Late to The Party
Request: Daryl has a knife kink fr, could you write smut where maybe he runs into the reader on the road unexpectedly and holds a knife up to her throat because he is suspicious of her. Then a herd interrupts his interrogation and then they hide till the herd passes by and then the reader is like “are you going to threaten me with the knife again?” Daryl does lol, but then they like kiss and all and blah blah smut ensues.
smut | 18+ [minors do not interact with this content! thanks.]
Warnings: knife kink, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), pulling out, missionary sex, teasing, praise kink, degrading kink (if u squint)
word count: 7.1k
A/n: I think this might be one of my favorite requests I've written. Like it might have taken me forever to finish, but here we are! Please read with discretion & enjoy!
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A blazing heat from the sun shone through leaves of the tall trees in one of the many Georgia forests in the area. Daryl silently strode through the woodland in search of a house he'd discovered with Rick on a previous run. Seeing as the sheriff was caught up with other things, the archer headed out on his own; a familiar path he took with great pride.
The morning crisp with determination, Daryl drove out of the prison with hope of finding any food or supplies for the group. After getting his bike about a third of the way there, he set out on foot, hiding it under branches that had thick leaves. Now he walked, his hands wrapped around the strap of his crossbow, along with the two knives sheathed at his belt. Dry leaves cracked under the soles of his boots, the hum of cicadas filling the air.
Daryl knew this path well, and agreed with Rick that the place was hidden in plain sight, therefore safe to venture out to. The forest was quiet and peaceful, walking carefully to remain undetected. He came upon the house, reminding him of many ones he’d seen before; it was small and worn out, wood rotting from the outside.
This place better be worth the trip..
His eyes squinted in disbelief of the state of the home. On the other hand, he'd seen places in better shape than this with far less supplies.
Only the state of its interior could tell whether there were any supplies to actually be scavenged. Daryl looked towards the open area surrounding the structure, wanting to prepare himself for any possible danger inside. His two knives laid in their sheaths at his belt, ready for defense at any moment's notice.
Considering the state of the place, a window on the front door broken and slightly ajar, he approached carefully. The stairs slightly creaked under his feet, his hunter instincts kicking in full speed.
Little to the archer's knowledge, he'd just fallen behind your schedule of scavenging the same place. You'd been surviving with a very small group ever since the one you'd been a part of was much too hostile for your liking. The morning's journey had been tiring, your group holing up in a nearby barn.
You decided to head out on your own to try and find any food for (what was left of) the members of your group. The first structure you'd seen for miles besides the barn was this particular beaten down house small enough to be a shack, with a broken window on the front door. Any chance to find food sounded pretty damn sweet to you right now. The pack on your back was heavy with what you grabbed from your last camp, giving you aches you'd only dreamed would cease. The only weapon you'd obtained, a small, blue, metal pocket knife, was held in your dominant hand, slowly approaching the house.
The worn boots on your feet clunked with the wood, a small area of it rotting away on the porch. It consisted of a few dead plants and a rocking chair, along with a bunch of useless clutter and garbage. shattered glass from the windows also covered the porch, and at this very moment, you were trying to determine whether or not it would be worth the trip to venture further.
Deciding to take the chance, the brass knob of the front door squeaked as it turned. Some of the broken glass in the window of the door fell out as you pushed the door in. The inside state of the house immediately distracted you, unknowingly leaving the door ajar.
"At least it's got a roof..." muttering to yourself as your eyes glazed over all the pointless knickknacks in the place, some of them trophies for awards, family pictures, jars with old shell casings, and garbage thrown about. "Wow, nobody's been here in a long time..."
Knife still held in front of you, you banged on the wall, trying to draw out any undead freaks that could be lurking in the place. Silent air rang out in response, your shoulders visibly relaxing at the slight reassurance.
"Okay... Now just to be sure..." you slowly opened the door to one of the rooms, heart beat quickening as you scanned for any geeks. The walls of it were painted with the same trinkets as the living room, but what caught your eye was the lounge chair seated in front of the tv.
