warnings: 18+, just porn, spitting, p in v, creampie, bit of cockwarming (?)
a/n: didnt expect to be so busy, so take this little drabble while i fight back uni assignments
The feeling of Daryl's hands rubbing your sides woke you from your peaceful slumber, his bare chest all warm against your back, and your body all hot and slightly sweaty from the shared heat under the comforter.
"Mmh, what?" You mumbled as you squinted back sun rays that slipped through the cracks of the curtains, it couldn't have been past afternoon yet. Daryl didn't say anything besides pushing his hips forward, and then you realized what had woken him. "Oh."
"Sorry," he grumbled against your neck, his hands held firmly on your hips now. "Can' help it. Ya smell so good and look so soft sleepin' next 'ta me."
A soft sigh left your lips at his confession, not upset, but you did wish he woke you at a reasonable time. However, you couldn't deny the effect he had on you, especially with the way he gently ground against your ass.
"Dar..." you murmured, trying to be rational but your hips moving with his proved otherwise.
"C'mon," he purred, rough hands sliding under your shirt and grazing your stomach. "I'll be good, make it worth yer while."
You just hummed in agreement and he was quick to move. His hands pulled you back against him before they slid down to the waistband of your sweats, sliding them—along with your panties—down to your thighs.
His lips dragged along the length of your shoulder and into the crook of your neck, his stubble lightly scratching you, and you felt his tongue dart out to lick the salty sweat off your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut once he pulled away and felt him shift slightly behind you.
Daryl pulled himself out of his pants, stroking the hard length as it lay heavy in his palm. With a rough groan, he spat onto his hand and slicked himself up before bringing that same hand down to rub your glistening folds.
You moaned quietly, biting your lip to stifle any other noises that threatened to escape you. He breathed heavily against the back of your neck and you heard him spit into his hand again, his slick palm pressed against your core to ensure you were wet enough for him.
He finally pulled his hand away and rubbed the remaining saliva onto his cock before shifting his hips closer towards yours once again, the soft head pushing against your tight entrance.
You moved your leg up a bit to accommodate him, earning a wet kiss to your shoulder. Daryl grumbled incoherently to himself and peppered kisses to your neck, almost apologizing because right after the onslaught of affection, he sheathed himself into you in one smooth thrust.
He shushed your soft cry and slid a hand under your shirt to caress your breasts, murmuring quiet praises into your ear while your walls spasmed around his length in an attempt to adjust to the sudden fill.
"I know, I know. Fuck- 'm sorry," Daryl whispered, kissing the space behind your ear as his hips gave an experimental jut. "Doin' so good, yer so tight."
Once you felt comfortable enough, your hips rolled back, and Daryl caught on quick. You both moved against each other like worms, sliding against each other in a desperate race for the climax.
Daryl would usually take his time with you, so every time he got like this, you knew it'd end quickly. His cock was hard and thick, pulsing inside you like it yearned to spill deep into your womb, and you welcomed it.
The wet slap of his hips meeting yours echoed in the otherwise quiet room, the sound of the birds outside were drowned out by your soft mewls and groans. Calloused fingertips rubbed at your nipples, making sure to give each other the attention they needed. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to your clit, and your back arched slightly in turn.
Daryl buried his face into your hair and whimpered, his thrusts drawn out but deep, plunging deeper into you in this position. Like he knew what you were thinking, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts and began hitting your sweet spot.
A shaky moan left your lips as stars entered your vision, turning your head over your shoulder in search of his lips, which met yours just as eagerly. You were far into bliss to care about his morning breath, moaning into his mouth while his tongue slid messily against yours.
His cock pumped into you faster now, a telltale sign that he was getting closer. He removed his hand from your breasts to rub at your swollen clit, causing your legs to jerk and shake uncontrollably as you felt the buildup of your orgasm get more and more intense.
Daryl broke the kiss with a wet pop, once again burying his face into your hair. You threw your head back as his movements got sloppier and hurried, his fingers on your clit almost painful, but all the more pleasurable.
You could hear him whimper pleads and praises, mostly to himself and before you could stop yourself, a cry tore itself out of you as you came. White hot pleasure shot through you and your walls throbbed around his hot cock, a choked sound leaving him as he followed right after. Warmth flooded through you as his seed pumped into you and dripped down your thighs.
You both remained silent for a moment, catching your breaths while your bodies yearned for cool air. Daryl didn't make an effort to pull out and let himself soften inside you, soon letting out a sigh before kissing your shoulder.
"Thanks," he mumbled against your skin, bringing his hands up again to rub your stomach. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you replied breathily, looking over your shoulder hazily. "Morning to you."
He grinned softly before kissing you softly, wrapping his arms around you. "Nah, go back to sleep."
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summary: after weeks of having no time to each other, you decide to try and keep it down with your husband.
warnings: 18+ content, established relationship, fluffy daddy daryl, two chaotic children of your own, married couple banter, handjobs (both receiving), oral (m. receiving), daryl’s hand is over readers mouth for like ever, unprotected p in v, creampie, probably terrible and incoherent but idcccc
word count: 5.7k
a/n: i love established relationship papa daryl sorry not sorry. also sidenote (incase there is confusion): i love love love lydia in twd and have since decided i would be naming my future daughter lydia, so i did go ahead and name reader’s daughter lydia… lowkey tipsy writing this so apologies for any errors or extra freakiness. also unedited and definitely not proofread and im too tired to care so enjoy this while i crawl back into hiding…
It was a humid August evening and you were at your wits end, dealing with children was hard, add heat to the mix and you were pretty much ready to clock out of mothering for the day.
Daryl, your doting husband, decided to lessen your load (after coming home and seeing your toddler covered in flour) and take over for the night time routine.
Finally with time to yourself, you brewed yourself some tea and did some skincare in the privacy and comfort of your shared bedroom. Daryl had so kindly gotten you a new pajama set while on a run since you had been complaining about not having something nice to sleep in for a few weeks, and he wasn’t about to let his wife be upset.
Daryl was in the main bathroom giving your toddler, Lydia, a bubble bath before bed since she had gotten into the pantry and made a huge mess (which he cleaned as well). You felt bad for him because he had just been out in the Virginian heat for eight hours fighting off walkers and whatnot, and now he had to deal with sticky fingers and crying children, but he insisted with a firm forehead kiss after seeing your distress and decided this would be a great time to bond with his kids.
You were sipping your tea in your bedroom and figured things were going well. There was no screaming, no crying, and no loud mysterious bangs from the opposite end of the house so you figured Daryl had it under control.
Oh, how wrong you were.
A couple peaceful moments later you could hear your son, Oliver, sprint down the hallway with thumping footsteps which soon stopped after crashing into something. Your body tensed as silence fell over the house, not even the mice in the walls moved. Eventually, the five year old burst into tears and you bristled at the sound.
Putting your teacup down, you made your way outside to comfort your son but was surprised to see Daryl already crouched by him, brushing his thumbs over Oliver’s cheeks. It seemed he had been playing with his trucks and wasn’t watching where he was going, which ended up in him running head first into the edge of the couch.
You watched as Daryl soothed Oliver quietly and rubbed his hand over his head gently, your gaze slowly dragging over to the open bathroom door. It felt like cold water splashed onto you as you realized Daryl had left Lydia alone in the bathtub, and your motherly instincts kicked in and you sprinted towards the bathroom.
Daryl was caught off guard by your sudden movement and turned to watch you, fear etched into your expression as you dashed into the bathroom. But of course, Daryl was smart enough to have Lydia in shallow water so she wouldn’t drown. You exhaled in relief as you watched the two year old splash around with her toys in the soapy water, and wiped a hand over your forehead.
Your husband slowly appeared at your side holding Oliver’s hand and gently rubbed your back, “you wanna put ‘im to bed while I get her ready?”
You turned to look at Daryl with slight exhaustion in your eyes before glancing down at your sniffling son before nodding. He gave a gentle kiss to your temple before handing off your son to you. Daryl walked over to the tub and pinched your daughter’s cheek before informing her it was time to get out, you smiled softly before switching your attention to your son and brought him to his room.
Down the hall you could hear Lydia’s squealing giggles and your heart warmed in happiness, and at the same time Oliver squeezed your hand. You felt so incredibly lucky to have such an amazing family despite them tiring you out.
As Oliver climbed into his bed, you crouched down on the floor and brushed your hand over his forehead. Your heart ached at the feeling of a small bump forming and you frowned, a little upset your son had been reckless.
“Oli… you’ve got to be more careful,” you murmured softly, his pout matching yours. He just blinked groggily and nodded, closing his eyes.
“I know mama,” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. Pitiful yes, but oh so cute with his little frown and sleepy voice.
You hummed a little tune as you brought the blanket snuggly over his small body, kissing his forehead once you stood up. “Goodnight sweetheart,” you whispered and quietly walked out.
As you closed the door, you could hear a quiet “night mama” and smiled before shutting the door. You padded down the hallway and passed by Lydia’s room, peering through the crack in the door and saw Daryl dressing your daughter. A rush of warmth flooded through you as you heard the soft tone he was using with her, so tender and adoring. Of course he loved both your children equally, but you can tell he favoured her slightly more. Lydia was her father’s girl and you were totally okay with always being second place to her.
“No more making messes hm?” Daryl murmured to Lydia after putting her jammies on and began to dry her hair, “gotta stop givin’ yer mama trouble.” Your smile softened and stopped by the door a little longer to listen to them.
Lydia babbled, “I have fun.”
“’m sure ya do sweetheart,” Daryl laughed softly, “but yer tirin’ out yer mama.” Lydia just shrugged as clueless toddlers do and you could hear Daryl huff out in amusement.
You decided to head back to your bedroom since Daryl started to put Lydia down for bed, and once you got into the room, you blew out the candles on your nightstand. Your tea, now lukewarm, was waiting for you on the nightstand and you chugged down the remainder of the cup.
You were just fluffing up your pillow when Daryl entered the bedroom quietly. You paused and turned to look at him, noticing the exhaustion in his body. He glanced up at you and gave a weary smile before walking over, his footsteps muted on the carpet you’d chosen to decorate the room with.
“Hey baby,” he murmured, embracing you with his big, strong arms. “Ya feelin’ alrigh’?”
You smiled softly against his shoulder and melted in his grasp, your chests pressed close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat. A large hand stroked your back soothingly and rid you of any mental ailments you were feeling as of late, but you could also feel his sleepiness in his touch.
You tucked your face into his neck and responded with a soft brush of your lips against his skin, “bit tired… Thanks for taking care of the kids tonight, know you had a busy day.”
“My job ‘s to help ya,” he shook his head against yours, swaying your bodies. “Don’ matter if I did a lot today.” You didn’t say anything and just hummed in response, allowing him to hold you in silence for a little while.
It had been a while since the two of you had a moment alone together, and a moment of quiet that is, so you both took advantage of the silence. Daryl’s fingers drummed softly against the small of your back and his free hand held the back of your head, cradling you close. You appreciated this, appreciated him. Daryl was the everything you could’ve dreamed for in a husband and father to your children, and you felt so unbelievably lucky to have met him.
The hand on your head began to stroke your hair softly and you felt him start to pull away. His hands cupped either side of your face and gave you a kiss on the forehead, and then gave you a little pat on the bum before walking over to the bathroom.
“Go lie down, I’ll join ya in a minute.” His soft rumble had you yearning for more contact, not wanting the moment to end yet.
With a quiet sigh, you followed his slight command and reached for your pillow to continue fluffing it. You could hear him move around behind the closed bathroom door and you were glad to have influenced him to take care of himself more, not that he didn’t before, but it was obvious having a little feminine energy in his life influenced his behaviour. For the better, wink wink.
Before getting into bed, you turned off the lights so that the room was lit by the lamp on your nightstand, painting the room in a warm, intimate dimness that you enjoyed. Daryl liked sleeping in darkness, but you preferred to have some light and it created a divide between you two—all in good fun of course.
You two would bicker like you were in your 80’s about how it was ”lamp on night” or ”pitch black night.” It would either end up with Daryl giving in to your needs and sleep with a pillow over his eyes, or he would wrap you up tightly in his arms so you wouldn’t feel frightened. Either way, you won.
You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a deep sigh before pushing the covers back and slipping underneath them. A muffled gag could be heard from the bathroom and you snorted in amusement, Daryl was probably brushing his teeth and was now deepthroating his toothbrush.
You sat up against the headboard because you didn’t want to sleep without him, fluffing up the blankets so you were cushioned comfortably. Again, since it’s been a while since you’ve had a moment alone with him, you wanted to prolong the night for as long as you could.
Daryl left the bathroom after a few minutes, wiping his face with a towel, and shirt was—to your pleasure—off. He let out a grunt as he tossed the towel into the hamper and soon his back was to you. You admired him from behind, the way his back rippled when he picked out a shirt in his dresser, the scars adorning his skin, and you wanted nothing more than to just feel his skin against yours.
“Don’t put on a shirt.” The words left your mouth before you could stop. He looked over his shoulder, shirt in hand, and huffed with the ghost of a smirk on his lips.
He dropped the shirt and walked over to the bed, and you now noticed his belt was undone. He sat down onto his side of the bed and grabbed your ankle over the covers, “should I sleep in my underwear then?” He meant it purely humorously but you raised your brows, not totally opposed to the idea. He snorted and shook his head, letting go of your ankle. “Dumbass.”
You laughed and threw yourself across the bed to press your face into his shoulder, taking an obligatory whiff of his scent. “Oh, c’mon..” you groaned softly, biting back a grin.
He brought his hands down to unzip his pants and kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers. He stood up and turned to face you and the bed. You felt the mattress dip as he crawled onto it, and a squeal escaped you when he lightly tackled you into the sheets.
“Only if ya wear yer nothin’,” he mumbled against your neck jokingly. He peppered ticklish kisses onto your neck which elicited small giggles accompanied by your hands weakly pushing at him.
His hands slid under the blanket and spread out over your hips, taking the fabric of your shorts between his fingers. Your giggles subsided when he started to pull away and you brought your hands up to his cheeks, rubbing over the rough stubble along his jaw. He peered down at you and moved the covers aside to take a gander at your pajamas, his lips pulled into an approving line.
“Suits ya,” he mumbled, rubbing a thumb along your side. His touch made you shiver lightly and couldn’t help but feel a little thrill.
“You picked well,” you hummed with a cheeky smile, but he didn’t notice, too busy wandering over your body. You laid back against the bed and let your body relax, and soon he joined, letting himself lie down on top of you—while making sure not to crush you.
Your fingers dragged through his shaggy hair, combing through the tangles as he laid his head down on your chest. He let out a deep sigh which almost resembled the way dogs huff, and it made you laugh a little. His cheek smushed against your chest at the sound of your laugh, but he didn’t care enough to ask why you were laughing, so he continued to bury his face in your boobs.
“God, I missed ya.” He groaned softly, slightly muffled by your chest.
“Missed me or my boobs?” You joked which earned a pinch.
“Mmm, both.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his admission, looking down to see him kissing over your clothed chest. Nothing about this gesture was inherently sexual, and it didn’t seem like he was intending to rile you up, but you couldn’t help but want more.
You shifted underneath him and once his kisses stopped, you let out an involuntary sigh of disappointment. You felt him pause and he lifted his head to meet your gaze, silently questioning you.
You dismissed him with a gentle shake of your head but he was insisted, he always was, and pressed (quite literally) with a squeeze to your waist.
“Wha’s wrong?” He asked gently, ducking his head to maintain eye contact with you. One thing about Daryl, he was able to make you bend and fold under minimal pressure, and he was damn good about it.
You weren’t necessarily shy about your sexual desires, especially not to him, but you felt like a horny teenager. With a reluctant sigh you responded sheepishly, “was just hoping you’d… keep going. Missed you, for a long time now.”
His eyes softened and he let out a small breath of air, his thumbs circling your waist on either side. “Missed ya too, y’know I have been. But are ya not worried about wakin’ the kids? ‘Cause darlin’… ya ain’ exactly quiet.”
All sweetness and lovey-doveyness was quickly thrown out the window and you rolled your eyes dramatically, pushing him away by his face. He laughed gruffly and rolled over to his side of the bed before slinging an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close.
“You’re an asshole,” you grumbled, but there was no heat in your tone. He chuckled softly, bringing his free hand down to pull the covers over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth.
You exhaled softly and pressed your cheek to his shoulder to look up at him, smiling a little when you found he was already looking down at you. He leaned down to peck your lips while simultaneously tugging you impossibly closer, practically molding you to him.
A pleased hum sounded from you and he leaned down to kiss you again, then again, and again. Soon, the kisses became more drawn out and hungrier, but all the more loving and affectionate. His lips moved against yours with patience and tenderness, his free hand sliding off your thigh and onto your cheek.
He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, and you immediately melted against him. His hand slid down to palm at your breast to rub and squeeze over the thin pajama tank you were wearing. A moan threatened to tear itself from your throat and like he sensed it, Daryl quickly sealed his lips over yours to swallow the moan.
He broke the kiss soon after and smirked subtly while his hand continued to rub at your breast, “told ya. Can’ keep quiet at all.” Before you could snap at him, he kissed you again.
You couldn’t stay angry at him, not when he was kissing you so softly and full of everything you’ve been wishing for for months. To be fair, you weren’t even angry, just annoyed he was right. The kiss ended shortly after and you stared up at him, hoping he’d continue.
His eyes burned through yours, and with a silent agreement, he pounced.
Daryl sat up and pulled you with him so your back was against his chest and you were sitting on his lap. An arm rested against your collarbones and held you against his shoulder, his free hand tracing circles on your knee. You could feel the faint thump of his heart on your back, and it was racing just as fast as yours.
You closed your eyes as his hand dragged up your thigh tantalizingly slow, a soft breath leaving your lips as he turned his head to nuzzle against yours, his nose rubbing into your hair. You missed the sex, that was obvious, but you missed this the most of all. The intimacy of it all, the closeness of him not only physically, but spiritually.
You would never have this closeness with anyone else, and it was almost bittersweet knowing you’d only feel this way with your husband. He made you feel so safe in his arms, protected, and loved.
A sharp cry tore itself out of you before you could even stop it when he suddenly pressed his palm against your core, and he quickly slammed a hand over your mouth. Your face immediately went warm not only from how loud you were, but how sensitive you’d gotten. Hell, you didn’t even take any clothes off yet.
“Christ woman, barely touched ya.” He mumbled mostly to himself. He kept the hand over your mouth as he began to slowly palm you through your shorts, the layered fabric giving you some much needed friction and sent a surge of arousal through you. He brushed his lips against you earlobe and took it between his teeth, nibbling it, his hot breath caressing your already warm skin. “Yer so hot here,” to emphasize his point, he pushed his fingers down against your sex, its heat wafting from your shorts.
You couldn’t even snap back or defend yourself because one—it was true, and two—his hand was still firmly planted against your mouth so all you could manage was a noncommittal, muted whine.
Daryl laughed low and rough into your ear, and shifted his hips up to show you he was just as needy as you were. His cock, solid beneath you, molded against your ass as he ground up into you.
“Ya gonna be quiet?” He whispered softly, his words curling around you almost tauntingly. This time, he lifted his hand off your mouth so you could respond.
“Y-Yes,” your affirmation came out breathy and desperate, canting your hips towards his hand.
He was silent for a moment and stilled against you before suddenly lifting you with one arm and shoving your shorts down with the other. He gave you a look that read ”don’t make a sound” so you were conscious about not making a peep. You definitely didn’t want to wake the kids.
Daryl gingerly shifted you on top of him and looked up at you for permission to cover your mouth again, which you granted. With his hand over your mouth and his free hand between your legs, you both felt comfortable enough to continue this tryst.
His fingers slid under your panties and immediately found your soaking folds, pressing his middle finger through your center. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder as a moan squeezed its way out of you, and your eyes fluttered shut.
You could hear Daryl’s breath hitch, and he took the opportunity to mouth at your throat while it was bared to him, simultaneously dragging his fingers up and down your cunt. His callouses were rough against your clit but it made all the sensations all the more pleasurable.
