feral!daryl who has his eyes set on you the minute he walked into Alexandria, not creepily—just curious, observant.
feral!daryl who knows exactly when and where you were looking at him from, he knows when your eyes were on him.
feral!daryl who gifted you a dead possum and gutted it for you and left it on your porch as he watched in a distance to see you enjoying his gift.
feral!daryl who follows you to protect you once you started enjoying his company even though the alexandrians thought he was weird and off-putting.
feral!daryl who looks into your window at night, to see if you’re safely sleeping but instead he found you with your hands in between his legs moaning his name.
feral!daryl who runs into the woods and leaned against a tree as he desperately took his pants out to take out his fat hard cock after seeing you pleasure yourself with him on your mind. he would grunt and growl with nothing but you in his mind.
feral!daryl who starts sniffing you, your hair, your neck when you hug him, he would do it subtly—not in a way that it would seem weird because he was addicted to your scent.
feral!daryl who was so addicted in smelling you as he starts stealing your dirty panties, clothes, anything that would remind him of you.
feral!daryl who sniffed your panties every night, growling into the material as he pumped his cock, cumming to just your scent and your scent alone. now even the smell of your hair gets him hard.
feral!daryl who didn’t get scared when you caught him. instead he told you to run.
feral!daryl who hunted you down in alexandria, seeing your tracks easily for him to follow, almost like you wanted him to find you.
feral!daryl who found you and tied your hands behind your back as he pushed you against the tree because he knows how long you wanted him.
feral!daryl who would kneel, breathing in the musky scent of your pussy as you desperately begged him to do something.
feral!daryl who fucked you hard against the tree, keep grunting in your ear about how you were begging to be bred by him.
feral!daryl who would carry you back to your home taking care of you after he just fucked you so hard you could barely walk.
feral!daryl who would just sit there in between your legs watching the cum inside your pussy drip out because he knows he had marked you as his territory.
(farm era) daryl dixon’s girlfriend who is just the judgiest bitch alive. she sits doing her chores, gossiping with anyone she can, but especially with daryl of course. they especially love gossiping about shane, and once she finds out about shane and lori and the pregnancy? god daryl has to force her to keep her mouth shut cause she’s ready to tell everyone
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eeee tysm! :3 here r my picks!
jerk off (daryl x reader), broken down (ghost x könig x reader), make you cry (ghost x reader), perverted (daryl x reader), take the lead (daryl x reader).
A/N repost number one from the vault! one of my first fics that took off well enough for a second part. i love this one a lot. thank you for allowing me to write sick nasty pr0n.
to get daryl into a comfortable enough headspace to even consider letting go of control, is no easy feat. getting a dixon to open up is like trying to break a brick wall with a plastic spoon. he’s hard-headed, stubborn and cold. so why do you have the feeling he’s a whimpering mess underneath it all?
it started on accident. you were looking for someone else, and frankly, daryl was the last man you wanted to run into. but on your hunt, you stumbled across daryl, leaning against a tree. a hand clasped over his mouth, muffling the whines as his other hand pumped his cock, leaking pre-cum all over the forest floor. what a mess, you thought. there’s no way that’s…
but oh, yes it was. daryl dixon, eyes watery and fluttering, hips bucking like a wild animal. shit, you’d never seen him so desperate. hell, you’d never seen him expressive at all, let alone gasping and moaning like a total man-whore.
of course, the show was short lived, as daryl came minutes after you found him. spurts of hot, white load spill onto the grass, and daryl’s soon huffing, puffing, flushed and guilty.
the image haunted you for weeks, plaguing your mind like a sick disease. of course, you let no one know what you saw. because hell, you’d be called a pervert for it, despite daryl being the one jerking it in the woods.
but it’s not an easy thing to get over. when you saw him wandering away from the crowd next, you had to follow. curious.
back against the tree, eyes fluttering, zipper pulled down. daryl was at it again, like a dog in heat. you didn’t know what to think, what might’ve gotten into him that made his libido spike—you weren’t even sure he could get it up before now—but something had him whipped.
which was all fine and dandy until you slipped and hit your face on a rock. blood pooled, spilling from your nose with a groan, one that had daryl pulling his pants up, stuffing his aching dick away as he saw you struggling.
“jesus H. christ,” daryl growled, before marching over. “the hell y’doin’?!”
you blinked, a goofy, messy grin on your face. “totally not watching you jack it,” you said bluntly.
daryl scowled, ready to rip you a new one. “oughta leave y’here to rot,” he grumbled.