"Wow.. just like the one I had before, 'cept mine never smelled like this... " you made a sour face and pinched your nose, noticing the several stains on the chair. Most, you could tell, from food and beer being spilled on it. You walked about the room, looking through the drawers of a desk for anything salvageable. The subject of danger escaped you, focusing mainly on your task of scavenging so you could find a safer place to hole up.
It's not like anyone would come across you anyways, the house was practically hidden among the trees. You continued searching, until the front door creaking open caught your ears. You gasped quietly, eyes widening, as you moved against the wall to avoid being seen by whoever just entered the place.
A walker would have made more noise... No.. there's another person in here. Someone who knows how to keep their presence undetected.
You brain was wracked with ideas as to who the hell found this place. Amongst the various thoughts, your eyes kept lookout through the crack between the door and doorway. The creaking sounds from the floor startled you, holding your breath in fear of what could happen.
Daryl's eyes swept the interior, not missing the homeowner’s knickknacks and family photos laying untouched. He'd seen places like this before, adorned with pointless objects and trophies that would otherwise rot away in those homes forever.
Crossbow first, he stepped deeper into the tattered home. Broken glass lay on the wooden floor, as the planks creaked under his boots. Daryl's years of hunting and tracking with his brother gave him the ability to tread through the home quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Daryl thought he'd been undetected, that was, until now.
He’d been clearing one room, giving it a quick rundown, when he heard a thump coming from another. Daryl paused, giving the silent air a second to conclude that the sound he'd heard hadn't sounded like a walker this time.
Shit.. I'm crashin' someone else's party...
The hairs on Daryl's arms stood up, forearms tensing as he transferred his bow onto his back, his hands freeing up to grab one of the knives at his waist. He gripped it tight, unsheathing it as he stepped closer to the door off.
From inside the room, you could only creep closer to the door, wanting to get a peek at who invaded the house you inhabited. You crouched down to avoid being seen as easily, knife still clutched in the palm of your hand.
A gruff voice sounded out from the other side of the door.
“Don’t... move.”
Daryl didn't have to open the door to the bedroom to know you were inside. He also knew that whoever found this place and went in had a pretty decent reason to do so.
You froze, feeling your stomach drop in fear, as the door slowly creaked open, the first thing meeting your eye being the tip of an arrow, before the figure of the man holding it came into view. Your hands shook as they rose in surrender, the pocket knife slipping out of your grip. Your eyes lay on the figure of the man before you, his muscular arms in defense position, holding two dark knives that were clean from walker blood. The man could clearly overpower you at any moment's notice. You gave him a once over, noticing the stone cold look in his eyes.
Daryl's judgement concluded after analyzing your figure; the next thing you knew, you were being pushed against the door, his muscular forearm holding you against the wood. What followed was the feeling of his cold blade of a knife against your neck.
The man's icy blue eyes stared you down as he breathed heavily, sweat from the hot Georgia weather making his long locks of brown hair stick to his face. Your heart raced, unknowing of who he was, and what his motives were. More importantly, how did he find you?
You spoke, with an attempt to mask the shakiness of your voice.
“W-who are-"
"Shut up. I'm askin' the questions here." you gulped, nervous to do anything that might piss off the already agitated man. Daryl didn't know anything about the random person he'd been holding at knifepoint, but it was definitely time to find out. His instincts didn't trust you at all, having come across many people who looked innocent until he found out how hard they could punch.
Daryl didn't know how he ended up here, a knife to some random person’s throat, and he didn't feel threatened at all.
"How'd ya find this place? You been followin' me?! Huh? Answer me!" his gruff voice was loud, sending goosebumps running down your spine. You huffed a breath before responding.
"I found it the same way you probably did, needed supplies. As do we all in this world... and I should be asking you if you're following me.. I got here first." Your arms were still raised in surrender, not posing any sort of a threat to a buff guy like him.
Daryl scoffed at your words, he didn't give a shit about finders keepers or who found what first. He didn't believe in coincidences, either. He pushed the blade further against your neck, an intimidated whimper leaving your lips.
"Nah. ain't no way we both jus' found this place. Tell the truth."
“I t-told you, I just came across it!” your voice heightened, volume getting louder and more agitated about some random guy holding a knife to your throat. A random guy that was unconventionally attractive to you the second you'd gotten a good look at him. "I'm trying to survive here, with what I've got left. And.. that isn't much."
