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We'll Make It Fit

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Honestly, I didn't really have a specific season in mind

Summary: Daryl has a major size kink and you're the perfect size for him?

Warnings: Smut, size kink, swearing, fingering, masturbation, grinding, and domination

Word count: 10,833

Daryl could barely pull his eyes from you, constantly observing how you interacted with him; the way he had to look down upon you, his eyes practically scanning over the top of your head whenever you conversed with him. He loved the fact that he could most likely wrap his arms all the way around your small stature, twice, if the two of you were to ever embrace. The significant size and height difference between the two of you always made his mind wander, wondering how you'd look pinned beneath him, moaning his name as he basically caged you between his forearms. The thought made his cock twitch from inside the confines of his pants.

The solemn man quietly watched as you worked on perfecting your aim, practicing with his own crossbow by firing at a small, makeshift target that you had placed against the base of a tree. You had been doing fairly well, most of the arrows landing somewhere close to the bullseye, one even landing directly in the middle of the board.

He licked his lips, wetting his mouth as he observed you from across the blazing fire, the large weapon practically overweighing your figure as you trained. He had grown firm within his jeans once he had come across this realization, watching as you sometimes teetered upon the balls of your feet while you retrieved an arrow.

“Daryl,” you suddenly called out, drawing him from his thoughts as his eyes found their way to you “can you help me? I can't reach it.”

You looked absolutely majestic according to Daryl; your hair was a slight mess, your locks sticking up in random directions and a bit frizzy, but the archer could only focus on the way it framed your face and hung over your chest, making you look like a renaissance depiction. Your eyes were sparkling, the orange glow admitted from the fire caused your irises to shimmer and shine from beneath your fluttering lashes. Shadows had formed all across your figure, accentuating all of Daryl's favorite features of yours: your sharp characteristics, glowing skin, and the lighting couldn't help but draw his eyes to your chest. The sweet smile inching upon your lips had the dark haired male in awe, his eyes faltering for a slight moment before a breeze blew across the small area. Your clothing began flowing in the wind, the fabric rippling across your body as thin strands of your hair began to flutter around your head. You looked like an absolute Goddess.

You pointed up towards the large plant placed behind you, attempting to present your problem to Daryl. His vision slowly trailed up your arm and climbed across your palm before finally landing upon the issue at hand. His eyes focused in the darkness, eyelids squinting as he noticed one of his arrows firmly stuck within the bark of the tree. You had attempted to retrieve it on your own, standing upon the toes of your shoes and even jumping, but it always remained just a few inches out of reach.

Daryl cleared his throat before rising from his seat across the fire, hoping the bulge placed beneath his clothing wasn't as prominent as he thought it was.

He made his way around the crackling fire, dried leaves crunching below his weight as he trudged in your direction. Legs stretching beneath the mass of his body, knees slightly buckling for a moment as he approached you, becoming a bit nervous within your presence. As he passed by the fire, the blaze casted a feeling of warmth upon the left side of his figure, heat radiating through his arm and the rest of his upper body. The perfect mixture of the combined warmth admitted from the blaze and the slight coolness of the breeze engulfing him was almost heavenly. The room temperature gust glazing his skin caused him to reminisce upon the many summer nights he had spent laying upon the grass covered ground, gazing up towards the constellations placed above him.

He finally arrived at the tall, looming tree; the only sound entering the domain of his ears was the noise of the leaves quivering from above him, the sound of the fire groaning behind the two of you, and the wind caused a slight howling to echo around both of you. The environment surrounding the two of you was extremely calming, almost making the reality of your current lives dissolve around you.

Without hesitation, Daryl leaned forward, one hand placed upon the left side of the tree, grasping the base with a firm grip in an attempt to steady himself as his other palm wrapped itself around the worn arrow. He had supplied you with a few of his old darts to practice with, to insure that you wouldn't lose or harm his trusty, pristine arrows. The ones he had given you were old, wooden darts, the tips worn down into blunt, painless points. The shaft of the arrows were thin and weak, threatening to give out at any moment. He felt the rough texture of the dart in between his fingers, his blunt nails digging into the skin of his palm as he obtained a death grip upon the weapon.

He was unaware of it then, but you hadn't moved before he arrived at his destination. The large male had practically trapped you between him and the tree, your body surrounded by his exposed biceps and you couldn't help but stare.

Your eyes traced his frame, fawning over the way he had positioned himself in front of you. Your vision landed upon his large upper body, his abdomen covered by a loose shirt and his leather vest, his torso swimming in the clothing while still giving you a perfect view upon the toned muscles hidden beneath the confines of his shirt. His abs caused the thin fabric to strain against his skin, a light outline of his stomach becoming visible to your naked eyes. The fire was casting shadows upon his exposed biceps in all the right ways, his muscles throbbing under the weight he was putting upon them. Your head turned, your eyes trailing up his limb until they landed upon his hands; the fingers upon his right hand were sprawled out upon the dark brown bark, gripping at the wood as he propped himself up upon his arms. His other hand firmly wrapped itself around the arrow, knuckles white as he held the dart, and for some reason, the sight made your underwear grow damp. His broad shoulders were drawn together, tense as he focused all his strength into retrieving his belonging. Your eyes darted down to the crotch of his pants, a habit you were extremely used to giving into, your brain going blank as you attempted to catch even just a glimpse of what may be lying underneath the thick fabric.

Finally, your vision found its way up to his face, your eyes landing upon the stern look drawn across his features: His eyes narrow, focusing upon the weapon wedged into the tree, his lips drawn together in a tight line, and his hair was dangling in front of his eyes, swaying and jerking with even the slightest of motion.

The way he looked right then, towering above you, made you grow even wetter.

“I really wanna kiss you right now, Daryl.” You admitted, staring up towards him.

The sudden noise startled the male, his head jerking downwards in an attempt to discover the exact location of the unexpected sound and who it may have possibly came from.

Had you always been standing there below him?

His eyes were weary once they landed upon you, frantically scanning your face as he finally yanked the dart from the tree. The arrow escaped from the tree with a muffled pop noise as he contemplated your words. Daryl knew this was everything he had ever wanted, to kneel down and kiss you, to place his hands upon your cheeks as your lips collided, but he knew that would only cause the problem between his legs to worsen. Even just the thought of it all had him painfully hard.

The way you gazed up at him made his heart begin to pound within his rib cage, rattling around so harshly he was sure you'd be able to hear it. Your eyes were soft as your vision found its way down to his lips, circling around your desired target as you breathed through your nose. You looked so small below him, the sight of your tiny stature caged between his forearms had his jeans growing tighter around his waist. Your back was carefully pushed up against the tree, your body practically pinned between his own and the structure behind you.

Daryl was staring at you with a look of deep focus and concentration, like he was contemplating your very being. His eyes were glued to your pupils, like he could see your soul through the inky black holes. He was reading you, like a book, debating wether or not this was a good idea, if this was the correct decision to make. His harsh gaze caused you to grow embarrassed, a small pink hue growing across your skin as you became doubtful. Had you said the wrong thing? The fact that he actually had to think about his next choice was not a positive sign.

You suddenly placed your small hands upon his chest in an attempt to put your desired actions into motion, as the two of you had been standing there like that for a while, Daryl looking quizzically at you as you stared sheepishly back. The contact of your hands meeting his body made him crumble. The sight of your tiny palms sprawled out across his large chest and the heat of your bodies connecting made him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back a whimper. He was done for. He felt the arrow suddenly fall from his grasp, landing somewhere upon the ground and clattering among the leaves before he obeyed your request.

He leaned down, far enough to cause his back to strain as he let his hands find their way to your face. His large palms clasped around your cheeks, your skin burning within his grip as his mouth was placed upon yours.

His hands upon your face felt magnificent; his calloused fingers gripping at your soft flesh sent sparks rushing through body. Even just the slight contact was enough to make you choke back a grin.

His lips were slow at first, his rough hands caressed your face as his mouth moved softly; his lips were doughy, warm, and plush while being pushed up against your own. Your mouths fit together perfectly, almost like pieces of a puzzle as he gracefully kissed you. His light facial hair poked and scratched at the skin upon your face as he practically swallowed you, breathing heavily from his nose, like he was too nervous to pull away just to inhale. Too scared he might possibly lose you, that you might change your mind about the entire thing in those fleeting moments.

His head dipped down further into your own as your palms snaked their way up his chest, finally feeling his toned body beneath his clothes, a connection you had been practically yearning for for months.

Your hands groped at his stiff abs and thorax, fingers digging at the rough fabric of his clothes, practically clawing at the man like a sex deprived maniac. You allowed your palms to dip down into the creases of his stomach, venturing their way through all the grooves and cracks littered upon his chest, his large muscles causing a slight moan to escape from your lips. One of which Daryl happily swallowed.

Once you were satisfied with your search upon his chest, the feeling of his abdomen beneath your finger tips forever burned into your mind, your hands slowly made their way up his body. You felt his heart pounding beneath his chest as your hands trailed towards his neck. The idea that he was even just the slightest bit nervous had a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your palms momentarily grasped at his shoulders, feeling his buff build beneath your hands was satisfactory, loving the way his elbows dropped when you laid your hands upon him, relaxing underneath your touch before your hands finally rested upon his neck.

The skin covering his neck was soft, silky within your grasp, flesh practically begging you to scatter multiple different types of marks upon him: hickeys, love bites, small scratches, and more. If your mouth wasn't so busy tending to his own, you'd be occupying yourself by littering kisses down his jawline, sucking marks onto his neck, and licking long stripes upon his collar bones.

Your arms were now entirely stretched out in an attempt to wrap yourself around his nape, wanting to be closer to him, yearning to have your bodies pressed together as your chests heaved and your lips attacked one another. All you could smell was him, practically swimming in the scent radiating from his body as the shadow of his large stature blocked out all of your surroundings. He smelt of dirt, pine, and a hint of sap, most likely due to the many occasions he spent out in the wild, hiding among trees, scavenging within the dirt, and laying upon mounds of leaves. He had a strong, masculine aroma, one that was forming into a thick smog, a fog that caused your mind to grow hazy as you found yourself completely and utterly surrounded by him and his enticing affection.

You lifted yourself onto your toes, your back scrapping against the rough bark of the tree behind you as you attempted to get a better angle upon the man. All you desired to do was to become enveloped with in him, for his arms to become wrapped around you, his body to be desperately pressed up against yours, and for his face to melt into your own, mushing together as the two of you kissed. But your attempt to make yourself appear to be taller, to give the male better access to your jaw and throat didn't seem to make much of a difference, he was still just out of your reach, many inches away, causing your neck to strain and your mouth to extend in an embarrassing strive to gain better access to his own lips.

Daryl was still looming over you, his messy hair dangling against your forehead as he knelt down, his shoulder blades tense due to the awkward position he had to stand in. He was still just close enough to politely lay his lips upon your own.

Daryl was unaware that such a small action could affect his dick so much; at the realization that you were still much too short, even on your tippy toes, to successfully reach him caused him to groan into your mouth, cock twitching desperately within his trousers. Daryl dove forward, lust practically spilling from his pores as he began to make out with you. He was completely driven by his overpowering emotions as he pulled your face closer to his own, basically melding your lips together as his movements became erratic; his mouth was sloppy, lazily kissing you as he became too horny to really care, all he wanted to do was fuck you senseless. He had grown sick of watching you prance around, too short to do many things on your own, often requesting his assistance while reaching something from the top shelf or to retrieve an arrow that had became lodged within a tree. He was done admiring the way you appeared to fit perfectly upon his lap, imagining the way you'd look laid upon his chest while his arms snaked tightly around you. But most of all, he was tired of jerking off to the thought of you every night, grinding against his pillow in an attempt to feel some sort of relief. He needed a taste of the real thing.

Daryl momentarily pulled away, your lips embarrassingly chasing his own as he did so, yearning for his affection. It had grown quiet once more as the two of you gazed upon one another.

The male was admiring the way your lips had become swollen, eyelids heavy and pupils lust blown as you stared up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his next move. His eyes focused on the way you licked your lips, preparing yourself for his next, ravenous make out session as you gazed upon his own beauty; the way his face had turned a slight pinkish color had you screaming within your head, his eyes hazily staring down at you like he was completely smitten with you. His mouth had turned slightly swollen as well, his lips covered in saliva due to your mouths messily clashing moments prior. He was blinking slowly, just taking his time to admire your love struck appearance.

Your hands were still placed comfortably around his neck, lightly playing with the corse hairs at the back of his head as his own palms grabbed at your face, fingers drawing light circles upon your skin as he struggled to keep his hands in place; he was having a war within his mind, using every ounce of self control left within his body to make sure his touch didn't waver, staying glued to your magnificent face instead of gliding upon the curves of your body.

“I wanna," he paused, his eyes dark as he stared down upon you, selecting his words wisely "I needa fuck ya.”

His tone was dominant but also quiet, slight desperation laced within his voice. It was an understatement to say that Daryl desperately needed you, he had never met someone who fit his personal type so perfectly: You were short, much smaller than the hunter, practically minuscule compared to himself. You were thin, tiny enough for Daryl to constantly day dream about dominating you, grabbing you by your wrists and contorting your body into any position he desired. He wanted to hold you down as he fucked into you, his head buried into the crook of your neck, giving him the ability to hear all the whimpers and moans, every possible noise, that escaped from the confines of your mouth. Your measurements were practically flawless for every act he even thought of taking part in. He had never laid his eyes on anything as perfect as you. You were the epiphany of Daryl's wet dreams.