“you oughta,” you spat, grass and dirt coming out of your mouth as you stood. “but you won’t.”
“says who?” the man snapped, glaring accusatorially.
“says the boner in your pants,” you replied with a shit-eating grin. “you ain’t just gonna leave yourself hangin’, are ya?”
daryl debating smashing your face into a tree. but lord knows he ain’t one to start something he can’t finish. instead, he stared at you with a beet red face, trying to process what just happened.
“are ya?” you repeated, taking a step closer.
daryl meant to move back, to lean away from you, but he was frozen. “shuddup,” he spat.
“nah,” you snickered, cupping his chin. “y’know what i think? heh… i think you wanna keep going. think you’d like an audience, someone to push you while you desperately try t’cum.”
daryl grumpily moved his head out of your hold, but felt his pants tighten further. goddamn, where did this side of you come from?
“c’mon, dar,” you cooed, smirking something fierce as you stepped even closer. “you know how irritable you’d be if you just… walked away? how pent up and stiff?”
you let your hand rub up and down his arm, feeling him shudder against your touch. damn, this man was a mess—a broken wreck who’d never been given an ounce of love in his life.
“i could help you,” you breathed, brushing your nose against his ear. “c’mon, jus’ lean up against the tree… let me help…”
you pushed him until his back hit the wood, and your fingers danced around his belt, mocking him. the man wanted nothing more than to bash your head in, to scream at you, call you a sick pervert and fuck off somewhere for the rest of the day.
unfortunately, he couldn't seem to move. he stood frozen, allowing your hands to undo his belt, unzip his fly. "damn," you snickered. "still hard as a rock, doll."
"don't fuckin' do that," daryl grumbled, looking away with a flushed face.
"why?" you cooed, licking a stripe up his neck as your hand wrapped around his aching cock slowly. "can't take it?"
"ain't no doll," the man spat.
you couldn't hold back a laugh. it was adorable, how shy he got like this. you never knew him to be hesitant, to be nervous. but here, now, with his cock in your hand, slowly stroking him... god, he was a wreck.
it was inevitable that he'd start giving in. soon, daryl's hips were bucking into your hand, nails digging into the bark, breath heavy. your hand moved faster, but not fast enough to give him what he needed. curse you and your taunting ways.
"fucker," daryl snarled, still unable to make direct eye contact.
"oh, c'mon," you purred, leaning in close. "you can do it, baby, c'mon. cum."
daryl shook his head. not because he didn't want to finish, but because christ, he was humiliated. and that fact only got him closer.
"f-fuck off," he growled.
you scoffed, hand slowing until it came to a stop. "heh. okay," you replied, letting go of his swollen dick.
daryl huffed in frustration, suddenly looking you dead in the eye, a hint of desperation hidden beneath the anger and irritation. "what..." he panted.
"you said to fuck off," you smirked, stepping back. "so... i'll go."
daryl let his head fall back against the tree, catching his breath. his dick was throbbing, twitching, uncomfortable in the cold air without a hand to grasp it, to keep it warm. daryl knew this game. he was going to have to admit it. kill me now, he thought.
"please..." he muttered under his breath, looking down in defeat.
"hmmm?" you leaned back in, mocking him with your expression. "what?"
daryl groaned, wiping his face and debating whether or not to go through with this. his own hand grasped his cock, desperately attempting to relieve that tension. but he knew what he wanted.
"please," he repeated more firmly. "jus'... fuckin'..."
he grunted, stroking faster. he had to. he couldn't stop now.
"you want... hm?" you tilted your head, eyes glazed over with lust as your hands traced his sides. "ohhh... you wanna cum, huh?"
"fuckin' please," daryl roared, heart pounding. "don' care anymore, just fuckin' do it, god, fuck-"
"shhh," your face moved into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. "relax, baby. let me take care of you..."
daryl sighed, a breath of relief, as you replaced his hand. slowly, you matched his pace, your grip god-sent. it was humiliating, horrendous and gut wrenching, being degraded like this. and yet, he was letting you do it.
“you got it,” you praised, squeezing him just right, letting your thumb swipe across the tip. “jus’ drippin’ for me, ain’t ya?”
daryl whined, nails digging into the tree bark. he felt his stomach churning, that familiar coiling. he almost wanted to draw it out, to feel your hand forever. but god, he needed to cum. his hips thrusted involuntarily, eliciting a snicker from your lips. he glared up at you through wet lashes, but you only went faster. he tensed, panting and gasping like a pathetic dog.
