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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 21: Sleeping With the Enemy

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 3 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—blowjob, mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 5.2k

❧ In This Chapter: You join an important mission to rendezvous with the Governor in the hopes of making peace, but that won't come easily. After Rick declares war, you find relief in pleasuring Daryl, though you worry about the fate of your group and your friend in Woodbury.

❧ A/N: A little plot and a little smut before the last chapter of Season 3! Spoiler alert: Daryl gets his first blowjob (from Reader lol).

“Ya ready to go?”

Daryl’s gruff voice came from behind you as you filled your pack. “Yep,” you said, turning around to greet him. You slung the raggedy old thing over your shoulders, cringing a little when it hit your still healing gunshot wound. “All packed.”

The day before last, Andrea had tried to convince your group to negotiate with the Governor. At first, Rick was unwilling to do so, but here you were, about ready to meet the Governor in a neutral location.

Andrea arranged the whole thing, acting as a liaison between the prison and Woodbury. If things went wrong, your group was prepared. Rick, Carl, and Michonne had gone out the day before to scavenge some weapons, and came back with some heavy artillery. You didn’t know what would happen, but based on your initial impressions of the Governor and his cruelty, you assumed you’d be putting the new weapons to use soon.

For now, it was you, Daryl, Hershel, and Rick meeting up with the Governor and some of his people at an abandoned feed and grain warehouse.

Daryl didn’t want you to go, but he promised he’d take you with him the next time he had to go somewhere, and he never broke his promises.

Arriving at the mill on the back of Daryl’s motorcycle, you split up to join Hershel in the car while Daryl helped Rick get to the warehouse safely.

“You think this is gonna work?” you asked Hershel as you slid into the passenger seat.

“It has to,” he said. “Otherwise, a lot of people are going to die.”

You shook your head. “Whatever happens,” you said, “it’s his people who will die, not ours.”

Hershel drove around to the front of the warehouse to meet up with Daryl.

“He’s already in there,” said Daryl as approached the car. “Sat down with Rick.”

“He came alone?” you asked.

“I don’t see any cars,” Hershel confirmed.

Daryl looked around suspiciously, his crossbow held at the ready. “It don’t feel right. Keep it runnin’.”

Daryl looked around a bit more before hearing the sound of an engine approaching, then seeing a van come into view from the other side of the mill.

He raised his crossbow as you and Hershel stepped out of the car, your hand on the holster of your gun all the while.

There were three of them: Andrea and two men. One man had a gun and looked more like a bodyguard-type, and the other was more unassuming with glasses and a small notebook and pen.

The three stepped out, Andrea making eye contact with you all the while.

“What the hell, why’s your boy already in there?” Daryl asked, his crossbow pointed at the man with the gun.

Andrea looked surprised. “He’s here?”

“Yep,” Daryl answered.

With that, Andrea joined Rick and the Governor in the dilapidated building, while the five of you stood staring at each other, Daryl making sure you were behind him as he was wont to do.

“So we just… stand out here?” you asked. You had never been involved in war negotiations, so you weren’t sure of the protocol for such an occasion.

“Maybe I should go inside,” Hershel said.

Suddenly, the bespectacled man spoke up from his note taking. “The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately.”

“Who the hell are you?” Daryl asked.

“Milton Mamet,” the man replied.

“Great,” Daryl scoffed. “He brought his butler.”

You nudged him in the side with your elbow. Though, the man did look more like some kind of assistant than a fighter.

“I’m his advisor,” Milton defended, continuing to scribble in his notebook.

“What kind of advice?” Daryl asked.

Milton sighed. “Planning, biters… uh, you know, I’m sorry. I don’t feel like I need to explain myself to the henchman.”

You sighed. Daryl hated being referred to as such. He wasn’t anyone’s “henchman.”

“You better watch your mouth, sunshine,” Daryl retorted, stepping closer to the two men. You kept close to him in case he did something stupid.

“Look,” the tougher looking man said, “if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor—shut your mouth.”

“Daryl—” you started to say, grabbing his upper arm before he pulled away from you and began inching closer to the man until they were almost nose to nose.