"Please." You responded, your voice breathy as you spoke.

Daryl groaned, your vocalization sending a slight shiver down his spine, the sound of you begging for him was intoxicating, he needed to hear it again.

His hands jolted towards the hem of your pants, a sudden movement that caused you to flinch as a reaction, eyes wide as you held back a yelp. You weren't expecting such hasty movements from the mysterious male, an action that caused your heart to immediately start pounding in fear, but his desperate activities only caused your legs to grow weak below you, trembling under your weight.

Your eyes flicked down to his fingers, his hands working frivolously upon the button of your jeans, his sweaty palms radiating a hot warmth onto the skin beneath your clothing. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the male had grown frantic, yearning to be inside you as soon as physically possible. Too excited to move slowly for even just a few moments. He fumbled with the small, metal circle upon your pants, wiggling it around until he successfully freed it from its confines. You were quick to do the same, your hands rapidly traveling down his body, sliding against his large shoulders, grazing his chest, skimming his torso, and momentarily pausing upon the waist band of his trousers, taking in the moment, doing your best to burn the image in your head: Your hands upon the hem of his jeans, fingers dipping under into the depths of his pants, and the outline of his painfully hard cock visible even in the dim firelight. You stared for a moment before finally placing your fingers upon zipper of his pants, eagerly trying to keep up with his swift movements.

When your palm grazed the rough material of his jeans, you felt your skin ghost over his aching hard on, pulsing beneath his clothing. All you wanted to do was palm him through his pants, grope and grab at him until he was a whimpering mess below you, but, you quickly decided it would be much more enjoyable if you were to just free the two of you from your restricting clothes and fuck like animals instead. You heard a slight moan escape from the mans lips as your fingers skimmed across his member, pleasure quickly coursing though Daryl's body due to even just the lightest touch.

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you observed the sheer size of him, the addition of his deep groan as a reaction to just the smallest of contact caused you to grow even more desperate. He was thick enough to leave a very prominent outline of his shaft through his pants and he was long enough to make tiny, doubtful thoughts begin racing through your head.

Once you swallowed the knot within your throat, one you didn't even know existed until that moment, your hands began working swiftly upon the button of his own jeans, trying not to crumble under the pressure of his tense stare, his eyes practically burning holes into the top of your head as you felt his hot breath spill across the sweaty skin of your forehead. Having Daryl as your audience was making you becoming increasingly shy with every second that went by, hands beginning to shake as you struggled with the surprisingly intricate button of his pants.

He was the first to tare your jeans from your body, ripping them down your legs before you could even successfully undo his fly. You felt the cool, spring air pool across the exposed skin upon your thighs as Daryl dropped your pants, letting them fall around your ankles. The hunter had auspiciously removed your bottoms enough for you to be able to entirely rid of them, kicking the article of clothing from your body. Your jeans landed somewhere behind Daryl, clattering among the leaves, sticks, and dirt as they slid across the ground, although you couldn't exactly spot their exact location as the males large frame was blocking your vision.

Goosebumps began to appear across your body, growing upon your exposed legs and littering your flesh with small, round bumps. Your limbs began to tremble due to the howling wind when you finally freed his zipper, the small piece of metal grinding against the teeth of his pants with a loud zippp noise, a sound that echoed throughout the woods around you, reverberating off of every, surrounding tree. With that, you happily wrapped your hands around the waistband of his jeans, your nimble fingers swiftly pushing both his pants and boxers downwards against his hips, just enough to reveal his throbbing dick.

You marveled down at his appendage: the tanned skin was littered with veins, pulsing and palpitating with anticipation. The tip was pink, flustered and agitated from the lack of attention Daryl had been receiving in that moment, yearning for any sort of physical contact. Your eyes traced the light hairs that framed his cock, patches of curls making their way up his body, forming a happy trail that disappeared into the depths of his wrinkled shirt.

His cock had been struggling against the rough material of his jeans for a long while now, begging for relief as he stared down upon you, and even just being exposed to the crisp air had his mind reeling.

He was large, so much so that his size practically terrified you.

Without hesitation, you, instinctually, dragged the pad of your thumb down the large, decorative vein that ran across the underside of his shaft, an action that you had put no thought into, your hands practically moving on their own. It was warm to the touch, his member practically burning in the clutch of your hand as you gaped down at him, swallowing another lump within your throat as you grew weary of his size. Daryl let out a shaky breath as pre-cum practically spilled from his sensitive head, his cock twitching in response to your movements, lighting bouncing, yearning for more affection from your delicate hands.

"I-" you paused, a deep heat spreading across your cheeks as you spoke, the words about to tumble from your mouth causing you to grow increasingly embarrassed "I don't know if it will fit."

Your honesty made a wave of pride wash over Daryl, crashing down upon his face causing a smirk to inch across his plush lips. You thought he was big, you had just exclaimed a sentence he had been dying to hear you speak sense the moment he met you. Your words only added to his debilitating arousal, playing into his crippling size kink as the thought of you stuffed with his large cock crossed through his mind.

"We'll make it fit."

With that, he brought his hands down to your exposed underpants; he placed the pad of his finger upon your clothed clit, his skin quickly collected the wetness that had soaked into the cloth. You let out a small whimper, resisting the over powering urge to rut your hips down against him, to grind your core into his strong hands as he grunted deeply, the feeling of you being absolutely soaked for him, even after such minuscule actions, only urged him further.

He began creating small circles against your underwear with his digits, tiny, tight movements upon your clit, not too fast but not too slow either. You let out an unexpected moan due to his actions, one you didn't know you were holding; the sound waves traveled through his ears and shot straight between his legs, his cock uncontrollably twitching.

His free hand made its way to your clothed chest, his fingers traveling from your cheek down to your neck, lightly caressing your jawline before hastily sliding over your collar bones until his palm landed upon one of your breasts. His hand was large compared to your boob, his entire palm engulfing your skin as he held it in within his grasp. His hand cover the entirety of your breast, making it seem minuscule in his clutch as he rolled it within his palm. While his other hand was still occupied with your crotch, the one placed upon your chest began to move as well, the pad of his thumb beginning to create rough circles upon your clothed chest, the movements of his hands synced with one another, his fingers beginning to move at the same pace while applying the same amount of pressure.

His hands were all over you, touching you as pleasure coursed through your body, it was practically unbearable. This was the sort of contact you had only ever experienced within the confines of your extremely depraved dreams, or during the scenarios you had created during the nights you were left wide awake, yearning for the biker to be on top of you, relentlessly rearranging your insides. Your legs were threatening to give out as he fondled your chest, his thumb caressing your hard nipple hidden beneath your clothing while his other hand worked at your crotch, adding the perfect amount of pressure onto your pulsing clit. You had successfully become soaked, clenching around nothing as the rough texture of his skilled fingers grinded against your pussy. Possibly much wetter than you had ever been before.

Although you had been watching his hands intensely, observing them as they caused your body to convulse and twitch uncontrollably, you momentarily allowed your eyes to flick up towards his face, scanning his features, only to find his dark orbs already doing the same to you.

His eyes were focused upon your face, watching every expression and reaction you had to his actions, picking up upon all of your positive responses, such as pleasure filled moans or excited whimpers, while also noticing all of your negative feedback, such as grit teeth or sharp hisses. All of which were strides towards making this the best night of your entire life.

Plus, he absolutely adored watching you crumble beneath the control of his finger tips.

His mouth was drawn into a thin line, a slight smirk pulling upon the corner of his lips as he observed you. His eyes were surprisingly soft and caring as he stared down upon you, although his irises were still dark, pupils blown extremely wide as a reaction to the show you were putting on from below him. His skin had grown a blotchy reddish color, a reaction due to the extremely strong arousal plaguing both his mind and body. There was also a thin sheet of sweat glazing over his flesh due to his rigorous movements, his hair sticking to his forehead like glue as his hands wandered the vast land of your body.

"Y-You said you were gonna f-fuck me." You struggled with your words, your voice shaking as his, seemingly magical, fingers didn't falter.

He let his palms fondle you a moment longer, one hand rolling your breast within his grasp as the other dragged the pointer and middle finger through your wet folds. It was like he was unable to remove his palms from you, and you couldn't deny it, seeing the way Daryl got all worked up due to simply pleasuring you, cock painfully hard, pre-cum beading down his shaft, and a lust filled look written all across his face, it was practically intoxicating.

With one last moan admitted from you, finally satisfied with his work, he removed his hands from your crotch and boobs, palms traveling down the soft skin of your legs until they landed upon the outside of your thighs. With every new inch of your body he seemed to explore, waves of fulfillment and rapture flowed pleasurably through your veins. His fingers frolicked upon the soft flesh of your thighs; he rolled the skin between his fingers, rubbing his palms across your limb, and even slapped you a few times, drawing his arm back before launching it downwards, placing a firm strike upon the meat of your thighs. You yelped with every hit he placed upon you, a stinging sensation pooling across your leg, but the pain was also quite pleasurable, excitement bursting through your body every time the male smacked you.

Daryl smiled to himself, enjoying the way your thighs jiggled beneath his finger tips, waves appearing upon your skin as the fat of your leg moved relentlessly beneath your flesh. With every moan that escaped your mouth, he smiled to himself, adoring the way you happily accepted any sort of touch from him, wether it be him kissing you, fingering you, or even when he left welts across your skin. He observed as light, red handprints began to form upon your legs, large, pink splotches littering your thighs.

Due to your drastic size difference, there were some precautions Daryl was gonna have to take to guarantee this was an extremely pleasurable experience for the both of you.

Finally, his fingers grasped harshly upon the skin of your thighs, his rugged hands feeling almost heavenly upon the soft flesh of your legs, causing you to savor every moment his hands were placed upon you. He was holding your outer thighs with force, gaining a tight grip upon your legs before finally hoisting you up. His forearms began to strain as he did so, back tensing as he let out a gruff grunt as he elevated you. Your back slid against the tree as you began to levitate, slightly scratching your spin but it wasn't painful enough for you to ever think about requesting for Daryl to stop. Once you were lifted so you were placed at eye level to the male, he caged your body between his own and the shrub placed behind the two of you.

He had a knee placed below you in an attempt to relieve some tensity from his two arms that were still placed upon your legs; you were basically sitting politely upon his thigh, feet dangling off the ground as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, a strive towards keeping yourself steady and balanced. Your torsos crashed together, your breasted pushed promptly against his chest, the warmth of his stomach radiating upon your own as you cuddled further into his grasp. Your faces were mere inches away, your eyes glued to one another and the tips of your noses brushing together as you felt the weight of his cock press against the inside of your soft thigh.

The close proximity shared between the two of you caused fireworks to explode within your mind, butterflies appearing inside your stomach as your mind went hazy. You took a deep inhale of his rustic scent, a smell that formed some sort of smog, fogging up your vision as your eyelids became heavy, his aroma practically erased all of your senses as you instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist, yearning to close the small amount of space between the two of you.

Your crotches suddenly collided together, Daryl's dick slipping between your clothed folds, causing you to grind into his warm shaft.

"God." Daryl groaned out before letting his head fall upon your shoulder.

The two of you continued upon your endeavor, your pussy coating Daryl in a thick layer of wetness as he began to lazily rut himself against you; his mind was also reeling as well, all of his previous thoughts dissipating into seemingly nothingness before being replaced by the deep desire to cum inside your aching crotch. Your bodies began to move in sync, hips thrusting against one another as you rolled your waist against his own. Daryl's hands glided up to the part of your legs where you thighs met your ass, fingers sliding into the deep, warm crevice before giving the skin placed there a harsh squeeze. You let out a surprised gasp as he did so, your body melting into his own as he let out a few grunts into the crook of your neck.

"Daryl, p-please." You whined, unable to participate in the desperate foreplay much longer.

A groan emerged from the depths of his throat in response to your pleading, loving the sound of your melodious voice slightly begging for him. The idea that you were so desperate for his dick, cock hungry as you grinded into his shaft, made his member twitch, nearly coming prematurely.

His movements suddenly stilled due to both your vague request and the way he had seemed to instantaneously become dangerously close to his finish. You let out a frustrated whine, quickly missing the way his body rutted against your own and the feeling of his exhausted breaths being released upon your shoulder, but the idea of the depraved actions, and any other sort of touch that he would be sure to leisurely grant you, that were soon to ensue only caused you to quickly snap your jaw shut.

He slowly lifted his head, the look he was supporting was absolutely adorable upon him: His ocean blue eyes were heavy, lashes fluttering slowly as he blinked, his skin was a warm, a crimson red, and his hair was a total mess, sticking up in all different directions.

He freed one of his hands, sliding his fingers out from underneath your ass before his palms made their way to your crotch. He made sure to let his hands wander for a moment, feeling the barren expanse of your legs as his fist practically engulfed your thigh, his fingers covering the entire top of your leg.

