#darylxfemreader

Up and Down.

Up and down again.

Fuck he’s going to exploted.

You didn’t notice what are you doing, every fucking day, every fucking moment when you are nervous or bored you play with the zip of your small, tigh crop top tha you found the last week when you went on a run with Maggie and Glenn. Daryl hates that fucking thing. It's useless as hell, for Lord sake’s. You are in an apocalyptic world, you need more clothes over you than this small piece that barely covers your chest.

Up and down.

Daryl's eyes follow the continuous movement of your hand, gripping the ring head of the zipper, going up and down just enough and just enough so that the redneck can see how your breasts press against the tiny open strip, crying out for freedom, to be locked up again. Daryl can understand that you are hot, unfortunately you are in the hottest months, Georgia is having no mercy on you and in the prison, despite being a spacious place, the heat is thundering, but that is torture. He can't stop staring. It is impossible not to fix his gaze every time he hears the zipper hiss.

He stirs in his seat wanting to get some control over himself. Fuck he's not a fucking teenager anymore, he should be able to control his impulses, even more so knowing you're not alone. You've hit the road again, you've ducked into an old pizzeria looking for something to take back to the prison, maybe even find some more survivors. Maggie and Glenn are with you and Daryl doesn't know whether to thank them or curse his luck.

Up and down again.

Daryl feels a growl scratch his throat, you've shifted your position closer to one of the windows, somehow looking for a breeze that manages to ease your heat, with the glare of the sun against your skin, Daryl can perfectly see the thin layer of sweat that adorns your skin, your breasts glistening, insinuating, calling out to them. He just wants to go up there and cut your hands off, demand you stop the fuck or he'll end up sticking his head between your breasts in the end, a gentle breeze sways your hair making you sigh, Daryl feels his cock jump in his pants when he sees your nipples marking themselves on the fabric of your top. Of course you don't wear a fucking bra.

In his mind he draws the image of his mouth on one of them, licking it, sucking it, biting it over that fabric until it is completely soaked through hearing you sigh his name, enjoying whatever he was doing with you. He wonders suddenly how it would feel to get his cock between your boobs, locked there, pressing his hard length, your lips and tongue licking, sucking on the tip of his cock... He clears his throat shaking his head, he can feel himself half hard in his pants and embarrassedly looks around, luckily Glenn and Maggie aren't around to notice.

"Hey, Daryl." He hears your voice call out to him, he turns his head like a spring and sees you point to the children's playroom the pizza place has available. "Is this where you keep your Xbox, Mister Grey?" He senses the joke in your voice, but frowns without understanding what you mean. You roll your eyes and walk into the room leaving Daryl alone in the middle of the pizzeria.

He feels stupid and mortified. He has never been like that. He has always had a cool head for any situation. He has never been driven by impulses or desires. However since he has known you, since your relationship became more intimate he can't stop thinking about you. He can't stop fantasizing about you.

He enters the playroom behind you discovering that you've unzipped again, this time a little lower perhaps taking advantage of the fact that you were alone, your tits squeezing and peeking through the slit in the zipper, greeting him.

It was over.

With a guttural groan he strides quickly towards you, his feet stomping so hard they almost seem to rumble in place, you turn to him looking at him confused, but he doesn't give you time to open your mouth. Daryl pushes your body against one of the walls of the room, his mouth catches yours and he kisses you hungrily, urgently, his hands squeezing your breasts over your top making you moan into his mouth. You pull apart for lack of air, you look up and are shocked at what you see.

"I hate this fuckin' thin'..." The archer growls, his fingers touching the fabric of the top to make it clear what he's referring to. "And ya there, playin' with the fuckin' zipper under my nose, lettin' me see yer tits and suddenly..." An animal sound comes out of his mouth and you laugh.

"Are you horny, Dixon? is that what you want to tell me? This tiny garment has made you lose your mind, really?" you tease, but he doesn't care anymore. He's going to show you no mercy.

"Shut up, I know perfectly well yer doin' this on purpose." He growls and a chuckle escapes you.

"Maybe... What are you going to do if I am?" there's provocation and desire in your voice. Daryl kisses you again, your mind dizzy for a second from the need and the intensity with which his mouth devours you, his tongue roaming your cavity, tangling with yours.

"Yer gonna get on yer knees..." He orders you as he pulls away from your mouth, you recovering from the kiss you let his hands guide you down staying on your knees in front of him. "And ya are gonna suck my cock until I say stop." The tone of his voice in husky and demanding, the shiver of pleasure he gives you hits directly on your clit feeling you get wet.

Your hands play with the waistband of his pants before unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock rises up before your eyes, fully hard, small veins marking along its length, its tip glistening with pre-cum. You purr at the sight looking sideways at him, Daryl has his eyes riveted on you, waiting for you to do something at once. He grips the base and you brush your lips over his glans, his entire cock throbbing at the contact. You sigh letting the air brush against his sensitive skin and lick his tip slowly, torturing him. Daryl musters all his strength not to hold you by the head and push deep into your throat. No, that's not how he wants to end it. He wants to tear you apart for provoking him like that. He wants to see you beg and moan his name. But first he has to control himself from not cumming in your mouth.

He loves it when your lips encircle his cock, sliding slowly into your wet cavity, feeling your teeth graze him harmlessly, causing little spasms of pleasure that gave him goose bumps on the back of his neck, he releases the base of his cock as your mouth brushes his fingers, the tip of his cock pushing into the back of his throat.

Slowly your head pumps along his cock, your mouth hollows, your lips press against his hard skin. Daryl mumbles a curse putting his hand on your head, moving his hips against your mouth. He looks down and a spasm runs through him again as he sees you staring up at him. The zipper of your top is pulled down a little letting him see the suggestive cleavage that has formed, your breasts pressing against the fabric forced by your arms resting against them.

No. He's going to cum. He needs you to stop.

Pulling your hair, much to his dismay, your mouth releases his cock leaving several strands of drool running down its length, connecting with your wet, red, swollen lips. He kneels in front of you taking off his vest and tank top, you he eagerly unbuttons your pants and undresses you from the waist down, he wants your top to stay where it is. He guides you by lying on top of him, you move your hips over his erection, but still not letting him in, you can see him breathing heavily through his nose wanting to bury himself inside you and at the same time struggling to regain his senses. You bite your lip because you've never seen Daryl let himself go like that before, so you don't give him time to recover. You lift your hips a little, just enough for the tip of his cock to graze your entrance. Daryl's gaze bores into you before you sit up and feel him working his way inside you as you remain seated on his lap.

Daryl groans through his teeth, closes his eyes and tightens his fingers around your waist, his cock pulsing against your walls that squeeze him deliciously. You rest your hands on his chest and move your hips very slowly over him. He doesn't mind, he understands you need a moment to adjust to his intrusion. He hasn't touched you at any time and even though this isn't the first time you've done this he knows you might find it uncomfortable. He will never say that he is the most endowed man, of the few left, in the world, but he still knows that he is big and that he must now be careful, not to move until you give him permission.

"Daryl..." You gasp his name, throwing your head back, closing your eyes, your hips rising a little higher.

There's the trigger you need. His fingers tighten on your skin, but something pierces his mind first. He lifts his hands to the zipper of your top, you open your eyes in confusion as you hear the zipper slide down, but the garment doesn't finish unzipping, Daryl pulls the straps from your shoulders to your elbows. The garment is crumpled there and under your breasts, which are still tight, pressed together, constricted by the fabric, but at the same time free enough to quiver with his movements. He bites his lip before digging his feet into the floor, readjusting his position under your body, his hands grip your waist preventing you from moving, he lifts you up a little freeing a few inches of his cock and then pushes up with all the strength his hips allow him. You moan loudly, your head is thrown back, your nails dig into his hands, every time Daryl thrusts upwards your breasts dance, they dance in front of his eyes in a hypnotic and perfect way.

And he can't stop, he would do this until he lost his mind. If he were bitten now, he'd gladly go to Heaven.

"Da-Daryl!"

Your moans flood the place, bouncing, echoing off the walls, Daryl no longer cares that Glenn and Maggie can hear you. He hasn't really cared at any point, but now that your moans and pleas are overflowing his ears, he cares even less. His hands still gripping you tightly around your waist, legs bent for balance and strength, he continues to thrust inside you relentlessly, fast, deep, feeling your pussy trapping him, holding him inside you, your breasts bouncing before his eyes giving him an incredible show.

Your walls start to spasm, a sign that you are about to cum. One of his fingers squeezes and stimulates your clit, swollen, needy and cruelly ignored until then.

"Daryl!" you scream throwing your head back, your nails digging into his pectoral.

"C'mon, cum, babe. Cum all over my cock." He demanded moving his finger faster over your muscle, his hips thrusting upward one last time.

Your eyes roll up, your hands closing over his wrists, your back arching as pleasure rushes through you making you lose your mind, moaning loud and long. Daryl keeps touching you and moving slowly, prolonging your high, keeping you in that state for a few more seconds as he feels your pussy dripping from his cock, squeezing it between your walls, feeling him on the edge too. When you manage to recover, you want to keep moving to help him cum, but Daryl stops you once again.

"No, I wanna mess that thing, I wanna cum on your tits." He confesses to you with his eyes flashing with pure desire.

The lust his words give off makes you shudder. Daryl sits up, leaving you sitting on his lap, he pulls your top back over your shoulders and zippers it up a little, leaving your tits once again squeezed, smothered against the fabric, he can't control himself and leans down to lick the skin damp with your sweat and bites your nipples above the fabric making you moan again. You pull away from him, as you want to give him exactly what he has asked for. Carefully you slide down his legs feeling your thighs and knees still trembling. You face his cock again, which is quivering and oozing pre cum fluid, Daryl is holding on as long as he can and you even feel some pain seeing him like this, you want to stroke him, help him release, but he has said he wants to cum on your tits, so you position yourself so that his cock slides down the line of your abdomen, a drop of cum drips down to your navel, you part the fabric of your top a little and his length sneaks underneath getting caught between your tight boobs and the waistband of the top that strangles his hard erection.

"Oh fuck..." He gasps voicelessly, his pupils fully dilated, a small trail of sweat soaking his forehead, his mouth going dry and his cock throbbing with the horrible need to finally release.

Your boobs have never been too big, they are a nice, practical size, Daryl likes them and you are proud of them. However, now as they are there all squeezed together, they seem even bigger. You rest your hands on the curve of them and carefully start to move them over the head of his cock which is still trapped next to your tits. You hear him hiss and moan, you lift your head up seeing that he doesn't take his eyes off you, his face is discomposed in an indescribable grimace of pleasure that makes your pussy wet again. You've never seen Daryl so far gone as he is now. Squeezing your hands a little tighter around your breasts against his cock you move faster, the tip of his glans sticking out from between your breasts makes your mouth go dry and you stick the tip of your tongue out, slipping it into the cleft of his cock.

Daryl can't take it anymore. It's too much for him.

He cums, cums long and thick, with a hoarse moan that lingers as jets of cum shoot out, staining your cheek, your tits and soaking the fabric of your top, just like he wanted. You move slower letting the last drops of cum drip against your skin before releasing his cock listening to him hissing between pleasure and pain, the rubber waistband of the garment marking its length painfully. You kiss the tip of his cock and watch him as he slowly comes back to you, his breathing quickening and his cheeks red, both from ecstasy and embarrassment at finally being lucid of his actions. You kiss him slowly, letting him taste himself on your lips and stand up feeling that your knees can't stabilize you properly.

"Where ye goin'?" he asks you in a gasp.

"To get some clean clothes... I'm a mess." You look sideways at him and see him grinning mischievously.

"I love that thin'..." He grunts nodding, pointing to your stained top. "Don't lose it."

The End

I hope you liked it!

Maybe I've gone a little overboard with this Daryl, but the images kept popping up and I got carried away....

I think it's the first time that I found a gif that fits so well with the story...

You hated that he went hunting with his brother for so long. You knew it was something important to him, a strange bond between brothers. Whatever, but you still didn't like it. Not just because you were left alone for days, but you were left alone for days and worried about him, whether he'd be okay, whether they'd eat well, whether they'd get lost in the woods (Daryl always scoffed at this, he was like a fucking Mowgli) or whether some wild animal might attack them and come back hurt, or worse. Not coming back.