“gonna cum?” you breathed, biting his neck gently.
daryl only nodded.
“got it,” you smirked, moving at the perfect pace, just enough pressure. “go ‘head. cum for me.”
daryl’s head fell back, scraping his scalp on the rough wood of the tree. he didn’t even feel the sting, just the pounding in his chest and his balls tightening. “fuck, fuckin’, fuck, i’m–“
his words were cut off by a strangled snarl, something deep and primal as he let go. your hand slowed, but didn’t stop as you milked his orgasm out. he spilled onto the forest floor, tainting it with his seed as he wheezed, breathless.
“ohhh, there ya go,” you cooed. “so good for me, doll. so good. such a good boy.”
soon, your hand left his cock, and daryl nearly collapsed. his legs were jelly, mind blank. you looked over his disheveled appearance, how the sweat stuck strands of hair to his forehead. he looked utterly wrecked. it was beautiful.
daryl finally looked up at you, flushed and spent. “fuck… fuck you,” he grunted.
it was no surprise when daryl avoided you after your last interaction. what a blow to the ego, being humiliated like that. but fuck, neither one of you could stop thinking about it.
the way he melted in your hand, the pathetic whines escaping his lips—they haunted your brain like a demon in your ear. and daryl? boy, was he fucked. the man couldn’t shut his eyes without picturing your snide grin, that cheeky fuckin’ face. couldn’t get himself off without longing for your hand. shit, when did i get so weak? he thought.
naturally, the next time you two spoke was awkward. a community campfire, though somber and bittersweet, was a nice change from fighting, eating, sleeping, repeat. despite the fact that either of you could’ve gotten up, sat somewhere else, you both chose to side eye each other like middle school enemies.
the group went off on tangents, old stories from before the fall. chuckles, even a few bouts of real, raw laughter escaped them. the booze helped, of course, but for once, everyone was calm. it almost felt normal.
“what about you, daryl?” rick finally asked, a sloppy smile on his face. “best memory of the old world. go.”
you snorted, causing daryl to shove you. a million ideas came to mind, ones that would no doubt stab daryl’s ego. he eyed you suspiciously, before waving his hand.
“nah, ain’t got nothin’ y’ain’t heard before,” he muttered.
“oh, come on, daryl,” carol nudged him. “don’t be a wuss. share a damn story.”
you smirked, watching him flounder. of course, on the outside, he just looked spaced out, lost in thought. but oh, you knew. he wasn’t one for fond memories, or old tales of his past.
“bet i know what ‘is favorite pastime was,” you mumbled, eliciting a couple snickers.
“ah, yeah? go on, ‘en. say it,” daryl growled back, voice slightly slurred. “since you seem t’know so much ‘bout me.”
you paused, wondering how mad he actually was. worth it, your brain replied. a big, sick grin painted your face, and you sucked in, waiting to say it. “jackin—“
daryl didn’t let you finish, grabbing you by the collar and dragging you along the dirt. “yeah, we’ll see jus’ how much you know ‘fore sunrise,” he snapped.
rick hollered something at daryl, but it was ignored. the group glanced around as daryl yanked you along the ground, wondering if this was the time to step in. “leave ‘em,” carol scoffed.
“umph,” your back hit the ground as daryl dropped you onto the yellowing grass. “jesus, man, whiskey don’ fuck around with you, ah?”
“y’wanna make a fuckin’ fool’a me?” daryl grunted, towering over you with glazed eyes. “you think you know me?”
your shit-eating grin dropped slightly, your confidence waning as his anger seemed more and more dangerous. “not like i’s gonna actually blow your cover,” you snorted, hiding your nerves. “can’t have big man rick thinkin’ you’re a softy, now can we?”
“shut up,” daryl snarled, hit boot stomping dangerously close to your thigh. “jus’ shut the hell up. you dunno nothin’.”
“i know that you absolutely fell apart with my hand around your cock,” you replied, unable to help being snarky.
the wind blew some leaves up from the dirt, an unsettling chill running through the air. daryl huffed, before slowly crouching down to be eye level with you. he didn’t speak for a moment, his heavy glare boring holes into your skull.
“you made me beg once,” he finally grumbled, voice low and dark. “don’ make me a bitch.”
your eyes went wide, unsure of where his head was at. you couldn’t gauge his next move, and that alone made you hesitant to give a mocking comeback. instead, you shook your head. “never called you a bitch,” you said, voice much smaller.
his brow went up, as if searching your features for deceit. he found none. “don’t have to,” daryl replied, calmer that time.
his hand came up, stroking your cheek gently, carefully. his eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the icy blue of his gaze.
