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Rays of sun poked through the blinds of a blue, two story Alexandrian home on a perfectly warm day during the spring. The window's shades somehow aimed the radiant energy from the sun right into Daryl's eyes. He tried to rid his sight of the blinding beams, but failed miserably.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Daryl spotted the curtains peeking open just the slightest bit, enough for the rays of sunshine to peek through like a laser. He glanced down, the comforter leaving his chest bare, covering his pelvic area and legs. About to pull the sheets over his head, he picked up a faint groaning sound coming from your side of the bed, gazing over to your figure.

Then he noticed the rays of sun were aimed right for your eyes, as well.

Daryl, not wanting to disturb your rest, carefully lifted from the bed, stepping as quiet as possible over to each set of blinds; he adjusted them accordingly, so you could gain another hour or so of sleep. Daryl's half awake state wouldn't last long, knowing that once he had gotten up from bed, there would be no falling back asleep for him. Even with your comforting body next to him, he struggled to rest.

His weight shifted to the bed again, beginning to descend onto the mattress. as his deft hand lifted the covers, he caught a glimpse at your figure under the drapery of the bed. You were wearing one of Daryl's shirts, a fairly dark one that reached well below your waist. Wearing bottoms of any kind to bed escaped you when the temperatures in Virginia got warmer than usual, especially this time of year.

His gaze drifted from the small of your back down to your waist and the undergarments you wore. It wasn't easy for Daryl to get distracted in general, but your body lying close to him like this leads his brain to other places.

The underwear you wore wasn't like the other ones you had, usual pieces were bikini style panties, usually plain and didn't show anything off. The apocalypse had you looking for clean clothes and underwear constantly, those being the main style you'd brought back. Though Daryl didn't mind. Other times you wore pairs of his boxers he thought you liked or ones that didn't fit him well.

You had discarded your regular underwear for a black lace thong that accentuated your ass and curves of your waist.

Daryl's eyes darted towards and away from that area of your body, not wanting to rile himself up this early in the morning. He wondered why you wore something so uncomfortable looking to sleep. He also knew women suffered more than men, even before the world ended, putting themselves in painful high heels and skin tight dresses for their own confidence and style.

Why after all that time would you put your precious body in that position?

Why, when you could settle for something different? Or nothing at all?

His body ached as he settled into bed again, hearing your soft breathing as a sign you hadn't woken up from his movements before. The temperature must have gotten to you, unconsciously pulling the sheets down past your waist, and your shirt up for more access to the cool air.

What you didn't realize was the view you were giving Daryl. His eyes studied your movements, how you unknowingly gave him the best view he'd ever wanted.

Daryl's mind was sure spinning now as you moaned lightly from the contact of the cool air on your skin. You settled in stillness again, drifting further into sleep.

He, on the other hand, was dealing with a tightness in his boxers that grew every second his eyes trailed down to your lacy undergarment. Daryl couldn't ignore the feeling and thoughts you brought to his head, especially not after you so innocently revealed yourself to him, without even knowing you were.

"Shit," Daryl murmured to himself, glancing down to the tent in his pants that became more apparent every second he let his mind cram up with thoughts of you.

He got so easily worked up in such a boyish way over your body, Daryl couldn't handle himself or the distracting thoughts that came.

Though he wanted to let you rest and deal with his problem by himself, he always preferred your touches. The pleasure shared between you two was rarely one sided, insisting on your pleasure as well as his.

Daryl trailed his hand down to his boxers, giving his bulge under the fabric a slight squeeze, throbbing against the cotton.

Glancing over to you once more, he saw your hair lazily thrown onto your pillow, eyes closed in bliss. Daryl rolled over onto his side, inches away from your back. His soft fingertips breached the fabric of your shirt, softly rubbing up your back.

You hadn't shifted at first, taking in the feeling like it was part of your dream. His movement shifted downwards and back up again, the contact waking you from slumber.

"Mmm... feels good," you mumbled, still half asleep with your eyes closed. It wasn't until you felt Daryl's hand trail further up your back that your eyes opened.

"Mornin', sunshine." Daryl grumbled against your neck, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. You rarely got this type of attention in the mornings, since Daryl was usually a very early riser. Meaning, he was out of bed and the house before you would wake.

"Morning, babe.. what's gotten into you, huh?" you giggled, feeling the hairs of Daryl's beard trail kisses over your neck and back.

"Ya woke another part of me up today... wearin' that to bed an' no shorts..." Daryl groaned, finally pushing his hard member against your bottom. "Can't ya tell what yer doin' to me?"

To be quite honest, you'd forgotten you were wearing such a thing, let alone know what effect it would have on Daryl when he saw you in it.

"You, mister Dixon, have a dirty dirty mind." turning your head, Daryl met you with a passionate kiss.

"Need ya.." he growled through another kiss, breath hitching as his mind brought the sensations from other nights he'd made love to you.

"Must be pretty desperate, waking a lady from her beauty sleep for somethin' like this.." letting out a soft chuckle, your hand found its way under his chin.

Daryl groaned as the surprise weight of your body pushed back on his tented boxers again.

"Yer already beautiful to me, darlin'.. Jus' need ya."

"Then take what you want from me..." you whispered into Daryl's ear, before turning back around to pull the shirt off your body. He could only see the silhouette of your breasts from behind you, taking that as his sign for him to undress.

His fingertips met the waistband of his boxers, the cloth pulling on his tip as he tossed them away from his body. His hard length hit the area of skin by his lower stomach, tip red and swollen, a vein protruding from his overwhelming arousal.

Daryl heard soft moans coming from you, spotting the way your fingers collecting the wetness pooling between your legs.

"I'm so ready for you..." you reached back to him, fingers dripping with slick as you showed him how much he turned you on.

"Shit, darlin'..." wrapping a hand around his shaft, Daryl parted your legs, the visible slick leaking from your heat. His cock throbbed as he pushed his tip through your folds, the arousal consuming his skin as soon as he'd done so.

"Daryl, need you inside me.." Your fingertip circled the sensitive bud ever so lightly, knowing Daryl's penetration would bring you to new heights.

He didn't hesitate after that, pushing fully into you in one movement. Groaning, he bottomed out inside of you, tip pressing against the deepest parts of you.

"Feels s-so good.. take what you want, and don't hesitate.." A moan followed your words, breathlessly hoping Daryl would trust you enough to continue.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya?" He paused to let you adjust to his size, which you always needed a moment for. No matter how many times you'd ended up like this, Daryl always checked to make sure what he was doing would feel good for you.

"You could never hurt me, I just wanna feel you.. Know you want it too.. so just let go..." With a sigh, you felt Daryl's hands at your waist. He left a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling his length a few inches out of you, thrusting back in harder this time. His rhythm sped up, steadying a pace with moans falling from your lips.

"Ya take me so well, darlin'," A guttural groan left Daryl, feeling your attempt to swivel your hips with his movements.

Daryl was lust-ridden every time those pretty little sounds left your lips, beckoning him to continue the shared pleasure.

You felt one of Daryl's hands leave your waist, slowly trailing up the front of your torso to your breast. His hand massaged it slowly, pinching your nipple with two fingers. One of your hands returned to your heat, swirling your arousal amongst your folds. A much louder moan fell from your mouth, as your actions sent you clenching around Daryl's thick length.

It was then that his hips bucked at the sudden tightening of your walls, his cock reacting before he realized.

Daryl's hips bucking against you harder than before sent his cock deeper into you than before.

"Oh... Daryl, I'm.." the words fell from your mouth in a whimper, your orgasm building with each time he thrusted into your wet heat.

"Ya gettin' close, sweetheart?" Daryl continued his movements, hearing you whimper and nod your head.

With that, his rhythm quickened, losing himself in the feeling you brought. His length was slick with your arousal as it improved the sensation of him moving in and out of you.

You inched closer, the impact of Daryl's movement inside you making the feeling more and more intense. Each time he hit that spot deep inside you was complete bliss, paired with your rough fingers against your clit.

"C'mon, come on my cock, pretty girl.. Let me hear ya.." Daryl panted, thrusting deep and slow into your pussy. His next thrust sent your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, your walls fluttering around him as you called out his name.

His thrusts continued slowly as you rode out the intense high.

Hearing you moan for him shot Daryl closer to his own orgasm, one he was chasing as well. Still inside of you, he cursed under his breath, speeding up his thrusts once again.

Both hands were on your waist, as he grew closer to release. He thrusted into you once more before pulling out, coaxing his orgasm even more now. Rubbing his sensitive tip a few times sent him over the edge, groaning your name as his seed shot out into his hand and some landing on your back.

He panted, looking over to you as you turned to him, smirking.

"Well, good morning to you too."

"Yeah, what a good mornin'.."

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"I have to go.." I whine looking down again.

"If you go now don't you think it would be a little suspicious?" He whispered resting a hand on my shoulder guiding me away from the door.

His touch was comforting.. I had never felt such a wonderful thing, our eyes locked just observing every feature on each others appearance, or maybe I was just so stuck in my own world that I only wanted to stare instead of speak a reply, but what more is there to say... it would be suspicious, he was right.

I bobbed my head slowly, "Ok..."

He moved his hand to his side with a clap. "Well." He spoke shuffling back around to his desk.

He picked up the book and sighed handing it back to me with a smile.

I took it gently bringing it to my chest holding it tightly.

As I looked up he had flopped down into his chair once again, his leg crossed over the other. He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the door.

"Thanks for the chat Miss. L/N. I'll be seeing you in gym tomorrow."

I turned on my heels and slowly left shutting the door behind me. I walked slowly out into the hall my body still stiff and shaky.

I immediately felt nauseous; Bolting toward the bathroom holding back a gag. Barging into the first bathroom stall I seen dropping to my knees and hurling into the nasty toilet.

-

Now sitting in the nurses office as the Nurse took my temperature I felt no better, still hot.. and bothered I suppose.

"Your temperature is pretty high, I'll go get a trash bag and you go to lay down, maybe you need some rest." She says.

I laid down on the plastic sheet covered bed. The uncomfortable paper over the pillow shuffled in my ear but eventually settled as I did.

I heard her laying down the bag next to me along with fanning a blanket over me and allowing it to fall gently.

My eyes stayed closed pretending to sleep as I listened to her every movement, from her sitting in her chair to her typing away on her computer.

I heard her gasp and shuffle around the small office. I listened to the pressing of a new set of keys. She was calling someone.

She laughed as if I wasn't trying to sleep just right next to her, "Hello, I'm sorry I almost forgot to call you up." She paused.

"She came into the office asking for me, she didnt look to good I think I'm going to call her dad to come and pick her up."

'Yea right' I thought to myself mentally rolling my eyes.

She put the phone down only to start calling my dad now.

It ringed and ringed, and-

"Hello. Is this y/n's father?"

I shifted around trying to listen; shocked that he had the time of day to answer.

"Yes, she isn't looking to well she might be sick would you be able to come and pick her up?"

'No... he never has time for anyone.'

"Oh, that sounds good thank you, see you in a bit" I could feel her smile radiating from here.

'huh.'

The phone gently hit the holder again and my ears followed her footsteps to her chair.

I relaxed my body falling into a deep thought.

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I stretched out opening my mouth to yawn. I felt like I was in a different place; my eyes shot open and I looked around seeing I was in my room.

Was I that worn out that I didn't wake up until I was home...

I closed my eyes once again and shifted to my other side hoping to fall back asleep.

I laid there with my eyes closed for a good 5 minutes before I decided to get up noticing my backpack and notebook on the floor in front of my closet door.