While you huffed and wailed underneath his palm, you stuck your tongue out to lick at his hand, tasting the salty sweat that was beginning to accumulate from the strain he was using to hold back. Daryl wanted nothing more than to just give it to you, but he knew that wasn’t exactly plausible in your shared situation at the moment.
His lips broke contact with your throat to look down at where his hand was pleasuring you and angled his hand further down to press two thick fingers against your slit, groaning against your throat as your pussy gave way and welcomed his digits in.
You both moaned in unison as your walls clenched around his fingers, the thickness of two almost enough to make you come just by the stretch alone. He wasted no time in pumping his fingers in and out of you, effectively preparing you for what’s to come next.
Your moans were muted as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head as he reached places you couldn't reach yourself. The rough pads of his fingers tapped teasingly against your soft spot and sparks of white flashed in your vision. Meanwhile, his cock was only getting harder just by hearing you moan and writhe against him.
You were beginning to get so wet that your arousal was all over his hand and completely soaked your panties, and eventually it was all you could feel. He noticed your discomfort and carefully pulled his fingers out before peeling your panties off. His lips met your shoulder as he eased his fingers back into you, but you held a hand over his forearm to stop him.
Daryl’s brows raised in confusion, and he was worried he’d done something wrong. You reached up to pull his hand off your mouth to speak, your voice soft, “need you now.” You slid off his lap to sit facing him, your hands resting on the waistband of his boxers.
His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his eyes flicked down from your eyes to your lips, and then back into your eyes. “Ya sure? I could always jus’ finish ya off and we could go to sleep.”
“Fuck no,” you would’ve laughed at his outrageous suggestion, but you were far too pent up to even humour him. He just laughed and leaned forward to kiss you softly, licking your lip when he pulled back to let you continue. “I don’t care if the world is ending, we’re fucking tonight before I go insane.”
He laughed again and reached up to caress your cheek, “well ya aren’t wrong about the world endin’.”
“God- Shut up,” you muttered and crashed your lips onto his. Daryl gave you a firm squeeze on your ass and moaned deliciously into your mouth.
You couldn’t help yourself and pressed your hand against his bulge, rubbing and squeezing his erection with just enough pressure to let him know you weren’t fucking around tonight. His teeth bit your lip and your actioned pulled a groan from him which you swallowed, fighting his tongue with yours.
Soon enough, you found yourself sliding your hand underneath his boxers to take hold of his shaft. His cock stood firm and eager against your palm and you swallowed every moan that left his mouth with your own, wrapping your hand around his cock.
The warm, velvety skin twitched in your touch, jumping for attention which you so eagerly gave. You broke the kiss to focus on getting his underwear off, biting your lip as he raised his hips without you asking him to, and slid his boxers down his legs.
His cock stood tall and proud, jerking just from being under your gaze. Licking your lips, you bent down to take his tip between your lips.
Daryl’s hand was immediately in your hair and he stifled a groan. You smirked around the sensitive head of his cock, leaving light, teasing kisses on the sensitive flesh. His hips bucked once, cursing under his breath.
You could tell he was being careful not to pull your hair, but you wanted it. With his head still occupying your mouth, you reached up to firmly press his hand against your head. He recognized the gesture and lightly pulled on your hair, his groans making you drip more than you already were.
“Too good fer me,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes trained on you as you licked around his tip. “Don’ deserve ya at all.”
You hummed, the vibrations sending shocks of satisfaction through him. You slowly took more of him in until he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged. You could hear his breath hitch followed by a quiet reminder to take it slow, but you knew it gave him pleasure, so you did it again.
You bobbed your head and dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum and sweat. He bit his lip to stop the loud groan from escaping, but he was unsuccessful. You continued your movements and gagging before he eventually pulled you off him with a rough tug to your hair.
You moaned in both arousal and pain from the force of his tug, and your eyes were pleading as he met your stare.
“Can’ have ya doin’ tha’ fer any longer, ‘m either gonna cum or wake the kids with tha’ mouth of yers.” He growled, but his grip released on your hair. His thumb wiped at your slick lips before bringing that thumb up to his tongue, tasting you and himself. “Come ride me, girl.”
The sentence alone would have any woman throw off their panties and hop on his cock, and you were no exception. With frantic quiet shuffling, Daryl had you perched on his lap in less than a second. Your hands cupped his cheeks and his laid around your hips, massaging the soft flesh. His cock laid against your stomach and you grinned a little to see it so eager and pleased to be near you, and you thought how lucky am I to have this guy still find me attractive after all these years.
Like he read your mind, he gave you a squeeze and kissed your chest over your shirt, “so gorgeous baby.”
You smiled softly and forgot about all the lustful thoughts that threatened to ravage you, and instead focused on keeping the moment tender and intimate. Not that it wasn’t, but you and Daryl could lose yourselves in each other fairly quickly.
“Love you,” you murmured and bent down to kiss him. All love, no sneaky or cheeky innuendos passing between you two despite the fact his cock was pressed against you.
“Love you too,” he mumbled against your lips with a smirk, “now hurry up.” He gave you a soft pat on your hip which made you chuckle against his mouth.
You pressed your knees down on either side of him and reached between you two to take hold of his erection, sliding the head through your slick. You both sighed softly as you slowly slid down onto him, taking your time since it had been a while, and you weren’t used to his size anymore.
He bottomed out and for a second you paused to just hold him, his arms wrapping around your back. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you followed suit, copying him. The way he held you felt like the old days when it was just you two, just like this everyday. You know, without him being inside you.
His hand rubbed your back and he sighed against your neck, peppering soft kisses on your skin. You shifted your hips slightly, moaning at the feeling of your walls perfectly molded around his cock. He leaned in to kiss you, whispering so quiet you almost missed it, “can ya be quiet? Or do I ‘ave to cover yer mouth again?”
If you didn’t know any better you would have rejected his offer, but with the knowledge about how loud you were and the fact that your children were sleeping down the hall, you just nodded without any other thought.
His hand over your mouth, and you both aching with anticipation, you began to move with a slight jerk of your hips. Daryl bit his lip to hold back his moan while you carelessly cried against his hand.
You slowly got into the rhythm of back and forth, rocking yourself onto his dick with no end goal besides cumming together. Daryl’s free hand gripped your hip and attempted to guide your movements to which you followed, dragging your pussy up along the length of his cock, and back down with a wet smack. He groaned lowly in response, pressing his hand harder against your mouth when your moans got a bit pitchy.
You continued moving like this, slow, but hard. With each smack of flesh, you brought yourself higher and higher with him. You could feel his cock twitch inside you and in turn, you squeezed around him, the sudden gesture making his hips buck up.
The moment his hips bucked up was the moment the head of his cock met your soft spot, and he clocked it immediately. Daryl began thrusting up into you while your breathing ran ragged as he hit the spot over and over again, pushing you further into oblivion and ecstasy.
You wailed against his hand and began meeting his thrusts with your own movements, and you thighs smacked against his with a lewd slap. He removed his hand from your mouth and used it to help guide your hips into a more quicker pace, all while your foreheads pressed together and your breaths mingled.
He breathed heavily, mixed with soft whimpers that you had to strain yourself to hear, and you were now making sure you didn’t cry out. It was getting difficult with the way he was fucking himself into you, but at one point you didn’t really care.
Your moans quietly bounced off the walls and if you were being loud, Daryl didn’t stop you anymore. He just looked up at you with eyes beaming with adoration and arousal, his only goal to send you to the highest peaks of ecstasy right now. And with the way things were going, it wouldn’t take long before you both reached that peak.
Your hands slid into his hair and had one hand holding the back of his head while you maintained eye contact with him. Daryl prolonged the eye contact, reaching up to cup your face and bring you closer. His moans came after yours like a canon, his cock pulsing inside of you, and the bed squeaking slightly.
“Daryl,” you whispered, “I’m about to—”
“I know,” he interrupted and closed his eyes, his brows furrowed. “Together, yeah?”
You nodded and closed your eyes with him, but threw your head back instead. Your moans came out ragged and almost strained from the way your neck was craned, but it didn’t matter. His hips were meeting yours with every thrust, bounce, and jerk. His cock burned inside you, dragging along your inner walls with an almost delectable burn as he slammed against that soft spongey spot with ultimate accuracy.
With your head thrown back, Daryl took the opportunity to suck at your neck and leave his mark on you, but also hid the marks since you were very adamant about feeling embarrassed when people pointed them out. His tongue darted out to soothe the sting of his mark, and he started grunting uncontrollably. He was close, and so were you.
His cock throbbed and your walls fluttered. Your moans reached a fever pitch and he growled praises under his breath as the sticky mess between you got wetter and hotter.
You curled your fingers at the back of his head with a deep groan of his name, and came around him. Daryl was quickly thrown over by your climax and came soon after, pumping his seed deep inside you with a low curse and whisper of your name.
Your hands clambered over his face and shoulders, sighing and whining as your intense orgasm ebbed away, his cock still jerking into you slightly as he fucked his cum into you.
It was quiet for a moment. The lights dim and the only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing. The room smelt of sex, sweat and something sweet.
After you both came down, Daryl’s big arms wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer, inhaling your after-sex scent that he missed so much. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with how hot you were getting, and the stickiness of his sweaty body against yours was not helping. So with gentle consideration, you pulled off of his dick with his help, groaning at the sensitivity and watching as his now limp dick slipped out followed by a mix of fluids.
“God,” you sighed, plopping down onto the bed next to him. Daryl just laughed quietly and ran his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh.
“Yeah. God.” He sighed and maneuvered himself to lie down with you, “ya didn’ do a good job of keeping quiet.”
You scoffed, rubbing your face while he wiped you down with his boxers before tossing it onto the floor. “Don’t care, I needed that.”
“You did? Couldn’ tell.”
“Fuck you Dixon.”
“Already did.”
You laughed at his banter, feeling the exhaustion quickly wash over you. He noticed and pulled you close before throwing the blankets over you both. He was started to feel your sleepiness and neither of you spoke.
You couldn’t be any happier with how the night went. Finally reconnecting with your husband was everything you’ve been craving for, more than food. And now that you satisfied yourself (and him), you could finally rest peacefully.
Knock.
You and Daryl lifted your head towards the closed bedroom door, eyes wide at each other.
“Mama? Papa?” Lydia’s soft, sleepy voice called out from behind the door.
Daryl shot you an amused, but tired look. “Guess we really were loud.”
Your night was far from over.
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warnings: 18+ content, lots of plot, insecurity, the bath scene, readers on top!, not much of a power dynamic here, but theres teasing, squirting, little teeny bit of fingering, bit of a creampie too, daryl being cute
summary: daryl returns after three weeks, and reader decides to take care of him.
A/N: its january 3rd which means its MY BIRTHDAY :3 so here is just a fic about taking care of daryl in multiple different ways ;3 also just an excuse to talk about food im starving
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The house smelled of bread, the tap running as you washed your hands under it. Daryl has been on an expedition for about three weeks now, leaving you with nothing else to do but keep yourself busy. You got a lot of stuff done but you were still lonely.
You hummed to yourself as you moved over to the stove, taking a wooden spoon and stirring the tomato soup you were cooking. The sun was just starting to set, golden rays peeked through the curtains to leave kisses on your cheeks when you turned your head to the right. You lifted the spoon up to your lips, savouring the savoury but sweet taste of the soup. Something was missing, perhaps a bit of garlic? Thyme? You put some more of both in, stirring the soup a bit before tasting it again. A smile appeared on your face after deciding it was good enough, turning off the stove and putting the lid on top of the pot.
You bent down to check on the bread in the oven, the smell of sweet yeast filling your nostrils. It was perfect, nicely rounded and crisp on the outside. Closing the oven, you turned it off and reached back to undo your apron.
You almost missed the sound of the door opening, but you didn't. You quickly ran out of the kitchen and towards the entryway, seeing Daryl wiping his boots on the mat. You didn't think twice before jumping at him, hearing a grunt from him as he caught you with one arm, the other holding his bag. You kissed his cheeks repeatedly, his face scrunching up while the hand on your back gently rubbed you.
“Alrigh’ not too much,” he mumbled before setting you down and kissing your forehead. You looked down sheepishly, hugging him again.
“Sorry, I missed you.” You murmured, his calloused hand making its way through your hair while he smiled slightly.
“Dun’ apologize,” he chuckled. He smelled of sweat and mud with a hint of walker blood, but you didn't seem to care at all. The aroma was oddly comforting, and just the presence of him was enough for you. Deciding to revel in the moment, you snuggled into his chest as a soft sigh escaped your lips.
“How was your trip?” You breathed in, taking in his scent. He kept a hand on your lower back, shuffling you both out of the entryway of your home and placing his bag down. He just exhaled deeply at your question, his fingers tightening a little.
“Jus’ ta same ol’ thing.” He mumbled with a bit of a shrug as he let you go, “killed a bunch of walkers, found some supplies. Same ol’ song and dance.” His hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze after noticing your concern. You however did not let it go.
“What’s wrong, hm?” You brought your arms up to his shoulders, looking up at him. He sighed, wrapping his own arms around your waist as his gaze darted around the house. His brows furrowed slightly, his expression changing.
“Nothin’, nothin’..” he muttered shaking his head, “jus’ got a lot in my head.” You frowned but didn't want to press further, instead nodding and moving away to let him get settled.
Daryl’s jaw clenched as he watched you move away from him, feeling slightly disappointed that the physical contact was broken. The moment quickly passed as his head perked up at the smell of freshly baked bread. You noticed his expression and chuckled, taking his hand.
“Want me to run you a bath? You can eat afterwards,” you smiled softly at him. He visibly tensed at the mention of a bath, his hand squeezing yours.
“Nah, ‘m good.” He sniffed, wiping his nose. You scrunched up your nose, chuckling.
“You sure? You’ve been out for three weeks, you're dirty.” You snorted, looking him up and down. You were right, his clothes were gross and probably stinky, his hair disheveled. “You're taking a bath, come.” You gently tugged him along with you.
“Alright… I’ll… I’ll take a bath,” he grumbled, his tone laced with annoyance. You rubbed his hand gently and entered the bathroom with him.
Daryl sighed heavily and his shoulders slumped, but he allowed himself to be dragged around by you. He stood by the counter while you went to fill up the bath with warm water, eventually returning back to him. You placed your hands on the buttons of his vest, looking up at him for permission to undress him.
His eyes shifted to the side slightly, uncomfortable under your scrutiny. His expression changed once your nimble fingers started unbuttoning his vest slowly, and after looking into your eyes for a few seconds more, he looked away and muttered, “go for it.”
You smiled at him softly, letting his vest fall to the floor before starting at his button-up. He stood by silently, watching you undress him without making any comments. The process felt slightly intimate and he felt a warm feeling in his stomach as he looked over you, and he didn't protest or try to stop you from doing your thing.
You let his shirt fall next to his vest, letting your fingers trace along the muscles of his arm, watching them tense under your graze. His breath hitched as your fingers danced down his sides, landing on his holster belt. You carefully unbuckled it and placed it on the counter.
He shifted his weight, continuing to stand silent as you did what you wanted. He couldn’t ignore the feelings of intimacy beginning to rise within him. Your hands slid back down to the belt holding up his pants, unbuckling it with practiced skill. Your fingers soon unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting it fall to the floor. Daryl shivered lightly at the sudden coolness on his skin, looking down at you for a moment, his expression shifting slightly at how eager you seemed to be at undressing him.
You looked up at him briefly before pulling down his boxers, looking away to give him some sort of privacy. He quickly turned towards the mirror, seemingly avoiding his image as he turned away just as quick. You turned back to him and smiled softly, taking his hand and kissing it gently. He felt his skin warming up and his cheeks flushed slightly, you’ve seen him naked before but this felt more intimate… somehow. The situation made him feel quite vulnerable, but despite his discomfort he remained silent and still.
You squeezed his hand reassuringly and led him towards the tub. Daryl followed you, feeling a tingle in his abdomen from the butterflies you arouse in him. He stepped into the bath, groaning softly once he sunk down into the waiting water. His eyes closed, letting out a sigh of relief as he relaxed in the warmth of the bath. You leaned over to turn off the tap, letting him sit in silence.
“Wait here? I’m just gonna put your clothes away and get you some new ones,” you murmured softly, watching his eyes peek open to look at you. He nodded contently, closing his eyes again. You nodded and left the bathroom quietly with his dirty clothes.
Daryl sat in the bath, leaning back against the rim. He was starting to feel more and more relaxed by the minute as he let the warm water wash away some of the filth on his skin. He sat patiently for a few minutes while waiting for your return.
You came back into the bathroom, some clean clothes and a rag in hand. The clean clothes were placed on the counter while the rag remained in your hand as you walked over to the tub, kneeling down next to it.
“Mind if I wash you?” You hummed. Daryl’s eyes flickered up to you for a moment, his face lightly flushed as he felt a little insecure about his body.
“Sure… go for it,” he grumbled hesitantly, his eyes looking away. You smiled reassuringly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. You lifted the rag and began slowly by scrubbing his chest, followed by his arms. Daryl flinched slightly at the touch, his muscles rippled and tightened as you grazed over his flesh. He forced himself to stay still, but even that was a lot to bear sometimes. With each stroke of the rag, his breath hitched.
“Relax,” you coaxed quietly into his ear. “Lean forward, lemme get your back.”
Daryl frowned slightly but obeyed your instruction, leaning forward in the tub to expose his back to you. He bit his lip nervously, though you’ve seen them before, he was still self-conscious about the scars on his body.
He grimaced whenever you would brush over the scarred skin, making the scars feel more pronounced. He hated the reminder of his past, always trying to run from it. But he loved you, and he knew that letting you see him like this was a way of accepting what happened and moving forward with his life. He wasn't used to this physical intimacy, but he felt okay being vulnerable with you.
You made sure to be gentle, and your soft actions didn't go unnoticed by him. Daryl let himself relax and reminded himself you were safe, letting go of the tension in his body as you washed away the dirt left on him. You kissed his shoulder sweetly, letting your free hand come up to run through his tangled hair.
“Okay, lean back.” You whispered softly, a gentle hand pushing him back. He complied once again, sighing softly as he felt your fingers combing through his thick hair trying to loosen the knots.
The two of you stayed silent throughout the exchange, the only noise was the water occasionally splashing or dripping. Your touch was comforting despite his initial discomfort, he began to sink into the water while his muscles relaxed. You were the first to break the comfortable silence.
“I need to drain the water, I’ll put some more since I still need to wash your hair. Unless you wanna get out now?” You hummed quietly, making sure not to startle him by the sudden noise. He shifted slightly and used his arm to prop himself up so he could sit.
“’s up to ya,” he mumbled. “I wouldn’ mind stayin’ in ‘ere longer, but I dun’ want ya ta have ta wait on me.” He rubbed his bottom lip anxiously, nibbling on the inside of it.
“I don't mind,” you smiled while shaking your head. You reached into the tub to drain the dirty water before grabbing the shower head and beckoning him closer, “let me wash your hair first.”
He looked at you for a long moment, nodding cautiously as he scooted over to you, bowing his head. You turned on the shower head, rinsing his hair so it was damp before taking some shampoo and lathering it into his hair. You soothingly scratched your nails against his scalp. His eyes shut tight, letting himself relax as you scrubbed his hair clean. The soothing sensation felt nice, although he couldn't deny how it made him feel…
You pulled your hands out of his hair to rinse out the shampoo. Daryl sat stoically, trying to rid himself of certain thoughts, his breathing deepened however as you washed his hair. The warm water and your touch sent a wave of chills down his spine. You soon turned off the water and fixed his wet hair so it was out his face, filling the tub with warm water again.
His mind started wandering again, his eyes darting around as you fixed his hair. It felt weird to have someone do something like this for him, but he didn't mind it. He trusted you, he loved you, and you helped him feel comfortable and safe in his own skin. He let his thoughts melt away into mush as he enjoyed the warmth of the water and the soft touches your fingers were giving to his hair.
