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junkpuppet225 · 6 days ago

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note: Daryl keeps his promises. A little smut. Fluff. Sugary sweet. Sigh. I love Daryl Dixon.

Promises

The look on Daryl’s face as Maggie places his son in his strong arms will be burned into your memory for the rest of your life. When his wet gaze lifts to yours the look in his blue eyes can only be described as wonder.

“…h-he’s so small…”

As if on cue the miniature version of himself lets out a mighty wail and the archers wonder melts into fear. “Ya think he’s okay?” His voice is quiet and full of worry. “He’s perfect.” Maggie assures, wiping at her own happy tears as Daryl rocks the baby in his arms gently soothing him back to sleep.

Maggie gives you one last check assuring everything looks good before telling you how amazing you’ve done. “You make having baby’s look easy Y/N.” Despite an agonizing eleven hour labor everyone is healthy and Daryl’s fear turns to relief. “He’s going to be hungry soon. I’ll come get him in a little while so you can get some rest.”

Once Maggie is gone Daryl sinks to the bed beside you running his thumb over the babies soft cheek before handing him over. It’s your turn to look at him in wonder, fresh tears pooling in your eyes as you bring him to your chest. “Ya did good today.” Daryl assures, his deep familiar voice soothing the baby as you smile up to him. The love you have for this man is all consuming but now that your son is here you feel your heart expand with the love you have for him. “We did good.” You whisper, brushing your hand over a tuff of soft dark hair. Daryl hasn’t left your side, not today or any day before.

He’s kept his promise to you.

“I love you.”

You meet his eyes again, a deep ache filling your chest as you nod. “I love you Daryl.”

“W-what we gonna name ‘em?”

You look down into your son’s bright blue eyes, running a finger over his forehead to watch them roll back in his head - a sudden smile creeping to his lips. You’ve seen that smile before.

“Daryl.”

“Yeah?”

You look up to the man beside you, your smile so bright it brings on his own - matching the one on the tiny face in your arms. “His name is Daryl.” The archers eyes go wide at the thought as he looks down to the baby in your arms. “He’s going to be your twin. May as well share your name.”

You return your gaze to Daryl Jr. as he drifts off to sleep with a quiet coo as his father leans over to place his lips to your temple. “I love you.” He assures again the words rattling deep in his chest as he leans back on the headboard and brings you into his arms.

Five years later.

You look up as Daryl struts into the house with a trail of children behind him. The closest one being his exact replica down to the small leather vest he wears proudly. “No tools allowed in the kitchen young man.”

Daryl Jr. gives you his father’s sly grin, placing the borrowed wrench in his back pocket as you cross the room to grab him up and cover his dirty face with kisses. “Me now mommy!” You place Junior back to his feet and grab up the next one, spinning three year old Sophia around the room as her loud squeals pierce the very earth then you’re smothering her with just as many wet kisses. “Where have you been princess?” She’s just as dirty as her brother.

Thanks dad.

“We helpin’ daddy fix his moto-cycle!”

Sophia produces her own smaller wrench, bursting into a fit of giggles as you narrow your eyes playfully. A second later Daryl is leaning in for his own kiss - sinking his hand into the back of your hair to hold you against him as his tongue brushes your lips for access. “Awww! Daddy kissing mommy!”

Daryl Jr. makes a face with his tongue sticking out as Judith bounces down the stairs behind Carl - pushing blonde wisps of curly hair from her eyes. Once Sophia sees her bestie all thoughts of you are gone and she’s kicking her tiny legs to slide down your body - hitting the floor running.

The borrowed house that Deanna gifted your group all those years ago is much louder now - especially when the whole gang is here, like tonight. You wave to Carol and Tobin as they shuffle into the house and before long everyone is content with full bellies and the sound of children laughing. Your group is scattered through out the house - Abraham laughing with Sophia, Rosita gazing into Gabriel’s eyes. Eugene and Tara are arguing about the rules of some board game they found while Rick runs his hand over Michonne’s growing belly. Little RJ will be here before long bumping Hershel from being the newest baby in the group. You glance over to Maggie and Glenn who are smiling and talking softly as they take turns rocking their fussy boy to sleep.