I sighed as I looked at it. How was I supposed to face him tomorrow?

I sat up; my legs dangled from my bed as I stared right in front of me where a poster of a basketball player hung, I hadn't played basketball ball since 6th grade, my favorite coach was replaced by Negan and of course until today I couldn't even be an inch close to him, there is a lot of thoughts rushing through my head, I couldn't catch one if I tried..

"Y/n? Are you awake?" I heard a woman's voice from the kitchen.

Mom?

I stood up making my way down the hall and into the dining room where I peeped through the door to the kitchen.

"Mom!" I smile rushing to hug her.

"How have you been?" She asked while patting my back.

I pressed my lips together and just smiled ear to ear, "good."

She laughed letting go. "I missed you so much sweetheart." She screeched.

"I missed you too!"

I just couldn't stop smiling at her, I hadn't seen her in 6 months, and for me and her that hasn't been our longest apart but it always felt so long...

"Oh god, stop gabbing we have to go" My dad said stumbling into the kitchen with his keys.

I looked over confused.

"For one day Micheal could you be a real father figure!" My mother shouts.

"That's what I'm trying to do Claire! ...y/n go get in the truck."

I looked into my mother's eyes one more time before heading out the front door.

I don't know why my dad has to be like this but I guess I put up with it, either way, it's just nice to see my mom right now..

I flopped down in my dads truck with my hands in my lap.

Not even seconds later he shoved himself into the driver's side and threw a small orange piece of paper onto my lap before starting the car with a grunt.

I looked over at him as I picked up the loose paper off my lap, "What's this?" I question.

He didn't answer he just began to head down the road, so I took it upon myself to read it.

---Dear parent or Guardian your child is eligible for the girl's basketball team and we would love to see them tonight from 6:00 pm to 6:45 for a presentation and tryout sign-up. ---

My eyes widened, I could only hope Negan wasn't the one to be hosting the sign-ups. I licked my chapped lips trying to gain moisture back in my mouth and setting the papers into the dash of the truck.

"So," My father asked, except it sounded more of a 'so you're going to do it if you want to or not', but I still answered.

"I can't. Its not the same as kids basket ball. There's to much pressure."

"Y/n, Thats bullshit! You just gotta get out there and fuckin' do it." he spat gripping the steering wheel. He took a deep breath. "Look. I'm not the best dad ever, but when you were a kid; I could see that passion in your eyes when we would play."

I turned to look out the window watching the town houses pass by.

"You don't have a choice kid. I'm tired of seeing you rot away in your room. I want a daughter to actually be proud of for once."

My heart sank. "wow." I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

The rest of the car ride was silent.

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I hesitated to step foot into the gym, but I couldn't go back. I bolted up to the top of the bleachers.

I could feel eyes on me. Most of these girls had been playing basket ball all their life, some of them I haven't seen since 3rd Grade.

I sat listening as he and the middle school coach talked about when tryouts were and how they knew we were good for the team. I could barely focus, his words of encouragement seemed to only echo to me. Our eyes caught one another an awkward amount of times before the speech was over.

Once it was I hurried to the door but I quickly realized sitting at the top of the bleachers was a bad idea, I got held up and before I got to the door I felt a firm grip on my arm that flipped me back facing the quart.

I took a deep breath and looked up seeing the face I was hoping to not see for the rest of the night.

I bit my lip, as much as I didn't want to see him, I couldn't help but mentally drool at the sight of his salt and pepper beard and strong jawline. His brown eyes staring down into mine as his figure towered over me. If I didn't stop thinking like this my knees were sure to go weak right here right now.

Before he opened his mouth to speak I interupted. "My dads waiting on me, I'm sorry."

I sprinted for the front desk and filled out the paper as fast as I could, I could still feel him watching me just before I rudely threw the paper at the lady sitting behind the flimsy white table.

I walked calmly out the door and took in a breath of fresh air just as I got into the truck. Finally...

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Getting home after a encounter like I just had I would've went straight to my room and wrote in my book. But today felt different. I couldn't. I had no desire at all strangely enough.

I sighed audibly, falling stomach first into my bed my head stuffed into my pillow. The memories flooded back into my head..

"fuck.." I whisper yell into the pillow.

I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes trying my best to remember what happened in his office. Even the slightest touch drove me crazy. I hadn't been that close to him in a setting such as that.. ever.

My hand was getting closer the the rim of my shorts, I rubbed my stomach thinking about what I was about to do...It would never compare to his touch in any way. The way his big hands rested on me, the way they felt, so rough.

My phone began to ring and I jumped up faster than I ever had before. I snatched my phone looking at the contact, it was just my best friend Julien, their in collage now and even though their older than me we still managed to become friends through work.

I picked up the phone, "Hey.." I say trying to mask the feeling I had.

"Hey!! Can you make it to the park tonight.. by.. lets see-" They thought, "10:00 or later"

I bite down on my lip thinking all the trouble I could get in if I did, but then again my Dad doesn't ever stop drinking so, "Yea, sure... Should I bring anything like snacks or a blanket ?"

"Yes, that would be great!" They shout into the phone before hanging up.

I sigh, "okay thennn"

I got up from my bed walking over to my closet and bringing out my backpack and throwing a small blanket folded into the bag before walking out to the front door. My dad was snoring over the basket ball game blaring on the tv. I didn't even bother saying anything.

As I walked I watched my feet the way they glided across the sidewalk, I looked back up, it was getting dark.. "hmm.." I pulled my phone from the back pocket and checked the time.

9:37 pm

I had some time to kill so I skipped over to the convenience store.

A tiny bell chimed as I walked in. I looked around walking into the snack isle. I grabbed some gummy worms and some Doritos then made my way to the drinks grabbing a few different drinks. I stumbled up to the cashier dropping all my things onto the counter for them to ring up.

"It's kinda late don't ya think lil girl" the man said.

I looked up from my bag, "heh- yea.." I shuffled to grab some money and shove the food and drinks into my bag with the blanket.

"Have a good night.. and be safe" the man says to me as I walk quickly out of the store.

'I've never seen him before.. that was really creepy.. I just wanna get to Julien...'

I walked the rest of the way to the park and sat on a bench before ringing them.

"Hey! Are you here yet.. I met this weird guy at the convenience store and I still got goosebumps.!" I say

"Yea! I'm here, come over beside the swings" they reply.

I make my way over to the swings and see them swaying back and forth.

I dropped my bag against the pole and sat in the swing next to them. "It's been awhile" I chuckle.

They look over smiling, "yea.."

-

A blazing heat from the sun shone through leaves of the tall trees in one of the many Georgia forests in the area. Daryl silently strode through the woodland in search of a house he'd discovered with Rick on a previous run. Seeing as the sheriff was caught up with other things, the archer headed out on his own; a familiar path he took with great pride.

The morning crisp with determination, Daryl drove out of the prison with hope of finding any food or supplies for the group. After getting his bike about a third of the way there, he set out on foot, hiding it under branches that had thick leaves. Now he walked, his hands wrapped around the strap of his crossbow, along with the two knives sheathed at his belt. Dry leaves cracked under the soles of his boots, the hum of cicadas filling the air.

Daryl knew this path well, and agreed with Rick that the place was hidden in plain sight, therefore safe to venture out to. The forest was quiet and peaceful, walking carefully to remain undetected. He came upon the house, reminding him of many ones he’d seen before; it was small and worn out, wood rotting from the outside.

This place better be worth the trip..

His eyes squinted in disbelief of the state of the home. On the other hand, he'd seen places in better shape than this with far less supplies.

Only the state of its interior could tell whether there were any supplies to actually be scavenged. Daryl looked towards the open area surrounding the structure, wanting to prepare himself for any possible danger inside. His two knives laid in their sheaths at his belt, ready for defense at any moment's notice.

Considering the state of the place, a window on the front door broken and slightly ajar, he approached carefully. The stairs slightly creaked under his feet, his hunter instincts kicking in full speed.

Little to the archer's knowledge, he'd just fallen behind your schedule of scavenging the same place. You'd been surviving with a very small group ever since the one you'd been a part of was much too hostile for your liking. The morning's journey had been tiring, your group holing up in a nearby barn.

You decided to head out on your own to try and find any food for (what was left of) the members of your group. The first structure you'd seen for miles besides the barn was this particular beaten down house small enough to be a shack, with a broken window on the front door. Any chance to find food sounded pretty damn sweet to you right now. The pack on your back was heavy with what you grabbed from your last camp, giving you aches you'd only dreamed would cease. The only weapon you'd obtained, a small, blue, metal pocket knife, was held in your dominant hand, slowly approaching the house.

The worn boots on your feet clunked with the wood, a small area of it rotting away on the porch. It consisted of a few dead plants and a rocking chair, along with a bunch of useless clutter and garbage. shattered glass from the windows also covered the porch, and at this very moment, you were trying to determine whether or not it would be worth the trip to venture further.

Deciding to take the chance, the brass knob of the front door squeaked as it turned. Some of the broken glass in the window of the door fell out as you pushed the door in. The inside state of the house immediately distracted you, unknowingly leaving the door ajar.

"At least it's got a roof..." muttering to yourself as your eyes glazed over all the pointless knickknacks in the place, some of them trophies for awards, family pictures, jars with old shell casings, and garbage thrown about. "Wow, nobody's been here in a long time..."

Knife still held in front of you, you banged on the wall, trying to draw out any undead freaks that could be lurking in the place. Silent air rang out in response, your shoulders visibly relaxing at the slight reassurance.

"Okay... Now just to be sure..." you slowly opened the door to one of the rooms, heart beat quickening as you scanned for any geeks. The walls of it were painted with the same trinkets as the living room, but what caught your eye was the lounge chair seated in front of the tv.

"Wow.. just like the one I had before, 'cept mine never smelled like this... " you made a sour face and pinched your nose, noticing the several stains on the chair. Most, you could tell, from food and beer being spilled on it. You walked about the room, looking through the drawers of a desk for anything salvageable. The subject of danger escaped you, focusing mainly on your task of scavenging so you could find a safer place to hole up.

It's not like anyone would come across you anyways, the house was practically hidden among the trees. You continued searching, until the front door creaking open caught your ears. You gasped quietly, eyes widening, as you moved against the wall to avoid being seen by whoever just entered the place.

A walker would have made more noise... No.. there's another person in here. Someone who knows how to keep their presence undetected.

You brain was wracked with ideas as to who the hell found this place. Amongst the various thoughts, your eyes kept lookout through the crack between the door and doorway. The creaking sounds from the floor startled you, holding your breath in fear of what could happen.

Daryl's eyes swept the interior, not missing the homeowner’s knickknacks and family photos laying untouched. He'd seen places like this before, adorned with pointless objects and trophies that would otherwise rot away in those homes forever.

Crossbow first, he stepped deeper into the tattered home. Broken glass lay on the wooden floor, as the planks creaked under his boots. Daryl's years of hunting and tracking with his brother gave him the ability to tread through the home quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Daryl thought he'd been undetected, that was, until now.

He’d been clearing one room, giving it a quick rundown, when he heard a thump coming from another. Daryl paused, giving the silent air a second to conclude that the sound he'd heard hadn't sounded like a walker this time.

Shit.. I'm crashin' someone else's party...

The hairs on Daryl's arms stood up, forearms tensing as he transferred his bow onto his back, his hands freeing up to grab one of the knives at his waist. He gripped it tight, unsheathing it as he stepped closer to the door off.

From inside the room, you could only creep closer to the door, wanting to get a peek at who invaded the house you inhabited. You crouched down to avoid being seen as easily, knife still clutched in the palm of your hand.

