#daryldixonxfemreader

[littlegodzilla]

Hi!! I love your writing! I just had an idea for a request where the group goes to an Alexandria (or Kingdom or Commonwealth) party and reader is wearing a dress but gets cold and Daryl gives her his vest and at the end of the night they walk back home together and have a heart to heart and maybe some confessions are made and something more or something like that? I just love the idea of him giving the reader one of his most prized possessions 😭 Thank you!! 🥰

Hello Anon!!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked my stories!

I loved the idea about a soft fluff Daryl, it's always funny to write something different!

I hope you'll like it!!

Not get cold...

Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Anon Request.

Commonwealth Era.

Warning: Fluff. Confessions. Shy protective and jealous Daryl.

Words: 2270.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @ruinedbythehobbit

(I know it doesn't nothing to do with the story, but just look at him... God!)

It's a stupid thing, you knew it the first time you heard Pamela talked about it. A welcoming party, really? It wasn't necessary, you all passed trought that in Alexandria, and this time was stupid too. But here you are. Looking for a good dress to wear that night. You sigh deeply trying to focus your mind. To be honest it's good being in a safe place again. You miss Alexandria a lot, but now everything is in ruines, there's no food, security, the children need to grow up in a safe place and all your walls are down to the ground so... You can't complain.

Carol approaches you at one of the hangers where you are looking at various dresses. The Commonwealth is as if the world never stopped, food stores, clothes, restaurants, upper and lower classes, money. It still seems crazy to you today.

"Have you found anything?" she asks you in a soft tone, but you shake your head.

With Carol you have a special friendship, whenever she came to The Kingdom, you became friends and even sometimes you feel her like a mother, which sometimes makes you nervous, as you don't think she is much older than Daryl and he... you shake your head as your thoughts start to wander and your cheeks redden. You look through the dresses and find one you like showing it to her, who nods.

"Try it on, see how it looks on you." She encourages you and you slip into one of the fitting rooms.

The dress really does look like it's waiting for you. It fits your body perfectly, marking your beautiful curves without being overdone or making you feel uncomfortable, it enhances your chest and you really feel good and strange. It's been a long time since you've worn a dress, used to multiple t-shirts, jeans and hiking boots, now you feel a little out of place.

You buy it nonetheless.

"Thanks for helping me choose, Carol." You say to the white-haired woman who smiles and shakes her head.

"We have to get used to this life now, don't we? It's our home now, at least until they build the walls back up in Alexandria. There's nothing wrong with enjoying some peace.

"You're right." You nod your head.

"G'Morning." You hear behind you and your heart races. You turn around discovering Daryl trapped in that hideous military suit the Commonwealth has for their soldiers, he's removed his helmet and some unruly, sweaty strand of hair sticks to his forehead.

"Hey, Daryl, how did the patrol go, everything okay around Alexandria?" Carol asks saving you from your incoherent stutter.

They've been out of the community for a few days now, along with Rick and Mercer, Daryl travels almost every week to Alexandria with a group of volunteers to continue building the city, there are several groups they take turns with, but they always return home, which makes you feel good, relieved to see them all come back safe and sound.

"Slowly, but all good." He nods and sees the bag in your hand. "Are ya gonna go the party tonight?"

"Y-yes..." You clear your voice and dare to look at him at last. "Yes, Michonne has asked me to go with her, she doesn't want Pamela to bother her too much, besides I think it's good to adapt a bit to this new community." You say remembering Carol's words and she smiles proudly.

"Hmn..." He mumbles looking you up and down for a second.

"Y-You're going to too?" you ask hesitantly.

"Nah, I gotta better things to do."

You have to admit that his answer hurt you a little more than you expected, but you don't have much more to think about, it's Daryl, he's always been like that since you met him at the Greene farm. You've always felt like your presence bothered him. Kind by compromise, he was as protective of you as anyone in the group, but he never stayed too close to you for too long. You never asked him what the problem was with you, you just accepted it. You accepted being a second line friend, you accepted that you were partners but you would never have a conversation deeper than maybe talking about the guards or patrols. Now you wouldn't even have that as you each had your duty there. You accepted it and still fell in love like a fool with him. His sour personality how he transformed into a good and caring man, attentive to his people, protective of the children. It was hard, but if you paid enough attention, you even saw him smile. They were never fully directed at you, but you treasured them all as if they were unique. Little by little you tried to stifle your feelings out of affection and respect, convincing yourself that nothing would ever happen between you.