You and Daryl had been dating for several years. You two met when you and your parents moved to that small town looking for something better, you were never clear if the change was good for your parents or not, but for you, you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Meeting Daryl was difficult at first, known as a problematic family and with whom it was better not to have a relationship, your parents never let you get too close to their house, however when some older high school classmates started to pick on you for 'being too weird' Daryl came to your defense and since then he had accompanied you to class so they would leave you alone, with that gesture your parents discovered that young Dixon was different from his father and older brother, allowing him to spend more time with you, despite being older than you he had repeated a few grades and both spent many afternoons together in the living room of your house, or in the cabin he had in the woods, studying, with homework, or getting to know each other.

Remembering your first kiss with him still made your stomach fill with butterflies. It was awkward for both of you, you too young maybe, him too nervous, surprised that you felt that way about him. Repeating to himself that maybe someone in your own grade would be a better fit for you, but you were sure of what you wanted.

And it was him.

Now, like every year at the hottest time of the year, Daryl was leaving for several weeks in the woods for a long hunting trip with Merle, his older brother, and you were frustrated.

From the beginning of your relationship Daryl was always careful how he treated you, even though you weren’t very old, he was older than you, he didn't want you to feel pressured, that you thought he was taking advantage of you, that you felt uncomfortable around him. You were grateful every day for his kind and considerate treatment with you, but you also had needs and curiosities typical of your age and although you had tried to take the next step with him, the younger Dixon always found an excuse to slip out of your arms and avoid the subject.

It was also true that you never had much privacy, that your parents were always around the house when Daryl came to visit and the cozy and pleasant cabin was also Merle's, which meant that the man could show up whenever he wanted to discover you and spoil the moment.

You sighed in frustration as you searched for some books in the library, since you had nothing better to do you had decided to lose yourself in the long and huge shelves looking for some literature that could brighten up your days.

You stopped then among the shelves of self-help books and a flash crossed your mind feeling your cheeks redden. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes through the books not quite sure what you were looking for until you came across some books on sex. Again you felt your cheeks burn with intensity. You hesitated for a few seconds before picking up one of them and taking a quick look at it, maybe it seemed silly, but suddenly you felt that your lonely days wouldn't be so boring.

Hiding a couple of books inside your backpack along with other literature books you left the library in a hurry.

You felt your heart pounding inside your chest. You closed the cabin door behind you. Normally you didn't go there by yourself, if you knew Daryl was out with Merle or working you waited at home until he came to pick you up, but you needed to be alone. At home, with your parents, you wouldn't even have dared to open your backpack, the books had returned untouched to their shelf and you would probably have regretted it for the rest of your vacation days.

You closed the bedroom door behind you and left the backpack on the bed. Trembling, you unzipped the zipper as if a basilisk was going to come out from inside it. You felt a little absurd, you shouldn't feel so afraid and ashamed of something as natural as sex and knowing yourself. It didn't mean that you had never touched yourself, however, you were never sure if that was what you were supposed to feel, always too tense in case your parents came into the room, in case you made too much noise, in case someone could hear you.

Now you were alone. Daryl would be working in the workshop with Merle or getting things ready to leave, or maybe they had already left. The latter you didn't believe, Daryl always said goodbye to you when he went hunting.

With one of the books in your hand you sat on the edge of the bed opening its pages, exploring it, reading it carefully in the parts that caught your attention, blushing like a ten year old girl as you read some perhaps too detailed descriptions. Slowly you felt your body warming up, curiosity making its way through shyness, wanting to put into practice some of the advice you were reading.

You put the book down on the bed and got up again to strip down to just your underwear. You crawled across the mattress to the top of the bed, picked up the book again and rereading some of the pages you settled back against the pillow moving your hips against it. You frowned feeling embarrassment momentarily take hold of you again as your hips hesitated to rub against the object, however you repositioned yourself against the pillow moving again, you rotated your hips and your clit brushed the seam of the fabric sending a pleasurable cramp throughout your body.

"Oh..." you gasped at the sensation, doing it again.

You weren't aware at any point that you had stopped being alone in the room, that Daryl had been petrified at the bedroom door not waiting for you there. Much less like this.

Gradually you had gained more confidence moving faster over the seam of the object, touching the rest of your body over your underwear intensifying the pleasure that coursed through you, feeling like you were verging on the edge.

"Whattaya doin’?" Daryl's voice sounded hoarse, low, his name coming out of your mouth in moans still ringing in his ears. You screamed in fright turning around to face him with your face burning covering your near nakedness with the same pillow you were riding just seconds before.

"Da-Daryl!" you stammered looking him up and down, he was wearing his work clothes, he had probably come straight from the workshop not finding you at home or to finish getting things ready for when he left with Merle.

His eyes were riveted on you, surprise mixed with other feelings that you weren’t able to decipher at that very moment, his pupils dilated, his chest rising and falling, breathing with difficulty. You saw him hesitate, but he took a couple of steps towards the bed and you wanted to hide the books scattered on the bed, but you didn't make it in time. Daryl picked up one of them skim reading a few lines to once again fix his gaze on you, now really charged with lust.

"What's all this?" He lifted the book before your eyes only to drop it to the floor.

"I-I thought you weren't..."

"I see, ya always do this when I'm gone?" there was no surprise, more curiosity, desire creeping into his voice.

"I don't..." You bit your lip doubting if you should be honest. "You're going to be gone for many days, we're not going to see each other and I..."

"Ya couldda asked me..."

"You never touch me, Daryl, whenever I try to do something you just run away... Like you're scared of me..."

"’Cause I know if I touch ya... I won't be able to stop..." He clenched his fists, holding back right then and there. You looked at him, still shy, but more confident than before.

"Why do you think I wanted you to stop? I love you Daryl, I'm... I want to be with you. I'm ready for it..." This last you couldn't help but mutter it averting your gaze.

You heard him grunt, raising your head again you saw Daryl take off his work clothes leaving only his boxers. Your earlier moans had gone straight to his cock which was marked half hard inside his underwear. He moved to the side of the bed, standing closer to you. Your eyes roamed all over him and you swallowed feeling nervous. Daryl shook his head and pointed to the pillow.

"Lemme look at ya." He asked you. You opened your eyes wide and shook your head.

"No."

"I wanna watch ya do it." He climbed onto the bed sitting next to you. "Maybe can help ya."

"N-No, Daryl I... I didn't know you were there, it's embarrassing for me you seeing me..." You tried to explain, but Dixon grabbed the pillow pulling it away from your body leaving you in your underwear before him.

"Ya said ya were ready, didn't ya? I ain’t gonna do anythin’ to ya that ya ain’t willin’." He promised staring at you.

You hesitated for a second, again shyness winning out over your judgment, but it was Daryl, you knew you could trust him, his word, that he would never do anything that would hurt you or humiliate you. He had always had the utmost care and respect for you and you knew that wasn't going to change now. You bit your lip and nodded your head averting your gaze. Daryl held your chin and kissed you slowly taking what you offered him, caressing your lips with his, the tip of his tongue brushed your lips asking for permission. You gasped as you felt him slowly burst inside your mouth making you close your eyes, abandoning yourself to the kiss, holding him by the nape of his neck so he wouldn't pull away. His hands went down to your waist and he pulled away from your mouth to sit you in his lap, your back resting against his chest. His mouth traveled down your neck slowly, leaving kisses here and there, getting you to melt under his touch, his fingertips caressing your skin, distracting you.

You tensed for a second when his fingers unclasped your bra, but you let him do it, he unclasped your press leisurely, running his mouth back over the skin of your shoulders, your nape, his hands moving up to your breasts, caressing their shape, cradling them in his hands, giving them the attention they deserved without taking his mouth off your skin. You gasped and shuddered as you felt his palm brush against your nipples that were beginning to get hard with each new caress. His fingers pinched your nipples gently, twisting them painlessly, making small circles over them with the pad of his thumb. You arched up, moaning low, not daring to open your eyes, but knowing that Daryl was staring at you, enjoying every gesture you made.

“Feels good, yeah?” He murmured aganist your ear and you moan in responde with your eyes still closed. “Gimme yer hand” He said again taking your wrist and guided your hand over your own tit. “Touch yerself, like I’m doin’” Daryl ordered you making you tembler but you obeyed touching yourself your own nippel the same way he was doing.

Daryl watched you gasping slowly through your mouth, your head resting on his shoulder, biting your lip, enjoying your own touch on your nipple at the same time his hand still guiding your own movements as you mimicked what he was doing to your other tit. With his free hand he moved down your belly slowly, caressing your skin, he stroked one of your legs and gently parted them feeling you tense up a bit again, but squeezed your nipple regaining your attention on that part, forgetting his hand further south. Daryl kissed your neck at the same time his hand hid inside your panties caressing your mons slowly gasping as he felt it bare and soft, his teeth closed over your skin leaving a small mark that made you moan a little louder arching against his hand as his fingers began to make small circles over your clit.

Your legs inertia parted a little more, leaving him greater access, his strokes were slow, pressing your muscle with his fingertips, he was in no hurry, showing you what he could do with you, making your whole body jerk against his.

"Daryl..." you gasped his name, your free hand his closed over his forearm, but he didn't stop his caresses, neither on your chest nor on your pussy.

"Ya ain’t need those books for this..." He whispered in your ear, his voice husky. "I'll show ya how ya should do it, I'll make ya remember me all these days I'm ain’t here with ya." He promised you licking the skin behind your ear giving you goosebumps.

His fingers began to move a little faster over your sensitive button, making small circles, increasing the pressure on it while squeezing your nipple with a little more intensity, you mimicked his action and opened your eyes in shock as your hips jerked against his hand and moaned loudly, pleasure coursing through you uncontrollably, arching over his body seeing him smiling, his caresses did not stop, but they did drop in intensity again prolonging your arousal.

Still feeling your legs trembling Daryl left your tit to help himself get rid of your panties which he threw to an undefined place in the room. He parted your legs again and his fingers lost themselves in your folds, feeling you completely wet now, stroking and groping your entrance which contracted at the sensation of his fingers.

"Ya okay?" he asked in a whisper his fingers still playing over your slit feeling them getting wetter and wetter. You nodded your head. "Relax, forget ‘bout everythin’, I just wanna ya to feel." He asked you without stopping stroking you.

It was easy to ask, you knew you could trust him, but at the same time nervousness was playing a trick on you. His hand resting on your knee came up and took your hand placing it on your unattended breast.

"Ya were doin’ great, and it felt good, didn't it?" he spoke into your ear again, you nodded biting your lip and went back to caressing your own nipples as one of Daryl's fingers found its way between your folds and pressed into your cunt.

You frowned slightly at the resistance your own body offered at the intrusion of his finger however the pleasure you were giving yourself helped you ignore the uncomfortable sensation, slowly unclenching yourself by letting his finger enter deeper and deeper until his palm covered your pussy. He gasped against your ear and you moaned at the vibration of his voice against your skin. You knew Daryl was holding back completely with you. You weren't an idiot, the man had had other relationships before you two started dating, he had experience you were unaware of and he was doing his best not to rush you.

You sighed as you felt him move inside you, rotating his wrist, pulling his finger out, in and out, slowly, listening to the wet sound it made, embarrassment tingeing your cheeks red again.

"Don't stop touchin’ yerself." He asked you in a growl and was adding a second finger inside you.

The tightness was more uncomfortable than the first time, you bit your lip, your hands stopped and you reflexively grabbed him by the wrist. Daryl stopped at the same moment, his fingers halfway inside you, his mouth resting on the top of your head, he closed his eyes searching for his own self-control. He kissed your head, behind your ear, the line of your neck up to your shoulder, leaving several kisses in this same area, little by little your body relaxed enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your skin, your pussy stopped squeezing his fingers and you let go of his wrist. It was the signal he needed to continue putting his fingers inside you making you moan between discomfort and pleasure when they were completely inside again. His free hand returned to your tit, caressing, squeezing, pinching your nipple as his fingers moved inside you increasing the pleasurable sensation. You gasped and sighed, your hips moving on their own against his fingers arching you feeling your nipples completely hard under his touch. You gasped loudly as his hand pressed against your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. Your vision blurred, your mind went blank and again a rush ran through you from your stomach to your fingertips, you clutched the sheets tightly, your fingers curled, your hips pushed against his fingers and your back arched.

"Daryl!" you moaned as your orgasm hit you a second time leaving you stunned for a few seconds where his hands continued to stroke you prolonging your high making you shudder under his touch.

He grunted in response as your body pressed fully against his, exahusted, trying to recover yourself, feeling your heart hammering hard inside your chest. Daryl withdrew his fingers carefully stroking your folds again, paying attention to your clit one last time, pressing slowly, rotating his fingers over it, he heard you sigh and brought his hand very slowly up to his mouth, licking his fingers, tasting you on them. You jerked at the sight of him, hearing him hummed as he tasted you.

