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You were sitting with Maggie on a bench near the gates as Daryl walked over. Maggie was pretty much your only main source of 'girl talk' in Alexandria.

The two of you had been friends since the farm. You helped her figure out what to do with Glenn, and she helped you paint your nails.

"So what are you going to do about him?" Maggie gestured to Spencer, who was helping his mother as she talked to Rick.

Daryl froze and hid behind a corner when he heard Maggie's voice talking about a him.

What the hell does that mean? Was there a him in your life that he somehow missed?

"I don't know." Your voice drew out the last syllable. "He's cute, I guess!" Maggie laughed at your apprehension.

"You guess? Look at him, he's got a great smile!" Maggie was fully and completely in love with Glenn, but nobody could deny that Spencer had decent looks.

Daryl had no idea who you were talking about. But you had just called this guy cute.

"I haven't even talked to him! What if he doesn't like all this?" You had zero intention of changing yourself, but after no romantic flings or dates since the start, a nervous pit formed in your stomach.

Daryl frowned at your words. What was not to like?

Sure, you had very specific taste, and you liked to play dumb. Daryl thought it was adorable how unique you were. He'd love to be the one you're calling cute right now.

Any man who gave you a hard time was an asshole in Daryl's mind. Because looking past your pink surface and loud voice, you had a kind heart. Always giving people the benefit of the doubt when everyone else knew damn well that they didn't deserve it.

It had been a long time since Daryl had any romance either. Probably longer than you. But that didn't change the fact that he was completely lost in the love department. Half of the time, he felt like a damn pervert the way he thought about you.

You were just so sweet, so effortlessly teasing him when you'd do little things like brush up against him, get all up in his space to fix something with his clothes.

He thought about those moments a lot.

"But what about other options?" Maggie hinted.

You put down the mascara that you were using, meeting Maggie's wide eyes and smirk.

"No, I'm not talking about him either!" You squeaked.

Leaning in, she smirked at you knowingly. "Ohhh, you mean the man you've been stalking for like 2 years?" She teased you a little louder than you would have liked.

"Stalking?! Please, staring is not stalking!" You and Maggie fell into a fit of laughter.

Daryl clenched his fists as he listened in. Two damn years?

Whoever this lucky asshole was, he hadn't even noticed or acted on it.

Hell, Daryl considers it a good day when you flash him that pretty smile of yours, lips coated in a thick layer of sparkly gloss.

"Besides, I practically throw myself at him, but he doesn't even blink." You thought about all the times you'd shown up at Daryl's door, dressed in your most revealing little dress, or with a fresh new pick-up line that only earned you a quick 'shut up'.

"I should just show up at his door wearin' nothin' but my damn heels and see his reaction." Again, the two of you fell into a loud fit of giggles like a pair of schoolgirls.

"I think you'd break him."

Daryl's face turned a bright red at the thought. Although he could never admit it to anyone, Daryl thought about you often. He thought about kissing you all the damn time. His thoughts always wandered when he was busy with something, focused on how soft your perfumed skin would be against his.

Whatever man you were crushing on had to be dumb as rocks not to give you a date.

You threw your arms around Maggie and said your goodbyes before she left to go on a run, leaving you to walk back to your place alone.

Daryl took that moment to approach. He inhaled a deep breath to expel some nervous jitters. Before he could reach you, a voice called out to you.

His jaw ticked in anger. One moment.

Could he not have one moment alone with you?

Spencer jogged over to you with a wide smile. He practically towered over you, strides matching your own as he walked with you.

Daryl huffed and walked behind the two of you. His house sat right next to yours, so he had no option but to either push past you and Spencer or listen in.

Daryl chose the latter.

"Y'know, there's just something about you that the other people don't have here." Spencer looked down at you as you walked with him. You missed the way his gaze was drifting down your body, specifically towards your chest.

You were always wearing outfits that emphasized what you were working with. A trait of yours that carried on even at the end of the world.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Spencer's obvious ulterior motives. Sure, Daryl stole a glance every now and then, but that was once he had grown to know you!

"Oh? And what is that?" You gave Spencer a friendly smile. You thought of how Daryl had called you unique and special many times; it became a routine.

Daryl knew you were special, and he helped you keep that shine.

"Well, for starters, this little number." Spencer gestured to the dress you had on. "You look good in pink, by the way. Can't say that about everyone here." You ignored the backhanded insult that came at the end of his compliment, completely focusing on the dress.

Daryl was damn near seething, glaring at Spencer's back like he had just murdered someone.

"It's so pretty, right? Daryl got it for me!" You swished the fabric in your hands with a fond smile.

Spencer's bright white smile fell slightly in frustration. "Uh- yeah. That's nice of him." Spencer knew he'd have to kick it up a notch if he wanted to get you away from Daryl. "Why do you wear pretty little things like this anyway?"

Daryl felt offended for you. That was just how you were, what you liked. Who was Spencer to question that?

"Makes me feel normal. And gives me a hobby, too! Whenever I'm out with Daryl, we always stop by little boutiques, and he lets me shop for like an hour!" You spoke excitedly, eyes drifting off to the side in thought.

Your shoulder brushed against Spencer's absentmindedly, making Spencer smile and wrap an arm around you. Daryl bit his lip so hard that he was sure that blood had formed.

That was supposed to be him. He was supposed to be wrapping an arm around you, showering you in compliments.

He was supposed to be the one that made your eyes light up. But instead, Spencer's hands were on you, right where Daryl's should be.

Spencer had walked you back to your house without you even realizing.

"Thank you for walking with me! I enjoyed our little talk!" Your smile faltered a little when you looked up at him, feeling a little exposed under his intense eyes.

It felt a little intense for a friendly conversation, you thought. Maybe he just had a really intense stare, who were you to judge?

"You just look for me whenever you need someone to talk to, sweetheart. I'll be here." Spencer held your hand in his as he spoke.

"Oh, okay!" You cringed at your own squeakiness, your awkward habits pushing through the moment a man spoke with you about a topic that wasn't fashion or Daryl.

Standing a stair below you on your porch, Spencer pressed a kiss to your hand, his eyes glancing up at you.

There was something there that made you second-guess whether Spencer walked you home with neighborly intent.

If there was ever a moment where Daryl felt anger take over, it was now. He was sure that steam was coming out of his ears the moment Spencer's lips came down to kiss your hand like he was some kind of Prince Charming.

Without thought, Daryl decided to step in. "Hey, you said you needed help with somethin' earlier?" Daryl interrupted Spencer's kiss on your hand unceremoniously. His gruff voice quickly cut through Spencer's.

It was actually true, he had offered to help you with fixing the kitchen sink earlier.

You immediately pounced on his offer, especially given the fact that Spencer was too close for your own liking.

Not a big deal; he probably didn't mean anything by it!

But it was a lot all at once. Too much.

"Yes! Yes! The sink wasn't working earlier, come in! I'm so so sorry, Spencer, I have to go!" You yanked Daryl's hand and pulled him up the stairs, leaving him awkwardly stumbling inside.

"I'll see you later?" Spencer spoke with an unabashed hope in his voice. A tone that went straight over your head.

"Yes! I'll come by your place after Daryl helps me out, 'kay?" You tossed Spencer a flashy smile, making Daryl's stomach churn in disgust. A smile could mean interest; it could be the opportunity for something to occur.

Daryl's jaw ticked at the sight. It made him feel sick to think that you'd go to his house and spend time with him.