Once his fingers met your soaking pussy, he placed his hand upon your underwear, giving your core one more grind of his palm before his fingers inched their way across your crotch, searching for the edge of your underwear. He felt the fabric underneath his skin, rubbing the cloth between his digits before successfully pulling the garment to the side.

It was becoming increasingly evident that he did not intend to take his sweet old time with you, considering the blatant facts that the two of you were still half dressed, neither of you had taken the time to lay down upon the ground, instead he just pressed your body against the structure behind you, too exhilarated to even think of finding some sort of shelter, and now he wasn't even planning on removing your underwear, just swiftly moving it aside, enough to let his cock have access to your aching crotch. And normally, if this had been any other male, it would be a major turn off, a guy too self indulged to take a moment to account for your needs. But with Daryl it seemed to have the exact opposite effect:

Daryl was too enliven to simply remove a small article of clothing, cock painfully hard as he prepared for you to take his dick; he was going to extract what he wanted from you, he was going to make you bounce upon his dick until you were panting his name as he came all across your walls. He was gonna use you to get off, to pleasure himself. The entire idea had your clit throbbing, entrance clenching around nothing as your crotch dripped, practically begging for him to just fuck you senseless already.

Daryl brought his fingers to your moist folds, without your clothing as the means of some sort of protection, for the first time; he held back a joyful sigh as he collected a large amount of your wetness for some form of lubricant, fingers teasing around your sensitive clit and dipping about half an inch inside of you before smuggling removing his hand.

The male twitched between his legs, the feeling of your pussy finally being revealed to the pads of his finger tips was celestial; he loved the way you involuntarily rutted yourself against his hands, adoring the way you needfully clenched around his fingers, and how wet you were for him drove him crazy. In that moment, all he wanted to was to slide his thick fingers deep inside of you before fucking you with his digits until you couldn't walk properly.

"All this for me?" He spoke, his voice both raspy and extremely sexy.

Even during the brief moments his hands were inside you, you practically melted right then and there upon his lap. His fingertips satirizing your clit caused a wave a pleasure to wash over you, your back arching against his body, levitating upon the tree as you desired more, yearning for him to make you crumble beneath his dominating touch. Up until that moment, you were unaware that such a small amount of affection could cause your body to have such a large reaction.

"Mhmm." You purred in response.

It was an undeniable fact that you were in fact this soaked for the archer standing in front of you.

You watched achingly as he brought his hand down to his crotch. Jealous as he rewarded himself with multiple swift pumps upon his cock, dragging his hand up and down his shaft, even rolling his palm against his throbbing tip, to ensure that he had completely laced himself in your wetness. His hips began to slightly buck into his grasp as he too was very sensitive and extremely sex deprived, silently begging for any sort of release.

Watching Daryl Dixon jerk off, his head throw back, his mouth left agape, and his hand gliding with experience upon his cock was a sight you had only dreamed of.

Finally, he gripped the base of his member, steadying himself as he lined his cock up with your core, hair dangling in his face as he did so. The sensation of his large and blunt head pocking and prodding at your dripping entrance was enough to make you want to roll your hips down onto him, to take him prematurely, due to the mixture of both your unbearable amount of desire for the male and the feeling of his warm rod rubbing against your pussy.

You let out a strangled moan as he began to push into you, almost without warning. The thick girth of his head was enough to make you squirm beneath him, eyes squeezing shut as he slid further; you could feel every vein, ridge, and mole placed upon his dick as he entered you, your body detecting the small heartbeat that pounded throughout his member, and most of all, you could feel him stretching you out. He was expanding your pussy like you had never felt before, a sensation that made a sharp pain jolt through your lower body, causing you to feel as though you were an unexperienced virgin who had never felt the sensation of a man filling you with his cock.

His length was causing a severe agony to be inflicted upon your body; you bit your lip, holding back a slight squeal in fear of appearing as though you couldn't handle his dick, but you were becoming increasingly unsure how much more of him you could induce without fainting, pondering upon the fact that you may not live through this amount of penetration. Your insides were begging for mercy as he entered you, warning your brain of the large intrusion by throbbing intensely, your pussy urticating between your legs.

But, Daryl was receiving almost the exact opposite sensation: your soft, warm, and wet walls were luring him in, an invitation he couldn't seem deny as he began to lose control of himself. His animalistic instincts kicking in, the demon upon his shoulder beckoning him to fully enter you with one singular, and swift, thrust of his hips. It was taking every ounce of self control left within him to fight off the voices within his head as your walls throbbed around him, tightening and clenching around his shaft as he slowly plunged into you, knowing the sheer pain he was able to inflict with such a large package.

"Daryl!" You suddenly yelped out.

You thought you would be able to manage until he was successfully buried deep inside of you, pulsing and twitching against your wet insides. You expected to be able to control the pain until it was an appropriate time to express your need for a break, but you were proven wrong, his member was just way too much to receive all at once.

Your entrance was burning, twinging due to the massive stretch you had recently endured as tears brimmed your eye lids, threatening to spill down your face if he were to continue with his exertion.

"A-are you almost i-in?" You spoke once he finally stilled "I think you're gonna kill me."

Although the end of your sentence was a sad attempt at an awkward joke, even punctuated with a tense and breathy chuckle, the redneck took your words literally. The male peaked his head down towards the junction at which your bodies had become connected, studying the remote area before glancing back up towards you, a blank look upon his face as he muttered the words:

"Bout half way."

You let out a hopeless and frightened whimper in response to his words, gritting your teeth as the water began to fall, your eye lids collapsing like an overflown dam. The salty tears split against your eyelashes before spilling down your cheeks, the cool water beading across your hot skin as it finally ended upon your chin, dripping from your jawline before landing upon the males exposed arms.

The way you were struggling to undergo the effects of his dick shouldn't have turned Daryl on as much as it had; he loved the way he stretched you out, large enough to practically tear you in half as a look of pure amazement appeared across your face, the breath being knocked from your lungs as you stared up at him. His cock began to uncontrollably throb as you started to quietly sob, thighs shaking around him due to the pressure between your legs. Another action that shouldn't have effected Daryl the way it had, seeing you cry due to his size only played into his fantasies even more.

You now had your eyes closed, pinching them shut due to a mix of embarrassment and the extreme pain still continuing to course through your body, webbing down your legs. Your tears warmed your face as you did your best to pull yourself together, trying not to spoil the moment by inhaling long, deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself, before you felt a large, wet blot appear upon your cheeks.

The unexpected connection caused you to jump, Daryl's hot and familiar breath pooled across your face as the unknown object began to move across your skin, following the trails your sobs had left upon your flesh.

He was licking away your tears, actually lapping up the salty tracks left brewing upon your face.

His patchy facial hair tickled your skin as he pulled his mouth up your face; his lips were wet, tongue leaving behind more moisture upon your cheeks than your own tears had. His mouth licked at your jawline, carefully collecting every droplet of water before happily swallowing, an action that momentarily made you forget about the numbness growing between your legs.

He was seriously diving down and lapping up your tears.

Once your face was entirely stripped clean of your tears, Daryl's kitten licks leaving a small grin drawn across face while also causing your abdomen to relax, your body perched attentively upon the inches he had inserted into you. The pain much less prominent as you had grown acquainted with his size, your legs slightly shook due to the pressure placed between your thighs but that was about it.

Daryl had studied your face for a few seconds, scanning your features for any sign of malaise or tenderness, but once he come to the conclusion that you were more than ready to receive him once again, due to the twinkle in your eyes in the way your hands gripped at the back of his head, he began to slide into you once more.

He was much hastier with his movements this time around, understanding that taking it slow and steady would most likely cause your body to writhe with discomfort once more, repeating the entire process over again, so he just bottomed out inside of you almost instantaneously.

You let out a surprised shriek due to the hunters actions, a shock of agony shooting through your body momentarily, although it was much more bearable than before. You felt completely filled up once he had finally steadied himself; his thick member pulsing between your tight walls and his blunt tip pushing against the far barriers of your insides caused you to feel overfilled by him, like at any second he would cause you to burst open as his dick was making you feel a sensation you had never received before.

Daryl paused for a couple minutes, reading the expressions upon your face as you received so many contradicting emotions at once:

At first, your features exclaimed a mixed look of revelation and disbelief; your eyes were wide, still red and glossy due to the tears that had previously filled them, your jaw had also fell slack, mouth left agape as your breath became caught within your throat. You were left in complete and utter shock as the male practically forced himself inside you, your pussy doing its best to alter its placement so you could adequately accept his throbbing cock.

As your crotch contorted and warped itself under the imprint of the hunters dick, your face began to morph as well: your eyes squinted together and you grit your teeth as you helplessly clenched around him. You were mewling beneath him, hands falling to his chest before you gripped at his shirt, an attempt to find any sort of support, trying to pull your body back down to Earth as his cock had caused your vision to be filled with stars.

Daryl was twitching relentlessly due to the position you sat upon his shaft, the way you were struggling and slightly floundering upon his member but still pushed through the slight pain and endured him caused his breath to fall short; his inhale becoming caught within the depths of his throat as he practically overflowed with the passionate feeling of arousal, a smirk falling across his lips.

Your crotch practically engulfed him, walls dripping around his length as you mindlessly clenched and unclenched upon him. Daryl had never felt something more perfect in his life, the way your velvet insides caressed him only made him desire more, he wanted to push into you until there was no indication of his cock left. Your warmth pooled around him, beckoning him further as he was surrounded entirely by your perfect pussy, a feeling that almost made him cum on the spot.

He waited until you had calmed upon his dick once more, until you stopped stirring upon him and instead began to lightly wriggle around him, signaling you were finally ready to be relentlessly fucked by the male, thats when he started moving.

With the first few thrusts you received from the archer, you slightly wiggled and squirmed upon his cock, not used to such a large intrusion pounding away at your walls. You let out a strangled whine as he bucked into you at a medium pace, his worn shirt still laced between your fingers as your eyes grew wide, a reaction to the pain, mixed with a slight, growing pleasure, you were receiving from his trembling hips. A view that sent Daryl spiraling; he loved watching as you struggled upon his cock, adoring the way you happily took all of him even through white knuckles and grit teeth. He continued to stretch you out, unlike anyone else ever had. Every clash of your hip bones seemed to knock the breath from your lungs as you stared up at the male.

Daryl had somehow resisted the over powering urge to toss his head backwards, instead forcing himself to keep his eyes laid upon you, to observe you as he rearranged your insides; his hair was dangling in front of his dark eyes, irises that had been reduced to small, black slits as he gazed down at you as though you were his prey and he was the predator. His bottom lip had been drawn tightly between the top row of his teeth as he grunted out from above you, a light red hue was glowing across his skin, blotching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, even cascading down the flesh of his neck.

"Ya take my cock so good." He uttered, his voice gruff and raspy, a deep tone that shot straight down to your pussy.

You moaned in response as your cunt clenched desperately around his length, a small jolt of pleasure coursing through your abdomen as a result to his extremely sexy words. You had let out a vulgar and practically pornographic groan in regards to his sentence, a moan that entered Daryl's ears and echoed within his brain before it reverberated through his body before settling upon his impossibly hard dick. That was a noise he would never forget, a sound that would become etched into his brain so he could listen to it like a broken record during his lonely nights, starved of your touch.

"No ones ever takin my cock as good as ya." He exclaimed gruffly as he began to quickly roll his hips into you.

The new angle he had achieved caused waves of pleasure to crash down upon you, his hips flowing like the tides of the ocean, his torso tilted upwards, brushing against the perfect spot placed deep within you, and his hands settled upon your hips, helping you bounce slightly upon his dick. Sudden, the pain you were receiving before practically disappeared, diminishing within your insides as you rotated your hips in rhythm with his own, your mind growing much too busy focusing upon the overwhelming satisfaction to notice the slight stinging still left frolicking within you.

The two of you began moaning, your voices joining like a melodious symphony as he continued to roll his hips into your own, his thick cock basically caressing your insides as you let your head fall into the crock of his neck. You released all of your whimpers and whines into his shoulder, his sweat glazed skin muffling your beautiful noises as Daryl struggled to keep his own voice at bay.

The way you were placed beneath him drove Daryl mad, your thin figure curled up against his own, much larger one, your head placed upon his neck, giving him access to hear all of the candied noises that tumbled from your lips, granting him the ability to memorize every sound that came from your mouth. Your voice was like hunny to his ears, sweet and smooth as it entered his head, his hips stuttering with every whimper that bellowed from you, and every time you cried out into his flesh, he responded with one of his own, gravely groans as you clung helplessly to his frame.

It was becoming much more noticeable that neither of you were going to last much longer as he continued grinding his waist against your own, going delirious due to the way you had became trapped between himself and the tree. Your body was intoxicating to the male, borderline addictive as he imagined himself worshiping you like a Goddess everyday, for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, the male pulled back, sliding out of you until only his tip remained within the chambers of your pussy. He maneuvered himself into a new position, adjusting his body so he was aimed slightly more to the left before he bagan to animalistically fuck into you; his movements were rough, erratic, and fast as he started pounding into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure from the depths of your vocal cords as he repeatedly grunted, thrusting your frame into the tree supporting you. You don't even have the ability to focus upon the bark currently mangling your back, both your mind and body too distracted with the way the hunter ravished you as though you were the first women he had ever graced.

