letmereedusyou

[letmereedusyou]

angel of small death

Daryl Dixon x fem reader

+18

summary: you and Daryl were together, lived in the prison with Rick and others, one day you got separated from the group after the Governor’s attack on the prison, you stay in an abandoned church you found miles away

warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (both), swearing

A/N: for anyone who doesn’t know what angel of small death means: clicky here. Enjoy the story! 😉

„This way!” You heard Daryl yelling at you, and you didn’t think twice. Your feet took you towards him. In the chaos of it all, you felt dizzy and on edge. You kept thinking about Hershel’s death, but most of all you were thinking about Beth and Maggie, and how much pain they were going through. „Come on, Y/N!” You hear Daryl again, and you feel his hand taking yours, pulling you away from the prison and into the woods.

You both run and run, until you stop at a crossroads. Daryl looks both ways, panting heavily from the run and then chooses left. You walk behind him, his hand still gripping yours firmly. You walk for miles on end until evening hits. Both exhausted and jumping at any sound around you. You suddenly see a very high tower, with a cross on top. "Daryl," you say and pull him towards you, pointing up. "We could spend the night?"

"Good spot," Daryl nods. It was clear he was tired, as his movements were getting sluggish and his voice didn't sound firm and loud like it usually does. You both make your way towards the tower, discovering a medium sized church, with white walls and high ceiling windows. You could see through the windows there was some movement inside.

You inch towards the church, scanning your surroundings, Daryl’s bow always at the ready, and your machete out. You can practically hear the snarling of the walkers inside the church, so you dip under the window. Daryl gives you a nod and peaks up in the church, assessing the situation. He mouths to you the number 10 and you breathe out, knowing that you're more than able to take on ten walkers. You walk to the entrance and open the doors, letting the walkers out, and you swiftly dispatch all of them.

You decide to get inside the church and check it out. It was dark and almost felt eerie. The high windows were letting a soft glow of the moon inside. The pews were moved around, probably by the wandering walkers, creating a chaotic atmosphere. At the end of the long aisle was a cross with two golden angels at each side. Huh. You weren't much of a believer, but you could appreciate the beauty of the craftsmanship.

You step closer towards it, looking at the angels and their faces. They looked like they were in pain, anguish almost. They were looking at the cross, ever so slightly, clutching on their hearts. You could see the detail on their faces, the crinkle of their eyes, the scrunch on their nose, even the teeth inside of their open mouths. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"You alright?" you hear the gruff voice of Daryl behind you. You knew he wasn't very into the artsy stuff but that didn't stop you from sharing your thoughts. He admitted once that he liked seeing you so passionate about things. "I'm just appreciating the art" you say to him and turn around just to see him standing by one of the benches, leaning his back against it, observing you with a gentle smile.

"I could say the same thing," he says, his eyes scan your entire body before he looks you in the eye.

"Very smooth, Dixon," you chuckle, and it echoes throughout the church. You step closer to him and wrap his hands around his neck. His hands immediately land on your waist, rubbing it gently with his thumbs. "You think we're safe here?"

"For now," he says, nodding gently. He looked at your face, seeing your concern, and he squeezed your sides. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise".

"I know," you say quietly and you peck his lips. You look around the church, looking for a good place to lay down and rest. Your eyes fall on the carpeted platform where the altar was situated. You smile. "That looks semi-comfortable," you nod towards the place and Daryl follows your gaze.

"So it does," he says. You both walk over to the altar and sit behind it, so if by any chance someone decided to break through the stack of the benches at the doors, you'd be out of sight, having an upper hand in defending yourselves.

Daryl leans on the altar, sighing deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, and you situate your head on his lap, using his thigs as pillows. "Comfortable?" he asks to which you nod gently. His hand reach to your hair, gently stroking your head. This was a side of Daryl that only you have ever seen and it only shows when he's with you. It's gentle and soft, so caring. You loved it so much that you could make him feel safe enough to let go of his gruff demeanour.

