We’re The Ones Who Live

One day while you washed the clothes with the other women, they pressured you, especially Andrea. Living in the RV with your father and you, made Amy and her very aware of who you were and how you acted.

“What happened? You’re acting weird again, but it’s different than the time you two had a fight.” The older blonde asked you.

“Nothing happened. We didn’t make out if that’s what you’re asking. He just taught me how to defend from a walker.” You said trying to sound the most nonchalant you could.

“With the knife that he gave you to protect yourself…” Amy teased and you instantly blushed.

“Well, yeah… my other knife was as useful as a butter knife.” You said, and elbowed the younger blonde. “Stop being such a tease!”

The other women laughed, but soon they changed the subject and it was all forgotten. At least for that moment.

Later that day, you were all gathered around the bonfire, savoring some stewed rabbit meat, canned beans and some liquor Dale had found lost somewhere inside the RV.

It was a banquet for today’s standards.

While everyone was being noisy and even Merle was somehow integrating with the group telling stories about his time in the military, Daryl and you were silent.

Which was weird for everyone, you always interacted with everyone and even he would talk with group, as much as it was normal for Daryl Dixon.

The only thing that didn’t change was that you were both staring at each other. You were on opposite sides around the fire and it wasn’t on purpose, it just happened.

Most of the time when you stared at each other, your brains would automatically tune out whatever else was happening around you. Only your thoughts in your head making you company.

You had stopped looking only when he wasn’t aware. Now both of you stared each other, it had walked on this direction the last weeks.

Now you’d go as far as looking at each other’s eyes, holding your gazes expecting the other would look away first and never willing to be the first to break the eye contact.

Tonight, under the moonlight and the light from the fire that reflected on him, he looked very handsome. His gaze burned on your skin, making you feel hot and flustered.

The words from the other day echoed in your head ‘Easy, sunshine…’, ‘ya like that, huh?’, ‘Bitten’, ‘Like you want to be devoured.’… it all went straight to your core.

Fuck… you needed a bath. A cold one, very cold… you excused yourself and went to the RV.

He wasn’t very different from you, all of your interactions running on his mind, but what was driving him those days was the way your body reacted to his. The way your breath high pitched when he came behind you and you didn’t even noticed, the goosebumps in your arms and the way you looked at him a mix of ‘I want you’ with ‘Please, have me’.

It made him feel uneasy when you got up and left for the RV. Were you also feeling overwhelmed? Were you also feeling bothered?

Because he was. He felt like running and hiding himself, but differently from you he learned with time how to pretende there was nothing wrong with him.

A while after he saw you leaving the RV, a bag hanging on your shoulder. Quiet. Checking if no one else was looking. They weren’t, but he was.

He noticed when you left in the lake’s direction. He got up and started walking to follow you. Merle mocked him for supposedly already going to sleep, but Daryl just ignored.

You went down the hill carefully, the bright light of the moon allowed you to walk without a flashlight, but still you needed to be careful.

He approached you silently, he always moved like this. And when you noticed he was already holding your arm.

“What the heck are you doing?” You asked tried to yank your arm from his grip.

“I’m the one who should make this question. Why are ya walking by yourself at this time?” He threw it back at you, annoyed but still under effect of his feelings and thoughts.

“I wanna take a bath.”

“And can’t ya do that in the RV? There’s a shower in there.” He questioned.

“Have you seen the size of it? No, thanks. There’s a big lake down there and I’m going to use it.” This proximity and his hold burning on your arm weren’t exactly helping your state.

“Ok, I’m going with you then.” He said, forgetting exactly what it implied.

“Do you wanna take a bath with me?” You couldn’t resist the tease.

“That’s… that’s not what I meant…” he tried to justify.

“Well you should, I have pretty good stuff here.” You motioned to your bag.

“Why does it sound like ya’re trying to offer me drugs?”

“Chill out, I’m not Merle. Although, I think that good scented soap and body lotions can be addicting somehow.” You replied and then when his hold on your arm loosened, you took your arm back and continued to descend the hill.

“I’m not going to take a bath with you… get naked and shit.”

“Hold your horses, it’m not luring you to see you bare. I’m already happy just staring at your arms and shoulders.” You answered, although having him naked was one of the thirsty thoughts that crossed your mind that night. “We can enter the water in underwear.”

“Not very different.”

“I assure you that if you ever get hard thinking about that, you gonna get soft the moment you see me in my sports bra and stupid panties.” You were extra bold that night, flirt with him, it was always ok. But talking such things so openly that was new.

Was it your state? Or was it the little amount of alcohol you had during dinner.

“What kind of man have ya been with?” He asked. He had no idea how the conversation had gone on that direction but it seemed like he couldn’t keep his mouth closed too. “It doesn’t matter, if a man cares about the underwear yer using, he probably wants another man and not a woman.”

You almost chocked on your saliva. You weren’t expecting this remark. At the same time it surprised you, it also got a laugh out of you.

“You’re really something Daryl Dixon…” You chuckled.

You finished getting to the lake. Then you started to walk to a part in the corner, a bit far.

“Why are ya going this far?” He questioned.

“Well, I’m not getting naked, but I don’t want any creep to see me by accident.” You spoke like it was something obvious.

“Do you realize I’m going there with ya?”

“Yep, that’s different D. Don’t worry.” You answered and continued your way till you felt satisfied with the place. “Well, I think here’s good enough.”

You put your bag on the floor, it had everything you would need a towel, clean underwear and clothes, a soap and a body lotion scented like cherry blossoms. You’d have brought more things, but this wasn’t a world you could give yourself the time to take care like you used to do.

You took the knife from your waistband, and put it on the bag. Then you started kicking off your boots, when you noticed the hunter wasn’t moving.

“Are you going into the lake dressed?” You asked already taking off your shirt, and he looked away. “I’m wearing a bra, silly. It’s not like you never saw boobs.”

How could you be so calm about it? Undressing in front of him like that. Many would say it’s just like wearing a bikini, but it wasn’t exactly like it.

When he came back from his thoughts, you were already getting off your pants and folding them together with your other clothes.

You bent to get your soap inside your bag, and them stopped in front of him.

“Why did you come if you’re not looking at me?” You asked looking up. “You are here to protect me from danger, aren’t you? So what’s the whole purpose of it, if you don’t look at me?”

“Ya’re insufferable.” He said finally looking at you. He took you in, the view from above really favoring you.

“You don’t believe your own words, Dixon.” You stated, now satisfied he had looked at you. “Are you coming or not?”

You turned around and walked in the water’s direction.

The water was cold but nothing you couldn’t bear or get used to, besides you were there exactly to take a cold bath. You just didn’t expect the reason you needed a cold bath would tag along.

You turned around and finally saw him coming your way, only in his boxers. You couldn’t see much in the dark, but the more he got closer the more you could see.

It was no surprise for you the scars on his body, you knew they existed, some of the shirts he used allowed to see some of them. Seeing all of them, was strong, but stronger than that, was the attraction you felt towards him.

“Are ya crazy? This water is fucking cold.” He complained as he approached you.

“You were the one that offered to come with me.” You answered nonchalantly, starting to run the soap on your body.

“You were the one that invited me to bath.” He stopped at the same distance you were from the edge of the lake.

“I didn’t force you.” You shrugged.

“Didn’t give me much choice either.”

“If other people see you speaking like this, they will think you didn’t have other option. You could have stayed outside.” You immersed quickly just to wet your hair and started using the soap on it, not ideal, but better than nothing.

“Someone has to keep ya safe.” He didn’t believe his own words.

He could have stayed on the edge of the lake, just observing you. But he decided to enter. He could even have stayed back in camp.

But he was in this damn cold lake only on his boxers, because you asked him to.

Holy shit, he was screwed.

“Here, you can have it.” You offered him the soap and started to rinse your body.

He took it. It smelled good, like you. He liked your scent, you smelled of this soap, something floral (probably your lotion) and your natural smell.

You finished rinsing your hair and decided to take a dip while Daryl washed himself.

How long had you been underwater? He felt like it had been too long.

He looked around trying to find you. You where nowhere to be seen.

He called your name.

No answer.

“Horvath!”

Nothing.

His heart was in his throat. His blood ran fast in his veins. Worry consuming his mind.

He was about to immerse himself in the water to look for you when he felt a movement in the water, and a hand pulled his ankle.

You came out of the water.

Laughing.

His heart beat fast. He was worried and angry.

He grabbed your shoulders and looked in your eyes.

“Do ya think it’s funny?” He was deadly serious.

“I was just kidding.” You answered, the laughter dying as soon as you saw the look on his face.