A gruff voice sounded out from the other side of the door.

“Don’t... move.”

Daryl didn't have to open the door to the bedroom to know you were inside. He also knew that whoever found this place and went in had a pretty decent reason to do so.

You froze, feeling your stomach drop in fear, as the door slowly creaked open, the first thing meeting your eye being the tip of an arrow, before the figure of the man holding it came into view. Your hands shook as they rose in surrender, the pocket knife slipping out of your grip. Your eyes lay on the figure of the man before you, his muscular arms in defense position, holding two dark knives that were clean from walker blood. The man could clearly overpower you at any moment's notice. You gave him a once over, noticing the stone cold look in his eyes.

Daryl's judgement concluded after analyzing your figure; the next thing you knew, you were being pushed against the door, his muscular forearm holding you against the wood. What followed was the feeling of his cold blade of a knife against your neck.

The man's icy blue eyes stared you down as he breathed heavily, sweat from the hot Georgia weather making his long locks of brown hair stick to his face. Your heart raced, unknowing of who he was, and what his motives were. More importantly, how did he find you?

You spoke, with an attempt to mask the shakiness of your voice.

“W-who are-"

"Shut up. I'm askin' the questions here." you gulped, nervous to do anything that might piss off the already agitated man. Daryl didn't know anything about the random person he'd been holding at knifepoint, but it was definitely time to find out. His instincts didn't trust you at all, having come across many people who looked innocent until he found out how hard they could punch.

Daryl didn't know how he ended up here, a knife to some random person’s throat, and he didn't feel threatened at all.

"How'd ya find this place? You been followin' me?! Huh? Answer me!" his gruff voice was loud, sending goosebumps running down your spine. You huffed a breath before responding.

"I found it the same way you probably did, needed supplies. As do we all in this world... and I should be asking you if you're following me.. I got here first." Your arms were still raised in surrender, not posing any sort of a threat to a buff guy like him.

Daryl scoffed at your words, he didn't give a shit about finders keepers or who found what first. He didn't believe in coincidences, either. He pushed the blade further against your neck, an intimidated whimper leaving your lips.

"Nah. ain't no way we both jus' found this place. Tell the truth."

“I t-told you, I just came across it!” your voice heightened, volume getting louder and more agitated about some random guy holding a knife to your throat. A random guy that was unconventionally attractive to you the second you'd gotten a good look at him. "I'm trying to survive here, with what I've got left. And.. that isn't much."

The metal of his sharp blade was cold against your neck, Daryl's eyes watching, almost studying your face for any underlying meaning in your words. He grunted to himself, half trying to realize you weren't a threat to him, the other half of him trying to pull his eyes away from your sweet, frightened face.

You looked so-

No- no. He can’t just let your features steer him away from the fact that you were a stranger. Daryl put his stern face on again over the slight weakness he was trying to cover up and repeated himself.

“How did ya find this place..”

"I told you twice already.. Don't you get it?? if I had something planned, it would've happened already. And you'd be dead."

Daryl scoffed, your innocent figure melting away in front of his eyes.

"Yeah, ‘m sure that's accurate.." Daryl pulled away slightly, looking you up and down, until his skilled hunter's hearing picking up sounds of familiar growls approaching from outside the window. He backed away, eyes still on you, taking his knife from your throat. As he moved toward the broken window, you instinctively rubbed where he'd had the blade against your skin.

“You bet your ass it is… don’t even try me.” Your arms crossed against your chest, the look on your face giving him a reason not to. His eyebrows furrowed hearing your words, taking it as a sign to know better than to get on your bad side.

On the other hand, you'd been intimidated by the man the second you saw him, even before there was a knife against your throat. You gulped dryly, a lump in your throat growing.

Shit, he really could’ve killed me there. The realization of your life in his hands washed over you, in a way that excited you in a different way. You had to admit, the intenseness of the man's stance and overall look drew you in even more now.

I wonder who you are, mysterious archer.

"You're a survivor, too. I can tell."

Watching him by the window, you got a good look at the man for the second time. A leather vest with two angel wings on the back adorned his shoulders, a broad chest covered by a sleeveless button down. You'd noticed just by plain observation that the buttons were one of the only things holding the shirt together. Looking at his torso made your cheeks flush red, as you realized his chest was too broad for the shirt he was wearing.

"Oh yeah? An' how's that?" The man grumbled, glancing back at you with stern eyes, then back out the window. He watched, intently so, as he crouched under the window frame. A herd began to pass by, the sounds of groans getting louder as he waved you over to his side.

You quickly took the spot beside him, half scared that you already trusted him, half scared that this encounter would be the last of your life.

"I just can... i'm usually good at spotting the right type of people, even in a world like this." The sound of the herd wasn't lost on your ears as you sat against the wall, now crouched by his side. The corner of his mouth tweaked up at your words, seeming to view you in a different light than before. He put his finger up to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet while the herd passed by. Nodding, you sat in silence, crossing your legs to sit while he used one of his knives to carve random objects into the wood of the floor.

Every few minutes he would shift his gaze from you, back to his hands and the ground, then out the window again. You'd realized you were stuck in this random place with this guy, and you felt more safe than before, with your previous hostile group. You could tell just by the way he spared your life that this man was a good person, no matter how scary he looked on the outside. His narrow eyes, messy hair and untrusting nature were just the outside of this man you'd just met.

You were analyzing a guy you met two minutes ago, and you didn't even know his name.

He looked surly and untrustworthy on the outside, but something about him made you second guess that observation. He made a slight sound as the man before you stuck one of his knives right into the plank of wood on the floor. He kneeled up, peeking out the window once more, since the growl of walkers had ceased.

Observant and handsome, okay..

Your thoughts ran ramped while you took in the sight of the man before you. He was naturally bulky, probably hunts for his own food by the sight of the bow on his back... his arms were like chiseled marble, something out of a Bernini sculpture. You could see a tattoo peeking out from the inner bicep of his right arm. Noticing that out of all things about the man told you that he was more than what meets the eye. His eyes returned from the outside, ripping your eyes away from him to avoid getting caught staring like a high school crush.

Daryl's eyes met yours, noticing the way yours teared away form him the minute he'd turned back to you.

"Herd's gone... though I don't think we're completely outta the woods yet. 'M Daryl, by the way."

"Right.." you said, looking down to point at the blade still stuck in the wood. "So, Daryl, are you gonna threaten me with that knife again?"

He looked down at the blade again, pulling it from the wood like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Why.. ya want me to?" Daryl smirked as his eyes dragged down your body for a moment, his mind already creating not so innocent visions of you. Scoffing, you realized the idea of Daryl threatening you with a knife was turning you on. Not to mention his gorgeous features and caring demeanor telling you he would never seriously hurt you like that. You crawled a bit closer to him, confidence growing as you hovered over his lap. He flipped the knife on his fingers, the large hand of his holding it so securely.

"Maybe..." The low sultry tone of your voice sounded in his ears as Daryl caught the devious look in your eye. You watched him grow more comfortable in your presence, shoulders dropping, his head tilting up towards yours. His arm raised with the knife in his hand, fingers gripping the black handle tightly.

He raised the blade up to your face, your eyes tracking every movement of it as he carefully pressed it to your cheek. He dragged it down the soft skin of your jawline to your neck. Your mouth opened slightly at the closeness and warmth Daryl brought your body. Tour eyes studied his face, the way he chewed on his bottom lip entrancing you a bit.

"Ya like that.. huh?" his gravel voice could only be heard by you if he had gotten close enough, and right now he was. Eyes squeezed shut for a moment, a familiar heat started to liven in your body.

"Mhm..." a whimper left your mouth, breath becoming shakier while Daryl leaned forward to whisper in your ear. His proximity allowed you to take in his scent, pine-like, paired with the subtle smell of cigarettes.

"Never told me your name... You're not scared of me, are ya?" His gravel voice inched you closer, making you even more interested in who he was.

"My name's y/n... and you're not scaring me. No, I don't think you would hurt me.. Just don't make me hurt you, because I won't hesitate."

"Mmm, maybe you're right. What's got ya all nervous then, hm?" your eyes widened at the fact that Daryl had read you like a book.

Was your attraction to him that fucking obvious?

Eyes locked on your figure, Daryl chewed on his lip in order to bury the thoughts of you that were everything but innocent. He caught the slight jolt of your body when the breath in your chest hitched.

"Should I remind you of the herd we just hid from?" You scoffed, "Or go back to the fact that you're the one with a knife to my neck?"

Daryl leaned in again, hearing you gulp as he'd gotten too close for your liking. Too close to your face for your liking. You found yourself glancing down as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips. His jeans grew tighter as you moved your face closer in proximity to his.

"Jus' admit ya like it an' tha's all I need to hear." Daryl's gruff drawl intoxicated your brain as you glanced down at his lips once again.

The same color as Georgia peaches, what a coincidence. He's gotta be a Georgia boy.

The warmth buzzing on your skin invoked you, pulling his lips to yours in a burst of excitement. The passion of your kiss pulled a groan from Daryl, resounding over the skin of your thighs in goosebumps. a split second passed as you heard the knife clatter to the floor.

Daryl's cheeks burned with intensity, the heat spreading to places below his belt buckle. Your palms sweating at the contact, pining for it to last. It was then his hands attached to your waist, warm and strong against your soft skin. He hadn't felt like this since before the world fell, but he wanted more every second that it went on.

Pulling away for a moment, the two of you caught your breath. Daryl's thumb caressed your lips, swollen due to the intensity of his kiss.

"Is that an answer enough for you?" you smirked at Daryl, watching him nod his head in response. His hands embraced your waist, pulling you into his lap. What followed was Daryl's opportunity to press himself against you, tent in his jeans becoming slightly more unbearable with the weight of you on him now.

You sighed at the fulfilling sense Daryl's hardening length brought, beginning to grind softly on his crotch.

"Damn, girl.. you look good like this.. shit." Daryl's words pulled something visceral out of you, the taste of him lingering on your lips as you ran your tongue over them. A hand of yours made its way up Daryl's broad shoulder to the back of his head, where your fingers snuck into his unruly brown hair. You tugged his head up, giving you access to the hot skin of his neck.

Your soft lips attached to Daryl's neck, licking and sucking harshly under his groans of approval. It wasn't until you switched to kissing the other side of his neck that made you pull away, panting.

"God, what're you doin' to me..." Looking back up at him in disbelief, he smiled slightly. You had never been drawn to somebody like him before, feeling heated and in the moment.

"From the looks of it, you're a mess over me, an' that's kinda turnin' me on, hun." His eyes darkened as they traced mindlessly over your body in front of him.

"Yeah?" you chuckled softly, "Well, we could get caught by something, or someone.. it's a dangerous world out there."

"That's just part of the fun, doll. It's gonna show me whether or not ya can stay quiet while 'm inside ya. Right now, that's where I wanna be." he shifted to sitting up against the wall. A whimper escaped you, Daryl's rough words making the heat in your body grow.

Your voice squeaked out a whine, a fucking plead for him in such a way that would bring both of you to new heights.

"So impatient, aren't ya... Want me so bad an' ya don't even know what you're in for." Daryl shifted once more, smirking as his hands gravitated towards the button of your pants. Those blue eyes met yours, a way of making sure that touching you like this was okay, to which you nodded. "Alrigh', let's see how much ya need me.."

He popped the metal button undone, taking no time in slipping his fingers down the front of your pants. the warmth of his palm was abrupt and made a blush erupt on your cheeks. You hadn't been touched intimately in who knows how long, the feeling so very stimulating in the best way possible.