You rest for awhile, in complete silence, both of you tired from the day's events. Your mind drifts to Hershel's death, to Beth and Maggie, to Rick, and you hoped that they're okay and that they've survived. The group have lost so many people already, and for some reason, every single time it felt as cruel and as painful as it did the first time.

You look up at Daryl, and you see he's already staring at you. A smile form on your lips. You've got an idea... His blue eyes roam all over your face, and his hand stills on your hair. "What?" he asks.

"Nothing... I just..." you say, trying to form a sentence. You pull yourself up to sitting position and look at him. Without thinking about it too much, you put your hand on his crotch, squeezing it gently. "I could use a distraction..."

"Distraction, huh?"

"That's right," you say, fumbling with his belt buckle. His breath hitches when you yank on it, the belt clinks, echoing slightly in the church hollowness. You unzip his trousers, your moves slow and deliberate. Your hand dips inside and you stroke his cock through his underwear. He groans out loud, his head tilts backwards. You could feel him growing under your touch and it made you smirk. You loved the effect you had on him. You lean closer, kissing his neck and pull his cock out of his boxers, letting it spring free.

A moan escaped his mouth when your hand wrapped around him. Fuck yes, you thought to yourself. The sound of his moans made you so wet and so needy. You lower your mouth down, deciding that his dick needs a little bit more attention. You lips wrap around his tip as he sucked the air in sharply. "Fuck," he curses under his breath, which only spurred you even more.

You push your head down, until pretty much all of him is in your mouth and you murmur slightly which makes him grab onto your hair and growl. You began to bop your head up and down, him guiding you with his hand in your hair. The gasps and moans of his made your panties wet and your body hot with need.

"Shit... Y/N," he gasped and you knew he was enjoying it as much as you were. You pull away from him and then you decide to straddle him. He puts his hands on your thighs, his breathing heavy.

"Mhm," you murmur in approval of the sight before you, leaning towards his lips. You can feel his hands moving up and under your shirt, pulling it up to caress your sides, which made you shiver. You kiss him, gently at first but then you add some passion to it. He squeezes your sides, his fingers digging into your skin, and he grunts into the kiss. You move your hands to grip the back of his neck, your hips grind on top of him, causing both of you to breathe out sharply.

You could feel his dick underneath you, knowing he is as horny as you were and it made you want him even more. You grind even harder, a soft moan escape your lips. His hands pull your top off, chucking it somewhere to the side, leaving you with your bralette on. His eyes roam over your chest, hungrily, before one of his hand pulls you closer by the small of your back and the other gently brushes over your breast. The action makes you gasp quietly.

You clash your lips with his again, pulling on his hair gently, and he grunts, pulling you even closer, so your bodies are tightly together. He begins to kiss down your jawline and your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

Your breath hitches as his lips trail down your throat, sending shivers through your body. His stubble grazes your sensitive skin, the slight roughness a delicious contrast to his soft mouth. You tilt your head back, giving him better access as he nips and sucks at your pulse point. A quiet moan escapes your lips, and you feel him smile against your neck in response.

His hands roam down your sides, fingers digging in slightly as he makes his way all the way down, grazing his fingers at the waistband of your jeans. The heat between your bodies is intoxicating. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. He groans low in his throat, the vibrations tingling against your skin.

Your hands move to the hem of Daryl's shirt, tugging it upwards. He breaks away just long enough for you to pull it over his head before his lips are on yours again, hungry and insistent. Your fingers trace the hard planes of his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch.

Daryl's hands fumble with the clasp of your bralette, finally managing to unhook it. He pulls the garment away, tossing it aside carelessly. His rough palms cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You arch into his touch, gasping at the sensation.

"Daryl," you breathe, grinding your hips down against his cock. He groans, bucking up to meet you.

