Daryl Dixon ⢠She/Her Pronouns ⢠Impatience is real. Stubbornness as well. Daryl just wished he took the damn thing from you before you decided to let your one brain cell act impulsively ⢠SFW/NSFW - Implied smut / Nudity ⢠TW: Minor Injury
Daryl wanted to test his bike out before going on recruitment runs with Aaron. He trusted his build enough to have to girl test it out with him. Y/N always loved the motorcycle rides they went on back during their prison days so she wasnāt turning this down.
āYea ready?ā The archer watches his girl step out of the house they were given in one of the town house strip.
āYup! I didnāt really bring much. Think we can find some things while weāre out?ā
āIf we run into a place, yeah. But thought weād enjoy a quick rideā
āOh well. We are in the wrong placeā¦ā Y/N smirks swaying in a playful manner making her partnerās face turn best red instantly.
āYou love meā She smiles bringing herself close and kissing Daryl feeling his arm wrap around her with his hand trailing down. āMmmā¦ā she hums against his lips before parting. āMaybe I can go for a ride laterā
āMm. If the bike doesnāt take us out out thereā Daryl chuckles lightly feeling her lips return to his for one more kiss before finally getting on his bike.
After Abraham let the two out of the community, the ride went smoothly. Daryl did a good job with building this bike and he was enjoying himself that he got to do something he enjoyed in the old worldā¦and with his girl.
The two stopped at a small strip and rummaged through some of the stores as Y/N found herself in a small convenience store. Daryl stood outside lighting himself a cigarette and keeping an eye out for anything while she went through it. He dropped the cig when he heard her scream inside.
Daryl quickly ran over to Y/N seeing her hold up a jar of peanut butter which made his annoyance show instantly.
āBitch. Itās the creamy kind too. Not the gross crunchy one you found last weekā
āThe things I do to satisfy my girl and she disses itā Daryl scoffs playfully, helping her stand from her crouching position. āRemind me not to bring yea back anythināā
āWhat! Just because I wasnāt happy that one time?!ā
āYou canāt tell when Iām teasing huh?ā
āOh I can tellā¦just. In bedā Y/N smirks making her man blush to her words before she exits the building squealing happily.
The archer did one last sweep of the place for anything useful to the rest of their community, watching Y/N struggling to open the jar where she stood beside his bike.
āWait til we get home, and Iāll open it thereā
āIāll open it. But yeah this deserves the comforts of our home. In bedā
āNot in bed. Why yea eating in the bed?ā
āI can be lazy if I want. You ever heard of breakfast in bed?ā Y/N questions him watching the confused look return. āRemind me to spoil you one morning. But fine I wonāt eat this in bedā
āCome on crazy girl. Letās go homeā Daryl took the jar from her hands seeing that death glare of hers come out. āTurn around. Iāll put it in your bagā
āYou better!ā She playfully threats listening to him scoff once again, feeling her backpack shift which meant he actually put the jar in her pack. āThank youā
āMhmā Daryl zips up her pack before resting his hands on her hips a second as he leaned into her from behind kissing her cheek. āNow come onā he pats her butt in a playfully manner as she did the same to him when he approached his bike. āSeriously?ā
āIām not the only one with a fine buttā
āStopā Daryl rolls his eyes getting on his bike and feeling the shift when Y/N got on and wrapped her arms around his middle.
Once they returned, the jar of peanut butter was forgotten about given the two returned late and Daryl had about enough of his girlās flirting. The second he stepped off his bike after Y/N and kicking the kick stand up, Daryl took her face into his hands smashing his lips firmly against hers. She was taken back by the action before wrapping her arms around his neck continuing to kiss her man.
āMmmāā Y/N pushes him off gently. āI aināt strippinā in the streets, Dā
āAs much as that would be a show, only I get to see yea nakedā Daryl quickly picks her practically running up the small stairs, and kicking the door open.
When he past the threshold, Y/N kicked the door closed before slipping out of his arms to rid herself of her clothing. She slowly backed away from him as every article of clothing of hers fell to the floor. Daryl didnāt know to take her right then and there or grabbing her and carrying her the rest of the way to their bed.
