Just Ride
daryl x reader
warnings: smut, face riding, lowkey sub daryl, yeah…
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It all started because Eugene can’t mind his damn business.
You weren’t even in the room when it happened, which was a blessing and a curse. Because the story reached you through Tara, who was still crying laughing when she told it, and the secondhand embarrassment alone was enough to make you want to move out of Alexandria.
“Dude,” she wheezed, barely able to speak, “Eugene walked in on Rosita. On Abraham.”
You raised a brow. “On Abraham?”
“On. Like. Riding his face. Just full blown porno energy! I swear I’m not lying!”
You stared at her, horrified and already laughing.
“And the best part,” Tara said, “is Eugene trying to explain it like it’s some kind of… military maneuver. Called it a—what did he say?—a reverse frontal oral saddle maneuver. I swear to God.”
You choked. “What the hell does that even mean?”
“Means Rosita was sitting on Abraham’s face and Eugene’s whole worldview shattered,” Tara said. “He was rambling about it to me in the kitchen when Daryl walked by and heard the tail end of it. Just stopped and stared, like he saw a ghost.”
You blinked. “Daryl?”
“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “He heard the words ‘face’ and ‘saddle’ and turned bright red. Never seen that man move so fast… just turned around and booked it.”
At the time, you brushed it off. But later that night, back in your shared room, tucked into your warm little corner of post apocalyptic domestic bliss, you started to notice something… off.
Daryl was quiet. More than usual. Sitting on the edge of the bed, picking at a tear in his jeans, jaw tight like he was thinking hard.
“You okay?” you asked, brushing your hair out in the mirror.
He grunted. “Yeah.”
A beat of silence. Then came,
“Hey… you ever… sit on someone’s face before?”
You froze. Slowly turned around.
“…What?”
Daryl’s face was serious. Practically glowing. He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the floor.
“Jus’… heard somethin’. Earlier. From Eugene. Somethin’ ‘bout Rosita. An’ Abraham. Tara said she was… y’know. On his face. Thought that was a thing women liked.”
Your jaw dropped, then you burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, Daryl—”
“I ain’t jokin’.” he huffed, crossing his arms, now fully defensive. “I ain’t never seen nothin’ like that before. Sounded kinda… I dunno. Hot.”
You bit the inside of your mouth, just to keep from grinning too hard. He was so serious. Nervous like a schoolboy. But his pupils were blown, his voice just a little breathless.
“You wanna try it?” you asked, tilting your head.
He hesitated. Then nodded.
“Yeah. Wanna see what it’s like.”
You didn’t even get to the bed.
Daryl was already sprawled out on the rug by the window, shirt off, looking like he was about to be sacrificed to the gods. His hands were clenched at his sides, nervous, lips parted like he didn’t know how to breathe right.
You stood over him slowly, watching his eyes trail up your body.
“You sure?” you asked gently.
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I’m sure. Wanna… feel you.”
You crawled up over him, your knees on either side of his head, and his breath hitched as your thighs brushed his cheeks. He looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. His hands lifted slowly, reverently, to grip your hips.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, eyes wide. “You’re so wet already…”
“Yeah baby,” you murmured, lowering yourself inch by inch, your slick dragging along his lips. “Been wet since you asked.”
He whimpered.
The moment your cunt settled fully on his face, Daryl groaned. Loud and desperate. His tongue shot out, licking up your folds in a long, messy stroke, hands digging into your thighs like he never wanted to let go.
“That’s it,” you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair. “Just like that.”
He was eating you like a man possessed. No hesitation now, no nervousness… just pure, hungry devotion. His tongue licked and lapped, his nose bumped your clit, and every time you rocked your hips down just a little harder, he moaned. The sounds he was making sent heat rushing straight to your core.
“Good boy,” you whispered. “My good boy.”
He whimpered into you, again. You looked down, and your stomach flipped.
He was grinding into the floor. His cock flushed and hard, untouched, smearing precum on his own stomach. The desperation in his hips made your head spin.
“Baby,” you cooed, cupping his jaw, “are you that worked up already?”
He nodded under you, lips glossy and wet. “Feels so good,” he gasped. “Could stay here forever…”
“You wanna come like this?” you teased. “Just from eating me out?”
He moaned something that sounded like please.
You couldn’t help yourself. You rode his tongue harder, grinding down, your thighs shaking as the heat built and built until—
You came with a cry, clenching around nothing, thighs trapping his face while he kept going like he needed it to live. When you finally pulled off him, his face was soaked, his eyes dazed, lips swollen and shining.
“Fuck…” he breathed.
You lied down beside him. “You okay?”
He nodded. “Fuckin’ obsessed with that,” he mumbled. “Think you broke my brain.”
You smiled and kissed him.
Daryl muttered, clearer this time,
“Wanna do that again?”
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a/n i wrote this really quick PLZ ignore the rushed ending and lowkey sloppy writing okay bai