In one swift movement, he flips you onto your back on the carpeted platform. His body covers yours as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands explore your body. Every touch ignites sparks under your skin. Daryl's lips trail down your neck and chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You arch your back, a breathy moan escaping you. His other hand kneads your other breast as he lavishes attention on you.

Your fingers fumble with his belt buckle, desperate to feel more of him. He helps you, quickly shimmying out of his pants and boxers. You take a moment to admire his naked form in the soft moonlight filtering through the windows.

Daryl's hands move to your waistband, looking up at you for permission. You nod eagerly and lift your hips to help. He swiftly removes your pants and underwear, leaving you both completely bare. His eyes roam hungrily over your body as he settles between your thighs. You shiver, partly from the cool air on your exposed skin and partly from anticipation.

He lowers his face in between your thighs, gripping them to keep you in place before his tongue darts out to taste you. He swirls it around your clit, making you moan loudly. He presses his entire tongue to your wet slit, before he starts lapping at it, like he was dying of thirst and your juices were the only thing that could help him. The action makes you arch your back, and run your fingers through his hair. The sounds you were making were a cross of a moan and a whimper. It felt incredible. Just when you thought it couldn't get better, he decides to drive one of his fingers inside of you, making you cry out of pleasure, his tongue playing with your clit. "That's it, let me hear you, baby," he says.

He keeps going for another minute or two, but to you it felt like an eternity. He slowly pulls the finger out and he brings himself up, his body hovering above you.

He captures your lips in a searing kiss as his hand trails down your body. His fingers find your clit, stroking gently. You gasp into his mouth, hips jerking at the sensation. He swallows your moans as he works you skilfully, building the tension coiling in your core.

"Daryl, please," you whimper, desperate for more.

He positions himself at your entrance, looking into your eyes as he slowly pushes in. You both groan at the feeling of him filling you completely. He stills for a moment, letting you adjust, before starting to move. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. Your fingers dig into his back as you move together, finding a rhythm.

Daryl buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You turn your head to capture his lips, kissing him deeply as he continues to drive into you. The church is filled with the sound of your quiet moans and gasps, echoing softly in the cavernous space. You can feel the tension building, that familiar coiling sensation in your lower abdomen growing stronger with each thrust. Daryl must sense it too, because he picks up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent.

"Y/N," he grunts, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm close."

"Me too," you pant. "Don't stop."

He slips a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive clit again. He rubs tight circles as he continues thrusting, sending sparks of pleasure through you. The dual sensations quickly push you to cum.

"Daryl!" you cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Your body tenses, inner walls clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crash through you.

The feeling of you pulsing around him sends Daryl tumbling after you. He buries himself deep with a final thrust, groaning your name and a string of curses, as he finds himself spilling inside of you. You cling to each other, bodies trembling in the aftermath.

"Fuck, you're literally an angel of small death," he whispers, which makes you chuckle, as you literally had sex right under the two golden angel statues.

For a few moments, you simply lie there, catching your breath. Daryl presses soft kisses to your neck and shoulder as you come down from your high. Eventually, he carefully pulls out and rolls to the side, gathering you against his chest.

You snuggle into Daryl's warmth, resting your head on his chest as your breathing slowly returns to normal. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, sending pleasant tingles through your body. For a moment, you can almost forget the chaos of the world outside.

"You okay?" Daryl murmurs, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

"Mmm," you hum contentedly. "More than okay."

You tilt your head up to look at him, finding his blue eyes gazing at you softly in the moonlight. There's a tenderness there that makes your heart swell. You reach up to brush a strand of hair from his face, letting your hand linger on his cheek.

"Thank you," you whisper.

His brow furrows slightly. "For what?"

"For being here. For keeping me safe. For… Always making me feel wanted”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he shakes his head. "I will always make you feel like that. That's a promise. You're it for me. You know I love you, right?"