“Gimme a kiss?” You smiled softly, leaning forward. He froze for a moment, intimidated by the sudden request, his face flushing. He thought for a moment if he wanted to, of course he did, but he wasn't big on physicality.
He grumbled nervously, looking away from your expectant eyes. Your smile faltered slightly, and he noticed. You pulled back and got up.
“Never mind, just holler when you're done.” You walked over to the door, “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
He awkwardly watched you walk away, clenching his fists. He felt guilty, he shouldn't but he still felt bad for rejecting you. The truth was, he really did want to kiss you.
“Wait!” He called out, watching you poke your head back in.
“Hm?”
Daryl was hesitant in the moment, not wanting to embarrass himself further. Still, he felt the need to explain himself. “’s not tha’ I dun’ wan’ ta kiss ya,” he said softly and let his shoulders sink into the water. “’s jus’ tha’…”
You cut him off, kneeling by the tub again while caressing the back of his head. “Don’t worry about it, you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to.” You smiled sweetly up at him.
He exhaled softly at your response, licking his lips. He knew you were trying to make him feel better, but he still heard the genuine reassurance.
“But I do,” he whispered. “Can we uh… can we maybe try somethin’?” You hummed in response and knelt up to his level.
His breathing deepened at the sight of you, years of being married to you and he still felt weak in the knees every time he saw you. He felt a nervous excitement in his stomach, much like the feeling he had asking you to marry him. Your eyes flickered closed as he started to lean in, his closing too. When his hands came up, his fingers found your neck and traced your jawline softly. Your body felt familiar and warm, inviting in every way. You leaned closer, and he was worried you could hear his heart beating a million miles a minute. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. Your breath against his lips made him tremble.
Your lips met softly, and you sighed into the kiss. It’s been three weeks since you two had kissed, and you needed this. You needed the reassurance he still loved you like you loved him.
And of course he did, he never stopped loving you since the day you met. His lips felt soft on yours, warm breaths filling you both with tenderness. But most of all, it felt so natural.
His eyes kept closed, not wanting to disrupt the moment. He wanted to get lost in the moment, to forget everything in the world and focus on the way you made him feel.
Eventually, you pulled back, smoothening your hand over his hair as you stood up. “I’ll be in the kitchen, want me to help you get out and change, or do you think you can manage?”
“I wan’ yer help,” he said shyly, slowly looking up at you. “If ya dun’ mind doin’ tha’.”
“Of course, you wanna get out now or soak for a little bit longer?” You smiled at him while combing through his hair. He chuckled and nodded, he wanted to finish this up quickly.
“I wanna get out, then we can get ta cuddlin’ or somethin’.” He smirked, chuckling when you slapped his shoulder lightly. You went to drain the water before moving towards the counter to grab his towel. He followed after you, groaning softly as he stood up and walked over to you. His body shivered slightly as he held his arms up, letting you towel him off. You kept him warm and comfortable, his eyes trailing over the way your lashes curled, his muscles relaxing again as you finished.
You smiled up at him and pecked his lips briefly before handing him his boxers, seeing his eyes flicker with desire at the slight touch on his lips. He took his underwear and slipped them on, feeling butterflies swarm in his belly. You handed him some sweatpants, followed by his shirt. He pulled on his clothes, sighing on relief as he was fully covered again.
“There we go,” you murmured. “We can get to cuddling in a bit, you hungry?” You grinned knowing very well he was quite hungry after his trip. Your suspicions were correct when his stomach growled on cue, his head nodding curtly.
“Tha’d be nice…” he glanced down at you. “Then we can cuddle after?” You nodded and led him out of the bathroom, into the kitchen where you had set up a plate of bread and tomato soup. His eyes widened when he saw his plate of food, the freshly baked bread making a delightful assault on his senses.
“Smells amazin’,” he chuckled and sat down at the table, “ya made this?” He asked, dipping his bread in the soup and savouring each bite.
“Mhm,” you smiled warmly as you took your own plate and sat in front of him. You both sat in warm silence, enjoying each other’s company as you both continued to eat. He felt your warmth and love just from the way you cooked this meal for him.
“Thank you fer this,” he mumbled, finishing up his food. You hummed in response, taking both your plates over to the sink.
“It’s not much,” you shrugged as you washed the dishes. As you washed your dishes, Daryl’s mind began to wander. You cooked dinner, gave him a bath, helped him change, been so attentive and caring, but you didn't seem to want anything in return. He wanted to repay you for your kindness, for making him feel comfortable and safe in your hands. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he wanted to make you feel appreciated.
“We can cuddle now,” you turned to him, wiping your hands. He nodded lightly, his eyes roaming over your figure as he walked over to you. He felt pleasant with a sense of fullness, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you both walked towards your bedroom. You let him sit on the bed first, kissing his forehead. “Hang on, just gotta change into my slip.” He nodded, sitting at the foot of the bed while waiting for you to come back.
You soon emerged from the closet, wearing a deep red slip dress. His eyes locked on you and they widened at the sight, swallowing as you got closer to him.
“Ya look beautiful,” he breathed as you stood in front of him, his head tilted back to look up at you, placing his hands on your hips. You sighed softly when he pulled you onto his lap, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs, your body fitting perfectly with his.
“I missed you,” you whispered, a slight pout on your face as you let your fingertips rest on his cheeks.
“I missed ya too,” he whispered back, the feeling of being empty and lonely without you slowly ebbing away. He leaned in, kissing you gently. The intimacy finding its way into him again, the comforting feeling of your body on his was warm and welcoming.
You kissed him back, your hands moving down to rest on his shoulders. His hands moved from your hips, up to your waist, rubbing circles into your sides with his thumbs. He wanted to make up for lost time.
The atmosphere suddenly felt hotter, your kisses getting more desperate and intense while his hands moved back down to your hips. He pulled you closer onto him, pulling your body flush against his. You groaned into his mouth as you started rocking your hips against his, hearing him groan as well. The arousal between the two of you started to rise, the intensity of your grinding made your slip ride up. Daryl groaned at the sight of your full, plush thighs, his erection pressing against you. You were so delicate, but so eager.
Each movement you made, sent waves of pleasure up his body. His hands gripped tight onto your thighs, grunting against your neck as you pulled him close. The more you ground against him, the more your slip rode up and revealed your panties.
His breath hitched as you continued to roll your hips, he leaned back on his elbows and looked up at you. The way your lips were parted, the sight of your flimsy underwear eliciting a moan from him. His dick grew harder as his entire body trembled with arousal, placing one hand on your hip.
“Fuck… yer so sexy,” he bit her lip, pushing your slip up with one large hand. He sat up to fully remove your slip, tossing it onto the floor and immediately ravishing your breasts. You yelped, a hand moving to the back of his head as his mouth sucked on the flesh on your chest.
A soft breathy moan left your lips as his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, biting down gently. One of his hands moved to squeeze your ass, lifting you up slightly before directly placing you atop his erection. You whined at the feeling, squirming on him. He growled against your breast, squeezing the other as he lifted his head to look at you.
“Go on baby, do yer thing.” He whispered breathlessly, watching you grind down on him. Your panties shifted whenever you moved, letting him get a glimpse of your folds. He kept his eyes on your mound, reaching forward to rub circles over your clothed clit. You let out a mewl, biting your lip.
Evidence of your arousal quickly seeped through the thin fabric shielding yourself, smearing over his sweatpants the harder you grounded. Daryl let out a deep groan of approval, taking his thumb away from your clit and licking the wetness off of it. You almost felt yourself squirt right there but you held off, pushing him down onto his back.
He grunted at the gesture, grabbing your hips but grinning as you pushed his hands away. He just sighed and lay back, looking down as you got off of him to pull his pants and boxers off. He groaned at the feeling of his cock springing out, slapping against his stomach. He tried to sit up again but you wouldn't let him, instead pulling off your panties and sitting on his lower stomach. He smirked up at you, his gaze wandering up and down your body.
“Let me sit up, I wanna touch ya properly.” He chuckled, gaining a nod of approval. He quickly sat up, his hands on your ass as he shuffled you both onto the bed. He moved the pillows to the side and sat against the headboard, grinning cheekily at you. You giggled back at him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass. “Gonna take care of me?”
“You bet your ass I’m gonna,” you sneered, reaching behind you to run your fingers along his length. He hissed through his teeth, narrowing his eyes as he looked right at you. His grip tightened on your ass, a low growl in his throat as he waited for you to take this further.
You took the hint, lifting yourself up and grabbing onto his length firmly. Daryl’s breath hitched as he reached out to spread your folds with his thumb, licking his lips at how wet you were. His thumb drifted towards your clit again, drawing out a whine from you. He chuckled at your desperation, thinking he had the upper hand, but you quickly proved him otherwise.
Instead of sinking down on him like he thought you were going to, you ran his tip along your slit, circling your clit. You caught the way his eyes rolled back and his fingers twitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips. You smirked a little, letting his tip invade through your entrance, quickly pulling it out. He growled at your teasing, grabbing your hips and trying to push you down onto his cock.
“Nuh uh Dixon, patience.” You coaxed, caressing his hair. He grumbled, letting go of your hips and letting his hands fall by his side. You continued with the slight teasing, letting the head of his cock in and out, just the tip nothing more. He threw his head back, closing his eyes as his body trembled with the need to just flip you over and take you the way he needed. But he relented and let you do your thing.
You watched as his chest heaved with every heavy breath he took, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He closed his mouth at the gesture, sighing softly as the same butterflies swarmed in his belly again. The feeling of your love was too much for him, the tenderness of it all putting him at ease. At this moment you decided it would be a good time to slam down onto him, evoking a loud moan from both of you. His brows furrowed as he felt your walls flutter around his length, his hands squeezing your hips as to stabilize himself. He almost came right there, the both of you had been deprived of intimacy for three weeks. So you both knew this wouldn't last long.
“Jesus… fuckin’ christ woman,” he groaned. “Ya made me hit my head on the headboard.” You stifled a laugh, earning a glare from him. His hands played around the small of your back, leaning in to kiss you.
You met his lips with equal need, parting your lips to let his tongue slither in. The taste of bread and tomato soup lingering on his tongue. As you two made out, you tested the waters by inching him out slowly and inching him back in. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still closed by his face twitched before landing in the crook of your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his head, his arms wrapping around your back as you moved slowly. His breath was hot and heavy and you could hear the occasional whimper and whine from him whenever you’d swivel your hips. You let yourself go and let out your own moans, his hands dancing along your back as you rolled your hips.
Your clit rubbed on the tuff of hair above his cock, moaning wildly at the sensation. His lips kept busy as he sucked the skin on your neck, biting and leaving marks on the blank canvas. Your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling him tense at the feeling but not protesting.
“Ah… Dar,” you breathed. The nickname slipped off the tip of your tongue so naturally, you felt his cock twitch against your walls. His hands rested on your back, leaning back to then dive in between your breasts. He raised his hands to squish the two mounds of flesh together, kissing each nipple softly. You let out a breathless giggle, curling your fingers into his hair. He peered up at you through his eyebrows, licking up the curve of your breast and swirling around the nipple, his thumb doing the same to the other.
You sighed, throwing your head back and closing your eyes and you started to lift yourself up and down on his length. Feeling the way you contracted around his cock, hearing the hiss from his mouth. He let your breasts go, his hands drifting down to your ass once again. He gently guided you up and down his cock, biting his lip to muffled his moans.
Daryl’s hand came to rub your clit again, this time harder than before. Your hips jerked forward, whining at the sensitive feeling. “C’mon, ‘m gonna cum… wan’ ya ta cum wit’ me.” He groaned into your hair.
You nodded, your eyes still closed as you rode him faster. The way you tightened around him allowed you to feel every inch and every vein on his cock, the head brushing against your sweet spot with every rock of your hips. Your mouth fell open to let out whatever noises you could make in the moment, one of your hands on the back of his neck while the other remained tangled in his hair.
You rode him hard, the bed rocking with every movement and the headboard hit the wall a few times. Yet the sound of your moans reverberated through the room, your noises going straight to Daryl’s cock as he bucked his hips up into you. The way he did it allowed him to hit your sweet spot perfectly, and also threw you off the edge.
Stars were all you could see as your movements halted, your mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as you came. But he didn't yet.
“Fuck… ya came without me?” He growled, biting your shoulder before pushing you down onto your back and ramming himself in and out of your sensitive cunt. This time the cry that sounded from your mouth was louder than ever, your head thrown back while your hands dropped to your sides and gripped onto the sheets. Your walls clamped down on his length, the sensitivity too much for you as you felt a second orgasm rapidly building up. But the heat was too much.
Daryl’s hands squeezed your waist, letting out a shout as he came inside you, still thrusting himself in and out of you to bring out your second orgasm. Your eyes rolled back and your moan came out as a deep groan, this time fluids rushed out of your wet heat and spilling onto his thighs and the sheets, soiling them completely. He gasped, panting heavily as the sight. He couldn't resist and you felt a finger or two slip into you, the wet sounds totally erotic. He fingered you through the intense orgasm, groaning at how wet and slick you were.
You let yourself sink into the bed, closing your eyes, and his fingers eventually slipped out of you. His eyes stayed on your figure, the hickeys on your neck and chest, your pussy and thighs glistening with your wet arousal. You felt him kiss your lips softly, kissing your cheekbone before slowly leaving you on the bed.
You sighed and just lay there, naked and sprawled over the bed like some porno. But when you heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, you smiled and felt even warmer than you already did.
“Time fer yer bath,” Daryl’s voice made you open your eyes, craning your head to see him walk over to you. He smiled down at you before picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards the bathroom. You glanced up at him sleepily, pushing yourself up to kiss his jaw, his stubble prickly against your lips. He squeezed you tightly in response, kicking the bathroom door open and placing you in the warm bath. “I’ll be righ’ there ta join ya, jus’ gotta change the sheets.”
You nodded in response, leaning against the rim of the tub and closing your eyes. His hand came up to rub your head gently before scurrying out of the bathroom. You breathed softly, your stomach in pleasant knots at how much you adored your husband. Letting yourself soak in the warm water as your body felt lighter.
You almost flinched when you felt a body slip in next to you, Daryl was way too quiet sometimes. He gently maneuvered you so you sat on his lap, your back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, turning his head to kiss your neck softly. You smiled contently, snuggling into him as you both melted into the warm water.
“I love you,” you murmured hoarsely.
“I love ya too,” he responded just as gruff, squeezing you gently as he placed another kiss on your neck. You both sat in silent, just soaking in each other's love and warmth, his fingers rubbing your back to rid of the soreness he may have put on you.
“I’m hungry,” you mumbled and felt his chest rumble against your back as he laughed.
“I’ll heat ya up some of tha’ bread and tomato soup. How’s tha’ sound?” His whisper made you shiver delightedly.
“Sounds perfect.” You whispered back, and leaned against his shoulder.
warnings: 18+ content, lots of plot!!!!, reader shoots a deer, alcohol, little bit of tipsy sex, oral (male AND fem receiving), hair pulling, little talk about pregnancy, slight breeding kink…?, creampie
summary: daryls birthday celebration!!
A/N: birthday fic for daryl since its normans birthday 😋 also ive been doing a lot of established daryl x reader, lmk if yall want something different i just like the way husband/boyfriend daryl feels… probably wrote this on ovulation.
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“It's the uh sixth of January t’day,” Eugene read from his notebook.
“What!? Shit!” You ran out of the council hall, ignoring Eugene’s confused babbles.
Today was Daryl’s birthday and you completely forgot. To be fair, who was keeping track of time nowadays? Eugene was apparently. You bit your lip as you scurried back home, Daryl was out right now so you had time to collect something to give to him.
Maybe you could bake a cake? Not much to work with though… and he isn't a big fan of sweets. You walked up the porch stairs and walked into the house, kicking your shoes off haphazardly as you furrowed your brows in thought. You thought about making him some arrows, but you didn't have time to make them, nor did you have the material for them.
You walked into the kitchen, throwing open cabinets and pulling open drawers, scrambling for any sort of material you could use to make something. How old was this man turning? You wondered, pausing for a moment.
“Fifty… fifty…” you thought for a long moment, “not in his sixties for sure.” You shrugged and continued your search for materials. Judging by the years that passed he was probably in his mid fifties, the thought making you realize just how long you’ve lived in this apocalypse. You picked up some twine, closing the drawer and running up the stairs. It wouldn't be much but you decided to thread some of your ribbon and twine together as a little charm for his crossbow.
Daryl knew how much you loved your little miscellaneous rubbish, despite his complaints of finding buttons scattered around the house. He brought you back a little wooden box just for your stuff, it would convenience both of you. The box stood atop your nightstand, you flipped it open and plucked out a light pink ribbon, it was one you threaded into your hair occasionally. Daryl always commented on it so you figured maybe he’d appreciate it if he had something of you with him all the time.
You plopped down onto the bed and made a little pattern with the twine and ribbon, intertwining them together into a little bow at the end. He could honestly wear it as a bracelet if he really wanted to, but the thought of having a slightly feminine object amongst his manly crossbow was kinda cute.
You tucked the charm into the pocket of your jeans, grabbing your holster that was also on your nightstand and securing it around your waist. Your gun was placed in there along with your hunting knife that was gifted to you by Daryl himself. You made sure you were fit to go hunting before leaving the house, the only thing you had to do was find your husband now.
You hastily walked down the street towards the front gates where Rosita was keeping watch.
“Rosi!” You called out and ran the rest of the way, she turned and smiled at you, furrowing her brows in curiosity.
“Hey you, whatcha’ need?” She brushed off your shoulder, you just sighed and placed your hands on your hips.
“I need to find Daryl, it's his birthday. He come in yet?” You sighed, fumbling with your fingers.
“No shit?” She asked surprised to which you nodded, “nah he hasn't come in yet. Probably still around the usual hunting grounds.”
“I'm gonna go track him down then,” you muttered and clutched onto the handle of your hunter's knife. Rosita chuckled and moved to open the gate for you.
“Yeah you go do that, be safe.” You nodded halfheartedly and quickly walked out of the gates and towards the forest.
It was surprisingly clear today, you haven't seen any walkers yet. The sun was bright and the atmosphere was just generally, calm. It was a perfect day for Daryl's birthday. You found the markers that stated the hunting grounds and decided on tracking Daryl. He's taught you many of his hunting tactics so why not put them to good use?
This quickly turned out to be useless as Daryl was really cautious out in the woods, and he tended to take careful steps. Meaning, no tracks to track. You groaned as you stalked further into the forest with no hope of finding your husband… until.
Rabbit tracks. Knowing him, Daryl would be following after the rascal. So if you couldn't track his tracks, you’d track the rabbit’s. You kept your hunter’s knife in your hand to be wary of your surroundings, it was way too peaceful to be true. The rabbit had travelled far as you kept walking, and walking… and walking. Eventually you reached a clearing, and the rabbit’s tracks had stopped.
You groaned. You were hopeless. Of course you could always wait for Daryl to just come home, but you wanted to do something for once. Plus if you really did track him down, he'd for sure be proud. And you loved when he was proud of you. You thought about different ways to find him, but there was really nothing to do. He could’ve gone any which way out here, and with no other tracks to look at, it was a lost cause. That was what you thought until you heard the sound of what you believed were your husband's arrows being shot.
You quickly made your way towards the sound, making sure to stay hidden from his sight. After all this was supposed to be a surprise. The more you walked through the bushes, the more you could hear the faint sound of his footsteps. You peeked through the leaves of a bush and saw your husband looking around, he heard something, probably you. You ducked when his body turned in your direction, slowly standing up to see him facing the other before carrying on his journey.
You smirked, you felt like a spy dodging his glances and switching from tree to tree. You kept your distance to not get caught, staring at him from afar as he walked around looking for whatever animal he could get his hands on. The sun shone on his hair, highlighting the little specks of blond scattered amongst his brown locks. Those angel wings that hung from his broad shoulders surely displayed his character. Your eyes travelled down his arms, annoyingly covered by his shirt sleeves. His right hand held his crossbow idly by his side, the other holding that rabbit and his backpack. Daryl was beautiful, he didn't think so but you always reminded him.