"Daryl..." you called out to him, his gaze falling on you, his pupils fully dilated. Your turned to him sitting on his lap.

"Ya wanna go on?" he asked you hoarsely putting his hands over your butt. You nodded your head.

"Yes, please... Make me yours, Daryl." You asked him and felt his dick throbbing against your belly.

Daryl grunted at your response, his hands gripped your ass tighter to lift you off his lap, he sat up with you and laid you down on the bed stepping away for a moment to fetch a condom from the bedside table. You heard the wrapper rip and watched nervously as he slid the latex over his cock. He crawled back over you, sought your mouth kissing you slowly, his hands caressing your body, he grabbed your legs and placed them over his waist, pulling your bodies closer together if possible. He moved his hips against you, rubbing his cock against your pussy, seeking your permission. Nervousness swirled in your belly making you gasp, his electric blue gaze lingered a few seconds on you, hesitating, but you nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, moving your body awkwardly under his, making him hiss.

"Daryl, please..." You insisted.

"If I hurt ya..." He started to say and you shook your head positively again, urgently. "No, look at me." He asked you and your eyes jumped to him at his demanding tone. "Tell me, if I hurt ya, okay?"

"Y-Yes."

"I ain’t wanna ya to regret this..."

"I'm not going to regret it, Daryl, I love you..." You repeated again and he growled.

"I love ya too..." He whispered feeling the embarrassment in his words.

You smiled feeling suddenly enveloped in a cloud, you both knew your feelings perfectly well, but Daryl was always more complicated to say what he thought or felt, but you had never forced anything on him, you always let him express himself in his own way.

The smile faded a few seconds from your mouth turning into an uncomfortable grimace as you felt the tip of his cock press against the entrance to your vagina working its way in as slowly as his control would allow.

Your grip on his shoulders became more intense, your nails digging into the skin of his back. You felt him stop above you, but you dug your ankles into the small of his back, not quite sure if that would make the discomfort go away or intensify. You heard him gasp loudly, as if he was holding his breath for too long.

"Daryl..." You tried to get his attention, but he was still standing still over you.

Only when he felt you relax completely under his body did he allow himself to push the last few inches into you again. You gasped and hissed at the sensation of having him inside you, the discomfort of his cock pulling at your walls, dilating you, fitting inside you pleasurably listening to him moan hoarsely against your ear. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body, hiding your face in the hollow of his shoulder. He hissed again as your vagina tightened around his cock and began to move slowly allowing you to get used to him, his size and the feeling of having him inside you.

His self-control went out the window as his cock found and pressed that perfect spot inside you that stole your breath and made your eyes widen in surprise as a long moan escaped your mouth. Daryl looked down at you seeing the confusion and embarrassment mixed on your face, he kissed you intensely unable to hold back any longer, his hands braced your body against the mattress and he began to move faster and deeper inside you, relentlessly pounding that spot that made you moan again, arching you up on the bed, tightening your legs around his waist.

Daryl dropped the weight of his body on top of yours as he felt the walls of your cunt squeeze his cock hard as you cum again, getting him to release all of his cum inside the condom with a guttural moan that was muffled in his neck. Panting, his heart racing, he tried to recover before slowly pulling you away. He threw the condom into a wastebasket in the room and returned to your side hugging you, caressing your body, making you lean against his chest, kissing you on the forehead, on the lips, cradling you lovingly. You purred at his endless caresses, closing your eyes, feeling exhausted.

"It's not fair..." You murmured then and he startled. "Now I'm going to miss you more..."

Daryl snorted in amusement and chuckled, pulling you tighter against his body.

"Now ya know how to remember me until I come back and I can do it myself." He whispered against your ear giving you goosebumps.

No doubt his practical classes had been most helpful.

The end.

I hope you liked it!

Daryl Dixon talked in his sleep.

You discovered it one of the nights you slept together that the archer was off guard. You woke up startled with a constant mumbling without knowing where it was coming from, when your mind cleared from the dream you discovered with surprise and some amusement, that it was Daryl who was mumbling in his sleep. They were not normal dreams.

Apparently he was fantasizing something about you. Something about you and his vest.

You wanted to wake him up and ask him directly what he was dreaming about, but a much more interesting and exciting idea crossed your mind. You knew that it was hard for the man to get rid of his vest without a good reason and that if you took it off or borrowed it from him he wouldn't stop asking questions until he finally got you to reveal your plans to him and everything would lose its fun. So you took advantage of a day he was coming back from a run to take off his vest when he went to the prison showers to take a shower and wash all the blood and guts off his body.

Daryl feels weird, naked, he's lost his vest and it's bothering him more than he'd like to admit. He was sure he had left it with the rest of his clothes when he got into the showers after returning from a patrol, but he wasn't able to find it again.

He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, maybe they had taken it to wash it since it was just as dirty, if not dirtier, than himself. He looked to his companions to see if anyone had taken it without warning and when Carol said that he had seen you with it on, storing the bike in the small pavilion he had found to shelter it from the bad weather. Daryl frowned in confusion.

What were you doing with his vest and bike? Something tightened in his chest when he decided to go looking for you to find out what you were up to.

On his way to the small warehouse where he kept the bike he discovered several new members of the prison. Since the Governor left his people to their fate and they had stayed in the prison with you, Daryl felt that too many eyes were on you. Your relationship had been slowly forged since you left Atlanta, he felt he had to protect you and that protection turned into something more that you soon reciprocated, now that you were safe there you could spend more time together, get to know each other better, but there were always vultures near you that made the archer's blood boil. It was evident that they did not want to understand that you already belonged to someone.

The door of the small warehouse opened then. You trembled all nervous and excited. It was risky your plan, you had been thinking about it for days and your whole body was about to explode wanting to see Daryl's face, waiting to know what he wanted to do with you, what were those dreams he mumbled when he slept. At the same time you were afraid that someone other than him would walk in there looking for Dixon and see you, but it wasn't like that. Daryl's figure appeared through the door when it opened and his surprised gesture made you smile proudly.

There you were, leaning back on his bike, completely naked except for his vest that barely covered your body at all. Your arms resting on the handlebars, your bare breasts brushing against the still warm gas tank since it hadn't been that long since the man had returned, your hips swaying slightly, rubbing against the leather seat of the bike.

Daryl was in shock.

The last thing he expected going in there was to find you in that situation. His voice caught for a second in his throat.

"Wh-what?" he stammered without taking his eyes off you.

"You talk in your sleep." You explained with a mischievous smile. "I really didn't expect you to have these kinds of fantasies..." A giggle escaped you and her cheeks reddened violently.

Your hips sway against the bike again and a suggestive sigh escaped your mouth. Daryl's body tensed at the sight of you dropping the crossbow to the ground to get closer to you. You wanted to sit up from the bike but he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you intensely taking the air out of your lungs for a second. Your hands roamed his body with need removing his sleeveless shirt. Daryl pulled away from you as the air started to go out of both of you. You looked up at him biting your lip seeing his erection marked on his pants.

"Why...?" He started to ask and you kissed him again getting off the bike.

"I wanted to surprise you..." You whispered in his ear, his hands brushed your bare sides under the vest. "Now you can do to me all that stuff you've fantasized about." You assured him and moaned low as his hands tightened their grip on your hips and a growl came from his throat.

"Tell me Daryl... Tell me what you want me to do..." You could see him roll his eyes and his fingers clawed your skin from your hips to your ass.

"Get on the bike." He asked you pulling away from you to finish removing his pants, his rock hard cock rising up towards you.

Your eyes roamed all over him, your hand closed over his length stroking him up and down slowly watching him tense his jaw each time your fingers tightened around his glans.

"The bike." He repeated, his voice hoarse and dark, holding you by the wrist to stop you.

You obeyed without complaint. You kissed him once before swiping one of your legs over the body of the motorcycle as he was asking you to do.

You rested your hands on the gas tank again and watched as his gaze swept hungrily over you. He was serious. Normally Daryl wasn't especially talkative during sex, he was concentrating on what he was doing making sure he was making you enjoy it. He got on the bike standing behind you, his hands caressing your back, you sighed and your hips moved rubbing your ass against his hard cock. You heard him hiss and bit your lip as he spanked you before he sat you on his lap and his fingers caught your nipples squeezing them, stimulating them, twisting them without hurting you, causing several moans and sighs of pleasure to come from your mouth. The angle that the seat and the body of the bike had was perfect, your pussy allowed Daryl easy access, by lying you forward and fucking you using the handlebars as a fulcrum or he could let you move on his cock yourself, only resting his hands on your hips to guide your movements.

He snorted like an animal at the idea, why choose? You had told him yourself that he could do with you whatever he wanted. His hands left your breasts to go down between your legs caressing your clitoris, stimulating it rapidly as two fingers of his free hand slipped inside you. You arched at the over stimulation, throwing your head back to lean against his body as you spread your legs wider to give him easier access. Your orgasm was near, Daryl could feel it by the way your legs jerked and your walls tightened around his fingers, but he had only just started with you. Feeling you completely soaked and ready for him he pulled his fingers out of your pussy hearing your moan of protest, but he wasn't going to leave you unattended for long.

He moved your body over the bike so that you lay back against it, he lifted your hips up enough so that when he joined behind you, the head of his cock was in line with your slit, he rubbed against your folds leaving his length wet with your fluids and pushed himself inside you slowly. He gasped against your ear as you purred as you felt him stretch inside you until he was completely inside you. His hands squeeze your body against the rounded shape of the tank of the bike and he slowly pulls out to ram hard again. A moan of pleasure comes out shockingly from your mouth, Daryl continues to hold you down and each time he moves, in and out, your clit rubs against the tank increasing the stimulation and pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your hands gripped the handlebars of the bike and Daryl continued to thrust inside you, your feet barely grazing the ground with your thumbs.

Voices were suddenly heard near the small warehouse. Your body tensed like a rope and you open your eyes in fear. You didn't want to stop, you were on edge again, Daryl was fucking you really good, but you didn't want to cause a spectacle.

"Da... Daryl... someone's coming..." You tried to get his attention but he just hummed in the affirmative.

"I told them to come..." He gasped in your ear, you wanted to say something about it, but a new lunge pushed against your cervix nipping your thoughts in the bud. "I ain't stupid, ya know, I know how they look at ya...the men of Woodbury..." His voice sounded dark, menacing. Your skin crawled with goose bumps.

"No... there's nothing, Daryl..." You wanted to talk some sense into him, he sank back inside you, his fingers digging into your skin. You moaned again, covering your mouth with your hand so no one would hear you.

"I didn't want to do it this way... but it's clear they'll understand." He whispered in your ear and shifted so that he was sitting back on the seat of the bike.

He guided your body, turned it so that your gazes connected and sat you on his lap so that his cock slid back between your wet walls, squeezing you around his cock at the new angle that pressed against your G-spot each time he made you move over its length. He thrust from below, held your waist and hid your face in his neck. You held onto his shoulders to keep thrusting knowing Daryl wasn't going to stop. At least in that position you would avoid the embarrassment of seeing them.

The voices were closer, your pleasure was swirling for the third time in your stomach, Daryl's thrusts were starting to become erratic and his fingers were digging into your skin, he too was reaching his limit. The door opened and the group of men who always used to intercept you to talk to you, to flirt were locked, watching the scene in a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

Daryl had his gaze fixed on them, his darkened eyes flashing in a mixture of pleasure and menace. He tensed his jaw as your moan grew louder and longer letting you take in your climax, your pussy clenched his cock and he grunted trying to control himself one last time.

"Mine..." He said in a broken voice, an octave lower than normal.

"Yours..." You gasped in response, trying to catch your breath.

The End.

I hope you liked the mix and that it fulfilled the wishes of both of you!

"Help!" you yell trying to get away from a Walker, but your foot gets stuck in a hole resulting from a removed root and you fall flat on your face. "Fuck!" You groan in fright, you want to get back up, but the dead man falls on you ready to bite you.

Your eyes fill with tears knowing what your end is. It will bite you or devour you, you don't know which of the two terrifies you more, the point is that you will end up turned into the same being that is chasing you, killing and eating other innocent people. Anger takes over you wanting to fight the Walker. You've been through so much, you can't believe you're really going to die like this now.

You open your eyes wide when you hear a gunshot not too far away, the corpse above you stops moving at the same moment the shot breaks the air, falling on you, its rotting blood staining your clothes, not that it's clean, but at least it smelled better than it does now.

But you're alive, and you're not going to complain.