You nod gently. "I love you too, Daryl"

[letmereedusyou]

bear den

Daryl Dixon x Fem Reader

+18

summary: you and Daryl go on a supply run, run across a herd that is unmanageable for only you two so you hide in an old bear den where things get heated

warnings: swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, choking

A/N: this is my first post ever, so please be mindful of that when commenting. I need some creative outlets and this is what I choose to do - my poor head always full ideas for smutty smuts. English is not my first language so I am sorry in advance for any grammatical errors. Enjoy, you filthy animals 😉

You and Daryl have known each other for a long time. You worked well as a team when it came to supply runs and killing zombies. That's why you always ended up together. Ever since the prison, you and him have grown close and became friends, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't like him more than that. You kept it secret from everyone, and somehow no one suspected anything. You took pride in being such a great actress, especially when Daryl was blissfully unaware of every feeling you had for him. He was never good at deciphering emotions.

You weren't able to pinpoint the time when you started feeling more for him. It kind of just happened. You try to justify your feelings by blaming the fact you always kept close to each other, always going on supply runs together, you barely ever spend time with other people. Maybe it was because you both enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet and the silence between you never felt awkward.

Today was no different from any other runs you went on together. Rick has asked you both to get some supplies for Alexandria. You, of course, agreed as you weren't the type to sit around anyway. And neither was Daryl. You kept quiet but you walked close to each other, all senses on alert, scanning the surroundings. Daryl kept his crossbow at the ready at all times and you held your machete out. The only sound around you was your footsteps and occasional walker snarl.

As you proceeded deeper into the woods, the snarling got a lot more audible. The chill went through your body when you realized that you're not dealing with a couple of them. It was most definitely a herd. You look at Daryl. "We're screwed" you say quietly to him. "Maybe not" he murmurs and nods towards a hole in the ground. It seemed to be a bear den.

You nod to him and you quietly move towards the den. He climbs in first and shimmy as far inside as he could and then motions to you. You feel your heart skip a beat when you realise that there's not much space in the den and you most likely will be glued to Daryl for God knows how long. You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts and you climb inside the den, pushing inside until your back touches Daryl's front which was met with a slight grunt. You pull a big tree branch over the opening to cover the entrance and hide both of you better.

The space was indeed really tight. His front was pressed to your back, you could feel the heat emanating from him. He was so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your head. His body was really tense and stiff behind you. You wiggled a little to get a bit more comfortable and it was met with a low voice of his. "Stop moving so fucking much".

"Sorry" you whisper and stiffen up, trying not to move a muscle but the position you were in was almost painful so you moved again, against your instincts. You suddenly feel his hand firmly gripping your waist to keep you in place.

What. The. Fuck.

You breathed out sharply. You could feel your heart thumping in your chest and your cheeks most definitely flushed red. His hand pressed down on your waist. "I told you to stop moving" Daryl says in a low voice, right against your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine and you could've sworn your breathing stopped for a second. "Sorry" you mutter out.

"Don't be sorry, just do what I say" he whispers, his hand never loosening the grip on your waist. You nod gently as you lay there, really close to each other. His fingers dig into your side, and you close your eyes for a second, try to calm down your breathing. As you open them, you try to focus on the walkers passing the den. A few of them dangerously close to the entrance. You close your eyes again and let your body fall backwards a bit, leaning against him more, which was met with a soft grunt, his hand squeezing harder on your waist and he shifts closer to you. Your eyes flew open at the movement as you felt something.

Was he...?

You decide to test that theory and press your ass against his crotch which made him breathe in sharply, his fingers dug into your skin even more, the sensation almost painful. He was enjoying this.

Your cheeks flush red, you were sure that you looked like a tomato by now, but you choose to shift your head to look over your shoulder and at him. Daryl was looking forward, focusing hard on the horde. His hair was hiding part of his face but you could see the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Daryl?" You whispered and waited for what seemed to be an eternity for an answer, which wasn't even an answer, just a barely audible grunt. "Your... You're... The..." You struggled to form a coherent sentence, feeling his cock pressing against you, your pussy clenching around nothing. You shift in your place again, trying to grind a little and you feel his shuddered breath on your ear which made you close your eyes.