The metal of his sharp blade was cold against your neck, Daryl's eyes watching, almost studying your face for any underlying meaning in your words. He grunted to himself, half trying to realize you weren't a threat to him, the other half of him trying to pull his eyes away from your sweet, frightened face.
You looked so-
No- no. He can’t just let your features steer him away from the fact that you were a stranger. Daryl put his stern face on again over the slight weakness he was trying to cover up and repeated himself.
“How did ya find this place..”
"I told you twice already.. Don't you get it?? if I had something planned, it would've happened already. And you'd be dead."
Daryl scoffed, your innocent figure melting away in front of his eyes.
"Yeah, ‘m sure that's accurate.." Daryl pulled away slightly, looking you up and down, until his skilled hunter's hearing picking up sounds of familiar growls approaching from outside the window. He backed away, eyes still on you, taking his knife from your throat. As he moved toward the broken window, you instinctively rubbed where he'd had the blade against your skin.
“You bet your ass it is… don’t even try me.” Your arms crossed against your chest, the look on your face giving him a reason not to. His eyebrows furrowed hearing your words, taking it as a sign to know better than to get on your bad side.
On the other hand, you'd been intimidated by the man the second you saw him, even before there was a knife against your throat. You gulped dryly, a lump in your throat growing.
Shit, he really could’ve killed me there. The realization of your life in his hands washed over you, in a way that excited you in a different way. You had to admit, the intenseness of the man's stance and overall look drew you in even more now.
I wonder who you are, mysterious archer.
"You're a survivor, too. I can tell."
Watching him by the window, you got a good look at the man for the second time. A leather vest with two angel wings on the back adorned his shoulders, a broad chest covered by a sleeveless button down. You'd noticed just by plain observation that the buttons were one of the only things holding the shirt together. Looking at his torso made your cheeks flush red, as you realized his chest was too broad for the shirt he was wearing.
"Oh yeah? An' how's that?" The man grumbled, glancing back at you with stern eyes, then back out the window. He watched, intently so, as he crouched under the window frame. A herd began to pass by, the sounds of groans getting louder as he waved you over to his side.
You quickly took the spot beside him, half scared that you already trusted him, half scared that this encounter would be the last of your life.
"I just can... i'm usually good at spotting the right type of people, even in a world like this." The sound of the herd wasn't lost on your ears as you sat against the wall, now crouched by his side. The corner of his mouth tweaked up at your words, seeming to view you in a different light than before. He put his finger up to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet while the herd passed by. Nodding, you sat in silence, crossing your legs to sit while he used one of his knives to carve random objects into the wood of the floor.
Every few minutes he would shift his gaze from you, back to his hands and the ground, then out the window again. You'd realized you were stuck in this random place with this guy, and you felt more safe than before, with your previous hostile group. You could tell just by the way he spared your life that this man was a good person, no matter how scary he looked on the outside. His narrow eyes, messy hair and untrusting nature were just the outside of this man you'd just met.
You were analyzing a guy you met two minutes ago, and you didn't even know his name.
He looked surly and untrustworthy on the outside, but something about him made you second guess that observation. He made a slight sound as the man before you stuck one of his knives right into the plank of wood on the floor. He kneeled up, peeking out the window once more, since the growl of walkers had ceased.
Observant and handsome, okay..
Your thoughts ran ramped while you took in the sight of the man before you. He was naturally bulky, probably hunts for his own food by the sight of the bow on his back... his arms were like chiseled marble, something out of a Bernini sculpture. You could see a tattoo peeking out from the inner bicep of his right arm. Noticing that out of all things about the man told you that he was more than what meets the eye. His eyes returned from the outside, ripping your eyes away from him to avoid getting caught staring like a high school crush.
Daryl's eyes met yours, noticing the way yours teared away form him the minute he'd turned back to you.
"Herd's gone... though I don't think we're completely outta the woods yet. 'M Daryl, by the way."
"Right.." you said, looking down to point at the blade still stuck in the wood. "So, Daryl, are you gonna threaten me with that knife again?"