"She's busy, man." He couldn't stop himself. When Spencer finally acknowledged Daryl's presence, he had a scowl on his chiseled face. Somewhere inside, Daryl felt damn proud of ruining Spencer's chance.

Daryl gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. While you were profusely apologizing to Spencer, even though the asshole didn't deserve it, Daryl pulled you inside and shut the door.

"Shoulda' told him ya' won't be able to see him," Daryl mumbled, strolling over to the sink to see what was wrong with it.

"He's just getting to know me! That isn't a crime!" You corrected him.

"He's just a physical guy; he shows his affection." You hid a little hint in that statement, but Daryl was like a stone wall as usual.

"That's about all he does." Daryl snorted as he crouched to look underneath the sink, glancing at the pipes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your brows.

"Means he's not what you're lookin' for," Daryl grunted as he tried to find the fix.

"Right, 'cause you know what I need? You know the kind of man I'm looking for?" You leaned against the counter, tits stretching the fabric of your dress.

Daryl damn near died when he looked up at you from the sink.

In his head, he was screaming, "Yes! If you'd just look my way!" but in reality all he could give you in response was a shrug.

"Besides, the guy I really like won't even look my way. I try and try, but he acts like we're just friends. He doesn't even realize when I throw myself at him." You sat on the counter, legs dangling just inches from the cabinet that Daryl was under.

Daryl couldn't contain the sick feeling in his stomach hearing you talk about another man.

"He got a name?" Daryl was already making plans to beat the guy to a pulp for being such an asshole to you. He could stare at you for hours, hell, he probably has.

And this asshole won't even look your way?

"Like I'd tell you!" You kicked his thigh teasingly with your heel, snorting at the way he flinched against your touch.

Daryl's ears and face were bright red at this point. He was praying that you weren't able to see his face as he was under the sink.

Your eyes wandered over Daryl's lower half while he worked on your sink, feeling a bit guilty about the perverse nature of the situation.

His shirt had come up while he was working, showing off the slightest bit of hair at the base of his stomach and seemingly travelling downward. You had to practically stop yourself from drooling at the sight.

It was agonizing for you, sitting here on the counter listening to his delicious grunts as he used his arm strength to tighten valves and whatever else you'd find under a sink.

Daryl, however, was also struggling to keep his emotions at bay. You were right there, he could smell your perfume as you sat above him, swinging those pretty legs without a care in the world.

You bent down to kneel in between his legs as he worked on the sink, placing your hands firmly on his knees. "Do you need anything, honey? You're helping me, the least I can do is get you a drink or something?"

Daryl glanced up at you with widened eyes. "Uh-" He cleared his throat. This had to be some kind of dream, right?

"You called me honey." His brain was stuck on the word you called him, definitely storing that memory for later when he was alone with his hand.

Daryl had one leg straightened and one knee propped up. You leaned against his propped-up knee, cheek resting against the worn denim.

It was taking everything in him not to let all the blood rush down to his cock at the sight of you. Your dress had ridden up, now almost completely settled at your hips.

"You don't like that name?" You pouted at him.

God, if only. He thought. Daryl liked it a little too much.

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The sun was well in the sky by the time you had graced Daryl with your presence.

He took a long drag from his cigarette when you came over to sit with him, like you usually did. "Took ya' long enough."

"Excuse you, a girl needs her beauty sleep! This look doesn't come easy!" You did a little model pose for him, mostly as a joke, but fuck did he take a long look at the way your hips swayed in that dress that just barely reached your upper thigh.

"Shallow." He smirked at your wide-mouthed gasp.

"Dumbass." You stuck your tongue out at him as you propped yourself against the railing of his porch. Daryl could hardly believe the view in front of him. You looked like a damn angel.

He suddenly remembered why he asked you to come over.

"Fixed it for ya'." He pulled a necklace out of his pocket, untangling the strands that knotted as he hastily shoved it into his pocket this morning. He approached you, standing next to you as you leaned over the railing.

The pink pendant that sat on the necklace had fallen off a few days ago, and you were practically in tears about it. Daryl offered to fix it for you, despite having no fucking clue about jewelry.

He'd research the damn thing if it meant keeping you near him.

Your gasp was real this time as you rushed over to take it from his calloused hands. "It's perfect! How did you do it?" You held it up and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks.

He even polished it for you, the metal and pendant now offering a gorgeous sheen that made you giddy.

"Just some pliers. No big deal." He was actually the first person to notice it had fallen off. Mostly because it was always there, teasing him and dipping down in between your breasts when you bent over or moved the right way.

He'd stare at it for hours if he could.

"Can you help me put it on?" You placed the necklace back in his hand and turned around, your ass so close to brushing against his front.

Daryl's ears blushed bright pink, swallowing thickly as his eyes fought against his brain. Don't look, just put the necklace on and don't look.

You were so incredibly close. He could just lean forward and you'd be right where he needed you.

"I thought I said you could come to me for anything! I can definitely handle a necklace, sweetheart." Spencer's voice broke Daryl's focus of your body nearly on his. A jealous glare bore into Spencer's face as he approached.

You didn't even process what the proximity looked like, just completely in the moment. "Daryl fixed it for me! I figured he could also put it on!"

Daryl's fingers fumbled with the clasp, clearly struggling. But your sweet perfume in his senses didn't help his nerves, or the way his hands were sweating.

"Could I talk to you alone?" Spencer's face turned soft this time, head tilted to the side like a curious puppy.

Oh he's good. Daryl thought.

But you just shrugged, a sweet, oblivious smile on your face. "We can talk here! Daryl doesn't mind, do you, Daryl?" You glanced back at him out of the corner of your eye. You noticed the pink that covered his face.

Maybe he wasn't a fan of Spencer after all, and his face was giving that fact away. You thought.

"Nah." Daryl mumbled in a way that was purely unique to him.

Of course he cared. If he had it his way, Spencer would have a bolt in his leg for even walking up to you.

"Fuck it." Spencer scoffed at the ridiculously oblivious situation. "I got all the stuff for a picnic, and it's a beautiful day out. What do ya' say we go on a little lunch date?"

Daryl's face dropped. Would you really go out with this asshole?

Before you could speak, Spencer continued. "You could wear that pretty little dress. I might even have snagged you a little something from that boutique I know you like."

Jaw firmly clenched, Daryl felt like he was going to be sick. That was his thing with you.

He took you to stores, grabbed things you liked. He got to see you gush over him and hug him tightly.

And this goddamn loser thought he could take over. But the worst part was that you hadn't said anything.

Not a fucking thing.

You were deep in the feeling of the warmth of Daryl's front nearly pressed against your back, his rough hands taking such care in being gentle with you. You had forgotten to even reply to Spencer because in your mind it was a no-brainer.

The necklace was finally clasped, and your brows furrowed as it dropped abruptly into place around your neck.

"Uh- I don't-"

You didn't even have time to turn around before Daryl's door slammed shut. He had stormed inside.

Spencer smirked at Daryl's little outburst. "Guess he couldn't take the heat." Your eyes narrowed at him, shaking your head incredulously.

"I'm not interested, Spencer. And next time, don't be an asshole about it."

While you were outside, Daryl was pacing his living room, his breathing shallow and quick. Spencer forced him to just sit and watch while he took you right up from under him.

Daryl thought about what was going to come next. He'd see you out with Spencer, manicured nails and soft hands holding Spencer's as you two walked together.

He'd get to hold you close to him while you wore that cute frilly pajama set that Daryl had only had the privilege of seeing once when you woke him up to capture a spider that wandered into your house. He'd get to wake up to see you every morning with a sleepy, hazy look on your face.

