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liliesdiary · 4 days ago

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Hii ! Could you do something where the group doesn’t know Daryl and reader are together, (not because it’s necessarily a secret but because they’re just private with stuff like that). And one day someone from the group, maybe Rick, sees marks on her neck and thighs and is concerned she got hurt and demands to know what happened but she doesn’t want to admit it because she’s embarrassed. And he keeps bugging her about it until she finally caves and admits they’re a couple. And at first she’s worried Daryl will be upset but then he realizes he kinda likes the idea that he’s marking her as his 🫣

Cherries, Bruises, & Cigarettes

You quietly sat on your bed, reading an old magazine as a cherry sits on your plump red lips. Daryl was just outside your cell, sharpening his arrows and smoking a cigarette by the prison stairs.

Daryl can't help but stare at your plump ass in that short skirt, his eyes following the roll of your cherry stockings along your thighs as you kick your legs. The sight of you playing with that cherry in your mouth, your tongue teasing its bright red surface, makes his cock twitch in his jeans. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly as he watches you, a small smirk playing on his lips.

He knows you've noticed him staring, and the little smile you give him sends a jolt of desire straight to his groin. He's been looking forward to these little visits, sneaking off with you when the others are busy. It's a nice break from the constant tension in the prison.

You hummed to the music playing in your ears, an old pop song you used to love. You played with the cherry in your mouth, moving your tongue along its bright red surface and biting it.

Daryl kept staring at you, waiting for the others to leave for the cafeteria. He took another drag of his cigarette and walked towards you as everyone left.

He cleared his throat, “Ya look good in that skirt.” He took another hit of his cigarette as he leaned against the wall.

“Thank you, handsome.” you say as you ate another cherry, teasing him with your eyes as you flicked your tongue against it. You took off your headphones and set them aside as you sat up.

He offered his cigarette, placing it in your mouth and holding it for you. You took a long drag, giving him doe eyes as you hit it. Daryl grunts softly as you take a long drag of his cigarette, your plump lips wrapped around it, leaving a perfect imprint of your lipstick. He watches intently as you lean forward, blowing the smoke right into his face. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation before grabbing your face gently, his calloused fingers caressing your soft cheek.

He leans in closer, his stubble grazing your smooth skin as he whispers in your ear, "You keep teasin' me like that, and I won't be able to control myself." His hand slides down to your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. He can feel it racing beneath his touch, and it only fuels his desire for you.

Daryl groans as he claims your pretty throat with his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. His rough hands slide up your skirt, squeezing your soft thighs and leaving red marks on your skin. He tears off your stocking with a growl, exposing more of your creamy flesh to his hungry gaze.

He pushes you back onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he kneels before you. His calloused hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart as he leans in closer. He presses sweet kisses along your inner thigh, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin and making you shiver with anticipation.

He flips you over on the bed and pins you down. You press your ass in your cherry printed panties against his bulge. Daryl groans as he feels your ass pressing against his bulge, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He grips your hair gently, pulling you back towards him as he pins you down on the bed. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of your naked body spread out before him.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. He tears off your cherry panties with a swift motion, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. He leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your ass before trailing his lips up your spine, leaving a path of fire in his wake.

Daryl's cock springs free from his jeans, thick and hard and ready for you. He strokes it slowly, admiring the way it throbs with need. He can see your tight hole glistening with your arousal, and he wastes no time in sliding his fingers inside you, groaning at how wet and ready you are for him.

He positions the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that make you whimper and arch your back. Then he's pushing inside you, stretching you open around his thick length.

You let out a pained moan as he fills you completely, and he covers your mouth with his hand, your lipstick leaving a stain on his palm. He thrusts deeper, harder, his hips snapping against yours as he buries himself inside you.

Daryl's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he pounds into you with deep, powerful thrusts. He holds you in a headlock, his body pinning you down as he claims you completely. The feeling of his cock stretching you, filling you so deeply, is almost too much to bear. Your body trembles with pleasure, your walls clenching around him as he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice muffled against your neck as he leaves a trail of hot kisses along your skin. His stubble scrapes against your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing as the older man pounded into you.

“My pretty little cherry, you're doing so good." He mumms as he cums deep inside of your stretched cunt. Daryl grunts as he pulls out of you, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He quickly tucks himself away as he hears the others approaching, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips before letting you go. He grabs a cloth and gently cleans you up, his eyes taking in the sight of his cum dripping out of your well-fucked cunt.

"You did such a good job, doll," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. He loves the way you spread your legs for him, your red heels in the air as he cleans you up. He leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your cunt, savoring the taste of his own cum mixed with your arousal.