“Do ya know how worried I was?” The words came out of his mouth before he could think about it. The vulnerability he never showed surfacing in that moment.

“Hey…” you raised your hands and touched both sides of his face. “It’s ok. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”

“I thought ya had…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, the words got stuck on his throat.

“I didn’t. I’m ok… I’m here.” You instantly regretted what you did.

You got closer to him, as close as you could. Your hands still on his face.

The adrenaline of the moment was slowly subduing. He looked down, his forehead touching yours. You felt his breathing calming down slowly.

You looked in his eyes and caressed his face. There were no words you could say, you had said you were sorry, but it wouldn’t fix instantly the way he felt.

His hands moved from your shoulders to your back, without thinking much about it. As if holding you would make sure you were there, safe.

His eyes moved around your face, looking each part of it, everything he had already observed but never this close. You did the same, you wanted to make sure he was better.

Your noses touched, your eyes met again and your breaths mingled.

The frustration, the longing, the fear, the tension… it was all there.

Your lips were almost touching. You felt inebriated and unable to move away from him.

He became aware of your proximity, for the first time thinking about how close you were and how it would be difficult to back away.

“If we go down this road…” he started, his accent thick, his restraints by a thread. “I might come back fer more.”

One of your hands descended to his neck while you kept the other on his face.

“I’m ok with that.”

Once this words left your lips, he crushed his against yours, giving in to his desires of the last months. It wasn’t soft or romantic, it was hungry and intense. His lips moved against yours claiming them, your body pressed against his. One of his hands found your nape, his fingers tangling on your damped hair pulling it slightly.

You let a mix of sigh and moan, opening your mouth a little to which he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside yours. You could feel his erection against your stomach, and damn, you wanted him.

Daryl was about to take you, carry you to the edge of the lake, and have you right there…

A strong light hit both of you, making you stop and be blinded by it.

“What are you doing there?” Shane’s voice got to your ears.

Oh you knew what, you just saw it, asshole., you thought.

“Taking a bath.” You answered.

“It’s not safe here, you should get your things and go back to camp. Your father is looking for you…” he said.

“Dun worry, I can take care of us both.” Daryl answered, clearly pissed for being cockblocked.

If he had done the same every time he caught Shane and Lori in the woods, the ex cop would be climbing trees and going nuts.

“Alright, I’m going back to calm everyone down.” He turned around and made his way back to camp.

You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, “Asshole…”

“We better go back…” he said reluctantly.

“Yeah, he totally ruined it.”

You got out of the lake, dried yourselves and put your dry clothes after passing some body lotion.

Daryl still looked away when you changed your wet underwear into dry ones and also turned around when he took his to put his pants back.

He didn’t want to use your body lotion, but used just a little to please you, now he smelled slightly of cherry blossoms just like you.

But boy… did that mix of the soap, lotion and your own scent made you smell good.

He for sure would memorize the brand you used so you would never run out of it, but of course, he wouldn’t admit it even for himself.

All your life, they have done nothing but kept you locked in their house like some animal in a cage. You never went to school and made friends, you were home-schooled, you also never went to college because they thought it was a scam, and you never had a job because they said they could support you. You parents had robbed you from your life, and when you finally got it back—the world had already gone to shit.

During the outbreak, they stayed inside the house—too scared to go out and see the ‘devils’ roam around the streets. Eventually the three of you ran out of food as they wilted away and became the ‘devils’ themselves.You had found out pretty early on that everyone in the world was already infected with the virus—all it took was just for their hearts to stop. Despite whatever happened in the past, they were still your parents and putting them down was still something you mourned about. It was just shorter than everyone else

When you got out of the house, you got lucky because a Heinz truck crashed right in front of your home. It was months worth of food. So you would take everything in as much as you can, going back and forth between your house and the truck. You survived out of sheer luck.

After a few months, you saw a few men come up to the truck to grab whatever that was left. There weren’t enough for them but they took it anyway. You hid away, afraid to be seen by other people—you barely talked to people back then other than your parents, how were you supposed to do that now?

The men started searching the houses and eventually they found you. You were scared, so you ran but they assured you they can take you back to their camp and you will be safe. You trusted them, it ended in your favor.

That’s how you ended up in the prison camp. The two men that saved you were Glenn and Rick.

It was hard to assimilate at first but you tried your best. Since they have saved you, you felt the desperate need to earn your keep. Everything that they offered, you would volunteer. It was simple tasks at first, mainly involving stuff in the prison. After a few months, you started becoming closer to the Greenes. reminded you of your family except they were loving and caring—not manipulative and controlling.

“Listen up, we need a group to go on runs” Rick’s voice boomed through the echoes of the cell block, “We got food but this is not gonna last us long. We need other supplies as well. This is a big place, I plan on staying here for the long-term”

“Well that’s easy, count me and Maggie in” Glenn stated as Maggie agreed.

“No, I need you guys on a separate duty for today. I need a group to go loot for the medical supplies. My best bet is Daryl but of course, we need someone who knows about it to help him find the items”

“I’ll go” Hershel already stood up as Daryl scowled.

“I respect that, but I’m not bringing you on my bike” Daryl protested. Hershel looked offended.

“Well, I may not be as skinny as I used to but damn boy” Hershel contended as you held back your laugh.

A thought came into your head. “I can go with, Daryl” You raised your hands as Hershel gasps. “I know everything about medical supplies—Hershel taught me, so it would be helpful for me to go” Daryl lets out an exasperated sigh,

“Absolutely not, girl” Hershel objected, he had a worried look on his face. You wanted to protest against him, you really do but you became so accustomed to your past, you didn’t say anything—especially to Hershel who had been like a father figure to you.

“I think she can do it. I believe in her. It’s the reality now, sooner or later she gotta learn. This helps her” You mouthed a thank you to Maggie for defending you. Hershel still looks hesitant but he couldn’t deny that Maggie was right. You were faced with the real world. What if anything happens to the group, you’re alone and you couldn’t survive? You couldn’t scavenge for supplies. Last time you got lucky, and you’re not going to be lucky all the time. The thought dawned upon everyone since you had no experience outside before.

And no one can deny Daryl is the best person to teach her.

You never actually spent enough time with Daryl to get to know him. He was just someone you would stare at from afar. Something about him you find oddly attractive but you would never admit it to anyone. There were times where you tried to talk to him but it seems like he always ignores you or at-most gives you one-worded responses. At one point, you also thought he hated you.

“Alright, I guess that’s that then” Rick nodded in agreement, “Daryl, you have plenty of time today to teach her a few things. Make sure you do that. You listen to Daryl, no matter what he says. Okay?”

You nodded meekly as you glanced at Daryl who was already looking at you. Daryl suddenly heads out, for some reason you took that as a sign to follow him. Daryl stood there with his arms crossed as he glared at you.

“Are you out of your damn mind?!” Daryl barked, swinging his arms around in frustration. You noticed he did that a lot. “You wanna get yourself killed, s’that it?”

“No, I want to help. I can just sit around all day and do nothing. What if I'm ever stranded alone? I need to learn, Daryl” You argued softly and it made Daryl extremely frustrated, like he could not comprehend what you had just said. “I don’t understand why you’re so against teaching me something. If you cannot do that, I’ll ask Rick”

“I’ll teach ya” He gruffed, “But you listen to everything I say. You don’t listen, I’ll make sure ‘ya ass stays home”

You smiled at him, but not a sweet smile—a smile that tells him you won. It annoys him to the brim. He shook his head as he kept his glare at you. Daryl handed you a knife, “You remember how to hold it?” You almost wanted to say no, just because you wanted him to show you, “Why you smilin’ like an idiot?”

“Sorry” Your smile dropped as you took the knife from him.

“Listen, I don’t give a crap what happens to you—but if something happens to you, I’m gonna get shit for it. Now, quit messin’ around” Daryl pointed at you, a huge scowl appeared in his face. Your heart clenched at his words, as you nodded at him, silently following him to the fences. “Take a few walkers out, hit the brain—not anywhere else”

You still didn’t say anything. You stared at the rotten flesh growling and snarling at you through the fences as you cringed. The smell was absolutely horrifying, it’s something incomparable to anything you’ve ever smelled before. You tried to stab their heads, the knife going through the skull easier than expected. You kept doing it to a few as they dropped completely dead on the floor.

“How long are we going to do this?” You complained. Daryl was just sitting behind you supervising like it’s your first day at a new job.

“That’s enough” He got up from the grass, as he walked towards you. He looked at you up and down, sighing as he noticed what you were wearing, “Don’t you have anything better to wear?”