He looked down at the blade again, pulling it from the wood like it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Why.. ya want me to?" Daryl smirked as his eyes dragged down your body for a moment, his mind already creating not so innocent visions of you. Scoffing, you realized the idea of Daryl threatening you with a knife was turning you on. Not to mention his gorgeous features and caring demeanor telling you he would never seriously hurt you like that. You crawled a bit closer to him, confidence growing as you hovered over his lap. He flipped the knife on his fingers, the large hand of his holding it so securely.
"Maybe..." The low sultry tone of your voice sounded in his ears as Daryl caught the devious look in your eye. You watched him grow more comfortable in your presence, shoulders dropping, his head tilting up towards yours. His arm raised with the knife in his hand, fingers gripping the black handle tightly.
He raised the blade up to your face, your eyes tracking every movement of it as he carefully pressed it to your cheek. He dragged it down the soft skin of your jawline to your neck. Your mouth opened slightly at the closeness and warmth Daryl brought your body. Tour eyes studied his face, the way he chewed on his bottom lip entrancing you a bit.
"Ya like that.. huh?" his gravel voice could only be heard by you if he had gotten close enough, and right now he was. Eyes squeezed shut for a moment, a familiar heat started to liven in your body.
"Mhm..." a whimper left your mouth, breath becoming shakier while Daryl leaned forward to whisper in your ear. His proximity allowed you to take in his scent, pine-like, paired with the subtle smell of cigarettes.
"Never told me your name... You're not scared of me, are ya?" His gravel voice inched you closer, making you even more interested in who he was.
"My name's y/n... and you're not scaring me. No, I don't think you would hurt me.. Just don't make me hurt you, because I won't hesitate."
"Mmm, maybe you're right. What's got ya all nervous then, hm?" your eyes widened at the fact that Daryl had read you like a book.
Was your attraction to him that fucking obvious?
Eyes locked on your figure, Daryl chewed on his lip in order to bury the thoughts of you that were everything but innocent. He caught the slight jolt of your body when the breath in your chest hitched.
"Should I remind you of the herd we just hid from?" You scoffed, "Or go back to the fact that you're the one with a knife to my neck?"
Daryl leaned in again, hearing you gulp as he'd gotten too close for your liking. Too close to your face for your liking. You found yourself glancing down as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips. His jeans grew tighter as you moved your face closer in proximity to his.
"Jus' admit ya like it an' tha's all I need to hear." Daryl's gruff drawl intoxicated your brain as you glanced down at his lips once again.
The same color as Georgia peaches, what a coincidence. He's gotta be a Georgia boy.
The warmth buzzing on your skin invoked you, pulling his lips to yours in a burst of excitement. The passion of your kiss pulled a groan from Daryl, resounding over the skin of your thighs in goosebumps. a split second passed as you heard the knife clatter to the floor.
Daryl's cheeks burned with intensity, the heat spreading to places below his belt buckle. Your palms sweating at the contact, pining for it to last. It was then his hands attached to your waist, warm and strong against your soft skin. He hadn't felt like this since before the world fell, but he wanted more every second that it went on.
Pulling away for a moment, the two of you caught your breath. Daryl's thumb caressed your lips, swollen due to the intensity of his kiss.
"Is that an answer enough for you?" you smirked at Daryl, watching him nod his head in response. His hands embraced your waist, pulling you into his lap. What followed was Daryl's opportunity to press himself against you, tent in his jeans becoming slightly more unbearable with the weight of you on him now.
You sighed at the fulfilling sense Daryl's hardening length brought, beginning to grind softly on his crotch.
"Damn, girl.. you look good like this.. shit." Daryl's words pulled something visceral out of you, the taste of him lingering on your lips as you ran your tongue over them. A hand of yours made its way up Daryl's broad shoulder to the back of his head, where your fingers snuck into his unruly brown hair. You tugged his head up, giving you access to the hot skin of his neck.
Your soft lips attached to Daryl's neck, licking and sucking harshly under his groans of approval. It wasn't until you switched to kissing the other side of his neck that made you pull away, panting.
"God, what're you doin' to me..." Looking back up at him in disbelief, he smiled slightly. You had never been drawn to somebody like him before, feeling heated and in the moment.