You sigh looking at your reflection in your mirror and smile at the sight of yourself. Yes, it's still strange, but you like seeing yourself inside that dress more and more. You dare to take a turn on yourself and the lack rises a little and that makes you laugh.

"You look beautiful." You hear Judith's voice at your bedroom door and for a second your heart stops, startled. You smile and nod.

"Thank you... Carl is going to take you to the party?"

"No...I'm staying with Gracie and the others. Carl is going with Enid." She nods and dances on her toes. "You're going with Uncle Daryl?"

"What? no, no, I'm not..." You can't help but laugh a little, you love it when she calls him that. "I guess Daryl's not going to the party."

"No?" She opens her mouth to say something else, but Rick shows up dressed in his soldier outfit and stops her.

"Enough questioning, young lady, go play with the others." He orders her and she sighs, says goodbye to you and walks away out of the room. "Sorry, you know she's a little intense sometimes."

"I don't mind, I love talking to her, is Michonne done yet?"

"Yeah, I think she's done fighting with her dress." Rick jokes and you laugh with him.

The three of you leave the Grimes' house, you don't actually live with them, you have your own apartment in an old block within the community, but since you had agreed to go with Michonne you both took the opportunity to get dressed both of you at her place to help each other with the details. Rick guides you to the door of the main building where the party is being held, says goodbye to his wife with a warm kiss and you both enter after they verify your presence on the list.

You don't know how long you've been there, but you start to get bored, there are too many people, you've shared vague conversations with almost all of them, and every time you smile you feel it's too fake. You want to go home, you've heard Pamela's speech for a better community, you need to sleep, take off those shoes and feel your feet again. You walk over to Michonne to warn her that you're leaving, but she's talking to Rick, the two of them laugh and share a tender moment, so you just slip through the crowd and get out of there without anyone noticing your absence.

Or so you thought.

You are walking down the stairs of the large building, your heels echoing in the almost silent night when you hear footsteps behind you. They are quiet, almost imperceptible, you are thankful that your senses have not yet deteriorated completely, you turn around and discover Daryl right behind you. You are surprised. He's not wearing his soldier's suit, in fact his hair is still damp, the black shirt looks new, as do his pants, his trusty vest fitting perfectly on his broad back and shoulders. You hesitate for a moment, stammer and stop on one of the steps. He does the same and shoves his hands into his pants pockets.

"Daryl?" The silence is awkward between you and you need to break it any way you can. "Are you going to the party?"

"I was at the party." He grunts nodding his head, his teeth chew his lip nervously and you're surprised again.

"Really? I thought I didn't... I-I didn't see you." You admit feeling your cheeks redden and he nods again.

"I know, I wasn't gonna go, but Rick insisted...ya didn't look like ya were havin' fun..."

"Did it show much?" you look at him sheepishly and laugh quietly. "I guess social events have never been my thing."

"Mine either."

Again the silence is awkward between you. You aren't sure what you have to expect to happen. He doesn't move, you too are unable to say anything. A small breeze gives you goosebumps and your breath catches in your throat when you feel something warm settle on your shoulders. You look up to find that Daryl has taken off his vest and draped it over your shoulders, wanting to protect you from the gentle breeze. Your cheeks instantly burn and you feel your heart racing. The archer is closer than he has ever been, his personal scent, mixed with the shampoo in his hair and the cigarettes in his clothes make you shiver again. It's a confusing mix, but you like it.

"Th-thank you..." You whisper holding the ends of the vest wanting to protect yourself a little more.

"It's a bit of a daring dress for this weather." He says and you block because you see his gaze drop to your cleavage. It's a millisecond, almost imperceptibly, but it has.

"W-well... I didn't mean to..." You frown because you don't know exactly what you're apologizing for. "I was just going home anyway... if you need to..." You make an attempt to remove your vest, but he stops you.

"I'll walk ya, I ain't wanna go back to the party either and I ain't wanna you to catch a cold. C'mon." He gestures to you and starts to walk ahead of you.

The feel of his vest on your shoulders is pleasant, the garment retains the heat that gave off the archer's body and now also yours. Your gaze lifts to see the back of his neck, since he's started walking he hasn't turned to look at you, you don't understand his attitude, you're grateful for the vest, but you're not a child, you can go home alone.