You looked down at your long dress, cream colored but stained with dried and oxidized blood. You frowned as you shook your head. “I washed my clothes this morning”

Daryl suddenly took off his leather jacket and handed it over to you, “Wear this, it’ll at least cover up the weak spots so walkers can’t bite you. When we go out, look for clothes for yourself. One that’s more suitable for the end of the world”

When you wore his jacket, it swallowed you whole. You zipped it up to ensure that it wouldn’t fall off. For a moment, Daryl was staring at you way too long as you just stood there awkwardly. He seemed to snap back to reality as he stared at a random tree behind you.

You smiled, the jacket smelled like him. You didn’t know why but you brought it up to your nose and smelled it.

“You’re weird, quit doing that” Daryl pointed out.

“Smells nice” You stated. He just shook his head as he told you to get ready to get on his bike. “What about you, you’re kind of exposed” You pointed to his sleeveless shirt, again, staring at his arms like a weirdo.

“I’ll be fine”

This would be your first run. You’d hope that everything went well.

.

When you come to think of it. Daryl barely taught you anything. It made you wonder if he really did not care enough about your well-being or he was just confident he would keep you alive. Right now, you were just grateful that this town was nearly empty. He was silent the whole way, he had told you you needed to keep quiet the whole way. Again, you weren’t sure if that’s for the walkers or if he just doesn’t want to speak to you.

You followed behind him closely on the road looking at the stores that might be useful.

You spot a clothing store as you tapped Daryl on the shoulder, pointing at the store as he nodded and you both made your way towards it.

You looked for a long sleeve shirt, and some cargo pants—you weren’t exactly sure if jeans would be practical. Cargo pants have pockets, that would be useful. You tried to look for a fitting room but there weren’t any.

“Daryl, can you look the other way? There’s no fitting room” Daryl nodded awkwardly, he stared straight at the front door. He could still see you in the corner of his eyes but barely enough to make up anything. He cleared his throat as he just stood there. You turned away from him, slipping the dress off from your shoulders. For a moment, Daryl moved just a bit and it was enough to catch a glimpse of your bare shoulders, to your back and down to your hips. You heard Daryl mutter something underneath his breath as you turned around, only to catch him walking to the main entrance to guard it. You shrugged it off as you slipped on the clothes, “All done”

“Hmm” He grunted, he walked out of the store without sparing you a glance.

“Wait, here’s your jacket”

“Keep it. Less chances to get bit” He dismissed as you listened to him, putting it back on. It was quite hot these days but the protection was more important over your comfort.

“What did you do before all of this happened?” You tried to make small talk and keep your voice at a minimum. You had your hands in your pocket as you walked alongside him, walking towards the pharmacy. “I’m curious”

“Don’t matter—everything’s dead now” He grumbled as you sighed in disappointment. Maybe if he doesn’t want to talk, you’ll just talk about yourself. You were bored, there was nothing happening and you needed brain stimulation. Being with Daryl is surprisingly the most unstimulating thing ever, maybe it’s because he just hates you.

“I think I’ve become pretty good at medical, I really like it”

“At least you have one useful skill in ‘ya” You glared at him, desperately trying to hold yourself from hitting him—in a joking manner of course. You always do that with Maggie, if you do that with Daryl he would probably drive an arrow in between your eyes.

“Back in my home, my family was very strict with me. They wanted me to be the best at everything. I have so many hobbies that it is stupid and useless now that I think about it. Nothing I did was good enough for them, maybe that’s why I don’t miss them so much. I’m a little upset, but I would be even more upset if anything happened to my family here at the prison. It was so hard adjusting to the Greenes, they were just such a loving family and caring for each other and I was not used to it. I love being with them”

“They are nice folks” You smiled because you at least got a response from him.

You arrived at the pharmacy as you immediately grabbed everything you needed for everyone. Daryl was behind you stacking up on whatever was on the shelf. Suddenly you felt a pull on your shoulder. It was a walker. You bit your tongue, because you remembered how Daryl said they were attracted to noise. You merely whimpered when the walker gripped your shoulders, trying to bite you. You had never been so scared for your life, coming so close to one of them. The walker was snarling in your face as you tried to push it away. You wanted to cry but if you cried, more would come.

Suddenly, a knife impaled the back of its skull as it dropped dead. Daryl breathed heavily as he pushed the walker off of you.

“What did I tell you about being more careful of your surroundings?” He hissed as you quietly apologized. He noticed the tears welling up in your eyes as his gaze softened. “You did good for not screaming, at least we can walk out here without worrying about them ‘comin”

You didn’t know if it was to comfort you, or it is for his own good. You decided to choose the latter.

As you walked back, the silence was killing you again. You couldn’t stand it. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?” You questioned him absentmindedly and met with silence, you hummed already expecting it.

“Nah,” Daryl denied, “Not my thing, mostly fucked around back then but never that girlfriend-boyfriend shit”

“What’s that?” You asked him and it made Daryl turn his head towards you in disbelief, “What’s fuck around?” When you glanced at him, he was already looking at you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re being serious?” You nodded at him, resulting in him chuckling at you in amusement, “You know, like having sex with a bunch of people without the attachments?”

Daryl noticed how you went completely silent right after. Keeping your head down as you look at your feet walking on the road. Daryl knew it got you flustered and then he realized it.

“You never had sex before?” You visibly winced at his question, something so crass and filthy coming out of his mouth. Daryl didn’t want to push you any further so he just kept quiet.

“I never even kissed anyone” You muttered quietly in embarrassment, “I always wanted to know what it's like to kiss someone. I’ve never seen it, my parents don't show affection towards each other but I heard about it. It has to be with someone that you love, right?”

“Don’t need to be, you can kiss or fuck someone and not love ‘em—as long as it benefits you” Daryl stated plainly, “It’s amazing how you went out this long and haven’t done anything yet—at your age, especially”

“How does it benefit you?”

“It feels good”

Daryl didn’t know it but when he said that, it made it feel like an obligation to you. He didn’t mean anything, because when he was as young as you he was batshit insane and everyone around him was the same as well. Nowadays, it was not something he needed or something that was important to him, what’s important was keeping his group alive.

Now it almost felt like you had this checklist of the things you wanted to do. However, you did not know how to do them. You have the freedom now, and you can could do whatever you want.

“Can you teach me?” It was innocent enough and that was what shocked him. He barely knows you and you barely know him. He had completely stopped in his tracks when you asked him that.

“There are a lot of things I can be doing right now or in the future, teaching you how to kiss somebody is not my priority” Daryl stated slowly, as if it was a warning, “People out here are dying and you want me to teach you how to ‘makeout’? Don’t be stupid”

You frowned at his response, embarrassment started to creep up as you stayed silent. But it was starting to become deafening so you had to say something, “I’m sorry, maybe I’ll ask Rick instead”

There it was again, that tone that makes him wonder if you were actually thick. Because behind those words there was no malicious intent, it was genuine. You were being genuine and it honestly shocks him.

“Are you serious? The man just lost his wife” He snapped in disbelief.

“Maybe it would make him happy?” That’s when Daryl realized you were being serious. He knew the minute you got back, you were actually gonna ask Rick this stupid question and he did not know how Rick would respond. Maybe he agreed, maybe it would get him through his grief.

Something about it doesn’t sit right with him, and it was stupid—why would he be bothered about you kissing Rick instead? The thought alone made him cringe because he felt like he was a stupid kid. Earlier you had said you would ask Rick to teach you how to kill walkers and even that didn’t sit right with him.

“Fine” Daryl looked at you, “I’ll teach you” Daryl gave in.

“Okay” You responded simply.

Daryl noticed the smile on your face, and he did not understand why you were so happy. He didn’t know you, he didn’t know the past you had—all the things you didn’t get to do.

What could go wrong? It’s just a kiss right? It’s not like anything he hasn’t done before.

Quarry Camp:

In the early days, the world was fresh in its death, nerves raw with everyone on edge. 

Daryl was a ghost at the edges of the group, crossbow always in hand, resentment simmering under his skin from Merle’s absence and the constant babysitting of these soft strangers. You were useful, another set of eyes, a decent shot and not afraid to get dirty. That was all it was.

He didn’t talk much, never did but one night after a supply run gone tense, the quarry’s humid air thick with insect noise and distant moans of the dead, he cornered you behind the tree line, away from the flickering campfires. His hand landed heavily on your hip, callused fingers digging in as yours did the same over the tent in his jeans.

“Need this,” he growled low, more a statement than a question. 

He spun you against a thick trunk, rough bark scraping your palms as he yanked your pants down just enough. His own jeans were shoved low on his hips, cock already hard and leaking from the day’s pent-up rage and there was no kissing. 

