hands behind your back as he pushed you against the tree because he knows how long you wanted him.
feral!daryl who would kneel, breathing in the musky scent of your pussy as you desperately begged him to do something.
feral!daryl who fucked you hard against the tree, keep grunting in your ear about how you were begging to be bred by him.
feral!daryl who would carry you back to your home taking care of you after he just fucked you so hard you could barely walk.
feral!daryl who would just sit there in between your legs watching the cum inside your pussy drip out because he knows he had marked you as his territory.
Thinking about Daryl being so worked up that he can't even get his pants off. I mean, he definitely tries, hands fumbling indecisively between yanking at his belt and pawing at the button or your pants, but he just can't do it. His thoughts are too fuzzy. The way he wants you is too all consuming. Instead, he wraps you in a bear hug, tucks his head into your neck, and whines as he ruts against you like he might just fuck right through every layer of denim that separates you. He’d beg the whole time. Beg you to help him. Beg you to flip him onto his back and take over because he can't fucking think. Beg you to spare him the embarrassment of cumming in his pants after a few minutes of dry humping like teenagers. Unfortunately for him, you're not about to help him
“Mmm come back here baby girl” Daryl grumbles as he sleepily pulls you back against him when he sleepily realizes in the middle of the night that you’ve slipped away slightly while sleeping. He then nuzzles the crook of your shoulder and places a soft kiss there before sighing and going back to sleep.
Summary: You want to lose your innocence to Daryl - but not the romantic way...
Warnings: MDNI! 18+! SMUT (prey x hunter - it's a agreed-upon agreement and entirely consensual, virginity loss, breeding kink, Reader is a virgin but certainly not a saint, Reader getting handcuffed and blindfolded, slight manhandling, Daryl calling Reader bunny, oral (f) - Daryl is a munch, teasing, dirty talk, handjob, unprotected sex (don't do that), missionary and mating press, no pulling out, slightly rough-ish), established relationship, Daryl being a cutie patootie, mentions of weapons and walkers, thirst? talks of pregnancy, fluff
a/n: Welp... I guess that request just lifted my smut writing skills to a whole new level... Pls be gentle. 🙈 The amount of reaearch I had to do for this... All worth it, I'd say. It was very challenging, but I gave it my all. I truly hope it is to your liking @clussysposts ! 🫶🏻
Huge shout-out goes to @levislolita for supporting me as I wrote this - and for kinda beta-reading it. She was the smut demon sitting on my shoulder, hehe. Thank you, babes! 🫶🏻
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"Ya wanna do wha'?" Daryl asked you already the second time - still blinking and still in disbelief. "You heard me, Dar." The archer blinked, then shook his head. "Yer sum'thin' else woman. Swear 't god."
This hadn't been the first time you had come to your boyfriend with a new 'idea' or crazy suggestion. Whenever it was a run, an escape plan, pastime at home in Alexandria or even home decoration - it was never boring with you. But this... This put everything on a whole new level and admittedly changed the way Daryl saw you - at least a little. He thought he knew you well after almost six months of being your significant other, but the archer had to admit that he was wrong about this.
"'Kay..." He started, "Lemme process this real quick, sunshine..." and took a breath to sort his thoughts. "Jus' 't make sure I get this right... Ya want me 't... hunt ya down like a fuckin' deer, drag ya in a cabin or sum'thin' and..." He had to pause in order to form the right words with a blush already creeping up his face. "Take yer... yer virginity."
You nodded with a big smile and clapped your hands - like a toddler who just solved a puzzle on their own. "Exactly, babe."
Daryl just stared at you for a solid minute and chewed on the inside of his bottom lip. But then...
"Nah," he said; shaking his head. "Why not?" You sighed; already pouting. "Dun wanna hurt ya or sum'thin'. Ya never... a-and I... Nah."
You were still a virgin, yes. That much was true. It took you quite a while to come around and 'confess' to your partner since the archer was your first proper boyfriend - and sex wasn't a topic you both were super confident to talk about. Daryl, though, took it with the utmost respect and gentleness. He never forced you into anything - and never would. You promised to give him your virginity - but he never anticipated that you'd go along and ask him to take it like this.
"You're not gonna hurt me, babe. I promise. We're gonna chose a safe word and all. It's gonna be fine. And hot. And thrilling! Just imagine it!" He scoffed; still not quite convinced. "Told ya I wanted 't do this right... Proper bed 'n all. Romantic shit." "And I told you I don't want romantic shit and not lose it the normal, boring way." Daryl scoffed again. He really wanted to 'do it right' - but if that was what you preferred...
The archer sighed and nodded. "'Kay." You let out an excited squeal and tugged at his biceps; rocking up and down on your heels. "But if somethin' ain't right we're gonna stop right away." You nodded again. "Promise," you smiled and pulled him down for a kiss; saying 'Thank you'.
"Ya really sure ya wanna do it? Yer ready 'n comfortable enough?" Your partner checked in on you once more; wanting to be truly on the safe side. "Yes, babe. One hundred percent sure."
A few days later, a 'plan' was made and a safe word determined, before Daryl would go 'hunting'. The weather was nice. Not too hot, not too cold. Nothing on both your schedules. Daryl gave you a head start, of course. He was a little nervous about this all - but also excited. He couldn't deny that. You were right about this whole scenario. It was kinda hot.
An hour after you left Alexandria, Daryl followed. "Going on a hunt?" Eugene asked the man since he was on guard duty. Daryl adjusted the knives on his belt. No crossbow today, but prepared and armed nevertheless. He gave his friend something close to a nod, "Sum'thin' like that, yeah." stepped out of the gates and left a confused Eugene behind.
Once outside the safety of the walls, the archer scanned his surroundings - and instantly started to track you down.
Let the game begin.
And for Daryl, this game was very easy. He was an excellent tracker. Sure, you didn't really cover your tracks, but still. It wasn't much of a challenge for him. Within about an hour, he had almost caught up to you - and once he did, the fun really began.
You tried to hide from him, of course. Naturally. Your goal was to run from him as long as possible - and the thought was thrilling.
You were hiding behind a thick tree; trying to stay as quiet as possible with your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. Adrenaline. Excitement. Anticipation - of what was to happen.
And Daryl? Daryl was locked in. You had asked for this - and he'd make sure you got what you wanted. He could've sworn he had already smelled you from a few miles away. The sweet scent of your shampoo in combination with the detergent you used. He was like a shark in the ocean... He had smelled blood - and now he was going to bite.
Daryl wetted his lips and once more scanned his surroundings; standing absolutely still and listening to every sound that urged to his ears. The different songs of birds. Bees and gnats humming. Crickets chirping. Luckily no sounds of the undead which roamed the earth.