"Hey Daryl, you don't need to do this." You tell him after a few more minutes in silence. "My house isn't that far away and..."

"I dun care. I already told ya I didn't wanna stay at the party..."

You frown slightly because he hasn't bothered to turn around to tell you that either, he keeps walking, a few steps ahead of you, as if he were your guardian. You arrive at your house, walk past him and before you get to the door you turn around to give him back his vest, but he shakes his head.

"It's cold, give it back to me tomorrow." He says bluntly.

"Can I know what's wrong with you? what's the point of this now?" you don't understand his attitude and he averts his eyes, also seeming overwhelmed by your questions. "Daryl!" You call out to him and he lifts his head.

"I went to the party for ya." He says matter-of-factly and you mute. "Carol told me yad bought a nice dress and that ya'd probably get some attention at the party." He chews his lip repeatedly, mortified. "No, I didn't wanna anyone to look at ya..." He confesses, lowering his gaze to the floor.

Okay, you didn't expect that answer. A smile dances on your lips, but you restrain yourself, this is not the time to feel your butterflies in your stomach. Daryl sounds jealous, it's true, but you have no reason to believe it, he's never been like that with you.

Or maybe he has.

Little flashes of memories wander into your mind. Little moments when Daryl has always been close. Blocking the men who approached you. In some moments asking them for help even though he didn't really need them, other times he would call them to give them directions, even in some he wouldn't let them get to you, he would block their path by throwing them a long look and they would veer off the path.

You blink several times feeling like an idiot for never noticing.

"Why didn't you ever say anything to me? Just... you can't go around shooing away every man who wants to get close to me..." You fold your arms trying to be angry, of course you're not. Daryl finally looks up and shakes himself.

"Why not?"

"Because maybe they do dare to want something with me and I..." You start to speak, Daryl walks up the steps to your house and your words die in your mouth.

"And ya...?" he helps you follow the sentence. "Would ya have gone out with them? Really?"

"I-it's not fair..." You whisper suddenly and his frown deepens. "All this time I've always thought you just didn't like me... you've always avoided me, treated me well, but never..." You open your eyes wide as Daryl's mouth collides with yours.

It's an awkward kiss, your teeth clash, it's clearly a gesture wanting you to shut up, but his hands grip your waist, he takes a few more steps forward and your back slams against your door making you gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth and your body shudders as the kiss becomes more intense. Daryl breaks away though, your breathing a little quickened.

"I'm ain't good at explainin' things..."

"Y-yeah... I've noticed... but Daryl..."

"I know, I'll talk to ya tomorrow, okay?" he asks and turns away from you. "I need to... think and..."

"It's okay, Daryl, take as much time as you need." Actually waiting a little longer isn't going to kill you. "But Daryl..." You grab his arm. "Don't turn me sideways anymore, please."

He nods understanding what you want to tell him, this time it's you who plucks up the courage and moves closer giving him a kiss. Breaking away you walk into your house and look at him before closing the door.

"Good night, Daryl."

"G'night..." He whispers and leaves as you close the door.

That night you curl up in your bed like you do every night, but this time instead of hugging your pillow, you press Daryl's vest against your chest and a smile creeps across your mouth before you fall asleep.

The End.

I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

[littlegodzilla]

Hello! I am new to your blog and I really loved your writings, can you write Daryl Dixon smut where Daryl and Reader were sworn enemies since before the world ended (because of their family feud). When Rick and the gang looking for a shelter after the Greene farm burned down, he heard the Reader screaming for help Rick saves her life after the walker almost bit her. that's when Daryl sees her again, but they still hate each others guts. When they found the prison and ended up being their shelter, Rick assigned her to go on run with Daryl, but during the run they kept fighting (insulting each others families) until he had enough and he cornered her against the wall and roughly kisses her and they start to make love on the abandoned Cabin (make this scene hotter 🔥🔥👉👈), they apologised for hurting each other and Daryl revealed that he pretending to hate her in a whole time instead he was in love with her same as the Reader.

Hi Anon!

Sorry if I was late, but here I am!

I hope you like it as much as I did writing it. I really liked your idea and AngryDaryl is always fine with me.

Fighting.

DarylDixonxFemReader.