"Yeah?" He said, his voice soft and comforting within the confines of your ears "Ya like tha?"

With a simple lift of your head, all you could do was weakly nod; your head bouncing with each thrust of his hips you received as you let out a frail "Yeah."

Suddenly, his movements grew much slower, his hips still thrusting within in you but at a much steadier pace compared to before, his grinds short and extremely drawn out.

Disappointment washed over you as the most heavenly experience was practically ripped from your body, your core yearning to be filled by his brutal attacks once more. You let out a whine, a long, protracted mewl in protest, begging for his experienced dick once more by rotating your hips down and around him.

Daryl was fast to react to your sounds, quickly shushing your cries by snaking his hand up your body, fingers dancing up your waist, across your hard breasts, over your warm neck, and tickling your jawline before he placed a firm hand upon your mouth. As his hands gripped at your face, fingers curling into your cheek bones, your eyes roll back into your head.

Your mind was screaming at his actions, your previous moan cut short as you felt his sweaty palm against your lips, forcefully hushing your disheartened groans. Your eyelids lulled momentarily before your irises fell back to Earth, landing upon the concern laced look etched upon the males face:

His eyes were focused, wide as he looked to his side, neck straining as he examined the area surrounding the two of you. His head craned, attempting to peer behind him before his thrusts began once more, returning to their previous state as his vision gravitated back towards you. His movements were quickly restored to their former condition, rough and feral as he pleasured himself deep within you.

"Can ya be quiet for me, sweetheart? Jus for one moment. I think I heard somethin."

You nodded profusely, quick to cut off a muffled moan from beneath his fingers, springing at the opportunity to obey his hasty orders. Although his words were a bit unsettling, insinuating that there was the possibility that some sort of threat was in your vicinity, he still continued with his abuse upon your pussy, slamming into you with so much force, you were surprised the tree hasn't collapsed beneath you thus far.

You occasionally let out stifled yelps, biting back various moans at his sudden actions, your insides growing numb due to do the overwhelming amount of pleasure as you began to creep up upon your inevitable high.

Daryl, still studying the environment surrounding the two of you, was extremely unaware of your climax that was creeping up on you at an increasingly fast rate. His thrusts continued upon the edge of torturous, hips unfaltering as he pounded into you, still scrutinizing the woodland area the two of you were engulfed within.

Your abdomen was clenching, a large amount of pressure began to grow deep within your stomach, like at any moment, with one finally snap of his hips, you would break, your pussy would convulse around him as you clenched upon his cock. The tension deep within your torso was tight, threatening to burst at any moment as your eyes frantically darted towards his arms, an attempt at fending off your finish for just a moment longer, never even dreaming for this moment to come to an end.

You could feel a screamed moan daring to bubble from within your throat as you teetered upon the edge of your orgasm, his pulsating limbs did not appear to be a good distraction; his muscles were reverberating, throbbing under the strain of cradling you as he violently fucked you. His skin was glistening with sweat, the thin glaze of perspiration gleaming under the starlight as his upper arms appeared to be extremely tense, his forearms stiff as his shoulders rolled beneath his hypnotizing movements.

You relentlessly clenching around him was what drew Daryl from his trance, his head rotating slowly as his vision finally traveled back to you. When your eyes met, he could tell, almost immediately, that you were on the trail of crashing down upon your high; the way your eyes were threatening to roll back into the depths of your eye sockets, the way your hips swayed in motion with his own, and how your entrance endlessly clenched around him. It was a view that would be engraved within the depths of his memory.

"Ya gonna cum for me?" He asked, his words ringing throughout your head, echoing within your ear canals.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan against his palm in response.

"Gonna cum round my cock?"

Once again, you punctuated his words with a rewarding whimper.

The male remained mute momentarily, adoring the way you whined from beneath his palm as you practically begged him to let you cum. He loved watching you writhe underneath his dictatorship, fighting off your own orgasm as you patiently awaited his next order. Once he was satisfied with the duration he had made you suffer, he finally spoke:

"Then do it for me, girl."

With that, he removed his hand from your face, smirking as he prepared himself to receive every howl of gratitude that was emitted from your mouth.

As soon as he removed his fingers from your lips, you came; walls ruthlessly clenching around the male as your insides convulsed in pleasure, practically screaming as his hips continued their violent beating upon your pussy, caressing you through your orgasm. Your climax washed over you stronger than ever before, your cunt practically vibrating with joy as you came, walls dripping around the archer.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth left agape in pure ecstasy as you came. Your eyebrows were raised and your lips quivered as a small smile spread across your mouth, a view that caused Daryl's eyes to glue themselves to your features, reading your face as you relished within the shackles of your orgasm.

"O-Oh God, Daryl, f-fuck." Was all you could manage, your words repeating themselves over and over as you reached your high.

Your sudden extreme clenching caused Daryl's finish to sneak up upon him much sooner than he had intended, his seed spilling into you unannounced. His dick twitch within you, white ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock pulsed with fulfillment, the tension within his gut snapping harshly. Due to his unexpected finish, the male let out an animalistic groan as you reached the crest of your high, a sound which only spurred you on further.

Daryl had his bottom lip pulled taunt between his teeth, eyelids heavy as he stared down upon you, too scared to shut them for even a moment, as if he were going to miss some sort of once in a life time experience. His hair was splayed against his forehead, sweat laced and soaked as a reaction to the rigorous work out he had just endured.

Your hands gripped at his own arms, hips bounding upon his stilled cock, your pelvic bones clashing together with ever bounce of your waist. You rode the man like this was your last day on Earth, legs trembling as your pussy wept with satisfaction, the feeling of your orgasm resigned deep within you.

Daryl moaned at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, borderline overstimulation as he grasped at what ever he could reach: Your thighs, ass, torso, arms, any sliver of skin that was visible to the naked eye. His legs twitched uncontrollably as his member pulsed with contentment, his shaft vibrating with the reminence of his climax.

As the two of you stilled, no longer desperately grinding against one another or rolling your hips upon his abdomen, your erratic movements dissipating into thin air as you became satisfied with your orgasms, Daryl slowly pulled out of you. He glided out from your insides with a groan, his spent cock twitching with satiate as he removed his member from within you, your sensitive walls involuntarily clenching around him.

You considered yourself fortunate for surviving his dick.

Daryl slowly placed you upon the ground, being gentle with his movements as he knew exactly what effect his member was gonna have upon you in the days, or even minutes, that followed. He would consider you lucky if you could properly walk without some sort of limp or wobble for the next couple of days.

Your entrance grew sore as he slowly set you down, elastic walls weak and stinging as you placed your feet upon the dirty ground below you. You observed the dying fire from behind the male that was now fixing his disheveled pants: the previously glowing embers were now reduced to glimmering coals and warm ashes.

The sound of Daryl's zipper echoed throughout the dark woods as you situated your drenched underwear, your fingers skimming across your soaked cunt as you placed the article of clothing into its normal position. When you glanced up to retrieve your jeans, the hunter already had them within his tight grip, his finger curling around the fabric as he pranced towards you.

"Lets get ya fixed up, sweetheart." He said as he reached for you, hands traveling across your exposed upper arms.

The rugged male wrapped a hand around your shoulders, grasping your upper arm, blunt nails digging into your soaked skin as his other arm found its way around the back of your knees. He retrieved you from your place upon the floor, strained arms lifting you with ease as he promptly began carrying you, bridle style.

Daryl adored the way your small frame fit within the cradle of his arms, chest promptly pushed up against his own as you snuggled into his grasp. The way your body appeared to be so tiny and fragile compared to his own almost caused him to grow erect once more.

As a reaction to his surprising efforts, you flung your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers upon his nape as you giggled at his robust actions before you finally placed a sloppy, yet firm, kiss upon his accentuated jawline.

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Warnings : virgin reader!, Smut, and two people being in love

Author note: This was made with a FTM reader in mind but GN! reader is also great too! This is my first time ever writing smut cause im just getting comfortable with doing it. So go easy on my loves. (not proof read yet)

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Daryl Dixon was a man of very few words. He wasn't very vocal about things unless he was pissed then its the most you would ever hear that man speak. It never bothered you because you talked enough for the both of you.

However despite the fact he didn't talk much. You knew exactly what he was thinking, and how he was thinking. He would become stiff and cross his arms when he's pissed. Make a little face when he was deep in thought. When he was happy he would have this smile that made your heart ache. Daryl was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

Not many people understood him, or took the time too. Daryl kept his circle of friends small and sometimes had a hard time with making them feel appreciated but he did it in small ways. He would watch Carl and hold Judith, Make sure that Carol was always safe whenever she came back from somewhere.

Then when it came to you he would always keep you close. He wouldn't be super touchy in front of everyone. Usually keeping that in private, however he would hold your hand when you two went hunting together. Or kiss the top of your head before having to separate from you for a bit. He loves a good hug too, whenever you would come back from a trip the two of you would automatically go to each other. No matter how bloody or dirty you were, it never seemed to bother him.

Daryl was a good boyfriend, a great one. In fact in the beginning of your relationship. You had told him you didn't want sex, it was just something you had never felt for someone before. He was so supportive and said that he himself didn't feel the need to do it alot. So he had never pressured you into anything. Always making sure you felt loved in other ways.

Its been almost a year into the relationship now. Your anniversary is coming up and you had been wanting to take the relationship to the next level. You had never felt this attracted or loved by someone in your entire life and for the first time in your life. You wanted to have sex with your boyfriend.

The easy thing was accepting the fact that you were ready, the hard part was getting Daryl into realizing that. Without coming right out and saying it. So you decided the week leading up to your anniversary you would tease him a bit and throw hints his way and if he didnt pick up on them. Then on your anniversary you would be bold and tell him.

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Throughout the week you had touched him more than you normally did. The two of you had been attending this group gathering and instead of just holding his hand your hand rested on his arm. Then when you had to leave him you grabbed ahold of his tie and pulled him into a kiss before slowly pulling away from him to go and talk to Maggie who needed your assistance. You left him there as he blushed and had to recollect his thoughts while Rick chuckled.

You even went as far as to make plans with him. He would teach you how to use a bow and arrow. So when he was behind you helping you with your stance, you moved your body right up against his. The only reaction you got from him was a sharp inhale of breath and his hand that was on your waist tightened. "keep your body still and focus on your target" he said as calmly as he could manage.

After about a week of this it was finally your anniversary. He had not caught on to what you wanted. Just thinking you were teasing him and joking around, never really taking you serious enough. Carol had even teased him about it and to which he just told her to shut up with a roll of his eyes.

He was always respectful of you, not wanting to do anything our of your comfort zone so he didn't try to pursue you in that way. However tonight you had a special gift for him.

When you woke up this morning Daryl had been gone. At first you thought he was downstairs but when you seen his boots by the door and crossbow were gone, you knew he was out hunting or on a quick run. So it gave you time to fully plan out exactly what you were going to do.

Walking back into your bedroom you go to your dresser and decide on an outfit to wear. Deciding to wear a button down dark green shirt that showed off your toned arms and black pants that would pair well with your shirt. Then when you finish getting ready you grab a box from under your bed and open it. Revealing a book you had found on one of your own solo trips, one that you were going to gift your boyfriend when you two have your date tonight.

You put the box away and spend most of your day cleaning up the house. Then making his favorite dinner and setting the table, leaving a few candles lit around the house.

By the time everything was ready you heard heavy steps in front of the door and your boyfriend walks in. You look over at him as you take a sip of your water. He turns and looks around seeing the house had been nicely decorated and a smile forms on his face before turning to look at you.

When he looks at you your eyes meet and you swear your legs turn to jello. "Happy one year Daryl" you say and he quickly takes off his boots and opens up his bag. He then pulls out bracelet and a stuffed animal that was an otter. "one year down. Many more to come" He says and you walk up to him taking the gifts in your hands and leaning up and kissing his lips. "Is this were you went? To find something for me?" Daryl nods "I couldn't come empty handed, Carol would have yelled at me" This causes the both of you to laugh.

"thank you" You look over to the table before going up to your room. "sit down and get comfortable. Ill give you your gift after" He does exactly that and waits for you to come down and sit in front of him before starting to eat. As the two of you eat there's a comfortable silence, you two never really talked while sharing a meal. Didn't bother you because you loved the time shared with him.

Once the meal was finished he takes a sip of his drink and looks over at you. "this was very good, thank you" He says as he gets up and begins to clean up everything. "I'm glad I have enough cooking skill to not burn the place down" you joke as you get up and walk over to him in the kitchen. When the two of you finish cleaning up everything you place your hand on his arm "come to the bedroom with me. You need to recieve your gifts"

He nods and walks after you until you get to the room. When you get over to the bed he stands and runs his hand through his hair pushing it back a bit our of nervousness. He wasn't exactly used to receiving gifts but if it came from you, he would make an exception. You grab the box from under your bed and place it on top of the bed. "Damn y/n what you got in there?" he jokes a little and you laugh "just a few things. You will see soon enough"

Daryl stands and when you reach for the book you turn to look at him. "shut your eyes" He looks at you with an -are you kidding- kinda look and when you nod his eyes close. Then you grab the book and walk up to him. You grab his hands and place it on the book and then watch as he opens his eyes.