His senses were sharpened to the brim; waiting for you to make that one mistake. Daryl knew you were close - or well, that he was close. All he needed was a last hint - and in your 'recklessness', you freely gave it to him. Since the woods around you had started to get suspiciously quiet - too quiet, you dared to risk a gaze from behind the safety of the tree which hid you - a mistake. You knew you had fucked up the very moment your eyes met the blue ones of your hunter from a distance.
So you started to run; hoping to be faster than him and able to escape.
And Daryl started to run as well; now truly hunting you down.
You were good. Quick on your feet - but not as fast as Daryl. He picked up his pace; caught up to you within seconds - and before you could even try or react, a strong, thick arm wrapped itself around your waist from behind. "Gotcha, sunshine," Daryl panted in your ear and sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't fight him, of course. Why should you? The hunter had caught his prey successfully.
Exhausted from all the running, your body slumped down - causing the archer's biceps around your body to bulge in order to hold you and let you down gently.
Sure, he helped you live out your sexual fantasy, but that didn't mean he was going to hurt you or let you hurt yourself.
As you laid on the cool forest ground; still catching your breath, Daryl towered over you - and it was without a doubt one of the hottest views you ever had of him - of a man in general. The sun shone from above him; brightening his dark brown curls and creating a halo around his silhouette. Sweat glistened on his biceps and arms. The black shirt with the torn off sleeves tightened around his upper body with each heaving breath he took; making the worn buttons fight for their life. His rugged jeans with the patches was slightly covered in dirt and resin from the hunt; hanging lower on his hips than usual from the running. Piercing blues gazing down at you.
You had always considered Daryl to be nothing but gorgeous and attractive - but this... This was a whole new dimension of sexiness - and the man didn't even try.
You swallowed hard; feeling another wave of arousel strike your core. It was nothing new, but exciting for sure.
"A'right," Daryl started and reached in the back pocket of his jeans to get the small rope he packed. "Time 't take home wha's mine. Caught ya fair 'n square," he stated with the tiniest smirk and crouched down to tie your wrists together with the rope. Work-worn, skilled hands went to work, while you just watched and stared. Fuck.
It got even worse (in the best way) when he also blindfolded you with the red rug he always carried around. Your breath hitched.
"Where are you going to take me?" It was a question fitting for your 'role', but one you truly didn't know the answer to. Finding a fitting place to do those sinful things you both had in mind had been Daryl's task. He knew the woods better than anyone, so... You left it up to him.
"Ya'll see." His deep, gruff voice announced, before he swiftly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. A small queak of surprise left your lips as Daryl manhandled you easily to carry you through the woods to his chosen destination.
Despite the fact that all your senses were sharpened, you trusted Daryl with your life - literally. Blindfolded, handcuffed - easy prey for the dead and the living.
It didn't take Daryl that long to reach his destination - a hidden cabin he had found already months ago and often used as a sleeping accommodation when he was out on a run or hunting. The cabin was secluded and safe - the perfect place outside Alexandria for what Daryl was about to do to you.
Opening the wooden door, he carried you inside, made sure the safety measures applied again - he wouldn't want a walker to stumble in on you, and gently tossed you on the new King-sized mattress the archer had scavenged for the bed inside said cabin. The old one was ratty and quite frankly disgusting. He always preferred to sleep on the floor instead. But not today. Today, Daryl was prepared. He even spread out a freshly washed blanket from home over the bed. Sure, you said you didn't want to lose your virginity the 'romantic' way, but he wouldn't be Daryl if he didn't make sure that you were at least comfortable.
Then he went to untie the rope around your wrists again and take the blindfold off your eyes. You looked around; taking in your environment. You couldn't help it. Since the end of the world, your senses were sharpenend - always checking first if everything was safe. As if being able to read your thoughts, Daryl said: "Dun worry, bunny. Yer safe here. Gonna make sure 'a tha'." He shed all his knives and his angel-winged vest. "Now lemme unwrap my prey, eh?"
That sentence was - again, enough to sent a tingle down your spine.
Completely at his mercy, you let him get rid of all the unnecessary garments hiding your body - except your panties. No beating about the bush. His eyes screamed hunger, but they also held something soft; always making sure you were okay and comfortable.
Your partner admired your body; kissed your lips and every square inch he could reach, before he backed up to unbutton his black shirt and threw it aside. Daryl wasn't comfortable being shirtless around many people. You and Carol were the exception.
You were so entranced by the beauty of the man in front of you - scars and all, that you didn't even notice him stepping closer once more.
Until strong hands wrapped around your thighs - and swiftly pulled you to the edge of the bed with a little squeak leaving your lips.
"D-Dar? What are you up to?" The man looked up at you - darkness and hunger swallowing the blue in his eyes. "Caught 'm prey - only fair 't get a taste of wha's mine," he stated in a husky voice; gently pushing your legs open and keeping his palms splayed on your thighs to keep them open for him. Then he knelt down and bent over to bring his face on eye-level with your already electrified core. "Gonna devour tha' innocent lil' pussy," Daryl whispered in that deep timbre and flicked his tongue over the damp cotton of your panties; inhaling your scent - and you could've sworn that your brain crashed.
Error 404.
His words, that single gesture - it was enough to get your head spinning. A man was about to go down on you for the first time in your life. Daryl was about to go down on you for the first time ever. You'd experience things you never experienced before - and it was thrilling. The anticipation, excitement and arousal was a dangerous cocktail which flooded your veins.
"P-Please," was everything you were able to stammer out.
A little smirk tugged at the archer's lips before he licked over the fabric once again; softly suckling on the cotton - testing, teasing. You bit your lip; eyes not leaving him for even a second. Hell, you weren't even blinking; not wanting to miss a thing.
"Look atcha..." He whispered; gently tugging at your panties, "Barely even touched ya 'n yer already so ready fer me." and nibbling on them. He kept on teasing you for another moment which felt like an eternity and caused your hips to push further into him. "Dar, please..." You whined again - finally wanting to feel more; finally wanting to feel his mouth on you.
"Patience, bunny. Ya waited years fer the right man 't take yer innocence - now ya can wait five minutes longer." His words were firm but also sinful and made you whine again. Fuck. Of course, you were at his mercy and so he kept on teasing you. Biting, nibbling, mouthing at the piece of cotton underwear; driving you crazier with every passing minute.
Lucky for you, Daryl's patience wasn't eternal as well, so at one point his resolve broke as well; the arousal pumping through his veins begging him to finally eat you up like a piece of candy.
Thumbs hooked underneath the fabric and swiftly pulled them over your legs; carelessly throwing the garment aside. Without wasting another second, and before you were even able to comprehend what was going on now, he dove in.