Anon Request Warnings: fight, bad language, insults, SMUT. Words: 3800 Summary: Daryl and you have known each other for many years before the apocalypse, your families have never gotten along, and neither have you. Now you have to live together to survive, but the fights haven't changed. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @purple-serenity

"Help!" you yell trying to get away from a Walker, but your foot gets stuck in a hole resulting from a removed root and you fall flat on your face. "Fuck!" You groan in fright, you want to get back up, but the dead man falls on you ready to bite you.

Your eyes fill with tears knowing what your end is. It will bite you or devour you, you don't know which of the two terrifies you more, the point is that you will end up turned into the same being that is chasing you, killing and eating other innocent people. Anger takes over you wanting to fight the Walker. You've been through so much, you can't believe you're really going to die like this now.

You open your eyes wide when you hear a gunshot not too far away, the corpse above you stops moving at the same moment the shot breaks the air, falling on you, its rotting blood staining your clothes, not that it's clean, but at least it smelled better than it does now.

But you're alive, and you're not going to complain.

Luckily that guy was just skin and bones, so it's not too hard for you to push him aside ready to get back on your feet and run. You don't know who saved you, you're grateful, but you've also learned in this new world that a person with a gun doesn't always mean help. At least not without expecting something in return. You are about to leave when you hear hurried footsteps. You turn quickly discovering a dark-haired, blue-eyed man, he raises his hands in a sign of peace and puts his gun away.

"I'm not going to hurt you" He assures you. "Are you all right? I saw the Walker follow you and..."

"I'm fine" You cut him off wanting to leave as soon as possible. "Thank you."

"Are you alone?" His curiosity puts you on guard again, as you thought, a pervert.

"And what does that matter to you?"

"No... It's not what you think. I'm traveling with a group, there's a child and a pregnant woman with us... I wanted to know if you knew of any place..." He tries to explain and frown.

A child and a pregnant woman, you may have misunderstood things.

You don't know of any place where you could take shelter, where that woman could rest and eat properly, nor have you seen anything nearby that could be considered a shelter without it being infested with the undead. Still Rick, as the man has introduced himself, welcomes you into his group. At first you hesitate, you don't want to be a bother, if they themselves are short of supplies one more mouth isn't going to be of any help, however you have some supplies in your pack that would perhaps make a few more days on the road easier for everyone.

You walk to their little settlement among different ruins on one side of the forest, Rick tells you a bit about the group they are, a varied bunch, you are a bit surprised when he talks about a grumpy hunter and the image of your childhood neighbor comes to your mind and you shake your head. Surely that pair of rednecks are dead by now, your mind has to stop reminding you of them.

Your surprise couldn't be more absurd.

"Ya?" his voice sounds stunned, hoarse and growl-like, even his mouth is unhinged from surprise. You're no better.

"Dixon?" you stammer, watching as the rest of the group looks at you like it's a tennis match. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You say angrily and sarcastically.

"You two know each other?" Rick also asks in surprise, he should be relieved but seeing how your faces are transforming from surprise to anger, he doesn't know what to do.

You both look at Rick at the same time, Daryl hisses like an animal to turn around walking away from where you are. You cross your arms and shift your body weight from one foot to the other weighing whether you should really stay. You don't want to bother them, you know that if you stay things with Dixon won't be okay, they never have been, since you were kids you've always been in a continuous war.

Your neighborhood wasn’t the best, far from it, there was always some altercation, shouting, police. Every day there was something new to tell and unfortunately it was almost never something good. You kids grew up far away from your homes, far away from the problems of adults to engage in your own guerrilla warfare. You have always been several years younger than the Dixon brothers, but you have always known how to defend yourself. You had to learn to do it, like everyone else.

At first Merle just kept you from playing with them, playing big in front of other kids, trying to impress the girls, Daryl at first was nice, he played with you. It was fun, but when he started to grow up and Merle was around, Daryl became like the rest of the kids. Insults, shoving, he had even thrown your dolls over the fence of one of the abandoned houses where there was always a huge dog that wouldn't stop barking.

The affection between children had turned into hatred and as the two of you grew up things didn't get better, because he learned to behave like Merle's personality, you grew up as a woman and the older Dixon started to harass you like a horny pig, which usually ended up turning into a war throwing stones at each other's houses.