Luckily that guy was just skin and bones, so it's not too hard for you to push him aside ready to get back on your feet and run. You don't know who saved you, you're grateful, but you've also learned in this new world that a person with a gun doesn't always mean help. At least not without expecting something in return. You are about to leave when you hear hurried footsteps. You turn quickly discovering a dark-haired, blue-eyed man, he raises his hands in a sign of peace and puts his gun away.

"I'm not going to hurt you" He assures you. "Are you all right? I saw the Walker follow you and..."

"I'm fine" You cut him off wanting to leave as soon as possible. "Thank you."

"Are you alone?" His curiosity puts you on guard again, as you thought, a pervert.

"And what does that matter to you?"

"No... It's not what you think. I'm traveling with a group, there's a child and a pregnant woman with us... I wanted to know if you knew of any place..." He tries to explain and frown.

A child and a pregnant woman, you may have misunderstood things.

You don't know of any place where you could take shelter, where that woman could rest and eat properly, nor have you seen anything nearby that could be considered a shelter without it being infested with the undead. Still Rick, as the man has introduced himself, welcomes you into his group. At first you hesitate, you don't want to be a bother, if they themselves are short of supplies one more mouth isn't going to be of any help, however you have some supplies in your pack that would perhaps make a few more days on the road easier for everyone.

You walk to their little settlement among different ruins on one side of the forest, Rick tells you a bit about the group they are, a varied bunch, you are a bit surprised when he talks about a grumpy hunter and the image of your childhood neighbor comes to your mind and you shake your head. Surely that pair of rednecks are dead by now, your mind has to stop reminding you of them.

Your surprise couldn't be more absurd.

"Ya?" his voice sounds stunned, hoarse and growl-like, even his mouth is unhinged from surprise. You're no better.

"Dixon?" you stammer, watching as the rest of the group looks at you like it's a tennis match. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You say angrily and sarcastically.

"You two know each other?" Rick also asks in surprise, he should be relieved but seeing how your faces are transforming from surprise to anger, he doesn't know what to do.

You both look at Rick at the same time, Daryl hisses like an animal to turn around walking away from where you are. You cross your arms and shift your body weight from one foot to the other weighing whether you should really stay. You don't want to bother them, you know that if you stay things with Dixon won't be okay, they never have been, since you were kids you've always been in a continuous war.

Your neighborhood wasn’t the best, far from it, there was always some altercation, shouting, police. Every day there was something new to tell and unfortunately it was almost never something good. You kids grew up far away from your homes, far away from the problems of adults to engage in your own guerrilla warfare. You have always been several years younger than the Dixon brothers, but you have always known how to defend yourself. You had to learn to do it, like everyone else.

At first Merle just kept you from playing with them, playing big in front of other kids, trying to impress the girls, Daryl at first was nice, he played with you. It was fun, but when he started to grow up and Merle was around, Daryl became like the rest of the kids. Insults, shoving, he had even thrown your dolls over the fence of one of the abandoned houses where there was always a huge dog that wouldn't stop barking.

The affection between children had turned into hatred and as the two of you grew up things didn't get better, because he learned to behave like Merle's personality, you grew up as a woman and the older Dixon started to harass you like a horny pig, which usually ended up turning into a war throwing stones at each other's houses.

You remember your entire childhood full of wounds, bruises, missing teeth and shouting the Dixon family name whenever you discovered a new mischief at your doorstep.

"Stay." Rick asks you pulling you out of your own thoughts. "We don't have much, but we know from experience that going through this new world alone, is suicide."

You don't want to stay alone, you're a coward that way, because you don't want to die. You mull it over for a few more seconds before nodding your head taking your pack off your back offering them several bags of ration food you had found at a small base on your way to somewhere safe. You try to take the first step with Daryl, you walk over to where he is sharpening his arrows, you can see that he detects you as he clenches his jaw, but he doesn't move. You hold out a bag of food to him, but he shakes his head.

"I ain’t wanna yer fuckin’ food."

"Then die, asshole." You bark, but throw the bag at him hitting him in the head and turn around to go back to the rest of the group.

You find the prison, finally you have a safe place to stay, that same night all of you prepare a barricade in the courtyard outside the prison, after killing the Walkers that were there and closing the doors to prevent more from entering, you make a fire preparing some food that you still have. The big ration is for Lori, she needs more nutrients than anyone else, although you are all going through the same hunger. Curious, you discover that Carol, a woman with boyish hair, very thin, somewhat reserved, but always close to Daryl, gets up and walks away from the group to go to the archer who stands guard over the bus blocking the main gate to the courtyard. You frown discovering that the man seems quite friendly and affable with her.

Maybe they are together...

Just because you now have a roof over your heads doesn't mean things get instantly better, Hershel has lost a leg, you've lost T-Dog, Carol is missing, you've run into a group of prisoners who don't make things easy for you, Lori has passed away giving birth to a tiny baby crying her lungs out, you need new supplies that aren't good enough to feed a newborn, Maggie has to take care of her father, Carl is in shock and Rick has disappeared.

"We need food for the baby." Glenn says pulling you out of your own state of bewilderment.

"I'll go." You volunteer stowing a knife in your belt, grabbing a gun.

"Daryl go with her." Maggie asks to the redneck,. "You guys with the bike will go faster, I need to stay here with the baby, find Rick..."

"Okay." He agrees biting his lip repeatedly, "Really, okay?

"There's a mall if you follow the highway, I don't know if there will be much stuff left there, but that's the best I can tell you." The girl apologizes apologetically. Daryl shakes his head.

"All right, take care of the baby and... Keep an eye on Rick." He asks them and turns to you, your body tenses up waiting for any comment from him. "Don't just stand there, come on."

The mall Glenn and Maggie were talking about is further away than you originally thought, you can't go that far, so Daryl changes course abruptly towards the exit that heralds a town. Behind his bike you hold onto his waist for the change and your body sticks closer to his. You feel him tense up at your closeness and you'd like to say something about it, but you're not comfortable with the whole situation either. He parks the bike at the entrance of the village gesturing you to get off, relieved you move away from his touch, even though the worst months are over, it's still cold enough to ride a bike without proper clothing. You rub your arms wanting to get warm as Daryl holds his crossbow and sets off towards one of the buildings. You are surprised because it is a daycare center. There you are likely to find everything you are looking for.

You just wish no one else had found it before.

Everything around is quite quiet, no Walkers are seen nearby, but you don't have time to check it out either. You hurry towards the door of the nursery and try to open it, but it won't budge. You curse pushing your body against the wood, but nothing.

"Open you stupid door!" you shout in frustration and kick it away.

"Hey Macgyver." You hear Daryl's voice far away from where you are, you turn your head and see him peeking out of one of the windows. "Are ya gonna stand there all fuckin’ day? We ain’t have all the fuckin’ time."

"Shut up, asshole." You growl going over to him to get in through the window he's leaning out of.

"Can ya handle yerself or do ya need help, princess?" he taunts you, you know he's stinging you on purpose.

"Get out of the way." You nudge him with your foot stepping into the nursery. Daryl watches you without stopping chewing on his own lip, but says nothing.

Between the two of you you look around the room for things that might be useful for the baby. Out of the corner of your eye you see how the man has approached a wall full of drawings of hands and caresses one that says "Sophia" you would like to ask, but it's none of your business, what Daryl does doesn't matter to you.

You open several cupboards to discover bottles, clothes, some diapers, but no food. You start to get nervous and having every time you move you bump into the hunter doesn't help temper your nerves.

"Can you stop doing that?" you growl when he bumps into you again, his pelvis against your butt.

"I'm ain’t doin’ anythin’, stop stoppin’ cold turkey, can't ya walk?"

"I know how to walk, but you keep hitting me and stepping on my ankles, asshole."

"It wouldn't happen to ya if ya walked normally and stopped stoppin’ every time a leaf moved."

"I'm looking for food for the baby!"

"In the hallway ya ain’t gonna find anythin’!" He hisses in exasperation.

"There could be Walkers!"

"If ya ain’t stop yellin’ anyone's gonna come!"

"Then you stop shouting!"

"Yer insufferable, woman!"

"Look who's talking!" You bark and tense your body when you see him scowl and clench his jaw, but he pushes past you, muttering something between his teeth.

In the kitchen you find what you were looking for. Cans of powdered milk, jars of different flavors, baby juice, more bottles and diapers. You leave the backpack on the counter and start to pick everything up in a hurry, being careful not to break anything, so that the powdered milk doesn't open by accident. You can feel Daryl's gaze on the back of your head, you hear a noise and before you can say anything Daryl pierces a possum with one of the arrows from his crossbow. You grimace as he holds it up like it's a trophy.

"You're not putting that shit inside my pack."

"It ain’t shit, it's dinnah." He defends himself.

"We don't need that, we have supplies at the prison, stop acting like a fucking Neanderthal."

"It's food! We may have supplies, but they won't be forever, we have to be careful."

"I said, you're not putting that thing in my backpack." You slam it down hard to make way.

"What the fuck is wrong with ya!"

You freeze in your own tracks, spinning around on yourself staring at him in disbelief and feeling anger boil in your stomach. Daryl scowls as well, possum in one hand and crossbow in the other.

"What's wrong with me!?! What the fuck is wrong with you and me?" you walk back towards him, punching him in the chest. "You've always been a dick to me!"

"That ain’t true!"

"That's true! Ever since you grew hair on your fucking balls you treated me like I was a fucking louse!"

"Ya were always pickin’ on me! Always after me like a limpet! Ya were insufferable!"

"You were supposed to be my friend!"

"I was never yer friend!"

"Of course not! Who would want to be friends with the son of the neighborhood drunk?" You spat angrily. Daryl roared letting his hands free and slammed you against one of the walls of the nursery.

We stood like that for a few seconds, staring at each other, our breath hitching in agitation from the shouting and fighting. Daryl's hands tighten on your shoulders keeping you glued to the wall. Your whole body is in tension, fists clenched waiting for any move on Dixon's part to defend you.

"Fuck ya..." He says with a growl, his eyes locked on yours.

"What are you waiting for?" you reply at once without really being aware of what you just said.

Surprise hits you both, he didn't expect you to respond, you didn't expect those words to come out of your mouth. You stammer wanting to rectify your words, but Daryl moves before you. His hands on your shoulders come down to your armpits, he lifts you into the air just enough so your feet don't touch the ground, his body presses against yours and his mouth presses against yours stealing a gasp of surprise from you, your knees dig under his ribs and he grunts lowering your legs to his waist.

You rest your hands on his shoulders to find balance as you wrap your legs around his waist. Daryl kisses you intensely, pressing your body against the wall, he holds you by the back of your neck and his other hand squeezes your ass. You sigh against his mouth again digging your fingers into his shoulders, your hips move on their own pushing against his pelvis feeling half hard already.

He gasps pulling away from your mouth, kisses your cheek, the line of your jaw moving down your neck. The hand at the back of your neck descends to your ass as well, squeezing it, massaging it between his huge hands. You close your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall, stroking his hair as his mouth continues to kiss and lick your neck.

"Daryl..." You gasp and he growls against your skin before pulling away from you to look at you.

Your feet touch the ground again, your breathing is still accelerated, you don't want to think about what's going on. Whether you should stop or not. You take off your shirt, staring at him, biting your lip. Daryl moves closer again, his lips pressed to yours, his tongue brushes your lips before tangling with yours. His hands roam your body, at first you had felt some nervousness in them, but now they caress you, squeeze, massage with determination, he even dares to lift your bra and squeeze your nipples.

You moan, but you don't stay still, your hand goes down to your half hard cock, you rub your palm against it feeling it get harder and harder at the same time he gasps and grunts pushing against your hand making you laugh low. Daryl breaks away again to look at you, his blue irises devoured by your pupils dilated by the desire invading them.

You take off his poncho throwing it on the floor, you do the same with his vest and tank top. Daryl lets you do it until your hands reach for his pants, but he stops you by taking you in his arms once more, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks with you to a room with a padded floor, it looks like a room where children used to play or sleep. An exclamation escapes you as he kneels on the foam rubber floor and lays you down, leaving you under his body.

Your gazes meet again, there's something about her that makes you shudder, it seems like Daryl wants to tell you something with his eyes, but you're not sure what it is. You don't know how to decipher it. You gasp as he pushes against you, still with his clothes on. His cock fully hard, pressing against the fabric of his jeans, wanting to melt into you. You groan moving against him in turn, Daryl gasps against your face and your hands move down his chest to the edge of his pants unbuttoning them. You can't help a nervous giggle when you discover he's not wearing any boxers.

"Always so ready..."

"Shut up." He growls and bites your chin giving you goosebumps.