The minute he inserted his fingers into your folds, they sunk into the slick of arousal your heat had produced. It was enough to bring Daryl, a grown man, to his knees.

A shrill moan escaped your lips at the feeling of Daryl's rough fingertips exploring the most intimate part of your body. His fingers moved up and down your folds, almost getting close enough to the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing at his touch. Your wetness collected on his thick digits, feeling it mess up his nice clean fingers as he pulled them out of your heat.

Fascinated with your arousal coating his fingers, he licked them clean right in front of your eyes. The sight intoxicated you, desire and attraction for this man developing with every passing second.

Time froze as you watched Daryl in a daze of lust-ridden thoughts and sensations of desire.

"I wanna..." Daryl grumbled to himself before speaking up, "Ugh, wanna taste ya.." His hands now rubbed soft circles into the sides of your waist.

"What're you waiting for?" Your reaction was breathless, the words spilling out of your mouth without a moment's hesitation. You needed Daryl, craving him so bad in the moment that waiting for his contact was ripping you apart.

Daryl had little to no control over the primal part of him, only coming out when he was like this, and he never got like this anymore. His palms began to sweat, fingers inching closer to the waistband of your pants.

You helped him pull the pants down your legs, tossing them onto the floor as you laid down on the carpet. Now crawling up your legs, Daryl's warm hands pulled your legs apart, leaving a soft kiss on one of your thighs. His beard hairs tickled your skin, sending goosebumps along your legs. Once he was close enough to your underwear for his liking, he slid his hands up the supple skin of your thighs, taking note of the visible wet spot on your panties.

"D'ya want my fingers? Or my mouth?" Daryl's voice was low as he spoke, filling the air with tension that could be cut with a knife.

"Y-your mouth, please..." you panted, voice trembling with desire.

"Alrigh', keep these legs open for me.. an' if ya can't, Don't worry. I can take the squeezin', woman." His smirk made your heat throb as he dragged the soft fabric down your legs, landing next to your pants and shoes.

Did this man just say I could suffocate him with my thighs?

The thought made your enamor bloom as his thick hands locked around your thighs, cupping the soft flesh while his face descended onto your heat. He took in the sight of your soaking folds, wanting to dive right into you and lap up everything that eagerly waited for him. He slowly lowered his head onto your folds, tongue breaching the skin as your slick already threatened to drip down his chin. It gathered on his lips, becoming messy and slippery quickly as you moaned his name at a much louder volume than you had before.

Daryl pulled himself away from your heat for a moment, looking you in the eyes. "Gotta be quiet, hun. Or that herd's gonna find it's way back over here. If ya can't keep quiet on your own, I can use my knife again.. choice is yours."

Daryl would be kidding himself if he thought the image of you trying to keep quiet while he pleasured you didn't make his cock twitch in his jeans.

"Okay, stud," you breathed, "Just do what you want to me.." cheeks red, you gazed down your torso at Daryl's head between your thighs once again.

A hand of yours lifted the shirt you had on up your chest, snagging the bottom of it between your teeth to give Daryl a view of your breasts, when he looked up from between your legs. his entranced eyes locked on your breasts, exposed and full in the sunlight.

He couldn't hold himself back from the feeling of your body against his anymore, paired with the sight of you so ready to have him inside you. His eyes glanced up to see your bare breasts out, just the vision of your figure made him groan against the folds he'd sank between. The vibration of him triggered your hips to roll against his face. What you didn't expect from your innocent action was the tip of his perfect nose rubbing against your already sensitive bundle of nerves. The wiry hairs of his salt and pepper beard scratched sensitive skin of your legs, overstimulating you alongside the pleasure of his tongue.

"D-Daryl, I'm gonna come if you keep going, oh my god.." you threw your head back on the carpet, eyes squeezing shut with your hand running through his brown locks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's too damn good at that.

He swirled the tip of his tongue around your clit, sensitive as ever now due to the way he actively lapped at you.

For a moment, Daryl retracted his mouth from your folds, trying his best to clean his face up, covered in your slick. As if the sight of him enamored in something like this wasn't enough for you, he wiped the slick clean from his mouth, and began licking it off his fingers, again. It was the most visually and mentally stimulating thing you'd ever seen, clenching at the sight, taken completely by the man before you.

"Nah. You ain't allowed to come unless you're on my cock. alrigh'? Wanna feel ya all riled up an' sensitive around me, my cock makin' you cum."

The bundle of your nerves pulsed without the friction of Daryl's tongue against it, the lack of its heat making you want it more. Your orgasm climbed with the surplus of arousal he brought you.

Your lack of response commended Daryl to repeat himself.

"Don't you dare come, even though I know how much ya wanna. Else I'll fuck ya so damn rough, ya won't be able to stand." His gruff voice called out to you, wanting to give yourself to him. A whimper finally escaped you in response as he lowered his face down to your heat again.

Those same beard hairs tickled the soft skin of your legs, and soon enough Daryl had wrapped his lips around your clit once more. Daryl guides his tongue into your hole, pushing you further towards your high. He stared up at your disheveled figure from the valley between your thighs, eyes sharp and confined. You panted, breasts heaving while you were barreling towards your high.

"Oh, Daryl," you moaned out, "I l-love your mouth.. feels so fucking good."

Daryl's tongue never ceased movement, content with your praise, slightly egging him on to quicken his tongue's flicks of movement. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as another moan of his name fell from your lips.

It wasn't until he inserted two of his fingers into your wetness, that your high began to peak. The knot in your pelvis was tightening ever so tightly, your breath quivering as you lay in a state of pure arousal.

"Ohh my god.. Daryl.. f-fuck.." The first push of his fingers into your sensitive spot sent your high flowing over you like a wave. You clenched around his digits as the intensity flushed your cheeks and made arousal leak from your heat.

"I.. I'm coming.." The hand in Daryl's hair gripped his strands tightly, feeling the sensation wash over you. Your clit throbbed, clenching around his fingers, as arousal leaked from your heat. Daryl's tongue slowed its movements, pulling his fingers from inside you as well, to help you ride out your release.

"All desperate for me to fuck ya rough now, ain't ya?" Daryl drawled breathlessly, reaching down to his belt and undoing it as quickly as he could. "Think ya can handle that much?"

"Y..Yes, need you inside me so bad, Daryl." your words came out less seductive, more like another desperate plead for him.

Daryl kneeled over your figure still on the floor as he unzipped his pants, pushing the denim down to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock sprung up, swollen from the confinement of his boxers. his length hit against his stomach, where the happy trail on his stomach lead down to the base of his shaft.

Your eyes widened slightly at the size and shape of his cock. His tip was dark pink, the shaft long and thick with a drop of precum sliding so perfectly down the side of it.

Daryl took no time in wrapping a hand around himself, to lean over your body. He rubbed the tip between your soaked folds, clit twitching at the friction. Groaning at the contact felt through your soaked folds, Daryl threw his head back in ecstasy for a moment.

Your clit throbbed against the friction, still sensitive from the orgasm you'd just gone through. Whimpers fell from you as your walls clenched without him inside you.

"Mm.. Daryl please... show me how I deserve to be fucked.." You panted, feeling Daryl's tip slide throughout your folds. You wanted him to thrust into you roughly, make you realize how hard he'd go if you didn't listen to him.

"Don't act like a fuckin' brat and expect to get what you want, love." His tip finally hit your wet hole, inserting it and pausing with it inside. He looked to your face, to catch a glimpse of how desperate he'd made you, how needy and messy and ready you were for him.

All he heard fall from you was a desperate chant of please please please.. hoarsely calling out to him, begging him silently to push the rest of his length inside you. Daryl's hands groped your waist, holding your body in place to find the right angle to thrust into you with. He adjusted his body, bringing his waist almost right on top of yours, pubic hairs rubbing against your mound.

Daryl's eyes met yours, darkened with lust and need, soaked in the heat he constantly brought you. The next thing you felt were his lips pressed to yours, a rush of fervor building in him.

The first kiss he left was a soft one, the second deeper than the one before. The third one took your breath away, his lips and tongue entering your mouth with no resistance to distract you while he thrusted his cock all the way inside you with one quick motion.

He bottomed out inside you fully, pausing to let your tight entrance adjust to his length. His thick shaft throbbed in reaction to the sensitiveness of you surrounding him, a groan escaping his lips.

"Stay.. quiet." Daryl whispered breathlessly, ghosting your lips with his. He separated your lips from his in a frenzy, trailing messy kisses across the expanse of your jaw until he found your neck. He sucked on the delicate skin, licking softly before digging his teeth in enough leave a mark. The harsh pain made you cry out, slightly quieter than before, with the same desperateness for him as before.

It was then you feel him pull himself almost all the way out, leaving just his tip inside your walls, before pushing roughly back in again with the same movement he'd done before. His hands unbuttoned his shirt, still inside you while he did so. Daryl wanted to tease you even more, thrusting into you ever so slightly. The moment his shirt was fully off, you took in the sight of his broad chest, covered with wiry hairs and a couple tattoos, all of which made you grow more enamored with him.

Daryl gave in when he heard the neediest whimper escape your lips. He pushed in all the way again, starting a slow but steady pace of thrusting inside you. He quickened his pace, grunting slightly at the feeling of your hips against one another's. His movements picked up speed, each push of him with a roughness you couldn't believe.

He needed you to know that he was the only one that could make you feel like this, the only one that could bring you to such heights. The aura in his eyes was dark, as his hips moved faster than before.

"Tell me how good I make ya feel, darlin'." Daryl felt your tightness as his thrusts stretched your walls, another orgasm not far behind. One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb resting along your bottom lip.

"Oh, Daryl, you're the only one that's ever got me worked up like this.." Your hands rubbed the side of Daryl's hips as you spoke.

"Oh yeah? Love the way you look when I'm inside ya.."Daryl groans at the bliss of his cock filling you, heat of your walls bringing him to a level of pleasure he's never experienced felt before. "Oh fuck.."

Daryl's hips stutter as his length pulls in and out, your eyes squeezing shut in a quick reaction. It's like you can literally feel the heat radiating off of his body. All you knew at that point was your high started to peak, Daryl's movements only speeding you towards it faster.

"D-daryl, oh I'm getting close.." You whimpered out, wanting to come a second time while he was still inside you.

"Just a bit more, babe.. I'm gettin' there.." Daryl encourages you to hold on for a little longer, his high building almost as fast as yours. Out of nowhere, you feel his lips on your neck, wet and desperate and hungry as he devours your skin with kisses. Before you can take in the pleasure entirely, it's enough to send you over the edge. You moan Daryl's name as your walls twitch and clench around his length.

The hot sensation of Daryl's thrusts slow, hips meeting yours for the last time until he groans again.

"Oh fuck.." is the only thing you heard prior to pulling himself out of you, releasing spurts of white on your chest, covering the skin of your breasts quite erotically. You watched as Daryl pumps himself slower with every movement, release lingering like the deep feeling of him inside you.

Tugging his jeans back up, he shifts to lay next to you on the floor.

"Fuck, that was..." your voice sounded hoarse as you spoke, breaking the silence after both of your highs settled. The mood calmer than a moment before, Daryl lowered his face to yours once again, combining his lips with yours in a sweet kiss.

"Yeah, real good. Did ya, um.. did you feel good? I-I mean.." Daryl caught his breath, way too concerned about you in the moment to get the correct words out, "You feelin' alright? I didn't hurt ya none? If-if I did-"

"Daryl," you stopped him, "If anything had hurt me, I would've asked you to stop. I felt good the entire time."