Spencer would get to see you in all the close, intimate ways that Daryl dreamed of.

You stormed inside before Spencer even had time to throw a response at you, slamming it behind you with a force that made Daryl jump.

"Daryl, what was that?" You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips.

He couldn't even look at you. He couldn't even keep control of his emotions at this point, purely acting on rage and impulse.

"Any asshole gives ya' compliments n' you're just gonna go all dumb and give him what he wants?" Daryl's voice was broken as he spoke, weaker than he wished it was.

It just hurt so much. He thought you were above men like Spencer. At least, he hoped you were.

"Excuse me?" You narrowed your eyes at him. Sure, you could be an airhead sometimes, but Daryl was overselling it by a mile.

"You're gettin' ready for your date now, right? Puttin' on that dress for your new man! Guess you don't need me around anymore, got what ya' wanted?" Daryl pointed a finger at you accusingly.

"Actually, I-" He cut you off. Speaking with anger and venom was one thing. Interrupting was something different entirely.

"Thought you were in love with that other man you've been talking about so much. Why don't you go see him too?" Daryl was falling apart in front of you; words he didn't mean were slipping out without care.

"Oh my god, will you just shut up?!" You shouted at him, fists clenching at the way he finally inched away from you.

"I turned him down. He's gone."

Daryl's expression softened a little. Still guarded and hurt, but this time a layer of regret brushed over his features. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head as if to shake off the negativity. "I don't want him." Daryl just stared at you in confusion, the stupid look on his face making you laugh sadly.

"I like someone else. Were you even listening to me earlier?" The cute pout on Daryl's face melted your anger away. He could be an asshole sometimes, but part of that was him jumping to conclusions.

Despite his stubborn nature, you still wanted to jump his bones.

"Who?" Daryl figured it'd be best to rip off the bandage now, get all the heartbreak over with right now so he could get over you. Not that he'd ever truly get you out of his head.

"You really are a dumbass." You giggled at him softly. The sound made Daryl's heart jump.

But what you said next practically made his heart stop completely.

"I like you. Have for years. If you weren't eavesdropping on Maggie and me, you would have never-"

Daryl raced over to you in just a few long strides, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was desperate and rough. Hands cupping the sides of your face, his lips moved with yours hungrily.

He'd thank Maggie later.

You pressed into him after a second of shock. The emotional whiplash this man gave you was enough to drive you crazy.

One moment you're screaming at him, the next you're confessing your love, and the very next moment he had his tongue in your mouth.

Between his deep kiss and hands that roamed across your waist, you let out a soft moan. His hands found the sides of your face again as he pulled away to get a good look at you.

Your lips were red now, cheeks just as flushed as his were.

"Thought you were talkin' about someone else." Daryl finally responds, breathy and low. You swiped at the gloss that now adorned his lips after he kissed you so roughly.

"There isn't any other man in our group that would ignore me like you." You thought about the times you would try to get him to break. It always ended in him going silent or you giving up.

"I swear to god I was going to give up and just walk over here with nothin' but my heels and make you finally give in." Another cute giggle left your lips.

Oh god please. Daryl let out a quiet groan at your words.

You'd said it earlier with Maggie, but now that he had you, it hit even harder.

His face read embarrassment. So he was the asshole who didn't give you the time of day when you threw yourself at him. God, he should just go get eaten by walkers now. He thought.

"Was tryin' to be respectful." Daryl's eyes drifted down to your tits out of habit, his mind absolutely in overdrive because you were here. He was holding you; his hands were on you.

Now that you were here, and he was allowed to touch you, he wanted to show you just how much he had to offer you. How much he adored you.

"That was respectful out there?" You recalled how Daryl stared daggers into Spencer and slammed the door shut like a damn teenage girl. He pressed himself against you, arms crossing around you to fully enclose you in his grasp.

Those long, pretty lashes looked up at him, and he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Your manicured nails tapped his chest lightly. "Hellooo? Are you gonna say somethin' or just stare at me?"

Stare. Definitely stare.

"Didn't want any other man touchin' ya'." Daryl confessed in a mumbled slur of words, his eyes meeting yours only for a brief moment. "They don't deserve you." Daryl kissed your jawline, pressing sloppy kisses along your heated skin.

"Yeah? And what do I deserve?" You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck. Daryl smirked at the shiver that ran through you every time he glided his stubble across your smooth skin when he had his mouth on you.

You were so incredibly responsive he was gonna lose his goddamn mind.

"Gonna show ya'." He muttered, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck. That earned him a couple appreciative moans from your lips.

Moans that he was determined to hear again.

While you were focused on his kisses against your neck, you hadn't even realized that his hands had traveled down to your ass until he grabbed an impatient handful in his rough palms.

A giggle left your throat. "Mm, feelin' needy?" With a roll of your hips against his, Daryl let out a shortened grunt. His hands flew to your hips, holding your body in place.

"Says the one who's been wantin' me for years," Daryl spoke with a smirk, his face buried in your neck. You slapped his arm lightly for that comment.

"Stop being mean about it!" A whine left your lips as you struggled to escape his grasp, brushing your leg against his groin. Daryl let out something in between a scoff and a groan. You hated how his rough grip turned you on, heat rushing straight to your core the minute his hands yanked you closer.

Daryl chuckled at your whining. "A sweet thing like you, always hangin' around me." He spoke with a rough tone, one that made you consider just ripping everything off right here and now. "Were you tryin' to get me to break?"

A question that hung in the air for several seconds.

It wasn't like Daryl was complaining about the fact that you wanted to break his resolve. He loved seeing you approach him with a brand new, expensive-looking outfit to show off.

Except now he was rethinking those little 'fashion shows' where you posed in front of him while he worked on his bike. Those moments where you'd ask him to adjust the strap on your dress, purposefully inching a little too close to his crotch.

Fuck he always wanted to just bend you over right across the leather seat of his bike and give you everything. Wanted to slip those straps right off and explore what you looked like underneath all that bright sunshine.

You chewed at your lip nervously, the taste of your cherry lip gloss filling your mouth. "Yes, but only because it was taking so long and eventually it became kinda fun to see what made you react!" Daryl's ears went pink at your answer. And then a delicious thought came across his head.

"Guess it's my turn to see what makes you react," Daryl spoke with a teasing tone, backing you up against a wall.

Holy shit, he's good. You could hardly think straight as his hands fumbled with the multiple straps on your dress.

Daryl pulled away in confusion, eyes drawn to the clasps and straps that kept your dress practically glued to you. He'd come this far, there's no way a pretty little dress would stop him from doing what you've wanted him to do for years, apparently.

With a brief pause to consider his options, Daryl tore the straps and clasps. The plastic and metal clattered onto the floor, alerting you of what he had just done.

The sound earned a gasp from your lips.

"This is a Valentino dress! Could'a just asked me to help you!" You spoke with a pout, one that made Daryl's cock twitch in his pants.

"Found this back in Atlanta." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine. Daryl knew you'd be upset, but he just couldn't tear himself away enough to properly apologize.

Daryl pressed kisses to where the straps had sat on your shoulder, moans replacing complaints that left your mouth. "Sorry." He'd promised himself that he'd look for another one.

Whatever the hell a 'Valentino' dress was.

His hands slipped the dress off of your body, breath hitching at the sight of what you were wearing underneath.

Ever the fan of pink, Daryl expected you to be wearing some kind of pink bra and panties, but this was something else entirely.