You started to get closer to him, close enough to hear him grunt to himself as he sat on a log. You started to get closer from behind, holding your hands out to prepare covering his eyes. He placed his stuff down next to him and looked down at the rabbit in his hand, though not doing anything. Like he was expecting something.
You quickly covered his eyes, not feeling him flinch a bit.
“Guess who?” You taunted playfully, standing right behind him. You heard him snort, his shoulders shaking.
“If I didn’ know it was you, ya would've been shot dead a while ago.” He shook his head chuckling as you removed your hands from his eyes and moved around the log to stand in front of him, your hands on your hips.
“Jeez, you couldn't humour me just a little bit?” You frowned at his smug expression, he was playing around with the rabbit in his hands.
“Nah, ya gotta work on yer tracking. Could hear ya from a mile away,” he snorted seeing your annoyed expression while simultaneously looking you up and down. “Is tha’ my shirt yer wearin’?” You looked down at the shirt you were wearing, noticing how much looser it was on you.
“Yeah, I guess it is, why?” You asked while plucking a pine needle off of the fabric.
“Ya didn’ have any other shirt ta wear?” He furrowed his brows before stuffing the rabbit in his bag, his head tilting back to look up at you.
“I just grabbed a random shirt from my dresser, why? Would you rather I not wear anything?” You crossed your arms and watched as he looked you up and down again, saying nothing but raising his brows. You rolled your eyes, “don't answer that.”
“I ain’ sayin’ anythin’.” He raised both hands up defensively before patting down the spot next to him. You grumbled but sat next to him, sighing as you relaxed and lay your head on his shoulder. He hummed in acceptance, placing his hand on your knee. “So why’re ya ‘ere?”
You sat back up, you almost forgot the reason why you were out here.
“Right, shit.” You fished out the handmade charm from your pocket, holding it out in front of him. He chuckled, taking it from your fingers and taking a closer look at it.
“’s cute, this fer me?” You nodded in response and his lip curled into a smirk, “this tha’ ribbon ya put in yer hair?” You nodded again as he pointed to the pink ribbon amongst the twine.
“Thought it'd be cute if you had a little something of me near you when you're out, you can tie it to your crossbow.” You murmured shyly, feeling like a schoolgirl giving her crush valentines chocolate.
“I love it,” he smiled genuinely before grabbing his crossbow and putting it between his legs so he could tie it to the handle. “Perfect, but why the sudden gift? Ya dyin’ or somethin’?”
You chuckled, “well…” He sat up straight and shot you a concerned glance. “No, I’m not. I’m giving it to you cause it's your birthday.”
His concern flushed away with a look of confusion, his hand coming up to rub his chin.
“My birthday? How do ya even know?” He narrowed his eyes questioningly.
“Eugene.”
“Ah…”
He nodded, looking back down at the charm before looking back at you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you close, kissing your forehead.
“Well thank you, I ‘preciate it.” He rested his chin on the top of your head, stroking your hair. “My birthday, haven' had one in a while.. damn, ‘m fuckin’ old aren’ I?”
You snorted, moving out of his grasp to look up at him. “You're not that old,” he gave you a ‘yeah right’ kind of look. “No really! You look quite young for your age.”
“Sure thing, ya just like butterin’ up yer husband.” He sneered playfully, you punched his chest in turn while chuckling.
“We’re both getting old hun,” you sighed contently and leaned against his body, feeling him let out a tiny sigh of his own.
“Mhm, yer still hot as hell though.” You laughed, covering your face while you felt his body shake in silent laughter. “’m not lyin’.”
“I know you aren't,” you chuckled and sat up straight. “Okay but… you have to admit, I did somewhat a good job on tracking you.”
Daryl snorted and raised his brows at you, but immediately stifled his chuckle when you frowned.
“Okay, okay sure. Ya did do a good job, ‘sides scarin’ my deer away with yer big ass footsteps.” You groaned at his feedback, kicking his ankle gently. You looked away from him and felt a gentle kiss on the back of your head, his warm breath on your neck. “Nah seriously, ya did a good job locatin’ me.”
“Really?” You turned around to face him quickly, “mean it?” He chuckled as you beamed at him, nodding.
“Yes really, now ya wanna help me find that deer so we can all eat t’night?” He nudged you on your lower back, his fingertips grazing your ass. You glanced at him, noticing a cheeky grin before standing up.
“Sure, why not? Maybe you could help me track better,” you dusted off your backside and took out your hunter's knife. He stood up with a grunt, slinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his crossbow before leading the way.
“It went off in this direction, couldn’ ‘ave gone far.” He murmured lowly as he pointed towards the direction where the river was. You nodded and followed close behind him, wincing as you stepped on a few twigs. Daryl turned and smirked slightly, “alrigh’. Watch where ya step, find soft ground an’ take ligh’ footsteps.”
“I think that’s obvious,” you muttered and heard him snort, taking your hand in his.
“Look,” he pointed to a leaf on the ground with his crossbow. “Tha’s gonna crunch when ya step on it,” he looked at you to see if you were listening before continuing his tangent, “ya can tell if a leaf is crunchy if ‘s browned on the tips and edges. When the colour of the leaf is dull or muddy, it’ll be soft. So ya can step on it but ya have ta be careful ‘cause sometimes tha’s just the colour of the leaf.”
“Then what about twigs?” You squeezed his hand and swung his arm with yours back and forth while you two walked.
“Well those are gonna snap if ya step on ‘em obviously,” he rolled his eyes matter-of-factly. “Jus’ watch yer step, eventually you’ll be good enough at watching yer step tha’ it’ll just be second nature ta ya. Which is why I dun’ have to look down every time I take a step.” He nudged you playfully, watching as you bowed your head and took various lengths of steps.
Daryl chuckled softly, releasing his grip on your hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Dun’ keep lookin’ at the ground though, ya keep doin’ tha’ an’ you’ll lose yer prey. Or worse, you’ll run into a walker wit’ yer head down.” You scoffed and shook your head, grabbing his hand again while he continued to walk ahead.
You occasionally glanced down at your feet, but kept looking ahead to watch your surroundings. Eventually, you found some deer tracks and elbowed Daryl.
“Deer tracks,” you pointed with your knife. He hummed in approval and let go of your hand to fully grasp his crossbow, turning his head over his shoulder and nodded as a signal for you to keep following him. You pressed your lips into a thin line and proceeded to follow the archer, making sure to take lighter steps.
The deer quickly came into view, unknowingly chewing on some not so crunchy leaves. Daryl raised a finger to keep you still and quiet, before beckoning you with that same finger. You quietly moved next to him, the two of you crouching behind a tree. His blue eyes met yours, holding his hand out for yours. You gave him your hand and he flipped it over so your palm was to the sky, and then he placed the handle of his crossbow in your hand. Your eyes quickly widened and you shook your head.
“No, Dar! I can’t shoot this thing!” You hissed quietly, seeing his expression shift into an amused one.
“Yeah ya can, dun’ worry. I’ll help ya,” he took your other hand and guided it to the foregrip before grabbing your waist and maneuvering you in front of him. He kept his body pressed against your back, his hands on yours and mimicked your placement. Your breath hitched as he moved his head to rest over your shoulder, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear. “Now aim fer the deer.”
His whisper sent a wave of heat through you, closing your eyes to calm yourself before opening them again and following his instruction. Gripping onto the foregrip, your raised the cross bow slightly and aim towards the deer, hearing a low whistle of approval.
“Good, now can ya take a shot at it?” His warm breath hit your ear again and you nodded, his pointer finger over yours as you started to slowly pull the trigger.
THWACK
You flinched and widened your eyes to see the deer on its side, an arrow sticking out of it. Daryl chuckled and let go of you, patting your waist.
“Good girl.” The nickname made you shiver a little, hoping he didn’t notice. “See, I told ya you could do it.” He took the crossbow from you and slung it over his shoulder before walking over to the deer. You walked proudly after him, watching crouch next to the deer and finishing it off with his knife.
“I may have lost your deer earlier but I shot it,” you grinned as you placed your hands on your hips. He chuckled and stood up, kissing your forehead.
“Tha’, you did. Now carry my bag so I can lug this home,” you smiled to yourself and took his bag, slinging it over both your shoulders as he threw the deer over his shoulders. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, wishing you were the deer right now.
“Well now we’ll have something to eat for your birthday dinner, isn’t that right?” You chuckled as you both started walking back to Alexandria.
“Yer gonna cook me somethin’?” He raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “Ya already made me tha’ charm.”
“Of course I’m gonna cook you dinner, hell it’s your birthday. You deserve more than that flimsy ol’ thing,” you snorted while adjusting the straps of his backpack.
“Ya dun’ ‘ave ta,” he grunted. “Ya could just gimme a kiss an’ I’ll be okay wit’ tha’.” You laughed at his comment, shaking your head.
“But I want to,” he couldn’t argue with that logic. Instead he just sighed and nodded his head, the two of you continuing to walk in silence.
Daryl was in the shower while you pranced around the kitchen searing the share of deer you were given, making some venison steak for dinner. The smell of rosemary and lemon filled your nostrils as you stirred some mashed potatoes in another pot, the hiss of the meat cooking on the pan was delectable. You hummed while throwing some peas into the pot of mashed potatoes, along with some butter and salt before stirring it once more and turning off the stove. You checked on the venison which looked perfectly cooked, tasting a bit of the sauce left over and decided it was perfect.
“Really outdid myself tonight,” you hummed and turned off the stove completely before setting up some plates on the dinner table. You precisely plated the steaks on the plate, scooping the mashed potatoes intricately before drizzling some canned cranberry sauce over it. You smiled proudly and poured some red wine into some glasses before lighting up a few candles. After accessing your work you quickly ran upstairs to change into a little cocktail dress, still wanted to impress your husband after all. Speaking of, you could hear Daryl fix up in the bathroom so you hurried on. You fixed up your hair in the mirror and took one last glance over your body before running back downstairs, taking your seat at the table.
You waited patiently, letting him take his time to fix up. He wasn’t going to expect all of this, the dimmed lights and candlelit dinner, but you were ready to see his expression.
Daryl came down the stairs, his hair slightly damp and over his eyes. Your eyes trailed down his neck towards his button-up, which had a few buttons undone already, and he was wearing his usual pants. His head perked up at the smell of the delicious food, brushing his hair out of his eyes and taking in the sight before him.
You grinned cheekily as he stood there, mouth agape in shock. Catching himself, he smirked slight at you and brought his hand over his mouth, his eyes glazing over your legs.
“Thought you were jus’ makin’ me dinner,” he drawled lowly. “Didn’ expect a whole feast,” he gestured towards you. You laughed as he took his seat, his eyes still on you.
“Shut up, try your food.” You giggled as you pulled your chair in and cut at your steak, letting your eyes dart up to see what he thought. He looked down at his plate and picked up his knife and fork and cut into his, dipping a slice into the mashed potatoes to get a taste of everything before shoving it into his mouth. He groaned and leaned back in his chair as he continued chewing.
“Jesus christ, (Y/N)…” You giggled and took a bite yourself, groaning as well while leaning back.
“Damn, I’m good.” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine, Daryl sitting up to do the same. He swirled his wine a couple times in the glass before taking a good chug and swallowing the liquid.
“Mmh, yeah ya are.” He grunted and continued to eat his food. You smiled lovingly at him, his gaze drifted back up to yours. He chewed his food and smiled back at you, just as loving. “Ya look beautiful.”
“You do too,” you grinned and earned a snort of disbelief from him. “You are!” You giggled, causing his stomach to swarm with butterflies, the sound of your laughter bringing joy to him.
The dinner consisted of you two talking and giggling about old memories, sipping wine and sharing longing glances across the table. Eventually you both finished your dinner but remained sitting at the table and drinking your wine.
“Do you remember when I fell off the back of your motorcycle and you refused to take me anywhere for two weeks?” You giggled against the rim of your wine glass, your eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Sure do, an’ I didn’ take ya anywhere fer two weeks because ya broke yer damn arm an’ had to heal.” He crossed his arms and had a stern look on his face, but laughed nonetheless.
You just giggled and finished your glass, reaching for the bottle for some more but it was quickly snatched away.
“Not too fast,” Daryl chuckled, reaching for your glass and pouring it himself. “Thank you fer all this, ‘s by far the best birthday I’ve had in a while.” He handed you your glass back, brushing his fingers over yours as he did.
“It’s nothing… I just wanted to spoil you a little, even if it’s just a little.” You smiled and took a sip of the wine, your head starting to spin a little. He noticed and took your glass away, finishing the rest himself. You chuckled, “I wasn’t done with that.”
“I know, but I dun’ want ya completely drunk.” He took the plates and glasses and put them in the sink before sitting back down in his seat.
“Why’s that?” You leaned forward, grinning expectantly.
“’Cause I wanna be able to reward ya fer yer hard work,” he smirked and leaned back in his seat, manspreading like his life depended on it. “C’mere.”
As if you were in a trance you immediately stood up and wobbled over to him, your mind still hazy but you both knew what you wanted. He tilted his head back to look up at you, that same cocky smirk painted across his lips. He kept his hands on his thighs, and it was like a silent communication of what he wanted. You bit your lip and held eye contact as you kneeled down between his legs, his head cocking to the side as he looked down at you, bring one hand into your hair.
“Good girl… now I may be askin’ too much, but do ya mind?” He nodded towards his erection that was eagerly straining against his pants. You shook your head, bringing your hands up to unbuckle his belt. He grumbled graciously, his fingers curling in your hair.
You bit your lip as you solely focused on getting his pants off, feeling him lift his hips up a bit to make the removal process easier for you. You glanced up at him while sliding his pants and boxers off in one go, he grunted softly as his cock sprang out. His pants and boxers hung around his ankles as you moved closer, inspecting his length. The head was flushed red, and looked almost painfully hard as it twitched from the feeling of your warm breath brushing against it.
As you continued gawking at his cock, Daryl got impatient and took his length in his hand. Your drunken body felt even more turned on as you watched your husband stroke himself slowly, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip and hissing. You whimpered, biting your lip as you moved closer. The cold tile against your thighs was a good relief from your aching heat, feeling yourself get wetter the more you watched him.
Daryl brought his other hand to the back of your neck, bringing you even closer as he held his cock and guided it to your lips. You closed your eyes and let him run his length against your cheeks, giggling a little as he slapped the tip against your lips. He pushed the head of his cock against your lips which you quickly parted, letting him slide half his length into your mouth.
You both groaned at the contact, both his hands moving into your hair while one of your hands moved to hold onto the base. Daryl threw his head back and whimpered softly as you literally sucked on him once, pulling off to leave little kitty licks on his sensitive tip. He pulled your hair into a ponytail and tugged on it when you took him into your mouth again, rolling his eyes back as your tongue swirled around the tip. He let out multiple moans and whimpers of pleasure as you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t take with your hand.
You could feel him start to get close, by the sounds of his breathless whimpers and the way his grasp on your hair got tighter. You let go of his cock and braced yourself before fully letting him in, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. He moaned loudly, making a sound of protest and trying to pull you off of him. You didn’t budge and kept bobbing your head, gagging every time he hit the back of your throat. He whined breathily, his cock twitching in your mouth as he got closer and closer. Your eyes were teary but you kept going, wanting to taste his sweet release.
Daryl tugged your hair hard, groaning deeply as he came. Splurging ropes of warm semen into your mouth, you eagerly licked it all up, savouring the saltiness of his release. The sound and sight of him coming almost had you releasing yourself, reaching down to squeeze between your legs.
His hand released your hair and caressed the back of your head soothingly, as an apology for his rough tugging. You looked up at him as you swallowed the rest of his seed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
“Get up fer me,” he whispered hoarsely, grabbing onto your thighs as you obeyed. He stood up after you and pulled you against his chest, his cock stirring back to life as you felt it press between your thighs. One hand was on your waist while the other held your chin, tilting your head back to look at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip before dipping his head to kiss you deeply. He groaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue, your tongues wrapping together as you fought for dominance. Ultimately, he won and you let yourself be kissed aggressively by this man.
He placed both hands on your hips, pushing you back and pulling his lips off yours. Before you could think he turned you around and bent you over the dinner table, his hand immediately moving under your dress. You cried out as his fingers rubbed your wet heat over your panties which were well soaked by now, he kept his other hand on your lower back before pulling your panties off. He pushed the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, keeping you bent over on display for him. You didn’t hear anything for a few moments, the alcohol in your system making you hear your heart beat in your ears. Your knees buckled as you felt his tongue run along your slit, you whined slightly while his hands held you steady.
His tongue wiggled around between your folds, a soft cry escaping your lips every time he brushed over your clit. His lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it and you could feel him smirk when you cried out. He continued this motion, your eyes rolling back while the top half of your body lay flat against the table. His tongue was replaced by his finger, rubbing your clit harshly and making your leg tremble in sensitivity. You moaned loudly, the sound of your moans echoed through the kitchen while his tongue entered you. You gasped harshly at the intrusion, your nails scratching against the table as his tongue thrusted in and out of your wet heat. The warm feeling of coming undone was brewing up in your stomach, your moans ragged.
“Fuck… Dar I’m gonna cum,” you whined breathlessly. He didn’t stop, rubbing your clit even harder and causing you to arch you back and squirm against his face. His tongue remained inside of you as you came, your breath heavy while he licked up your sweet nectar. You sighed and lay your head against the table, your mind swirling with lust and haziness from the orgasm.
“Stay there,” he grunted as he stood up, rubbing the flesh of your ass with his palm. “Ya look so beautiful bent over fer me like this. Makes me wan’ ta fill ya up, put a baby in ya.” Your breath hitched, looking over your shoulder to see if he was serious.
“Really?” You whispered hoarsely, your eyes sparkling in want. “You want a baby?”
“Fuck yeah,” he grumbled, standing behind you while caressing your ass. “I mean hell, we’re both gettin’ old. I wanna be able to give ya a child before we can’t… will ya let me?”
“Yes, oh god yes Dar please.” You pleaded, earning a light tap to your bum as he bit his lip.
“Then be a good girl fer me and lay still, yer perfect.” He whispered, running his length between your ass cheeks teasingly. You bit your lip and lay your head against the wood of the table, panting in anticipation as he continued to rub his cock against you. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against your clit, spreading your folds so he could thrust along them. You both moaned simultaneously, the two of you relishing the slick feeling.
He pulled his cock back, circling it around your entrance before pushing forward, filling you completely. You moaned out in delight, closing your eyes and clenching around the length inside you, feeling your walls mold to his cock. He groaned, grabbing your hips and moving back and forth slowly. Your eyes rolled back, biting your lip hard as you felt every inch of his velvety skin stroke your inner walls.
His fingers surely were leaving marks on your hips from how hard he was gripping onto you, clearly holding himself back from taking you roughly. He kept the pace slow, his cock occasionally brushing against your sweet spot but not fully meeting it. You moved back to meet his thrusts, earning a moan of approval from your movements. It still wasn’t enough.
“Need you deeper,” you pleaded softly, the high pitched tone of yours making his hips stutter. One of his hands ran up your back, grasping your hair and gently tugging you, prompting you to come up. You obeyed instantly, pushing yourself up as he carefully pulled you back to his chest. Your back arched as his hand trailed down over your throat, holding you against his shoulder.
He pressed his hips harder into you, eliciting a light breathy whine from you as your back arched further. He continued his hard thrusts, turning his head to press kisses along your neck, his cock reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. You were closer to getting what you wanted, just one swivel of your hips against his was what got it. He slammed against your sweet spot, your jaw dropped and you closed your eyes as he kept hitting the spot. Your moans came out freely, his palm against your throat as you leaned back on his shoulder, mewling and whining loudly.