āLike what you see Dixon?ā
āThen come and get me, sunshineā Y/N smirks using the nickname for her on Daryl which somehow riled him up as he quickly closes the distance picking her up and taking her to bed.
A few hours pass and Y/N stretched some of the soreness of her body out as she got up in the middle of the night. Or morning rather. It was still dark out but her body was telling her to get some water. After a couple rounds with Daryl, she needed much more than just water to recuperate. Maybe a day of sleep. She quietly slipped out of the bed feeling the wobbling in her legs that made her stumble. He was not gentle.
Y/N decided that since he wasnāt shy about leaving his bruising mark on her that itās only fair for her to wear his shirt and boxers while she went to get water.
āI feel likeā¦Iām missing somethingā She whispers to herself and then remembered.
Thatās when Daryl stirred when he heard commotion happening in the other room. He felt the empty space beside him and knew it was just Y/N. Probably getting waterā¦maybe sheāll figure out how to get ice for the claw marks stinging on his back. He suddenly flinched when he heard Y/N curse loudly in the other room.
āThe fuck she get intoā¦ā He groans getting up and out of the bed, grabbing his sweats from the other night that were still on the floor of the room slipping those on quickly.
The archer enters the room seeing the back of Y/N on the couch as he can hear the satisfied humming from her. She finally got to eat her peanut butter. Since he was up he decided to get himself water and as he reached for a glass he noticed blood on the counter.
Daryl stopped reaching for a glass and checked if it was fresh or dried and it was definitely fresh.
āHey, did yea make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and nicked yourself or something?ā
āThen why is there bloodā¦ā Daryl turned to his girl seeing her in a huddled position on the couch with her arm holding the jar of peanut butter and not her hand. For obvious bloody reasons. āOh my god. What the fuck?!ā
āWhat!ā Y/N yells back as she scoops another spoonful of peanut butter with her uninjured hand and immediately eating it.
āWhy are you so fucking calm?! Your hand is a geyser!ā Daryl snaps grabbing a towel off the kitchen counter and walking toward Y/N about to wrap her hand when her whole body retracted. āHey now, youāre fucking bleedingā
āI am well awareā Y/N hissed when he tried reaching for her hand again. āItās just a scratchā
āThatās a goddamn flesh wound!ā
āAnd?ā She scoffs clearly ignoring the fact that she was bleeding a lot, granted her mind was elsewhere. āCan you hand me those?ā She pointed with her foot to the crackers on the coffee table, seeing Darylās extremely confused face. āFine. Iāll grab itā
As Y/N grabbed the crackers from the table after setting the spoon down, she went back to her huddled position on the couch now eating the peanut butter with the unsalted crackers she took from the pantry the other day.
āYouāre starting to piss me offā
āWhy? I was hungry. Couldnāt open it. Found a way and now we are hereā Y/N laughs slightly as she continues to eat like no issue was happening, even if her hand started to sting a bit.
āY/N. You should go see the doctorā
āIām sorry, last I checked this is my stab wound. Not OURā She waved a cracker around before scooping up some peanut butter with it. āNow let me enjoy my peanut butter IN PEACEā-before I get blood on my crackersā
āYou are getting blood on your crackers thoughā
āHuhā She looks at the situation in her lap. āWell at least itās my bloodā and went back to eating.
The next day crawls in and Aaron decided to visit their residence to ask about the ride they went on yesterday. He knocked happily and was met with Y/N in the same attire she was wearing last night. Daryl wears practically only black or dark clothing. Aaron couldnāt see the blood stains. But he did notice the heavy bandage on her hand.
āOh no what happened?ā His worry caught Darylās attention as he approached the door to see Y/N give it a good thought before smirking.
āVigorous love making that involved a bitā¦ā Y/N leaned in a bit. āof knife playā she whispers watching Aaronās face flush which made her laugh as she made her exit back inside the house. Leaving the two to share a bit of awkward silence.
āY/N went to stab the lid to her peanut butter jar last night and missed the first timeā
āOhā¦thank god it wasnāt the other thingā
āMm. She was lying about the knife play. Not the other thingā Daryl smirks deciding that was the end of that conversation closing the door on Aaron.
Leaving the poor guy traumatized.