“We don’t need this,” Hershel spoke. “If all goes south in there, we’ll be at each other’s throats soon enough.”

You got closer to Daryl and wrapped your hand around his forearm, slowly pulling him away from the man as he smiled in amusement.

“Hey,” you said to him quietly. “Calm yourself.”

He looked at you, then back at the two men. You cupped his cheek and brought his gaze back to you. You smiled at him sweetly.

“Rick needs us to hold together while he’s talking to that Governor asshole. No time for a dick-swinging contest, right?”

Daryl smirked at you, then nodded his head. “Right.”

You looked over his shoulder to see Andrea stepping out from the storehouse, a look of frustration on her face.

She sat herself down on a bench and hung her head in defeat. You had a mind to sit next to her and ask what was wrong, but you had a feeling you knew.

You stood next to Daryl, leaned against the car with a heavy silence permeating between the six of you for a good few minutes.

“There’s no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves,” Milton spoke up.

“Boss said to sit tight and shut up,” the other man said.

“Don’t ya mean the Governor?” Daryl asked with a mocking tone, and you nudged him again.

“It’s a good thing they’re sitting down, especially after what happened,” Milton continued. “They’re gonna work it out, nobody wants another battle.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call that a battle,” Daryl replied.

“I would call it a battle, and I did.” Milton held up the little notebook you’d seen him writing in so meticulously. “I recorded it.”

“For what?” Daryl asked.

“Somebody’s gotta keep a record of what we’ve gone through. It’ll be a part of our history,” Milton explained.

You nodded. “I—I do that too.” Daryl turned to look at you. “Not quite as formally, but I write it all down in a journal.” You gave Milton a small smile.

“We’re not so different after all,” Milton continued, returning your smile. He stepped a little closer to you, to which Daryl puffed up his chest. “I’ve got dozens of interviews—”

You all turned your heads towards the sound of walkers snarling.

Daryl propped up his crossbow before turning to you. “I got it, stay here.”

You nodded, letting Daryl, Andrea, and the gunman go off to find the walkers.

When Andrea came back alone a few minutes later, you were a little concerned. You jogged up to her as she approached. “Everything all right?”

She nodded to you. “Just Daryl and Martinez having a dick-swinging contest.”

You sighed in relief, then let out a small chuckle. “You call it that too, huh?”

She smiled at you. “Men are idiots.”

The two of you sat down on the bench, with Hershel and Milton chatting not too far away from you.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Some things never change.”

The two of you shared in a few moments of uncomfortable silence before you spoke again. “So, you and the Governor?” you asked.

She shook her head. “I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

She let out a deep sigh. “He’s got his faults but… he’s helped me, and so many others.”

“Yeah, so did Jim Jones.”

Andrea scoffed. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“No,” you said, “but I get being in love with someone who tells you one thing then turns around and does another.”

She looked at you curiously.

You sighed sharply. “He doesn’t love you, Andrea. If he did, he’d listen to you, he’d leave us alone. He knows you care about us, that you were apart of our group. You still are.”

She lowered her head. “Then what do I do, (Y/N)?”

You thought for a moment. “You’ve already done everything you could do. You tried to get him to listen to you, but he won’t because he’s got to be in control.” You took her hand in yours. “You should come back with us.”

She looked up at you with wide eyes. “No,” she said. “I still think I can fix this, I can convince him. I just need a little more time in Woodbury.”

You gave her a worried look. “Andrea, I’m telling you—he won’t listen. He’s not like Rick, he’s… he’s deranged. He’ll take the prison and keep our heads as trophies, without any regard for the innocent lives lost in the process.”

Andrea was silent after that, still hanging her head. You laid your hand on her shoulder, then rubbed her back with a sympathetic look on your face.

Hearing, footsteps on the gravel, you saw Daryl and Martinez approaching. You sighed in relief, then stood up to leave Andrea alone.

“Think about it,” you said quietly.

Not long after that, Rick and the Governor emerged from the warehouse. Without a word exchanged again between anyone, you all went your separate ways. Rick and Hershel got in the car, and you and Daryl hopped on his bike.