"O-Oh my god," you squeaked out and gripped the blanket beneath you; legs quivering the moment you felt his hot, wet lips and tongue on you - and it was like an entire new world opened up to you. A feeling so intense, you never felt before. Daryl gave you one broad, lingering lick before he pulled away to ask: "Tha' good, bunny?"
A disbelieving, airy laugh slipped past your lips. "A-Are you kidding? D-Dar, it's something I've never felt before!" The archer smiled, "Good." and slightly adjusted his position. "Gonna make it even better for ya. Promise."
And he did keep that promise.
He lapped at you messily like you truly were his last meal; taking every drop of the sweet arousal you gave him. Not even five minutes in, he was nose-deep buried in your heat with your hand in his chestnut brown locks - a gesture that spurred him on even more as you discovered. Daryl growled against you and flicked his tongue faster, before he dipped the muscle inside you - switching between gently tongue-fucking you and suckling on that little sensitive nub.
And that was exactly what catapulted you quickly over the edge. "Fuck, Dar!" You literally cried out; fingers in his curls tightening before your whole body went numb against the bed as searing hot pleasure flooded you. Pleasure so intense you had never felt in your life. Daryl physically had to hold your hips down.
Of course, you had gotten yourself off before. You were a virgin - not a saint, but this... This was an entire new level. Mindblowing. Heart-stopping. You feared for a second that you were going to pass out from the intensity of it all. Daryl had positively catapulted you into another stratosphere - just with his mouth.
The man between your legs was very satisfied with his work and gently guided you through your high before pulling away. You needed a moment to recover; brain rebooting. "Ya good, sunshine?" Daryl's voice got through to you. You gave him a nod. "Ya still wanna keep goin'?" The archer broke his 'role' for a moment; checking in on you. Once again you nodded and added a hoarse, whispered: "Please." "A'right," Daryl said and adjusted his position once again; standing up.
Then you finally focused on your partner again - and his vision sent another delicious tingle straight downtown again. He was a mess. Drool and your sweet release everywhere. On his lips, chin, goatee - and even some on his nose. It almost looked like he had enjoyed this more than you had. Perhaps he did. Who knew?
Daryl's hands on your hips ripped you out of your thoughts again. He was gently pushing you further up the bed again to give him space to kneel on the mattress as well. Then he kissed up your pubic mound, navel and stomach until he reached your chest; shoving his still clothed thighs underneath yours. "Ya gonna lemme fuck ya now, bunny?" He mumbled against your skin and straightened up; watching you nod once again. "Yeah?" Daryl asked once more - to make sure, while letting his hand wander to the bulging front of his jeans. "Y-Yes. Please, Dar." He gave you a nod as well and watched how your gaze got stuck on the hand which rubbed himself over the fabric of his jeans.
Another smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Nah," he announced then; remembering that you had never seen a man's most intimate parts before - in a sexual way. "Gonna let ya feel me first. Ya want tha', bunny?" You absentmindedly licked your lips. The thought alone of feeling him - touching him caused your head to spin. "Y-Yes. Want that." "'Kay," the archer said and unzipped his jeans; making some room. "Gimme yer hand."
You sat up and did what he asked; gave him your hand. Daryl gently took your hand and guided it; slipped it inside his pants to let you feel and rub his hardness. An audible gasp left your lips at the new feeling against your hand. Firm, hot, pulsing flesh - and all just for you. "Feel tha'?" Of course, you could. "'S all for ya, bunny. Got me rock hard since I fuckin' left Alexandria." "Oh yeah?" You whispered and bit your lip while your hand kept on rubbing him. Daryl nodded; hips slightly bucking into your touch. "C-Can I... touch?"
A smile flickered over the archer's face. "'Course, ya can," he stated and instantly shifted to get rid of his pants and boxers. You watched him unpack his package with big, hungry eyes. Of course, you knew how a man's private parts were supposed to look - but you had never seen them in a sexual way. Until now.
And it caused you to gulp.
Daryl was a big boy - everything about him was, and so was his manhood as well. Thick, hot and pulsing; standing tall and proud between his legs. After shedding the rest of his clothes, he returned to his previous position between your legs; of course noticing your gaze on him.
"Whatcha sayin', bunny? All shy now or do ya still wanna touch?" "S-Still wanna touch," you answered right away; totally intrigued and more than excited. "'Kay. Gimme your hand again." You did what he asked and laid your hand in his.
Once again, Daryl guided your palm - but this time, he did something you hadn't seen coming. Something filthy - in the hottest way possible. He let some spit drool on your palm - for lubrication, and wrapped it around his length. You gasped at the feeling. He gently moved your closed fingers then up and down; letting you feel and explore. Once more you bit your lip; feeling him hot and heavy in your palm. You kept up the movements - even when Daryl's hand had already slackened around yours and fallen to your thigh. "Ya like tha', bunny? Rubbin' tha' dick? Givin' me a handjob?" You nodded; licking your lips.
"D-Do you like it? Am I doing this right?" Daryl softly squeezed the flesh of your thigh in return. "Yer doin' perfect. 'S real good." You smiled; satisfied and proud of yourself. After a long moment - when you gained a little more confidence, you increased the pace and even squeezed him gently from time to time, which caused the man's eyes to slip shut and a deep growl to fall from his lips.
Then your hand stopped - and Daryl reopened his eyes again to meet your gaze. "Do you... want to teach me how to... go down on you?" Daryl groaned again at your words. The mere thought of your mouth on him... Jesus Christ. But then again...
The archer shook his head, "Nah." and gently pried your hand away from his dick. "'M gonna show ya another time. This is 'bout ya. Not me," Daryl stated firmly and adjusted his position again; lining his hips up with yours.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him against you. Oh my gosh... This was real - and it was about to happen. "O-Okay," you stammered; anticipation but also slight nervousness flooding your veins. You trusted Daryl. Fully. But you couldn't help but feel your nevers a little.
The man nodded, "'N now relax." and trapped his cock between your folds. "Jus' feel." He pressed it down and moved his hips to let it glide through your slit; repeatedly bumping your little bundle of nerves. Daryl wanted to just let you adjust to the feeling and also lube himself up - making things easier. You moaned; legs twitching. Yet another sensation you hadn't felt before in your life.
The archer grinned as he felt you instinctively move your hips with his; wanting and creating more friction. "Feelin' good, bunny? Yer pussy likin' this dick, eh?" You nodded vehemently; eyes closed. He smirked again, then pulled back a little further to nudge the tip against your entrance. You gasped and literally froze; hand reaching out to grip his forearm. "D-Dar..." "Ya ready, bunny?" You nodded. "Y-Yes. Just go slow, p-please."