"I know" he says quietly, and you swallow hard, trying to keep your sanity in check. You look at him again and this time, he looks right back at you, his eyes scanning your face, your eyes, stopping on your partially opened lips. You wanted to say something, anything, but words got stuck in your throat. You felt him grind his hips twice and a soft moan escaped your lips. You quickly covered your mouth to make sure no other sound escapes. You can see Daryl's lips twitch into a tiny smile. Oh. My. God.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and you pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. It was met with a huff, his hand that was squeezing your waist moved to the side of your neck, holding you in place so he could deepen the kiss. You quickly changed positions, moving so your front was pressed to his front, your hand pulling on his angel wing vest to get him closer. You throw your leg around his hip. He grunted quietly, scooting closer to you until your bodies were pressed firmly together, moulding to each other perfectly.

The kiss got really heated, really quickly. Your hands explored each other until he moved on top of you, pressing his body down to yours. He broke the kiss. "How long?" He whispers, looking at you with his blue eyes. "How long what?"

"How long have you been hiding your feelings for me?". Your eyes widen at his question, your heart skips a beat. "What?" You whisper sharply. How the fuck did he know?!

"Don't you dare play dumb with me right now" he growls lowly, his hot breath hitting your face. He was so close, you could kiss him again, but you knew he wouldn't let you unless you answered his question. "A while" you whisper, looking away. Your ears were burning. You knew the feelings developed throughout the time but you weren't going to ruin the friendship you had with him, just because you were falling for him.

He lowered his head to your ear. "And you didn't tell me why?" He asks, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "I didn't want to destroy our friendship".

"Friends don't kiss" he says in a low voice, lowering his lips to your neck, kissing it gently. "Friends don't get horny at the possibility of fucking their friends. And most certainly, friends don't do this" his hips press to your hips and it almost makes you moan at how hard he was.

"Daryl, I..." You say quietly but he puts his hand on your mouth, preventing you from speaking. "Do you want this?" He whispers. "Shake or nod"

You nod once and gently, looking into his eyes, hoping that it will convey all the emotions you want him to know and you buckle your hips towards him. He almost smiles, his lips forming a tiny smirk. His hands roam all over you body, including your hardened nipples, your stomach, sides and thighs. He wasn't shy about it. It almost felt like he was waiting a long time for this to happen, and now that it is happening, he needs to make sure it's real.

His hands finally find your belt buckle. Pop. He undoes the belt with a swift, silent motion and he works on the button and zipper. It takes no time at all and he slips his hand into your trousers. He finds his way to your clit through your wet panties and he begins to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. The motion makes you moan, but he squeezes the hand on your face more firmly. "You gotta stay quiet" he whispers, looking through the branch to make sure the walkers didn't hear it.

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself but you nodded. He kept the pressure on your clit, rubbing a little harder now. He could see you squirming and your eyes widening, your breath through your nose hitting his fingers that were wrapped around your pretty little mouth. His touch was sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. You kept pushing yourself more and more against his fingers, wanting more friction. He could tell. His mouth found your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and soft bites, his quickened breath hitting your skin which made you even wetter.

He then pulls your underwear to the side and lets his hand wander down, sticking one of his finger inside of you. All of it combined made your eyes roll back. His hand presses to your mouth harder, making sure you don't make any noise. He slowly pumped his finger in and out, the pace almost excruciating. You could feel your body aching for more, so your hips started to grind against his hand in your panties. You could hear him grunt quietly. He adds another finger inside of you which makes you suck the air in sharply. He pumped them faster now and your body shivered.

You try to mumble his name through his hand and it worked because he looks up from your neck and his eyes lock with yours, his movements inside you stills. He takes his hand off your mouth. "What?" He whispers. "I need you... Please..." You whisper back and he almost groans.