The two of you lie naked on top of each other, your hands never stop caressing every inch of his body, you squeeze his shoulders, claw at his back, your legs tangle around his lower back as you move your hips to rub your center against his hard cock. You hear him hiss against your neck moving in time with you. Again your gazes connect before you throw your head back with a long moan as you feel him push inside you, working his way inside you incredibly slowly feeling your entire pussy accept his intrusion squeezing against his hard length tearing gasps and snorts from him so he doesn't push inside you too hard. He stays still inside you for a few seconds that for you are eternal, you are grateful for it as it gives your insides time to accommodate to his length, you can feel him trembling over your body, taking all his self control. You caress the back of his neck and kiss him getting his attention.

"Move." You ask him and smile. "You're not going to break me..." You assure him.

His eyes flash with intensity, he places your legs over his shoulders and holding you by your thighs he begins to move in and out, slowly at first, searching for the right rhythm for both of you, but as you rest your hands on his legs to thrust your hips in time with him, an animalistic growl escapes his throat moving faster over you, thrusting deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you arch and moan high digging your nails into the skin of his knees.

The pleasure overcomes you both, its intensity leaving you dizzy for a few seconds, your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, lifting your hips, feeling him thrust inside you a couple more times before he cums as well with a hoarse gasp, hiding his face in your neck, breathing raggedly, both of you needing a moment to recover.

Sanity seems to return to you little by little. Daryl steps aside letting you move, he has felt how you have tensed under his body minutes after what you have done. He remains sitting on the rubber floor watching you reach for your clothes to get dressed, but he doesn't dare open his mouth, his eyes simply follow your every move as he bites his lip nervously. Your mind is a jumble, too many things swirling around in it at the same time. You shouldn't have let yourself get carried away, you and Daryl aren't meant to be together. The man has hated you since you were kids, you tried too, but as time went on...

"I ain’t hate ya..." Your thoughts are nipped in the bud with the hunter's voice behind you.

"What?" you turn to look at him, he still hasn't moved from where he was sitting, but tries to brush a skin off his fingers nervously.

"I never hated ya..." He confesses again and a wry chuckle escapes you.

"Of course not, tell that to all my lost dolls, or the broken glass in my house, or all the scratches from when we were fighting."

"I ain’t..." He wants to explain himself and at the same time lowers his head in shame. "I was... I was ashamed of how I felt... We were kids, ya suddenly..." He bites his lip not knowing how to explain himself. "From one day to the next ya had boobs and I... and Merle kept tellin’ me how hot ya were gettin’, as if I didn't see it... It pissed me off that he was lookin’ at ya like that..." She mumbles looking at the floor and you don't credit what you're hearing.

"Did my boobs make you stop talking to me and act like an asshole?"

"I couldn't get them out of my head and... fuck they've even grown bigger..." He protests again and you laugh shaking your head.

"My God, you're such an asshole, Daryl Dixon." You walk over to him and sit on his lap, Daryl trembles beneath you thinking you're going to tease him, but you take his hand and place it on your bare chest, his gaze locks on you, his pupils dilating again with desire and you smile. "They've been yours since day one, Daryl." You assure him and kiss him softly, feel his fingers close over your nipple and gasp. "All you had to do was ask."

The End.

I hope yu liked it!

It hurts.

It hurts like hell. You never thought something like this could cause such pain.

And it's not just the pain. You feel stupid and ashamed. You are grateful that there is no one else there to see such an absurd and pathetic scene. If someone were to show up at the door now, you are sure they would laugh at you.

You would laugh at yourself if the pain would let you.

You have fallen. In the shower. After surviving the Walkers, the Greene farm, the Governor, getting out of the Prison alive, now; safe there in Alexandria, after a couple of months in which you have needed to adjust. You have now fallen in the shower.

And not only that, you're sure you've dislocated your shoulder.

You had returned from a reconnaissance tour with your small group, making sure the Walkers are far enough away from the community, looking for supplies to keep the people living there calm and peaceful. After leaving everything organized, giving your share to Deanna and making sure the house is all yours, you decided to take a long and well-deserved shower.

The hot water had relaxed all your muscles and you had decided to spend as much time under the torrent of water as possible. You had forgotten what it was like to enjoy hot water since you left the CDC and now that you were home alone you were going to take advantage of it. You decided to get out of the shower as your skin burned from the hot touch of the water and your head felt a little dizzy. You made a sudden movement and suddenly your vision blurred and you fell to the floor abruptly and absurdly.

And there you were, lying on the bathroom floor, half your body inside the shower, naked, with the shower curtain over your head and your arm in a strange and painful position.

It's humiliating.

You don't know how long you've been lying there when you hear the front door open. You mentally give thanks and try to move, but it's impossible.

"Help!" you shout trying to get the attention of whoever has entered. "I need help!" you shout again, you hear hurried footsteps down the stairs approaching your room.

"Hey, are ya there?" you hear a grunt at the end of the sentence and you close your eyes mentally cursing. Of all the fucking people living in that house, it had to be Daryl Dixon. "Hello?" he calls back to you.

"Yes, Daryl, I'm here."

"Are ya okay?"

"No! I... I fell and I think I dislocated my shoulder..." You snort in frustration. You can't see him, but you can clearly imagine him hesitating on the other side of the door, moving around not knowing whether or not he should come in. "Daryl please..."

"Yeah, sure." You hear the hesitation in his voice before he opens the door and discovers you there, naked and lying on the floor.

It's embarrassing for both of you, though you can't move, as you get an idea that Daryl is standing there, watching you doubtfully, moving his hands nervously or even biting his thumbnail. You hiss as his hands come to rest on your skin, crouching down beside you.

"It's dislocated." He nods and you give him a sidelong glance. "I can... I can reposition it, if ya want... but."

"Yes, please, it really hurts and I need to get up..."

"Okay... it's gonna hurt like hell, but it'll be a moment." He warns you as he places one hand on your shoulder and the other holds your own hand, you squeeze Daryl's hand feeling calmer all of a sudden, safe, even the embarrassment of being naked is gone a little. "Ready? I'll shoot on three, okay?" Daryl informs you and you nod your head squeezing his hand a little tighter. You look away as he stretches out your arm for better access and maneuverability. "Okay...Three!" he yells and pulls on your arm, your shoulder twitches into position, snaps in and the snap of bone is as loud as the scream of pain that escapes you.

It hurts, just as Daryl has warned you, but you feel some relief as you remember that you can move now. You give yourself a few seconds still lying there until you try to sit up, Daryl helps you move, still holding your arm and with your hands clasped together, you slowly sit down on the bathroom floor and Daryl rests your injured arm against your chest.

"Stay like this, don't move it."

"I need to get dressed, Daryl, I know I look hot, but I can't just sit here naked all day." You joke and give him a sidelong glance seeing him avert his gaze, blushing. Okay, you weren't expecting that. "You can leave if you want, I can get dressed and I'll go see Dennise." You assure him and reach for your towel to cover yourself. You hear him mumble something before he walks over to you and drapes the towel over your shoulders covering your nakedness a bit. "Thank you..." you whisper looking at him out of the corner of your eye before trying to get up to go to your room and get dressed.

"Let me... help ya..." he doesn't really know how to tell you, but Daryl tries to help you. You look at him out of the corner of your eye seeing him holding your good arm and draping it across his shoulders to help you up to your room.

With your arm tight to your chest, you hold the towel around your body as best you can and accept Daryl's help leading you to your room. There he opens the door and helps you sit on the bed. You smile gratefully, stretch out to look for underwear in the drawers and look back at him, hesitating. Daryl has moved a few steps away and watches you from the doorway, biting his fingernail, in case you need help.

"Can you grab a dress I have in the closet?" You ask hesitantly. "It's strapless, blue, and so I don't have to move my arm much." You explain and smile at her again gratefully.

He hesitates for a moment, but nods his head approaching your closet, opens and looks for what you asked for. You don't have many dresses, right now for a zombie apocalypse they are not very practical, so right away he finds it, pulls it out carefully and turns around discovering you struggling with your underwear. Pulling your panties up with one hand is harder than you thought.

"Do ya need me to...? Can I help ya with...?" he stammers and drops the dress on the bed, averts his gaze when you look at him in surprise and folds his arms, hiding his hands under his armpits. "It looks complicated..." He whispers and you feel like laughing.

"Yes, it is, but I don't think you want to help me put my panties on." You say wryly.

"The dress... I was talkin' about the... dress..." You mutter again and now it's both of you who are red in the face. You mentally curse once more for your heated mind and try to remember that you've taken quite a hit and dislocated your shoulder. You have more important things to think about than Daryl with your panties in your hand.

"Yeah, sure, thanks..." You look down again and sigh with relief to see your panties already halfway down your thighs.

You startle when you feel a slight tug on your good arm that forces you to stand up. Your body presses against his, his hands grasp the tangled fabric on your legs and he pulls it up to your waist, his rough, tanned skin from work scratching your skin giving you goose bumps.

"Yer like a baby." He growls close to your ear. "I never thought ya'd be so clumsy."

Maybe another time you would have been offended and even hit him for it, but you're speechless, your eyes wide open. You're still glued to his body and the repeated motion causes your nipples to harden against his vest. Daryl leans back onto the bed, his hand resting on your waist, squeezing your skin softly. A sigh escapes your mouth and you squeeze your thighs together. Daryl grabs the dress pulling it over your head, pulling away from you to help you pull your arms through the straps, taking special care with your bruised arm. Once dressed, she steps back a few paces again, her gaze fixed on you and she bites her lip.

"Will ya make it all the way to the infirmary by yerself?" He offers and you manage to snap back to reality. You nod and clear your throat, putting your mind at ease.

"Yeah, I mean no, there's no need, it's just an injured arm and..."

"Ya fell out of the shower, ya took a blow to the head." He shrugs. "Ya could get dizzy..."

Seen this way he's right, right now you're fine, your head doesn't hurt, nor do you feel dizzy or have failing eyesight. You don't live far from the infirmary either, but you could get dizzy on the way and fall like a sack again and it would be even more embarrassing. You smile at him as a thank you and nod.

"Yes, do you mind? I'd feel more at ease..."

"No problem..." He shrugs and waits for you to leave the room, coming after you.

You both walk towards the infirmary without saying much. You walk side by side, not too close, but close enough, when you feel yourself getting dizzy and Daryl is right next to you, his body recharging yours gently and his hand resting on your lower back. You feel your cheeks flush and you look sideways at him with a small smile.

"Thank you..."

He just grunts shaking his head. You gasp in surprise when he pulls you into his arms resting you against his chest. You want to protest, but again your head clouds over. Maybe the blow you've taken has been harder than you thought. When you reach the infirmary and Dennise opens the door, her gaze on you is confused and questioning. Daryl walks in without a word, still with you in his arms setting you down on top of the gurney carefully.

"What happened?" the blonde asks coming towards you.

"I fell in the shower and dislocated my shoulder..."

"Were you two together?" she looks at you raising an eyebrow curiously and your face explodes into a deep shade of red. You look away seeing Daryl who is just as red as you.

"No, no, I was alone, then Daryl came and helped me..." You try to explain yourself stammering nervously, but Dennise doesn't seem to believe your version.

"I'm going to get some painkillers and a sling for your arm." Says the nurse checking that the muscle isn't resented from the dislocation.

"She got dizzy comin' in." Daryl says with a grunt. "Maybe, the blow to the head..."

"You don't have anything visible in your head, but the painkillers will help with the pain and dizziness." Dennise assures before walking away to get a few things and leaves you two alone. You look at Daryl and smile gratefully.

"Thanks for helping me...sorry for messing up your plans."

"It's nothin'..." He shrugs moving a little closer to the gurney. "I ain't really had any plans."

"Good, because I'm going to need you to nurse." Back comes the blonde to you putting the sling on to hold your arm. "Have her rest today, no sudden movements, a painkiller every 8 hours and if she gets dizzy again, you bring her in."

"Sure, no problem." he nodds a little dazed by the young woman's indications, but accept his role. Again he takes you in his arms and you try to let go.

"Daryl I've dislocated my arm, I still can walk!"

"Nah, yer damn clumsy" he growls with a mocking tone in his voice and the two of you walk out of the infirmary back towards home.

The End.

I hope you liked it!

You are trembling on the ground. You still don't know where all those men have come from, but they are undoubtedly Saviors, the group that Jesus and the others have talked about on several occasions, the ones you went to eliminate in one of their bases, now their companions have found all of you in your moment of greatest weakness and have hunted you down like animals.

You cannot stop trembling. Next to you Maggie looks worse and worse, she is getting paler and paler, she is in pain, you have to get to Hilltop as soon as possible or she could lose her baby.