For a moment, Daryl's entire body language and expression shifted. "'O course, sunshine. I got ya," he said in a gentle voice - slipping from his 'role' once more. He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and steady himself properly. Then he lined himself up and slowly, carefully slipped inside you - inch after inch.
You would've lied if you said it didn't feel uncomfortable at first or even hurt a little, 'cause it was. Weird, strange - again, a whole new feeling. Once more, your breath hitched in your throat as a burning sensation spread from between your legs throughout your core. "D-Dar..." "I know, I know, 'm almost in. Doin' so good fer me, bunny," your partner whispered in a raspy voice; soothing and praising you simultaneously. "'K-Kay..."
While you clearly struggled a little to take him, Daryl had a very hard time holding himself back. He would, of course, because he didn't want to hurt you - but it took all his willpower to hold his primal instincts back. You were so tight and wet and warm - absolutely unfair. And watching you trying to swallow him whole wasn't helping as well.
With a last shift of his hips, he was buried inside you; giving you a moment to adjust and himself the opportunity to get his act together again. "'M in, bunny. Ya good?" He breathed; wanting to check in on you.
"Y-Yes, just feels... strange a-and... full." Daryl felt himself twitch at the word 'full'. Yeah, that was the point, right? "Yer gonna get used 't it. Promise. Gonna take real good 'a ya - 'n this pussy. She's mine now, after all. Claimed 'er fair 'n square." "A-All yours," you confirmed; taking deep, shaky breaths.
Another small smirk darted across his face at your words. "Tha's right. All mine," he whispered darkly and gave you an experimental thrust; slowly returning into his 'predator role'. You squeaked up - more in surprise than discomfort, but still; eyes fluttering at the sudden friction. After testing the waters, Daryl picked up a proper rhythm - slow but deep; starting out with missionary. The archer figured that this was probably the best position for your introduction into the world of sex.
Daryl's eyes were stuck on you; watching you intensely as he fucked you slow. "Feels good, bunny?" You nodded; biting your lip and fisting the blanket beneath you. "Uh.Huh. S-So good." Daryl's chest swelled with pride and he picked up the pace a little before he adjusted his hands; no longer pressing them against the mattress beneath him but rather gripping your hips. He straightened up a little to be more upright and get a better look at the delicious view of where your bodies were connected.
"Look atcha, bunny," he almost growled; watching his dick repeatedly slip in and out of you. "Pussy takin' me so good. Was made fer me." You moaned at the praise - borderline obscene, which got Daryl smiling boyish in return again; satisfied and happy that he was apparently doing his job right.
"Tha's how ya imagined this, bunny?" Daryl asked after quite a few thrusts; slightly out of breath. "Y-Yes, but..." You stammered out with a whine. It was hard to concentrate on words when your boyfriend did such sinful things to you.
"But what, bunny, huh? Use yer words. C'mon," he whispered and delivered a particular deep thrust which shortly knocked the air out of your lungs and totally threw you off track for a moment.
"M-More," you mumbled then; brain foggy with pleasure. "W-Want... more." Your words caused the archer to stop dead in his movements. He blinked and looked down at you through hazy eyes. "More? Ya want more?" You nodded; biting your lip.
And that was the moment Daryl entirely lost his composure. He had tried to hold back and keep things gentle for you and here you were now, telling him to give you more. His eyes darkened, "Ya want more?" as he adjusted his position between your legs. "Fine. 'M givin' ya more."
Daryl roughly lifted your legs up and pushed them back against your shoulders; gaining more leverage and switching into the mating press position. "Gonna give ya everything, bunny. More than ya can take," he growled lowly and started to thrust again. Hard, deep, quick; literally fucking you into the mattress. "O-Oh my god," you sobbed in pleasure; gripping his sweaty biceps tightly - nails digging into the muscular skin with your mouth hanging open in pleasure.
Nothing could be heard except your airy moans, skin slapping obscenely against skin and the occasional creaking of the bed beneath you.
"Tha' better, bunny, eh?" "F-Fuck, yes!" You cried out; holding onto him for dear life. "W-Want all of you, D-Dar!"
You words sparked something deep inside him. Something primal, dark and hidden. He was already lost in you. In the feeling of you wrapped around him, but this... This cut the last cord he had been holding on to. It brought him dangerously close to his high.
"Gonna give ya all 'a me, bunny," he growled again. "Gonna get my load." Thrust. "Gonna cum so deep inside ya." Thrust. "Ain't gonna pull out." Thrust. "Dun care if I get ya pregnant." Thrust. "Gonna look good carryin' my baby- Christ!" One more powerful thrust was enough to tip Daryl over the edge. "Hng," he stilled; feeling himself twitch and contract - breath stuttering.
And like he promised, he didn't pull out.
Then he collapsed beside you - careful not to crash you; totally spent, just like you.
Once the haze had cleared a little from his brain, he swiftly turned to face you again. "Ya okay, sunshine?" Daryl asked gently, while gently rubbing your upper arm. Predator mode entirely forgotten.
All you could do was nod; staring at the ceiling. "Wow... That... That was... wow." You couldn't find the words. What you just experienced had absolutely blown your mind - in the best way possible.
A little, proud and cute smile tugged at your partner's lips. "Tha' how ya wanted yer first time 't go? Did I, uh, do it right?" You giggled and turned to face him as well before snuggling against his bare chest. "More than right, Dar. It was perfect." The archer embraced you and reached for the second blanket he had brought here to cover the both of you up.
"Ya, uh, ya think I really got ya pregnant now?" Daryl whispered after a long moment of silence. "Nah," you said; shaking your head. "Think we're good, babe. One time won't hurt."
Well...
Turned out it did.
Exactly fourteen months later, Daryl found himself sitting on the porch of your little house in Alexandria - with a small baby girl sleeping snugly on his arm; tiny cheek squashed against his biceps. Yeah. One 'slip-up' had truly been enough. Your first time with Daryl - and it instantly managed to create a little miracle.
With literal heart eyes, the archer watched his daughter sleep and drool over the muscular skin. "There are you two," you said in a gentle voice and joined your family on the porch with a smile. Daryl's eyes lifted to meet yours. "Should've told ya we'd be out here," he answered; shifting a little to make room for you. You instantly shook your head, "No, no, it's okay. I'm just glad she's asleep now." and sat down beside your partner. The archer gave you a small nod and picked up the tasked at hand again - watching over his daughter.
