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[ruex2]

Daryl Dixon knows how to pleasure a woman 

just a short idea I came up with when trying to do my work.

Warnings: f receiving oral, bodily fluids, spit, age gap, semi public.

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The first time I met Daryl Dixon, I thought he was an asshole. And I was right, he was. He was an arrogant shit head who followed his older brother around like some little puppy bitch. But even at twenty I could appreciate that there was a certain air to him that had the spot between my legs growing damp. I wanted to fuck him — though I would never admit it aloud. 

Even now, two years later, where he’s a little less arrogant, a little less of a shit head and a little less of a puppy bitch, but a whole lot more reserved, can I admit that I’d still fuck him. It’s a certain kind of ball wrapped in my stomach and it grows tighter the longer it’s there. It’s an itch that is driving me mindless, a lot like the walkers who starve for our flesh – yet I starve for the archer's cock, and that’s humiliating. 

I look up from my corner in the little gas station, which we found on the edge of a road twenty miles west of base, and glare over at said man who rummages through the back room. He grunts as he lifts something off the top shelf, prying open the lid and then shoving the contents inside his bag. I’m surprised this place hasn’t already been fully ransacked, though I suppose it is quite far from any of the main roads; shoved in the middle of a narrow road that veers off another quiet, back road. 

“I’m gonna go check the cars I saw down the road,” Glenn says, hiking a thumb over his shoulder. “See if I can syphon some gas.”

I startle and turn to him, feeling like a child with their hand caught in a cookie jar. Did he see me watching Daryl? It wasn’t anything sinister or erotic, but it was curious and maybe lingering a little too long. My lips thin and I offer him a nod.

“Call if you need us,” I tell him and turn back to the cans I found on the bottom shelf. 

“You too,” he says, then chances a look over my shoulder. “Doubt you need me to tell you to be careful.” 

I pause momentarily and look up at him from beneath narrowed brows. Does he know something? 

Shut up, I mentally snap.

I hum, “We’ll be fine.”

Glenn offers up a parting smile as he steps back out through the door, closing it behind him with a soft thud, and disappears from sight. The silence in the gas station becomes thick, hot, and I shrug off my jacket in hopes of keeping my cool. 

“Found anythin’?” Daryl steps out of the back room, hair far longer and darker now than it was when this all started, and hanging in his face.

My mouth grows dry. “Yep. Cans of beans, not loads though. Have you managed to find any medicine?”

He dips his chin, walking to the shelf behind me and picking up a pack of pens and then flicking them back down. A fine layer of sweat gathers across my skin and I wonder if I’m going to explode. 

I shake my head and rise, shutting my bag and slinging it onto my shoulder. I turn, only to find him still behind me, his eyes dark despite them usually being so blue.

He's intimidating, and rightfully so. Despite that, I can feel the need crawling up my spine, like a beast hunting its prey. I step away and run a hand across my forehead before I do something I know I will regret. 

“Yer alrigh’?” Comes his voice, gruff and rumbling from lack of use. 

I nod once, my lips pressed tight together, in case I spill what’s sat on my tongue. I try to side step him, clutching my bag tightly.

A hand reaches out and grabs me by the elbow. Daryl glares down at me with narrowed eyes. “Yer red n’ hazy eyed. Yer been bit?” 

I scoff. “I’ve been by you and Glenn the entire time, think you’d know if I’d been bit.”

“Wha’s’ wrong?” He doesn’t relent. 

I try to shrug him off with a snap, “Why do you care?” 

He blinks at me like I’m an extraterrestrial creature that snuck its way onto earth. “Cuz if yer infected then we’re all fuck’d.”

“I’ve told you already, I’m not. Let the fuck go.”

His eyes narrow even further and his jaw ticks. “Yer a right ol’ bitch today, ain’t ya.”

My nostrils flare. “Fuck off, Daryl.” 

He steps closer, a small tweak at the ends of his lips that gives way into a subtle smirk. What’s his deal? 

“Or wha’?”

I can’t speak, can hardly breathe, or think or comprehend anything. I want to both slap him and fuck him — neither which I can do. 

It would be wrong. He’s the caretaker of the group, so much older than me, he’s rugged and obviously experienced. And I’m young enough to be his fucking child. But despite this, I grab him by the back or the neck and slam my lips against his. 

