#dark memories of wattled and “his throbbing member”

[clarabellashere]

Daryl Dixon x Reader

tw: +18, smut (without sex because I don't know how to write that 😭)

no use of pronouns for reader

Animalistic, that’s how you would describe your feelings. 

When the end of the world is upon you something changes within yourself. Some would say that a part of you dies, humanity vanishes, but deep inside, you know nothing of you is different, you are no different than before, you have always been like this, felt like this, suppressed the need and hunger. 

You used to feel so weird when eating in public, something akin to shame of your inappropriate behavior when any sane person would know that eating an apple while walking is not inappropriate or “weird”. The hunger has always been there, your primal instincts have always been in you, embedded in your genes, your dna. 

Humans always forgot that they were animals. Now there isn’t really a difference, we survive and eat like any other pig, any other animal. 

There’s not much thinking, you act for your survival. And there definitely wasn’t any when you kissed Daryl Dixon. You had an appetite and acted upon your needs. And like the animals you both are, he answered by deepening the kiss and evolving you in his arms, flexing his muscles and pulsating with adrenaline. 

You were both on a run, being surprised by a dozen or so walkers in the abandoned grocery store. Your bodies drenched in sweat and black blood from the corpses, hollow breaths and heat emitting from your bodies. Your eyes locked once the last one of them dropped to the ground, gun and crossbow still aiming. You didn’t feel the small rise of your lips, Daryl did. 

Oh, how he loved that smirk of yours, that something tingling in your eyes. Your hair definitely escaping from your hair tie and sticking to your wet forehead. He fixated on a small bead of sweat glistening and traveling from your neck, to your clavicles until deep inside where he could no longer see but couldn't stop thinking about. 

With his eyes traveling from your chest to your body he lowered his crossbow and as his gaze went to your eyes, he walked closer to you, the proximity making you lower your own gun and rotate your body to his, stepping back once he was close to you, way closer than you have ever been. The cold wall making a gasp escape from your lips. 

With his eyes still fixed on yours, he touched your arm but didn't dare to move his hand, as if all the bravery he had in him vanished once he touched you, once he was sure it wasn’t one of the many dreams he had just like this. Once his skin was on yours, it was over. You didn’t care about being inappropriate, professional or any other crap you once used to hide your feelings, your needs. You launched yourself to him and pressed your mouth to his, tongue slipping in. 

Daryl didn’t hold back now, if you wanted him, he was yours. His body was yours. He hugged you tighter, your body fully pressed against him, your hands in his hair or on his shoulders, feeling him. His hands found their way under your shirt, loving the feel of your warm skin of your back against his calloused hands. 

Legs intertwined, moaning and gasping for air, sloppy kisses and playful bites in each other's skin. Animals is all you were.