The visible blush burned hot on Daryl's cheeks after the reassurance hit his ears. His hand went to the back of his jeans, grabbing the red rag out of his pocket to clean his mess up with.

"That's awful nice of you.. I uh.. ain't ever wanted to fuck anyone that bad before.." Daryl chuckles at his admittance to you, never being so open about something before. To be truthful, your aura pulled him in, distracting his brain at the same time he'd been trying to concentrate on the life-or-death situation the two of you had gotten into.

As he cleans his release from your skin, your hand stroked the hairs of his cheek with appreciation. Daryl reached over your body to grab the clothes thrown off your backs from earlier. Both of you stood as he handed the clothes to you, pulling them back on. You glanced back over to him, only to see him turn around in order to give you privacy.

Damn, and he's respectful? Wow, where did he even come from?

You'd finally pulled the cotton top back on to your body, as you turned to Daryl trying to find his button up (shirtlessly). His back was littered with scars, as well as two very sexy tattoos on the right side of it. The leather vest he wore lay on the couch, but you could tell he was searching for the flannel by just his body language. You spotted the dark button down on the floor, laying near where you stood.

Before Daryl noticed, you picked it up and threw it on over your simple cotton shirt.

"Ahem, looking for something?" You cleared your throat, pulling Daryl from his search for the dark colored shirt.

He whips his body around to face you, the first thing his eyes catching is his shirt, on your body. Daryl couldn't lie, the sight of you in it almost made him grow hard again. Then again, he was half irritated that you had the one thing he was looking for.

"That's mine, girl. You'd best give it back." Daryl's bulky arms crossed over his chest, the few tattoos he had on his chest and arms peeking out from beneath them.

"Mmm.. no. It belongs to me now. consider it reparations for 'ruining' my supply run.. even if I did get good sex out of it." You smirked to him as the last sentence fell from you.

"Well I ain't leavin' without my shirt. Even if you do look fuckin' good in it.." Daryl scratched the back of his head, awkwardly caught in his realization of what he just said.

"I told you, the shirt's mine, stud. Guess you'll just have to find one here or... go shirtless," You said with a shrug, "Which.. wouldn't be the worst thing in the world considering..."

"Considerin'.. what?" Daryl was curious now, brain scrambling with all the things you could say in that moment, ranging from good to bad.

"Well, Daryl, I didn't sleep with you for no reason," You started, "You're a very good looking man. Plus I don't know where else I'm gonna be able to get sex like that..." You trailed off, a smirk plastered on your face. The last thing you wanted was your dirty fantasies coming to the surface.

Daryl's eyebrows raised for a moment, the blue of his eyes showing as his eyes widened.

"O..oh, well, um yeah, I feel the same way 'bout you.. Like, ya made me lose focus on what I was thinkin' about before and then.." Daryl glanced down at his hands, face softening a bit.

Was he really implying you were so damn captivating to him in that moment? The first time you'd thought about planting your lips to his?

"Yeah, right. So... are we going to talk about the fact that I actually did find this place first, and that you were the one late to the party?"

"Nah, I still ain't believe that. Did you come in the front door? It was open..." Daryl's eyebrows raised, looking at you while he rummaged through the room for another shirt, since you so stubbornly wouldn't give his back.

"Yep. I just didn't realize I left it like that... Guess I'm just gonna need a certain hunter with me to keep me safe..." You shrugged again, nonchalantly proposing the idea to him.

As Daryl pulled a checkered flannel out of a drawer and began putting it on, he looked as if he were thinking to himself. The button down shirt was darkly colored, with a small checkered pattern, fitting for him. After his bare chest was covered with cloth again, he threw on his leather vest over the shirt. when he was done, he turned to you and spoke.

"Alright, then let me ask ya somethin'."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"How many walkers have you killed?"

-

Daryl just wants to finish his watch shift so he can have alone time with you, his mind groggy as thought of you washed over him. Many times when he was up in the clock tower, his mind filled with memories of your touch, your hands on his body. One too many times he's had to clean up after himself when he'd get all worked up thinking about your hands down his pants. He could never replicate the delicate touch of your fingers and how you managed to make him feel just right.

As he's said, "Nothin' I've tried ever feels as good as you."

Daryl runs his hands through his hair as he sighs, deciding on a quick break to relieve himself of his need to empty his bladder, and maybe catch a glimpse of you during the golden hour of light that glimmered over Alexandria.

He made one last check around his part of the barrier and made his way down and out of the tower. Crossbow around his back, he glanced quickly out the window to make sure no one saw him visibly leaving his post. After a few minutes of no activity, he crept around the back of the clock tower, deciding that he could just urinate on the side of the building instead of bothering to make his way to a bathroom. As soon as he finished tucking himself back into his pants and believing that not a soul saw what he did, he heard a familiar voice call out behind him.

"Do not tell me you're pissing on the side of the clock tower..."

He whipped around, guilty of doing such thing and ready to defend himself, and hesitantly, his demeanor softened when he realized that the one catching him was you.

"Man's gotta relieve himself somewhere..." he scratched his head while a small smile formed on his face. Daryl met your gaze while he noticed you were wearing one of his shirts.

"Hey, I'm not judging where you relieve yourself", you said with a smirk, "but please don't piss all over my flowers... they're one of the more beautiful things left in the world, and I want them to look pretty. I worked hard on them, you know? That's... why I came down here actually."

You were lying of course, in fact your shift helping teach Judith and RJ had just finished up and, if it wasnt obvious, the first person you wanted to see after you were done was Daryl.

You'd just happen to walk up behind him as he'd made his way to the side of the building.

"Uh huh... where's yer flowerpot then?" Daryl scoffed, looking down at your hands and seeing there was no pot in them.

Of course the first thing you did after getting off shift was to go see him.

"Fine, you got me. I came down here to find you." Your hands resting on your hips, the warmth of being in the presence of Daryl again made your heart rush.

"Well, I promise to never piss on your flowers, sunshine."

Your feet brought you towards Daryl, cause the not-large-whatsoever distance between the two of you was starting to kill you. Daryl's hands gravitated your waist as soon as you were close enough to him. You reached your hands around the nape of his neck to pull Daryl’s face closer to yours. Your lips met his, torso pressing up against yours, taking in the way Daryl's hands slid along your body. Your stomach flipped as the archer’s earthy scent consumed you. As of right now he wanted to say fuck the tower and keep you company for the rest of the evening.

"Thanks, I appreciate it, D." You smiled against his lips while pulling him in for a kiss. He tasted of tobacco and his lips were soft. His grip on your waist tightened and pulled you closer as Daryl's eager lips left your mouth, desiring more than just the skin of you near him.

Daryl sure was already thinking about relieving himself later that night. His mind filled with images of you from only the night before, saying his name like a prayer as he buried himself between your legs.

Distant voices echoed from nearby, most likely citizens of the town going for a walk or heading out for their shifts. Your deft fingers swiped Daryl's bangs behind his ear while his hands rested on your belt.

"I gotta get back to my watch shift, hun'..." He motioned to the clock tower that the both of you stood beside. Beginning to chew on his lip, his eyes met the floor as he dragged one finger up and down your torso. He wanted more than just a few kisses, though, you could tell.

"Well, I could always keep you company for a little while, maybe make the best of what's left of it?" You caught his eyes dragging up and down your body.

"yYeah, okay. Jus' a little while." His gruff southern accent spoke quietly to you. Daryl tipped the side of his head and you nodded to him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He knew time always passed quicker when the two of you were together.

His hand interlocked with yours, the both of you making your way up into the tower. Daryl locked the door behind you to ensure no one would interrupt.

He went so far as to barricade the door and made his way back to you. Daryl's hands beckoned to be back on your skin. At this point, one of his hands was on your hip, the other one resting on the small of your back. The lavender smell of your hair weakened his brain, his 'tough' act, his fucking everything. He kissed you again, leaving a trail from your lips, down the sensitive skin of your neck in a hazy fit to make you come undone.

Only daryl's name came out of your mouth breathily as his beard tickled the underside of your jaw. His lips were a liquor that intoxicated your very resolve.

Daryl hummed into your skin, the vibrations of his low voice reverberating in your lungs. Gasping at the feeling, your hands ran up and down his sides. Daryl's breath hitched as you moved your right hand down to rub at the ever-tightening denim between his legs.

"F-Fuck, sweetheart... shit." the archer murmured as he pulled himself away from you. A groan left his mouth at the feeling. His hand met yours and pressed harder, attaching your lips to his neck hungrily.

"Wanna make you feel good, Daryl." you needed nothing more than to make him succumb to you, chuckling at your remarks.

"You're so good at makin' me even more crazy for you, ya know that? ‘M so damn lucky to be lovin' someone as amazin' as you."

"You know I love doing it.. I'd do anything for you." You lost your words as Daryl's praise went to your head, cheeks erupting in a firey blush. His voice covered every ridge of your brain as goosebumps expanded the miles of your skin he wanted to explore.

"Darlin', I'd let you do anything to me." He groaned. your eyebrow raised at this admittance.

"Oh, yeah?" you inquired, taking a guilty pleasure in your teasing. Nodding to you and removing his hand from on top of yours, Daryl attached your lips attached to his again. You dragged your hands up his chest again, and down to the bottom of his shirt.

Your hands snuck under the bottom of the cloth to catch just a sliver of his skin under your touch. Fingertips tracing his navel and the soft hairs above his pant line, he bucked up against your soft touch and groaned. Your hand continued its motions against the strain in his jeans.

"Y'keep that up, doll.. I ain't gonna last. W-Want ya down there, need ya down there babe.. but I'm supposed to be on watch.." you could've sworn you heard a whimper leave his mouth as he stuttered in an attempt to keep his composure. Daryl chewed on his bottom lip, eager to feel you but wanting to stay quiet and not draw attention.

"Then watch." His eyes darkened onto your figure as the clinking of his belt filled the air. You dropped to your knees and Daryl's right hand came to caress the side of your face. His thumb traced your lips and you dragged your eyes up his torso before locking with his, now fully lust blown. He dropped his hand from your face to take in the sight of you on your knees for him.

You undid the button of his pants and the ripping of the zipper had coincidentally brushed up against his hard cock. He hissed at the feeling, Daryl's breathing becoming heavy, which only spurred you on more. You tugged his pants down to his knees, making eye contact with the tent in his underwear. Placing a soft kiss on the outline of him, your fingers played with the band of his underwear and swiftly pulled them down.

The happy trail on his stomach led down to where his cock sprung out at the release of the fabric from around it. Eager to please, you wrapped your hand around his cock and licked a slow stripe from the base all the way up to his tip. His breath hitched at your supple hands on him, the feeling paired with seeing you on your knees for him. Your tongue circled his tip once, twice, three times before moving your mouth to leave a few kisses down his shaft.

"Sunshine, if ya don't fit my cock between those pretty lips of yours... righ’ now..." He was breathless, you were teasing him relentlessly and you relished in it. His hand clutched your hair in a makeshift ponytail, as you gazed up at him with faux innocence, hands still massaging him.

"But you look adorable when you’re desperate, and I just love seeing you all worked up for me." Your fingers cupped his balls as you ran your tongue down his length again.

"C’mon doll.. I can't take your teasin'.. p-please-" his sentence stopped abruptly as your mouth went down on him. Daryl’s hand on your hair tightened as he threw his head back and relished in the feeling of your warm mouth surrounding his length. You hummed, which only made his resolve break even further, causing him to buck up into your mouth hard. So hard that his tip hit the back of your throat.