“you’re easy to make fun of,” you smirked, voice breathless.
daryl chuckled at that. he supposed he was a bit of a hot head. leaning in, his breath was hot against yours, stare becoming more intimidating. you shuffled back until you were propped on a large rock. the angles cut into your back, but you ignored it.
daryl bit back a smirk, sensing your discomfort. he wondered if you were nervous, scared, aroused. “go on, then,” he jerked his chin at you. “say what you wanna say.”
you didn’t move. didn’t breathe. you said nothing. he raised a brow.
“…i liked it,” you admitted.
daryl scoffed. like that was news to him. his hand shot out, holding your throat. gentle, not squeezing, just holding you still. “you’re a freak,” he muttered.
“you liked it,” you spat back, a dusty pink blotching your cheeks.
“says who?”
“the cum in the dirt,” you smirked.
he snapped. maybe it was the booze on his breath, your incessant taunting, or his underlying attraction to you. maybe all three. but daryl kissed you, teeth and tongue, not gentle or sweet.
“fuckin’ bitch,” he grumbled against your mouth, biting your bottom lip and tugging.
you choked back a whine, hips jerking instinctively. “pussy,” you snapped back.
that’s how daryl ended up straddling you, hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back, claiming your neck. how his belt came unbuckled by your nimble hands, cock out with your familiar fingers wrapped around it.
“fuck,” daryl bit your shoulder, bucking into your strokes.
“see?” you smirked. “you like it.”
“i’ll kill ya,” he growled, hand gently squeezing your neck just to hear you squeak. “keep strokin’.”
your smile never faded. god, you were such a freak. daryl wouldn’t say it, sure, but he was finding himself just as enthralled as you.
“you act like—ack—no one’s ever made ya cum ‘fore,” you giggled, strained from daryl’s hand. “like a virgin.”
“shut up,” daryl snarled, panting heavy from your tight grip of his dick. “you talk too much.”
“prove me wrong,” you dared, pupils blown wide.
daryl’s hands pressed against the rock, just beside your head. he caught his breath as your hand devilishly slowed. you caught a glimpse of those canines, almost a smirk.
“yeah,” he nodded. “alright.”
and then your back was in the dirt.
his tongue trailed down your body, not even bothering to take off your shirt, just shoving it out of the way. he nipped your hips, making you squirm and loving it.
when daryl got to your abdomen, he undid your jeans with his teeth, yanking them down just enough to tease.
“fuck off,” you groaned, arching your back in need. “don’t tease.”
“no?” daryl grumbled. “you don’t think you deserve it?”
he went down on you first, sloppy and wet, like a cannibal devouring human flesh for the first time. he groaned and slurped—disgusting if not for how good it felt. your hands came down, tugging his hair desperately.
“holy shit, daryl, slow down—“
he paused, lips shiny and eyes glossy. “can’t take it?”
you whimpered, a small noise that escaped your lips without permission. “jus’…. fuck me?”
daryl tilted his head. got ‘em.
pants discarded onto the forest floor, he lined himself up, yanking your hips up to meet his. you stared wildly, wondering if he’d even fit.
for the first time, daryl paused. his expression turned gentle, and his hands hovered over your stomach. “you good with this?” he asked.
you didn’t hesitate, nodding yes.
“m’kay,” daryl mumbled, before he pressed the tip against your entrance. “gon’ go slow. don’t scream.”
“hah,” you let your head fall back. “please. jus’ tell me when it’s in.”
“right,” he rolled his eyes, pressing in.
one inch. two. three. you grit your teeth and sucked in. your nails dug into the dirt.
“good still?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “or can you not feel it?”
“fuck you,” you spat. “keep going.”
so he did. slowly, daryl pushed himself to the hilt, groaned as he let himself sit there. your breaths came heavy and uneven, getting used to the stretch. “jesus…” you breathed.
“go on,” he rasped. “tell me i got a tiny virgin dick.”
“shut up,” you whined. “move.”
daryl chuckled, slowly pulling out, the tip catching, before sliding back in with a grunt. “fuuuck, so tight,” he grumbled.
your voice got weaker as he gained rhythm. god, it was good and you couldn’t even deny it now.