You remember your entire childhood full of wounds, bruises, missing teeth and shouting the Dixon family name whenever you discovered a new mischief at your doorstep.

"Stay." Rick asks you pulling you out of your own thoughts. "We don't have much, but we know from experience that going through this new world alone, is suicide."

You don't want to stay alone, you're a coward that way, because you don't want to die. You mull it over for a few more seconds before nodding your head taking your pack off your back offering them several bags of ration food you had found at a small base on your way to somewhere safe. You try to take the first step with Daryl, you walk over to where he is sharpening his arrows, you can see that he detects you as he clenches his jaw, but he doesn't move. You hold out a bag of food to him, but he shakes his head.

"I ain’t wanna yer fuckin’ food."

"Then die, asshole." You bark, but throw the bag at him hitting him in the head and turn around to go back to the rest of the group.

You find the prison, finally you have a safe place to stay, that same night all of you prepare a barricade in the courtyard outside the prison, after killing the Walkers that were there and closing the doors to prevent more from entering, you make a fire preparing some food that you still have. The big ration is for Lori, she needs more nutrients than anyone else, although you are all going through the same hunger. Curious, you discover that Carol, a woman with boyish hair, very thin, somewhat reserved, but always close to Daryl, gets up and walks away from the group to go to the archer who stands guard over the bus blocking the main gate to the courtyard. You frown discovering that the man seems quite friendly and affable with her.

Maybe they are together...

Just because you now have a roof over your heads doesn't mean things get instantly better, Hershel has lost a leg, you've lost T-Dog, Carol is missing, you've run into a group of prisoners who don't make things easy for you, Lori has passed away giving birth to a tiny baby crying her lungs out, you need new supplies that aren't good enough to feed a newborn, Maggie has to take care of her father, Carl is in shock and Rick has disappeared.

"We need food for the baby." Glenn says pulling you out of your own state of bewilderment.

"I'll go." You volunteer stowing a knife in your belt, grabbing a gun.

"Daryl go with her." Maggie asks to the redneck,. "You guys with the bike will go faster, I need to stay here with the baby, find Rick..."

"Okay." He agrees biting his lip repeatedly, "Really, okay?

"There's a mall if you follow the highway, I don't know if there will be much stuff left there, but that's the best I can tell you." The girl apologizes apologetically. Daryl shakes his head.

"All right, take care of the baby and... Keep an eye on Rick." He asks them and turns to you, your body tenses up waiting for any comment from him. "Don't just stand there, come on."

The mall Glenn and Maggie were talking about is further away than you originally thought, you can't go that far, so Daryl changes course abruptly towards the exit that heralds a town. Behind his bike you hold onto his waist for the change and your body sticks closer to his. You feel him tense up at your closeness and you'd like to say something about it, but you're not comfortable with the whole situation either. He parks the bike at the entrance of the village gesturing you to get off, relieved you move away from his touch, even though the worst months are over, it's still cold enough to ride a bike without proper clothing. You rub your arms wanting to get warm as Daryl holds his crossbow and sets off towards one of the buildings. You are surprised because it is a daycare center. There you are likely to find everything you are looking for.

You just wish no one else had found it before.

Everything around is quite quiet, no Walkers are seen nearby, but you don't have time to check it out either. You hurry towards the door of the nursery and try to open it, but it won't budge. You curse pushing your body against the wood, but nothing.

"Open you stupid door!" you shout in frustration and kick it away.

"Hey Macgyver." You hear Daryl's voice far away from where you are, you turn your head and see him peeking out of one of the windows. "Are ya gonna stand there all fuckin’ day? We ain’t have all the fuckin’ time."

"Shut up, asshole." You growl going over to him to get in through the window he's leaning out of.

"Can ya handle yerself or do ya need help, princess?" he taunts you, you know he's stinging you on purpose.

"Get out of the way." You nudge him with your foot stepping into the nursery. Daryl watches you without stopping chewing on his own lip, but says nothing.

Between the two of you you look around the room for things that might be useful for the baby. Out of the corner of your eye you see how the man has approached a wall full of drawings of hands and caresses one that says "Sophia" you would like to ask, but it's none of your business, what Daryl does doesn't matter to you.

You open several cupboards to discover bottles, clothes, some diapers, but no food. You start to get nervous and having every time you move you bump into the hunter doesn't help temper your nerves.