When he notices its a book he is confused for a moment before flipping it around and reading the title. His hands start to shake a bit and looks up at you with a heartfelt smile. "where did you find this?" he asks as he runs his finger against the spine of the book. This causes you to look into his eyes again "That solo trip I took that ended up being almost two weeks long. I found it and remembered you saying your mom used to read it to you when you were young. You deserve something that reminds you of the good parts of your past"

Instead of a response he places the book on the bedside table. Then places one of his hands on your waist and pulls you into a kiss. Your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him against you. His rough chapped lips pressed up against your softer ones felt amazing. Your hands move to his hair and when he pulls away his forehead rests against yours. "thank you for the gift" there's a silence for a moment before he places his other hand on the side of your face and look down at you. "I love you"

Those three words made your heart race. Of course you both have said it before but its not as often as you would think. "i love you too" you say before kissing his cheek. Then when you pull back and look at him, your hand going to push his hair away from his face. "I have another gift for you. One that i'm nervous about but I hope you will like"

Daryl looks confused "Im sure I will like it, why are you nervous?" His voice is quiet as if he didnt want you to be startled. You take a deep breath and bring your hand to rest against his chest. "I want to make love to you" you say as you look up into his eyes. His reaction is delayed because it didn't register in his mind but when it does he places both hands on your waist. "you sure?" You nod and kiss his lips "just go slow and gentle with me. Its my first time and im a bit nervous"

His hand goes to the back of your head and kisses your lips and then they travel to your jaw. "I wouldn't hurt ya" he says and you bring your hands to the bottom of his shirt and begin to lift his shirt up off him. His arms lifting up and then tossing his shirt to the side somewhere in the room. Then his hands begin to unbutton your shirt slowly before tossing your shirt somewhere. He begins to kiss your neck before pushing you back to the bed. Your knees hit the bed and you sit in front of him.

He looks down at you for a moment before grabbing your jaw and tilting your face up to kiss you. When he pulls away he gets on his knees in front of you. "lay back gotta get these pants off ya" a blush forms on your face but you nod. Your back lays on the soft mattress and he begins to unbutton your pants and you lift your hips so he can slide them off. Once you were fully exposed in front of him he grabs your legs and spreads them. "are you sure you want to do this?" you ask him in a quiet voice and he looks at you. "course I do. Why wouldnt I?"

It takes a moment for you to respond "well I know some guys prefer not to do it. You know..I just didn't want you to feel like you needed to do it" He squeezes your thighs and shakes his head. "you are beautiful. I want to do this for you, let me take care of ya alright?" You nod and he holds your legs apart as he presses his lips to your inner thighs.

Its like he's teasing you because he's pressing his lips everywhere. Except where you need him, your breath is already heavier from the growing feeling of want for him. "Daryl...please" you whimper out and he brings his lips around your clit and suck for a moment before licking up between your lips. Your body squirms a bit before he begins to please you with his tongue.

Moans escape from you as your head tilts back against the mattress and your hands go to the back of his head and pull his hair gently. This earns you a grunt from him as his eyes shut. "fuck Daryl" you moan out. When he pulls his mouth away a whine escapes you and you blush from how needy you sound. But its soon replaced by one of his fingers pushing into you. It slides in pretty comfortably from how wet you are and a moan escapes you. He lets you get used to the feeling of his thick finger inside of you before adding another and brings his mouth back to your clit.

Your back arches from the bed at the feeling. Your hands grip onto the sheets under you. This feeling was nothing you had ever felt before, of course you had touched yourself before but it had never felt like this. He picks up the pace once you begin to move your body and when you feel a tightness in your body your eyes squeeze shut. "fuck im going to cum" he groans against your clit and it sends a vibration through you and that's all it took for you to come undone.

When you cum he licks up everything that he can and even brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your juices from his fingers and as you watch him do this. It turns you on even more and you lean up and pull him on top of you into a kiss. A grunt if heard from him as he kisses you.

It doesn't take long before his pants are off him and hes naked on top of you. The size of him catches you off guard, of course you knew the man wasn't going to be small but its thick and you honestly wonder if its going to fit. He catches you staring and he grabs your hand and kisses it "If you want this. I promise to go slow, just tell me if you need me to stop at any time and ill stop"

He was always wanting to take care of you and you lean up to kiss him. "i will, all I know right now is I need you" a blush forms on his face as he nods and brings his hands to your legs and spreads them apart. When he lines his dick up to you his eyes meet yours "breathe and relax for me hun" You nod and take a few breaths and when he begins to move into you its a slow movement but you feel the way you stretch around him. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a moan. Daryl's hands roam up and down your legs. "its okay, ive got ya, i'm right ere"

When your body gets used to the feeling of him you reach up to pull him into another kiss. Your legs wrapping around his waist "move please." At your words he pulls out and then thrusts into you, moans now leaving both of you. "fuck you're so tight" he says as he thrusts into you. Your back arching from the bed as Daryl kisses your chest, his lips sucking and teeth biting you gently. "fuck Daryl you feel so good. Please don't stop" Your body begins to move in time to his thrusts which makes the both of you go at a faster pace.

The room is filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, your loud moans. You were glad that you had a house further away from anyone's or you were sure the two of you would have been heard. His hands stayed on your hips and thighs unless he brought his thumb to circle your clit. and when he did that your eyes squeezed shut at the added pleasure. "Daryl..fuck....not gonna last much longer" He doesn't stop his movements and instead goes faster.

It doesn't take much longer than that before you cum. Your cum coats his dick and when you tilt your head back he thrusts only a few more times before he pulls out and he cums all over your stomach. He then lays beside you his body collapsing onto the bed as he catches his breath.

You reach for his hand and squeeze it as your eyes close. You only open them when you feel him get up from the bed. "where you going?" you thought he was leaving but he wasn't. "i'm going to take care of you." he goes to the bathroom and gets a washcloth wet before coming back over to you and cleaning you up. He is so gentle with you the whole time and when he is finished he lays beside you and you pull him against you. His head rests on your chest, your fingers running through his hair.

A soft laugh escapes you and he squeezes your hip. "what's so funny?" he asks as you continue to touch him. "Just thinking about how vocal and loud you were. Its probably the loudest i've ever heard you" A blush forms on his face and he rolls his eyes. "yeah yeah, enjoy it cause yer the only one that gets to hear me like that"

This causes you to kiss the top of his head. "mhm I like the sound of that. I love you and thank you for doing this with me" He hovers on top of you and kisses your lips. "thank you for trusting me enough to be the one that got to do this with you. I love you too"

That night the both of you fell asleep on top of one another. Only waking up when Carol started banging on the door. Telling you to get up for patrol with her. She ended up seeing the marks on your neck and when she made a comment Daryl stayed quiet with a small blush. it caused you to laugh.

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Go to Sleep

Synopsis: Daryl and the reader explore a new way of trying to help you get to sleep.

Details: Smut, 18+, soft-dom!Daryl, afab!reader, tiny bit of mean Daryl but not really, tiny bit of somnophilia but in the end it isn’t really either, Daryl reveals a little of his praise kink, thigh riding, oral (reader receiving), brief descriptions of anxiety, but ends sweetly. wc: 2.8k.

You hate the feeling of having your eyes closed but being so, desperately awake. It feels like a frustrating loop of constantly thinking about the thing you should be doing, the peace you should be feeling, but you simply, just, can’t.

It’s not like when you’re sitting out in the woods, the sun so nice and bright as you rest upon a tree, or when you’re on a ride with Daryl and you close your eyes, resting on his shoulder as the wind hits your face. It doesn’t feel warm and safe; it feels like a dark, void space, and you’re running endlessly to nowhere.

This is how it was, you had been having terrible sleep for weeks now. You felt it in your throat and in your chest whenever— and it was every time— that you woke up with your heart pounding in the middle of the night. You felt your heart beating without even touching your body, and it made you want to throw up.

This is why Daryl had slept with you for the past two weeks, hoping to ease your thoughts.

What you and Daryl had remained undefined at this point. He was loyal and cared for you deeply, but he was also independent and enjoyed doing things at his own pace— initiating wasn’t his strong suit.

This is also why, just the other night nearing twelve am, you had to beg Daryl to take you around the Alexandria houses for a fourth time on his bike before allowing him to leave you on your doorstep. This is where you admitted what was going on, “Please,” you asked sadly, “When I’m alone… I just- I just start thinking too much. I can’t sleep.”

So of course, he took you around again. He didn’t even say anything, just grabbed one of your hands tighter around him, starting to ride slowly. Firstly because he wasn’t trying to wake anyone up, and secondly because he was trying to make it last longer for you. He went around five more times.

Every time you saw your home approaching again your eyes dropped knowing what was coming until he just kept going. But after the fifth time, just when you hoped maybe this was a dream where you could just go around in peaceful circles all night with Daryl, he stopped. He had to sleep too.

He stood between his bike then, waiting for you to get your door, but you moved at a deafeningly slow pace. You hated the darkness that was beginning to weigh behind your eyes. You hated the night now and you hated it even more when you weren’t with him. So, as you hit the top step, you turned back around, running up to him.

Your eyes were meek when you paused before making your final request, “Daryl… please, will you stay with me?”

And that did it: as if you already hadn’t made him go around the neighborhood almost 10 times, those were the words that hit him at the bottom of his heart the most. Neither of you were ever as forward as you were being that night and he couldn’t say no. You told him that you needed him.

The first night was a success, in fact. You happened to fall asleep quite quickly as his strong arms held you down, grounding you in safety. Though as the days trailed on, it seemed that wasn’t exactly enough anymore. Your intrusive thoughts always found a way of sneaking in through Daryl’s stronghold.

Tonight was a night like that. Your eyes were closed, but your mind was very much awake.

You had initially gone to sleep on your side— you both were. Daryl’s face was almost touching yours.

He wasn’t much of a talker all the time, but the typical method that had been working other than laying on his chest was asking him about his day, what things he might have gathered from any trips outside, or seeing if, and it was only on rare occasions, he would tell you a story from his past.

There weren’t many fond memories, but he would always find something: maybe about one of his first hunting trips, or some hijinks he and his brother got into before he ditched when Daryl was a kid… but he didn’t like casually talking about his brother. He’d keep those short for now. You waited patiently for them to get longer. Either way, the stories always helped you get to that initial sleep, so he’d make sure to find one to tell if it made you feel better.

But now you were still awake and Daryl was seemingly asleep. You knew he could probably tell you were turning and shifting at some points, but you didn’t want to truly wake him up yet. It felt greedy after he was being so giving. And it was so rare to see him so peaceful. His eyes were usually elusive and stern. You might have started to know him more than others, but still, it wasn’t all the time that you could tell what was in his head. He was always guarded, especially between the mouth and eyes, but when he was asleep, his face relaxed.

Though the insomnia was killing you, it was nice to see him like this— he was just so handsome. His hair, his lips, his arms— you were obsessed with every shirt he ruined by cutting the sleeve— his abdomen, you almost grazed his lower stomach with your finger tips, thinking about if and how much you would love his-

Then a thought came up.

Probably worse than waking him up even though that would do it regardless, but you moved mindlessly before really thinking about it.

Your legs slid forward, slotting Daryl’s top leg that perched forward, knee almost touching your leg, in the middle of your own two.

Your legs move up a bit and you brush yourself against his thigh once, the movement is so small, then twice, the slight friction feels good, your eyes finally close again, but then you stop. What were you doing? Your head turns face first into the bed and stays there for a moment, quietly letting out your frustration into the sheet.

“You gonna move or what?” It comes out as a grumble and it makes you jut.

You’ve been caught.

“You ain’t slick,” his eyes are still closed, “but go on.” He takes his top leg out from between you and places it better, from the awkwardness ‘trying’ to not wake him up angle you had it at before.

You hold his top shoulder and he holds you right by the waist and you begin to rock. Daryl starts to flex his quad up into you as you grind down onto him. Your wetness finally seeping up so that your lips open a little as they push and rock against him. You can now feel your clit getting more attention from the hard pressure his thigh causes against you.

Daryl opens his eyes for a moment, yours are closed. Face twisted and eyes scrunched as you let out short breaths. You were invested in getting yourself off, you grinded down faster, his hands on your hips now were loose allowing you to go as hard as you pleased, for a minute, then another, and then another until he stopped you.

He pushed his hands and fingertips hard into your hips, deciding he wanted to control the pace. He pushed you into him slow and deep and despite it feeling good, you wanted to go fast, to stop thinking. It made you whine, complainingly as you came down from the high you felt you could have reached. “But Daryl-”

“Shut up.” It sounded like a quiet bark.

You were getting him riled up, yes, but it was also a full moon tonight and Daryl would rather be sleeping on the hard rock ground under the stars than in a bed, only being able to stare at the sky from a window. Even though he knew you had been feeling anxious about something for a while, and he wanted to make you feel okay, he can’t lie, your sleep not improving was starting to get on his nerves a bit. And especially so tonight when your restlessness kept him up the whole time, despite you not knowing.

He allowed you to keep riding him at his pace for a moment until he got a new idea: he pushed your leg off and you gave an exasperated sighed, frustrated at the feeling of nothingness. “Shh,” was all he whispered, it came out sharp.

“Daryl, let’s just-”

“Stop.” He took you by the face when he said it, squeezing your jaw roughly. “Don’t talk.”