You hear a whistle that all the men answer before the door of the caravan, your caravan, where Eugene should have bought you some time so you could escape. A man emerges from inside it with a bat on his shoulder and a cruel, crooked smile. You dare to raise your head and the blood freezes in your veins when you discover who it is.

Negan.

You met Negan many years ago, you both worked at the same school, he as a gym teacher, you as a literature teacher. Negan had always had a special character, quite a jerk, talkative, haughty and with a changeable mood, easy to annoy and to get into trouble, but he wasn't really a bad person. You two had your history, it was fun, intense, you kept great memories of those days. When it all started you never thought you would see him again.

Much less become what you have before your eyes.

That wickedness, that cruelty that came out of every pore of his skin makes you shudder and your eyes fill with tears. That's the man who has been terrorizing so many people, that's the man who has killed so many innocent people for fun, who has stolen Hilltop's supplies and starved them to death.

You can't believe it.

Negan keeps talking, reciting a well-crafted speech, laughing and having fun at your expense, but you hear nothing. There's a ringing in your ears due to the helplessness, mixed with the fear you feel, yet Negan suddenly stops in front of Daryl, his wire-wrapped bat lifts the archer's face and your stomach clenches painfully.

"No!" you scream attracting everyone's attention, you get up running placing yourself in front of Daryl, stopping the other man who when he recognizes you opens his eyes wildly.

"You..." you whisper in disbelief.

"Negan, please..." you beg him in the same tone.

You can't let him hurt them. You can't let him touch Daryl. The very thought of losing him makes your heart crack into a thousand pieces.

Your relationship with Daryl started to get a little more serious since you found the prison and all the people started getting sick from a swine flu. He took care of you without really needing to, exposing his own health to make sure you were well, he went out every day to get medicine, not only for you, but for everyone who needed it. When little by little you were recovering you couldn't hold back and thanked him for taking care of you by kissing him. You were separated with the fall of the prison, but you never stopped looking for him, completely sure that he could not die. Not like this. When you met again in Terminus, your feelings were much stronger and in the safety and protection of Alexandria you dared at last to put a name to what you were beginning.

Now you can't let Negan take him away from you. You're sure he's still the same man you once knew. Something must have happened to him for him to be behaving like this.

"You're... I thought..." He murmurs again, his gloved hand caresses your cheek and your whole body shudders. "God, I've missed you so much..."

"I'm so glad you're alive." You are sincere, you are glad he is alive, however, now is not the time to relive old memories. "Negan, please... no, I don't know what happened to you, but don't hurt them... they're good people."

Suddenly his blue gaze shifts from your face to your group, everyone is still shaking, heart pounding, Maggie sweating more and more, her skin whiter, grayer. She needs a doctor now.

For Negan you were an important part of his life, you still are, seeing you there with this group, something has stirred inside him. His heart has softened a little like it hasn't for a long time. He has missed you, he always thought that when this had started he had lost you, he lost you long before, he knows that, because he was a jerk and a shitty person, but his feelings for you hadn't changed over the years. But you are there now protecting that group. Protecting that man behind you. He can see the fear in your eyes, the real plea to let them go. To let him go. He moves again and you move with him protecting Daryl again and Negan smiles broadly.

"A lot has changed, hasn't it?" his voice vibrates with a strange, acidic tone.

"Negan..." You try to get his attention again, but his eyes are riveted on Daryl. Of course the archer is looking at him too, his brow furrowed and his jaw tense. "Please, we need a doctor, there's a pregnant woman and..." you want to explain and again he looks at you.

"It's a shame... but you know, you have killed many of my people..."

"You're killing innocent people, Negan, you weren't like this..."

"I'm not?!" He grabs your arm violently and you groan in pain. "What do you know...!?"

"Don't touch her!" Daryl springs up behind you, pulls you away from Negan, as the man doesn't expect him to move, and punches him in the jaw with a clenched fist.

"Daryl, no!" you scream in horror as Negan's men pin him to the ground. You go to help him, but Negan holds you back and you try to break free. "Don't do this, Negan, I beg you!" Tears well up in your eyes.

"He matters to you, doesn't he? He's someone important to you..." He says in a dark tone.

"If ya dare touch her...!" You hear Daryl's voice and it's silenced with a punch. You close your eyes as if the blow was delivered to you and your tears well up.

Negan can't take his eyes off you, every reaction, every gesture you make when you hear or see the other man being hit. A part of him makes him think about how you would react if he were the one taking the blows. He waves his hand and his men turn away from Daryl. You sigh with relief and feel Negan's hand release you and he puts the bat to his shoulder.

"Get the hell out of my sight" He growls angrily. "Cut them loose, move your fucking asses, people, and let's get out of here. I hate wasting time." He orders his men walking away from you.

"Negan!" You call out to him and he stops looking over his shoulder at you. "Thank you..."

He says nothing, just continues on his way, but he feels his heart pounding hard inside his chest.

You don't dare move until Negan and his people are far away. Eugene moves quickly checking that the trailer is in perfect condition, that you can continue to use it. Glenn and Abraham help Maggie into the vehicle, Rick is still in shock but you all have to get moving for your partner. You run to Daryl to help him, he's badly hurt, face bloody and probably bruised ribs, but Daryl lets go of you looking at you suspiciously.

His attitude towards you hurts you, but you understand his reaction. You have a lot of explaining to do.

You arrive at Hilltop and soon Maggie is taken care of, Glenn goes with her, even Daryl must go to have his bruises checked, but he refuses, he is too upset, there are too many things in his head to calm down. You are all in Gregory's office listening to your story, learning why you and Negan knew each other. As you delve deeper into the explanations you can see Daryl off to the side of the room, arms crossed, chewing on the inside of his cheeks before turning around and getting the hell out of there. You lower your head apologetically to the group, Rick nods letting you go and you run after Daryl.

"Daryl!" You call out to him, but he doesn't stop. "Daryl, please wait!" you manage to get to him holding his hand, but he lets go of you turning abruptly.

"I can't believe ya know him!" He faces you and you back up a few steps.

"I didn't know it was him! I never thought..." You try to explain.

"What? ya never thought, what? that yer boyfriend was buzzed out of his mind?" he yells some more, completely upset.

"He's not my boyfriend!" you block his path as he tries to run away again. "That happened a long time ago! Daryl I don't have feelings for him..."

"No? Well he seemed very happy to see ya again! Ya said that ya were glad too!"

"Of course I'm glad, I don't... I don't wish death on anyone, Daryl, but of course I'm hurt and disgusted by what he's become..."

"He'd be better off dead!" he roars and you're surprised by his response.

"Daryl!"

"No! We almost died at his hands! Maggie almost lost her baby! I almost lost ya!" he shouts louder and the last thing you hear stops your heart.

"Daryl...you're not going..."

"He wanted ya!" He speaks again, his voice agitated, nerves on edge. "I could see it in his eyes... I could see how he looked at ya, he..." You hug him and squeeze him into your arms tightly, he resists for a few seconds, but then wraps his arms around your body and rests his forehead on your shoulder. "If I lose ya I..."

"You're not going to lose me, Daryl..." You assure him, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. "They're not going to separate me from you..."

You stop hugging him to look at him, caressing his cheeks lovingly without looking away from his blue eyes laden with fear and doubt.

"I love you Daryl Dixon and you're not going to get rid of me that easily." You joke and he smiles a little, his hands tightening on your waist.

"Love ya too..." he confesses and you wrap your arms around him kissing him again.

Negan had come back into your life and you're sure he's not going to leave for good, but you're going to fight for your people, for your community, for your family. You will remember the time spent with Negan fondly.

But he was no longer the man you knew and you weren't the same he once knew either.

The End.

I hope you liked it as much as I did writing it!!

Sorry for my english, it isn't my first language

Daryl has eyes in his face, he's no stranger to women, and it doesn't mean he doesn't like them either. He just doesn't know how to move around them. He's never been able to feel completely comfortable around them, his mother figure died when he was very young and his brother's friends couldn't be said to be very nice to him. But he has looked at Andrea, at Lori, when they arrived at the farm his eyes were fixed on Maggie, who immediately had a bond with Glenn and Daryl was curiously relieved. He also had Andrea's sister Amy in his sights, but he never really felt comfortable being so young, the same was true of the young Greene girl, her big, blue, frightened eyes caught his attention, but he quickly pushed all such thoughts from his mind. She's just a child. Yet you got into his head from day one. First because you were annoying, then because the smile that would come across your face every time you checked that Daryl's wounds were healing as they should to him made his stomach squirm in a strange way. So he decided to drive you away with grunts, snorts and cutting looks, but nothing seemed to dampen your spirits.

Until you found Sophia, or rather her walking corpse. Your spirits faltered a bit and Daryl felt defeated, he thought he could have saved her and she had been there locked up all this time. Anger got the better of him and he decided to walk away from the group.

That was the first time you dared to hit him and that surprised him even more. There were many things that caught his attention about you, physically, but your character was what managed to unbalance him whenever he thought he knew you completely; you were wild when you had to be, something took hold of you and you lashed out like a bull, always in the right way against the right target, however when you were calm you were kind, you laughed easily and you were even characterized by a slight stuttering product of the nervousness that invaded you when you wanted to tell something very fast and your brain worked faster than your mouth. It was those little things that got Daryl's attention, and he felt a confused need to protect you. However, that night when you lunged at him and hit him, the feeling that came over him was noxious, lascivious. He wished he could have caught you and confronted you, but he wouldn't have laid a finger on you. At least not to hurt you. He had never felt that way before with a woman.

He also wasn't quite sure if it was your words that made him react and go back to the group or he wanted to apologize to Carol for the way he acted, only to learn that Rick had brought a boy there who had been abandoned by his group. Randal. The decision was to eliminate him as his group was dangerous, but you and Dale disagreed.

Then you lost Dale and you completely collapsed.

Dale was a good man who didn't deserve that ending, Daryl knows that too, seeing you in the river trying to get the image of his death out of your mind gave him a confused feeling. He wanted to help you, but he didn't really know how to do it and certainly when he opened his mouth to say something, what came out of it was anything but helpful. You took your anger out on him again and Daryl was unable to control himself then.

Desire.

That's what flooded him the very moment he managed to trap you under his body and his knee pressed the right button. Almost literally. Hearing you gasp and feeling you tremble was what prevented him from being able to hold back any longer. He felt your slight resistance as a warning that maybe he was confusing things, but when he squeezed his knee again and you responded positively, he knew you were on the same page.

 Now Hershel has given you permission to stay at his house. Daryl still prefers the camp, he doesn't like the constant buzz in the living room at night, he prefers the solitude and quiet of his tent. He stands on the porch of the house nibbling his lower lip nervously. His mind can't stop thinking about what you two did at the river, he doesn't know if he should apologize to you or just let it go. You haven't made mention of it, you've gone on with your own mourning, helping to move the campsite around, inside the house, the girls have noticed the hickey Daryl left on your neck unconsciously and every time his gaze crosses Carol's, the woman looks at him amused and he reddens up to his ears. He feels stupid because he's not a fucking teenager anymore, he already has hair on his balls and yet there he is, forming a whole speech in his mind so he can talk to you.

When he sees you walking away from the house with a few things in your arms and you walk into the hayloft where you're holding Randal until you decide what to do with him. His brow furrows and he bites down harder than he expects to, on his fingernail. He hisses and hops off the porch holding the crossbow on his back, going exactly the same way you've gone. He stops abruptly when he hears soft laughter coming from inside the haystack. He would recognize that soft, gentle gesture anywhere. He knows you're trying to be nice to the boy, he doesn't know the reason, but you're trying to make him feel comfortable with you. Daryl frowns harder, something twists in his gut, why would you want to be nice to someone you don't even know? He's one of the bad guys, he's admitted himself that he's part of a dangerous group, so why? A burst of anger and rage seizes him and he opens the haystack door violently.

You freeze as you see him appear through the door, eyes wide open and Daryl is breathing heavily through his nose, his nostrils flaring with each breath and his crossbow held high in the air.

“What the hell is goin' here?” grunts without lowering the crossbow.

“I'm helping him, he's hurt.”

“That ain't yer problem.” He barks and you frown, ignore him and carefully continue to treat Randal's wrists, which are raw from the rubbing of the handcuffs.