He stays immobile, hand on my arm and the other clutching his bag. I’m an idiot. God what have I done. There’s no way I can go back with him and Glenn to the others, I’ll never be able to show my fucking face – i’m mortified. Maybe I'll just go and sacrifice myself to the walkers.

I go to pull back, my face red and neck hot, when the bag at his side clatters onto the tiled floor and his hand grabs me by the waist, fingers digging into my skin.

“This’s wrong,” he grumbles against my lips, pressing his harder against mine. 

“Don’t care,” I breathe. 

He grumbles and pushes me back into the shelves, cans clatter and a box of dried apricots falling to the ground with a smack. His lips are slightly dry and plump and he kisses me like he's been starving to do so, and when he swipes his tongue over my lip and nips at the corner, do I welcome him into me, the taste of smoke and something I can't quite place but so uniquely Daryl fills my mouth. 

His hand slips past my breasts, stopping momentarily to tweak a nipple, before moving south where he kicks apart my feet and slots his thigh in between. 

“Yer think yer slick, huh?” he pants against my lips, grinding his thigh up into my clit. I pant, muffling a moan between lips pressed so tightly together that I'm half afraid they will stay that way forever. “Pantin’ like a bitch in heat. I see yer watchin’ me, heard yer rubbin’ yer pretty little pussy to mer name. Should’a come to me, baby.” 

My eyes squeeze closed as my head tips back. This can't be real, can it? But when his lips trail down the side of my neck and his fingers undo the button on my jeans and slips in to stroke my cunt, do i realise this isn't a sick little fantasy.

Its my sick little reality, and im fucking loving it. 

I swallow thickly, grappling at his shirt, only for him to grab my hands and pull them to the base of my back, where he holds them there. His other hand dips lower into my panties, finger dipping to circle around my clit before dropping down and tapping my entrance. I gasp and press down, hoping to get him to touch me how I want to be touched, but he doesn't. He avoids everything I want. 

What if he doesn't even know how to pleasure a woman?

What if he only cares about his own? 

“hm, so fuckin’ wet,” he murmurs, finally dipping a finger into my cunt and circiling my clit with his thumb, pressing down lightly. “Shouldn’t botha with water, jus’ drink from you.”

Didn't think it was possible to get wetter. Guess I've just proved myself wrong.

Daryl drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my trousers down to my ankles and pulling my legs apart to stare at my cunt. His eyes glint up at me, a smirk pulling at his lip, and then he's diving in, licking a fat line from my entrance to my clit, which he then sucks in. 

He's greedy in the way he eats me, trying to drink it all, licking deep into me, sucking my bud into his mouth and nibbling softly at its face, digging his fingers hungrily into my thighs and pulling me closer.

I grip the edge of the metal shelf behind me, crying out when a thick wave of pleasure rolls towards me. Fucking hell I needed this. 

And fuck I was wrong. Daryl Dixon knows how to pleasure a woman. 

A moan, loud and full of sex, escapes me and Daryl rips himself away from my cunt to glare up at me, his fingers quickly replacing his tongue and sliding deep. 

“As much’s I wanna hear ma name on yer lips, gotta be quiet, ‘nless we wanna let all the walkers know where we ‘re.” 

I gulp, whimpering when he goes back to stroking my clit with his thumb. He looks away from me momentarily to spit on my mound and it takes everything I have to not cum at just the sight of a glob of spit slipping between my lips. From the corner of my eye, I watch as he undoes his bottoms and pull out his cock. He dips his other hand up to my cunt and covers it in my juices and then rubs himself off, groaning as he continues to work me up. 

The wave is coming and any second I'm going to crash. 

I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer, wanting to touch him. And then I explode without even intending to, my orgasm crashing through me and swallowing me whole. My entire body shakes and I'm panting, unable to breathe, moaning his name but trying desperately not to. 

Daryl drinks from me, groaning as he does. He stands up, lifting my leg and grunting as he cums, painting the outside of my cunt.

The door to the gas station chimes and there stands Glenn, his face pale and eyes impossibly wide. 

“I–i’ll b–be out he–here!” he slams the door behind him. 

“Oh god.” 

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Masterlist

just to keep everything organised (I know I literally have one thing out on Tumblr but I plan to post more) here will be everything I plan to write for -- though i'm a mood writer so I have no clue when anything will be out.

Am I making the masterlist right? who knows.