“christ,” daryl shook his head, hand moving to cover your mouth. “keep quiet, idiot. ‘less you want an audience.”
but he kept going, picking up the pace. the way you clenched around him had daryl reeling, cock throbbing inside you.
you continued rambling under his palm, begging mindlessly. it was cute, how quickly you’d fallen apart. he smirked, leaning in close. “what’d i tell ya? got me to beg once, only fair i do the same t’you.”
then his hips snapped forward, sharp and purposeful. you squeaked under his hand, eyes wide.
“don’t scream,” he reminded you softly.
daryl was fucking you now. pounding, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he thrust in and out with fervor. boom, boom, boom, you were close, crying into his skin.
“don’t,” daryl growled. “gon’ draw ‘tention. gon’ make me cum quick if y’don’t shut it.”
“mmn’fair!” your moans muffled.
“nothin’s fair,” daryl grit, coming to a sharp halt. “jus’ wait… jus’ wait.”
you whined pathetically, body aching for release.
“you can wait,” daryl whispered sternly.
you shook your head, pouting with your eyes.
daryl scoffed, “i can keep goin’, but we’ll be done quicker.”
he finally let his hand fall from your mouth, hearing you gasp, admiring the sticky drool on your chin.
“don’ care,” you panted. “close, please.”
“what?” daryl leaned in, grinning darkly. “what’d you say?”
you groaned, grabbing his collar and pulling him against you. “i said please. wanna cum, damnit.”
daryl rumbled low in his throat, a pleased sound, before leaning back. “alright. where you want me?”
you paused, confused.
“stomach? face? ain’t stuffin’ ya. don’t like ya that much.”
“don’t care,” you whined.
“fine. dealer’s choice,” daryl shrugged, before grinding his cock in again.
your noises were too loud, though. he couldn’t let go without risking a hoard to come watch the show. so daryl flipped you over briskly, shoving your face in the dirt.
“smack me for air,” he growled, before forcing his way back inside you.
with your cries now muffled into the ground, the new angle had daryl struggling to keep quiet. so tight, so deep.
“fuck, you’re fuckin’ milkin’ me,” he grunted. “gonna cum soon, you better be close.”
he slammed home over and over, the slick sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the forest.
“breathe,” daryl snapped, yanking your head up by your hair to hear you wheezing. “gonna cum?”
“mhm,” you croaked. “please!”
“gonna give it to ya,” daryl spat between breaths. “gonna fuckin’ cum fer me, ah? do it. do it, fuckin’ cum—“
“daryl?!” a familiar voice rang through the forest.
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daryl dixon would absolutely call his girl “bambi.”
not because it’s cute. because it makes sense.
he notices movement before faces, footsteps before voices. he’d clock immediately that she couldn’t make it twenty feet through the woods without catching a root, stumbling over a log, or snapping enough sticks underfoot to send every deer running.
the first time, “stumblin’ around with two left feet like bambi. gon’ get us killed.” brushing past her.
as time passes, i can just hear him shaking his head with that little half-smirk and going, “c’mere, bambi.”
prompt idea: rick and the group have just settled into alexandria. reader barely knows any of these survivors, she just has a massive crush on risk (from afar). one day while patrolling, rick decides to say hello/introduce himself. reader gets super flustered and rick kinda finds it cute :D
Curiosity didn't kill the reader - Rick Grimes x Fem!reader
Author's Note: Tysm for this ask!! So sorry this took so long, it's not my best work but I really hope you like it pookie!!
Warnings: 18+ Flirting, stolen glances, reader crushing on Rick. Light touchings, slight clit flicking? kissing, dirty talk. Rick on his knees? Suggestive sexual undertones. Rick Grimes being a tease
The day the new group arrived something shifted in the town of Alexandria, well it definitely did for you.
The tanned and rugged man standing at the gates with his daughter on his hip made something flutter inside you.
Everyone inside the walls were clean shaved and quite naive but this man’s eyes had a darker side, he had seen things. It made you nervous but it also excited you.
The twang of his voice made your heart skip a beat, you heard him speak in passing since that day but you hadn’t mustered up the confidence to speak to him alone.
So you don’t, continuing to watch from the sidelines as he navigates his way around the group. Some of them are not giving him a warm welcome.
This didn’t seem to phase him, you began to notice who he was closest to in his own group. Carol had been friendly towards you, briefly introducing you to Daryl who grunted in your direction.
He made you nervous in a different way to Rick. You were intrigued by Rick, the way he didn’t instantly accept his role as the town’s police officer but he looked so good doing it.
How he quietly observed everyone, just as you were watching him. His eyes flickered onto yours, holding your gaze which made your cheeks flush red as you tried to hold your composure.