His grunts came in your ear, his breath heavy and hot as the both of you started to sweat from exertion. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed through the kitchen along with your whimpering moans and his grunts and groans. He let go of your throat and let you fall over the table, placing both his hands on your hips and thrusting with renewed intensity. His hips slapped against yours hard, his eyes watching your ass jiggle with every contact. He brought a hand up to grip your ass, pushing himself deeper into your pussy. The wet sounds of him thrusting in and out just filled you with more arousal, closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself in the moment.
You tightened around his cock as you felt yourself coming close to completion, the feeling of your walls tight around him made Daryl groan deeply. His hips stuttered but kept the pace, fucking you deeply and hard. It was clear he was also close as his grip on you became tighter and his movements got sloppier.
“Fuck, yer so tigh’… gonna fill ya up,” he groaned, thrusting harder into you. “Gonna make ya carry my babies.”
His words sent a chill up your spine, mewling out in pleasure and desire. “I want that… please…” You begged pathetically, your voice barely a whisper from all your crying and moaning.
“Imma give it to ya, dun’ worry baby. Gonna cum inside ya so deep,” he grunted, pulling your hips back in time with his movements. “Gonna give ya a baby, make ya a mama.” You whined in desire, clawing at the wood as your body trembled. Your orgasm quickly coming up.
You screamed out his name as you came for the second time tonight, rolling your eyes back as you did. You lay against the table while your legs struggled to keep you standing, his hips rapidly pushing in and out of you as he chased his orgasm.
“Shit, fuckin’ tigh’ as shit.” He cursed haphazardly, his balls tightening as they threatened to burst. “C’mon take it, take it pretty girl,” he shouted as he came, deep inside of you like he promised. He fucked you through his orgasm, groaning softly before pulling out.
Your entire body shook in sensitivity, your legs threatening to give out. Daryl continued to hold you up, watching your pussy drip with his cum. He reached down to scoop it back into you, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling.
“Dun’ wan’ this ta go ta waste now do we?” He taunted hotly into your ear, pulling your panties up and letting your dress fall over your ass. He slapped your ass playfully before pulling up his own underwear and pants, buckling his belt. “Now let’s go cuddle upstairs hm?” He chuckled lowly and scooped you up into his arms, his expression softening at your fucked out expression.
You looked up at him sleepily and nodded, pulling his head down to kiss him softly. He hummed against your lips, taking you upstairs.
summary: after a scare, the run group finally returns with someone new.
warnings: nothing really but basic twd stuff, probably boring filler as i reacquaint myself with this series :P
word count: 3.2k
a/n: new format! and long awaited chapter 5. not much to say besides i think i may change up the whole story i had planned originally since its been so long since i last updated this story... i wont go through the trouble of rewriting every chapter but lets just say itll feel a bit more different from now on :) hope you enjoy and thank you for following this series if you have been <3 ALSO im redoing my taglist for this series since it's been a while, so if you'd like to be part of the list please comment under the ARM masterlist!
Thwip
Your body jolted as you saw the flash of metal fly past your head, whipping around to see it jammed in a tree. An amazed laugh left your lips as you turned back to face Daryl, a barely there smirk on his face at the sight of your amazement.
“Daryl! You didn’t hit me!” You teased a little, the grin on your face widening while his faded immediately. The older man grumbled under his breath as he walked past you to pull the dagger free from the tree trunk, shoving the weapon into your hand.
“Yeah, yeah. Wish I did,” he joked and took the nudge from you before walking back to his spot about five feet away from the tree. “Now, show me wha’ ya learned.”
You rolled your eyes at his attitude and made a show of preparing yourself for the throw. Your arms stretched out in front of you, craning your neck side to side before getting into position. You really wanted to impress him since you haven’t been doing a good job—your throwing skills were, well, bad.
Daryl moved off to the side more than he needed to be, but to be fair, you almost nailed him right in the shoulder the first couple of times. With a deep inhale, your eyes focused in on the tree that he established as “the target.” Holding the handle of the blade in your hand with the intention to throw—let go—felt right. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were really glad Daryl found the potential in you to even consider training you like this because even though they weren’t living anymore, stabbing walkers didn’t feel right.
You lifted the dagger back towards you and snapped your arm forwards, releasing the dagger from your fingertips and watched as it spun swiftly towards the tree, splitting into the bark successfully. An excited yell left your lips before you could stop it, jumping up and down as you turned to Daryl with a huge grin on your face, “Daryl! I did it!”
He stood there with his hands on his hips, an amused smirk replacing his frown as he watched you celebrate your little “win.” “Yeah, yeah. Ya still missed.”
Your grin dropped immediately and you turned to look at the tree with your brows furrowed. Your dagger was indeed lodged in the tree which meant you had done it, so what was he on about?
“Wrong tree smartass,” he muttered with a soft tone, lifting his hand to point at the tree you both originally picked out to be the target. He was right. You had managed to perfectly throw the dagger, but somehow hit the tree to the right of the target. “Nice throw though.”
Your eyes followed Daryl as he walked over to grab the blade, a bit of pride flowing through you at his small praise. He wasn’t wrong, it was a good throw since it hit deep enough to get wedged in the wood, only problem was you had to work on your aim. You shook your head at the thought of possibly hitting someone instead of a walker.
Daryl walked back towards you and held it out, handle facing you. Your fingers brushed his as you reached out to take it back, noticing the slightest twitch in his fingers. He quickly turned away and grabbed his crossbow before looking over his shoulder, “should head back to camp, they’re probably gonna start making dinner soon.”
You let out a small huff, pushing your sweat-slicked hair back as you squinted up at the sun glaring through the branches. “Do we have to? I can still keep going…” you mumbled while wiping sweat off your forehead with the hem of your shirt. In all honesty, you just didn’t want to be forced to help with the dinner preparations.
“Nah,” Daryl grumbled, looking away at the glimpse of your stomach. “’m beat, plus I gotta clean my shit in the tent before Merle gets back.”
You couldn’t argue with that and just decided to admit defeat. With a slight nod, you put the dagger in the holster along with the other two. Daryl watched you quietly and began walking ahead once you were done, leading the way back to camp.
Your eyes once again wandered, following along the length of his shoulders, his skin tanned and dirty from all the time he spent in the forest. You didn’t deny your feelings for the man, but you also couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You barely know him and he had a few years on you, and he surely didn’t show any interest in you. Still, it made your miserable life a little more bearable.
The sun was warm, low enough that it was hidden and not directly burning into your skin. A content sigh left your lips as the warmth enveloped you comfortably, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine with every brush of the breeze. The leaves beneath your feet crunched and you could tell it annoyed Daryl—although he didn’t mention it this time—so you corrected your steps to be more careful.
The crunching usually annoyed him when you were hunting or if there were walkers around, but you wanted to make taking careful steps a habit incase you found yourself in a tough position. His shoulders seemed to relax at the silence, but he did look over his shoulder occasionally to make sure you were still there.
“Ya can walk next ‘ta me,” he murmured suddenly, slowing down a little. “It feels like yer followin’ me..” You snorted softly and stepped up beside him, your shoulder brushing his.
“Thought you were leading me along,” you teased lightly and nudged him with your elbow.
Daryl huffed in amusement and rolled his eyes, nudging you back. “Yeah well, kinda hard to when yer breathin’ down my neck.”
“Wasn’t doing that at all.”
“Sure was.”
The banter was fun when it was genuinely playful, but half of the time you couldn’t tell if he was seriously annoyed with you or not. Judging by the rare smile on his face, he was at least amused with you.
Silence fell over the both of you as you walked through the woods peacefully, the lack of walkers in this part of the mountains was nice and it almost felt like you were back to the old world. However, the lack of showers was jarring. You weren’t one to judge someone on their hygiene so Daryl was out of the question, but you couldn’t ignore the scent that was coming off of your own body—pure sweat and body odour.
It’d been a while since you had taken a nice hot shower. Of course it wasn't like you’d gone all this time without bathing, but the lake wasn't the same. You still made a mental note to wash yourself later, worrying that the smell wasn't just getting to you. You took a glance at Daryl, but it didn’t seem like he noticed and if he did, he didn’t care.
It didn’t take long before you two reached the tents and Daryl decided to part with you to get a head start of his “cleaning.” You didn’t mind and let him go, walking the rest of the short way to the camp.
Nearing the camp, you could hear a commotion and it didn’t sound good. You noticed Glenn and the others hadn’t come back from the run yet which was odd, it was nearing dinner time. Your stomach churned at the thought of something bad happening on the run.
Everyone was gathered around the RV, Dale standing on top of it with the radio in his hand. By the looks on everyone’s faces, it didn’t seem good.
“She’s my sister, you son of a bitch.” Amy glared at Shane before running off. You immediately frowned, sensing that whatever trouble the group got themselves into, it was evident that no one in camp was going to do anything to help.
Lori went after Amy, but before she did you stopped her, walking up from the woods. “Lori? What’s going on? Where’s the group?”
The woman before you stood with an uncomfortable expression, shifting her stance. Your frown deepened at her lack of response, you knew something had gone bad, but you needed confirmation.
“Well—” She started to conjure up some lousy excuse—probably to spare your wellbeing, but you weren’t having it.
“Tell me what the hell is going on!” You snapped, brows furrowing as the fear finally set in. The thought of something happening to them, the thought of them being in danger, or worse—dead. You could feel the tears welling up at the thought of losing Glenn when you had just found him.
Lori sighed sympathetically and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “It seems the group is… stuck at a department store.” Your eyes widened, shaking your head in a refusal to believe the inevitable. Lori shook her head at you, confirming your suspicions. “We can’t go after them.”
You frowned deeply at her response, your expression quickly shifting into one of disdain. Of course it wasn’t smart to go after the group, but your emotions took over. “No!” You yelled which now attracted the attention of the others, “we can’t just leave them to die! We sent our best to gather supplies, who is going to take over those roles now?!”
Lori’s solemn expression only made your anger worse, your head turning to the other’s who were standing by. “They volunteered despite the risks, sacrificing themselves for us! Is this any way to repay them?” Your eyes watered, the thought of Glenn and the others calling out for help as a last resort only to be abandoned without a word..
“We have to think of us,” Shane walked over, speaking down to you as if you were a child. “We can’t just risk our lives for them. Like you said, they knew the risks, now they have to deal with the repercussions. It’s unfortunate, but that’s how the world works.”
You screwed your face up to glare at him, shaking your head vigorously. “Fuck you.”
Shane’s face hardened and he took a step closer, placing his hands onto your shoulders firmly, muttering low enough so only you could hear. “I can’t help that your brother wanted to go, he got himself into this. We’ll wait and see, maybe they’ll find a way out, but until then, no one’s leaving.”
You grimaced and pushed him away, already heading back into the woods. You could hear Lori calling after you but you didn’t relent, your emotions too strong to allow yourself to think rationally.
The leaves crunched under your boots as your stomped through the forest, wiping tears from your eyes before they had a chance to fall. You needed to get away and calm down, but it’d be hard with the fact that your older brother was stuck in a walker-infested city.
You eventually made it to the lake, sighing in relief at the empty area. You had to calm down, and you desperately needed a bath. So, with one last glance around to make sure you were truly alone, you slowly stripped out of your clothes.
Relief flooded through you at the loss of your dirty clothes. You hadn’t had a chance to do laundry recently and felt far too embarrassed to let the other women do it for you, so you had been stuck cycling you clothes for two weeks now.
You stepped out of your undergarments and scooped your clothing into your arms before walking down to the water, slowly submerging yourself and your clothes. The cool water enveloped your body, cooling you off and finally washing off the grime and sweat off your skin. From the waist up you stood bare, opting to wash your clothes first. You probably should’ve brought soap but with the tense moment, you’d forgotten to.
Once your clothes began to smell less like sweat and more like the lake water, you wrung them out before wading over to a large rock to set them out to dry. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes before dunking your head into the water, fully soaking your hair before bringing your head back up. The cold water contrasting with the warm sun on your skin allowed you to relax a bit more, splashing some water onto yourself in attempt to clean yourself.
You sighed softly as you sat back against the large rock until you were submerged up to your chin, humming contently. It wasn’t until you heard a rustle that you opened your eyes and snapped your head towards the offending sound.
Daryl stood wide-eyed at the edge of the forest, holding his crossbow. For a moment you both stared at each other in bewilderment, and then you remembered you were completely naked under the water. You quickly covered yourself up with your arms and watched as Daryl spun away hilariously quickly.
“Sorry, I jus’ heard uh, somethin’.” He muttered, hearing you scramble out of the water. You didn’t say anything and struggled to get back into your clothes—which were still wet by the way. After redressing yourself you cleared your throat, causing Daryl to look over his shoulder cautiously. You stood at the edge of the lake, looking completely soaked from head to toe, your arms crossed over your chest. “I heard wha’ happened.”
“Seems both our brothers are gone for good, huh?” You muttered bitterly. Daryl didn’t flinch, walking closer to you but still keeping his distance.
“Ain’ gone fer good,” he mumbled, “they’ll find their way back. Merle’s strong and yer brother’s smart.” Your eyes snapped up at him, surprised to see him try to comfort you even though you both were in compromising positions.
You shifted awkwardly, your clothes slightly dripping. “You think?”
Daryl just nodded and looked back into the direction of the camp, “they’re about to start preparing dinner, if ya wanna go… and probably change yer clothes.”
“You’re not coming?” You furrowed your brows. Daryl wasn’t one to skip out on food, and certainly not one to pass on the offer.
“Nah,” he shook his head, “I saw a deer earlier so I’m gonna try and track it down. We’ve been runnin’ out of supplies so it’ll be good if I can bring it back to camp.” You nodded as it was a valid response from him, Daryl was very determined when it came to prey, and since a deer would be big enough to share with the rest of the group, you couldn’t argue much.
“Okay then, I’ll… head back then.” You murmured and he walked off with a small nod, leaving you alone again.
You looked over your shoulder to watch him go, hoping, even for a second, that he’d turn back to look at you. He didn’t, but you kept your eyes on his back as he walked across the perimeter of the lake and back into the woods. Once he disappeared beyond the foliage, you turned to head back to camp and change… and probably leave these clothes out to dry fully.
After finishing, you walked back to the main area where everyone seemed to have calmed down. In all honesty, you were still a bit pissed off, especially now that everyone was acting like nothing was wrong despite the fact that almost everybody agreed on leaving the run group to die. Still, you weren’t going to ruin your reputation by arguing, so you sucked up your pride and walked over.
Dale was standing on the RV on watch as always except this time he had a curious look on his face, and that’s when you heard it—you and everyone else. A car alarm.
Dale picked up his binoculars and looked out at the road. Shane got up and asked him what it was while you ran up to try and see what it was.
“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy stared up with hope.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Dale muttered and you could see a red car speeding down the road and up the mountain.
“What is it?”
“A stolen car is my guess,” Dale responded and the rest of the survivors gathered around the RV as the car finally slowed as it reached the camp, still blaring the car alarm.
Your heart jumped as Glenn stepped out of the car with a grin, and you immediately ran up to him. That was until he was bombarded with questions, the situation quickly becoming overstimulating as the yelling paired with the car alarm intensified. Glenn tried his best to answer everyone while popping the hood for Shane and Jim, turning to Amy to assure her that everyone was okay, but he did say, “well Merle, not so much.”
Shane went on to bitch about the alarm possibly catching the attention of walkers but you ignored him and immediately hugged Glenn once the chatter died down, feeling less tense as he hugged you back. “You idiot,” you mumbled into his shoulder.
Glenn hugged you back despite the scolding he was taking, rubbing your back before gesturing to the car. “Cool car huh?”
You snorted, rolling your eyes before shoving him away playfully. Another truck pulled up which took everyone’s attention once more. You smiled as the rest of the group poured out of the truck. You and many others watched as the run group reunited with their family, and you still stuck next to Glenn, feeling way more relaxed than you did an hour ago.
“New guy, he got us out.” You tuned back into the conversation, turning to Glenn who replied to Shane’s question.
“Hey, helicopter boy! Come say hello!” Morales grinned and you turned your head to see a weak looking man dressed in a sheriff’s outfit walk into view. “He’s a cop like you.”
The new man’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Shane and you came to the conclusion that they must’ve known each other.
“Dad! Dad!” Carl yelled, running towards the man. You gasped softly at the revelation as Lori and Carl hugged the man in pleasant disbelief, it was evident that this was Rick—Lori’s supposed late husband. Your heart warmed at the reunion nonetheless, tears welling up in your eyes at the sweet moment.
The others didn’t notice, but you saw the small glance Lori exchanged with Shane. Guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter, her family was together again, whatever they had going on was over.
“Where’s Merle?” You looked up at Glenn, wiping your eyes. His smile immediately faltered, looking away awkwardly as he scratched his head.
“Uh.. welefthim.” He muttered too quick for you to catch.
“What??” You frowned, turning to face him completely.
Glenn sighed deeply, looking around before lowering his voice. “We left him.”
All feelings of relief exited your body at the new information. They left him? You could care less about the older Dixon but Daryl would surely freak, and you weren’t ready to see what would happen when he did.
You stood there dumbfounded as Glenn left to help the rest of the group get ready for the evening, wondering what you should do now. Find Daryl and tell him? Say nothing? Whatever you did would only end up in a major problem.
So, you decided to keep quiet. Everyone was so happy right now, if you were to drop the news on Daryl, you were sure he would make sure that happiness would be short-lived. A small smile graced your lips as you walked towards the others to help out with dinner, pushing the thought to the back of your mind.
summary: pretty much trying to make Daryl jealous GONE WRONG !!!!
warnings: 18+ content, swearing duh, hair pulling, fingering, rough sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex, squirting, little bit degrading, some spanking,,,,
A/N: GOD this took way longer than it shouldve but writers block makes me want to shove my fingers in my eyes. anyway i hope this was worth the wait because i do not enjoy this as much as i should. BEWARE not fully proofread so i may come back to edit things im just so fucking tired and wanna get this out asap. also i personally dont believe that daryl would be the type to be this rough during sex but a guy can dream…
masterlist!
Daryl was never the jealous type, he trusted you and your decisions so there was no point in getting jealous. He had you, you both knew it. So when a certain man in Alexandria started pursuing you, he didn't pay much attention.
It sort of bothered you, feeling kind of guilty that you wanted your boyfriend to be jealous. You guessed it was just cause you wanted him to be possessive, but he wasn't like that. He cherished you, held you carefully. Sure he liked people knowing he was your boyfriend, but he wouldn't go as far as to mark you up or do something rash in public. That didn't mean he didn't care about you, hell he loved taking care of you and loving you. He just preferred to keep your intimate life private.
You were outside in the front yard tending to some flowers when the guy pursuing you, William, walked up.
“Hey, (Y/N).” He grinned down at you, making you have to look up at him. Squinting from the sun in your eyes, smiling.
“Oh hey, what brings you here?” You replying in a friendly tone, wiping the dirt off your knees before standing up and taking your gloves off. You could feel William’s eyes trail down your body and you mentally eye rolled.
“Just… y’know. Hanging around, taking a walk… Whatcha’ up to?” He murmured, clearly distracted.
You laughed sarcastically, “just fixin’ up these flowers. Couple of kids ran over them yesterday.” William nodded absentmindedly, staring at everything but your eyes.
“Uhuh… poor dog…” He mumbled, clearly not paying attention to anything you just said and it took everything in you to not just flip and slap him across his stupid face.
The front door opened, Daryl walking out with his crossbow on his back, covering those angel wings on the fabric of his vest. You looked up at the sky as if thanking some kind of god for sending Daryl to save you. Though to your misfortune, he wasn’t staying for long.
“Jus’ goin’ out huntin’,” he murmured gruffly and kissed your cheek briefly, nodding towards William before walking down the street towards the gates. Your eyes trailed after him sadly while your shoulders slumped, nibbling your lip to stop yourself from calling him back.
“Uh (Y/N)? I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to pick some berries later, I could even make you a pie with them if you’d like…” William broke through your thoughts and you thought for a bit. One half of you was telling you to say no, but the other half sort of wanted to make Daryl jealous. Or at least try. Ultimately you decided on the second option, this could be fun…. right?