His brain practically shut off. You were wearing a light pink lace set.

The last time Daryl saw anyone in a damn matching set was the goddamn mannequins at the mall when the world was still normal.

To say he was obsessed was an understatement. Daryl felt like he didn't even deserve to touch you, to somehow taint your light.

"Wore this scratchy set hopin' you'd touch it so you better not back out now!" You were teasing him. Obviously, if Daryl needed to stop, you would take no issue in that at all.

Daryl didn't need to be told twice. Fuck, the way your breasts were cupped by the lace bra, and how your panties lightly hugged your hips like they were made for you.

The heat pooling in your core made it damn near unbearable to wait for Daryl to gawk at you. "Please-" you whined, the sound only making his cock harder.

Daryl's hand brushed over the bra, admiring how sinfully sweet you looked in it before slipping his fingers behind you to unclasp it, letting it fall down onto the floor with a light thud.

He let out a shaky breath, eyes falling to your breasts without hesitation. His self-restraint had made it this far, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep it up, especially with the way your hands were snaking over his body, wandering south.

When he managed to yank his gaze away from your tits, you were already on him, palming his erection through his jeans.

Daryl hummed, lips forming a smirk while he slipped a finger underneath the waistband of your panties.

"Wasn't done with ya'." Daryl snapped the band against your skin, the little sting only accelerating your need for him. "Hands off."

That last sentence hurt, like actually hurt him to say. Because he'd kill a hundred walkers just to see you like this again, to feel your hands rubbing him through his pants.

If you weren't careful, he'd have cum in his fucking pants.

"But I wanna help you!" Your breathy, whiny voice was driving him insane. He'd have to replace those words with moans if he wanted your stubborn nature to dissolve.

Daryl sank to his knees, his hands wrapping around to pull your clothed cunt inches from his face.

"Are you gonna stop whinin' and let me taste ya'?" Daryl wasn't even looking up at your eyes when he spoke. His gaze was fixed on the way your panties had a prominent wet spot where you needed him.

"Been actin' whiny this whole damn week." Daryl's voice gave off the feeling that he was scolding you, but by the way he dragged your panties down your legs,

He was not entirely upset by your little whines and neediness.

"Teasin' me while another man-" He paused with a scoff, hands rubbing circles into your hips and upper thighs. You were practically shaking with anticipation in his grip. His eyes were on you this time.

Staring into you with a heat that you'd only imagined in the dreams you'd had about him.

"While another man calls you pretty." In one swift move, Daryl lifted your leg over his shoulder, opening your legs wide. He had a perfect view of your cunt, soaking wet for him. You leaned up against the wall, your hands desperate for something to hold onto while he questioned you, inches from where you needed him.

"Ya' gonna let another man call you that?" Daryl's voice was higher this time as he pressed sloppy kisses across your inner thigh, teasing you in a way that made you whimper.

"That's not fair! I didn't know he-" You cut yourself off with a loud gasp as Daryl's tongue was on your cunt, giving you teasing licks.

Guess that was the wrong answer.

He had you pressed against the wall, while he was on his knees, face buried in your cunt. You could feel his grin as his tongue flicked your clit.

"O-Oh," A louder moan slips through your lips this time, your hands sifting through his hair. "Fuck Daryl-"

Daryl groaned into your entrance; the sound of his name on your lips as you moaned made his cock twitch, desperate for some kind of pressure.

He sucked and slipped his tongue into you, making you melt into his touch with loud whimpers and moans. Your hips were bucking into his face, only turning him on more.

He rubbed himself through his pants, one large hand pressed against your back to keep you where he wanted you. The other held to his cock as he desperately thrust into his palm.

"Oh my god," You gasped as you realized what he was doing. "And y-you called me needy!" You felt a little bit of pride, seeing him so desperate he'd fuck his hand with his face eating you out like a man with pure devotion.

Daryl grunted beneath you and smacked your ass in response to your witty comment. With a yelp mixed with a moan, your brain went blank. Your legs were shaking from holding yourself up against the wall.

"Watch it, pretty girl."

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and running his tongue over your sensitive spot. The way he could make you fall apart this easily made him incredibly proud of himself. You were beyond words, your moans and mumbles of his name now falling out of your mouth effortlessly.

Daryl ate you out enthusiastically, his groans sending powerful vibrations into your cunt. His face was fucking soaked as he fucked you with his tongue.

The sound of his mouth on you, slurping and humming at the taste of you, made you whimper in response. It was like you couldn't focus on anything else while he had one of your legs firmly pressed on his shoulders. Daryl's nose was pressed against your clit, his tongue circling your entrance, your arousal practically dripping onto him with every moment he spent devouring you.

He was a moaning mess into your cunt, his hips desperately humping his own hand, obscene noises leaving the both of you.

"Shit! Don't stop," Your head was thrown back, pressed against the wall as Daryl kept you pressed right on his mouth.

He couldn't. Not when he was the direct cause of your sweet sounds. Not when you were shaking and mindlessly whining his name. God, he just couldn't get enough of you.

With your moans getting higher, more dragged out as he ate you out, tongue teasing your entrance and slipping inside, Daryl could tell you were close by the way your cunt clenched around nothing.

"Oh my god please-" You didn't even know what you were asking for, brain numb in pleasure. "Feels so good," You whined. Daryl hummed against your skin in agreement, bringing a thumb up to rub circles into your cunt, making your back arch to push you impossibly closer to him.

He wanted to pull away, wanted to say words of comfort to get you there faster. But the way you tasted, the way your hips were just helplessly thrusting into his face, he couldn't manage to pull himself away from you.

So he removed his hand from his erection, body burning for release, especially when he'd been listening to your sweet sounds without him ever being inside of you. Taking his hand off of his clothed cock, he rubbed circles into your thigh.

White-hot pleasure began to rush through you as you let out a loud gasp at the feeling of your orgasm. You screamed out a loud moan, one that echoed and filled up the foyer where he had pushed you up against the wall.

Body tense and quivering against him, Daryl watched you with awe while your eyes were rolled back into your head. He rode you through it, slowly rubbing circles on your clit with a finger while his tongue did the rest of the work, sucking and lapping at your juices.

Everything throbbed, felt like it was on fire as your orgasm washed over you, pleasure slowly receding. Once he had worked you through your orgasm, he finally pulled away, hand still rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.

You finally glanced down at him, leg still thrown over his shoulder as your body trembled from the force of your climax and the way he worked you through it.

The look he was giving you made you whimper from the pure need that his face had shone. Daryl had a lazy, boyish smile on his face. His facial hair was soaked, and his hair was a tangled mess from the way you clung to it as a lifeline while he ate you out like a starved man.

"Are you gonna let another man call you pretty?" He asked again, clearer this time. Even though he was literally on his knees for you, your mind went dumb a long time ago.

"No." You shook your head quickly. "No, just you."

Daryl let out a quiet groan at your answer. "Never gonna get tired of hearin' that." He rose from his knees, scooping you up into his arms without a second thought, ignoring your little whine as your sore muscles adjusted.

"You're not bein' fair. You still have all your clothes on." There was that cute little pout again, lip gloss smudged from the way he kissed you earlier.

Daryl obliged your request, slipping off his vest and tank with fluid movements. You had a disheveled look, one that Daryl hadn't ever seen.

Up until now, you always looked put together. Always looked like you just spent about 2 hours in the bathroom doing your makeup.

But now, with your lip gloss smudged to the side of your lips and your mascara messy from your teary eyes. Daryl had never been more attracted to you.