"Can you stop doing that?" you growl when he bumps into you again, his pelvis against your butt.

"I'm ain’t doin’ anythin’, stop stoppin’ cold turkey, can't ya walk?"

"I know how to walk, but you keep hitting me and stepping on my ankles, asshole."

"It wouldn't happen to ya if ya walked normally and stopped stoppin’ every time a leaf moved."

"I'm looking for food for the baby!"

"In the hallway ya ain’t gonna find anythin’!" He hisses in exasperation.

"There could be Walkers!"

"If ya ain’t stop yellin’ anyone's gonna come!"

"Then you stop shouting!"

"Yer insufferable, woman!"

"Look who's talking!" You bark and tense your body when you see him scowl and clench his jaw, but he pushes past you, muttering something between his teeth.

In the kitchen you find what you were looking for. Cans of powdered milk, jars of different flavors, baby juice, more bottles and diapers. You leave the backpack on the counter and start to pick everything up in a hurry, being careful not to break anything, so that the powdered milk doesn't open by accident. You can feel Daryl's gaze on the back of your head, you hear a noise and before you can say anything Daryl pierces a possum with one of the arrows from his crossbow. You grimace as he holds it up like it's a trophy.

"You're not putting that shit inside my pack."

"It ain’t shit, it's dinnah." He defends himself.

"We don't need that, we have supplies at the prison, stop acting like a fucking Neanderthal."

"It's food! We may have supplies, but they won't be forever, we have to be careful."

"I said, you're not putting that thing in my backpack." You slam it down hard to make way.

"What the fuck is wrong with ya!"

You freeze in your own tracks, spinning around on yourself staring at him in disbelief and feeling anger boil in your stomach. Daryl scowls as well, possum in one hand and crossbow in the other.

"What's wrong with me!?! What the fuck is wrong with you and me?" you walk back towards him, punching him in the chest. "You've always been a dick to me!"

"That ain’t true!"

"That's true! Ever since you grew hair on your fucking balls you treated me like I was a fucking louse!"

"Ya were always pickin’ on me! Always after me like a limpet! Ya were insufferable!"

"You were supposed to be my friend!"

"I was never yer friend!"

"Of course not! Who would want to be friends with the son of the neighborhood drunk?" You spat angrily. Daryl roared letting his hands free and slammed you against one of the walls of the nursery.

We stood like that for a few seconds, staring at each other, our breath hitching in agitation from the shouting and fighting. Daryl's hands tighten on your shoulders keeping you glued to the wall. Your whole body is in tension, fists clenched waiting for any move on Dixon's part to defend you.

"Fuck ya..." He says with a growl, his eyes locked on yours.

"What are you waiting for?" you reply at once without really being aware of what you just said.

Surprise hits you both, he didn't expect you to respond, you didn't expect those words to come out of your mouth. You stammer wanting to rectify your words, but Daryl moves before you. His hands on your shoulders come down to your armpits, he lifts you into the air just enough so your feet don't touch the ground, his body presses against yours and his mouth presses against yours stealing a gasp of surprise from you, your knees dig under his ribs and he grunts lowering your legs to his waist.

You rest your hands on his shoulders to find balance as you wrap your legs around his waist. Daryl kisses you intensely, pressing your body against the wall, he holds you by the back of your neck and his other hand squeezes your ass. You sigh against his mouth again digging your fingers into his shoulders, your hips move on their own pushing against his pelvis feeling half hard already.

He gasps pulling away from your mouth, kisses your cheek, the line of your jaw moving down your neck. The hand at the back of your neck descends to your ass as well, squeezing it, massaging it between his huge hands. You close your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall, stroking his hair as his mouth continues to kiss and lick your neck.

"Daryl..." You gasp and he growls against your skin before pulling away from you to look at you.

Your feet touch the ground again, your breathing is still accelerated, you don't want to think about what's going on. Whether you should stop or not. You take off your shirt, staring at him, biting your lip. Daryl moves closer again, his lips pressed to yours, his tongue brushes your lips before tangling with yours. His hands roam your body, at first you had felt some nervousness in them, but now they caress you, squeeze, massage with determination, he even dares to lift your bra and squeeze your nipples.