He lays you on your back and takes off your pants you were sleeping with, they’re ruined, and you weren’t wearing any underwear after your shower. The blanket is pushed to his side of the bed now as he goes downward, spreading your legs, not too wide but just enough for him to get in between. Holding your thighs, his thumbs kneading the skin on the inner side. He licks the outside of your hole, almost slurping in your wetness as he does it just so he could move it up your pussy toward your clit and sucks in again. He lays his tongue flat and presses back down again, repeating the motion, making you even more wet, everywhere.

Your upper back moved forward, your elbows and forearms propped up so you could watch. This felt better than before, even with his slower movements, he felt so good there so instantly that you couldn’t help yourself but staying up to look, but after he sees you he stops.

Silently, Daryl pushes your shoulders back into the bed, you can’t tell if he was only accidentally being rough. He pushes your pillow up only slightly against the headboard, just enough so your head wasn’t completely propped up, but just so if you wanted to move your head to the side you could still look if you wanted to when you realized you could. “Stay,” then begrudgedy he adds, “and close your eyes.”

Daryl went down again, making his pace slower than before: His lips and tongue sucked in your clit again, it coming into his mouth as much as the little thing could and he repeats it again until he had peppered you there with slobbery kisses and then he moved to one side of your labia, his lips slotting themselves above and under that one side as his tongue goes out and in, kissing you deeply. The man was literally making out with your pussy.

Just as he would with your mouth, his head turned and leaned into it, pushing his tongue in and pressing against you, his lips in between one of your own down there as he did so. He went in the middle of you again, his nose rubbing against your clit a few times as his tongue went lower, sucking in more of your wetness again. His nose brushing against you made you shudder.

Your eyes were still closed, but they scrunched even harder now and your head started shaking side to side. You have never felt him down there being so intentional, deliberate, and intense. Something so surprisingly romantic, but still so fucking dirty and sexy. He has pushed your wetness everywhere. You felt like a dripping mess and more than half of his face was all coated in it and it just felt so good.

He moved to the other side of your pussy now, giving it the same attention as he did the first. Making out with you down there as if he could do it forever. So slow, but it felt so warm and deep.

You felt him suck you in and swallow some of your wetness. He hummed into you as he did it, a raspy “mmmm” melted into you and it made you moan, the sound coming from you instantaneously because of the vibration you felt down there from his voice. You covered your mouth, your house was quiet and you didn’t want to wake anyone up but the more he continued, the harder it was becoming.

Now, his lip suctioned your pussy lip in between his and he slid down, tongue trailing the inner side until he was able to slot his tongue inside your hole, staying there and still kissing you. Moving his tongue in and out now, still slowly, feeling every bit as he moved.

Your quiet pants were continuous, but you were trying hard to hold in your noises. Not wanting to wake up anybody else you lived with, but also not knowing if Daryl would stop again if you spoke too much.

To your misfortune, he stopped anyway. Your eyes open and push your head to the side of your pillow so you can look down at him. Your mouth was open, but you made sure not to complain.

His chin almost rested on your mound, he was already looking up. “Does it feel good?” You couldn’t read his eyes, but his voice was surprisingly tender and questioning.

You assured him immediately, “yes,” you whispered giggling. You brush his hair with your fingers, undoing some tangles. You got lost in his eyes for a moment before he went down again.

“Tell me,” he says, it almost sounds muffled as he sucks you in until he takes a breath to say more clearly, “I wanna hear you now.”

“Don’t wanna get to loud,” you’re breathless.

He licks you off his lips, looking you in the eye, “so don’t.”

Daryl starts going faster now, breathing you in and humming, knowing you can feel the vibrations, jerk. “Mmm, Daryl, please.” You start to pant again, still too scared you might let yourself go too far.

His fingers spread wide, splaying over to your lower stomach, pushing down until he reaches your tit and circling your nipples. His other hand joins him, it makes you inhale sharply. With that and the way he circled your hole, trying to get his tongue to go in and press as much as he could, it caused you to jerk up, taking one of his hands in your own, squeezing it. Your other hand went to his hair. His fingers weren’t even inside of you, but his hands felt so big no matter where he touched you and his tongue felt incredible, you didn’t know how he did it and it made you start to loose it, “ah- Daryl-”

“You like that?” He pushed you hand off his head and he took his free hand to finger your clit and he went back to sucking and making out with you toward your center. It all makes you nod your head, shaking quickly.

“Say it.”

“I like it,” it came out as a whispered shriek. “I like it, I like it,” you were breathless, “Daryl you feel so good.” You were holding on as hard as you could, but it wasn’t working. Your thighs came to close in on his face but he pushed his hands into your inner legs opening them even further and he kept going down, his nose pressing into you.

His mouth moved up again making out with your clit and lips on top and two of his fingers went into your hole.

You held onto his other hand again and squeezed and he thrusted his fingers into you hard and fast, he wanted to make you reach the end now.

“Oh- Daryl- oh my god,” you were coming out pathetically now as his fingers started to curl into you, and he added another.

Suddenly, you felt it. Right at the bottom of your stomach, the spark, the indescribable electricity as he kept humming into you on top and jamming into you at the bottom. All you heard was the squelch of you and his fingers and tongue lapping and lapping until you let out as much of a suppressed moan as you could release as you came.

Your eyes finally relaxed as you settled down and Daryl sat up on the bed, watching your breathing slow.

He stayed there for a moment, looking at how the night’s light shined on you from the window.

You had pulled the blanket over your legs again but he pulled it off. You didn’t know exactly what he was doing but your eyes were still closed. You were tired and sexed out now, you couldn’t get yourself to open them or ask questions, and it wasn’t a particularly cold night anyway and you still had his shirt on. You let it be, your mind finally drifting until you heard quiet footsteps travel down stairs, until they quickly ascended again.

Daryl took you by the upper back and under your knees, picking you up. With no words he took you to the front porch, gently laid you on the blanket, the side closest to the door. He laid himself on the opposite, closest to the sky.

You’re curled into his chest, you almost looked like a kitten, arm over him, fist curling into your chin contentedly, eyes closed and so peaceful, but you still kept nestling.

“Go to sleep,” he insisted softly. His hand went into your hair, lulling you further into your trance. This time it worked. He did everything right and now the trick was paying off, you couldn’t help but fall closer and closer into your slumber.

Daryl turned to his left to look at the moon, its gentle gleam finally coaxing him into his own sleep as well.

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celtic-crossbow · 3 months

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You’re Holy to Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Setting: Alexandria Warnings: Sexual themes; thigh riding; minor degradation; brat taming Summary: Daryl knows just how to make you behave. A/N: Thank you @thewalkingdilf for letting me use your idea. I hope I did it justice!

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“Are you done yet?” You were whining, knowing damn well how it grated on Daryl’s nerves when he was focused on something. Right now, that focus was his bike. You absolutely knew better, but carried on anyway. “Come on, Daryl!

The archer was on one knee, eyes narrowed in concentration. At the next mewl of his name, he dropped a wrench with a loud clatter. You had been attached to his hip— apparently in every way except the one you wanted —since leaving your shared room that morning. Not that he minded. It was nice to feel loved, to feel wanted. “Listen, sunshine, I got a lot to do, so why don’tcha go on home an’ bug Carol for a bit?”

“Carol can’t help me.” You pouted from directly behind him. Biting your lip, you drew your finger through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Come on, I wanna play.” You huffed, pressing a foot against his leg to get his attention focused on you.

In such close proximity, Daryl could practically smell your arousal and he shivered. “You’re bein’ awf’ly needy right now. Ya really should go to the house.” When you didn’t answer, he nearly turned to address you again but then he felt you pressing yourself against him. Knelt as he was, your center was against the back of his neck, warm through the fabric of your skirt. “Better stop now, Y/N. Ya don’t let me finish up here, I ain’t gonna let you finish for a while.”

“Daryl.” You whined, moving your hips side to side. “Are you still not done with your other girlfriend? I need you now.” Your fingertips found their way into his hair again, scratching and lightly tugging. “You know there’s a better place to stretch those fingers.”

He had just retrieved the wrench only to drop it again, this time reaching it to wrap his fingers around your wrist. With a growl, he stood, turning to loom over you in a way you would have found intimidating if you didn’t know him like the back of your hand.

Oh boy, you were in for it now.

“Why ya gotta be such a brat?” His tone held no heat, but there was a threat there; the type of threat that had a rush of arousal soaking through your panties. You blinked up at him with a coy smile. “Ya knew exactly whatcha was doin’, didn’tcha? Can’t go one day without that greedy lil’ pussy bein’ filled, can ya?”

“What on earth will you ever do with me?” Your smile remained and only fueled the lust burning through the archer.

“I know exactly what m’gonna do with ya.”

His eyes narrowed and you gulped at the same time as your cunt clenched around nothing. His large hands gripped your hips tightly, just enough for the slightest amount of pain. When he walked into you, you began to back up, allowing him to lead you to wherever it was he wanted you.

Sliding an arm around your waist, he leaned to swiped the other across his workbench, the tools and parts crashing and clattering on the hard floor. Hopefully Aaron didn’t come running to check things out because your panties were already being dragged down your legs.

Biting your bottom lip, you slipped your feet from your sandals and stepped out of your underwear, watching with warm cheeks as Daryl lifted them to dangle between you. The center was darkened, drenched with your slick. Those electric blue eyes slid over to you while he twirled the garment in the air with his index finger.

“Messy girl. C’mon then.” He let your panties fall and reached for your hips again, a squeak leaving your lips as he pushed you down onto his left thigh. “Wanna cum so bad, go ahead.” He smirked when your head tilted. He wanted you to ride his thigh?

Daryl was patiently waiting you out, his grip firm but not guiding. You let your hips roll experimentally, watching him for affirmation. All you received was an arched brow.

“But, Daryl—”

“But nothin’. You wanna cum, make it happen.”

You huffed, pouting. Maybe if you did as he asked, he’d fuck you until you saw stars. With that motivation in mind, you ground yourself down and thrust your hips forward, the rough denim grazing your clit just enough to make you jolt. It was easy to find a rhythm after that.

“Atta girl. Gotta work for it.” He never moved, his leg steady and grip solid. You had to admit, it felt good. You likely couldn’t cum like that but it was a nice way to kickstart that fire low in your belly. “That’s it, pretty girl.” He cooed at you, chuckling when you whined in reply. “Feel good?”

“Uh huh.” You reached forward for those broad shoulders, holding tightly to help you balance when your thighs began to burn. You could feel the dampness you were leaving smeared over his jeans, the slick lessening the friction you so desperately needed. “Daryl.”

“Nope. Can’t help ya, sunshine. Gotta learn your lesson. Them’s the rules.”

“But—but you’re gonna fuck me, right?” You didn’t stop grinding, your hands coming down to rest over his, silently pleading with him to take pity on you and help. When he stayed silent, you mewled and jutted out your bottom lip. “Right?”

“Ain’t nothin’ goin’ in that pretty pussy tonight.” The whine you responded with made his cock twitch but he resisted.

You were teetering on the edge, desperately alternating between bouncing and grinding, searching for that angle that would bring you relief. It felt so so good but left you a whimpering, blubbering mess. Maybe if you touched yourself, you could coax your orgasm to the surface.

Your fingers barely brushed the tuft of hair above your slit before his hand left your hip to slap it away. Daryl tutted. “Nuh uh.”

“Oh, god, Daryl. I’m so close. I just need—”

“Ya should’a thought ‘bout that ‘fore ya acted out.” He held you steady, fingers digging into your flesh. Watching you work to bring yourself to climax had him straining against his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over his bike and pound into you until you were screaming loud enough to worry the couple inside. But he wouldn’t.

“Please, fuck! Please, Daryl!” Sweat was dampening your shirt, your breasts bouncing, nipples hard against the fabric. Dirty girl, you hadn’t worn a bra. Just for him.

“C’mon, girl. That’s it. Look atcha, gettin’ yourself off on my thigh. Go on, make yourself cum. Ya don’t need me, right?”

“I need you. I need you, please!” You threw back your head, bringing up your hands to squeeze your breasts, pinch your sensitive nipples. Trying anything and everything to reach that precipice. Thankful he allowed you at least that stimulation.

“So, so pretty like this. Ya’d like for me to fuck ya right now, wouldn’cha?”

“Yes! Fuck me, please!” Your hips were moving erratically, warmth and wetness seeping through the thick fabric to his skin. He was extremely close to giving you what you wanted.

“Nope. Just look too good like this.” Each sound, each ah ah ah was driving him crazy but he just didn’t have it in him to stop you. You were a vision. Your hair falling around your face, damp strands sticking to your neck. Tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Your plump lips open with the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard spilling past them. If he wasn’t careful, he’d cum in his jeans just watching you.

There was a drawn out moan that broke off into a whine. Your hands dropped to Daryl’s forearms, nails biting into his skin while his fingers continued to hold firm to your hips.

“I can’t, Daryl! I can’t!”

“Yeah, ya can.” You rutted against him hard and fast, finally finally feeling that dam within you beginning to break. Gritting your teeth, you rode him hard, actually managing to rock him against the bench. “C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

The coil within you snapped, pulses of pleasure driving hard straight down to your throbbing clit. The wanton moan of the archer’s name ended with a shout, strong hands grounding you as you writhed and shook, soaking his thigh with your essence.