You lifted your mouth off his cock slightly to swirl your tongue around his tip with it still in your mouth. One of your hands snuck down to the base and started to move up and down while still swirling your tongue on his tip.

"Shit doll you look so fuckin' pretty like this. So pretty on your knees for me." Humming again, you took his whole length in your mouth, the tip of his cock starting to go down your throat.

"Tha’s it darlin', goddamn..." He uttered as you pulled up further on his cock. You put your hand on the base of him and he moaned, his release beginning to build.

"Fuck baby, you're takin me so well.. like yer mouth was made for it." His hand started pushing you down faster and faster as his high started to build. He groaned your name along with a slew of curses as he called out to you.

"I'm so fuckin' close baby, l-let me cum down your pretty throat.." You hummed once again in response as your hands rested on his thighs. You could feel his cock starting to twitch as your tongue teased his shaft. He forced your mouth deeper with his hand in your hair until the sight of you made his high wash over him. His thighs shook as he pushed your mouth all the way down on his cock.

"Oh shit... sunshine, love ya.." As groans left his mouth, his warm cum hit the back of your throat in spurts. Releasing his hand from your hair as he let his high wash over him, you bobbed your head a few more times, helping him ride out his orgasm. Daryl looked down at you as your mouth left his cock with a pop, a trail of saliva falling from your mouth attached to his tip still.

"Yer so good at that… shit. Felt so damn good. I love ya." His eyes were hazy from the previous feeling you’d brought him. His hand caressed your face, palm to your cheek as you melted into his touch.

"I love you too, all of you, angel." You rose up off your knees slowly, groaning at the pressure from kneeling. Daryl noticed your strain and took your hands, helping you up.

"Ya alright? Can't have your knees givin' out on ya just yet, now can we?" He smirked and his suggestiveness made you blush. Damn archer knew what he was doing. he pulled his boxers and pants back up and over his cock, still throbbing from the orgasm you just game him.

"Yeah, Dar. I'm alright, you're so damn adorable caring about my knees hurting when I was on 'em just for ya." Your finger trailed up his chest and to his chin, bringing his face closer to kiss him. He tasted himself on your lips, making him groan and pull you in hungrily for another kiss. His hands ran down to your ass and pulled you in closer to him, your bodies resting up against each other. As he parted his lips from yours, he chuckled. Uyour hands came up to the nape of his neck and locked there.

"You're hilarious, sunshine.. I jus' can't wait to hear ya screamin' out for me later. In fact..." he shoved one of his hands into your panties to feel the pooling treasure between your legs. "I wanna sneak peek."

A low growl escaped him when he felt how wet you were just from giving him pleasure. He chuckled to himself, knowing how turned on you were, all for him.

"Oh.." you exclaimed as he bypassed the wet cloth of your panties to swirl around your clit a little before dipping his finger lower.

"Daryl.. baby.." your eyes rolled back into your head as he inserted his middle finger into your wet heat. He curled his finger once, then twice before pulling it out of your pants. As he removed his finger, Daryl noticed how wet you’d gotten, slowly licking up the length of his finger to retain the taste of you.

"Mmm, so damn sweet." He stared at his finger then brought his eyes back to you, now visibly desperate for him to ruin you with his touch. Daryl didn't know when it happened, but a big smile made its way across his face.

You whimpered at the sight of him tasting you, pouting, knowing you'd have to wait for your release until he came home to you.

"Well, I should go and let you get back to your watch." Your hands grabbed his collar and pulled him in for one more kiss. Letting go, you smoothed it and rustled his hair playfully. "I love you, Daryl."

"I love ya more sunshine. See you soon." You nodded to him, and as you backed away, his hands remained on your waist till you were too far from him to rest there.

Daryl already missed you, but hell if he didn't love watching you walk away.

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The only sound heard amongst the wind were horses footsteps on pavement, as they pulled a cart carrying supplies from the kingdom. They were being brought to the Alexandria, in thanks to the sheriff for taking in the group as winter began. You walked along a paved road with the company of Daryl and many others, as you all set out on foot to the gated suburbia. Everyone had packed up and hauled out as soon as winter began to set in. The state of kingdom meant no one could stay in its walls, at least not while the colder weather made its appearance.

The current forecast suggested a bad storm was coming, which the group had found out from Jerry, watching as his barometer dropped with every minute that passed. Soon enough, every warm breath you exhaled was visible, constricting against the frigid air. The oxygen felt fresh and sharp in your lungs as your eyes darted around the group of people that accompanied you. They were mostly citizens of the kingdom, along with the king himself and his companions.

Your view focused past them, scouting the surrounding trees for any impending danger. The heightened state of peril was thanks to the Whisperers, a group of people that used walker skins to blend in and walk among the dead.

Though, you were with aid of a certain archer and other skilled individuals that could take out walkers with no problem. Even then, you had to keep a close eye, especially these days.

The weight of your backpack lingered against your body, as you shivered under the clothing you wore to keep warm. Looking over at Daryl, he trailed slightly behind you with his hands wrapped around the strap of his crossbow. The poncho he wore rested over his shoulders, covering his leather jacket and vest.

As if it couldn't get any colder, it began to snow, slightly at first, just flurries that fell unannounced. You didn't notice them when it started, but one particularly large flake landed on your nose, drawing your attention towards the white sky.

A couple minutes had passed, and the snowfall increased tenfold, pouring from the sky. It began to cover the world before your eyes.

You admired Daryl, who'd also been looking up at the sky, as the snowflakes fell on his hair and eyelashes. He continued walking, but felt the coldness stir him inside.

"Ain't that somethin'." Daryl's drawl startled you amongst the quiet, which pulled you from your train of thought.

"The snow? Yeah, it's pretty amazing." Daryl’s eyes glazed over to you, meeting him with a soft smile.

"That, and I’m experiencin' it with you." Your cheeks felt hot now as Daryl's words warmed your face. His steps picked up as he walked next to you now, slotting his gloved fingers between yours. The action made your heart swell a bit, seeing as the feeling of his hand was warming you now more than any clothing you wore. Not even the constant movement of your body was enough to warm you.

Apparently though, Daryl was enough to keep you warm.

He was definitely more than enough for you, in every way possible. Not only did his hair remind you of waves and his eyes the ocean, but there was something about the archer that made him irresistible to you. In everything he did there was love, compassion, and strength. Daryl was the kind of man to put everyone before himself. In the time that you'd known him, he never had anyone in his life put him first. Until he met you. you changed everything about his world.

it wasn’t just with the way you saw him for more than his image suggested. You knew deep down he was a good man, ever since the quarry. Daryl didn't believe he was, not until you showed him. Every night you spent together was in order to prove to him that he too deserved good things.

You proved to him that he was something good.

One day, Daryl realized that he wasn't thinking as low of himself, like he once had. Seeing himself in a new light coincidentally made his view on life better. He had something worth fighting for: his family, and you.

You had been mesmerized with him, reasoning behind the infatuation escaping you. He was so much different than any man you'd met, even before the world fell. Perhaps it was because he’d been the first man in a long time that didn’t look at you with the intention of getting you in bed. You’d gotten plenty of that from the world before, not to mention from other assholes at Alexandria. Daryl saw you as you were, a survivor, like him, with a heart of gold and loyalty like no other. He’d been there during the times you'd dealt with some real tough shit, his enamor for you growing with every day around you.

As the both of you grew older, the love you shared with him grew with you.

It didn’t take long for the falling snow to become a couple inches thick on the ground, the horses to pulling their carts with a bit of a struggle. There was no telling how much longer they could keep up in these conditions.

“Crap. If this storm keeps up, we’re gonna have to stop before the roads get too bad.” Jerry spoke loud enough for the king and others around him to hear. As you turned a listening ear, he continued. “We should stop here, or at least try to pull off the main road so we can’t be seen. A couple of us can split off into smaller groups to try and see if there’s shelter up ahead.”

Judging by the state of the horses and everyone’s general exhaustion, the group decided that stopping to wait out the storm was a better idea than trying to advance any further while it barreled on.

"Hey Jer, Daryl and I can walk ahead on the road to look for some place to stay. It’s freezing out here." You called out to him, wanting to help find some place for the group to stay.

"I dunno, dude. Maybe we should stick together while we’re out here. you know, benefit of a group and all that." He knew you and Daryl could handle yourselves if anything happened, but he didn't want to risk it, even with the weather.

"You know we can handle ourselves. Trust me! We'll be fine. If anything happens, we’ll shout. Okay?” he nodded in agreement as you shared a look with Daryl and started walking ahead. The group became smaller as you walked ahead, watching from afar as they pulled off the road into the surrounding forest.

The snow crunched under your boots as the both of you trekked further up the road. Your body began shivering more intensely, your jaw chattering against your teeth due to the temperature drop, whilst your fingers began to lose feeling. In attempt to warm your body up, you rubbed your hands against your arms to create any heat possible.

“Are ya warm enough out here?” Daryl’s eyes were filled with concern as he walked a bit closer to you. Frankly, he didn’t look warm either, seeing how the archer only wore the clothes he’d been wearing since the fall.

“When is anyone warm in this type of weather?” Daryl’s fingers interlocked with yours, warming you despite the freezing snow.

“We’re gonna find a place, and when we do, I promise to warm ya up. No matter what it takes, alright?” He brought your clasped hand up to his lips, leaving a kiss on the top of your hand.

“I mean, other people deserve to be warm too, you know? We can’t all stay out here forever. I doubt there's gonna be room for everyone even if we do find shelter.”

Daryl listened intently as you went on to talk about the safety and wellness of the group. He was love struck with the way you cared for people, mostly everyone around you. It showed him how big your heart was, and how he could not find himself anywhere else except with you. These days, he felt his heart beating for no one else except for you. You were no stranger to everyone in the adjoining communities, familiarizing yourself with each one and how they worked.

“Listen to me. I ain’t gonna just let ya freeze. ‘Sides, all those people got each other to keep warm. I think we’ll be jus’ fine keepin’ the both of us from frostbite. If ya need rest, we can tell the group to go ahead. I ain't leavin' you, ‘specially not now.”

You giggled at his sweet words and glanced to the road before looking back up at him. You scrunched your nose, the way you do when you get shy, one of the things Daryl picked up about you.

"Well I'm not leaving you either. You can bet on that." you moved closer to Daryl, wanting to steal any of his body heat for yourself. He could always warm you up, and there were more than a few ways he went about doing so.

"Damn straight." The corner of Daryl's mouth nudged up at the fact, perfectly proud to be the one who holds your heart.

The two of you walked quietly for a few minutes, contempt with the comfort it brought each of you. Peering off to the right side of the road and into the trees, you noticed something hidden among the trees. The snowfall didn't help you see it any clearer, but what you thought you saw, was definitely there.

"Hey, tell me you're seein' that.." Your gloved hand tugged on Daryl's arm, pulling the both of you from walking.

"What is that, a-" Daryl's sharp eyesight made it easy for him to spot what you were looking at right away.

"It's a cabin." You smiled at him as the both of you started off into the forest.

"Stay quiet, an' behind me." Daryl lifted his crossbow off his back, and to his shoulder. His eyes darted around to check for any unfriendly faces, dead or living.

"Yeah, okay. We got this." The both of you nodded, determined to keep one another safe.

After Daryl scouted the outside and crept up to the front door, he beckoned you over with a single motion. He opened the door slowly, entering with his weapon ready, you following. The whole house looked vacant, but Daryl checked and then double checked if everything was as it seemed.

Upon entering, the first thing that caught your eye was a huge fireplace, one that looked big enough to sit in. Your shivering returned at the mere thought of a warm fire; the two of you hadn't been able to keep one lit since the late autumn dried everything out.