"From the looks of it, you're a mess over me, an' that's kinda turnin' me on, hun." His eyes darkened as they traced mindlessly over your body in front of him.
"Yeah?" you chuckled softly, "Well, we could get caught by something, or someone.. it's a dangerous world out there."
"That's just part of the fun, doll. It's gonna show me whether or not ya can stay quiet while 'm inside ya. Right now, that's where I wanna be." he shifted to sitting up against the wall. A whimper escaped you, Daryl's rough words making the heat in your body grow.
Your voice squeaked out a whine, a fucking plead for him in such a way that would bring both of you to new heights.
"So impatient, aren't ya... Want me so bad an' ya don't even know what you're in for." Daryl shifted once more, smirking as his hands gravitated towards the button of your pants. Those blue eyes met yours, a way of making sure that touching you like this was okay, to which you nodded. "Alrigh', let's see how much ya need me.."
He popped the metal button undone, taking no time in slipping his fingers down the front of your pants. the warmth of his palm was abrupt and made a blush erupt on your cheeks. You hadn't been touched intimately in who knows how long, the feeling so very stimulating in the best way possible.
The minute he inserted his fingers into your folds, they sunk into the slick of arousal your heat had produced. It was enough to bring Daryl, a grown man, to his knees.
A shrill moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Daryl's rough fingertips exploring the most intimate part of your body. His fingers moved up and down your folds, almost getting close enough to the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing at his touch. Your wetness collected on his thick digits, feeling it mess up his nice clean fingers as he pulled them out of your heat.
Fascinated with your arousal coating his fingers, he licked them clean right in front of your eyes. The sight intoxicated you, desire and attraction for this man developing with every passing second.
Time froze as you watched Daryl in a daze of lust-ridden thoughts and sensations of desire.
"I wanna..." Daryl grumbled to himself before speaking up, "Ugh, wanna taste ya.." His hands now rubbed soft circles into the sides of your waist.
"What're you waiting for?" Your reaction was breathless, the words spilling out of your mouth without a moment's hesitation. You needed Daryl, craving him so bad in the moment that waiting for his contact was ripping you apart.
Daryl had little to no control over the primal part of him, only coming out when he was like this, and he never got like this anymore. His palms began to sweat, fingers inching closer to the waistband of your pants.
You helped him pull the pants down your legs, tossing them onto the floor as you laid down on the carpet. Now crawling up your legs, Daryl's warm hands pulled your legs apart, leaving a soft kiss on one of your thighs. His beard hairs tickled your skin, sending goosebumps along your legs. Once he was close enough to your underwear for his liking, he slid his hands up the supple skin of your thighs, taking note of the visible wet spot on your panties.
"D'ya want my fingers? Or my mouth?" Daryl's voice was low as he spoke, filling the air with tension that could be cut with a knife.
"Y-your mouth, please..." you panted, voice trembling with desire.
"Alrigh', keep these legs open for me.. an' if ya can't, Don't worry. I can take the squeezin', woman." His smirk made your heat throb as he dragged the soft fabric down your legs, landing next to your pants and shoes.
Did this man just say I could suffocate him with my thighs?
The thought made your enamor bloom as his thick hands locked around your thighs, cupping the soft flesh while his face descended onto your heat. He took in the sight of your soaking folds, wanting to dive right into you and lap up everything that eagerly waited for him. He slowly lowered his head onto your folds, tongue breaching the skin as your slick already threatened to drip down his chin. It gathered on his lips, becoming messy and slippery quickly as you moaned his name at a much louder volume than you had before.
Daryl pulled himself away from your heat for a moment, looking you in the eyes. "Gotta be quiet, hun. Or that herd's gonna find it's way back over here. If ya can't keep quiet on your own, I can use my knife again.. choice is yours."
Daryl would be kidding himself if he thought the image of you trying to keep quiet while he pleasured you didn't make his cock twitch in his jeans.
"Okay, stud," you breathed, "Just do what you want to me.." cheeks red, you gazed down your torso at Daryl's head between your thighs once again.
A hand of yours lifted the shirt you had on up your chest, snagging the bottom of it between your teeth to give Daryl a view of your breasts, when he looked up from between your legs. his entranced eyes locked on your breasts, exposed and full in the sunlight.