You secretly hoped you weren’t holding your emotions on your face as you tried to ignore the pull towards him.
It was only a crush, right?
You weren’t imagining how his lips would feel on yours, how his rough hands felt grazing your soft skin. Over your breasts—
Legs trembling as you bent down to lift up the basket of fruit, heavily exhaled as your composure was clearly ruined simply by your dirty thoughts.
A single word hadn’t shifted between you both and yet, the crush was blossoming in your chest. Every glance made your stomach flutter.
Since he had shaved his beard, there was a hidden glow where the thickness had once been.
He patrolled the streets cautiously, still observing the town you Iived in. He didn't approach him and you noticed that people didn’t approach him, everything was still rather hostile.
Even though a few weeks had passed, you still didn't have the nerve to speak to him.
Today your shift at the pantry was in the evening rather than the morning, feeling off kilter as you organised the stock. Between you and Olivia, it was run like a tight ship.
The evening shifts were easier, the quietest with a few people popping in for their dinner prep or breakfast prep. You often focused on stock take and rotation during this type of shift, it was shorter than the morning as the demand was higher so more items needed replacing after lunch.
You hadn’t seen Rick in a few days even though you haven’t spoken, the scenarios didn’t disappear from your mind. The glances exchanged between you, from that first meeting.
The way the sun glistened against his blue eyes, how he tipped his hat when he walked past the pantry. Not directly at you but his eyes lingered longer than necessary.
This made your stomach flip whenever you saw those brown cowboy boots.
That familiar sound of the heel against the concrete flooring, your back was turned holding onto a can of peaches. Breathing shakily as you tried to contain your excitement.
“Hi darlin’ ” his voice was quiet, hovering behind you.
This made you nervous, it took you a few moments to place the can back on the shelf and turn around.
“Didn’t mean to make ya jump” he chuckled, hands on his hips as you looked at him.
Cheeks flushed red at the twang in his voice, his eyes boring into yours. The light blue reflecting off the evening sun, matching the faint colouring of his uniform.
You smiled politely, glancing down at his fingers which were gripping onto his gun holster by his hips.
“Oh hi” you squeaked, redness tinting your ears.
“So? You work here?” His question was curious, picking up one of the cans.
He studied the contents for a brief second before his eyes landed back on yours.
“Uh huh” you nodded, suddenly realising that you were at a loss for words.
This was rare, you weren’t the chattiest of people but you usually kept basic small talk.
And then Rick said something that made you quiver,
In a low husky voice, stepping even closer to you. His eyes burnt into you, setting fire to the emotions in your stomach.
“Use your words, little one’’
You let out a gasp, a mixture of shock and minor arousal. If you struggled before to compose yourself with just your thoughts, this was a whole different ball game.
He seemed to like that your reaction to his comment was somewhat nonexistent, the edge of his lips turning in delight.
“Yes, Rick. I do work here” your voice shuddered as his attention didn’t falter.
Leaning forward once more, his lips inches away from your ear and your jawline. His breath hot on your skin, goosebumps shot across your skin.
“See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” His eyes releveling in his pleasure at making you squirm.
Shaking your head in response, your eyes snapping towards movement outside. His demeanour changed instantly, a flicker of a smile lingering on his lips as he took a step backwards.
‘’Well, I’ll see you around. Darlin’ ” the twang hitting a little harder than the first time he spoke.
As you tucked the key into your pocket, double checking the locks before heading back to your house. It was dark now, the pantry was never open long during the evenings so not much time had passed since Rick had been standing with you.
The reoccurring flutter in your lower stomach as your mind drifted to him, the chunk of the keys hitting the inside of your trousers as you walked.
It was quiet in the streets of Alexandria, the guards in the tower had slowly changed since the group’s arrival but you didn’t enquire much into that.
Secretly hoping for Rick to appear as you rounded the corner towards the row of houses, a few lights flickered along the terraces and in the bedrooms.
You had overheard that Rick had yet to move into his own house, the group still shared the living room of one of the acquired houses. This made you curious, it had been a long time since you had experienced the proper feel of family.
The next day came quickly, finally a Saturday you weren’t required to work. Noise from outside awoke you as light bellowed through the thin curtains of your bedroom, groaning as you tried to roll over and ignore it.
But the noise was more persistent, realising you wouldn’t get more sleep than you had. You peered out the window, Rick’s group were discussing loudly together in front of the houses.
Your window ajar, you pressed your ear as close as you could get without being caught and listened.