He set you down on the kitchen counter, smirking at the gasp when your ass met with the freezing cold temperature of the counter.

"Ah!" You shivered and shot Daryl your best shot at an evil stare. "Quit bein' an asshole! Got any place warmer than the damn kitchen counter?" You were teasing him, but Daryl had plans to shut that down real fast.

He caged you in, arms placed on either side of you, face inches from yours. "Just ate you out n' yer' gonna call me an asshole?"

Daryl recalled how he had moved your hand away from his obvious bulge earlier. He grasped your hand and placed it on his clothed cock. Your eyes widened at the size of him. Although you couldn't exactly feel his length through his jeans, you could tell he was thick from the way it filled up the space of your empty hand.

"Been holdin' back to make ya' feel good, pretty girl." Daryl rasped.

"That doesn't make this any better. Are you gonna help me down or do you just want me to freeze up here?" You crossed your arms, hiding a smile.

Daryl glanced at you for a moment, taking in your features, making mental notes of places he'd want to worship while you sat helpless and cold in front of him. Finally, he lifted you off of the counter.

Only, he wasn't doing it out of the good of his heart.

"S'okay. I'll warm you up." With that line, Daryl turned you around so that your ass was firmly pressed against him. A large hand pressed against your bare back and gently pushed you down until your front was splayed on the counter.

"Daryl-" You surprised even yourself at the breathy whimper of his name that left your lips. Daryl's head lolled back at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like that.

He'd do anything to hear that again. He'd throw himself in front of a damn bullet.

"Yer' gonna kill me." He scoffed to himself.

The heat rose between your legs at the sound of his belt unbuckling. You crossed your legs together in a hazy blur of lust, a poor attempt to relieve the arousal coursing through your veins.

Slipping out of the rest of his clothes, Daryl lightly tapped your thigh. "Need ya' to spread these." He watched as your legs trembled while you spread those pretty legs open.

His eyes fell to the heels that were still on your feet. Daryl had purposefully asked you to keep them on. It just drove him insane seeing how you stumbled and shook as he pleasured you, and you struggled to keep your balance.

"You okay?" He peeked over your hips to get a glance at the side of your face as you lay lazily against the counter. "Ready?"

After giving him a weak nod, you pushed your hips against his front. His hands flew to your skin quickly, a grunt leaving his lips. As his fingers ghosted across your heated skin, your face was firmly pressed onto the counter, relaxing as the cool sensation eased your nerves.

Sure, you'd been teasing him like a woman obsessed for months. But now that he was standing over you with his hands kneading your skin, you felt a little shy.

"Ya' look so beautiful," Daryl spoke softly, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance slowly. His voice faltered slightly as your cunt squeezed around him. "Fuck, so pretty like this-" a quiet sigh escaped him as he tried to keep his composure.

You hissed quietly at the feeling of your pussy stretching around him, taking him inch by inch. Daryl watched the dirty scene, his cock sinking into you, with blown-out pupils and a slack jaw.

"Oh my god Daryl," A whiny moan escaped your lips, your brain too fuzzy, too deep in pleasure to even register it.

But Daryl did. His hips instinctively thrust into you at the sound, fully entranced by your sounds that he just couldn't control himself. By the time he was fully sheathed into you, his resolve was hanging by a thread.

He's wanted this for years. Watched you prance around him, teasing him with what he couldn't have. Only to find out he could have had you whenever he wanted.

Could have had you bent over, with nothing on your mind but his name and the feeling of his dick pushing deep into your soaking cunt.

He moves slowly, pulling out almost all the way, listening to the way your sounds responded to his every move. The tip of his cock is still pressed into you before he thrusts himself back in into you again. You writhed under his grip, tiny gasps and mewls mixed with his groans, filling the room with echoes.

Daryl picks up the pace, motivated by the way you pushed your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

"So perfect for me," Daryl pants, keeping one hand firmly pressed against your hip while the other reaches up to palm your breasts.

He slams his hips into you and you just melt, legs shaking against the kitchen cabinets. Daryl was bigger than you expected, and by the time you had adjusted to his size, you could feel every inch stretching you out.

Small groans left Daryl's lips, jaw clenched tightly, as if he was still holding something back. If you'd have known he'd be this addictive, you'd have just asked him to fuck you years ago.

"Can you say my name again?" Daryl fucking loved to hear it leave your lips. Especially now, hearing how torn apart you were, feeling how your cunt was squeezing and fluttering around him and keeping him buried deep.

No response, just slack-jawed moans and heels softly clacking against the floor as Daryl lifted you slightly to meet every thrust.

"Too fucked out n' dumb already?" He leaned down, his breath brushing your ear as his low voice made you whine.

You nodded, cheek pressed against the counter in a lazy blur. Daryl stopped his movements, ignoring your half-mumbled protests. He wrapped an arm under your torso, pulling you up to press your back firmly against his front, his cock still buried inside you, only so much deeper.

"Mmm, much better isn't it? Get to have you right here, all for myself." Daryl was rambling now, just so obsessed with you.

Daryl's hand found your jaw, holding it firmly. "Get to hear all those little noises ya' make, loud and clear." He thrust up into you now, the force of him fucking you had you grasping the edge of the counter for some kind of stability.

It was so mean, the way he gripped your face in a way that made you feel like he was totally in control of the entire moment.

But the way his cock hit your spot every time, rolling his hips into you hard enough to make you scream out.

"Wanna hear ya' say it, pretty girl," Daryl pants, his voice right next to your ear, the rumble of his deep voice sending vibrations down your spine.

"Oh f-" You started mindlessly rambling, but Daryl stopped you with a harsh string of thrusts into you, making you cry out. "Ah! Daryl please-" Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, stinging only further pulling you deep into the feeling of his cock, the pleasure he was giving you.

"Christ-" Daryl's voice was broken now, as frantic as his thrusts. Fuck he wished he could record that damn sound.

His grip on your trembling frame was tight, caging you into him as you writhed against his movements.

Any resolve that he's been holding onto was broken now, cast aside the minute his name left your lips for a third time. Daryl let go of your jaw, arms instead wrapping around you to keep you close to him.

The minute his hand left your jaw, your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes tightly closed to feel everything he was giving you.

Daryl was completely lost now, groans echoing in the nearly empty space in Daryl's apartment. "Ain't ever gonna need anyone else." A gasp left him at the feeling of your cunt fluttering and squeezing around him.

Daryl was so fucking close, but he just had to have you get there first. After seeing you so composed, so put together and pretty; to see you fall apart from his doing would make his whole lifetime.

"Fuck- gonna treat you right." Drunken mumbles left his mouth, his lips pressed against your head as he pressed soft kisses. Nearly contradicting the rough thrusts he was sending up into your core.

"Make you feel so good all the time, pretty girl, oh-" He whimpered as you clenched down around him, making his thrusts stutter as he struggled to keep up the pace.

"You gotta cum for me. Can't hold on much longer." Loud grunts escaped him, rough hands gripping you so tight you thought they'd bruise. The way you squeezed him tightly, clenching with every word that you liked hearing from his mouth.

Especially when he called you pretty girl.

"Want ya' to stay here with me," the confession made your stomach twist in excitement. "Want you to wear those tiny skirts, maybe nothin' underneath." The words fell out of Daryl in a frantic, slurred fashion. God he was so fucking close.

"Oh- gonna look for a store. Get you more of those -ah- sets," Daryl couldn't see the way your eyes lit up at the thought.

"Jus' need you all the damn time. Please." Daryl's stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him suddenly, eyes rolling back with a strained whimper. He shuddered against your body.