You came down slowly, hips still jerking sporadically from the overstimulation of being pressed against his leg. At your content hum, he released you and let you fall forward against him.

“Gonna let me work in peace now?” He chuckled when you had to force yourself to lean back far enough to blink at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“Mhm.” With the laziest of smiles, you stood, covering your mouth when your movement revealed the mess on his jeans. “I should go get you another pair. You can change out here and I can take those—”

“What makes ya think we’re done here?”

Your mouth snapped shut, brows raising. Daryl stood and guided you to sit on the workbench with gentle fingers on your biceps. You didn’t have a chance to question him before he started working at his belt. It was then you noticed the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Gotta teach that mouth a lesson too.”

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wingedtrash · 11 months

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*Very original statement*

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #norman reedus is hot #daryl imagines #murphy macmanus #murphy macmanus smut #daryl dixon x reader smut

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dixongrimesgirl · 3 months

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How the TWD Men Pop Your Cherry

18+ smut; Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith

Rick Grimes:

He is gentle and makes sure you're comfortable. Constantly making sure you're feeling just as good as he is. He goes slow at first but the closer he gets to finishing his thrusts speed up and he's pounding into you. Afterwards, he cleans you up and cuddles you until you both fall asleep.

Daryl Dixon:

He is a little hesitant at first as he is not very experienced but when you tell him how good he's making you feel he gets more confident with his movements. His thrusts are hard and rough but only with your consent of course. When he gets close he lets out little whimpers and finishes on your stomach with a groan. After he would clean you up and cover your body in kisses.

Negan Smith:

He is surprisingly gentle and makes sure you are comfortable. His thrusts start out shallow and gentle before slowly working into rough thrusts where his balls are slapping against your ass with every thrust. Afterwards, he runs a bath for the both of you and then carries you back to bed and cuddles you until you fall asleep.

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dix0nvix3n · 2 months

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I often think about Daryl from when he was a kid. One of the main thoughts I have about him from then is how badly he wanted to grow his hair out to how it is now but Will would never let him. The longest it ever got was probably how it was at early prison-era length. Will would notice his hair getting too long and yell at him, forcing him to get it cut by his mom.

It hurts to think about the sweet little boy, holding back tears sitting in his mom's lap as she starts cutting his hair. I like to think his mom was kind though, he had at least one loving parent before she passed. She'd cup his face in her hands and promise him that it'll always grow back as he lets a few loose tears fall. He could never cry around Will but with his mom, he could if he needed to.

Around the Whisperers era, you're about to cook dinner when you tell him he needs a haircut and he practically panicked inside thinking you didn't like his hair long anymore, he thought you loved his hair from how you would comment on how you loved how it grew out over the years. You'd notice that pause within him and state, “Not a haircut, just a trim. Wanna be able to see your pretty eyes, baby.”. He'd show a soft smile and agree.

You'd pull out a chair for him to sit down on as you go and grab a handheld mirror and some scissors. You'd come back into the kitchen and situate yourself on his lap and show him exactly where you're going to trim the length to in the mirror. He'd wrap his arms tight around your waist as you got to work just trimming the ends.

When you were done you'd set down the scissors and cup his cheek in your hand, wipe away the few hairs that fell on his face, and hold up the mirror to him in your other hand. He'd say it looked good and as you set the mirror down and begin to pull yourself up off his lap he'd pull you tighter against him.

He'd begin by now cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. He'd trail his kisses down your cheek and jaw, peppering them down along your neck. He'd slowly pick you up to make sure you have your legs wrapped tight around him as he makes sure as well that he has his arms wrapped tight around you.

He'd carry you to your bedroom as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He needed to show you his gratitude somehow. It was gonna be a long night of him showing you how much he loved you, how much he appreciated the tender love and care you showed him.

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I’ve always wanted to read one where the reader is one of Hershel’s daughters (set in season 2). When Daryl and the group show up the reader won’t stop teasing Daryl and eventually he can’t take it anymore. Please make my dreams come true 😭😭🤘. (p.s virgin reader would be +50 points ;)

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pairing (S2) Daryl Dixon x virgin!fem!Reader

cw loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, lowkey inexperienced daryl, but also not really?, teasing, some pining, daryl kinda being a boob man, reader being a little pervy at times

note i am so sorry i kept you waiting 32 days for this request @mygrandmaschinacabinet, i really hope you like this and thank you for your patience and kind comment on my other post!

p.s. just bc reader is hershel's daughter does not imply anything ab her appearence

~5.k words

Living on a farm that was fairly far from society, it was a given that you wouldn't see good looking guys too often. But being a good looking girl, the guys you didn't want were always the ones after you, and you'd always have to turn them down. When she gets older, she's gonna have to fight off boys with a stick, was something your grandma would often tease your father, Hershel, about. You laughed it off, not paying any mind to it, but boy did she end up being right. You spent a good portion of your high school years rejecting your suitors, none of which were good enough for you, and none of which you really wanted. But when you finally laid eyes on the most beautiful man you've ever seen, he happened to be one who seemed to pay you no attention.

Odd circumstances brought the beautiful man, whom you quickly learned was named Daryl Dixon, to your farm. Otis shot a kid, Hershel took him in to care for, and his dad's group eventually made a home on your father's land. You couldn’t help but ogle at him from your bedroom window whenever you got the chance. The way his biceps flexed whenever he worked with his arms had your virgin pussy aching to be filled by him. He was a man who you’d let do things to you that you’d let no other man before even think he had a chance of doing.

“Not this again,” Maggie complained upon entering your room. You were perched at your window -like you have been since the group first arrived- watching Daryl skin some squirrels. No one could look as good as he did while doing such a grisly task.

“Can you blame me? Jus’ look at him,” you replied dreamily.

“No thanks.”

“Whatever. You have your eye candy, I have mine.”

“Eye candy? What’re you talkin’ about?” She asked defensively.

“Glenn. I’ve seen the way you look at him, like he’s a piece of meat,” you teased.

“Whatever! Do you need anythin’? I’m goin’ out on a run.”

“With Glenn?”

She let out an annoyed huff and exited the room, not awaiting your response. But you didn’t need anything anyway. You went back to watching Daryl. The sweltering Georgia heat caused sweat to drench his sleeveless shirt and drip from his short, dark hair. He looked like he walked out of one of your many wet dreams. Just then, an idea popped into your head. You hurried down to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, cooling it with the scoops of ice you added. Surely this kind deed would put you on his radar.

“Hey, Daryl,” you cheerily greeted as you approached the rugged man. He sat on a stump, now gutting the squirrels he already skinned. He grunted in response, not looking up from his work. Your smile dropped, not that it mattered, considering he wasn’t even looking at you.

“Brought you some water. It’s pretty hot out here and I wouldn’t want ya gettin’ dehydrated,” you said as you held out the cold glass, now dripping with condensation. “Thanks.” He grabbed the glass, his fingers slightly brushing yours, sending a tingling through your spine. He threw his head back, downing the water. A small stream of water dripped down his chin, then his neck, sliding down his shirt no longer in your vision. You squeezed your thighs together. Every little thing he did drove you crazy. You felt like a victorian man who’d just seen a peek of a woman’s ankle whenever you were around Daryl.

“You uh… Ya need somethin’?” He asked when he noticed you haven’t left yet. You froze. You didn’t need anything, but you didn’t want to leave either.

“Jus’ came to check on ya, I guess,” you muttered.

“ ‘M fine?” He tossed the squirrel’s guts into a bucket.

“Well, alright. My work here is done!” You cringed as the words left your mouth. You grabbed the emptied glass and walked back into the house, chastising yourself the entire way. You wanted nothing more than to have him look at you the way other guys do, but he barely give you the time of day.

The glimmer of sunbeams on your face woke you up the next morning. You glanced at the analog clock on your nightstand that read 11:36. You hopped out of bed and eagerly hurried to your window, hoping Daryl would be back from hunting or looking for that little girl or whatever else it was he did when he wasn’t in his usual spot. He was sat on that stump again, but this time he was cleaning his crossbow with that red rag he kept on him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to do something. He couldn’t keep getting away with being so hot and so uninterested in you.

You readied yourself in the bathroom, making sure every hair was in place and every tooth was brushed. You debated putting on makeup. You had some leftover from before, but never had a reason to use it, not until now. You layered on some mascara until your lashes looked twice as long and twice as full and coated your lips with some tinted gloss. You stared into your closet debating on what you thought Daryl’d like better. Your tightest, shortest shorts and a nearly see-through tank top.

“What’re doin’ all dolled up like that?” Your younger sister, Beth asked upon entering the kitchen.

“Makin’ lunch for D-,” you stopped yourself, not wanting another sister catching onto your thing for Daryl, “for the group out there.”

“Daddy doesn’t want us wastin’ all our stuff on them,” she protested. You rolled your eyes at her. She could be such a goody-two-shoes sometimes. “What he don’ know won’ hurt him.” You cut a piece of the sandwich you made and handed it to Beth.

“Eat this and keep quiet.”

You assembled the sandwich and a glass of lemonade on a tray and carried it over to his lone camp. He didn’t look at you until you were standing before him holding the tray of food. His eyes slowly made their way up to yours, lingering on your bare legs and exposed cleavage on their way up. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged the corners of your mouth at this small victory. He quickly averted his gaze and set his crossbow down.

“Wha’s all this?” He asked, nodding his head toward the tray in your arms.

“Made ya lunch. Figured you’d be hungry after all that huntin’ and searchin’ you been doin’,” you answered as you set down the tray.

“Uh, thanks?” He seemed confused, but grateful nonetheless. “Of course,” you replied with a bright smile before sauntering off, swaying your hips more than usual. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you until the door closed behind you.

In the days that passed, you upped the ante on your teasing. Daryl noticed. At noon almost everyday, you’d bring him lunch in risqué little outfits. Not quite skimpy, but just enough to tease him. And tease him they did. He already was too nervous to look at you, afraid he might scare you off with his gruff nature and lack of experience with women. He’d choose, instead, to catch glimpses of you when you weren’t watching. Like when you’d leave after bringing him something, or when you’d be around doing farm-work or interacting with the other members of his group. But when you started wearing those revealing outfits, it became harder for him to keep from looking at you. But when he made eye contact with you, he became so nervous and shy that he had to look away. You were the sun. He could feel your warmth, even when he couldn’t see you. You were so bright and beautiful that he felt pulled to look at you, but whenever he did, it couldn’t be for long because he’d forcibly look away, your bright smile burning his sensitive retinas.

Speaking of the sun, there you were. “Daryl!” You called as you ran to him. The actual sun glowed behind you, making you look even more like an angel. He was atop one of your horses ready to leave the farm to look for Sophia. He was shocked to see you since you usually weren’t up until noon. He’d know since that’s around the time he sees you watching him through your window.

“Yeah?” He grunted.

“Ya goin’ out to look for that little girl?” Once you were out of the sunlight, he could actually get a good look at you. Something in him stirred when he saw you in the little dress you had on. It was a cream color with ruffles at the bottom and it gave him a good view of your breasts from his position on the horse. He quickly tore his eyes away and looked at the view ahead of him, which was nowhere near as beautiful as you.

“I figure you’ll be gone for a bit, so I brought you a little bite to eat,” you said holding up a few muffins you made the other night wrapped in cheesecloth.

“T-thanks,” he stuttered. Despite how frequent it was, he was always taken aback by the kindness you show him. He’s never been treated the way you treat him before and it caught him off guard.

“Be back by dinner, okay?” It wasn’t a command, more of a hopeful question, but made his heart flutter.

“I’ll try.” He didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep. You stood there fiddling with your dress about to say something but deciding against it each time.

“Wha’ is it?”

“B-be safe out there!” You blurted before scampering off. He found it odd how you could be so bold with your teasing, yet shy when it came to actually talking to him.

Your words echoed in his head as he searched for any sign of Carol’s lost daughter. Your request of be back by dinner, okay? motivated him to get back to the farm, despite his injuries from the horse tossing him down a cliff making it difficult for him to move. But what really stuck with him was your horrified scream when you saw Andrea shoot him. That scream haunted his dreams while he was unconscious. The terror of it being the last thing he’d hear from you was his real nightmare. So when he heard your soft “Hey,” he felt relief wash over him, despite the pain everywhere else. He blinked his dry eyes open only for the first thing for him to see being your tits. You had on a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. He didn’t know if this was a part of your teasing or a pure mistake, but either way, his cock stirred at the sight. You leaned down further to look into his eyes.

“How ya feelin’?” You ask, placing the back of your hand to his forehead. He tried to croak out a response, but his throat was too dry. You quickly grabbed the glass of water at his bedside and helped him drink it.

“Better?”

“ ‘M fine,” he said. You gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him, but were humoring him anyway. “You were injured pretty badly, Daryl,” you said as you gently stroked his hair. He caught himself before he could fully melt into your touch. In fact, he moved away from it.

“I know, ‘m fine,” he snapped before trying to roll over, away from you. He didn’t like you seeing him like this. So weak and frail, having to depend on those around him. He didn’t see the hurt expression that took over your pretty face. But, to his luck, you didn’t let him push you away. Instead, you toed off your shoes and got into the bed beside him, facing him. He hoped to the high heavens that you couldn’t see the redness that blossomed on his face when you flashed your bright smile at him.