He couldn't hold himself back from the feeling of your body against his anymore, paired with the sight of you so ready to have him inside you. His eyes glanced up to see your bare breasts out, just the vision of your figure made him groan against the folds he'd sank between. The vibration of him triggered your hips to roll against his face. What you didn't expect from your innocent action was the tip of his perfect nose rubbing against your already sensitive bundle of nerves. The wiry hairs of his salt and pepper beard scratched sensitive skin of your legs, overstimulating you alongside the pleasure of his tongue.
"D-Daryl, I'm gonna come if you keep going, oh my god.." you threw your head back on the carpet, eyes squeezing shut with your hand running through his brown locks.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's too damn good at that.
He swirled the tip of his tongue around your clit, sensitive as ever now due to the way he actively lapped at you.
For a moment, Daryl retracted his mouth from your folds, trying his best to clean his face up, covered in your slick. As if the sight of him enamored in something like this wasn't enough for you, he wiped the slick clean from his mouth, and began licking it off his fingers, again. It was the most visually and mentally stimulating thing you'd ever seen, clenching at the sight, taken completely by the man before you.
"Nah. You ain't allowed to come unless you're on my cock. alrigh'? Wanna feel ya all riled up an' sensitive around me, my cock makin' you cum."
The bundle of your nerves pulsed without the friction of Daryl's tongue against it, the lack of its heat making you want it more. Your orgasm climbed with the surplus of arousal he brought you.
Your lack of response commended Daryl to repeat himself.
"Don't you dare come, even though I know how much ya wanna. Else I'll fuck ya so damn rough, ya won't be able to stand." His gruff voice called out to you, wanting to give yourself to him. A whimper finally escaped you in response as he lowered his face down to your heat again.
Those same beard hairs tickled the soft skin of your legs, and soon enough Daryl had wrapped his lips around your clit once more. Daryl guides his tongue into your hole, pushing you further towards your high. He stared up at your disheveled figure from the valley between your thighs, eyes sharp and confined. You panted, breasts heaving while you were barreling towards your high.
"Oh, Daryl," you moaned out, "I l-love your mouth.. feels so fucking good."
Daryl's tongue never ceased movement, content with your praise, slightly egging him on to quicken his tongue's flicks of movement. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as another moan of his name fell from your lips.
It wasn't until he inserted two of his fingers into your wetness, that your high began to peak. The knot in your pelvis was tightening ever so tightly, your breath quivering as you lay in a state of pure arousal.
"Ohh my god.. Daryl.. f-fuck.." The first push of his fingers into your sensitive spot sent your high flowing over you like a wave. You clenched around his digits as the intensity flushed your cheeks and made arousal leak from your heat.
"I.. I'm coming.." The hand in Daryl's hair gripped his strands tightly, feeling the sensation wash over you. Your clit throbbed, clenching around his fingers, as arousal leaked from your heat. Daryl's tongue slowed its movements, pulling his fingers from inside you as well, to help you ride out your release.
"All desperate for me to fuck ya rough now, ain't ya?" Daryl drawled breathlessly, reaching down to his belt and undoing it as quickly as he could. "Think ya can handle that much?"
"Y..Yes, need you inside me so bad, Daryl." your words came out less seductive, more like another desperate plead for him.
Daryl kneeled over your figure still on the floor as he unzipped his pants, pushing the denim down to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock sprung up, swollen from the confinement of his boxers. his length hit against his stomach, where the happy trail on his stomach lead down to the base of his shaft.
Your eyes widened slightly at the size and shape of his cock. His tip was dark pink, the shaft long and thick with a drop of precum sliding so perfectly down the side of it.
Daryl took no time in wrapping a hand around himself, to lean over your body. He rubbed the tip between your soaked folds, clit twitching at the friction. Groaning at the contact felt through your soaked folds, Daryl threw his head back in ecstasy for a moment.
Your clit throbbed against the friction, still sensitive from the orgasm you'd just gone through. Whimpers fell from you as your walls clenched without him inside you.