You moan, but you don't stay still, your hand goes down to your half hard cock, you rub your palm against it feeling it get harder and harder at the same time he gasps and grunts pushing against your hand making you laugh low. Daryl breaks away again to look at you, his blue irises devoured by your pupils dilated by the desire invading them.

You take off his poncho throwing it on the floor, you do the same with his vest and tank top. Daryl lets you do it until your hands reach for his pants, but he stops you by taking you in his arms once more, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks with you to a room with a padded floor, it looks like a room where children used to play or sleep. An exclamation escapes you as he kneels on the foam rubber floor and lays you down, leaving you under his body.

Your gazes meet again, there's something about her that makes you shudder, it seems like Daryl wants to tell you something with his eyes, but you're not sure what it is. You don't know how to decipher it. You gasp as he pushes against you, still with his clothes on. His cock fully hard, pressing against the fabric of his jeans, wanting to melt into you. You groan moving against him in turn, Daryl gasps against your face and your hands move down his chest to the edge of his pants unbuttoning them. You can't help a nervous giggle when you discover he's not wearing any boxers.

"Always so ready..."

"Shut up." He growls and bites your chin giving you goosebumps.

The two of you lie naked on top of each other, your hands never stop caressing every inch of his body, you squeeze his shoulders, claw at his back, your legs tangle around his lower back as you move your hips to rub your center against his hard cock. You hear him hiss against your neck moving in time with you. Again your gazes connect before you throw your head back with a long moan as you feel him push inside you, working his way inside you incredibly slowly feeling your entire pussy accept his intrusion squeezing against his hard length tearing gasps and snorts from him so he doesn't push inside you too hard. He stays still inside you for a few seconds that for you are eternal, you are grateful for it as it gives your insides time to accommodate to his length, you can feel him trembling over your body, taking all his self control. You caress the back of his neck and kiss him getting his attention.

"Move." You ask him and smile. "You're not going to break me..." You assure him.

His eyes flash with intensity, he places your legs over his shoulders and holding you by your thighs he begins to move in and out, slowly at first, searching for the right rhythm for both of you, but as you rest your hands on his legs to thrust your hips in time with him, an animalistic growl escapes his throat moving faster over you, thrusting deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you arch and moan high digging your nails into the skin of his knees.

The pleasure overcomes you both, its intensity leaving you dizzy for a few seconds, your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, lifting your hips, feeling him thrust inside you a couple more times before he cums as well with a hoarse gasp, hiding his face in your neck, breathing raggedly, both of you needing a moment to recover.

Sanity seems to return to you little by little. Daryl steps aside letting you move, he has felt how you have tensed under his body minutes after what you have done. He remains sitting on the rubber floor watching you reach for your clothes to get dressed, but he doesn't dare open his mouth, his eyes simply follow your every move as he bites his lip nervously. Your mind is a jumble, too many things swirling around in it at the same time. You shouldn't have let yourself get carried away, you and Daryl aren't meant to be together. The man has hated you since you were kids, you tried too, but as time went on...

"I ain’t hate ya..." Your thoughts are nipped in the bud with the hunter's voice behind you.

"What?" you turn to look at him, he still hasn't moved from where he was sitting, but tries to brush a skin off his fingers nervously.

"I never hated ya..." He confesses again and a wry chuckle escapes you.

"Of course not, tell that to all my lost dolls, or the broken glass in my house, or all the scratches from when we were fighting."

"I ain’t..." He wants to explain himself and at the same time lowers his head in shame. "I was... I was ashamed of how I felt... We were kids, ya suddenly..." He bites his lip not knowing how to explain himself. "From one day to the next ya had boobs and I... and Merle kept tellin’ me how hot ya were gettin’, as if I didn't see it... It pissed me off that he was lookin’ at ya like that..." She mumbles looking at the floor and you don't credit what you're hearing.

"Did my boobs make you stop talking to me and act like an asshole?"

"I couldn't get them out of my head and... fuck they've even grown bigger..." He protests again and you laugh shaking your head.

"My God, you're such an asshole, Daryl Dixon." You walk over to him and sit on his lap, Daryl trembles beneath you thinking you're going to tease him, but you take his hand and place it on your bare chest, his gaze locks on you, his pupils dilating again with desire and you smile. "They've been yours since day one, Daryl." You assure him and kiss him softly, feel his fingers close over your nipple and gasp. "All you had to do was ask."

The End.

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