Daryl chuckles as he sees your smeared lipstick, leaning in to give you another soft kiss before pulling away. He watches as you wipe it off and reapply it, his eyes following your every move. When you ask if he'll see you again today, he grins and nods, his voice low and rough with promise.

"Of course, my pretty cherry, I'll always come back for you," he murmurs, pressing a final sweet kiss to your cheek before turning to leave. As he walks away, he can't help but glance back over his shoulder, his eyes taking in the sight of you putting your clothes back on.

You tried to cover the bruises up with makeup but you failed to do so. You tried to put as much makeup you could on the dark bruises and love bites but it was still noticeable.

Rick needed your help with the farm today and you knew he was gonna say something about it. You tried to cover up and put a jacket on, the bruises on your neck still exposed though.

You traveled to Rick's farm, as people passed nobody noticed the marks on your body. You were a bit nervous, hoping he wouldn't notice. You waved at Rick as he was working on the carrots, he waved back and gave you a small smile.

Rick looks up as you approach, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your appearance. He sets down the tools he was using and wipes his hands on his jeans before standing up.

"Hey there," he greets you with a smile, though there's a hint of concern in his eyes. "Everything alright? You look a little... flushed."

His gaze drifts down to the bruises on your neck, and his brow furrows. "What happened there? Did someone hurt you?”

You deny and shake your head, “No I swear, it's nothing, I promise.” You give him a reassuring smile but he doesn't buy it.

Rick's concern only grows as you try to brush off the marks. He steps closer, gently tilting your chin up to get a better look. His eyes narrow as he takes in the extent of the bruising.

“This doesn't look like nothing.” He says firmly as his eyes roamed around your body.

There's an accusatory edge to his voice, and you can see the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Rick has always been protective of you, and the thought of someone hurting you sets him off.

You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. You don't want to get Daryl in trouble, but you also don't want Rick to keep pushing the issue. You know how he can be when he gets something in his head.

“Daryl and I have been messing around..” You say, looking down as you wait for Rick's response.

Rick's expression softens as he processes your words. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. "Shit, I'm sorry," he apologizes, his voice sincere. "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions.”

You give him a soft smile, “it's okay Rick, I understand.” You felt relief as you got that off your chest. You wondered how Daryl would feel about you telling Rick.

He offers you a sheepish smile, his shoulders relaxing. "I guess I'm just being overprotective. It's not my place to tell you what to do with your personal life."

He glances down at the bruises again, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "But... Daryl, huh? I never would've guessed. You two seem like an unlikely pair."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Just promise me one thing. If things ever get too intense, or if he ever crosses a line, you'll tell me. Okay?”

You give him a soft smile and nod. You two go back to farming as the sun slowly starts to set. Rick let you go, “Be back tomorrow around the same time, hun. I'm gonna need your help with the pigs.” He says as he washes his muddy hands.

“Of course, I'll be here tomorrow.” You say as you walk away in your cherry shorts, waving bye to Rick as you go back inside the prison where Daryl is waiting for you.

You walk back to your cell, noticing Daryl already on your bed smoking the same lipstick stained cigarette you two shared earlier. Daryl takes a long drag of his cigarette, the cherry glowing bright in the dim light of the room. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air.

When you sit down beside him, he turns to face you, his eyes dark and intense. He reaches out, cupping your cheek with his rough hand as he leans in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and slightly chapped, the taste of tobacco and your lipstick still lingering. He pulls back after a moment, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Rick saw the hickeys..” You say with an embarrassed smile, “I had to tell him that it was you, he was getting too concerned.”

Daryl's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He takes another drag of his cigarette, considering your revelation.

"Shit, really?" he mutters, his brow furrowing. "What'd he say? Was he pissed?"

He sets the cigarette down in an empty bottle, his attention fully on you now. His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers toying with the ends of your hair.

"I ain't sorry though," he adds, his voice low and rough. "I like markin' you up, lettin' everyone know you're mine.”

You roll your eyes and smile, “He was just concerned but he apologized. I told him we were just messing around.”

Daryl chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. He leans back on his elbows, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Rick, always worryin' about everyone else," he teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Guess he can't help it, bein' the leader and all.”

He reaches out, hooking a finger in your belt loop and tugging you closer. His other hand slides down to your hip, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin through the fabric of your jeans.

"But I'm glad he's not mad. Don't want him givin' me the stink eye every time he sees me."

He leans in, his nose brushing against yours as he speaks. Daryl's lips trail down your throat, his teeth grazing your skin as he leaves a path of kisses in his wake. He nips at your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a vivid mark. "Now, where were we before we got interrupted?”

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thank you for the request angel <3

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