Hearing him, feeling the way he shook as he filled you deep inside was all you needed to reach your own high. Your hips jerked against his thrusts, craving anything that he could give you.

It was overwhelming, the way that Daryl continued to thrust into you, fueling your orgasm to make every nerve feel like it was on fire.

Short gasps and whines came out of Daryl's mouth, overstimulation beginning to set in as he fucked you in a dizzy blur.

With breathless, desperate moans of his name over and over, the both of you chased the fading flames of it. Daryl was breathing heavily when he finally released you from his caging grip. He spun you around so that he could see you.

God you looked amazing.

All fucked-out and dizzy. Your mascara had run down your cheeks, from the tears that he had pulled from you.

Daryl scooped you up; and learning his lesson from when you complained about it earlier, he placed you on his couch. Slipping out of your grasp, he came back with some water and a cloth to clean you off.

"Was tellin' the truth. I want you here." Daryl cleaned you up, smiling fondly at the way you whined against his overstimulating touch.

"Were you lying about the matching sets?" You spoke in a hazy, tired voice. Your eyes were closed, drinking the water he gave you like it was the first time in months.

Daryl laughed at your response. "That's all ya' think about?" You lightly slapped his arm.

"I thought it was obvious that I wanna be here! You're my favorite person I've ever met, Daryl. You don't try to stop me from being myself." You opened your eyes, making sure that he knew you were sure about your decision.

"Annnnd you're the only one who takes me on shopping trips! There's no way in hell that I'm lettin' you go." You pulled Daryl onto the couch, snickering at the way he fell into you, arms immediately wrapping around you like you'd leave in a minute.

"I'll get you all the matching sets ya' want." Daryl pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Okay, now you're starting to sound like a sugar daddy. Maybe I need to up my needs. I think I'll also take some makeup since you're offering."

"And I think you need to take a nap." Daryl's eyes felt heavy.

"Fine. But then we leave to get the matching sets." You poke his chest to keep him awake enough to hear you.

"Whatever."

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You were sitting with Maggie on a bench near the gates as Daryl walked over. Maggie was pretty much your only main source of 'girl talk' in Alexandria.

The two of you had been friends since the farm. You helped her figure out what to do with Glenn, and she helped you paint your nails.

"So what are you going to do about him?" Maggie gestured to Spencer, who was helping his mother as she talked to Rick.

Daryl froze and hid behind a corner when he heard Maggie's voice talking about a him.

What the hell does that mean? Was there a him in your life that he somehow missed?

"I don't know." Your voice drew out the last syllable. "He's cute, I guess!" Maggie laughed at your apprehension.

"You guess? Look at him, he's got a great smile!" Maggie was fully and completely in love with Glenn, but nobody could deny that Spencer had decent looks.

Daryl had no idea who you were talking about. But you had just called this guy cute.

"I haven't even talked to him! What if he doesn't like all this?" You had zero intention of changing yourself, but after no romantic flings or dates since the start, a nervous pit formed in your stomach.

Daryl frowned at your words. What was not to like?

Sure, you had very specific taste, and you liked to play dumb. Daryl thought it was adorable how unique you were. He'd love to be the one you're calling cute right now.

Any man who gave you a hard time was an asshole in Daryl's mind. Because looking past your pink surface and loud voice, you had a kind heart. Always giving people the benefit of the doubt when everyone else knew damn well that they didn't deserve it.

It had been a long time since Daryl had any romance either. Probably longer than you. But that didn't change the fact that he was completely lost in the love department. Half of the time, he felt like a damn pervert the way he thought about you.

You were just so sweet, so effortlessly teasing him when you'd do little things like brush up against him, get all up in his space to fix something with his clothes.

He thought about those moments a lot.

"But what about other options?" Maggie hinted.

You put down the mascara that you were using, meeting Maggie's wide eyes and smirk.

"No, I'm not talking about him either!" You squeaked.

Leaning in, she smirked at you knowingly. "Ohhh, you mean the man you've been stalking for like 2 years?" She teased you a little louder than you would have liked.

"Stalking?! Please, staring is not stalking!" You and Maggie fell into a fit of laughter.

Daryl clenched his fists as he listened in. Two damn years?

Whoever this lucky asshole was, he hadn't even noticed or acted on it.

Hell, Daryl considers it a good day when you flash him that pretty smile of yours, lips coated in a thick layer of sparkly gloss.

"Besides, I practically throw myself at him, but he doesn't even blink." You thought about all the times you'd shown up at Daryl's door, dressed in your most revealing little dress, or with a fresh new pick-up line that only earned you a quick 'shut up'.

"I should just show up at his door wearin' nothin' but my damn heels and see his reaction." Again, the two of you fell into a loud fit of giggles like a pair of schoolgirls.

"I think you'd break him."

Daryl's face turned a bright red at the thought. Although he could never admit it to anyone, Daryl thought about you often. He thought about kissing you all the damn time. His thoughts always wandered when he was busy with something, focused on how soft your perfumed skin would be against his.

Whatever man you were crushing on had to be dumb as rocks not to give you a date.

You threw your arms around Maggie and said your goodbyes before she left to go on a run, leaving you to walk back to your place alone.

Daryl took that moment to approach. He inhaled a deep breath to expel some nervous jitters. Before he could reach you, a voice called out to you.

His jaw ticked in anger. One moment.

Could he not have one moment alone with you?

Spencer jogged over to you with a wide smile. He practically towered over you, strides matching your own as he walked with you.

Daryl huffed and walked behind the two of you. His house sat right next to yours, so he had no option but to either push past you and Spencer or listen in.

Daryl chose the latter.

"Y'know, there's just something about you that the other people don't have here." Spencer looked down at you as you walked with him. You missed the way his gaze was drifting down your body, specifically towards your chest.

You were always wearing outfits that emphasized what you were working with. A trait of yours that carried on even at the end of the world.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Spencer's obvious ulterior motives. Sure, Daryl stole a glance every now and then, but that was once he had grown to know you!

"Oh? And what is that?" You gave Spencer a friendly smile. You thought of how Daryl had called you unique and special many times; it became a routine.

Daryl knew you were special, and he helped you keep that shine.

"Well, for starters, this little number." Spencer gestured to the dress you had on. "You look good in pink, by the way. Can't say that about everyone here." You ignored the backhanded insult that came at the end of his compliment, completely focusing on the dress.

Daryl was damn near seething, glaring at Spencer's back like he had just murdered someone.

"It's so pretty, right? Daryl got it for me!" You swished the fabric in your hands with a fond smile.

Spencer's bright white smile fell slightly in frustration. "Uh- yeah. That's nice of him." Spencer knew he'd have to kick it up a notch if he wanted to get you away from Daryl. "Why do you wear pretty little things like this anyway?"

Daryl felt offended for you. That was just how you were, what you liked. Who was Spencer to question that?

"Makes me feel normal. And gives me a hobby, too! Whenever I'm out with Daryl, we always stop by little boutiques, and he lets me shop for like an hour!" You spoke excitedly, eyes drifting off to the side in thought.

Your shoulder brushed against Spencer's absentmindedly, making Spencer smile and wrap an arm around you. Daryl bit his lip so hard that he was sure that blood had formed.

That was supposed to be him. He was supposed to be wrapping an arm around you, showering you in compliments.

He was supposed to be the one that made your eyes light up. But instead, Spencer's hands were on you, right where Daryl's should be.

Spencer had walked you back to your house without you even realizing.