He spat in his palm, slicked himself once and pushed in a raw and thick, burning stretch that made your teeth clench. He fucked like he was punishing the world with brutal, shallow thrusts at first and then deeper, hips snapping with frustrated force. One hand fisted your hair while the other gripped your waist hard enough to bruise as grunts and low curses spilled from him.

“Fuck…tight…f–shit,” voice gravelly and breathless.

It was quick and ugly. He came with a choked groan, hips stuttering as he forcefully pulled out, then quickly tucked himself away while you were still catching your breath, slick dripping down your thighs. He quickly wiped you with a rag from his pocket, offered a nod and he was gone back to his tent. There was no aftercare or additional words because it was a matter of convenience and release, in the same way he would scratch an itch or hunt for food.

CDC:

The CDC felt like false hope wrapped in sterile walls. Everyone was drunk on wine and the illusion of safety while Daryl was still on the outside of the main room, distrust thick in his veins but the alcohol loosened his tongue just a fraction. You ended up in a dim side corridor after everyone else had passed out or paired off.

He was a little less feral here, still no tenderness but the frustration had changed into survival-fueled need mixed with the knowledge that tomorrow might be the end. He pulled you into a shadowed lab room and bent you over a cold metal table, pushing your jeans down and shoving your shirt up so he could look at your strengthening back muscles. His mouth was on your neck this time, biting more than kissing, teeth scraping skin as he lined up and sank in with one rough thrust.

“Keep quiet,” he muttered against your ear with a thick voice. His pace was steadier but still punishing, hips slapping loud in the empty room as the table creaked under you.

He reached around, rough fingers finding your clit and rubbing in messy circles, it was in no way skilled, mostly effective. You clenched around him and he cursed, low and filthy, pounding in harder as sweat dripped from his chest onto your back. When he came it was with a bitten-off groan, hips flush against your ass as he pulsed inside.

He lingered a second longer than at the quarry, forehead pressed briefly to your shoulder while he caught his breath but then he pulled out, helped yank your pants up with a grunt and left. This time, it was convenience with the faintest edge of mutual reliance now since you watched each other’s backs out there more than once.

Hershel’s Farm:

The farm brought fragile stability as days blurred into chores, patrols and quiet nights. Daryl was more integrated but still prickly, especially after Sophia. You hunted together now as silent but efficient partners in the woods and inevitably, that shared competence started bleeding into everything else.

Sex wasn’t random anymore. It happened after long days tracking, in abandoned barns  or deep in the woods where no one wandered. He still didn’t do ‘soft’ but there was more of a rhythm now and he made sure you came at least once.

One evening after a successful hunt, blood still under his nails, he tugged you up the ladder into the hayloft, moonlight filtering through the slats. He stripped you slowly, your shirt went first but he still hesitated to touch anywhere else. When he pushed inside, you were on your back in the hay, legs wrapped around his waist, his thrusts were deep and grinding, less frantic than before but still very blunt. Skin slapped and heavy breathing filled the space with the occasional low “Yeah…like that,” when you moaned or tightened around him.

He watched your face more, studying reactions like he studied tracks. One hand pinned your wrist above your head while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider so he could hit deeper. Sweat-slick and grunting, he fucked you until your legs shook and when you came, he didn’t stop, just kept that relentless pace until he followed, burying himself with a ragged groan and staying there longer, hips twitching.

Afterwards, he didn’t leave right away. He rolled off but stayed close, one arm draped heavy over your waist while you both breathed heavily. There was no ‘love talk’ or any real cuddling but there was a quiet acknowledgment, you were not just a warm body anymore. You were the one who moved silently with him through the trees, the one who didn’t flinch at his scars or his moods.

Respect was starting to root, even if feelings were still buried deep under layers of loss and survival.

The road after the barn burned:

The farm was ash and the group was scattered on the road, exhausted, hungry and hunted while nights were cold and the days brutal. You and Daryl fell into a rhythm of scouting ahead, hunting small game and watching each other’s backs without needing words. 

The sex became less about pure frustration and more about grounding each other in the chaos, two hardened survivors stealing heat and release when the weight of leadership and loss pressed too heavy.

One night the group camped in a tight circle of cars off a forgotten highway. You slipped away together into the tree line, far enough for privacy but close enough to hear if walkers or threats appeared. Daryl pulled you behind a thick oak, his crossbow leaned nearby within easy reach. 

The air smelled of pine and distant smoke. He was dirt-streaked and tense but his hands were sure when he turned you to face the tree. “C’mere,” he muttered, voice low and rough like gravel though you were starting to like it. He tugged your pants and underwear down to your knees in one motion, then freed himself, he was already hard, thick and flushed, veins prominent from the day’s adrenaline. He spat into his palm again, an old habit but this time he reached around and worked the slickness over your entrance with two rough fingers, opening you up properly for the first time in weeks.

When he pushed in it was still shallow, still a stretch that burned so good, too good, but slower. He bottomed out with a heavy exhale against the back of your neck while one arm braced on the trunk above your head, the other wrapped around your waist, holding you steadily against him. His thrusts started deep and rolling, in long strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, yet the slap of skin was muffled by the night. He grunted softly with each thrust, breath hot on your skin.

“Fuck…you feel good,” he admitted between clenched teeth. It definitely wasn’t sweet talk, it sounded more like pure honesty, a bit surprising. His hand slid down, callused fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm, steady circles in time with his hips. 

He was learning your body now, paying attention to the way you clenched and gasped, so when your legs started to shake, he didn’t speed up, he kept that relentless pace until you came hard around him, biting your own arm to stay quiet.

Only then did he let go, hips snapping sharper as he chased his own release. He came with a low, broken groan, pressing deep and staying buried while he pulsed inside you, forehead dropped to your shoulder. 

For a long minute he just breathed there with you, arm still banded around your middle like he just remembered what came after this. He pulled out carefully, helped you fix your clothes with surprisingly gentle hands, then wiped himself with a rag before offering it to you. 

You hunted together the next morning like always and the respect was palpable now. He trusted you with his life out there and the sex had become another way you took care of each other in a world that took everything.

The prison (Before the Governor):

Prison walls finally offered something like safety with its cells, fences and routines. Daryl was more settled but still carried the weight of the group on his shoulders. 

You two shared a cell more often than not as the weeks passed and the sex reflected that. It was still rough around the edges but laced with intimacy born of partnership since you had bled together, killed together and kept the group alive together.

Late one night after a long watch shift, the prison was quiet except for distant walker groans outside the fences. You were in the lower bunk of a cell in another block, the place you usually went to when you needed to get away from the group. Daryl climbed in after you, his body heavy and warm as he pressed you into the thin mattress. No words were needed before he stripped you both efficiently, hands roaming your sides and mapping scars he had memorized by now.

He settled between your thighs, cock heavy and leaking against your soaked pussy. This time he took his time entering, thick inch by inch, watching your face in the dim light filtering through the bars. Once he was fully seated he paused, hips flush, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open. “Good?” he rasped, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded and he started moving deeply with precise thrusts that rocked the bunk frame quietly. His mouth found your neck then, sucking marks that would be hidden by a high-neck shirt in the morning.

He fucked you like a man who knew exactly what you needed after a hard day. One hand pinned your hip while the other braced beside your head and the angle let him grind against your clit with every thrust. His grunts were low and guttural, “That’s it…take it…fuck, too good of a habit to quit.” The words slipped out heavily with the truth of your partnership as he was claiming you in the only way he knew how.

When you came he rode it out, stroking you through it until you were trembling, then he let himself go, burying deep with a choked groan, hips stuttering as he filled you. He collapsed half on top of you afterward, breathing hard against your neck with one arm wrapped around your waist. He didn’t pull out immediately, he stayed inside you, softening, while his thumb stroked lazy circles on your skin, yet there were no grand declarations but the protectiveness was there in every touch. You were his hunting partner, his cellmate, the one person he let see the cracks and he realized how respect had become bone-deep loyalty.

The prison (After the Governor):

The Governor’s attack left scars, literal and otherwise. The prison was damaged, the group fractured and trust in short supply. Daryl was darker now, angrier and more withdrawn after losing so many, as a result, the sex turned fiercer, punishing in its intensity but it was still the one place where the two of you could reconnect without the weight of leadership crushing you.

After a brutal day reinforcing defenses and scouting for revenge, he found you in that same secluded cell block and tension rolled off him in waves, same with you. He pushed you against the cold concrete wall, removing your boots, yanking your pants down roughly while his own were haphazardly shoved low by you. He was rock hard, angry-hard and he spat on his cock before hiking your thigh up and driving into you in one brutal thrust.