"We created that..." He whispered then after a long beat of silence; voice slightly strained. Your mind travelled back in time at his words - to the very day you lost your innocence to Daryl. The day you literally became entirely his. "Yeah...," you whispered back; smiling and running a finger through the tiny dark-ish curls of fuzz on the baby's head. "We did. And I don't regret anything."
c.ws ⠀ⵗ⠀ mdni ! explicit sexual content , porn without plot , unprotected piv , creaming , creampies , body fluids , established relationship , cowgirl , dom!daryl , kind of mean , season 3 daryl , oral (m. and f. receiving) , gagging , choking , faint knife usage , mating press , breeding , fingering , multiple orgasms , intentional lowercase , semi proofread
w.c : 3.9k words | setting : season 3 | pairing : fem! reader
notes : this is my first time ever writing smut so pls be nice <3 had to share the daryl dixon love :3 !!
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the prison was quiet, except for the sound of rustling in the cell on the top left corner. the sound of a metal hitting as the man hovered over you fumbled with his jeans, cussing to himself as he hurriedly unfastened his belt buckle, placing it on the table near you with a grunt. both of your shoes already long forgotten somewhere in the confined space. the only thing separating you both from everyone were the cement walls and the thin curtain you both had hung up when you occupied the room.
your body was pressed against the old cot and his well built figure as your fingers worked to quickly unbutton the sleeveless shirt he wore, following his vest that was already discarded to the side in a soon to grow pile on the floor.
both of his legs encased your legs, keeping you pinned under him as he kicked off the old jeans they wore. you mewled as your hands found the base of his neck, pulling lightly as the tuffs of hair.
desperate. you both were so desperate.
rough, calloused hands grabbed your side, nails embedding into your skin with a faint whine escaping your lips. finally he leaned back in, connecting his lips against yours, tongue prodding into your mouth as he grunted, his saliva tangling in with yours. his hands on your sides moving up as down, caressing your skin through the thin fabric you wore.
it wasn’t until his lips trailed down your jaw, to a small patch of skin on your neck did you remember you could speak. “d-daryl.” you softly gasped out his name, hands moving to clutch onto his arms, gripping onto his bicep.
the muscle of his arm flexing under your grip from all those days he spent out of the prison. hunting for food, killing walkers, and even when he somehow ended up being put on weed duty. sun tanned skin caging you under him, making you feel like prey that had just been caught.
he grunted from where his lips stayed licking at your skin. he bit at your skin, licking where his teeth had dug in, taunting where red marks on your shoulder would bloom.
your hips buckled against his, the heat at your core causing you to buckle from your own actions, almost like a virgin.
his body moved in response, his hips trailing after yours as the bulge in his boxers pressed against where you knew a wet patch was forming on your panties.
a moan left your lips as your clutched onto him, before you were shoved back, his hand slapping over your mouth almost roughly. “quiet woman. you trying to get us caught?” daryl grunted into your ear, staring down at you.
his hips continued to grind against yours, almost like he was daring you to make a peep. “lets get you out of these.” he said tugging at the jeans that blocked him from reaching you.
your hands mindlessly moved to work at the button of your jeans, only for a slap to stop you as daryl stared down at you. “down, woman.” he told you making you stare up at him with a soft whine.
you yanked off his hand covering your mouth. “daryl, what the fuck. we ain’t got all day.” you ushered at him, trying to reach for your pants again.
one of his hands quickly worked to move your hands away from you. “you don’t think i know that. not a lot of time till everyone gets up so keep quiet.”
his hands moved to the small table next to the rundown cot, pulling out his knife, the sheath tauntingly tapping at your skin.
“i don’t think you need these anymore anyways.” before you could protest, daryl worked quickly to cut away at the jeans, a long slit forming as part of your skin showed exposed, his eyes flickering over the sight before continuing on the other side.
you thought of yelling at him but he was faster, he always was, as he pulled at the pieces of jean that were left and threw them to the side, the rough pad of his fingers finding the wet patch of your underwear, pressing just right on your clit.
“damn woman, look at you. all wet already like a whore on the street. you gonna start humping my foot next or what?” he asked you, a taunting smirk on his lips as he softly moved his fingers against you. your hips thrusting up in response.
“fuck you daryl.” you grunted up at him, frustrated at all his damn teasing and taunting.
he licked his lips, his fingers playing with the fabric now as a scowl found his face, before slipping his fingers past the fabric and roughly shoving a digit into your slick hole. “you’re about to.” he grunted.
you gasped out loud, his mouth slamming into yours as he kissed you hard, the roughness of his lips against yours for sure to leave them swollen after the events of tonight.
his finger worked at you, pumping in and out of you almost rudely, angrily fucking into you with barely any preparation. “play nice or i’m just gonna leave you high and dry.” he whispered into your ear, not without biting it.
you wanted to fight back, hit him a bit but you were too desperate, choosing to behave instead. “thatta girl, be nice and you’ll get what you want.” he whispered to you, finally pushing another digit in you.
both fingers worked at you, loosening you up as he stretched you out, the sound of you wet cunt like music to his ears.
you could only pant, your hand covering your own mouth as your eyes stayed shut from the pleasure.
suddenly he stopped, making you whine out as his free hand moved to grab at your jaw almost roughly. “you want me to fuck you, you stay looking at me.” he told you harshly, his hand lightly slapping at your cheek.
“got it?” you rapidly nodded, making him smile. “atta girl, thats what i like to see.”
and just like he promised, his fingers kept pumping in you, his thumb moving to work at your clit. your back arching at the zap of pleasure you felt, your hands moving to wrap around daryl’s neck, pulling him back into you as his fingers kept working you up.
he chuckled lightly against you. “like a damn bitch in heat.” he laughed even more when he felt you trying to fuck yourself against his fingers.
“what baby? not good enough for you? you wanna cum for me?” he told you, his fingers moving faster, pressing against you just right as you nodded rapidly. “come on then baby, cum for me.”
and almost like he willed your orgasm from you like a command, your body seized up, your pretty pussy clenching around him as you came around his fingers.
you head fell back with a airy moan, trying your best to be quiet while the others rested. “f-fuck.” you gasped out, yanking at the roots of his hair, making him grunt. he loved when you got a little rough by accident.
you chest rose up in heavy breaths as you looked up to stare at daryl. feeling you looking at him, he gave you a mischievous smile, his fingers pulling out of you with a squelch.
your face heated up as he brought his fingers to his lips, shoving them past his lips as he licked off the taste of your cunt. his fingers splitting as he sensually licked between them, almost pornographic. “oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. think i need another taste.”
suddenly, rough hands gripped at your ankles, yanking you forwards as daryl brought you closer. a startled gasp escaped you, trying to move to sit up at the unexpected action. “daryl-” you moved to speak, only for him to look at you angrily, snapping at you.