"Thank you for walking with me! I enjoyed our little talk!" Your smile faltered a little when you looked up at him, feeling a little exposed under his intense eyes.

It felt a little intense for a friendly conversation, you thought. Maybe he just had a really intense stare, who were you to judge?

"You just look for me whenever you need someone to talk to, sweetheart. I'll be here." Spencer held your hand in his as he spoke.

"Oh, okay!" You cringed at your own squeakiness, your awkward habits pushing through the moment a man spoke with you about a topic that wasn't fashion or Daryl.

Standing a stair below you on your porch, Spencer pressed a kiss to your hand, his eyes glancing up at you.

There was something there that made you second-guess whether Spencer walked you home with neighborly intent.

If there was ever a moment where Daryl felt anger take over, it was now. He was sure that steam was coming out of his ears the moment Spencer's lips came down to kiss your hand like he was some kind of Prince Charming.

Without thought, Daryl decided to step in. "Hey, you said you needed help with somethin' earlier?" Daryl interrupted Spencer's kiss on your hand unceremoniously. His gruff voice quickly cut through Spencer's.

It was actually true, he had offered to help you with fixing the kitchen sink earlier.

You immediately pounced on his offer, especially given the fact that Spencer was too close for your own liking.

Not a big deal; he probably didn't mean anything by it!

But it was a lot all at once. Too much.

"Yes! Yes! The sink wasn't working earlier, come in! I'm so so sorry, Spencer, I have to go!" You yanked Daryl's hand and pulled him up the stairs, leaving him awkwardly stumbling inside.

"I'll see you later?" Spencer spoke with an unabashed hope in his voice. A tone that went straight over your head.

"Yes! I'll come by your place after Daryl helps me out, 'kay?" You tossed Spencer a flashy smile, making Daryl's stomach churn in disgust. A smile could mean interest; it could be the opportunity for something to occur.

Daryl's jaw ticked at the sight. It made him feel sick to think that you'd go to his house and spend time with him.

"She's busy, man." He couldn't stop himself. When Spencer finally acknowledged Daryl's presence, he had a scowl on his chiseled face. Somewhere inside, Daryl felt damn proud of ruining Spencer's chance.

Daryl gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. While you were profusely apologizing to Spencer, even though the asshole didn't deserve it, Daryl pulled you inside and shut the door.

"Shoulda' told him ya' won't be able to see him," Daryl mumbled, strolling over to the sink to see what was wrong with it.

"He's just getting to know me! That isn't a crime!" You corrected him.

"He's just a physical guy; he shows his affection." You hid a little hint in that statement, but Daryl was like a stone wall as usual.

"That's about all he does." Daryl snorted as he crouched to look underneath the sink, glancing at the pipes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your brows.

"Means he's not what you're lookin' for," Daryl grunted as he tried to find the fix.

"Right, 'cause you know what I need? You know the kind of man I'm looking for?" You leaned against the counter, tits stretching the fabric of your dress.

Daryl damn near died when he looked up at you from the sink.

In his head, he was screaming, "Yes! If you'd just look my way!" but in reality all he could give you in response was a shrug.

"Besides, the guy I really like won't even look my way. I try and try, but he acts like we're just friends. He doesn't even realize when I throw myself at him." You sat on the counter, legs dangling just inches from the cabinet that Daryl was under.

Daryl couldn't contain the sick feeling in his stomach hearing you talk about another man.

"He got a name?" Daryl was already making plans to beat the guy to a pulp for being such an asshole to you. He could stare at you for hours, hell, he probably has.

And this asshole won't even look your way?

"Like I'd tell you!" You kicked his thigh teasingly with your heel, snorting at the way he flinched against your touch.

Daryl's ears and face were bright red at this point. He was praying that you weren't able to see his face as he was under the sink.

Your eyes wandered over Daryl's lower half while he worked on your sink, feeling a bit guilty about the perverse nature of the situation.

His shirt had come up while he was working, showing off the slightest bit of hair at the base of his stomach and seemingly travelling downward. You had to practically stop yourself from drooling at the sight.

It was agonizing for you, sitting here on the counter listening to his delicious grunts as he used his arm strength to tighten valves and whatever else you'd find under a sink.

Daryl, however, was also struggling to keep his emotions at bay. You were right there, he could smell your perfume as you sat above him, swinging those pretty legs without a care in the world.

You bent down to kneel in between his legs as he worked on the sink, placing your hands firmly on his knees. "Do you need anything, honey? You're helping me, the least I can do is get you a drink or something?"

Daryl glanced up at you with widened eyes. "Uh-" He cleared his throat. This had to be some kind of dream, right?

"You called me honey." His brain was stuck on the word you called him, definitely storing that memory for later when he was alone with his hand.

Daryl had one leg straightened and one knee propped up. You leaned against his propped-up knee, cheek resting against the worn denim.

It was taking everything in him not to let all the blood rush down to his cock at the sight of you. Your dress had ridden up, now almost completely settled at your hips.

"You don't like that name?" You pouted at him.

God, if only. He thought. Daryl liked it a little too much.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

The sun was well in the sky by the time you had graced Daryl with your presence.

He took a long drag from his cigarette when you came over to sit with him, like you usually did. "Took ya' long enough."

"Excuse you, a girl needs her beauty sleep! This look doesn't come easy!" You did a little model pose for him, mostly as a joke, but fuck did he take a long look at the way your hips swayed in that dress that just barely reached your upper thigh.

"Shallow." He smirked at your wide-mouthed gasp.

"Dumbass." You stuck your tongue out at him as you propped yourself against the railing of his porch. Daryl could hardly believe the view in front of him. You looked like a damn angel.

He suddenly remembered why he asked you to come over.

"Fixed it for ya'." He pulled a necklace out of his pocket, untangling the strands that knotted as he hastily shoved it into his pocket this morning. He approached you, standing next to you as you leaned over the railing.

The pink pendant that sat on the necklace had fallen off a few days ago, and you were practically in tears about it. Daryl offered to fix it for you, despite having no fucking clue about jewelry.

He'd research the damn thing if it meant keeping you near him.

Your gasp was real this time as you rushed over to take it from his calloused hands. "It's perfect! How did you do it?" You held it up and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks.

He even polished it for you, the metal and pendant now offering a gorgeous sheen that made you giddy.

"Just some pliers. No big deal." He was actually the first person to notice it had fallen off. Mostly because it was always there, teasing him and dipping down in between your breasts when you bent over or moved the right way.

He'd stare at it for hours if he could.

"Can you help me put it on?" You placed the necklace back in his hand and turned around, your ass so close to brushing against his front.

Daryl's ears blushed bright pink, swallowing thickly as his eyes fought against his brain. Don't look, just put the necklace on and don't look.

You were so incredibly close. He could just lean forward and you'd be right where he needed you.

"I thought I said you could come to me for anything! I can definitely handle a necklace, sweetheart." Spencer's voice broke Daryl's focus of your body nearly on his. A jealous glare bore into Spencer's face as he approached.

You didn't even process what the proximity looked like, just completely in the moment. "Daryl fixed it for me! I figured he could also put it on!"

Daryl's fingers fumbled with the clasp, clearly struggling. But your sweet perfume in his senses didn't help his nerves, or the way his hands were sweating.

"Could I talk to you alone?" Spencer's face turned soft this time, head tilted to the side like a curious puppy.

Oh he's good. Daryl thought.