“Need you,” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing the shell. There was no warmup that time, he fucked you hard and fast with deep, punishing strokes that lifted you onto your toes. The slap of skin echoed as his hand wrapped around your throat lightly, holding you possessively while the other remained at your thigh, fingers gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints. “Don’t you fuckin’ leave me too,” he snarled between thrusts, voice cracking with everything he wouldn’t say outright.

It was desperate and sweat dripped. Your moans mixed with his grunts as he angled to hit that spot inside you relentlessly until you shattered around him, clenching so tight he cursed viciously. He followed right after, slamming deep and staying there, cock pulsing as he spilled hot and thick inside you with a long moan.

He stayed pressed against your front for a long time, breathing ragged, arms caging you in until he softened and pulled out, resting his forehead against yours for a silent moment, allowing rare vulnerability. Then he helped clean you up with hands steadier than his mood. 

The partnership was ironclad now, he would kill for you without hesitation and the sex was how he reminded you and himself that you were still here, still his to protect in this brutal world. There weren’t any feelings yet but the foundation was set, layered with deep respect, fierce loyalty and a bone-deep need that only grew stronger with every loss.

Alexandria (Before Negan):

Alexandria’s walls felt like a different world between the clean houses, running water and the people still trying to pretend the dead weren’t out there. Daryl was uncomfortable with the softness and domesticity but he was adapting. You two had a house now, a shared space and inevitably, the sex changed noticeably. The frustration and pure convenience were gone since respect had deepened into vulnerability and feelings started to surface in the quiet moments after, now that there was a space they could live in safely.

One night the house was quiet and the neighborhood asleep. You were in the bedroom you shared, moonlight cutting through the curtains when Daryl came back from a late watch, still wired. He found you already in bed and stripped slowly, eyes locked on you the entire time and when he climbed over you, his touch was still callused and sure but there was a new reverence in it.

He kissed you now in deep, hungry kisses that tasted like want and something softer. His mouth trailed down your neck, sucking marks you no longer hid and he took his time undressing you, hands mapping every inch like he was memorizing you all over again. 

When he finally pushed inside, it was slow and thick, stretching you open with a groan that vibrated against your throat, though you didn’t need to be quiet now.

“Goddamn…always so good for me,” he murmured, voice rough but laced with emotion he couldn’t quite hide. His hips rolled in deep and steady thrusts, they had grown confident and controlled, hitting every spot that made your back arch. He was fully present, watching your face and adjusting his angle whenever your breath caught. 

One hand laced with yours above your head while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider so he could sink even deeper.

The pace built gradually making your skin slick with sweat as the bed creaked softly. He ground against your clit with every thrust, low grunts mixing with your moans. “Been keeping those sounds away from me? Those are mine now,” he whispered against your lips, it was the first time he said it quite like that, claiming in a way that carried weight. When you came he rode it through, kissing you through the tremors, then let himself follow, burying deep with a ragged groan as he filled you, hips stuttering with the intensity of it.

He stayed inside you for a long minute, then rolled you both so you were draped over his chest, arms wrapped around you as one hand stroked slowly up and down your back. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, small and hesitant but at least there was no more bolting and no more walls to keep up. The feelings were there now, quiet and extremely terrifying for a man who had lost everything. He held you like you were the one thing in this world he refused to let slip away.

The Hilltop:

Hilltop brought new alliances, new dangers and new responsibilities. The relationship had settled into something solid by then as sex reflected his growing confidence, he knew what he wanted, knew what you needed and he gave it without hesitation.

You stole a night in one of the smaller trailers on the outskirts. The air was cooler, tension from recent runs still humming under his skin as he pulled you onto the narrow bed, stripping you both with practiced hands. He was harder and more assured now in what the two of you had built.

He went down on you first, something that had become more common. His rough stubble scraped your inner thighs, tongue and lips relentless and skilled from practice before two thick fingers curled inside you while he sucked on your clit until your hips bucked and you came against his mouth with a muffled cry. Only then did he climb up, cock heavy and dripping as he slid into your soaked pussy in one smooth thrust.

“Fucking…perfect,” he growled, voice low and gravelly. His thrusts were powerful and confident in deep, rolling strokes that made the bed frame knock against the wall. He pinned your wrists lightly, mouth on your neck, sucking fresh marks while he fucked you steady and hard. He changed angles until he found the one that made you keen, then exploited it mercilessly, hips snapping with precision.

The possessiveness was stronger now, mixed with open care. “Stay with me,” he rasped between thrusts. “Ain’t losin’ you out there.” When you clenched around him and came again he groaned loudly, following you over the edge and burying himself to the hilt as he spilled hot and deep, hips grinding through the pulses.

After, he cleaned you both with a warm cloth from the basin, then pulled you tight against him under the thin blankets. His hand rested on your hip, thumb stroking lazy circles and he talked more now, just quiet murmurs about the day, about worries for the group and about how you made the weight feel bearable. The man who once fucked you against a tree and left was gone, this Daryl held you like you were home.

Alexandria (After Negan):

Negan’s shadow had left its mark of blood, loss, captivity and war. Daryl was harder again in some ways but with you he was open like he never was before. The sex, when he could finally indulge in it, was emotional, a release and a reaffirmation that you both had survived. He had lost too many and the fear of losing you fueled everything.

Back in your shared house in Alexandria, the first night after Negan and the Saviors were successfully defeated by the group, he was on you the moment the door closed and he kissed you like a man drowning with deep and desperate hands roaming everywhere. Clothes came off in a frantic trail to the bedroom and once you reached it, he lifted you onto the bed, spread your thighs wide and buried his face between them first, eating you out with single-minded hunger until you were shaking and oversensitive.

Then he was inside you, thick and stretching you out perfectly. He fucked you with deep, shallow strokes, hips snapping against yours with control. Every thrust carried the weight of relief, love he still struggled to name and inevitably, the fear of tomorrow. 

“Can’t lose you,” he growled against your mouth, voice breaking. “You hear me? You’re it for me.”

He laced your fingers together, pinning your hands beside your head while he drove into you. The pace was relentless and the sound of skin slapping obscene as sweat-slick bodies moved together. He watched your face the entire time, drinking in every moan and flutter like it was the first time and when you came he didn’t stop, he kept fucking you through it until you were sobbing his name and cumming again, then finally let go with a deep, guttural moan, emptying himself inside you in long, pulsing waves that sounded painful.

He collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms immediately, holding you so tight it was almost bruising. He buried his face in your neck, breathing you in and apologizing for being so “gone” which you immediately corrected even as he pressed soft kisses to your temple and shoulder. His hand stroked your hair, your back and anywhere he could reach because there was no hiding anymore, the feelings were overflowing and terrifying. He whispered rough promises against your skin, about how he would always come back to you and how he would protect what you had built together.

This Daryl was confident, devoted and deeply in love, even if the words still came slowly. The evolution was complete in its own way, from frustrated quick fucks in the woods to this raw, emotional and unbreakable connection without a place to hide.

The Commonwealth:

Years had carved their marks deep into both of you. The Commonwealth offered structure, safety, even a fragile sense of normalcy with its bustling streets, electricity and attempts at governance but Daryl had seen too many utopias crumble. You were the one constant he refused to lose, the one person who had walked every mile of hell beside him, from quarry dirt to these polished Commonwealth streets. The sex between you now was no longer just release or partnership, it was love made physical and intricate, a language only the two of you fully understood. It was slow when time allowed and desperate when the ghosts pressed close, always profound.

One night in your shared apartment, modest by Commonwealth standards but private and secure, Daryl returned from a long day helping with outer perimeter checks. The weight of old habits lingered in his shoulders, his crossbow still strapped nearby even there. 

You met him at the door and the moment his eyes locked on yours, the tension changed. He pulled you into a deep, claiming kiss, hands sliding under your shirt to feel warm skin, thumbs brushing the familiar scars he knew by heart and clothes were shed without rush but with purpose, leaving a trail through the living room into the bedroom. The bed was larger than any you had shared before, dressed in soft sheets that still felt foreign against skin used to rough blankets and forest floors.

Daryl laid you down like something precious, his body covering yours, heavy, solid and safe while his mouth explored with patient hunger, kissing down your throat, across your collarbone, sucking one nipple until it pebbled under his tongue while his callused hand palmed the other breast. He moved lower, broad shoulders spreading your thighs wide as he settled between them.

His stubble scraped deliciously against sensitive skin while his tongue parted your folds, licking long, slow stripes before focusing on your clit with precise, relentless circles. Two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling just right, pumping steadily as he sucked and licked until your back arched and your fingers fisted in his long hair. He didn’t stop when you came the first time, drawing it out and savoring every flutter and gasp, murmuring low praises against your slick flesh, “Tha’s it…let me hear ya…so fuckin’ beautiful f’me.”