Daryl tenses his jaw once again, incredulous that you can be so stubborn. He lowers the crossbow hanging it back on his back and approaches you. Laughter is still ringing in his ears and anger bubbles under his skin. It's frustrating and he doesn't want to feel this way. He doen't know how to make it shut up. He walks over to you and grabs your arm, with a yank he lifts you up and pulls you out of the haystack, you kick and protest trying to let go, but Daryl holds your arm like his hand is an iron pincer. Daryl has to use all his strength because you've dug your heels into the ground and he's practically dragging you because you've left your body in dead weight. Daryl screams in pain as your teeth dig into the hand holding you and he releases you abruptly. Your body loses balance and you fall backwards on your ass. Daryl looks at your scarred teeth in his hand and turns to look at you. You are still on the ground, and the anger is evident in you, but also in him.

“Yer crazy!?” He yells and you snort.

“Am I the crazy here? Really!? What's wrong with you, asshole!?” You yell in return.

“Yer helpin' the enemy!” He grunts looking at his hand again, your bite is turning red and a bit bloody.

“For God sakes, it's a child!”

“He ain't yer problem!” He yells at you once again and you take a breath trying to control yourself.

“Daryl… Randal isn't dangerous, Dale wanted…”

“Dunno talk ‘bout him! Ya ain't belong to our group!”

“That didn't seem to matter to you when you fucked me!”

“It was a mistake!”

“Oh! Sure it was!”

Daryl's jaw tenses when he hears your response. He knows he hasn't been able to control his mouth in time either, but hearing those words come out of your mouth still ring in his ears. You suddenly relax, Daryl also seems to deflate a bit, but he still frowns as he can't stop thinking about how you were helping the kid in the haystack.

"Let's go. Don't come by here again." He growls and grabs your arm again, tugging you slightly.

"W... What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!" You demand wanting to let go. "Who do you think you are to order me anything, you think because you fuck me you have the right to talk to me like that!?"

"Shut up!" He yells back and looks around, the last thing he needs right now is for everyone to know. You frown as you watch him look desperately everywhere.

"Do I disgust you that much that you don't want anyone to know?" you ask him hurt and Daryl's eyes widen again.

Something snaps inside Daryl, he doesn't know how to deal with the words that just came out of your mouth. He doesn't feel disgusted by you, in fact it's quite the opposite, in any case he would feel disgusted with himself for assaulting you like that in the river, but he doesn't know how to express himself, he's never been good with words and when he's under pressure even less so he growls in frustration, letting go of your arm.

“Ya a stupid bitch!” He grunts and he turns away, feeling the anger rising in his stomach.

But things don't get any better, when Randal escapes and soon after Daryl discovers that it was Shane who let him out and he killed him himself. Rick is out there with him, you want to go looking for them, but a gunshot in the distance freezes the blood in your veins. And not only that, a horde of Walkers is approaching the farm. Panic sets in from one moment to the next, the barn is on fire, the dead are surrounding the house, Carl has disappeared... everything is in complete chaos. Daryl manages to get out of there with the motorcycle, he sees Rick pass by with Lori and Carl in a car, Maggie and Glenn are also riding together. He is nervous because he stays behind checking that everyone is getting out of there, but he doesn't see you. A pressure digs into his chest. He bites his lip and shakes his leg desperately. T-dog drives by with the blue van and they stop.

"Daryl! She's been left behind! She was surrounded by Walkers!" yells Carol at him and needs no more information.

He starts the engine of the bike and turns around going back to the farm, he knows that the noise of the bike can attract the attention of the dead, but he doesn't care. He just wants to find you. He spots you on the side of the farm, running away from several Walkers and speeds up to get to where you are. He can see a gesture of surprise and relief on your face at the sight of him, there are traces of tears on your dirty face, but now is not the time.

“C'mon! I haven't all day!” Daryl screams and you practically jump on the back of his bike.

Daryl doesn't stop as you get out of there, he even speeds up again. On the same ride you get well on his back and dare to go around his waist pressing yourself against his back. When the farm is far enough away and there is no sign of any Walkers nearby, Daryl diverts the path of his bike by stopping on the side of the road. There is a small rest area and he leaves the bike there. He gets out of his seat, running his hands over his face. He is frustrated and scared. He doesn't like feeling this way, he feels he can't think clearly. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as you get off the bike too, looking around nervously, rubbing your arms in an attempt to comfort yourself. Daryl walks purposefully towards you, fists clenched, heart racing.

“Yer hurt? Bites? Scratches?” He asks approaching you.

“N… no… they didn't catch me…” You mumble nervously, your eyes again filled with tears. “But… Andrea… she…”

“Dunno care Andrea now.” He cuts off your words and you look at him surprised.

Daryl holds your face in his hands and leans in to kiss you. The surprise is evident on your face, of all the things you expected Daryl to be able to do in a situation like this, kissing you was the one you never would have imagined. He can't pull away, as your lips meet the images of the river come back to his mind and his whole body reacts as your hands rest on his waist and your mouth opens, giving him access. His hand tightens in your hair and the other goes down to your waist to press your bodies closer together. You gasp and Daryl tenses for a moment, then pulls away, his breathing ragged and pupils dilated.

“Yer okay?”

“Y… yes… I'm just…” You aren't sure what to say.

“Let's go, we have to find the others.” He says to you and you nod.

You return to the bike and without saying anything you set off again towards the road where you hope to find the rest of the group. Luckily the others are there waiting for you. After agreeing on what you are going to do from now on, you set off, Daryl makes room for you on the back of his bike and you continue your journey together. The hunter has insisted on it, after what happened at the Greene farm he doesn't want to lose sight of you as much as possible. The following months become hard, Daryl hunts what he finds to try to keep the group, in the houses they find they have already looted the supplies or there are so many Walkers that you can't even stay there to rest.

That night Daryl is standing guard at the camp you have managed to set up among some ruins on the side of the road. He's had a strange conversation with Carol, doubting Rick's leadership, and now he can't stop thinking about it. Rick is keeping you alive, why should he be doing anything wrong? What was the woman expecting him to do? He growls low and bites his thumb. He tenses under his poncho turning his head and discovers you at his side, arms crossed, wanting to keep your body warm, winter is coming to Georgia and if it catches you on the road, you'll be screwed. Even more so with a baby on the way.

“What’re ya doin'? Go to sleep.” He says to you and you shake your head approaching him. “What?” He asks you with a frown when he sees that you don't open your mouth.

“You kissed me… again.” You finally say and Daryl feels all his body tense. “You said that was a mistake and you kissed me later…”

“You said it was a mistake too.” He says with a husky voice, looking down avoiding your eyes.

“Of course I said it, what’s suppose I have to say when you look at me like that?” You tell him with a frown and running a hand over your face. Daryl sees your frustration and understands you, for he feels the same way, he is not able to deal with what is tormenting him, there are too many things on his mind and he is not able to put them all in order. He gets up from the stone he is sitting on and walks towards you, he doesn't really know what he is going to say to you, nor how the words that are jumbling around in his head will come out of his mouth.

“I… I don't think it was a mistake… I wanted it to happen but… not like this, I…” He keeps stammering, a stutter prevents him from expressing himself as he would really like to. You continue to stare at him, waiting. “Yer always on my mind and… I tried to pushed ya away ‘cause…”

“Are you trying to say me that you like me?”

“I dunno… I never felt… like this before…”

“And what’s about Randal? You were jealous?”

“No. Maybe…” Daryl looks down once more shaking his shoulders in a vague response. He can almost feel you smiling and that again bothers him. He doesn't like you teasing him, he's not good at it and he feels trapped.

“It's okay, Daryl, I understand what are you trying to say, but you can't talk to me or treat me like this, I'm a human and I have my own feelings, you know? I'm not going to pressure you, if you really feel something for me… just tell me when you’ll feel ready, but please don't push me away from you… we can be friends too… don't you think?”

Daryl hesitates for a moment, but finally nods his head with a small grunt reaffirming his gesture and you smile. Daryl sees the hesitation in you and his heart races as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek.

“Good night, Daryl.” You mutter and return to the group, leaving the hunter with his guard.

 After a few more days of searching, you finally find the prison. It's full of walkers, but you manage to clear the outside courtyard and get a decent meal. In the distance you see Daryl and Carol talking on top of the bus you have placed at the gate so the walkers can't get to you. You smile because you're glad to see that the redneck finally trusts the rest of the group enough to dare to make friends, plus you feel a strange and beautiful friendship forming between the two of them and you like that. You have a quiet dinner, even Beth starts to sing, calming the tension of your tired bodies. The next morning you clean up Block C and although it is unpleasant to know that all those people have died there in the worst way, you now have a roof over your heads. Daryl doesn't seem comfortable with sleeping in a cell, so he stays in the hallway on the second floor, with a few sheets and using his own backpack and quiver as a pillow, but for the most part you're all fine.

Until chaos breaks out once again.

You have found some prisoners in the mess hall who are trying to survive as best they can. Some of them have no intention of starting a war with the group, but others are unable to leave their past behind. Rick has to make the decision to get rid of them, but they manage to take the walker yard again and you are forced to fight for your lives once more. When all the chaos passes, Carl and Maggie show up with a baby in their arms, but Lori doesn't come back with them. Grief and despair take hold of Rick who seems immersed in his own madness for the next few days. You all strive to care for the little baby as she travels from hand to hand being coddled and fed. Daryl looks very tender with the baby in his arms.

However, something else is bothering the hunter and he is not able to hide it. After they helped save the block, Axel and Oscar have become part of the group, although not everyone trusts them. Daryl keeps a close eye on them, Oscar is quiet and doesn't talk much, but Axel just hangs around the women in the group and he doesn't like it. He's even seen Carol call him out for getting too close to Beth.

That morning you are busy at the gate killing walkers who crowd the prison gate wanting to get to you. It is one of the tasks you take turns, keeping watch, killing walkers, taking care of the baby and looking for supplies that you can't find in the prison as you don't trust yourselves to go too far from C block, in case you find yourselves surrounded by walkers again. Axel is with you helping you, or rather giving you conversation more than helping. The man hasn't interacted with anyone of the opposite sex for too long and it's obvious he has his own needs, you are amused by his desperate attempt to get one of you to like him, but he always fails.

"Hey, you!" You both hear Daryl's voice approaching you. "Go back inside, yer on watchtower duty." He says to Axel growling at the end of the sentence. Axel seems to hesitate for a moment, but finally gives him the iron bar and walks away leaving you two alone. You watch Daryl's frown as he watches the man walk away, biting his lip.

"He was just helping me." You tell him earning a snort.

"That one doesn't want to help ya, why are ya always surrounded by men?" he growls in annoyance and you raise your eyebrows letting out an amused chuckle. Daryl scowls at you, he doesn't see the humor in it. “What?”

“No, nothing… It’s pretty funny seeing you jealous…”

“I ain’t…” He mutters and bites his lower lip in frustration. “It’s his fault, he’s always around ya, like a prick, What’s the matter with him? He was a vulture in other life or what?” He grunts once again and you laugh hard.

“Sorry…” You say when you see him frowning. “But Axel is harmless. I mean, he's been alone for a long time, surrounded by men, I think he's feeling a little overwhelmed now and trying to.... I don't know, be a gentleman."

"Oh sure, a gentleman, he just wants to fuck someone."

"Yes, but as I say he tries to conquer our heart first." You laugh again and Daryl clenches his jaw in disgust. "Two days ago he thought Carol was a lesbian and wen she said him that she wasn’t he hasn't left her alone since that… He's afraid of me, he doesn't talk much with me."

"Yeah, I just saw that." Daryl says with a teasing tone.

"I guess it's also because you're always around me and looking at everyone with that face." You shrug and Daryl shoots you an angry look and you laugh. "Yeah, that one."

"Shut up..." He mutters lowering his gaze, feeling his anger slowly deflate.

You smile leaving your task of keeping the walkers at bay. That morning there isn’t too much movement around the prison, so you can be safe for another day. You place the iron bar on your belt and walk over to him, stroking his cheek affectionately. Daryl feels himself flinch under your touch and his fists clench. He is unable to control himself when you are near and it frustrates him. He looks up to face you seeing you still smiling for him and something twists inside him.

Rick is slowly coming to his senses only to be rammed by a new threat. Gleen and Maggie have been kidnapped by a psychopath and a wounded woman has appeared by the prison telling you about a town, not far from there, where the "Governor" is a sinister man, the people seem to live in peace and harmony, but there are many things hidden. They are the ones who have taken Gleen and Maggie. Rick prepares a patrol to go in search of them, Daryl has become his most trusted man, so he is not going to leave him alone at any time, the new woman, Michionne, also goes to show them the way, Oscar also joins the cause although Rick isn’t totally convinced of this. They are going out that same night and you approach Daryl. You touch his arm, concerned, and he looks at you biting his lip.