Then there’s Daryl. You spot him leaning against the kitchen counter with his eyes trained on you and when you smile at him his shoulders relax an inch, nodding to the staircase that will lead you to your shared bedroom. You feel the heat in his gaze, warming you from the inside out as you turn to Carol with wide eyes. The way Daryl looks at you makes your heart race. The idea of getting a few minutes alone with him sending a surge of pleasure through you. Carol gives you a knowing grin - silently assuring she’ll keep an eye on the kids as you practically run to Daryl and take his offered hand.

A minute later your back is against the bedroom door and Daryl is kissing you like his very life depends on it - sinking his hands into your hair roughly as a groan passes between you.

“…fuckin’ need ya.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair as he pushes you into the bedroom - locking the door behind him before he’s kissing you again. That’s a mistake he won’t make twice - Junior still tells everyone he meets the story of mommy and daddy hugging…, in the bed… naked.

You shake the thought as you push Daryl back to the bed, watching him unclasp his belt with the determination only a busy mother can appreciate. It won’t take long for Junior to snake past Carol in search of his favorite person in the entire world - the man beneath you.

You lose just enough clothes to straddle his lap as he grasps the nape of your neck to bring you to his fierce kiss - filling your mouth with his slow tongue and your cunt with his rigid cock. “F-fuck, Y/N.” The deep moan following your name proves that you don’t get to do this often enough, placing your palm to his broad chest as he grasps your hips - working you up and down his length quickly. “F-fuck. M’not gonna last like this.”

A surge of pleasure rushes through you, working your hips faster as Daryl fucks up into you roughly - his head falling back to the bed with a desperate groan. The devotion in his eyes take you over the edge, burying your face in the bend of his neck as you breath him in - moaning against his jaw as he joins you a second later - gripping the back of your hair while he fills you deeply - riding our your orgasm that has your entire body quaking in his embrace.

“T-that was…” You can only sigh with relief as Daryl wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest while he stays buried deep inside of you. “…so good, Daryl.., you make me feel so good.” His dick throbs inside of you at the thought, his only reply a low grunt as he tries to regulate his breathing. If he were a betting man he’d say you both have less than two minutes before a miniature version of yourselves show up knocking.

Carol is still grinning as you and Daryl make your walk of shame back into the kitchen, both looking properly fucked for the first time in a long time. You try to smooth your hair as Junior runs into the narrow room and wraps his arms around your hips. “Where’d you go mama?” He demands, realizing his dad is standing behind you suddenly. Despite bringing him into this world Daryl Jr. crawls through your legs to get to Daryl Sr., play punching him in the thigh before he’s jerked up into the air and hanging upside down - his wild laugh filling the house. “Stay here with aunt Carol. I need to show your mama somethin’.”

“Are you going to do more naked hugging?”

Daryl gives him a stern look which closes his mouth and straightens his back. Ugh, if only you could be the dad for a day and your children would listen to you like that. He ruffles his son’s hair after sitting him on the table in front of Carol and places his hand to the small of your back, guiding you through the kitchen and into the cool night air.

Daryl slips his hand in yours as you make your way to Daryl’s home away from home - Aaron’s garage. A dim light is on in the corner and the room is cast in shadow as he rummages through the junk piled up on his work bench while you glance around. You take in your son’s handy work - several toy trucks smashed at your feet and a discarded hammer under the bench. Before you can go for it Daryl kneels before you but he’s not looking for the hammer - he’s holding out a shiny river stone in his palm, offering it to you.

“What are you——?”

“Will ya be my penguin?”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you meet his nervous gaze, the smooth stone in his hand shining like a jewel in the dim light. “Yes.” You say without hesitation, sinking to your knees before him as he lowers his hand and offers you the stone again. “Jude found a book last week about penguins…, says they give their mates rocks as a symbol of their love…”

Tears rim your lashes as you take the beautiful stone from Daryl, turning it over in your hands as you appreciate the way it shines. “…there’s no one I love more than you, Y/N.” You tighten your fist around the stone and lean forward to kiss him, whispering how much you love him against his parted lips.

You kiss him again as he brushes the tears from your cheeks. “I want you to be my wife Y/N. I want every part of you. I promise to love you more every day.”

…and you know Daryl Dixon doesn’t break his promises.

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