When he finally climbed back up, his cock was heavy, flushed dark and leaking. He held your gaze as he pushed in, stretching you open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

A deep groan escaped him at the tight heat and for a long moment he stayed there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air. “Can’t lose you,” he whispered, voice rough and cracked with years of unsaid terror. “Lost too many…not you, never you. I’ll be selfish ‘bout tha’” 

Then he began to move in deep, rolling thrusts that ground against every sensitive spot inside you. His hips moved with confident precision, the years of learning your body were evident in every stroke. One hand laced with yours, pinning it beside your head as  the other gripped your hip, tilting you just right so he could sink even deeper.

The rhythm built gradually, skin sliding hot and slick together as the wet sounds of sex filled the room alongside his low grunts and your moans. He kissed you through it, messily and open-mouthed, tongues tangling as his pace turned harder and more possessive. He moved to hook one of your legs higher around his waist, changing the angle until you were crying out with every thrust. “Gonna marry ya,” he growled against your neck, teeth grazing the skin he had marked a thousand times before. “‘S always been ya. My home…my reason.” The words were sparse but heavy with everything he felt, the love, the fear and devotion of a man who had finally found something worth living for after the world ended.

When you came again, clenching hard around him, he rode it out with gritted teeth, prolonging your pleasure until you were trembling and oversensitive. Only then did he let go, thrusts turning deep and erratic, hips snapping as he buried himself as far as possible and came with a long, broken groan. You felt every pulse, every hot spurt of thick cum as he filled you, marking you from the inside like he always had. He stayed buried deep, hips making tiny, involuntary rocks while he softened, savoring the connection. His arms wrapped around you, rolling you both so you were draped across his chest as his hand stroked slow, soothing lines up and down your spine.

"Ya wanna do wha'?" Daryl asked you already the second time - still blinking and still in disbelief. "You heard me, Dar." The archer blinked, then shook his head. "Yer sum'thin' else woman. Swear 't god."

This hadn't been the first time you had come to your boyfriend with a new 'idea' or crazy suggestion. Whenever it was a run, an escape plan, pastime at home in Alexandria or even home decoration - it was never boring with you. But this... This put everything on a whole new level and admittedly changed the way Daryl saw you - at least a little. He thought he knew you well after almost six months of being your significant other, but the archer had to admit that he was wrong about this.

"'Kay..." He started, "Lemme process this real quick, sunshine..." and took a breath to sort his thoughts. "Jus' 't make sure I get this right... Ya want me 't... hunt ya down like a fuckin' deer, drag ya in a cabin or sum'thin' and..." He had to pause in order to form the right words with a blush already creeping up his face. "Take yer... yer virginity."

You nodded with a big smile and clapped your hands - like a toddler who just solved a puzzle on their own. "Exactly, babe."

Daryl just stared at you for a solid minute and chewed on the inside of his bottom lip. But then...

"Nah," he said; shaking his head. "Why not?" You sighed; already pouting. "Dun wanna hurt ya or sum'thin'. Ya never... a-and I... Nah."

You were still a virgin, yes. That much was true. It took you quite a while to come around and 'confess' to your partner since the archer was your first proper boyfriend - and sex wasn't a topic you both were super confident to talk about. Daryl, though, took it with the utmost respect and gentleness. He never forced you into anything - and never would. You promised to give him your virginity - but he never anticipated that you'd go along and ask him to take it like this.

"You're not gonna hurt me, babe. I promise. We're gonna chose a safe word and all. It's gonna be fine. And hot. And thrilling! Just imagine it!" He scoffed; still not quite convinced. "Told ya I wanted 't do this right... Proper bed 'n all. Romantic shit." "And I told you I don't want romantic shit and not lose it the normal, boring way." Daryl scoffed again. He really wanted to 'do it right' - but if that was what you preferred...

The archer sighed and nodded. "'Kay." You let out an excited squeal and tugged at his biceps; rocking up and down on your heels. "But if somethin' ain't right we're gonna stop right away." You nodded again. "Promise," you smiled and pulled him down for a kiss; saying 'Thank you'.

"Ya really sure ya wanna do it? Yer ready 'n comfortable enough?" Your partner checked in on you once more; wanting to be truly on the safe side. "Yes, babe. One hundred percent sure."

A few days later, a 'plan' was made and a safe word determined, before Daryl would go 'hunting'. The weather was nice. Not too hot, not too cold. Nothing on both your schedules. Daryl gave you a head start, of course. He was a little nervous about this all - but also excited. He couldn't deny that. You were right about this whole scenario. It was kinda hot.

An hour after you left Alexandria, Daryl followed. "Going on a hunt?" Eugene asked the man since he was on guard duty. Daryl adjusted the knives on his belt. No crossbow today, but prepared and armed nevertheless. He gave his friend something close to a nod, "Sum'thin' like that, yeah." stepped out of the gates and left a confused Eugene behind.

Once outside the safety of the walls, the archer scanned his surroundings - and instantly started to track you down.

Let the game begin.

And for Daryl, this game was very easy. He was an excellent tracker. Sure, you didn't really cover your tracks, but still. It wasn't much of a challenge for him. Within about an hour, he had almost caught up to you - and once he did, the fun really began.

You tried to hide from him, of course. Naturally. Your goal was to run from him as long as possible - and the thought was thrilling.

You were hiding behind a thick tree; trying to stay as quiet as possible with your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. Adrenaline. Excitement. Anticipation - of what was to happen.

And Daryl? Daryl was locked in. You had asked for this - and he'd make sure you got what you wanted. He could've sworn he had already smelled you from a few miles away. The sweet scent of your shampoo in combination with the detergent you used. He was like a shark in the ocean... He had smelled blood - and now he was going to bite.

Daryl wetted his lips and once more scanned his surroundings; standing absolutely still and listening to every sound that urged to his ears. The different songs of birds. Bees and gnats humming. Crickets chirping. Luckily no sounds of the undead which roamed the earth.

His senses were sharpened to the brim; waiting for you to make that one mistake. Daryl knew you were close - or well, that he was close. All he needed was a last hint - and in your 'recklessness', you freely gave it to him. Since the woods around you had started to get suspiciously quiet - too quiet, you dared to risk a gaze from behind the safety of the tree which hid you - a mistake. You knew you had fucked up the very moment your eyes met the blue ones of your hunter from a distance.

So you started to run; hoping to be faster than him and able to escape.

And Daryl started to run as well; now truly hunting you down.

You were good. Quick on your feet - but not as fast as Daryl. He picked up his pace; caught up to you within seconds - and before you could even try or react, a strong, thick arm wrapped itself around your waist from behind. "Gotcha, sunshine," Daryl panted in your ear and sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't fight him, of course. Why should you? The hunter had caught his prey successfully.

Exhausted from all the running, your body slumped down - causing the archer's biceps around your body to bulge in order to hold you and let you down gently.

Sure, he helped you live out your sexual fantasy, but that didn't mean he was going to hurt you or let you hurt yourself.

As you laid on the cool forest ground; still catching your breath, Daryl towered over you - and it was without a doubt one of the hottest views you ever had of him - of a man in general. The sun shone from above him; brightening his dark brown curls and creating a halo around his silhouette. Sweat glistened on his biceps and arms. The black shirt with the torn off sleeves tightened around his upper body with each heaving breath he took; making the worn buttons fight for their life. His rugged jeans with the patches was slightly covered in dirt and resin from the hunt; hanging lower on his hips than usual from the running. Piercing blues gazing down at you.

You had always considered Daryl to be nothing but gorgeous and attractive - but this... This was a whole new dimension of sexiness - and the man didn't even try.

You swallowed hard; feeling another wave of arousel strike your core. It was nothing new, but exciting for sure.

"A'right," Daryl started and reached in the back pocket of his jeans to get the small rope he packed. "Time 't take home wha's mine. Caught ya fair 'n square," he stated with the tiniest smirk and crouched down to tie your wrists together with the rope. Work-worn, skilled hands went to work, while you just watched and stared. Fuck.

It got even worse (in the best way) when he also blindfolded you with the red rug he always carried around. Your breath hitched.

"Where are you going to take me?" It was a question fitting for your 'role', but one you truly didn't know the answer to. Finding a fitting place to do those sinful things you both had in mind had been Daryl's task. He knew the woods better than anyone, so... You left it up to him.

"Ya'll see." His deep, gruff voice announced, before he swiftly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. A small queak of surprise left your lips as Daryl manhandled you easily to carry you through the woods to his chosen destination.

Despite the fact that all your senses were sharpened, you trusted Daryl with your life - literally. Blindfolded, handcuffed - easy prey for the dead and the living.