“Sure, later then?” You smiled at William, watching as he looked down towards your chest again, a slight scowl appearing on your face.
“Mhm… I’ll pick you up later then,” he mumbled. You immediately broke out into a smile once he looked up at you again, you just nodded before turning towards your home. Your smile dropping once you entered the house.
The hard part was getting through the afternoon with William, the aftermath with Daryl would surely be the best part.
You sat in the kitchen, doodling in your notebook as you waited for William to come pick you up. Around this time Daryl came home, removing his muddy boots knowing how much you hated when he made a mess in the house before walking into the kitchen to find you with your back to him. You could feel his gaze trail down your body, keeping still particularly around your legs, which were shown off by the shorts you were wearing. Unlike William, you quite liked when Daryl stared at you like this.
You giggled once he came up behind you and wrapped you up in his big, strong arms. Planting soft kisses along your neck and exposed shoulders. “Mmmh… ma girl dress up fer me?” He grumbled, turning your chair around to get a closer look at you. You felt a sense of pride as he bit his lip, admiring your legs, more specifically your thighs which he squeezed affectionately. You weren’t wearing anything extremely extraordinary per se, but it was new to him. You usually covered yourself up for no particular reason, maybe it was your subconscious teasing Daryl since you knew how much he loved seeing you, every part of you. You were just simply wearing a lower cut tank top along with some jean shorts you pulled up in the back of the closet.
He grunted, moving his lips underneath your jaw and planting teasing kisses there, causing you to giggle, “I didn’t dress up for you… I’m going out.” You smiled, rubbing the stubble at his jaw with your thumb.
He jerked his head back slightly, furrowing his brows. “Goin’ out without me?” He snorted jokingly, running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp which elicited a soft moan from you. “Sounds like you wanna stay home wit’ me…” He huffed, kissing your neck again more forcefully. His hands squeezing at your sides as if trying to convince you to stay home.
You groaned, pushing him back, his hands sliding down to your hips. As much as you’d like to stay home and continue this with him… You were on a mission. And it was to make this man in front of you get jealous. It was like your one fantasy about him, treating you like you were nothing but his. Using you to satisfy his needs, fucking you roughly…
“Sorry baby, I promised to help…” He narrowed his eyes at the nickname but shrugged it off, instead frowning. Rubbing circles into your hips.
“Who ya goin’ with?” He mumbled, burying his face into your neck. Gently pecking any skin he could get his lips on. Your shoulders shook softly as you chuckled, your fingers in his hair.
“William, he asked to help pick berries so he can bake us a pie.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it.
“Err William, the guy you were talkin’ to earlier? The guy who has a painfully obvious crush on ya?” He furrowed his brows questioningly, was it finally working?
You rolled your eyes, “well yeah. That doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him though, right?” He narrowed his eyes, moving his hands down to your thighs and shrugging.
“Guess so, wha’s the harm in that?” He murmured, rubbing his thumb against the flesh of your thigh. A spark of warmth pooling into your stomach at the gesture, “jus’ be careful. I trust ya, I don’ trust him though. I see the way he looks at ya.”
You sighed, slightly disappointed you couldn’t wring out a bigger reaction from him. Nodding in understanding you responded, “yeah I know. But don’t worry he’s a good guy, I can see it.” You lied smiling, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. He squinted at your defending of William, but again he shrugged it off.
“Well alrigh’, have fun then.” He kissed your cheek, removing his hands from your thighs. The warm feeling leaving you with his hands. You stood up, closing your notebook and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him tenderly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back happily. His arms held you in place as his kisses moved down to your chin and onto your neck, softly suckling at the skin causing you to giggle and squeeze him back.
The knock at the door catches you both off guard, Daryl letting you go reluctantly after kissing your lips briefly. You sighed not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to if you wanted to see a jealous counterpart to your boyfriend. As you walked towards the door he gave you a small pat on your ass, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.
You grinned at him before opening the door, William’s eyes immediately blazing down your figure. You could hear Daryl snort behind you causing a smirk tug at the corners of your lips. Deciding to tease Daryl a bit you chuckled at William, “like what you see?”
William was caught off guard by your comment, obviously never hearing you give in to his advances, “oh yeah very much…” You smirked, nudging William playfully.
Daryl stood still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah you bring ‘er back before 7 pm. An’ don’ try anything’,” he said jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.
William straightened up, he was well aware of your relationship with Daryl but it never stopped him. “Of course… I’ll make sure she’s well… taken care off.” He hovered his hand onto the small of your back, you took the opportunity and placed his hand firmly on the area. Smirking at Daryl.
“I’ll see you later then…” You grinned, placing an arm around William’s shoulder. You cringed in your head, doing all this with William was probably fueling his desire for you. The thought sickening. But by the look on Daryl’s face, it was working. His eyes narrowed, nodding slowly while he nibbled the inside of his lip. He waved to you, keeping an eye on William’s hand on the small of your back while he shut the door to your house.
You sighed deeply now that you were alone with William, slowly moving out of his grasp discreetly. The man grinned at you which you returned with an awkward smile. Now for the hard part, actually hanging out with this guy.
After an agonizing 3 hours of picking berries while flirting with this guy he finally brought you home, after 7 pm, just so Daryl can get a bit more angry about that. You knocked on the door, hearing heavy footsteps come closer before Daryl opens the door.
“Hey… it’s like 8pm,” he murmured, kissing your cheek. You smiled, turning to William.
“Oh well I just had soooo much fun with William, he is such a great guy!” You exclaimed over enthusiastically which Daryl found odd but he shrugged it off, eyeing the man behind you. Who was licking his lips while looking down your back.
“Is that so…” Daryl mumbled skeptical of you two. The other day you were just complaining about how creepy this dude was, and now you’re talking him up like he’s the best person in this fucked up world?
Your eyes twinkled once you realized your teasing was getting to him, deciding to push it and hug William, reluctantly giving him a kiss on the cheek. He of course, hugged you back happily, his hand trailing lower down your back….
You gasped as Daryl grabbed you before William could touch you further. “Okay tha’s enough, goodbye William.” He grunted and slammed the door in his face.
You bit your lip in anticipation, looking up at Daryl who was fuming. “Hun…?”
“What the hell was that about?” He grumbled, pulling away from you. You tilted your head innocently, walking up to him.
“What do you mean?” You asked gently, running a hand down his chest. Which he grabbed forcefully, throwing it back.
“You think tha’s funny?” He growled lowly, his eyes glaring at you enraged. You chuckled, not taking this seriously because it was what you wanted. Stepping towards him with a seductive look on your face.
“Aww is my Daryl jealous?” You hummed playfully. He stared at you in disbelief, running his hand through his hair, a loud grunt escaping him as he paced the room. Your face dropped immediately, definitely not the reaction you expected.
“Tha’s what that was about? You tryna get me jealous? Yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me girl,” he spat agitated. You just stood there looking down at your fingers, not expecting this to backfire so badly. “Shoulda jus’ fucked him at that point. The asshole was practically fucking ya with his eyes.” He growled lowly, pacing around you.
“I didn’t mean to—” You started softly.
“Didn’t what?!” He yelled causing you to flinch, he rarely raised his voice at you. Just by this action alone you knew he really was angry, not just frustrated, pissed. Off.
“I just wanted to… get you angry,” you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Well ya did, happy?” He grunted, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. A stern look on his face, “I didn’ even care if ya wanted to hang out with the guy. But goin’ as far as to kiss and touch up on ‘im. Not fuckin’ funny. Especially when ya’ve been complainin’ about him all week, wha’s wrong with you?”
“I didn’t… actually kiss him y’know…” you argued softly, looking down ashamed of yourself.
“Not the point. It’s the fact that you, flirted, acted invitingly, and even kissed a guy on the cheek who’s been tryna get wit’ ya, invitin’ him fer more. Hence the way he almost grabbed your ass. You led him on, purposefully to get a rise outta me.” He said through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing.
You sighed, realizing how out of line you’ve been acting. Your own lustful desires leading you to act out stupidly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to go this far.” You whispered, looking down embarrassed.
He took your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Fury flashing through his blue eyes, his breathing heavy. “I bet,” he grumbled, harshly letting you go before walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. You stood downstairs, beating yourself up mentally for acting like an idiot. The door to your bedroom slamming shut as Daryl locked himself up upstairs.
You groaned, digging your palms into your eyes frustratingly. Not liking the outcome of this at all, instead you were left needy, ashamed, and with your boyfriend angry at you.
A few days passed and Daryl was still rightfully so angry at you, ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder. Still, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Was he really that angry?
You found your boyfriend outside on the front porch sharpening his knife, his muscles flexing slightly by the force he used. The longer he stayed angry at you the more desperate you got. You were practically aching for his touch, to feel him against you.
“Dar?” You said quietly, stepping out onto the porch. He didn’t turn his head but you could see his eyes shift up towards you, grumbling something you couldn’t quite make out before returning his gaze on his knife. You frowned once you realized he was ignoring you again, moving to sit down next to him, to which he immediately stood up and holstered his knife. “Can you just talk to me?” You sighed exasperated.
“Dun’ wan’ ‘ta talk.” He mumbled, stepping into the house. You followed him in, slamming the door behind you. Daryl spun around, glaring at you. “The fuck do you wan’?”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Can we just talk and be fucking mature about this?”
“Yer one ‘ta talk,” he grumbled under his breath to which you rolled your eyes at.
“I said I was sorry, I really am Daryl! But you’re being so unfair, you won’t even kiss me.” You threw your arms up before running your hands through your hair, all he did was roll his eyes and shake his head.
“Whatever, you pull tha’ shit on me then you get what you get,” he grunted before turning to head into the living room. You watched your boyfriend’s back angrily as he exited from the conversation.
“Fine,” you grumbled to yourself, stomping upstairs. If he wanted to play this game then you were too, wanting to see how long it’d take for him to snap. Rummaging through your closet you decided to put on a very, very short skirt. Wondering to yourself as to why you even have this in the first place, well first time for everything. You made sure to put on a pair of panties that you knew for sure would drive Daryl crazy, finally finishing the outfit with a tight fitting tanktop. After looking at yourself in the mirror you snorted, you looked ridiculous for sure but maybe it’d work.
You made your way down the stairs quietly, walking with a little sway in your step. Daryl wasn’t shy about his attraction to your body, he loved having his hands on you so you were curious to see what he would do seeing you like this. Especially having not touched you for days now. You moved swiftly into the living room where he was sitting on the couch smoking, you felt his eyes immediately shift over to your body, a shift from where he was sitting.
“Wha’ are ya wearin’?” He grunted, his voice a slight rasp while he looked you up and down. You turned to him, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.
“It’s a little hot today… s’all.” You chuckled, moving towards the disc rack. It held a lot of cds for music, the two of you never played anything because of how outdated it was but you went over to look at it anyway. Hearing the way he choked once you bent over to check out the bottom of the rack. You moved onto your knees, reaching under the rack to grab, nothing. There was nothing under the rack, but his breathing was getting heavier and you knew he would give in soon.
You sat on your knees, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Smiling once you met his eyes, he was already looking at you with parted lips. His cigarette sat between his index and middle finger, nothing but a mere object as he already forgotten about it. His leg crossed over the other while his eyes started at your own, slowly moving down to your lips. Then the swell of your neck, down your back, and of course over to your ass which was peaking out from under your skirt. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the lace fabric of your panties, contrasting beautifully with the colour of your skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, from the look in his eyes you knew he was aroused. You just had to push him further to get him to actually act on it…
You stood up slowly, making sure to flash him a little of your panties. He coughed, putting out the cigarette as you walked up to him. Slow and seductive. However he kept his eyes ahead, you would’ve scoffed if you were still in a mood but you were far too aroused to do all that. He was stubborn and you praised him for it, after all you were both the same. You lightly traced your fingers up his forearm, towards his bicep, and then over his shoulder. Standing behind him as you leaned down next to his ear, “what’s that look for?” You whispered low and sultry.
“Wha’ do you think yer doin’?” He murmured quietly, his breathing shortening. You smirked, placing a soft kiss under his ear, his breath hitching as you do that. “(Y/N).” He said lowly, your hands moving from his shoulders and down the front of his chest, slowly making your way down to his belt. Looking over his shoulder and noticing the huge bulge in his pants, a sense of pride flowing through your body at the effect you had on him. He uncrossed his legs due to the tightness in his pants, groaning softly as your hands moved down towards his thighs, teasingly avoiding his erection.
“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder back onto the couch. His breathing shallow and hot while one of your hands moved towards the erection.
“Don’t.” He muttered, grabbing your wrist. He flicked your hand back away from his crotch, suddenly getting up and turning to face you. His eyes were narrowed and full of fury, but most importantly. Lust.
His piercing blue eyes looked at you with a hungry gaze, stepping around the couch to stand closer to you. Nibbling the inside of his lip as he stared at you, especially your exposed thighs. He abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly, causing you to shout out in protest. “Daryl! Put me down!”
”Shut it.” He growled lowly which for sure shut you up quickly. He moved through the house with ease, walking up the stairs and making his way towards your shared bedroom. His fingers dug into your thighs possessively which drew out your excitement even more, wondering what he would do to you. He walked into the bedroom with you over his shoulders, shutting the door with his foot and throwing you onto the bed, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your eyes were wide when you met his own, his jaw clenched at the sight of you laying on the bed in the provocative outfit. He grunted, crawling onto the bed and up to you. Rough and calloused hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushed them apart, a raspy groan leaving his mouth as he saw your soaked panties. “This whatcha’ want?” He murmured with a hint of amusement, running a finger over your slick covered panties.
“Daryl,” you gasped, closing your eyes. His free hand shot up to grab your face harshly, your eyes opening in shock.
“You look at me, ya ain’t gettin’ outta this one easily girl.” He drawled, letting go of your face as he removed his finger from your panties, “and I don’ wanna hear a word from tha’ pretty little mouth of yours unless I say so, ya hear me?” You nodded slowly as you met his intense gaze.
“Good girl,” he murmured which had you throbbing around nothing. His hands grabbed at the collar of your tanktop, ripping it off your body easily. You gasped, wanting to scold him for ripping it but you kept quiet as to not anger him even more. His eyes rolled back in arousal when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath the top, “such a fuckin’ tease.” His hands groped at your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch as you let out a quiet moan. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on one of them, licking around the bud before biting down harshly. A loud groan left your lips, causing him to growl and pull away.
Your eyes searched for his while you panted softly from the loss, his hands gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips and lifting them up so your ass hung up in the air. “Hold yerself up baby,” he grunted. You did as you were told, placing your hands underneath you and onto the bed while pushing yourself up so you were on your hands and knees. Blushing profusely from the position you were in, trying to turn your head to look back at him. He slapped your ass once, a groan escaping you at the contact before his hands started pulling off your skirt, tossing it onto the floor haphazardly leaving you in your lace panties.
He sat up on his knees, teasingly running two fingers over the waistband, lifting it off your skin only to let it go and have it snap against your hips. You jolted slightly, one of his hands rubbing your ass softly before slapping it again. He leaned closer towards your ear, biting your earlobe before whispering gruffly, “don’ think ‘m gonna be gentle tonight. No, you got yerself into this.”
You whimpered as he pulled away, a big hand grabbing at the crotch of your panties and ripping them apart. The same hand running its fingers through your slick causing you to moan, your arms shaking momentarily. It didn’t take long before two thick fingers plunged themselves into your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out, “Daryl! Wait!”
“Shut up,” he grunted. Forcing his fingers in and out of you roughly, the pain mixed with pleasure only made you wetter, groaning softly. The obscene noises of his fingers thrusting into you at that speed echoed through the small space of your bedroom, your moans getting louder as you got closer to your orgasm.
But just as you were about to reach that sweet release he yanked his fingers out of you, bringing them up to you and shoving them into your mouth. Immediately your tastebuds were met with the taste of your own arousal, “suck.” He growled lowly to which you obliged, sucking on his fingers that were covered in your juices. He groaned as your tongue slithered between his two fingers in your mouth, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.
He removed his fingers, moving behind you once more and giving you a little tap on your bum. While you kept your head straight forward, looking at the wooden headboard. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, soon pulled out of his belt loops. You breathed heavily out of your nose once you heard the sound of the belt being tossed aside, hitting the floor with a slight thud. The heat pooling between your legs was getting hotter, throbbing with need as you waited patiently. Your arms were burning from holding yourself up while your stomach swirled with anxiety and excitement.
You heard him shuffle behind you, his pants soon joining the rest of the garments on the floor. His eyes were on you the entire time, though you couldn't see it, you could feel it. By the way his breathing deepened seeing your pussy clench at nothing, the way a low purr sounded from the back of his throat, and the way your skin burned from his lustful gaze. When it got a little too silent you turned your head back, you eyes immediately meeting his. He peered at you through his eyebrows, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up over his elbows. Biting your lip when you saw his forearms, sprinkled with random tattoos here and there. Ones you’d kiss over when he'd make gentle love to you, but it would be different this time.
You couldn't look any lower from the position you were in, settling to look back at the headboard. Which had definitely seen better days. A small gasp left your lips when his large hands suddenly grabbed at your hips, engulfing them completely. His touch wasn't gentle. His calloused hands rubbed at your hips harshly, squeezing and pinching your sides resulting in you mewling softly from the tinge of pain. Suddenly, a slap sounded through the room as his thick cock landed on your ass. A low groan escaping him as he slowly rocked himself against you, rubbing his length between your asscheeks.
“Daryl….” You whined, moving your hips back against his cock. His hand made contact with your ass again, the slap echoing through the room as he pulled his cock away from your ass.
“Wha’ did I say?” He drawled lowly, rubbing the area he just smacked, spanking you once more causing you to jolt. “Answer me.”
You whimpered at the sting, your skin turning a bright red. “No speaking unless asked…”
He spanked you again on the same buttock, eliciting a moan from you this time. “See? Ya know the rules so why do ya not listen?” He tutted you, hitting your other buttock. He sighed, placing his thumbs on the folds of your pussy, spreading them and teasing a finger at your entrance. Just circling it around, not entering you. “Yer such a bad girl.”
You whined, trying to push back on his fingers, desperate for something to ease the ache in your core. He pulled back once again, slapping your pussy. The action sending a wave of pleasure through your body though it was harsh, a quiet mewl slipping out your mouth. Your arms were slowly getting tired of holding yourself up, moving down to your elbows which made your back arch. He grunted, running a hand down your back and into your hair before suddenly gripping it, pulling you up harshly against his chest. You cried out in pain, his lips against your ear while his fingers remained gripped in your hair. “Yer not listening again. I told ya to hold yerself up, so do it.”
He threw you back down, your eyes teary as you placed your hands down again to hold yourself up. His hands found place on your hips again, the rough feel of his palm against your skin made you shiver. One hand left you to grab his cock, teasing it around your clit. “Ya wan’ me to fuck ya, don’cha?” He murmured teasingly after hearing your impatient whines. He chuckled, finding your desperation amusing. “This is wha’ ya wanted, isn’ it?” He slapped the tip of his cock upwards against your clit, your wetness only fueling the sensation further.
“So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured, circling his tip around your entrance. The longer he teased you, the more you were willing to speak up. You moved back on him, his cock slipping into you slightly before he hissed and pulled out.
“Jesus fucking christ can you just fuck me already?” You snapped, earning a spank from him once again. You groaned, already sick of his teasing. “Daryl if you don’t—”
He suddenly shoved his whole length into you, the stretch painful as he started thrusting in and out of you hard. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, crying out. “If I don’? Yer just gonna find someone else to fuck ya?” He growled gruffly, his hips snapping against yours.
Pleasure soon overpowered the pain, a loud moan ripping itself out of you. He groaned in response, squeezing your hips as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, making an erotic symphony that heightened the both of your arousals. “Not gonna answer me? You’d jus’ let anyone fuck ya huh?” He grunted, the tip of his dick hitting closer towards your sweet spot.