“I’ll keep ya company,” you promised.

“Don’ need no company, said ‘m fine.” He didn’t know why he was so adamant about pushing you away. The minute he realized you were in here, he brightened up. He didn’t want his sunshine to leave, but he couldn’t help the storm that was brewing inside him.

“Well, if you really want me to leave, I’ll go.” You were almost out of the bed before his clammy hand grabbed your wrist.

“Nah, you can stay,” he said, prompting the return of that bright smile.

When you woke up, the sun was setting and Daryl’s arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your heart swelled, this was all you ever wanted, to be in Daryl’s arms. Okay, well you wanted more than just his arm around you, but small victories! You gently moved his arm off you so you could get up and get some dinner from him and yourself.

“What were you doin’ in there?” Your father asked as soon as you stepped out of the room. He stood outside, about to come in, holding a tray of food for the bowman.

“Nothin’, Daddy, I was jus’ checkin up on our patient!” It was the truth, but it felt like a lie.

“Since earlier this afternoon?” He pressed.

“Lost track of time,” you explained.

“Now, honey, I know you’re just lookin’ out for him, but-“

“I know, I know, you don’t really trust them, but I’m just lovin’ thy neighbor, so to speak.” You bargained.

That response seemed to satisfy him for now. He handed you the tray of food to give you Daryl.

“Daryl, dinner,” you called softly upon reentering the room. He groaned, but woke up anyway. He tried to sit up, but winced in pain. You set the tray down and quickly ran to his side to help him out. You adjusted his pillows and helped him to a sitting position.

“Wha’s fer dinner?” He asked, glancing at the bowl of soup on the tray beside him on the bed. You hummed in thought before dipping your finger into the bowl and sucking it clean, making sure your lips were pouty as you did so, hoping to tease Daryl.

“Tomato.” He hummed noncommittally before reaching for the spoon. You swatted his hand away. “Nuh uh, you’re still healing, let me feed you.”

“I can feed myself,” he protested. You furrowed your brows and pouted at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but opened his mouth slightly, waiting for a bite. You smiled, scooping up some soup and spooning it into his mouth, making sure to lean forward as to give him a front row seat to the view down your shirt. You saw him avoid looking the first few times, but soon he was unable to resist taking a peek, and soon his peeking became staring (however, he pretended not to be whenever you looked back up at him).

“Enjoy the soup?” You asked once the bowl was mostly empty.

“S’alright,” he said as he nibbled on a cracker. You grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the soup directly from it.

“Goddammit!” You cursed when a glob of soup fell onto your white t-shirt. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise, a chance to drive Daryl crazy. You grabbed a random t-shirt from one of the drawers and set it down before taking off the one you had, tossing it aside. You put the new one on as if you didn't just give him a strip show. His face was beet red and he hurried to adjust the blankets on his lap.

"Daryl, you okay? You look a little hot?"

"S'just w-warm in here."

"Let me jus' check your temperature." Instead of pressing the back of your hand to his forehead like before, you placed a gentle kiss to it.

"Feels a little warm." You stayed close to his face. If he moved, even a centimeter, his lips would touch yours, which is what you were hoping for. You glanced down at his lips, then up at his blue eyes, waiting for him to lean in. Despite all this teasing, you kinda wished he'd make a move, too. When he didn't, you pulled away, kissing him on the cheek instead.

"Get well soon, okay?" you said before taking the tray and leaving.

Daryl had been mentally punching himself since that night. He was an idiot for not kissing you when he had the chance. You were right there and so obviously waiting for him to do something, anything. But he couldn't. It'd been so long since he'd done anything with a woman, and even then, he didn't think he was any good. He was almost embarrassed about how inexperienced he was at his age. And someone as beautiful as you obviously would have some experience, so why waste time on him. He didn't want to be the cloud that dulled your shine.

He was now well enough to be released from Hershel’s care, but not well enough to resume about his usual ways. He’d normally disobey orders to take it easy, but when you made him promise to rest, he couldn’t break it. Subconsciously, he glanced over to your window. It wasn’t something he did often, considering you were usually the one watching him, but you were weighing heavily on his mind. He saw you up in your room, assuming you’d just woken up since it was almost noon. You were at your window, rummaging through your dresser -he knew where it was when he caught a glimpse of your room when he was inside the house. You held up a few shirts, probably deciding on which to wear, before pulling your pajama shirt off over your head. This was now the second, no, third time he’s gotten a perfect view of your tits. God they would feel so good in his hands, better yet, they’d look so good bouncing in unison with his thrusts as he fucked you into your mattress. Your teasing and mischievous ways only fueled his fantasies, causing his pants to tighten uncomfortably. The little wave you gave him from your window pulled him out of his own head. You, still topless, blew him a kiss before stepping out of frame.

His heart rate increased expeditiously as he nearly came in his pants. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore, it was driving him crazy. He wanted you, not just the fantasies in his head and the company of his hand. He wanted to feel your walls squeeze his cock, hear your little moans as he pleasured you until your mind went numb, become one with you as you came in unison. He hurried into his tent and zipped it all the way up before collapsing onto his sleeping bag and hurrying to undo his pants. He liberated his aching cock from its confines and spat on his hand. He rubbed himself up and down, from base to tip, imagining it was your pretty mouth swallowing him whole. He ignored the sound of distant footsteps approaching his tent and instead chased his climax, which was coming embarrassingly fast.

“Daryl?” Your distant voice called, but all he heard in his mind was you moaning his name as your nails scratched down his back.

“You in here?” You asked. Daryl came in his hand, taking extra care to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from his mouth. Reality set in when he saw your shadow standing outside his tent. He quickly wiped his hand off on the closest piece of fabric and shoved himself back in his pants.

“Need somethin’? He asked. He willed you not to notice his flushed, sweaty face.

“Watcha doin’ in there?” You asked, trying to peek into his tent. He moved to block your vision. He didn’t need you finding any trace of his earlier activity. Although, the little dress you had on had him ready to continue said activities.

“Nothin’.”

“Anyway, I came to check on you, make sure you’re takin’ it easy.”

“I am, was jus’ takin’ a nap,” he lied.

“Then why are you so red? And sweaty? Are you comin’ down with somethin’?!” You were starting to sound worried, making Daryl feel guilty. You reached up to feel his forehead and check for a fever, but he stepped back, avoiding your touch. If he felt your skin on his, in any capacity, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back anymore.

“Daryl, don’t be so stubborn!” You stepped closer only for him to step back again.

“Ain’ got no fever, girl! S’just hot out here!” He insisted.

“Don’ know that for sure. If it is one, it could mean one of your wounds is infected.”

“S’not a fever, ‘m sweaty from workin’ out.” You looked at him with an eyebrow skeptically raised and a hand on your hip. So much for takin’ a nap, you thought. Your eyes traveled down his body before meeting his again, this time with look more mischievous than usual in your eyes.

“Your fly’s down.” He quickly zipped it up, cursing himself for the dumb mistake.

“Anythin’ to do with your ‘work out’?”

“Dunno what yer gettin’ at.” His heart was beating faster in his chest, this time because of anxiety. You were onto him and he was about to get caught, humiliated under your scrutinizing gaze.

“Flushed, sweaty face.” You took a step closer and he took one back. “Dilated pupils.” Another step forward and another one back. “Unzipped fly.” He stepped back, not looking where he was going and stumbled onto the grassy ground. You sat down next to him. “Took forever to open your tent.” Your face split into a grin like the Cheshire Cat. “I’d say you were in there masturbatin’.” He stumbled over his words, looking for what to say in denial of your observation accusation. You pressed your pointer finger to his lips.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You leaned over him and slid your hand down his chest. “I touch myself, too.” His sparkling blue eyes went wide. “Usually thinkin’ ‘bout you when I do it.” You could feel his breathing change as you slid your hand further down his toned stomach. “Were you thinkin’ ‘bout me?” His face was beet read and breathing shallow. You had him and he was more than ready, willing, and able to give in. He nodded his head, confirming your suspicions.

“Well, next time I’m on your mind,” you leaned down, lips ghosting his parted ones, “don’t just settle for your hand.” His lips finally met yours in a heated kiss. The built up tension from his days of pining and yours of teasing finally being released in that kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, slipping your tongue inside and drinking in all his pleasured groans.

“Wanna go back to my room?” You asked after pulling away.

“Nah, too far. Let’s go inside my tent.” You happily agreed and hurried inside, zipping it up behind Daryl. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, passionately exploring it with his tongue. He kissed his way down to your neck, roughly sucking marks.

“Oh, Daryl!” You shouted when he reached a certain spot on your neck, just beneath your ear. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Nervously, Daryl’s hand experimented with touching your body, his hands firmly gripping your hips. They were comfortable there and not daring enough to try anything else. He wanted to impress you, but at the same time he didn’t want you to notice that he had no clue what he was doing or what to do next, using the pirated porn and one night stands of his past as reference. Your hands grabbed his and placed them on your tits.

“Touch me, Daryl!” You whined. His hands groped and kneaded at the soft mounds of flesh hidden behind the thin fabric of your dress. He pulled down the front of your dress, freeing your tits then recapturing one by putting it in his mouth. His large hand toyed with the right while his mouth suckled the other. Your little wanton whimpers egged him on, giving him the confidence to try more. Your squirmed beneath him, squeezing your thighs together. His cock was also painfully hard, once again, and yearning to feel your warm walls around him. He pulled away and undid his pants before pulling out his cock, stroking it a few times. He looked up at you, but you looked less excited. Your eyes wouldn’t meet his and your arms were crossed over your chest, hiding yourself from him.

“Wha’s the matter, Sunshine?” He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue naturally. He was more than excited to sleep with you, but his worry regarding your sudden change outweighed that.

“N-nothin’. Jus’ put it in,” you said hoarsely.

“Nah, we ain’ doin’ nothin’ unless ya tell me wha’s wrong.” It sounded harsh, but it came from a place of genuine concern.

You sat up, readjusting your dress as you did so. “I-it’s jus’,” you nervously fiddled with the hem of your dress, something Daryl noticed you did a lot around him. “C-can we go slow? I haven’t done any of this stuff before,” you admitted.

“You a virgin?” He asked, astonished. You glumly nodded your head as if you were accepting defeat. In a twisted way, that relieved him a bit. Maybe since you’ve never had sex, you wouldn’t notice his own lack of experience. He put himself in his boxers before patting the spot in front of him. You crawled over to him and sat between his legs, your back against his chest. His lips found that spot on your neck again and began sucking there as his hand slid underneath your panties. He rubbed your clit in tight circles, causing your thighs to clamp shut over his hand.

“Jus’ relax,” he coaxed. You relaxed the best you could, but the pleasure kept you from staying still.

“F-faster,” you whimpered. He obeyed your command, rubbing you at a quicker pace. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you moaned in his ear. His other hand slipped beneath your panties and gathered your arousal on his finger, before he slowly slid it inside you, giving you time to adjust. He pumped it in and out of you as he continued to rub your clit. Your back arched off him as you moaned his name. He easily slipped in a second finger with how wet you were. Your velvety walls were so soft around his thick digits. He couldn’t wait to feel them with his cock. He moved his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting you in a spot that had you babbling nonsense. You squeezed his fingers with your soaking cunt as your first orgasm overtook your body.

“Daryl, I’m ready. Need ta feel ya inside me,” you slurred. He helped you lay down on your back and slid your panties off before pulling his painfully hard cock out again. Your legs rested over his thighs as he coated his member in your juices before lining it up with your entrance. He slid in as slowly as he could, making sure this would be as painless as it could be for you. You were so soft, slippery, and smooth around him, the best pussy he’s ever had. Once he was all the way in, he stopped to give you time to adjust. He leaned down and connected your lips in another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled held him close.

“You can move now.” His hands gripped your hips as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you, not wanting to give you too much too soon. His pleasured grunts mingled with your moans as he slid in and out of you.

“More, need more!” You whined. He adjusted your position, placing your legs over his broad shoulders. The new position allowed him to fill you even better. As he pounded in and out of you, the erotic sounds of damp skin slapping damp skin filled the tent, harmonizing with his and your sounds of pleasure. He lifted your dress over your head, getting rid of the barrier between you and him, and tossed it aside. His own fantasies came true as he watched your tits bounce in unison with his thrusts. He took them in his hands again, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb, bringing you closer to your climax.

“Daryl I think I’ma-” Your sentence trailed off into a moan as you came around his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm as his own approached. He pulled out of you just as he was about to finish and came all over your tits and stomach, like a firehose. You let out a satisfied hum, barely able to keep your eyes open. He grabbed one of his discarded shirts and cleaned you off before laying beside you in the sleeping bag. You rolled over to face him and hugged him close in your arms.

“You were the best first I coulda asked for,” you confessed. Your words soothed his worries that he didn’t perform well enough while also making his heart flutter.

“Guess all yer teasin’ paid off.” You giggled against his chest.

He pulled you closer to him and pulled you in for another kiss, a sweeter, gentler one this time. You dozed off in his comforting arms, wishing you’d never have to leave.

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