It didn't take Daryl that long to reach his destination - a hidden cabin he had found already months ago and often used as a sleeping accommodation when he was out on a run or hunting. The cabin was secluded and safe - the perfect place outside Alexandria for what Daryl was about to do to you.

Opening the wooden door, he carried you inside, made sure the safety measures applied again - he wouldn't want a walker to stumble in on you, and gently tossed you on the new King-sized mattress the archer had scavenged for the bed inside said cabin. The old one was ratty and quite frankly disgusting. He always preferred to sleep on the floor instead. But not today. Today, Daryl was prepared. He even spread out a freshly washed blanket from home over the bed. Sure, you said you didn't want to lose your virginity the 'romantic' way, but he wouldn't be Daryl if he didn't make sure that you were at least comfortable.

Then he went to untie the rope around your wrists again and take the blindfold off your eyes. You looked around; taking in your environment. You couldn't help it. Since the end of the world, your senses were sharpenend - always checking first if everything was safe. As if being able to read your thoughts, Daryl said: "Dun worry, bunny. Yer safe here. Gonna make sure 'a tha'." He shed all his knives and his angel-winged vest. "Now lemme unwrap my prey, eh?"

That sentence was - again, enough to sent a tingle down your spine.

Completely at his mercy, you let him get rid of all the unnecessary garments hiding your body - except your panties. No beating about the bush. His eyes screamed hunger, but they also held something soft; always making sure you were okay and comfortable.

Your partner admired your body; kissed your lips and every square inch he could reach, before he backed up to unbutton his black shirt and threw it aside. Daryl wasn't comfortable being shirtless around many people. You and Carol were the exception.

You were so entranced by the beauty of the man in front of you - scars and all, that you didn't even notice him stepping closer once more.

Until strong hands wrapped around your thighs - and swiftly pulled you to the edge of the bed with a little squeak leaving your lips.

"D-Dar? What are you up to?" The man looked up at you - darkness and hunger swallowing the blue in his eyes. "Caught 'm prey - only fair 't get a taste of wha's mine," he stated in a husky voice; gently pushing your legs open and keeping his palms splayed on your thighs to keep them open for him. Then he knelt down and bent over to bring his face on eye-level with your already electrified core. "Gonna devour tha' innocent lil' pussy," Daryl whispered in that deep timbre and flicked his tongue over the damp cotton of your panties; inhaling your scent - and you could've sworn that your brain crashed.

Error 404.

His words, that single gesture - it was enough to get your head spinning. A man was about to go down on you for the first time in your life. Daryl was about to go down on you for the first time ever. You'd experience things you never experienced before - and it was thrilling. The anticipation, excitement and arousal was a dangerous cocktail which flooded your veins.

"P-Please," was everything you were able to stammer out.

A little smirk tugged at the archer's lips before he licked over the fabric once again; softly suckling on the cotton - testing, teasing. You bit your lip; eyes not leaving him for even a second. Hell, you weren't even blinking; not wanting to miss a thing.

"Look atcha..." He whispered; gently tugging at your panties, "Barely even touched ya 'n yer already so ready fer me." and nibbling on them. He kept on teasing you for another moment which felt like an eternity and caused your hips to push further into him. "Dar, please..." You whined again - finally wanting to feel more; finally wanting to feel his mouth on you.

"Patience, bunny. Ya waited years fer the right man 't take yer innocence - now ya can wait five minutes longer." His words were firm but also sinful and made you whine again. Fuck. Of course, you were at his mercy and so he kept on teasing you. Biting, nibbling, mouthing at the piece of cotton underwear; driving you crazier with every passing minute.

Lucky for you, Daryl's patience wasn't eternal as well, so at one point his resolve broke as well; the arousal pumping through his veins begging him to finally eat you up like a piece of candy.

Thumbs hooked underneath the fabric and swiftly pulled them over your legs; carelessly throwing the garment aside. Without wasting another second, and before you were even able to comprehend what was going on now, he dove in.

"O-Oh my god," you squeaked out and gripped the blanket beneath you; legs quivering the moment you felt his hot, wet lips and tongue on you - and it was like an entire new world opened up to you. A feeling so intense, you never felt before. Daryl gave you one broad, lingering lick before he pulled away to ask: "Tha' good, bunny?"

A disbelieving, airy laugh slipped past your lips. "A-Are you kidding? D-Dar, it's something I've never felt before!" The archer smiled, "Good." and slightly adjusted his position. "Gonna make it even better for ya. Promise."

And he did keep that promise.

He lapped at you messily like you truly were his last meal; taking every drop of the sweet arousal you gave him. Not even five minutes in, he was nose-deep buried in your heat with your hand in his chestnut brown locks - a gesture that spurred him on even more as you discovered. Daryl growled against you and flicked his tongue faster, before he dipped the muscle inside you - switching between gently tongue-fucking you and suckling on that little sensitive nub.

And that was exactly what catapulted you quickly over the edge. "Fuck, Dar!" You literally cried out; fingers in his curls tightening before your whole body went numb against the bed as searing hot pleasure flooded you. Pleasure so intense you had never felt in your life. Daryl physically had to hold your hips down.

Of course, you had gotten yourself off before. You were a virgin - not a saint, but this... This was an entire new level. Mindblowing. Heart-stopping. You feared for a second that you were going to pass out from the intensity of it all. Daryl had positively catapulted you into another stratosphere - just with his mouth.

The man between your legs was very satisfied with his work and gently guided you through your high before pulling away. You needed a moment to recover; brain rebooting. "Ya good, sunshine?" Daryl's voice got through to you. You gave him a nod. "Ya still wanna keep goin'?" The archer broke his 'role' for a moment; checking in on you. Once again you nodded and added a hoarse, whispered: "Please." "A'right," Daryl said and adjusted his position once again; standing up.

Then you finally focused on your partner again - and his vision sent another delicious tingle straight downtown again. He was a mess. Drool and your sweet release everywhere. On his lips, chin, goatee - and even some on his nose. It almost looked like he had enjoyed this more than you had. Perhaps he did. Who knew?

Daryl's hands on your hips ripped you out of your thoughts again. He was gently pushing you further up the bed again to give him space to kneel on the mattress as well. Then he kissed up your pubic mound, navel and stomach until he reached your chest; shoving his still clothed thighs underneath yours. "Ya gonna lemme fuck ya now, bunny?" He mumbled against your skin and straightened up; watching you nod once again. "Yeah?" Daryl asked once more - to make sure, while letting his hand wander to the bulging front of his jeans. "Y-Yes. Please, Dar." He gave you a nod as well and watched how your gaze got stuck on the hand which rubbed himself over the fabric of his jeans.

Another smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Nah," he announced then; remembering that you had never seen a man's most intimate parts before - in a sexual way. "Gonna let ya feel me first. Ya want tha', bunny?" You absentmindedly licked your lips. The thought alone of feeling him - touching him caused your head to spin. "Y-Yes. Want that." "'Kay," the archer said and unzipped his jeans; making some room. "Gimme yer hand."

You sat up and did what he asked; gave him your hand. Daryl gently took your hand and guided it; slipped it inside his pants to let you feel and rub his hardness. An audible gasp left your lips at the new feeling against your hand. Firm, hot, pulsing flesh - and all just for you. "Feel tha'?" Of course, you could. "'S all for ya, bunny. Got me rock hard since I fuckin' left Alexandria." "Oh yeah?" You whispered and bit your lip while your hand kept on rubbing him. Daryl nodded; hips slightly bucking into your touch. "C-Can I... touch?"

A smile flickered over the archer's face. "'Course, ya can," he stated and instantly shifted to get rid of his pants and boxers. You watched him unpack his package with big, hungry eyes. Of course, you knew how a man's private parts were supposed to look - but you had never seen them in a sexual way. Until now.

And it caused you to gulp.

Daryl was a big boy - everything about him was, and so was his manhood as well. Thick, hot and pulsing; standing tall and proud between his legs. After shedding the rest of his clothes, he returned to his previous position between your legs; of course noticing your gaze on him.

"Whatcha sayin', bunny? All shy now or do ya still wanna touch?" "S-Still wanna touch," you answered right away; totally intrigued and more than excited. "'Kay. Gimme your hand again." You did what he asked and laid your hand in his.

Once again, Daryl guided your palm - but this time, he did something you hadn't seen coming. Something filthy - in the hottest way possible. He let some spit drool on your palm - for lubrication, and wrapped it around his length. You gasped at the feeling. He gently moved your closed fingers then up and down; letting you feel and explore. Once more you bit your lip; feeling him hot and heavy in your palm. You kept up the movements - even when Daryl's hand had already slackened around yours and fallen to your thigh. "Ya like tha', bunny? Rubbin' tha' dick? Givin' me a handjob?" You nodded; licking your lips.