TWD:

Daryl:

In which daryl fucks you in the showers: https://www.tumblr.com/rosie-186/751023550958321664/in-which-daryl-dixon-fucks-you-in-the-showers?source=share

Daryl Dixon knows how to pleasure a woman: https://www.tumblr.com/rosie-186/751107918355677184/daryl-dixon-knows-how-to-pleasure-a-woman?source=share

[ruex2]

in which Daryl Dixon fucks you in the showers.

just a Drabble of a shower fuck thought I had. nothing serious. first time i've posted smut on Tumblr gahhhh.

not proof-read!!

mdni

Warnings: sex, fem receiving oral, pinv, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), mild chocking, usage of slut, semi public sex, age-gap. probably more.

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When I was young, my grandfather always told me to avoid red necks, like they were the devil or something. He definitely had some kind of petty feud with one. He told me they were scum, pussies. Guess he'd be rolling in his goddamn grave if he knew i was getting fucked by one. 

I moan, my head tipping back to fall against the wall of the shower block. The water falls around us, cold as shit, but better than nothing I suppose. Daryl's hand reaches up, sliding across the smooth skin of my stomach and over my breasts, until he's gripping them. His tongue licks across my cunt, dipping inside when I try to shift forward. 

“You fuckin–” my voice is cut off by another groan when he slips up to suck on my clit. 

“I'm wha'?” he asks, letting go. There's a wicked glint in his eyes as he stares up at me. 

“You know what,” I mumble. He slides a finger inside and curls it, hooking against a spot no other man knew how to find. I gasp, trembling around him, feeling like the world is going to shatter around me. Wait. it already has. 

Daryl lifts my other leg to hook around his shoulder and tilts his head, sucking harder on my clit as he slides in another finger. My mouth drops open and i try desperately to not make a sound, but it's so fucking hard. A moan, loud and wanton, rips from my mouth. 

Daryl pinches my nipple and snaps, “shush, unless' ya wan’ them hearin’.” 

I shake my head, carding a hand through his hair to pull him closer. “No,” I gasp when I can feel it coming. “Dont you fucking dare.” 

His movements go still and I cry when he pulls his fingers out. He climbs up my body, grabbing my chin with his other hand and shoving his fingers into my mouth. The taste of me on his digits has me gasping, my head falling back again as he shoves them deeper. 

“Ain’ no way to speak to the person finger fuckin’ deep in ya, princess,” he grunts into my ear, sliding his fingers out of my mouth, only to grab my leg to hook it around his waist. 

“Your fingers aren't in me,” i murmur. I'm burning for him. I want him inside of me. I want his name tattooed into the walls of my pussy and left there for the rest of my life, so if any other man came close to it, they would know it belonged to him, even if i don't belong to him. 

“Nah,” he pulls back, only to grab me by my hair and twist my head to the side. “It's not.” his other hand slides high, grabbing a fist full of my ass. “But ma cock is.” 

He knocks the head of his cock against my opening once and then thrusts in without warning, filling me so fucking well. Before him, I had no desire to let a man touch me. Sex was a chore. But then the world went to shit and I needed stress relief, and so did he. And thus… this happened.  

Daryl pulls back, not bothering to give me a moment to catch my breath, and thrusts back in without abandon. My eyes fall closed as stars explode behind them, and breathing becomes difficult the higher I climb.

“Fuckin’ look a’ me when i fuck ya,”  he growls into the side of my face, shifting his hips slightly to fuck up into me further. The sound of skin slapping is pornographic, as well as the feeling of his balls hitting against my ass. I turn to look at him, my eyes watery and struggling to stay open. He grins at me, hair in his eyes. “Too much for ya, princess?” 

I shake my head.

“Words, slut.” his hand on my hair moves to my throat, gripping the sides. 

“No,” I swallow. 

“Take it then.” the thrusts grow harder, rougher, strength only a person who spends an awful amount of time out in the world hunting to support his colony would have. 

A high pitched moan rips from between my lips. 

His other hand goes to rub my clit and unexpectedly I find myself crashing, releasing a sharp cry and shaking. Daryl groans into my shoulder, clutching me to him as he fucks me through my climax. I think I might die. Or maybe pass out, at the very least. But all too soon he goes still, silent and im filled with warmth. 

He steps away from me the second he's done, letting my leg fall to the ground, and watches as his cum seeps from between my legs. 

“Same time tomorrow?” he asks. 

I'm still catching my breath when I finally manage to reply. “Yeah.”