He removes his fingers out of you and pulls your trousers and panties down to your knees. Before you know it, he flips you around so you're on your side again, your back pressed against his chest. You feel him mess around with his belt and zipper. You decide to grind on him a little, making him suck the air in. "Stop that" he growls in a low tone, his hands pulling his trousers and boxers down just enough to let his cock out. You can feel it smacking your ass gently once it bounces out the boxers and it makes your breath shudder.

You arch your back and press your ass to him. He doesn't waste a damn minute. One of his hands creep under you and grab onto your throat, and the other one leads his cock inside of you, dipping into you slowly. "Fuck..." He utters quietly. "You're so fucking tight".

His words almost made you moan again, but his hand claps on your throat a little harder, preventing you from making a noise. "Quiet" he commands quietly. He bottoms out and hips start to move slowly, both you adjust to the feeling. Your eyes close, focusing solely on the feeling of his cock, inside of you.

His mouth finds the back of your neck and leaves a trail of kisses and bites on it. He begins to move faster, finding the rhythm of it. His breath is quick and shuddered, and he sometimes grunts quietly into your ear. "You feel so damn good" he breathes out, his hand finds his way under your top and he squeezes your nipple in between his fingers, which makes you jolt, your hips moving back, making him thrust into you sharply. He growls at the feeling.

"You like that?" He whispers. You nod. He lets go of your throat and pushes your chin towards him and he kisses you, his mouth moving slowly and passionately, a stark contrast to his hips snapping hard and fast, thrusting into you relentlessly now.

You moan almost inaudibly into his mouth which only spurs him even more. His fingers keep playing with your nipples as he pounds into you, leaving you both panting. "Daryl... I'm gonna..." I say softly. "You're gonna what?" He growls into your ear which makes your pussy clench around him. He knew that you're close but he needed you to say it out loud. "I'm gonna... I'm coming..."

You breath out and you grasp his hand that was playing with your nipples, reaching your climax. Your eyes roll back and you bite down on your lip to keep the moans in. Your body shakes against him, while he's chasing his own orgasm, pounding into you. A few moments later he pulls out of you and cums on your ass, the warm liquid spills everywhere. "Shit... Fuck..." He keeps breathing out, before his head lands on your shoulder. Both of you pant, trying to regain composure.

Fucking hell.

"You okay?" he asks quietly, his head never leaving your shoulder. Okay? Okay!? You were more than okay. You just had sex with a man that you secretly yearned for for many months. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" you ask.

"I'm fucking fantastic" he whispers, kissing your shoulder gently, before he puts his head up and looks at you. His features seemed to be a bit more relaxed, almost softer. His blue eyes lock into yours, while he reaches towards your face and brushes his thumb across your cheek. "Good" you say quietly.

You lay there for awhile, trying to calm your breathing, while you watched the horde almost gone. You didn't realise how long you were stuck in this den, but judging by the fact that the big group of walkers have almost passed by, you could tell it was a good chunk of time. "If you weren't hiding your feelings for so long, we could've been having sex every single time we were out on a supply run" he mumbles into your ear which makes your cheeks red and your mind floods with all the places you could've fucked him. You bite your lip and sigh deeply. "I wasn't going to risk our friendship... I didn't even realize that you..." You stop and look at him unsure. "That I liked you too?" He finishes for you and your heart skips a beat. You nod gently. He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist. "You know I'm not good at feelings shit" he mumbles into your neck, kissing it gently. His hot breath makes you shiver.

"I know, but I wouldn't forgive myself if I'd lose you because of my feelings" you say closing your eyes. "I was okay with never telling you and keeping you as a friend rather than telling you and potentially losing you". He gently nodded in understanding.

"You'll never lose me" he says.

He kept on kissing your neck a little bit more urgently now. He grabbed your waist a little harder and pulled you flush against him, you could feel his cock getting hard again and it made you smirk.

"Again?" You ask him quietly, turning to look at him. He looks at you with an almost invisible smile.

"Again" he murmurs and clashes your lips together.