“Look Daryl, Michonne is right. I want to give this place a try, for the sake of Judith and Carl. I want Carl to experience peace and I’d like Judith to grow up like her brother did” his voice was low but firm.
As Daryl grunted a reply that was barely legible for your hearing at this distance, you stupidly decided to take a peek. Instantly meeting those blue eyes, his hands tucked into his pocket and a flicker of a smirk.
He had seen you.
With a eek, you pushed the curtains closed and pressed your back against the wall. Heart racing as you tried to hide away from view.
The sound of feet moving downstairs made you relax for a second, peeling yourself away from the wall as their figures were no longer facing your house.
As you pattered sleepily downstairs, coffee on the brain. You were startled to hear a soft rattle against the door, gasping in shock.
Only dressed in skimpy shorts and a loose white tank top, you froze. Holding your breath as the sound of the kettle boiling filled the large kitchen.
It was too late to ignore them now.
You still hovered at the door as you looked at their frame, instantly recognising his build and his thick hands clutching his holster. And if you were expecting anyone, it definitely wasn’t him.
“Hi Rick, I’ve just made coffee if you fancied some?” You smiled innocently.
A twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he accepted your invitation and stepped inside, taking in your decor. You had tried to make the place homey, through innovative ideas with what you had to hand. It wasn’t perfect but you liked it.
As you let the hot water on the instant coffee, everytime you made your coffee all you could think of was the espresso coffee you used to enjoy. It felt like an age ago, your back pressed against the counter to face Rick.
Rick was clearly impressed by it, your cheeks flushing as you noticed him examining the items on the kitchen counter. You had some perks from working in Alexandria’s pantry, Olivia allowed you to take a little extra than others especially it was a slow evening. Sometimes the items had been sitting there for too long.
‘Sugar?’’ you asked, wanting to break the silence with something easy.
Feeling slightly curious about the foreign topic of how Rick used to take his coffee, it was something that you once used to die to know about when you fancied someone. The word ‘fancied’ rolling around in your mind, there it was. The thing that you didn’t dare to admit to yourself but it was true.
As he nodded, mumbling a thank you as you emptied a little bit of milk into both cups and the metal vibrations of the teaspoon hitting the ceramic mug and turning back to face him. He was closer now, his hand grazing yours when you passed the mug between your hands/
You tried to deny the sparks that flew between the light touch, you cleared your throat and blew on your coffee. Rick not taking a step back, not giving you the space that you weren’t even sure you truly wanted. It had taken you weeks to even be in the same room as him and now you were overthinking if he fancied you back.
His comments from the other night had replayed continuously as you laid in bed, sending flutters to your low region. As you looked up at him through your eyelashes now, you felt your breath was taken away by his teasing blue eyes staring back at you. Holding your gaze longer than necessary.
‘’I can’t remember the last time I had a cup of coffee’’ he mumbled into his mug, the sip of coffee evidently burning his tongue.
Water briefly filled his eyes as he swallowed the hot liquid without a noise, it was hot. How he could act so nonchalantly about the coffee burning the inside of his mouth and not take his eyes off you.
You wondered what he’d be like if his tongue was elsewhere, licking the inside of your thighs.
Would his eye contact be so strong? Would he moan or shudder louder than he did with the coffee?
Clearing your throat once more, Rick’s eyebrows narrowed at the noise. You were aware that it had been twice you had done that, secretly hoping that Rick didn’t notice but it appeared that his focus had never lingered away from you.
‘Something on your mind? Little one?’ he asked curiously, there was a playful expression on his face after he spoke.
Yes, the idea of him eating you out in the middle of this kitchen. The coffee went cold on the counter whilst your ass was perched on the edge, his nails digging into your skin as his teeth bit down your thighs until he reached your trembling core. Begging for him to touch you, taste you.
But you didn’t dare speak a word of that,
‘’Just how nice the sun looks in the morning’’ you lied into the corner of the mug, pushing it in between your lips.
‘’Liar’’ his voice was deep, his eyes twinkling as he placed the mug next to your side.
Heart hammering into your chest, your eyes fluttering at his words. How could he tell you were lying, just by looking at you?
‘’No--No’’ you stumbled on your words, the mug still held tightly between your hands.
‘’I think it’s cute, how shy you get around me’’ his lips were inches away from your ear, hovering just below the side of your neck.
Your body trembled as he was even closer now, your eyes flickered down to his lip. Chapped and raw, he probably hasn’t kissed someone in a very long time and that made you weak to the knees.
‘’Rick’’ you felt yourself whine, his hands were pinching under your chin.