"Mm.. Daryl please... show me how I deserve to be fucked.." You panted, feeling Daryl's tip slide throughout your folds. You wanted him to thrust into you roughly, make you realize how hard he'd go if you didn't listen to him.
"Don't act like a fuckin' brat and expect to get what you want, love." His tip finally hit your wet hole, inserting it and pausing with it inside. He looked to your face, to catch a glimpse of how desperate he'd made you, how needy and messy and ready you were for him.
All he heard fall from you was a desperate chant of please please please.. hoarsely calling out to him, begging him silently to push the rest of his length inside you. Daryl's hands groped your waist, holding your body in place to find the right angle to thrust into you with. He adjusted his body, bringing his waist almost right on top of yours, pubic hairs rubbing against your mound.
Daryl's eyes met yours, darkened with lust and need, soaked in the heat he constantly brought you. The next thing you felt were his lips pressed to yours, a rush of fervor building in him.
The first kiss he left was a soft one, the second deeper than the one before. The third one took your breath away, his lips and tongue entering your mouth with no resistance to distract you while he thrusted his cock all the way inside you with one quick motion.
He bottomed out inside you fully, pausing to let your tight entrance adjust to his length. His thick shaft throbbed in reaction to the sensitiveness of you surrounding him, a groan escaping his lips.
"Stay.. quiet." Daryl whispered breathlessly, ghosting your lips with his. He separated your lips from his in a frenzy, trailing messy kisses across the expanse of your jaw until he found your neck. He sucked on the delicate skin, licking softly before digging his teeth in enough leave a mark. The harsh pain made you cry out, slightly quieter than before, with the same desperateness for him as before.
It was then you feel him pull himself almost all the way out, leaving just his tip inside your walls, before pushing roughly back in again with the same movement he'd done before. His hands unbuttoned his shirt, still inside you while he did so. Daryl wanted to tease you even more, thrusting into you ever so slightly. The moment his shirt was fully off, you took in the sight of his broad chest, covered with wiry hairs and a couple tattoos, all of which made you grow more enamored with him.
Daryl gave in when he heard the neediest whimper escape your lips. He pushed in all the way again, starting a slow but steady pace of thrusting inside you. He quickened his pace, grunting slightly at the feeling of your hips against one another's. His movements picked up speed, each push of him with a roughness you couldn't believe.
He needed you to know that he was the only one that could make you feel like this, the only one that could bring you to such heights. The aura in his eyes was dark, as his hips moved faster than before.
"Tell me how good I make ya feel, darlin'." Daryl felt your tightness as his thrusts stretched your walls, another orgasm not far behind. One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb resting along your bottom lip.
"Oh, Daryl, you're the only one that's ever got me worked up like this.." Your hands rubbed the side of Daryl's hips as you spoke.
"Oh yeah? Love the way you look when I'm inside ya.."Daryl groans at the bliss of his cock filling you, heat of your walls bringing him to a level of pleasure he's never experienced felt before. "Oh fuck.."
Daryl's hips stutter as his length pulls in and out, your eyes squeezing shut in a quick reaction. It's like you can literally feel the heat radiating off of his body. All you knew at that point was your high started to peak, Daryl's movements only speeding you towards it faster.
"D-daryl, oh I'm getting close.." You whimpered out, wanting to come a second time while he was still inside you.
"Just a bit more, babe.. I'm gettin' there.." Daryl encourages you to hold on for a little longer, his high building almost as fast as yours. Out of nowhere, you feel his lips on your neck, wet and desperate and hungry as he devours your skin with kisses. Before you can take in the pleasure entirely, it's enough to send you over the edge. You moan Daryl's name as your walls twitch and clench around his length.
The hot sensation of Daryl's thrusts slow, hips meeting yours for the last time until he groans again.
"Oh fuck.." is the only thing you heard prior to pulling himself out of you, releasing spurts of white on your chest, covering the skin of your breasts quite erotically. You watched as Daryl pumps himself slower with every movement, release lingering like the deep feeling of him inside you.
Tugging his jeans back up, he shifts to lay next to you on the floor.
"Fuck, that was..." your voice sounded hoarse as you spoke, breaking the silence after both of your highs settled. The mood calmer than a moment before, Daryl lowered his face to yours once again, combining his lips with yours in a sweet kiss.