When you got back to the prison, Rick arranged a meeting in the cell block. You weren’t expecting much, you knew that neither Rick nor the Governor would ever back down, so you predicted the plan to prepare for all-out war was still on the table.

“He wants the prison,” Rick said to you all. “He wants us gone. Dead. He wants us dead. For what we did to Woodbury.”

You looked at Daryl with worried eyes. He reached his hand over and brushed the back of yours with his thumb.

Rick said just one more thing: “We’re going to war.”

After the meeting, you and the others went to work battening down the hatches. You helped set up some more barricades and prepared some escape cars with the essentials in case things went south and your group had to flee.

When you lost the light, it was agreed that you’d all spend tomorrow working on more fortifications. For now, things were calm, but the threat of the Governor and Woodbury was looming over all of you like a dark cloud.

“Ya did good today,” Daryl said as he helped pull your shirt up and over your head. Your wound wasn’t hurting much anymore unless you hit it, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him. He seemed to enjoy helping you dress and undress too much.

You smiled as he undid your bra. “Thanks. You weren’t so bad yourself, except for when you went running off with that guy.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Had to kill those walkers.” He slipped your nightshirt over your head and lifted your arms to go into the sleeves.

You laughed. “Andrea said you two were trying to outdo each other.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, son of a bitch was askin’ for it.”

You cupped his face with your hands and brought his forehead to yours. “What am I going to do with you, Daryl Dixon?”

He rested his hands on your hips and pulled you in closer to him until your bodies were touching. “Anything you want, baby girl.”

The space between your lips was closed and you felt his tongue spread open your hungry lips. You obliged to him and let his warm tongue explore your mouth, all the while darting your tongue into his. You moaned into his kiss, bringing your hands up to his head and massaging his soft hair. He moved his lips insatiably, the suction allowing him to take in every inch of your mouth. You whimpered when he suddenly pulled away and tightened his grip on your hips before throwing both of you down on the bed. You snorted at his giddiness while he unbuttoned his shirt with almost comical haste.

“Daryl,” you said, your laughter dying down, “we don’t have anymore condoms, sweetie.”

He looked at you thoughtfully, his shirt now stripped from his body and his broad chest heaving in anticipation. “I know,” he said. “But I need you.”

He cupped the side of your face with his hand, his thumb resting on the corner of your slightly agape mouth. You looked at it in the corner of your eye and moved your head a little so you could take his thumb in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around the calloused skin and sucking on it gently. You left a small kiss on his fingertip before taking his hand and resting it on your breast.

You looked up at him curiously. “What if you pulled out?” you asked. “Maggie said that’s what Glenn’s been doing.”

Daryl sighed and shook his head. “Don’t wanna risk it, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “One wrong move and we’ll have a problem on our hands.”

You looked down and sighed. “I know,” you said. “God, I wish I still had my birth control pills.”

He smiled and kissed you sweetly. “We can do other things,” he said.

You giggled. “Like what?”

Daryl shrugged, a small boyish smile forming on his face. “Whatever you want.”

You bit your lip, then patted his chest. “Lay down, cutie pie.”

He did as you told with a signature grunt, letting you straddle him across his stomach. “I’ve only done this a few times so go easy on me,” you said.

Daryl scoffed. “Don’t even know what you’ve got in mind, woman.”

You smiled and lifted your shirt above your head, pulling it off and throwing it across the room. “I’m gonna suck that beautiful cock, honey.”

You leaned down and kissed him, your tongues dancing wildly before you shimmied yourself down and began to unbuckle his belt. Then, you unbuttoned and unzipped his raggedy old jeans. “You need to get rid of these things,” you said.

“Ain’t that what you’re doin’?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean. They’re all ripped up.” You reached behind you to pull them off his legs while he lifted his ass to help you.

Daryl groaned. “Didn’t you say you were gonna suck my cock?” he asked playfully.

You looked down at his now much more prominent bulge tucked in his boxers. You leaned down and began leaving hot kisses on his chest, moving slowly down his abdomen to his navel, where you left a few short licks, then finally ending up at the waistband of his boxers. You hooked your index finger underneath it playfully, running it back and forth and causing him to shiver at the tickle of your fingernail against his sensitive skin.