"D-Do you like it? Am I doing this right?" Daryl softly squeezed the flesh of your thigh in return. "Yer doin' perfect. 'S real good." You smiled; satisfied and proud of yourself. After a long moment - when you gained a little more confidence, you increased the pace and even squeezed him gently from time to time, which caused the man's eyes to slip shut and a deep growl to fall from his lips.

Then your hand stopped - and Daryl reopened his eyes again to meet your gaze. "Do you... want to teach me how to... go down on you?" Daryl groaned again at your words. The mere thought of your mouth on him... Jesus Christ. But then again...

The archer shook his head, "Nah." and gently pried your hand away from his dick. "'M gonna show ya another time. This is 'bout ya. Not me," Daryl stated firmly and adjusted his position again; lining his hips up with yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him against you. Oh my gosh... This was real - and it was about to happen. "O-Okay," you stammered; anticipation but also slight nervousness flooding your veins. You trusted Daryl. Fully. But you couldn't help but feel your nevers a little.

The man nodded, "'N now relax." and trapped his cock between your folds. "Jus' feel." He pressed it down and moved his hips to let it glide through your slit; repeatedly bumping your little bundle of nerves. Daryl wanted to just let you adjust to the feeling and also lube himself up - making things easier. You moaned; legs twitching. Yet another sensation you hadn't felt before in your life.

The archer grinned as he felt you instinctively move your hips with his; wanting and creating more friction. "Feelin' good, bunny? Yer pussy likin' this dick, eh?" You nodded vehemently; eyes closed. He smirked again, then pulled back a little further to nudge the tip against your entrance. You gasped and literally froze; hand reaching out to grip his forearm. "D-Dar..." "Ya ready, bunny?" You nodded. "Y-Yes. Just go slow, p-please."

For a moment, Daryl's entire body language and expression shifted. "'O course, sunshine. I got ya," he said in a gentle voice - slipping from his 'role' once more. He leaned forward to kiss your forehead and steady himself properly. Then he lined himself up and slowly, carefully slipped inside you - inch after inch.

You would've lied if you said it didn't feel uncomfortable at first or even hurt a little, 'cause it was. Weird, strange - again, a whole new feeling. Once more, your breath hitched in your throat as a burning sensation spread from between your legs throughout your core. "D-Dar..." "I know, I know, 'm almost in. Doin' so good fer me, bunny," your partner whispered in a raspy voice; soothing and praising you simultaneously. "'K-Kay..."

While you clearly struggled a little to take him, Daryl had a very hard time holding himself back. He would, of course, because he didn't want to hurt you - but it took all his willpower to hold his primal instincts back. You were so tight and wet and warm - absolutely unfair. And watching you trying to swallow him whole wasn't helping as well.

With a last shift of his hips, he was buried inside you; giving you a moment to adjust and himself the opportunity to get his act together again. "'M in, bunny. Ya good?" He breathed; wanting to check in on you.

"Y-Yes, just feels... strange a-and... full." Daryl felt himself twitch at the word 'full'. Yeah, that was the point, right? "Yer gonna get used 't it. Promise. Gonna take real good 'a ya - 'n this pussy. She's mine now, after all. Claimed 'er fair 'n square." "A-All yours," you confirmed; taking deep, shaky breaths.

Another small smirk darted across his face at your words. "Tha's right. All mine," he whispered darkly and gave you an experimental thrust; slowly returning into his 'predator role'. You squeaked up - more in surprise than discomfort, but still; eyes fluttering at the sudden friction. After testing the waters, Daryl picked up a proper rhythm - slow but deep; starting out with missionary. The archer figured that this was probably the best position for your introduction into the world of sex.

Daryl's eyes were stuck on you; watching you intensely as he fucked you slow. "Feels good, bunny?" You nodded; biting your lip and fisting the blanket beneath you. "Uh.Huh. S-So good." Daryl's chest swelled with pride and he picked up the pace a little before he adjusted his hands; no longer pressing them against the mattress beneath him but rather gripping your hips. He straightened up a little to be more upright and get a better look at the delicious view of where your bodies were connected.

"Look atcha, bunny," he almost growled; watching his dick repeatedly slip in and out of you. "Pussy takin' me so good. Was made fer me." You moaned at the praise - borderline obscene, which got Daryl smiling boyish in return again; satisfied and happy that he was apparently doing his job right.

"Tha's how ya imagined this, bunny?" Daryl asked after quite a few thrusts; slightly out of breath. "Y-Yes, but..." You stammered out with a whine. It was hard to concentrate on words when your boyfriend did such sinful things to you.

"But what, bunny, huh? Use yer words. C'mon," he whispered and delivered a particular deep thrust which shortly knocked the air out of your lungs and totally threw you off track for a moment.

"M-More," you mumbled then; brain foggy with pleasure. "W-Want... more." Your words caused the archer to stop dead in his movements. He blinked and looked down at you through hazy eyes. "More? Ya want more?" You nodded; biting your lip.

And that was the moment Daryl entirely lost his composure. He had tried to hold back and keep things gentle for you and here you were now, telling him to give you more. His eyes darkened, "Ya want more?" as he adjusted his position between your legs. "Fine. 'M givin' ya more."

Daryl roughly lifted your legs up and pushed them back against your shoulders; gaining more leverage and switching into the mating press position. "Gonna give ya everything, bunny. More than ya can take," he growled lowly and started to thrust again. Hard, deep, quick; literally fucking you into the mattress. "O-Oh my god," you sobbed in pleasure; gripping his sweaty biceps tightly - nails digging into the muscular skin with your mouth hanging open in pleasure.

Nothing could be heard except your airy moans, skin slapping obscenely against skin and the occasional creaking of the bed beneath you.

"Tha' better, bunny, eh?" "F-Fuck, yes!" You cried out; holding onto him for dear life. "W-Want all of you, D-Dar!"

You words sparked something deep inside him. Something primal, dark and hidden. He was already lost in you. In the feeling of you wrapped around him, but this... This cut the last cord he had been holding on to. It brought him dangerously close to his high.

"Gonna give ya all 'a me, bunny," he growled again. "Gonna get my load." Thrust. "Gonna cum so deep inside ya." Thrust. "Ain't gonna pull out." Thrust. "Dun care if I get ya pregnant." Thrust. "Gonna look good carryin' my baby- Christ!" One more powerful thrust was enough to tip Daryl over the edge. "Hng," he stilled; feeling himself twitch and contract - breath stuttering.

And like he promised, he didn't pull out.

Then he collapsed beside you - careful not to crash you; totally spent, just like you.

Once the haze had cleared a little from his brain, he swiftly turned to face you again. "Ya okay, sunshine?" Daryl asked gently, while gently rubbing your upper arm. Predator mode entirely forgotten.

All you could do was nod; staring at the ceiling. "Wow... That... That was... wow." You couldn't find the words. What you just experienced had absolutely blown your mind - in the best way possible.

A little, proud and cute smile tugged at your partner's lips. "Tha' how ya wanted yer first time 't go? Did I, uh, do it right?" You giggled and turned to face him as well before snuggling against his bare chest. "More than right, Dar. It was perfect." The archer embraced you and reached for the second blanket he had brought here to cover the both of you up.

"Ya, uh, ya think I really got ya pregnant now?" Daryl whispered after a long moment of silence. "Nah," you said; shaking your head. "Think we're good, babe. One time won't hurt."

Well...

Turned out it did.

Exactly fourteen months later, Daryl found himself sitting on the porch of your little house in Alexandria - with a small baby girl sleeping snugly on his arm; tiny cheek squashed against his biceps. Yeah. One 'slip-up' had truly been enough. Your first time with Daryl - and it instantly managed to create a little miracle.

With literal heart eyes, the archer watched his daughter sleep and drool over the muscular skin. "There are you two," you said in a gentle voice and joined your family on the porch with a smile. Daryl's eyes lifted to meet yours. "Should've told ya we'd be out here," he answered; shifting a little to make room for you. You instantly shook your head, "No, no, it's okay. I'm just glad she's asleep now." and sat down beside your partner. The archer gave you a small nod and picked up the tasked at hand again - watching over his daughter.

"We created that..." He whispered then after a long beat of silence; voice slightly strained. Your mind travelled back in time at his words - to the very day you lost your innocence to Daryl. The day you literally became entirely his. "Yeah...," you whispered back; smiling and running a finger through the tiny dark-ish curls of fuzz on the baby's head. "We did. And I don't regret anything."