You cried out once again, tears of pleasure brimming at your waterline, shaking your head at his question. Your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets below you, your biceps burning which made you just want to drop down onto the bed while he fucked you senseless. His fingers found themselves in your hair again, tugging you upwards so your back was against his chest, growling into your ear.
“Wha’ was tha’? You’d let anyone fuck ya, righ’?” He grunted, thrusting up into your sweet spot, eliciting a loud whine out of you. “Yer such a filthy slut, ya know tha’?” He bit at your neck, leaving a mark that was going to be hard to cover.
You clenched around his cock at his words, shaking your head slightly while he tugged your head back further against his shoulder. “No…” You moaned weakly, the pain from him pulling your hair was even more arousing than you thought. The tears in your eyes spilling over and down your cheeks.
“Yeah yer mine… This pussy?” He mumbled, reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arching as you cried out in ecstasy. “This pussy is mine, only mine ya hear me?” He let out a primal growl, tugging your hair once more.
“Yes! Yes Daryl only yours!” You cried out pathetically, your walls clamping down on his cock as it moved in and out of you at a punishing speed. He grunted approvingly, releasing his grip on your hair which caused you to fall over, landing straight onto your face into the pillows. His hands then gripping at your ribcage, just under your breasts as he pounded deep into you, hitting that same spot over and over again. “Fuck… Oh shit, Daryl..” You whined into the pillows, the bed creaking under the movements.
He pulled you up again, his hands still under your breasts while he whispered in your ear. “Ya gonna be a good slut for me now?” He grunted lowly, you nodded vigorously as moans continued to escape your mouth. “No one can fuck you like I can.” And with that he held you just enough to push himself deeper into you, making sure you feel every inch of his cock invading your tight heat.
The small space of your bedroom soon shifted into a safe, intimate haven in which you two created. Full of your moans and his grunts, skin slapping against skin, while the bed rocked under your movements. You felt a familiar feeling building up and you knew you were close, clenching around him as your moans got whinier and breathy.
He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him, thrusting deeper into you. You whined at the feeling, anticipating the soreness you’d feel in the morning. “Daryl…” You whined, “I’m gonna cum.”
He growled, pulling you up against his chest again, a hand near your throat while the other moved between your thighs. “Ya really think ya deserve to cum?” He groaned, his breathing a little ragged from his own orgasm building up. His fingers moved to play at your clit again, tugging it as he thrusted sloppily into you. “Go on.”
You mewled softly, turning your head to his. He grunted, his lips meeting yours messily. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the depths of it while bringing you both closer to the edge. You bit his lip, earning a whimper from him as your walls clenched around his cock, reaching your climax. His hands jumped up to your breasts while you screamed in ecstasy, pulling your nipples while speeding up his pace.
Your back arched, the pleasure getting overwhelming as he continued to delve deeper, abusing that sweet spot inside of you. “Fuck! Daryl too much!” You cried, reaching back and grabbing his hips. But it didn’t stop him.
“I told ya, ya aren’ gettin’ out of this easily,” he grunted, his hips maintaining his pace while you felt something else squirt out of you. The slippery liquid slipped out of your pussy, slithering down the base of his cock and onto the bedsheets. A rough moan tearing through your throat before collapsing down onto the bed, feeling him pump his cum into you.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, stilling inside of you as he emptied out inside your cunt. He chuckled, pulling out of you and letting the rest of your body fall onto the now wet sheets. “Haven’t seen ya do that before,” he sighed, patting your ass before falling down next to you. “Ya got wha’cha wanted?”
You looked at him tiredly, the tears on your face dried, your voice too hoarse to even respond. Settling for a gentle nod and a small, “I win.” He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back and closing his eyes. He was also extremely exhausted.
You lay there, unable to move and felt his cum slowly drip out of you. It almost felt uncomfortable but you couldn’t be bothered to get up and clean yourself, wanting to lay there and sink into the sheets. You sighed contently, scooting closer to him and burying your face into his chest. He grumbled, his arm wrapping itself lazily over your waist. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you felt the rush of satisfaction. Sure you were going to feel absolute pain once you woke up, and maybe you wouldn’t be able to walk or speak for a while. Nevertheless you had finally got yourself fucked rough by a jealous Daryl, who was no longer mad and pushing you away. The issues led up to something amazing for the both of you. Maybe you should get him angry more often.
warnings: 18+ content, carol being daryls wingwoman, daryls crazy shy and a loser (lovingly), second person but also you see a lot of daryls thoughts, shacking up, fingering, p-in-v unprotected, little bit of overstimulation, honestly this is just bad i apologize.
summary: daryl asks you out for valentines’s day.
A/N: smut fic and chapter 4 of a rugged muse will be up soon!!!!!! im dead ass extremely soryr this took me a week so ignore the fact that this fic is ass i am stressed out of my mind. i have so many fic ideas GENUINELY but i think i just make a lot of wips and then forget… and please please dont think im abandoning a rugged muse, school has just been really stressful on top of other stuff and im trying my best to shit out stuff for yall to read.
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“So are you asking her out for Valentines?” Daryl’s head turned to the grey haired woman who was baking up whatever she could make out of flour… and water. Carol raised a brow at him to which he scoffed, shaking his head and returning his attention to cleaning his arrows.
“Dun’ know wha’ yer talkin’ abou’,” he grumbled, kicking his feet up onto the counter. Carol sighed, swatting his feet off.
“Come on, I see the way you look at (Y/N).” Daryl glared at Carol and sat up straight, huffing.
“’s not like tha’,” he watched her stir the flour mixture with a look of curiosity and disgust. The woman rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself, finally adding some sort of seasoning to whatever she was making.
“She likes you too,” Carol hummed while grabbing a dish to pour the concoction in. Daryl sighed, leaning back in his chair as he thought it over. There was no way. No way that you would see him like that, he was just a sleazy red neck. You were completely out of his league, you two were too different.
“Nah,” he shook his head and stood up, taking his arrows before making his way to his basement bedroom.
“Just think about it!” He shook his head as he heard Carol call after him, walking down the stairs and into his bedroom. Daryl threw his arrows onto the couch, taking his vest off while entering the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and frowned. No way.
You were too sweet, so full of life. So pretty, so soft spoken. Compared to him you were an angel. You liking a guy like him was close to impossible. Nevertheless, Daryl looked into the mirror, trying to crack a smile.
“Hey…” Daryl’s cheeks flushed, this was stupid. His hands landed on the edge of the sink counter, dipping his head down as he tried to compose himself. He looked back up, trying a soft smile this time. “Do ya wanna be my Valentine?” He groaned and stepped away from the mirror, “bullshit.”
Daryl frustratingly stepped out of his clothes and into the shower, turning the tap on cold. He closed his eyes as he let his thoughts run around in his head. Asking you out would be nice… but so embarrassing.
His shower ended quicker than anticipated, his towel hanging over his shoulders as he left the bathroom. He picked out a black button up and some clean pants, so basically his usual attire. He ruffled his hair in the towel before tossing it into the hamper, and made his way back upstairs.
His hair was still damp and hung around his eyes as he walked into the kitchen where the fresh smell of bread filled his nostrils.
“Ya made bread?” Daryl furrowed his brows as he grabbed a glass of water, hearing Carol snicker.
“I did, someone’s here for you.” Daryl placed his glass down, turning to her. His eyes quickly met yours and he immediately brushed his hair back, cursing silently to himself.
You looked perfect just sitting there at the counter, your eyes wide as you took in his appearance. It made him feel slightly insecure to be quite honest, but he also noticed how there was some sort of admiration in your gaze. You both kind of stared at each other, just taking each other in. Carol watched this whole thing, clearing her throat.
“Okay… I’m gonna let you guys do your thing, bread’s still hot so don’t eat it.” Carol winked at Daryl before exiting the kitchen. Daryl practically rolled his eyes at the wink but quickly recovered. He looked back over at you, noticing how you rubbed your hands together. He knew that was some sort of grounding technique you used when you were anxious, so why were you feeling anxious right now? He rubbed his chin, and grabbed his glass while walking over to you. You straightened up, offering him a soft smile. His adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, and sat down next to you.
He discreetly looked you up and down, but you noticed, and it made you even more anxious. Daryl took a sip of his water, unsure if he should speak first.
“So—”
“I wan—”
You both spoke at the same time, reverting back to awkward silence. Daryl huffed, drinking more water and felt slightly more self conscious about how loud he swallowed. You on the other hand, stared off to the side, wishing you also had some water to wet the dryness in your throat.
“You first,” Daryl rasped. You slowly turned back to him, your thoughts vanishing from all you wanted to say to him.
“Um,” you cleared your hoarse throat. “You first, I kind of… forgot what I was gonna say.” You lied, you literally were going to ask him out for Valentines. As cheesy as it is, you both being grown adults, but still… it’d be nice.
Daryl froze, is this the time? He watched you carefully, giving himself the benefit of the doubt. He gulped down the rest of his water, taking a deep breath before opening his mouth.
“Wanna be my Valentine?” He cringed mentally as the words slipped out his mouth, regretting it entirely. “Or don’ I was jus’ jokin’… or somethin’ I don’ know.” He looked away, the tips of his ears red. You almost chuckled at his embarrassment.
“Yes.”
Daryl’s head snapped back towards you, his eyes wide. You sat there and smiled at him while his mouth was agape. You could almost see his thought process, but his eyes were dead set on you. You tilted your head, waiting for him to respond with a cheeky little grin playing on your lips.
“Jokin’?” He asked to which you shook your head, still with that same cheeky grin. Daryl said nothing, finally breaking eye contact and rubbing his chin. “Serious?” He asked to confirm once again.
“I’m serious,” you laughed, his heart swelling at the sound of your sweet laughter. “I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing,” his jaw dropped at your last statement. Maybe he was as oblivious as Carol said he was. You laughed at his expression, reaching out to nudge his knee.
“Well shit,” he laughed unbelievably. “Okay then, I’ll pick ya up tomorrow?” He felt hazy just looking at you. He couldn’t imagine someone like you looking at him like that, shot by cupid’s arrow.
“Yeah, sounds nice.” You smiled again. He felt the butterflies in his stomach seeing the skin around your eyes crease when you smiled, and he almost reached out to caress your cheek. You stood up before he could and his head raised as you went. “So, I’ll see you?” Your head turned over your shoulder to look at him as you walked towards the door.
Daryl swallowed, standing up to move over to you. “Yeah,” he breathed and looked down at you. His heart thumped in his chest as he stared at your lips, watching them curve into your signature smile. He so desperately wanted to know what they felt like on his, if you wanted that is. You chuckled, lifting a finger to his lip and tapping it softly. He wanted to throw up at your touch, in a good way of course, stumbling back unexpectedly.
“See you then, Valentine.” You winked and left the house. Daryl stood there dumbfounded, his stomach all twisted in knots.
“Told you.”
Daryl frowned as he turned to see Carol leaning on the wall behind him. He rolled his eyes and walked by her, nudging his shoulder into hers.
“Shut up,” he mumbled as he walked back downstairs into his bedroom. He needed another cold shower.
“Ya have ta shoot me or somethin’, I can’ do this.” Daryl grumbled into his hands while Carol paced the empty space around his bed.
“You seriously have no idea where to bring her?” Carol mumbled, staring down at the archer as he groaned and rolled around the bed. It was honestly a delight seeing her friend so distraught over this, the most she’d seen him utterly swooned.
“No, wha’ the hell I don’ look fer these things..” he groaned while Carol walked up to the side of his bed and smacked his head. He swatted her away, pulling the blankets over himself.
“What about that cabin by the lake a few miles out the gates? You could probably take her on your bike and… shack up.” Carol chuckled, grabbing the blanket and throwing it off him. He glared at her, sitting up.
“We are not shacking up.” He grumbled, “’sides, I don’ think she’ll like it.” Carol snorted, nodding reluctantly.
“I’m sure she would, especially if you stayed the night at the cabin.” Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes as he got up and thought it over. Carol watched him pace the room, rolling her eyes as she walked up to his dresser. Daryl turned his head to watch the woman rummage through his clothes, biting back a snarl as she tossed clothes out haphazardly. “Jesus christ you have a lot of… the same clothes.”
“Doesn’ make a difference wha’ ‘m wearin’,” Daryl shrugged as he walked up to her, and the two of them stared down as his identical articles of clothing. Carol huffed, side eyeing him.
“It does actually, you have to look all neat and clean for her. Shows you care about her,” Carol picked out a pair of dark wash jeans and another black button up, but at least one that had minimal rips and wrinkles. “Here, this should be good enough.” Daryl looked down at the outfit she set out, grabbing the clothing.
“Ya gonna clean this mess up or wha’?” He gestured to the heaps of clothing on his bed. Carol rolled her eyes as she pushed him into the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah. Go change, your girl is waiting.” Daryl swallowed thickly at that comment, he felt his stomach swirl with all kinds of emotions. Excitement, fear, and nausea swarmed his stomach and he had to lean over the sink to ground himself. He had never felt this anxious before in his life. Sure he’d been on dates before, but this was different somehow. It was you he was taking out. You that he had a little school boy crush on.
Daryl ran his fingers through his hair nervously, quickly changing into the clothes Carol picked out for him. The shirt was quick tight on him and he had to pop a few buttons so he could breathe, was this the appeal he was going for? He groaned in embarrassment as he looked at himself, why was he so nervous? He wasn’t usually like this, at least not until he realized his feelings for you. He tried to convince himself you liked him back, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with him.
A date. Daryl blushed as he came to the realization that this was in fact a date, and he was taking you out to a lake. Alone. At a cabin. He felt like he was gonna hurl.
He turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto his face, gasping for air as he just. Kept splashing his face. After he calmed his heart rate he reached for his cologne he kept by the sink. In fact it was the one, and only one, that you complimented him on every time he wore it. He sprayed himself generously, making sure he didn’t completely reek of cigarettes. Speaking of, he needed one desperately.
Daryl left the bathroom, brushing off his shoulders and making eye contact with Carol. The woman gave a warm smile, walking up to him and fixing his collar.
“Well there you go,” Carol grinned, turning around to grab something off his workbench. Daryl furrowed his brows curiously, his eyes narrowing as she turned back with a small bouquet of flowers. “Here, my Valentines gift to you.”
Daryl rolled his eyes, taking the bouquet from her as she snickered and punched his arm gently.
“It’s for (Y/N),” she explained. “Picked out all her favourite flowers, just don’t mention that I picked them.” The grey haired woman winked and punched his arm gently. Daryl shook his head, clutching the flowers in his hand before leaving his room and ignoring Carol’s calls of encouragement.
Daryl left his house and literally walked across the street over to yours, knocking on your door three times as he waited patiently. The longer you took to answer the door, the more he felt insecure. What if this was all a joke and you didn’t actually like him?
His insecurities were all cut short as soon as he heard your frantic footsteps as you ran up to the door and opened it. He was taken aback by your appearance. You were wearing a cute little white dress and you had your hair up, if anything, you looked more like an angel. You smiled breathlessly, leaning against the doorframe with one hand while the other fixed your heels.
“Sorry I took so long, I had to…” You trailed off, not wanting to admit you were trying to pick a good bra. If he saw it tonight or not, at least your boobs looked good. “…find my shoes.” Daryl waved your apology off, holding the flowers to you.
“I got ya these, hope ya like ‘em.” Daryl murmured shyly. He watched as your eyes lit up at the bouquet, seeing you inspect each flower. Your gentle fingers skimmed over the soft petals, and his heart fluttered when he saw your soft smile.
“Oh, I love them.” You sighed delightedly, taking the flowers from him before moving back into your house. “Give me a moment, I’ll just put these away.” Daryl gave you a curt nod and let you do your thing as he stood outside awkwardly. He felt his face grow hot as he thought about how happy you looked after his small gesture, only hoping your happiness would be prolonged when he took you out.
You quickly walked back out, adjusting your dress before grabbing his hand. You chuckled when you felt him tense up, and squeezed his hand comfortingly. Daryl looked down at you and sighed, letting himself relax and squeeze your hand back.
“I was thinkin’ we’ll take my bike an’ I’ll take ya some place, ‘s pretty nice.” Daryl murmured as he walked you over to the front gates. He felt a little scared and wondered if you could feel his heart beating through his fingertips. He wondered if you could feel his hand sweating, he hoped it wasn’t.
“I’m excited,” you responded, feeling him squeeze your hand in shared excitement. He didn't admit it, but you could tell he was just as excited, maybe even more. He held your hand firmly as you made it to his bike, this wasn't your first time riding with him, but this was different.
He let go of your hand to help you onto his bike, and a warmth spread through you when he laid his hand against your lower back. He offered his free hand to you which you graciously accepted, allowing him to help you onto the bike. Once you were settled he rubbed your shoulder gently before getting on in front of you.
Your arms immediately embraced him, wrapping around his waist as you pressed up behind him. Daryl choked, letting out a breath as he started up the engine.
“Hold on tigh’ fer me, ‘kay?” Daryl drawled softly, you nodded against his back and gave him a little squeeze. He tried to suppress the shiver that ran through his body but ultimately failed, closing his eyes in embarrassment before eventually driving out the gates of Alexandria.
The ride to the lake was lengthy one, but Daryl made sure to take the scenic route so you wouldn't get that bored on the way there. You’d never get bored with him though. You two could literally be in bed sleeping and it’d still be fun for you, just the idea of being with him made things exciting.
The sun shone through the trees and your hair blew in the wind, giggling when Daryl revved the engine playfully. He watched you carefully in the side mirrors, stifling his own laughter. Your arms remained around his waist but you leaned back, closing your eyes. Daryl’s heart stopped when he felt you lean back, your arms loosening around his waist.
You felt a hand tug on your wrist, and you were ultimately pulled back against him.
“Don’ do tha’,” he furrowed his brows and made eye contact with you through the side mirrors. “You’ll fall.” You just chuckled and squeezed around his waist just a little tighter, hoping it gave him some reassurance.
Little did you know though, it made him feel nervous. The close proximity of you two was making his heart beat faster and his face grow warm. He swerved a tiny bit on the road, swallowing thickly as he pushed all thoughts out of his head and focused on not killing the both of you right now.
Thankfully, you both arrived at the lake shortly after. Daryl drove over to the cabin, parking the bike there as you hopped off and ran towards the lake. His heart dropped as you suddenly ran, his legs following after you.
“Hol’ on, I dunno if there's walkers or not!” He called after you, watching you pause and look down at the ground. His gaze followed, finding a picnic blanket and some food. His face flushed, this was Carol’s doing for sure.
“Oh wow…” you giggled while biting your finger, “ain’t you the romantic?”
Daryl groaned internally, throwing a hand over his face as he forced himself to chuckle nonchalantly.
“It uh, it ain’ much…” he gestured for you to sit down, which you did, and he soon joined you on the blanket. Your arms wrapped around your knees as a soft smile remained on your face, looking out at the view ahead of the both of you.
“This is perfect,” you murmured. Daryl’s head turned to you, admiring the glow on your skin. He wanted to say in return that you were perfect, but he held back and looked out at the view. The sun bounced off the lake and into his eyes, making him squint and turn away. You noticed and reached over to brush through his hair, “too bright?”
Daryl sheepishly tucked his hair behind his ears and nodded, turning towards the food to switch the topic. You chuckled and reached for the sandwiches, taking a bite and humming.
“’s good?” Daryl raised a brow while also taking a bite, “I ain’ even gon’ lie. Carol made the food.”
You laughed mid chew, covering your mouth as you savoured the tastes that mingled on your tongue. You placed a hand on his shoulder as a sweet gesture that meant you didn't mind, you were just glad he took you out.
He looked at your hand on his shoulder, now noticing how close you two sat together. He ate his sandwich slowly, just keeping his eyes on you while you looked out at the lake. He just wanted to lean in and kiss you, but he didn't. It’d be too soon.
You finished your sandwich and stretched, enjoying the warm breeze. You then abruptly stood up and walked towards the lake. Daryl shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and followed you quickly, not wanting you to hurt yourself accidentally.
“It's hot, let's go for a swim.” You smiled at him. He furrowed his brows in confusion until you immediately started pulling your dress off. His face flushed a bright red as he looked away, hearing you take off your boots.