You adjusted your body so you were straddling his legs, making your mouth level with his groin when you leaned over.

Slowly, you pulled down his boxers with both hands until he kicked them off from underneath you, making you giggle at his impatience.

His cock sprung up fully aroused, and his balls were already snug tight as if they were ready to burst. You admired the prominent veins and rosy coloring of his beautiful manhood, the very thought of which had made you weak at the knees on several occasions. You leaned down and rested your hands on his hipbones, still entranced by the throbbing member in front of you.

He looked down at you with an amused smirk. “You gonna stare at it or suck it, angel?”

You shook your head a bit as you came back down to Earth. “Sorry,” you said. “Still getting used to this thing. It’s like a work of art.”

He furrowed his brows and smiled in bewilderment. “You’re the weirdest woman I ever met, ya know that?”

You smiled and brought your right index finger up to his shaft to delicately trace the veins with your fingernail, eliciting a hiss from Daryl. “I’m not weird,” you said. “You’re just too perfect.”

You lowered your head to lick a long stripe up from the base of his shaft to the bulbous tip, circling around it and leaving a small kiss on the end. He let out a deep sigh and rested one hand on your shoulder and the other he let tangle in your hair. You used your right hand to wrap around him and pump him up and down as you slowly pushed the tip into the shallow end of you mouth, all the while licking circles around his pink head and tasting him for the first time.

Your left hand moved up to his balls where you massaged them gently, giving them a slight squeeze every once in a while. He moaned your name and pushed your head a little further down so his entire tip and some of the shaft was tucked in your warm mouth.

You swirled your tongue around wildly, trying to cover every inch of what was in your mouth with your saliva. You pushed yourself down deeper, taking more and more of his throbbing cock into your sweet, warm mouth that fit around him so well.

You weren’t lying when you said you’d only done this a few times before. You were never much of a fan of it back with your last boyfriend, mainly because he refused to go down on you, but also because you didn’t have enough passion for him to really feel like you wanted to do it. Still, he’d guilt you into it.

With Daryl, you wanted to put your mouth everywhere on his body. He drove you crazy, and some days all you could think about was getting him off with your mouth. He gave you so many dirty thoughts you’d never had with anyone else that you found it hard to control yourself sometimes. Even when he was away for three days, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and all the things you wanted him to do to you.

Your inexperience showed in the accidental grazing of your teeth against his sensitive shaft as you started bobbing up and down. He groaned a little, his teeth clenched together and his eyes squeezed shut as his grip on your hair tightened.

“Jesus, woman,” he grunted.

You pulled him out of your mouth, embarrassed by your sloppy performance. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You rubbed his hipbone in apology.

He looked down at you with hazy eyes and parted lips, his face tinged with red and dripping with sweat. He brought his other hand from your shoulder to your chin and held it delicately between his index and thumb.

“No, baby,” he panted. “You’re doin’ good, keep goin’.”

You nodded with an innocent look on your face. “I’ll try again, less teeth.”

He gave you a sweet smile, then tangled both his hands in your hair again to inch you closer to his cock.

You took him in again, going even a little further than you’d gotten to before. He was almost completely in you, but you wanted to get all of him in you even if it hurt. Pushing yourself a little further, you squeezed your eyes shut as you sunk down until you had him all the way in you, his tip grazing against the beginning of your throat.

You winced a little at the feeling, trying to adjust to having so much in your mouth at once. You always had a bad gag reflex, but you tried to hold it together for him. He deserved it, and you loved the feeling of his warm, bare cock inside you. You couldn’t even imagine how good it would feel when he came down your throat.

After a few moments of holding him there, you lifted your head up ever so slightly to begin gradually bobbing up and down, focusing on keeping your teeth away from his delicate skin and instead using your tongue to swirl around his tip every time your lips wrapped around his tip with each pass.

Within the first few passes, he started bucking up into you, pushing his cock even further than you thought it could go.

You gagged a little, making a slight groaning noise and sending shivers through his shaft. He stopped bucking up into you, but you kept moving your head up and down, using one hand to pump him and the other to caress his balls.