"Yeah, real good. Did ya, um.. did you feel good? I-I mean.." Daryl caught his breath, way too concerned about you in the moment to get the correct words out, "You feelin' alright? I didn't hurt ya none? If-if I did-"
"Daryl," you stopped him, "If anything had hurt me, I would've asked you to stop. I felt good the entire time."
The visible blush burned hot on Daryl's cheeks after the reassurance hit his ears. His hand went to the back of his jeans, grabbing the red rag out of his pocket to clean his mess up with.
"That's awful nice of you.. I uh.. ain't ever wanted to fuck anyone that bad before.." Daryl chuckles at his admittance to you, never being so open about something before. To be truthful, your aura pulled him in, distracting his brain at the same time he'd been trying to concentrate on the life-or-death situation the two of you had gotten into.
As he cleans his release from your skin, your hand stroked the hairs of his cheek with appreciation. Daryl reached over your body to grab the clothes thrown off your backs from earlier. Both of you stood as he handed the clothes to you, pulling them back on. You glanced back over to him, only to see him turn around in order to give you privacy.
Damn, and he's respectful? Wow, where did he even come from?
You'd finally pulled the cotton top back on to your body, as you turned to Daryl trying to find his button up (shirtlessly). His back was littered with scars, as well as two very sexy tattoos on the right side of it. The leather vest he wore lay on the couch, but you could tell he was searching for the flannel by just his body language. You spotted the dark button down on the floor, laying near where you stood.
Before Daryl noticed, you picked it up and threw it on over your simple cotton shirt.
"Ahem, looking for something?" You cleared your throat, pulling Daryl from his search for the dark colored shirt.
He whips his body around to face you, the first thing his eyes catching is his shirt, on your body. Daryl couldn't lie, the sight of you in it almost made him grow hard again. Then again, he was half irritated that you had the one thing he was looking for.
"That's mine, girl. You'd best give it back." Daryl's bulky arms crossed over his chest, the few tattoos he had on his chest and arms peeking out from beneath them.
"Mmm.. no. It belongs to me now. consider it reparations for 'ruining' my supply run.. even if I did get good sex out of it." You smirked to him as the last sentence fell from you.
"Well I ain't leavin' without my shirt. Even if you do look fuckin' good in it.." Daryl scratched the back of his head, awkwardly caught in his realization of what he just said.
"I told you, the shirt's mine, stud. Guess you'll just have to find one here or... go shirtless," You said with a shrug, "Which.. wouldn't be the worst thing in the world considering..."
"Considerin'.. what?" Daryl was curious now, brain scrambling with all the things you could say in that moment, ranging from good to bad.
"Well, Daryl, I didn't sleep with you for no reason," You started, "You're a very good looking man. Plus I don't know where else I'm gonna be able to get sex like that..." You trailed off, a smirk plastered on your face. The last thing you wanted was your dirty fantasies coming to the surface.
Daryl's eyebrows raised for a moment, the blue of his eyes showing as his eyes widened.
"O..oh, well, um yeah, I feel the same way 'bout you.. Like, ya made me lose focus on what I was thinkin' about before and then.." Daryl glanced down at his hands, face softening a bit.
Was he really implying you were so damn captivating to him in that moment? The first time you'd thought about planting your lips to his?
"Yeah, right. So... are we going to talk about the fact that I actually did find this place first, and that you were the one late to the party?"
"Nah, I still ain't believe that. Did you come in the front door? It was open..." Daryl's eyebrows raised, looking at you while he rummaged through the room for another shirt, since you so stubbornly wouldn't give his back.
"Yep. I just didn't realize I left it like that... Guess I'm just gonna need a certain hunter with me to keep me safe..." You shrugged again, nonchalantly proposing the idea to him.
As Daryl pulled a checkered flannel out of a drawer and began putting it on, he looked as if he were thinking to himself. The button down shirt was darkly colored, with a small checkered pattern, fitting for him. After his bare chest was covered with cloth again, he threw on his leather vest over the shirt. when he was done, he turned to you and spoke.
"Alright, then let me ask ya somethin'."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"How many walkers have you killed?"
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