“shut it woman, i want a taste. i got ya all night, ya aint goin’ nowhere.” he huffed out, pushing you back as you body connected with the bed. he worked with haste as he tugged off your panties, throwing them besides him.
his hands found your hips, tugging you even more closer to him. he sat on his knees, making quick work of you as he threw your legs over his shoulders, your lower body in the air with your pussy lifted right to his face, your arms moved to support yourself, the only thing keeping you rooted to the bed was your shoulders and head.
daryl groaned at the sight, the sight of your bush making his hips buck up slightly into the air. you were embarrassed but grooming habits were out the window once the apocalypse hit.
“lucky me.” he mumbled out, the sight of you so natural, it was heavenly. much better than the hairless women he’d find on magazines merle hid under his bed. something about you with hair, god fuck it made him drool at the sight.
“you look good like this.” he cracked out. “just gonna have a taste.” his mouth attached itself to your core, licking at you like a starving man.
your eyes rolled back slightly, hands gripped at the worn out sheets under you as his hands roughly moved to squeeze at your thighs, holding you in place as you squirmed from the pleasure.
daryl licked at you with intense fervor, his eyes closing shut as he savored the taste of you against his tongue, lapping up at the mess you had made when he fingered you.
you moaned as he switched between sucking at your clit and licking at it almost angrily. you whined at the sensation, a little too loud for his liking as he separated for a second to speak. “keep the noise down, pretty girl. you're too loud.”
you nodded at him, desperate for him to continue. “i don’t believe you.” you wanted to fight back but one of his hands moved to his side, picking up your panties he removed earlier, only for him to ball them up.
“cant risk you waking everyone up.” he whispered at you, before lifting the fabric to your lips. “open.” you hesitantly parted your lips, the fabric roughly being shoved in as he gagged you with the fabric. only for him to pat the side of your face mockingly. “good girl.”
your body jolted as he went back to eating you out, his tongue moving to prod your entrance, teasingly slipping in as he tasted you with a groan. his nose rubbing against your clit, making you shake from the sensation as he devoured you.
your body shook, your orgasm building up as you instinctively tried to pull away from the sensation, your clit feeling overstimulated as you let out muffled whines.
knowing you were close, so close to orgasming again, daryl pulled away just as you felt the heat in your core about to snap. your eyes widened at the feeling of your pleasure being denied, looking up at him in shock, tears welling in your eyes.
“come on, you really think i was just gonna give you another free one. you gotta work for it.” he taunted at you, putting your body down as he moved away, getting up as he now stood in front of the bed. “come on woman, said you gotta work for it.”
he sneered at you, his hand snapping forward to grab your upper arm, roughly pulling you off the bed towards him. “come on baby, gotta work me up a bit if you wanna feel good again.” his gestured to the ground, a mean smile on his face.
you stared up at him, still in a somewhat daze at the feeling of being pulled to stand quickly. daryl’s hand grabbing your jaw, his fingers squishing your face, pulling out the fabric out of your mouth. “you gonna suck me off or do i gotta leave you here alone?”
you responded back, a faint ‘yes’ leaving your lips as he let go of your face, your knees sinking to the floor as you kneeled in front of him, his boxers now in front of you.
“go on.” he ushered you on, your hands moving to grab at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as he was stripped off the last layer of clothing. you gulped at the sight of his cock, already standing tall as his hand moved to wrap around it, pumping it a couple times, before moving forward, the thick head of his cock meeting your lips.
“open, think you need to use this mouth of yours a little bit.” he grunted out, watching as your tongue slipped out for him, letting him tap it a couple times, the taste of pre cum hitting your tongue before opening your mouth for him.
his free hand grabbed at the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair as pulled you forward, pushing his dick into your mouth almost roughly.
you held back a whine at the feeling of it hitting the back of your throat, your cheeks hollowing out as you breathed from your nose, letting him move your head back and forth, using you for his pleasure.
he grinned at the sight, watching you with admiration as his thrust sped up a bit, the feeling of your saliva and spit wrapping around him making his head fall back slightly, his pace never faltering.
your hips bucked against the floor, your hand moving to touch your core, working your fingers at your clit as you moaned. the vibration of you moaning making him jerk his hips a little too harshly than he meant to.
“sorry baby, just feels so good.” he grunted out, pushing himself even more closer, making your body move backward before falling back, your head hitting the frame of the bed, daryl following suit as he kept thrusting into your mouth.
his hands found the mattress of the bed as he basically cornered you against the bed frame, your head repeatedly bumping into the framing of the bed as his hips rammed into you, his cock gagging you.
“oh fuck, come on baby, just a little more.” he grunted at you, roughly thrusting into your mouth with erratic jerks of his hips. with one last harsh jerk, a strangled moan left his lips, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat as you hurriedly swallowed.
“oh now youre just teasing me woman. you like my cum that much, huh? think i need to give you a little more than.” the sight of you savoring what he had to offer was like a switch being flicked, blood flushing towards his dick, ready to fuck you silly.
his body hunched over, his hands wrapping around you as he lifted you from the floor with ease, before lifting your body off of the floor, your legs shaky from kneeling down for a while.
his body moved onto the bed, his back leaning against the wall, his feet off the bed as they touched the floor. “come here baby.” you wobbled over to him, moving to lean against him, his lips connecting with yours as the taste of each other blended with your tongues. his hands ran up your sides, finally getting rid of the shirt you had on, your breasts already bare without a bra on.
he whistled at the sight. “nasty girl aint ya? no bra on or nothing.” you lightly hit him. “oh shut it, you like it.” you retorted back, making him chuckle. “oh i do, i like these tits of yours a lot.”
his hands connected with your breast, squishing them softly. “pretty tits. feel bad for all the bastards who’ll never get a chance to touch these.”
oh but you both knew he didn’t feel bad. he was not keen on the idea of sharing at all. and the way his dick throbbed between you both was enough of an answer.
“come here. ride me baby.” he commanded, his hands finding your hips as your legs sat on each side of his, framing him. you body hovering over his as he lined the tip of his dick against your entrance.
“go on. take a seat.” he teased as he pushed you down, the thick head of his cock pushing past your folds as you moaned at the way it stretched you out.
your body folded over his but he didnt care, his hand roughly grabbing your ass as he pushed you all the way down to the base of his cock. his hands kneading at you, before slowly lifting you up, only to push you back down.
you moaned, his hands creating a slow pace to get you used to his size. “should’ve stretched you out a lil more. tight ass pussy.” he said with a slap to your ass. “show me you want it girl. fuck yourself on me.”
his hands let go of you, placing them down to his side as he looked at you, sharp eyes watching you.
slowly, your body lifted up, only to slide yourself back down on his length. soft breaths leaving you as you mewled at the feeling. the feeling of his cock hitting you just right, urging you to pick up the pace.
almost pathetically, you bounced on his cock, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as you tried your best to pick up the pace.
daryl could only watch at the sight, watching you miserably fail to go up and down his length at the speed you wanted. your hands pawed at his chest, soft whines leaving your lips.