“You okay?” he panted, massaging your hair roughly.

You nodded your head slightly, but enough for him to see. He lowered his head back down to his pillow and continued letting himself thrust up into your mouth with every delicious swirl of your tongue.

You moaned at the feeling of his cock beginning to twitch ever so slightly, releasing the first spouts of his juices onto your tongue. Just as you tasted it, you let up on him, removing your lips from his tip to create a string of saliva and his juices stretching between you.

You took a breath and looked up at him as his fingernails grazed your scalp in the most pleasurable way.

“Does it feel good?” you panted.

Daryl nodded emphatically as he looked back down into your eyes, admiring the sparkle they always had in them when you looked at him. “So good, (Y/N). I love your lips around my cock.”

You smiled before looking back down and lowering your head again to lick up his shaft from every possible angle, licking in short, rapid bursts around his tip.

“Ah, (Y/N)!” he cried.

He raised his head to look down at you, admiring your beautiful breasts as your engorged nipples grazed against his lower thighs.

With one hand still pumping him up and down, you lowered your fingers to your panties and began rubbing yourself underneath the fabric, feeling your own pleasure starting to take hold as your wetness soaked through the thin cotton underwear.

“God, (Y/N),” Daryl panted.

You moaned to him as he thrusted up into your mouth harder and harder, yet still careful not to hurt you or push you too far.

With each thrust, you found yourself applying more pressure to your clit, feeling an amazing tingling inside of you.

Reminding yourself of the task at hand, you reluctantly removed your hand from yourself and brought it back up to massage Daryl’s now twitching balls as they prepared for his impending release.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warned.

You bobbed up and down a few more times, taking as much of him in as you could considering how fast you were going. You could feel his aching cock twitching in much shorter intervals now, his hips thrusting up into you with the most force he’d used so far.

He groaned from deep inside him as he felt the first shocks of his orgasm coursing through his cock, then finally bursting into rapid, uncontrollable spasms.

He panted out your name between a string of curses as he released into you, his tip just engulfed in the shallow end of your mouth.

“Don’t swallow all of it,” he moaned. “I want ya to make a mess of yourself, baby girl.”

You did as he asked, taking most of it in your mouth but being sure to let some of it drip from your lips as you opened your mouth to leave kisses on his exploding tip.

He kept his fingers tangled in your hair and watched your every move, paying special attention to his hot white liquid leaking out from between your reddened lips, dripping from your chin, and sliding down the delicate curves of your neck like melted vanilla ice cream.

The cum you did swallow felt so good cascading down your throat, its warmth heating you from the inside and filling you up like it was the nectar of the gods.

After the last of his warm seed expelled from his body and into yours, you pulled yourself up off of him and left a few small kisses as a parting gift to his beautiful cock.

You felt Daryl’s strong hands leave your scalp and grab your upper arms to pull you further up until you were eye-to-eye.

He was still catching his breath as his deep blue eyes reflected the sparkle twinkling in yours, the sparkle you only had when you were looking at him or thinking about the future.

He grazed his thumb over the white liquid still wet on your chin, then used his index finger to follow the trail as it led down to the valley of your breasts.

“I been wantin’ ya to do that for ages,” he said softly.

He smeared some of the liquid over your breast, rubbing it into your nipple gently. You giggled at his ticklish touch. “Why didn’t you ask me then?”

Daryl shrugged, still lost in the patterns he was drawing on your breast. “Don’ know, guess I just didn’t wanna push ya. ‘Sides,” he continued, “I first thought about ya doin’ that back at the quarry. Couldn’t really ask ya then.” His ears turned an adorable pink color at his admission.

Your eyes widened. “You thought of me like that back then?”

Daryl nodded sheepishly and tried to distract himself by wiping your face and chest clean with his red bandana he’d picked up off the floor. “Yeah. Tried to convince myself it was somethin’ else, but it was always somethin’ more. More I think about it, the more I think I loved ya from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“I feel the same.” You ran your fingers through his hair, admiring the rich caramel color and the highlights created by the warm light of the lantern. “Carol told me that I used to stare at you.” You chuckled at the memory of the fish fry, the last few hours before things went horribly wrong. “She said she caught me staring at you while you were chopping wood. That my jaw was on the ground. I didn’t even notice I was doing it.”