"Be safe..." You ask squeezing your hands nervously. "Come home, please." You ask again, staring at him. Daryl falls silent, his heart beating too fast, wanting to say something, but his mouth refuses to cooperate. He grunts and nods, reaches up to brush against your arm, but you can't control yourself and hug him, hiding your face in his chest. Daryl's whole body tenses under your touch, but he succeeds in squeezing your shoulders kissing the top of your head.

"I'll be back, don't worry." He promises you.

But Daryl doesn't come back.

Daryl has found his brother and he’s his family. No one wants him in prison and he isn’t going to give him up again. He knows he isn’t acting consciously, that his real family is in the prison, that Merle has abandoned him throughout his life so many times he can't count them anymore, yet he is unable to abandon him. He is his brother. As they move away from the rest of the group Daryl endures the taunts and insults Merle has in store for each of those he considers his friends. His mouth starts to fill with shit when he talks about Gleen and Daryl explodes because he doesn't know shit about any of you. Then in his mind you pop up and he stops. He shouldn't be there. He's promised you he was going back to the prison and yet there he is, in the middle of the woods with a total asshole he can't even call a brother, who allied himself with a bunch of psychos instead of going after him, instead of helping Andrea get out of there he was following everything the Governor said to the letter. It was pathetic. He snorts loudly and shoves his brother's shoulder who looks at him confused.

"What yer doin’ man?"

"I'm going back to where I really belong." He grunts without stopping walking. "Ya can do whatever the hell ya want, like always." He sentences leaving his brother behind.

You are in your cell hugging your legs nervously. Your head is resting on your knees and you feel that you are unable to control your tears again. Daryl is gone, and that has broken you more than you thought it would. You had really hoped that he would return to the prison, maybe not with you, but with the rest of the group, he had earned his place in a big way, everyone wanted him there and yet, from what Gleen and Maggie had told you, he had put his own brother above any of you. You'd understand if Merle wasn't... well, Merle. Axel has tried to talk to you, not just him, Carol is also hurt by the archer's abandonment, but you don't want to see anyone. You have no right to feel that way either, you know Daryl didn't formally confess, he was fighting his own feelings and you gave him the space he felt he needed, you asked him not to treat you differently and he had tried by making your living together more pleasant for both of you.

You sniffle through your nose and wipe your tears away in frustration. You startle when you discover a figure leaning against your cell door and your heart stops.

"Who made ya cry?" he asks you hoarsely, with a smile that reflects apology and you laugh in a gasp.

"An idiot..." You joke seeing his smile widen and he gives you a sidelong glance.

"Sorry..." He mumbles and dares to enter your cell with hesitant steps. You get up from your bunk and walk over to him hugging him, not caring if he is uncomfortable with it or not. He owes you, for making you care. "I'm back, girl." He whispers in your ear and your hair stands up in goose bumps.

You pull away and you know that maybe you're crossing a line that Daryl can't afford yet, but you don't care. You stand on tiptoe and kiss him holding onto his shoulders. Daryl's body tenses again, but he responds to your kiss by grabbing your cheeks and taking a step forward, the two of you standing in the center of the cell. You gasp against his mouth and his tongue tangles with yours making the kiss more intense. Daryl's hands tighten on your waist like a pincer, you stroke the back of his neck, tugging at the slightly longer locks hearing him growl against your mouth. He slowly pulls you back until your back slams against the bunk structure. You need a moment to breathe, his mouth moves down to your neck, kissing and biting your skin, you gasp and close your eyes at the sensation, your hands run down his back pressing your fingers lightly against his shoulders as his teeth close a little tighter on the curve of your neck and his lips suck on your skin leaving a small mark. You spread a few centimeters apart so that Daryl manages to remove the various layers of shirts you're wearing and lays you down on the cell bunk. He watches you from your position, your breathing agitated, your cheeks flushed and your skin marked by the line of his kisses and the trace of his beard. He hesitates before shedding his vest and tank top and you gasp in surprise. After that day you healed him at the Greene farm you had never seen his naked torso again. You discover some new scars, but you don't stop to ask. Not now. Daryl awkwardly gets rid of his boots and his pants and stands completely naked in front of you. You bite your lip with desire, roaming his body with your gaze. Daryl walks over to you, you try to get rid of what's left of your clothes, but he takes over. You groan as he pulls your legs apart and bites your cunt on the rough fabric of your jeans. A giggle escapes you as you feel the man's desperation as he growls and nearly rips your clothes from your skin. He crawls until he is completely on top of you and kisses you desperately, bites your lips, bursts inside your mouth with his tongue making you gasp and sigh arching under his body as he starts rubbing his hard cock against your cunt covered by the fabric of your panties still feeling you getting wetter and wetter.

"Daryl..." You gasp his name getting his attention. His gaze is darkened, his pupils dilated and there's a strange smile on his mouth that makes you shudder beneath him.

"I'm here, girl..." He growls again, settles on top of you reaching a hand between your bodies, stroking you over the fabric of your panties, you moan and bite your lip, you spread your legs wider to give him more access and he joins in to rip the fabric protecting you. "Yer so wet for me..." He says sliding his fingers through your folds feeling his fingers getting wet every time he moves them up and down all over your pussy. You moan again and wiggle your hips against him, wanting to feel his fingers inside you. "Yer so desperated..." Your whole body vibrates as his breath brushes against your swollen muscle, sending gentle shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You bite your lip and close your eyes in anticipation of what's to come, wishing he would.

“Please, Daryl… I need you…” You beg and the hunter grunts against your pussy and opens his mouth catching yours folds with his lips sucking all your wetness. You moan loudly and arch up, thrusting your hips against his mouth. His tongue runs along your folds and his lips suck on your clit, he licks and lightly bites your sensitive muscle making you tremble under his touch and your fingers close tightly around his hair. “Daryl!” You moan again bitting your lower lip.

“Ya taste so fuckin’ good” He grunts and you feel your cheeks blushing.

His mouth plays and has fun with your pussy making you wetter and wetter, your gasps and moans louder, you shudder under his body feeling like you are on the verge of your orgasm, Daryl's fingers grope the entrance of your cunt and slide slowly, without resistance, he moves them in and out and you can't hold on any longer. You moan louder and arch against his fingers feeling yourself cum clutching the sheets of the bunk as your mind becomes a mess and your vision dims seeing little sparks of light. Daryl's tongue picks up your cum sucking on your clit once more before crawling over you and seeking your mouth kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue and gasp at the taste.

“I want…” You start saying feeling all your face red, but he shakes his head.

“Not now.” He just says and he puts your legs around his own waist.

The tip of his cock brushes your entrance and he stares at you, you bite your lip nodding your head, giving him the permission his gaze is asking for. Daryl slowly pushes slowly entering your pussy, which dilates with every inch he pushes inside until he is completely encased inside you. You both gasp in pleasure, your walls tighten around his cock feeling it throb inside you. Daryl grunts and holding onto the sheets begins to move on top of you. You moan arching under his body as his cock touches a g spot and you hug his shoulders moving in time with him, clenching around him each time you feel him thrusting in and out of you, snatching grunts of pleasure that turn into soft moans hidden in the hollow of your neck. Slowly Daryl's hips begin to move faster, his breathing becomes erratic and his thrusts become more and more irregular and jerky inside you feeling on the edge. His hands sink under your body to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him, feeling him deeper if possible. His last onslaught hits your g-spot and you moan arching up, hugging his shoulders, clawing at his skin, cumming on his cock, clenching around him bringing him to his own climax, feeling him fill you completely.

You don't know at what point you've fallen asleep, but you wake with a start when the smell of humor hits your nose. You open your eyes to find Daryl sitting on the edge of the bunk, his back to you, smoking absentmindedly, oblivious to the fact that you've woken up or it seems. You lie there for a moment, staring at his scarred back. It isn’t the first time you've seen it, but it’s the first time Daryl seems to have allowed you to do so willingly. They are very old signs, he clearly never had an easy life, but that has made him strong over the years. You bite your lip and slowly sit up behind him, making just enough noise for him to know you're awake, for him to cover if he needs to, but Daryl doesn't move. You sit on his back wrapping your arms around his chest kissing every scar on his back. You feel him tense for a moment, but he doesn't move, he lets you trace each mark with your lips, feeling his skin go goosebumps at the warm touch of your lips, your hands caress his chest, run over the scars on his belly and chest, Daryl sighs and tosses the cigarette to the floor of the cell, resting his hands on your legs dangling on either side of his body.

"I can't leave ya..." He mumbles and you look sideways at him, saying nothing. "This is where I belong now... With everyone, with ya..." He bites his lip feeling like it's hard for him to talk about it. "If ya..."

"Yes, yes I want to be with you, Daryl, I don't want to be separated from you anymore..." you whisper against his back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I ain’t goin’ anywhere." He promises you and you both smile.

Thanks for reading! I hoped you enjoyed it!!

Howl. AU.

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(for the story in general); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Outside Narrator.

Races:

Metis: Sired between two werewolves product of love or desire breaking the established rules within the pack, but may be bred within the pack anyway if allowed. Usually marked with physical and psychological deformities, sterile and mostly disowned by their own kind.

Hominids: Of human mother and werewolf father, they grow up among humans and learn to live in society, nature is vague in them, but still they reach change like any other werewolf. Sometimes the packs find them before their first change or sometimes after.

Lupus: Born of a pair of werewolves. Their ability is reduced to being a wolf, human society and interaction with it has been scarce or non-existent throughout their lives, so they do not know how to behave in front of humans. They live mostly in forests or with their packs.

Characters outside TWD:

Ixeya: Omega. Born as a wolf her interaction with humans has been little to none. She lived with a nomadic pack moving north into the United States, but sensed the presence of an Alpha wanting to disassociate herself from her pack, being attacked and exiled. She has wandered the Woodbury woods searching for this male, but is so weak that she can barely maintain a defined form.

Ixeya Pack: A young pack with an Alpha of only two years of maturity. A Lupus who picked up his family's lineage by leading his new pack into the forests and territory that belonged to him by blood and heritage, the sons of werewolves are becoming increasingly scarce by USA and seek new members to join their pack, but an encounter with an adult Alpha will put their balance as a pack in jeopardy. The young Lupus will be intimidated by the presence of a mere Metis reject and will try to take over his own territory. But the Metis will not be alone.

Gaia: Deity of the Werewolves, the Mother who created them.

Alpha: Leader of the pack, pure lineage, bonds with its mate for life, mostly an Omega mate but there have been cases where Alphas also seek out other wolves or humans that do not meet the characteristics of an Omega.

Omega: Leader of the pack when she bonds with an Alpha who claims her, her Omega identity is awakened after her First Change, the Heat comes soon after. Once she is bonded to her Alpha by the Bite Mark, they will form their own pack, with their own pups and no other Alpha will be able to claim her. If that happens, the Alphas will be involved in a bloody fight, if the Alpha who marked her dies, the bond disappears and she can be claimed by another Alpha.

Heat:

For Ixeya being human and wolf she has two types of heat. The wolf heat that occurs in her twice a year, as Omega, is intense and desperate, she is not able to control herself, she desperately looks for an Alpha to take her as his, when she is Marked, then this heat will become less intense and only perceptible to her Alpha. As a human, every month she will have a period with bleeding that will last about a week.

For the males not Omegas there is no estrus as such, but they will be powerfully attracted to the females when they come into estrus, desiring to join them. Hierarchies in the herd establish who can and who cannot join with another mate. When these rules are broken, the offspring born are called Metis and are cursed by the herd. Often exiled or killed.

Pregnancy:

Depending on the mate or pregnancy.

If the couple is of different breeds, the female is dominant, if it is a Lupus the pregnancy will be in animal form and the pups will be born as wolf cubs that will present their first natural change as humans in six months, growing then as normal humans. After maturation and their first change, their aging will slow down like any werewolf reaching a long life of over a hundred years.

If Hominid the pregnancy will be in human form, with only one pup, multiple pregnancies are rare and scarce. Their first change occurs after human maturity and are usually more uncontrolled with lunar influx.

Metis are often sterile, the result of the curse imposed by the herd for breaking the established rules. Some cases of fertile males are known, but it is not known that they have had offspring, the Metis females that have managed to have cubs have died in childbirth along with their offspring.

The Ixeya herd is composed of several members of different races, Lupus and Hominids, but all are ruled under the command of the Alpha leader who is the only one who can have offspring, whoever he chooses as his mate, he does not have a unique female for himself. His intention was to unite with the Omega of the pack, but she ran away looking for an adult Alpha and was chased and punished for it.

I think that's all, if there is anything else that escapes me I will post it right here.