"Dare, look at all this stuff. Wow, it even has a fireplace. Hey, do you think there's enough room for us all here?" You shut and locked the door behind you as Daryl checked windows and looked for any food to heat up.

"I dunno, looks like the typ'a place rich kids come on the weekends to throw parties."

"True, or hook up with their boyfriends." You looked at Daryl and he scoffed, although the idea didn’t leave his mind.

"Yeah, right." Daryl scoffed, but turned to you and noticed your trembling. "Sunshine, hey, sit down. Yer exhausted an' freezin' cold. I want ya to rest a little. Here..."

Daryl placed his bow on the kitchen table, shrugging his poncho and jacket off and draped them over your shoulders. You were shocked at the action, because when does Daryl ever take off his precious jacket and vest in one go?

There was only one time you could recall before that, in which the main idea was to seduce him that night. Of course, Daryl almost fell to his knees in your enamor. He would have done anything you'd asked that night. Other times, he just couldn't see you wearing it, to keep himself composed in public. Otherwise there would have been way more hickeys on your neck. One thing about Daryl, he was fond of making it clear who you were taken by.

"Daryl- but won't you get cold? It's not exactly the warmest in h-here." The heat of your breath was visible in front of your nose, which was turning red with the temperature.

"Trust me, I'm fine. Just worried about ya, is all. Can ya try to get some rest? F'me?"

You were about to defend yourself and say you weren't exhausted to your core, but it would be a lie... and Daryl would see right through it. A yawn escaped you the minute you'd opened your mouth, cutting off your rebuttal to him. The slight twinge in his voice as the words for me fell from his lips broke you a little. It also slightly turned you on.

"Mhm, that's what I thought. I'll keep watch an' start a fire up in here so that we both get warm. Alrigh'?"

You nodded, laying down on the couch, lifting your feet off of the ground for the first time in what felt like ages. The wave of fatigue washed over you, as your eyelids began to feel about ten pounds heavier than usual. You heard Daryl moving things around before you'd dozed off for rest you had no idea was needed.

"Daryl.." You spoke, eyes still closed as the tiredness began catching up with you.

"Mhm?"

"Thank you.. for your nice, warm, big jacket, and your nice, warm big heart. I love you so much."

Daryl's heart tinged at your words, worn from your exhausted state.

"I love ya too, sunshine." His words reverberated in your head as you dozed off.

Daryl gazed over your figure as you drifted off to sleep, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

Peaceful, he thought. Ya look so peaceful.

Daryl darted around the room quietly, looking for a quilt or blanket to cover you with. There was no doubt in his mind your whole body was frigid. Daryl had this thing about you where his need to make you comfortable was a main priority. It was one of the things that made him realize he loved you. that, and the help of his brother, Rick.

With no blanket in sight, Daryl pondered down the hall to try and find one for you. He opened one of the doors to the bedroom he'd cleared earlier.

"Jackpot." he muttered to himself, spotting a couple laying on the bed. He lifted one, a split second decision causing him to take another in his arms. Daryl wished that it was his body keeping you warm, and not the cloth he held in his arms. If he tried to sink onto the couch with you already asleep, there would be no room for both of you, and you'd likely roll right off. Daryl also didn't want to wake you, since your fragile figure needed all the rest you were getting at the moment.

He carried the blankets back down the hall, where you'd been sound asleep on the couch. He placed one over your legs, before he untied your boots and covered your feet with the rest of the blanket. Daryl draped the other one over your torso and arms.

He stepped back for a moment to take in the sight of you resting, content with the comfort Daryl knew he'd brought you. Smiling to himself at your soft features, he watched your breath steady.

If Daryl was honest with himself, he's pretty sure he would go blind just to see you like this, and it's the only place he wants to be. He's perched himself somewhere in your heart, somewhere he felt was guaranteed for him.

Daryl let himself sit and rest for a little while, after making the cabin as if there was nobody home. It was the extra step of safety he took to make sure you were really safe. After a while of scavenging the place, Daryl came across some cans of chicken noodle soup. He put the cans away in his pack and gazed over to your figure once more.

Daryl looked over to the fireplace thinking about what wonders the warmth of a fire would do for his frigid hands.

It's practically the same thing as a campfire, how hard could it be?

He made his way over to the tools and logs that lay around the fireplace, placing a few into the divot as he searched for matches and some paper. He ended up ripping more than a few pages out of a random book he'd found laying about. With one light of a match, the fire was lit. Daryl warmed his hands against the heat of the fire as warmth flooded the room. He picked up the long iron tools nearby to move some of the logs around, oblivious to you waking behind him.

You shifted slowly, rubbing sleep from your eyes as they opened to a familiar figure hunched over the now blazing fireplace. The blankets around you fell from your shoulders; you sat up, causing you to notice you'd been covered with a soft wool blanket.

Daryl must have done that. so sweet of him, you thought. Your socked feet hit the floor softly, the realization of your boots gone from your feet. Daryl again, I presume.

Your eyes lift from your figure to see Daryl sitting on the carpet in front of the fire, his arms reaching out to warm his hands. He looked pleasant, his legs crossed in a boyish way as his poncho lay on the floor. Daryl was fond of keeping you safe, watching over you with a hawk's eye while you slept, never growing tired of your ways of thanking him for doing so.

You stood up, the creak of the wooden floor catching Daryl's attention. His head turned around, bangs falling in front of his eyes a bit, visibly relaxing as he saw you.

"Oh, sorry. did I wake ya? Jus' wanted to make it warmer in here."

"You didn't wake me. Besides, I always sleep better with you."

Daryl did know that, despite his determination to keep you safe preventing him from just crawling next to you on that couch. Of course he wanted to feel your body weight laying next to him, he wanted to feel it every day of his life. He pined for the rare moments, ones where he could watch your chest rise steadily as you slept. He wanted to be the one waking you in the mornings, on the mattress you called home. The next time he got to sleep with you by his side, he would savor the moment as if it was his last.

He watched as you stood up, leaving the blankets on the couch you were resting on. Your socked steps were quiet as you made you way over to Daryl by the fire. Daryl's body absorbed the heat blazing throughout the room as your arm wrapped around his back. crossing your legs, you sat down on the carpet, perched next to him. His jacket still over your shoulders, you shifted closer to him, the two of you a few inches away from the fire.

"Ya look real good in my jacket." Daryl let the compliment fall from his lips the minute he noticed you still had it on. The words almost spilled out, like he couldn't hold back what he had to say about how you looked. Something possessive in him triggered when Daryl saw you in his familiar leather, the light of the fire illuminating your features.

"Oh do I?" An eyebrow raised at Daryl's confession, his eyes trailing down your body, and back up again.

"Mhm." Daryl's lip caught between his teeth, his arm sneaking around your waist to pull you into his lap. He leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek, the hairs on his chin rubbing against your skin softly. Your hands rested on his firm chest, one lifting to swipe his chestnut bangs from his face.

"There. Now I can see those pretty eyes." Giddy hands traveled up Daryl's chest, latching around the nape of his neck. You felt his breath hitch as the space between you became less. Closing the distance between your lips and his, you felt his flush against yours like it was the only thing in the world.

"Did ya sleep any good? Y'were out like a light over there.. an' yer real cute when ya sleep." The sight of you asleep was one of Daryl's favorite things, other things being the sight of you on top of him late at night.

"I did, thanks to you. Where'd you find those blankets anyway?" Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as Daryl looked over at you. The heat from your kiss radiated across his face, his cheeks becoming toned pink.

"There's a bedroom down the hall, had some extras. What, ya thought I was jus' gonna let ya sleep without one?" Daryl's tongue peeked out between his teeth, licking his lips, his ever so innocent action pushing you to kiss him again.

"Not in a million years." Daryl's lips pressed against yours excitedly, moaning slightly into the kiss. Daryl's familiar hands explored your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. The warmth of you in his lap gave way to other feelings. Heat from the fire was overwhelming now, as you shrugged off Daryl's jacket to free yourself from the heavy leather. Your hands locked in his hair, fingers twirling around his wavy strands as you pulled on it out of reflex. Daryl groaned at the sensation, welcoming it as you rolled your hips slightly.

Daryl pulled back from the kiss, his right hand cupping your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. Daryl's blue eyes met yours with a gaze that was mischievous and covered in lust. Tension radiated from the silence in the room, and all Daryl could think about were your hands in his hair, tugging ever-so-needily at your demand.

"That felt good, darlin'. Do it again." Daryl's voice dripped with eagerness, waiting for you to pull mindlessly as your lips traveled the path of his skin.

"Do what again, this?" You pulled his hair a bit harder now, his chin raising into the air. The access to more of his skin allowed you to attach your lips to his neck, his fingertips brushing under the cloth of your shirt, one that was technically his. You moaned as your lips latched onto his skin, consumed with his scent and the fondness of his growing erection underneath you.

Rolling your hips once more, Daryl felt his jeans tighten against the friction you brought.

"Yeah, that."

He groaned, holding your waist with a grip that guaranteed you weren't going anywhere else. Your legs wrapped around his torso, scooting impossibly closer to him. Daryl took the opportunity you presented and lifted you in his arms as he began to stand up from the floor.

A squeal fell from you as his sudden movement, your reflexes grasping his strong figure tighter. He walked down the hall carrying you in his arms, your lips leaving kisses on his handsome face. You could feel Daryl chuckle in his chest as you did so, every part of you beaming with contempt for him.

Your kisses were sultry and sweet as they trailed down Daryl's neck, lingering on his collarbone and chest, where wiry chest hairs poked out from the top of his shirt. Your fingertips began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, almost fully undoing one before losing your grip on the plastic as you suddenly fell backwards out of his arms.

You landed on the soft comforter of the bed, Daryl standing above you. Daryl took a few steps back from the bed, teasing you in your chase for his gratification and yours. You'd been itching to help him take off that stupidly stubborn flannel of his, your hands eagerly buzzing with demand to feel him against you.

"Doll- just wait." You paused your movements, and nodded slowly, eyes not leaving the archer's figure as he unbuttoned his shirt. The nickname made your stomach flutter, tingles shooting like sparks across your skin.

"So good for me, ain't ya.." Daryl drawled, roughly undoing the buttons of his shirt. each one falling apart from the other piece of material slightly, revealing more of his strong chest. The curve of his pecs flexing under his shirt made you clench around nothing, your underwear pooling with desire.

Any coherent thoughts you had fled your mind as Daryl finally got down to the last button, the 'v' shape of his shirt itching to be thrown apart and off of his body. A low gasp exited you as he pulled his shirt off, bulky arms and tattooed chest on display.

Your eyes trailed from his neck, where your marks started to show, to the tattoo on his left pec, down to the birthmarks littering his torso like stars, to the happy trail that led to where you wanted him most. Daryl's pants were uncomfortably tight in the moment, your essence around him intoxicating him like a few dozen shots of whiskey.

He threw his shirt aimlessly behind him and looked towards you, shifting almost timidly as you realized Daryl had caught you staring. Your cheeks pink with blush, he treaded towards you, his fingers tipping your chin up to look at him.

"What'dya want me to do, hm? Want ya so bad, tell me what to do, an' I'll do it." He leaned down to your face, ghosting his lips over yours. His suggestiveness made your brain fuzzy. There were so many things you wanted from Daryl, despite the tension in the air preventing you from speaking a word.

"C'mon, sunshine. Use your words." Daryl started undoing his belt slowly, knowing his teasing would break down your will to hold back.