“daryl please.” you whined, begging him to help you. he could only look at you, acting innocent as he watched you. “please what woman. i don’t know what you want.”
you cried out softly. “daryl!” you whispered out with a pout. “just gotta tell me what you want baby.” he told you, his hand moving to teasingly play with a strand of your hair. “so what do you want?”
“please daryl, need help. need you to fuck me. please.” you pleaded, still pathetically trying to speed up your pace. “see was that so hard to do? want me to help this pretty pussy?” he taunted, his hips slightly raising up rudely.
you nodded, crying out a ‘please’. he could only smile at you. “okay, since you asked so nicely.” before you could thank him, his hands roughly grabbed at your waist, before lifting you up and slamming you down onto him. his feet planting against the ground as he raised his hips into the air, angling himself. “you can take it, sweet girl.”
he kept up this relentless pace, bouncing you against his cock, the feeling of your wet walls tightening around him making him grunt. his cock bullying into you as you babbled out thank yous.
he could only chuckle at the sight, pulling you closer as his head found the space in your neck, sucking at your flesh, leaving hickeys for you to deal with the next day. he didn’t care though, not like there was much to care about with the end of the world here.
he snapped out of his thoughts when he felt your fingers find his back, scratching at his skin. a hiss escaped his lips at the feeling, your fingers touching at the scars on his back, almost like a silent apology for hurting him more.
his hands on your waist suddenly raised you as he picked you up, slamming your back flat against the bed, his hips slamming into you as he pushed your thighs as back as he could, roughly thrusting into you. the feeling of your pussy pulling him even more, trying to suck him dry.
“fuck. come on baby, keep taking me like that.” he panted out above you, his thrust getting rougher as you felt his cock press against your core, repeatedly hitting the spot just right. one of his arms moved forward, roughly wrapping around your neck as he applied pressure, grinning at the sight of you.
it was too much. the way he had you caged in, pressing you roughly into the cot. the way his hips slammed into you, leaving your clit sensitive at the way it rubbed against his happy trail. his hand around you neck causing you to feel lightheaded, your eyes rolling back as saliva pooled at the corner of your lips.
“gonna ruin you for the next man. gonna fuck a baby into this pretty pussy.” suddenly he felt you get wetter, his dick squelching with each thrust. your arms wrapping around his muscular frame, clinging onto him.
daryl could only grin. “youd like that wouldnt you? the way shes gripping onto me, i think you like it.” he whispered into your ear, making you nod weakly before he finally released your neck.
“don’t worry baby, gonna get you nice and round for me. make sure it takes. gotta breed this pussy for being so good for me.” and just like that, the tightness in your stomach snapped, your orgasm hitting you once again as you coated his dick. the feeling too much even for daryl as he moaned, following suit as a thick load coated your insides.
your orgasms mixing as it spilled out of you once he finally pulled out. his fingers moving to push it back in, before moving to help you slip back on your panties causing you to twitch at the feeling. your pussy puffy from the abuse. “did so good baby.” he told you, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.
you laughed weakly under him, your hand moving to push your hair away from your face as daryl leaned back, pulling you up, his arms wrapping around you. “im never letting you fuck me again after a rough day. think you bruised my insides, dixon.” you hissed at him playfully, making him chuckle.
“sorry sweets, just needed to blow off some steam. i hope i didnt hurt you too much.” he told you as he moved to softly rub at your back.
“blow off some steam my ass. im gonna have bruises from you manhandling me.” you playfully hit his chest, only to go back and gently trace the tattoo on his chest.
“you werent complaining much when i was fucking you though.” he retorted back, making you get flustered. “touche… but next time im in control.” a pout and pleading eyes looked up at him.
he groaned at the sight, trying to look away but your face only followed his until he gave in. “okay jeez woman. but be gentle with your old man. you power trip when im too nice to you. last time i thought you were gonna eat me alive.”
the both of you looked at each other, you glaring at him while he stared you down, only for you to both end up laughing at his words. “fine! ill be gentle with your old ass.”
he smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, making you smile back at his gentleness.
the room was quiet. the two of you enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. “i love you woman.” daryl suddenly admitted, making you feel shy. “love you too mr. dixon.” you said with a kiss to his lip, which he gently returned. “good to know, mrs. dixon.”
◇ The morning light filtering through the window would wake you first, carrying with it the scent of wet earth from rain that had fallen sometime during the night. You'd roll over, an arm still draped around your waist, and a smile would settle on your lips at the sight of the man sleeping beside you. His brow was relaxed, his mouth slightly parted, and the soft, gruff snoring you'd grown to prefer over silence filled the room. You'd rub the sleep from your eyes before reaching up to cup his cheek, careful not to stir him awake. It was still early, and if anyone deserved to sleep in, it was Daryl. Your palm met the warmth of his face, the familiar scrape of scruff against your skin, and for a moment, you simply stayed there, quietly admiring the rare peace that sleep brought him. He stirred awake slowly, feeling your eyes on him before he ever opened his own.
Watchin' me sleep again, ya creep?
Don't ruin the moment, jerk
◇ Daryl wasn't much of a cook, but if there were a few things he knew how to make, it was jerky, moonshine, and most importantly, pancakes. You'd shuffle into the small kitchen in your socks, drawn awake by the buttery smell long before the coffee finished brewing. His back would be turned to you, shirtless, scarred, standing over a cast-iron skillet as the batter hissed the moment it met the hot surface. He knew exactly how you liked them—crisp around the edges and drowning in maple syrup he'd tapped and boiled down himself from the trees surrounding the land. You'd climb onto one of the kitchen chairs, tucking your legs beneath you as his shirt hung loosely over your frame. Resting your chin in your hand, you'd watch him work before breaking the comfortable silence.
Whatcha cooking, good looking?
He would only huff and shake his head.
◇ Most mornings, you'd wake to the comforting weight of Daryl beside you. But on the rare occasions he had to leave early with the group for supply exchanges or patrols, the bed would be empty by the time you opened your eyes. Sometimes, in his place, you'd find a note resting on the pillow, his handwriting messy and nearly illegible to anyone but you, telling you to stay safe. When the moment called for a little more sentiment, he'd leave behind a freshly picked flower, morning dew still clinging to its petals, a reminder that he would always make it back to you. And every year, without fail, you'd wake to a gift. Never wrapped neatly, never anything extravagant, but always thoughtful. When Daryl struggled to put his feelings into words, he never failed to show them with gifts.