Lifting your face up towards his, his lips were inches away from kissing you. Your mug was clutching tightly between your chest, the pain was slightly hurting as it dug into your soft skin but that didn’t matter.
Not when you were this close to kissing someone you really, really wanted to kiss.
You felt his body shake against yours, he still hadn’t kissed you. It was painful to be this close to his lip without any solid action. The only person you had kissed was Spencer and that was on a drunken night when you felt sorry for him, this was different.
The fire burning in your lower stomach was making your thighs sticky, his rough touch against your soft cheeks was making you melt. And yet, you heard him groan, his eyes tightly closed before he released you from his grip and slowly took a step away.
Leaning over you to pour the contents of his mug into the sink, lingering his body inches away from yours but he didn’t lean any closer and he definitely didn’t kiss you.
You visibly sighed, feeling rather disappointed. The heat building up inside that you was slowly being doused and put out by his dismissal. You weren’t one to beg for a man to kiss you.
It was only a kiss and he wasn’t the only man in Alexandria. He just happened to be the one that made you nervous and the one who had started this fire inside you. The one who you kept your thoughts racing throughout the day and met you in your filthy and disgusting dreams.
Sighing to yourself, your mind began to wonder. Maybe he wasn’t as attracted to you as you thought.
‘’Hope you enjoyed your coffee’’ you spat out, biting your lip after you spoke.
Feeling bitter at the situation unfolding both in your mind and in reality, you fancied him from the moment you saw him so the mixed signals were driving you insane.
His back was facing you, his mug was sitting in the sink with no remainder of coffee. His palms were pressed against the counter, there was clearly something on his mind that he wasn’t sharing but you weren’t the one to deal with baggage. Spencer had a lot of that and from day one you had let your intentions clear but this felt different with Rick.
Surprising you, he spun around. The mug clattering against the floor, between your feet as his hands clutched onto your cheeks and pushed your lips onto his and he kissed you.
It was passionate and rough, his tongue slipping through the gap between your lips. Your back was pressed harder against the counter, the broken mug was stepped on by Rick’s cowboy boots as you melted into the kiss.
A soft moan escaped from your mouth, it met Rick’s deeper moan as your shaking hands lifted up to the gap between his stomach and his skirt.
Breathless, pink cheeked and grinning like two teenagers. His forehead resting onto yours, the morning sun highlighting the brown flecks of his curls as he stared into your eyes.
‘’I hope you enjoyed your coffee’’ he mocked you with a teasing smile, his hands sliding down your cheeks and gripping onto your neck.
You laughed at his attempt at impersonating you, still close together until he kissed you once more. Softer this time and his attention flickered down to the shards of china scattering at your feet.
‘’We gotta tidy this up, we don’t want you to hurt yourself now. Do we, little one?’’ his voice was slightly condescending, dropping to his knees in an instant.
You shuddered quietly as you watched him, his eyes looked up at you from between your legs. He seemed to fit perfectly in that position as he carefully picked up each individual shard, knocking against your thighs. A silent order for you to separate your legs, your eyes unmoving from his. It was hot to see him slowly pick each item up so close to your throbbing core.
You had a feeling that he wasn’t the type of guy who had been on his knees often but he took on the role easily. With a smirk, he clutched the broken shards with his left hand and as he slowly began to stand up, his right hand slid up your thigh until he stopped just above your soaked panties.
Leaning again to empty the pieces into the sink, his hand in the same place and his lips brushing your jaw as you felt yourself shudder. And it was as if the universe was doing everything in its power to stop you and Rick, there was a loud knock on the door.
That playful smirk on his face as Rick studied you, he could feel the heat just with his fingers. Licking his lips as he turned to look at the door, they were definitely not looking for you.
‘’Duty calls darlin’ I’ll come and find you later’’ he teased, his pupils pulsating as he painfully peeled himself away from you.
Just to tease you further, he positioned his fingers above your pajamas shorts and flicked your clit. Watching as you whimpered, pushing your body towards him for more but all he did was shake his head with a wink.
At the door, he loudly spoke into the kitchen.
“Thanks for the report” his eyes lingered on your collarbones.
A subtle wink in your direction before switching it up with a nod and he swung the door open, pushing whoever at the door out of your house and left you alone.
Letting out a breath, his words echoed in your mind as you were left with the remnants in the kitchen sink and the promise of more later on in the day.
Smiling to yourself, you tried to hide your excitement as you collected the shards that had brushed his fingers. Maybe your mind was playing with you,