Daryl smirked. “I know.”

Your eyes widened. “You know?”

He nodded. “You were always watchin’ me, all sweaty and gross and shit. I’d be choppin’ up wood, then I’d look up and see your big doe eyes ogling me.”

“Oh my god.” You nuzzled your head into Daryl’s chest to hide your embarrassment. You heard him chuckling at you as he rubbed your back up and down. “That is so embarrassing!” you mumbled into his chest. You raised your head back up to look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop? That must’ve been annoying.”

Daryl shrugged. “‘Cause I liked it. Liked ya lookin’ at me. Wouldn’t have taken it from anyone else. I hate bein’ stared at… but you, you can stare at me all ya want. I’ll never get tired of those eyes on me.”

You looked at him with every ounce of the love you had for him in your eyes. “Oh, Daryl. You really are just a big softie.”

It felt like there was an earthquake in his chest with the grumble he let out. “Just for you, (Y/N). Ain’t soft for anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you say so.”

It wasn’t true at all. Sure, he saved his softest side for you, and he never showed this particular part of him, the intimate part, to anyone else, but he had a soft spot for everyone in your group. Your family.

Daryl knew it, too. Merle had told him in so many words that he’d gotten soft, that he’d been hanging around with you people for too long. Maybe it was true. He was softer, more understanding and kind. Still, he had a hard time knowing what to say to people, how to comfort people. It came much easier with you, but he was still working on it. In any case, he wasn’t the same man he was when this whole thing started. Well, he was, but he’d changed. He was still gruff, short-tempered, mostly serious, and not much of a talker, but he found it easier to empathize with people now. There were a variety of factors that contributed to this change, but he liked to think it was mostly because of you.

The two of you laid together in comfortable silence for a while, your head resting on his chest where it seemed to fit so naturally, and him playing with the lush tresses of your hair which seemed to fascinate him so. As you laid in his arms, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts roam to darker places, the places so far removed from the bright and airy utopia Daryl always took you to.

“I tried to get Andrea to come back with us today,” you said, breaking the silence. “She refused, said she could still get the Governor to change his mind.”

Daryl’s soft gaze met yours. He didn’t say anything, just let you keep talking.

“I’m worried about her. She wants to believe he’s good but he’s going to hurt her, especially if she keeps meddling with everything. It doesn’t matter what she says, he’s going to attack us… and try to take away everything we’ve fought for.”

You fell silent as the gravity of your situation weighed down on you again. Daryl, annoyingly observant as he always was, noticed your change in demeanor and lifted your chin up to look at him.

“Hey,” he said softly, “ain’t no use worryin’ about her. She’ll figure it out, and if she don’t, then it’s like you said—they’ll attack us anyway. That’s what we gotta worry about. She made her choice, and she ain’t here now so she ain’t my problem. It’s you and everyone else here—that’s my priority.”

You closed your eyes and smiled, snuggling closer into Daryl’s chest as he pulled you in tighter. “Dale told me something the day he died,” you said softly. “He told me to never be afraid, that fear could drive you to do bad things. Ever since then, I’ve tried so hard not to be afraid. Even when I was, I’d tell myself I wasn’t just so that I could get through it. It’s getting harder now… trying to keep it at bay. It’s easier when you don’t have anything to lose, but I have so much… mostly you. It scares me everyday, the thought of losing you. It makes me sick.”

“You ain’t ever gonna lose me,” he assured you, his tone serious and his eyes narrowed at you and his head tilted downwards in the way it always did when he made a promise. “I’ll stay on this big dumb rock for as long as I need to to keep ya safe.” He took your hand in his and squeezed it tightly. “Jesus himself could come down here and try to pull me up to Heaven but I’d still stay down here if it means I get to be with you. You got nothin’ to be afraid of.”

He brought your hand up to his lips and left a sweet kiss on your palm. “This Governor asshole’s gonna wish he never messed with us. I’ll make damn sure of it.”

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