◇ Even though you were both hermits by nature, living quietly on the outskirts of the gated community, Sunday mornings were different. Every week, when the Commonwealth market was in full bloom, you would make the trip together. Colorful tents lined the streets, vendors displaying handmade or scavenged goods. Daryl always kept a small wad of currency tucked in his pocket while you carried a basket filled with homemade goodies: fresh bread, preserves, and bottles of wine you had made yourself for trade. Daryl made sure they gave you what they were worth. He had a way of haggling without ever needing so much as a grunt. When a vendor once questioned whether your homemade wine was a fair trade for a silk scarf, Daryl had only folded his arms and waited, because intimidation sometimes worked better than charm.
Looks real pretty on ya, sweetheart
Everything in between
¤ Somewhere during the day, between chores and the endless work of keeping the cabin running, Daryl would sometimes disappear for a while. You would find him lying on a patch of moss beneath the open sky, one arm folded beneath his head, his crossbow resting nearby. For once, there was no tension in his shoulders, no guarded look in his eyes. Just Daryl, watching the clouds drift lazily overhead. Every now and then, he would tip his chin toward one, pointing out a shape hidden in the sea of white.
That one. Tell me that ain't somethin'
That doesn't look like a fox
Ya blind? Look at it. Got a tail 'n everythin'
¤ Around midday, when the sun sat high above the pines, a familiar face would usually stop by the cabin—sometimes to share news, sometimes to borrow or return equipment, and sometimes simply to see how the two of you were doing. Carol often arrived with a tin of homemade cookies and a pocketful of interesting stories she insisted weren't gossip, no matter how much Daryl claimed otherwise. Eugene would occasionally return a book you'd lent him, usually something about extraterrestrials, time travel, or a mystery with so many twists that not even he saw the ending coming.
I married a dork
Say that again, Daryl, I dare you
Once his responsibilities were finally out of the way, even Rick would stop by as well. He'd knock on the front door, and the moment you opened it, the warm scent of something baking would drift out into the yard. Before he could step inside, you'd remind him to leave his boots at the door, making Rick glance at Daryl, who'd simply shrug from somewhere behind you. Around your cabin, muddy boots didn't make it past the threshold, and even Rick had learned not to argue with the house rules.
Jus' listen t'her. It's strict 'round here
¤ In their home, clocks were mostly decoration. Time was measured differently there. It was the rhythm of daily habits, the familiar sounds and routines, that told him what hour it was. He would get lost in a task for hours, like the damn pickup he'd challenged himself to fix, grease streaked across his hands and brow, completely unaware of how much time had passed. Then he'd hear the familiar footsteps rounding the cabin. You would appear carrying a tray with two mugs and freshly baked sourdough bread with rosemary on top. The scent would reach him before you did—the sweetness of honey, the brightness of citrus peel, the warmth of butter melting into yellow puddles over the crust. Daryl would look up from the engine, blinking like he'd been pulled out of another world.
Three already?
Mhmm. Come sit with me
¤ With the sun setting, the sky painted in shades of pink and lavender through the pine trees, you loved taking evening walks behind the cabin to the creek. Hand in hand, the two of you would wander down the familiar path until you reached that little piece of heaven. The water stayed warm from the day's sun, shimmering beneath the fading light as fireflies began to drift through the trees. You'd slip off your shoes while Daryl tugged off his boots, both of you rolling up your pant legs before settling on the edge of the old wooden plank, your feet sinking into the gentle current.
Wanna go skinny dipping?
I'm an old man. Ya tryin'ta kill me, woman?
Nights
☆ When the summer nights came, you'd trade Daryl's shirts for wearing nothing at all, leaving the bedroom windows open in hopes of catching a breeze. As much as you loved cuddling, your husband ran hot, and while you appreciated his warmth during the winter, the last thing you wanted in the thick Southern heat was skin against skin. You kicked lightly at his ribs whenever he crossed the invisible line you'd drawn down the middle of the linen blanket. He crossed it anyway, too stubborn to sleep any way but the one he knew. One arm slipped around your waist, pulling you in until your back rested against his chest.
It's too hot
Don' care
☆ First came the curtains. Then the framed pictures on the walls. Flowers found their way onto every spare surface. Little by little, the cabin became a home—a museum of everything you loved instead of a shelter filled only with what you could carry on your back and what you needed to survive. You came home from a quick trip to see Carol to find Daryl kneeling beneath the electric panel, busy fastening something. A television. Old. Bulky. Perfect. He looked over his shoulder, wiping his hands on his jeans.
Now ya can watch them movies ya keep bringin' back from the market bins
Friday nights now ended with a movie on the couch. Your legs sprawled across his lap while the television flickered to life. If you sat close enough, the static danced across your arms until the tiny hairs stood on end. Half the time the picture rolled, the sound crackled, or the screen threatened to give out altogether, but neither of you cared.
Let's watch this one
Ain't doin' no romance
Daryl would fall asleep before the movie ended every time.
☆ It didn't matter how much time had passed or how good the day had been before he settled beneath the covers—the nightmares never left him for long. They startled him awake, his hand reaching through the darkness for you, just to make sure you were still there, still in one piece. You'd hush him back to sleep more out of instinct than thought, still caught somewhere between sleeping and waking. You'd kiss his temple and whisper that you were alright. Sometimes that was enough to lull him back to sleep. Other nights, he'd slip out of bed to check the latches on every door, even though he'd already done it during his nightly walk around the cabin. He'd step onto the porch and stare into the dark woods as though daring whatever figment lurked there to come any closer. You'd join him eventually, sitting shoulder to shoulder in the quiet, waiting for the sunrise. Only then would his shoulders drop.
☆ It was another ritual of yours to save the ending of a book for bedtime. Good, bad, or open to interpretation, it always had to wait until the stars came out and the crickets began their nightly song. Daryl would watch you, his head propped on one hand, studying your face as your expression shifted from concern to relief, from quiet smiles to wide-eyed gasps. He never needed to read the last page himself. The way you closed the book told him everything. A quick snap of the cover meant the ending hadn't earned your approval. Dog-earing the corner of the page meant it was so good you'd be reading it again by morning. He'd ask how it was with nothing more than a low grunt, and once you started talking, the words never seemed to end.
Other nights, the routine got in the way. He'd decide he'd rather have your attention than share it with a few hundred pages. As your eyes drifted from line to line, his hand reached for the book instead. You huffed and tried to pull it back, but whatever protest you had dissolved the moment his lips brushed the curve of your throat.
Want ya, sweetheart
And you want him too, always.
Note: I love, LOVE domestic Daryl. I yearn for the cabin life. I liked doing them in this format more, fleshing out a few headcanons instead of listing multiple short ones. Finished this in the midst of editing some angst just to lift my spirit. Didn't work.
This work of fiction was written while listening to...
andulkaphoto
areudirty
titsay
prguitarman
jacobvanloon
yousharknotpass
amandla
dailybridgerton