A radiant glow beamed from Daryl's face as he realized the visible intimidation washing over your figure. The mere sight of him made your lips part, Daryl's eyes dragging over your body.

"I- fuck, Daryl. You make it pretty fucking hard to think when you're looking at me like that-"

"Sunshine, ya know yer drivin' me crazy." His hands returned to the belt around his waist, the band of his boxers peeking out from the top of his jeans.

"Let me." Daryl looked at you with a smirk, walking over to the edge of the bed. Your hands shot towards him, undoing his belt as the clinking of the leather filled the room. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down. A low groan leaves Daryl at the friction, your hands darting to his sides, ridding his legs of the constricting fabric.

"My good girl." The unexpected praise from Daryl made you whimper, just slightly, not knowing whether he’d heard you or not.

“Hm? What was that? Don’t hold back, darlin’.” The tension caused you to whimper an octave louder. Daryl stood in only his boxers now, struck with the constant desire radiating from you.

"Shit, look at what ya do to me." You went to grab at him, your wrist being met with a hand around it.

"Please, Daryl. I want you so bad." You pouted as the he stood so close to you, yet he was still so far away.

"tTell me what you want, sunshine." Daryl's persistence drove you to unbearable heights, the pool in your underwear flowing with impulse and need.

"Want you... between my thighs.. want you to taste me, shit. I want-"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

You scooted back to the headboard of the bed as Daryl crawled towards you on the mattress. The tension in the air consumed you, as he stole a kiss that took your breath away. It lingered as he trailed his kisses down your neck, sensitive and soft, spreading goosebumps like wildfire. He kissed your collarbones, continuing down your torso, the breath in your chest quickening. Daryl watched almost methodically at your heaving breasts under the cloth of your bra.

His lips returned his path down your skin, finding his way to the waistband of your jeans. Daryl's nimble fingers undid the button and zipper with no trouble, continuing to pull the material down your legs.

He felt dirty, realizing that the first thing he'd noticed as he removed your pants was the visible wet spot on your underwear.

"Shit, doll. This all for me?" Daryl looked up at you, his icy blue eyes peeking through the bangs falling over his eyes.

"All of it.. cause of you."

You whimpered at the sight of Daryl over your pelvis. You couldn't even say his name without a grin breaking out onto your face. Daryl's hands attached to your waist, rubbing up and down your sides. You felt his hands move from your waist, up your back to the clasp of your bra. he let out a satisfied breath as the clasp loosened.

Cupping your breasts in his hands, his thumbs teased your already sensitive buds. His palms were warm, yet rough, calloused even, and somehow still soft against your chest. They were your favorite hands in the whole world.

"Feels good, hun? Tell me."

Whispering in your ear, his lips ghosted over your cheek leaving a gentle kiss, knee made its way between your legs unknowingly, pressing up against your underwear.

"Daryl, you make me feel so.. good. Fuck-" His hands moved from your breasts as they heaved with every heavy breath. Fingertips slid down your torso to your dripping panties. Daryl's hands pulled them up a little, increasing the pressure where your most sensitive part was. As you looked down to see him tugging on your panties, he let go of the waistband and moved one of his hands down further to the apex of your thighs. A finger pressed against the wet spot, growing a bit harder against his boxers as he watched the spot spread.

As if Daryl couldn't be any more of a tease, his head dipped down to kiss the wet spot on your panties before his fingers hooked under the waistband, slowly pulling the now ruined cloth down your legs. Daryl's hands opened your thighs, his palms warm against your skin.

Your bare mound against the cool air made a slight shock run up your spine. Slick dripped from you as you clenched around nothing. if Daryl didn't make a move right now, you swore you'd-

His lips attached to your clit then, a loud moan of your lovers name fell from you as his face lay between your thighs. His tongue swirled hungrily, trying his best to devour all of your sweetness. Your thighs twitched slightly at his contact, feeling his beard hairs between your legs when you did so. It swirled through your sensitive folds, pulling away to leave a kiss on your clit. Your thighs shook now, with Daryl spreading you out using the skill of his tongue.

"You-you're so good at that. Please don't stop.."

The words fell rom your mouth as one hand gripped his hair, the other running through your own. Daryl's lips were swollen and from being between your legs. your arousal heightened as he looked up at you with lust driven eyes.

Daryl never wanted to stop doing this, never saw himself wanting to stop loving you down like this. It brought him pleasure to make you feel like this, as he did repeatedly for you.

"Ya taste good, so damn sweet."

"Daryl..."

You breathed heavily, the stimulation of him above you life ruining.

"Jus' a little more, darlin'."

Daryl returned his tongue to your heat as a jolt ran through your spine. his tongue swirled relentlessly over your clit, wanting to bring you to satisfaction the way only he could. He sped up his tongue now, making your chest rise with quicker breaths as your high started to build. You cried out Daryl's name with a plethora of curses, groaning at the sound of you moaning in pleasure. The vibration of his gravel voice sent your hips grinding up into his mouth, pushed closer to your release.

"F-fuck, I'm- I'm-"

"Come for me, hun. C'mon, give it to me." Daryl edged you closer as his tongue pulled you towards your release. Your thighs clenched and shook around Daryl's head as your released washed over you.

"Oh- oh god-"

You rode Daryl's tongue as you came, the overstimulation of his tongue helping you ride out your high. Filthy sounds left your mouth as you cursed, the feeling washing over you.

"Ya did so good for me darlin'..." Daryl said, cleaning up the mess you'd made on his stubble. You tried to close after the multitude of pleasure you'd just experienced, until you spotted the tent in his boxers as he eyed your naked body in his bed.

Daryl pulled his boxers down in one swift movement, his length hitting his stomach at the release of the cloth, closing his eyes in relief as he finally rid himself of the confines of his boxers. The whole sight of him like this made you clench around the tension in the air.

"Daryl.. I want.. wanna feel you. Please... you're the only one who can get me like that."

You whimpered at the sight of the man in front of you, wanting him to take possession over your body and use it to his demand. He crawled over your body, sliding his tip between your folds as your hands latched onto his strong arms.

"Say please again, and I'll let you ride me." Daryl's drawl reverberated in your head, making you desperate enough to say anything to just be able to feel him like that again.

"Please, Daryl, I've wanted you for so long.." Daryl puts his hands on either side of your waist, entrapping you under his grasp and flipping you on top of him. His hand reaches to the nightstand before you went further, handing you a condom as a groan leaves his mouth, caused by the pressure of your body on top of him.

"Come here, I need you." Daryl beckons you towards his lips, begging for another kiss as your hand goes to his cock. Tou slip his tip between your folds the minute you kiss him, letting the slick between your thighs drip down his length. These days, you never caught times like this with Daryl, but the view before you was so sensual that you'd stay here forever if you could.

You pulled away from the kiss as you let his tip enter your hole, the enthralling sensation overtaking you. Your hands fell onto Daryl's chest as his steady grip lowered you further onto his cock. Moans paired with his name echoed in his head as your walls twitched around him. You sat down on him, rutting against his mound as you adjusted to how full Daryl made you feel.

"Ya okay? Feelin' alrigh'?" Daryl's hands still on your waist, knowing you need a minute to adjust to his size.

"Mhm, you're just.. big, almost forgot-" Daryl chuckled, not ignoring the way his length throbbed inside of you. He ran his large hands up your chest, hands cupping your breasts as he rolled your nipples between his fingertips. The sensation caused you to rut upwards, lifting from sitting with his cock in you for a moment.

"Like that?"

Your eyes glanced down at his face, now smothered in a boyish grin. Nodding, he pinched a bit harder at your sensitive buds as you began to lift yourself on his length. Your slick made his movement inside your hole easier for Daryl to move inside you. You rode him with ease now, picking up speed as you held onto Daryl's shoulders for balance.

"Feels so good, Dar.. love what you do to me."

Your brain couldn't comprehend the words you were saying, only how you felt. you had become overpowered by the pleasure Daryl brought you. His tip kissed the deepest parts of you, sensing you spasming around him.

"We both know no one else could fuck you this good. Ya take me so well, like my cock was made for ya." Daryl grunted as you continued to ride him, the constant friction you brought only made him crave release more. Your walls felt like velvet around him, squishing him into the deepest part of you.

"I am, Daryl, all yours." You hadn't realized till you looked down that he'd began thrusting up under you as you rode him. You heard a whimper escape Daryl, a sound rarely heard from the archer.

Each time Daryl gave himself to you like this, he wanted you to know that no one else could give you the same feelings he did. He needed you to know that every time he was away from you, it became more difficult for him to hold back how much he wanted to take you behind a closed door and have his way with you.

"Sunshine, I'm gettin close... Are ya.." Daryl panted, the heat of your walls around him catching up to his stamina.

"Y-Yea, almost..."

you moaned as daryl's hips rutted against the weight of your thrusts. He removed his left hand from your waist as he swirled his thumb at your clit, clenching around him again, rubbing your sensitive bud a bit faster now.

"Jus' lemme help ya.. Lemme take over, doll."

he thrusted into you now, letting you fall relaxed into his arms. the sensation of Daryl entering you repeatedly made your thighs twitch.

He buried himself deep inside you, your high building as he worked on your sweet spot with his thumb. The sensations all made you melt under Daryl's touch then, moaning his name as your walls clenched and jolted around his cock, his hands firmly holding you down on his length.

The clenching of your heat around him was enough to bring Daryl to his release. His hips bucked up into you as the tightness of your entrance milked his orgasm from him, one final thrust came from him as he filled the condom. You moaned loudly at the feeling of Daryl's hips jolting against your body.

"Sh-shit sunshine, ya did so good for me, my perfect girl, ain't ya?" Daryl rambled in his afterglow, his enamor beaming in his chest for you. He'd brought you to satisfaction many times before, but each time was more than just making love to him. The two of you shared a bond like no other.

"Daryl, that was perfect, yo -you're perfect." you panted, pulling yourself off his length as he came down from his high. The emptiness you felt as he pulled back left you remembering how he felt.

You collapsed on top of his chest, heartbeats slowing as the skin to skin contact calmed your headspaces. Your fingers darted across Daryl's chest, your fingers lightly tracing the tattoos there.

"Pretty sure tha's all you, sunshine." Daryl kissed the top of your head, your heartbeats synching together.

"Mhm, I love you, Daryl. Thank you.." You said, looking up at Daryl, his afterglow beaming from his chest like a bright light.

"For what, darlin'?" Daryl's hand traced up and down your back, the contact an extension of his affection for you.

"For everything... Your jacket.. taking care of me, just- everything."

"Why wouldn't I wanna do all that? I'd do that an' more all over again jus' to keep ya comfortable. Ya deserve the world."

"No, I'm pretty sure you do, Daryl Dixon." You sat up, still laying on top of his chest to just feel your bodies slow down together after the friction you'd released.

You rolled over onto the bed, sighing with content as you looked over at the man next to you. His eyes were closed, as if he was taking in the peaceful moment. The beads of sweat on his chest made him look even more breathtaking, as he turned to you. He swiped the hair from your face, a boyish smile sneaking its way onto his.

"We should probably get back..." Daryl's eyes were focused on you, his hand coming to your side, moving softly up and down.

"Yeah, we should.." Daryl didn't want to go back to the freezing outside temperatures and snowy terrain, but the group might have gotten worried about their late return.

"Maybe just a few more minutes?" Your eyebrows raised and smiled at Daryl, nodding in agreement.

"Sure, jus' a few more." Daryl’s hands cupped your face, bringing you in for another kiss. You laid content in his arms, his body heat finally warming you the way he’d always wanted.

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