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You and Daryl are out for a run. Things got heated when your gun accidentally went off, it was an animal you presumed was a walker that spooked you. The sudden loud crack echoed through the building you were in. The explosion alarmed all the walkers nearby, and they were headed in your direction. With a defeated tone, you blurted. “Fuck- I’m so sorry.” There was no time for apologies, you guys had to get out as soon as possible. Daryl shattered the only window in the room and motioned for you to climb out first. Luckily, it was the first floor, so you two made a break for the car. The ride was silent for what felt like forever until Daryl finally broke the tension, “What the hell is wrong with you?” You look at him dumbfounded, like you had planned for this to happen. When your life was also at risk. You spat, “I didn’t mean to, I said I was sorry Daryl.” Daryl disputed, “It doesn’t matter if you’re sorry, we could’ve died! Do you know how important this trip was.” Daryl’s eyes didn’t cross yours. His eyes focused on the road. You reassured him, “At least we came out with our lives. We can always come back.” Daryl abruptly stopped the car. “I don’t want you in danger, don’t you care about your own life.” He clenched his jaw, gripping the steering wheel with no signs of release. After a few long moments of silence, Daryl with his head down. Your eyes scanning the forest beyond the window, unable to look at him. Daryl laid back in his seat. he uttered, “C’mere.” “I can't bear the thought of you leaving me alone.” Daryl’s body flushed when you climbed on top of him. Your legs parted as you sat on his lap, lifting his jaw to look you in the eyes. You breathed lightly, “I’m sorry.” Usually, his hands would explore your body. Hungrily, eager and desperate for your touch. Today he was too upset his face told you that he was irritated. But his body shuddered to every move your body made. Everytime your body grinds on his jeans, he desperately tried to hide the flush on his face. A spot on his pants turning a dark hue, making noises that are sinful to listen to. Your body boiled on his lap, Daryl's cock protruded through his rough denim jeans. You felt how hard he was. Immediately, all your rationale left your head. His gravely southern voice filled your head when he whispered, “Take your pants off for me, sweetheart, I want to feel you.”