“(Y/N), maybe we should jus’…” he looked over at you and swallowed. You were just in your undergarments and was now stepping into the water, he sighed and stood by. You giggled as you slipped under the water, jumping back up with a huge grin on your face as you shook your head.
The water was cool, not too cold but just enough to ease the heat on your body. You looked over at him as he stood close by, his eyes avoiding looking anywhere but your face. You chuckled at his flustered expression, sinking into the water so your entire body was submerged.
“Why don't you come in? It’s really nice in here,” you murmured before leaning back and swimming on your back. Daryl thought about it, but shook his head.
“Nah, c’mon yer gonna get sick.” Daryl tried to persuade you into coming out of the water, but in all honesty he just wanted you to get back into your clothes. “’s gonna get dark soon, we should head in.” You frowned playfully, splashing water at him.
“Let me have some fun,” you teased and watched as his eyes closed in a bit of frustration and fluster. He sighed and let you swim around, moving back to clean up the picnic blanket. He decided it could work as a towel since he wasn’t even sure if there were towels in the cabin. He dusted off the blanket and held it while clutching your dress in the other.
You smiled at him and decided it was time to head in. Just seeing him stand by the lake and watch you protectively made your heart flutter, and you dunked your head into the water before standing up. Daryl’s eyes trailed down your body that glistened from the moisture of the water, quickly wrapping the blanket around your body. You shook your head chuckling as you picked up your boots and took your dress from him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and led you over to the cabin. You were enjoying the closeness between the two of you, it was quite a shift from your usual encounters.
Daryl opened the door to the cabin and let you step in first, his arm leaving you as he walked over to the campfire.
“Go ahead an’ dry up a lil, I’ll start a fire.” He murmured to you and you excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you shut the door you squealed quietly, clasping your hands over your cheeks as you tried to calm your heart rattling. The thought of spending the night with him, alone? It made your inner teenage girl’s stomach twist into knots.
After realizing how uncomfortable it would be to wear your wet undergarments you decided to just go without them, and quickly stripped yourself of your bra and underwear. After drying your body with the picnic blanket, you slipped back into your dress and let your hair be damp. You checked over yourself in the mirror and made sure to toss your wet undergarments into the hamper before leaving the bathroom.
Daryl’s head turned over to you as soon as you stepped back into the living room, you saw the way he swallowed after taking in your appearance. He was crouched over by the fireplace, a nice warm heat emitting from it. You moved over to him and sat down on the carpet, grabbing a soft blanket off the couch and putting it over your legs. He bit his lip, running his fingers through your wet hair gently.
“Here, let me.” He gently guided you to sit in front of him and began to ruffle your hair to try and dry it. You smiled and closed your eyes while leaning your head back to give him better access. His big calloused fingers ran over your scalp while occasionally shaking your hair in an attempt to rid of the moisture that settled among the strands. After a few minutes of that and finding out it didn’t do much, Daryl’s hand flittered down your neck and along your shoulder. The gesture sent a shiver through your body and he flinched back, resting his forehead against the back of your head in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was nice.” You murmured while leaning back against him. His breath hitched when he felt your body on him, his hands moving to your waist.
“Why don’ we get on the couch? I got no clue wha’s been on this floor,” he snorted. You laughed in response and nodded, your heart jumping in your chest as he picked you up. A little giggle left your lips as he settled you down on the couch next to him, and you quickly threw your legs over his lap. He chuckled at your amusement, grabbing the blanket and putting it over the both of you. He seemed to be more comfortable around you and it overwhelmed you with joy.
He rested his head on his hand as he stared admirably at you, and his other hand landed on your knee to stroke it gently over the blanket. You looked back at him just as admirable, the hand holding his head up came down by your head, letting you rest on it. His eyes softened as he looked down at your relaxed state, stroking the side of your head comfortingly.
“This is nice,” you murmured and closed your eyes. His hand kept stroking your head and you could feel him shift his body closer. His hand came down to rest on your cheek and your eyes fluttered open at his touch. He didn’t shy away when your gaze locked on his. He didn’t know what took over him but he leaned in closer, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.
“Can I kiss ya?” He whispered against your cheek, you could even feel his heartbeat from how close you two sat together. You looked into his eyes, seeing a deep sea in his. You licked your lips as he got closer, nodding gently and closed your eyes as his lips fitted to yours.
You felt all warm inside as you two kissed, your brain turning to mush when his hand moved from your cheek and into your slightly damp hair. He rubbed the back of your head, the kiss remained long and tender. He was the first to pull back, taking in a breath of air before smoothing your hair down. His face was tinted pink, and you imagined his ears were too.
You were slightly dazed from the kiss, your mind hazy. But you did know one thing, and it was that you wanted more.
You reached for him, cupping his cheeks and rubbing the stubble that lay there. He groaned softly and pressed a hand on the couch by your hip, leaning in to kiss you once more. This new found confidence that ran through his veins was exhilarating. His lips moved against yours more desperately, and a hand cradled the back of your head.
His hand left the couch and instead grabbed your hip, rubbing it gently with his thumb as he continued kissing you passionately. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan into his mouth and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth. You could feel the hesitation in his movements and his hand slid over your hip to your lower back, pulling you closer. After feeling you kiss back he started to straighten up and ran his fingers through your hair.
You had to pull back to take a breath, pressing a hand on his thigh as you leaned up to his level. His breath hitched and he reached up to wrap his large hands around your waist. Looking down at him like this made goosebumps rise on your skin, his pupils were blown wide at the sight of you. He looked at you like you were sent down from heaven by god just for him. His hands itched at your waist like he was begging to touch you further, his head tilting to the side as he reached up to trace over your cheek. You let out a soft chuckle and stood up on your knees to move yourself over him, placing a knee on each side of his lap before settling down on him.
Daryl closed his eyes as soon as he felt your body on top of him, leaning back against the couch. His rough hands ghosted over your thighs, unsure if he was able to touch you or not. You shifted yourself over his lap, rubbing against him slightly and eliciting a groan from him. The sound shot a wave of heat in your lower region, pressing his hands on your thighs. Your body jolted when he squeezed your plush thighs in return, kneading your skin gently while one hand moved onto your back and pulled you against him.
“Is this okay?” He murmured low and sultry against your neck, and he smirked a little when he felt your body trembling under his touch. You bit your lip and nodded, moaning when he squeezed your thigh. “I need ta hear ya say it.”
“Yes..” you breathed against his face, arching your back when his hand pressed down on your lower back. “This is… better than okay,” he smirked at your comment, leaning in to kiss you gently. This side of him was different than you’d ever seen him before. So full of confidence and completely taking over your body. His lips parted from yours and wandered over your jaw, kissing the little spot right under your ear.
You moaned airily as he continued to kiss your neck, suckling gently while one of his hands rubbed your back. Your hips stuttered a little as you tried to refrain from grinding against him, and he knew. You could feel the smirk on your skin as he trailed his free hand up your thigh, slipping it under the skirt of your dress and dragging it over the curve of your rear. His hand paused after his calloused fingertips brushed over your soft skin, peering up at you through his eyebrows.
“Are ya not wearin’ anythin’ under ‘ere?” Daryl drawled dangerously, his finger tapping your bum periodically. When you didn't respond he brought his hands down to the hem of your dress, rubbing the fabric slightly. “Can I look?”
“Please,” you mumbled involuntarily and your face grew hot when he chuckled at your eagerness. He continued to rub your thighs, moving his way up and under your dress before lifting it up. His pupils dilated more at the sight of your exposed pussy, his eyes rolling back slightly as he fought to hold back.
“Jesus christ, ya really…” he growled under his breath before lowering your dress. You whined a little since you wanted him to go further, but at the same time feared this was as far as he wanted to go. He brought his hands onto your ass and lifted you up so he could placed you down right on…
“Oh,” you hummed which soon turned into a moan as he basically spread you over his erection. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body as you practically rode him through his clothes. He groaned into your ear and grabbed your hips to slow you down, then biting your earlobe.
“Calm down, don’ wan’ this ta go too fast.” Daryl’s rough voice grumbled into your ear. He nudged you off of him so you were standing in front of him, and he leaned back against the couch before whispering, “take yer dress off.”
You grabbed the skirts of your dress shyly, biting your lip as his gaze pierced right through you. He suddenly sat up straight and furrowed his brows in concern, worried that he went too far.
“Or don’.. you don’ have ta if ya don’ wan’..” he shook his head and grabbed your arms to rub them reassuringly, “y’know I’d never make ya do somethin’ you don’ wan’ ta do.”
Your heart swelled at his sweet words, leaning down to plant an innocent kiss upon his lips. His hands loosened around your arms as he felt reassured you weren't uncomfortable. You pulled back to place a few more kisses on his cheeks and then his forehead.
“I want to, it's just… been a while.” You looked down in embarrassment and felt a hand rub your thigh comfortingly. You smiled at the gesture, you didn't expect him to be so sweet during all this. Like you did… but then again you never imagined this would happen in the first place.
The look he gave you as he waited for you made you want to just part your legs and let him have his way with you, but you relented. Instead you slowly stepped back and undid the straps of your dress, eventually dropping it to the floor and revealing the entirety of your bare body.
Daryl rubbed his chin as he gazed over the length of your body, his body slowly moving back against the couch. He shifted himself so his legs were slightly apart, presumably to ease the tension in his pants.
“C’mere,” he beckoned you over and reached for you. Your legs moved on their own and you practically threw yourself into his arms, settling onto his lap. He cradled you like the precious thing you are, supporting your weight with one arm while the other stroked up and down the side of your thigh. “Look at you,” he murmured and brought a hand up to your cheek, brushing the stray hairs that lay there. “So pretty.”
You pussy throbbed at his words, feeling pathetic at how easily aroused you were. He leaned back as you suddenly pushed yourself up and straddled him once again, making sure your warmth was settled right above his erection. Suddenly, you felt super conscious over the fact you were really wet. You wondered if he noticed, and he did. You bit your lip and looked down at where you were sitting, your face growing hot as you noticed the slightly damp spot on his jeans.
“Oh god Daryl,” you muttered and tried to sit up. He immediately grabbed onto your hips and pulled you back down onto him.
“Don’,” he pressed his face into your neck, his eyelashes brushing against your skin when he closed his eyes. His nose pushed against you as he took a deep breath of your scent, the sweetness filling him with the primary thoughts of arousal. His thumbs pushed into your pelvic region while the rest of his fingers squeezed your butt affectionately.
You sighed and threw your head back when the warm wet feeling of his tongue graced your neck, his beard scratching you in all the right ways. You needed to feel more of him and so, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning the first few buttons before he grabbed your hands.
His breath caught as he held your hands, gently pushing them away from his shirt. You couldn’t see his expression but you assumed he didn’t want it off. You silently resigned from his chest, letting your hands fall onto his biceps. He breathed heavily and kept his head down to avoid your gaze, feeling ashamed of what lay under his shirt.
“’m sorry- I jus’,” he sighed and put his hands on your waist. You understood what he meant, he wasn’t ready to show that part of him just yet. You carefully cupped his jaw and tilted his head up, melting at the sight of him. He looked so worried, frightened you’d think of him any different for what was on his body. “Can we jus’ leave my shirt on?” He whispered so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it.
“Of course. Just like you, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” You smiled sweetly at him and kissed him gently, hoping it’d ease his anxiety. He relaxed in your hands, closing his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief.
“Wha’ did I do to deserve ya?” He rubbed your sides with his thumbs which only stirred up more feelings of adoration… but most importantly lust. He noticed the slight impatience emitting from the way your body shifted more frequently, and a smirk appeared on his face. “Poor girl,” he teased as he reached for his belt.
You felt like a starved animal as you awaited the sight of his cock, your hands scratching at your thighs to keep yourself from undressing him completely. He didn’t make you wait too long and gave you what you wanted, pushing his pants and boxers just enough to pull his length out. Your eyes widened in both curiosity and nervousness, he was big. Sure you’d had quite a few dicks in you before but his was, different. He chuckled nervously after you didn’t say something, but you quickly replaced his hand with your own.
He choked on his own spit at the feeling of your dainty hand touching him. He’d fantasied about this moment before rather he’d like to admit it or not. He threw his head back against the couch as you slowly started moving your hand up and down his length, his own hands clutching at the cushions.
You felt a sense of pride in you after realizing how much pleasure you were giving him, and you felt yourself more antsy and aroused at the sight of him like this. Daryl let out a loud groan before looking back at you, noticing how wet you had become. His thigh was soaked from the amount of grinding you’d been doing on it.
He brought his right hand to his mouth, sticking his middle and ring finger into his mouth to get them nice and slicked up. You continued to stroke him as he did this, letting him eventually move you closer to him.
He looked into your eyes for silent permission which you graciously gave, and soon his wet fingers made way to your core. Your eyes shut when you felt those cold and calloused fingers on your clit, feeling him circle the extremely sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeezed his cock unintentionally and it made him let out a whimper, his face flushing after he made the sound.
Your hips bucked wildly at the digits circling your clit while your hand wrapped around his length to pump him faster.
The cabin was filled with noises of just the both of you moaning, and if you listened closely you could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your sticky wetness. You cried out softly when he curled his fingers, moving dangerously close to that soft spot in you. Your hand jerked him faster, eager to make him finish all over your hand.
Daryl cursed under his breath, his hips bucking up into your hand as he sped up the pace of his fingers moving in and out of you. You moaned loudly, your eyes were squeezed shut from the pressure building up inside of you, threatening to release. Daryl groaned as he felt your walls clench around his fingers which he soon pulled out, making you stop your ministrations on his cock. He chuckled at your little whines of protest and grabbed the back of your head in order to pull you down, your lips crashing against his.
Your hands moved onto his chest, clutching his shirt in your fingers as you tried to stabilize yourself from the overwhelming arousal and lust that was flowing through your body. Your breaths were hot and mingling, his tongue moving against yours with authority, and you let yourself be taken. He continued to kiss you while guiding you over his cock, pulling back momentarily to help you lower yourself onto him.
You held onto his shoulders while you sunk down onto his length, the stretch painful. You let out a soft whimper, holding still with only the tip in. Daryl furrowed his brows and started to lift you off, but you shook your head.
“No… just let me… let me adjust,” you mumbled, blinking away the tears that had made their way into your eyes. Daryl shifted uncomfortably under you, feeling terrible that you were in pain. He listened though and sat as still as he could, kissing the area under your eyes and rubbing your hips calmingly. You were so tight and he worried he didn’t prepare you enough, your eyes still closed and brows furrowed in pain.
“(Y/N) c’mon, ‘m hurtin’ ya.” He frowned purely out of concern for you, he was more worried about your pleasure than his own. You held your ground and kept sinking down little by little, and he couldn’t help but moan a little as your walls constricted and adjusted to the size of him. You kept pushing yourself to take more, wanting this moment to last as long as it could. You finally plopped down onto him with a loud cry of both pain and pleasure, leaning your body fully against his. He groaned deeply, rubbing your back as he kissed your neck to distract you from the pain.
You kept your eyes closed, feeling almost defeated as you let your body relax and adjust to his huge girth in you. You laughed a little at that and it made Daryl a little confused but he didn’t question your little giggle. Instead he just kept kissing what ever skin he could get his lips on, trying to make you feel more pleasure than pain. He dragged his hand up your thigh, up your side, and over to your breast. You gasped softly as he touched you there, biting your lip as he circled your hardened nipple.
Your hips rocked accidentally from the touches on your tit, your walls constricting again at the sudden movement. It was still painful to move but it felt closer to getting better, though Daryl felt guilty he was getting more pleasure than you were. He just wanted you to feel good. He decided to latch onto your other nipple while he toyed with the previous one, determined to make you feel amazing.
It worked slowly. Your mouth was agape and you let out whimpers and whines occasionally, testing the waters and moving your hips slowly. The abrupt movement had Daryl grabbing your hips, his mouth breaking away from your breast. He breathed heavily and looked up at you, a light sheen of sweat was evident on his forehead. The heat between you two plus the fireplace was palpable and he gingerly thrusted up into you, watching closely for your reaction.
Thankfully, no pain was evident in your expression. Bliss took over you, throwing your head back as you slowly started picking up the pace and rocked your hips against him. His fingers dug into your hips to keep himself grounded, but mostly so he wouldn’t cum in three seconds. He grunted low in his throat, watching your body move mesmerizingly above him. The feeling of his cock dragging up and down your walls was extremely pleasurable. You felt so full of him that you could trace the one outstanding vein that ran up his entire length with just the feeling of it in your pussy.
You felt hot despite your lack of clothes, your mind swirling with the thought of him and the fact that the two of you were literally having sex. You moaned softly and let your head fall forward. Your forearms rested on his shoulders, one hand moving into his hair as you brought him close to your lips once more. You were desperate for the taste of him, you didn’t know you had a thing for the taste of tobacco and meat, but you did. At least coming from him you did.
He moaned gratefully into your mouth, pulling you against him before palming your breasts as he bucked his hips up. You swirled your tongue around his, savouring the taste of him. The moment was perfect, your sweaty body pressed against his clothed one. You pulled back from the kiss to look down at him, his eyes were glazed over with lust and his cheeks were adorably flushed. Your thumb rubbed his cheek as his lips parted, his heavy breaths warm against your face. The feeling of being stuffed with his cock sent your eyes rolling back into your head as he pulled you harder down onto his cock, and you immediately went back in for a kiss.
His hands pawed at you desperately, like he needed more of you. You knew one thing for sure, and it was that he liked your ass a lot. He moved his hands down there to guided you up and down on his length, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You moaned as the friction was starting to get to you. You felt that knot tying inside of you, threatening to snap at any moment. Your fingers curled into Daryl’s hair, tugging it lightly which gave him the hint.
“So close already?” He taunted, but he was feeling it just as much as you were. You whined desperately as you bounced on his cock, eager to release. You had to lean back and brace yourself with your palms on his thighs to ride him properly, your head thrown back as you let the moans and cries escape your mouth freely. His cock twitched inside of you, the sight of you like this was better than he imagined, and it really was him making you feel like this.
Daryl let out a few whimpers, reaching forward to cup your breasts in his hands. He kneaded the flesh, squeezing it a few times before pinching the sensitive buds that hardened with arousal. You had to cry out his name when he did this, your nails digging into his thighs the faster you moved yourself.
He dropped a hand from your breast and down between your thighs, his rough thumb rubbing your already sensitive clit. One of your hands shot forward to wrap around his waist, your body shaking violently at how overstimulated you were feeling at the moment. Your cries were like music to his ears, he wanted to hear more. Your scratches at his wrist held no intentions of stopping him from rubbing you like this, but you could see your vision go blank at how overwhelming the pleasure was getting for you.
“Daryl!” You cried loudly, your grip loosening on his wrist, and your hips stuttering as you finally reached that high. You could see stars and you threw your head back so far that Daryl had to hold you up, thrusting lazily into you before quickly lifting you off so he could cum on your thighs. He let out an exasperated groan while pulling you into his arms, letting you lay on him as you recovered from your intense orgasm.
Daryl had a shy smile on his face as he rubbed your back, kissing your sweaty forehead. “You okay?”
“Mmm,” you hummed sleepily. The session took a lot out of you, but you were beyond thrilled. You wanted to say more and he could sense that, but you were too tired to even lift yourself up. Daryl grabbed the blanket that was tossed to the side and carefully wiped your thighs. Your body ached for rest, your thighs would surely be burning in the morning.
Daryl stood up with you in his arms, letting out a small huff as he cradled you to his body. The fire had long fizzled out, a new one resonating within you two. He kissed your forehead and carried you over to the bedroom where he lay you down. He stripped of his pants but kept his shirt and boxers on before slipping into bed next to you. Your half sleeping body slid over to him, pressing yourself against him fully.
Never in his entire life would Daryl have imagined he’d be shacking up with you on Valentine’s day. He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your head as he closed his eyes. A soft smile remained on his face, happy to be in this moment, with you.