But you just shrugged, a sweet, oblivious smile on your face. "We can talk here! Daryl doesn't mind, do you, Daryl?" You glanced back at him out of the corner of your eye. You noticed the pink that covered his face.

Maybe he wasn't a fan of Spencer after all, and his face was giving that fact away. You thought.

"Nah." Daryl mumbled in a way that was purely unique to him.

Of course he cared. If he had it his way, Spencer would have a bolt in his leg for even walking up to you.

"Fuck it." Spencer scoffed at the ridiculously oblivious situation. "I got all the stuff for a picnic, and it's a beautiful day out. What do ya' say we go on a little lunch date?"

Daryl's face dropped. Would you really go out with this asshole?

Before you could speak, Spencer continued. "You could wear that pretty little dress. I might even have snagged you a little something from that boutique I know you like."

Jaw firmly clenched, Daryl felt like he was going to be sick. That was his thing with you.

He took you to stores, grabbed things you liked. He got to see you gush over him and hug him tightly.

And this goddamn loser thought he could take over. But the worst part was that you hadn't said anything.

Not a fucking thing.

You were deep in the feeling of the warmth of Daryl's front nearly pressed against your back, his rough hands taking such care in being gentle with you. You had forgotten to even reply to Spencer because in your mind it was a no-brainer.

The necklace was finally clasped, and your brows furrowed as it dropped abruptly into place around your neck.

"Uh- I don't-"

You didn't even have time to turn around before Daryl's door slammed shut. He had stormed inside.

Spencer smirked at Daryl's little outburst. "Guess he couldn't take the heat." Your eyes narrowed at him, shaking your head incredulously.

"I'm not interested, Spencer. And next time, don't be an asshole about it."

While you were outside, Daryl was pacing his living room, his breathing shallow and quick. Spencer forced him to just sit and watch while he took you right up from under him.

Daryl thought about what was going to come next. He'd see you out with Spencer, manicured nails and soft hands holding Spencer's as you two walked together.

He'd get to hold you close to him while you wore that cute frilly pajama set that Daryl had only had the privilege of seeing once when you woke him up to capture a spider that wandered into your house. He'd get to wake up to see you every morning with a sleepy, hazy look on your face.

Spencer would get to see you in all the close, intimate ways that Daryl dreamed of.

You stormed inside before Spencer even had time to throw a response at you, slamming it behind you with a force that made Daryl jump.

"Daryl, what was that?" You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips.

He couldn't even look at you. He couldn't even keep control of his emotions at this point, purely acting on rage and impulse.

"Any asshole gives ya' compliments n' you're just gonna go all dumb and give him what he wants?" Daryl's voice was broken as he spoke, weaker than he wished it was.

It just hurt so much. He thought you were above men like Spencer. At least, he hoped you were.

"Excuse me?" You narrowed your eyes at him. Sure, you could be an airhead sometimes, but Daryl was overselling it by a mile.

"You're gettin' ready for your date now, right? Puttin' on that dress for your new man! Guess you don't need me around anymore, got what ya' wanted?" Daryl pointed a finger at you accusingly.

"Actually, I-" He cut you off. Speaking with anger and venom was one thing. Interrupting was something different entirely.

"Thought you were in love with that other man you've been talking about so much. Why don't you go see him too?" Daryl was falling apart in front of you; words he didn't mean were slipping out without care.

"Oh my god, will you just shut up?!" You shouted at him, fists clenching at the way he finally inched away from you.

"I turned him down. He's gone."

Daryl's expression softened a little. Still guarded and hurt, but this time a layer of regret brushed over his features. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head as if to shake off the negativity. "I don't want him." Daryl just stared at you in confusion, the stupid look on his face making you laugh sadly.

"I like someone else. Were you even listening to me earlier?" The cute pout on Daryl's face melted your anger away. He could be an asshole sometimes, but part of that was him jumping to conclusions.

Despite his stubborn nature, you still wanted to jump his bones.

"Who?" Daryl figured it'd be best to rip off the bandage now, get all the heartbreak over with right now so he could get over you. Not that he'd ever truly get you out of his head.

"You really are a dumbass." You giggled at him softly. The sound made Daryl's heart jump.

But what you said next practically made his heart stop completely.

"I like you. Have for years. If you weren't eavesdropping on Maggie and me, you would have never-"

Daryl raced over to you in just a few long strides, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was desperate and rough. Hands cupping the sides of your face, his lips moved with yours hungrily.

He'd thank Maggie later.

You pressed into him after a second of shock. The emotional whiplash this man gave you was enough to drive you crazy.

One moment you're screaming at him, the next you're confessing your love, and the very next moment he had his tongue in your mouth.

Between his deep kiss and hands that roamed across your waist, you let out a soft moan. His hands found the sides of your face again as he pulled away to get a good look at you.

Your lips were red now, cheeks just as flushed as his were.

"Thought you were talkin' about someone else." Daryl finally responds, breathy and low. You swiped at the gloss that now adorned his lips after he kissed you so roughly.

"There isn't any other man in our group that would ignore me like you." You thought about the times you would try to get him to break. It always ended in him going silent or you giving up.

"I swear to god I was going to give up and just walk over here with nothin' but my heels and make you finally give in." Another cute giggle left your lips.

Oh god please. Daryl let out a quiet groan at your words.

You'd said it earlier with Maggie, but now that he had you, it hit even harder.

His face read embarrassment. So he was the asshole who didn't give you the time of day when you threw yourself at him. God, he should just go get eaten by walkers now. He thought.

"Was tryin' to be respectful." Daryl's eyes drifted down to your tits out of habit, his mind absolutely in overdrive because you were here. He was holding you; his hands were on you.

Now that you were here, and he was allowed to touch you, he wanted to show you just how much he had to offer you. How much he adored you.

"That was respectful out there?" You recalled how Daryl stared daggers into Spencer and slammed the door shut like a damn teenage girl. He pressed himself against you, arms crossing around you to fully enclose you in his grasp.

Those long, pretty lashes looked up at him, and he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Your manicured nails tapped his chest lightly. "Hellooo? Are you gonna say somethin' or just stare at me?"

Stare. Definitely stare.

"Didn't want any other man touchin' ya'." Daryl confessed in a mumbled slur of words, his eyes meeting yours only for a brief moment. "They don't deserve you." Daryl kissed your jawline, pressing sloppy kisses along your heated skin.

"Yeah? And what do I deserve?" You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck. Daryl smirked at the shiver that ran through you every time he glided his stubble across your smooth skin when he had his mouth on you.

You were so incredibly responsive he was gonna lose his goddamn mind.

"Gonna show ya'." He muttered, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck. That earned him a couple appreciative moans from your lips.

Moans that he was determined to hear again.

While you were focused on his kisses against your neck, you hadn't even realized that his hands had traveled down to your ass until he grabbed an impatient handful in his rough palms.

A giggle left your throat. "Mm, feelin' needy?" With a roll of your hips against his, Daryl let out a shortened grunt. His hands flew to your hips, holding your body in place.

"Says the one who's been wantin' me for years," Daryl spoke with a smirk, his face buried in your neck. You slapped his arm lightly for that comment.

"Stop being mean about it!" A whine left your lips as you struggled to escape his grasp, brushing your leg against his groin. Daryl let out something in between a scoff and a groan. You hated how his rough grip turned you on, heat rushing straight to your core the minute his hands yanked you closer.

Daryl chuckled at your whining. "A sweet thing like you, always hangin' around me." He spoke with a rough tone, one that made you consider just ripping everything off right here and now. "Were you tryin' to get me to break?"

A question that hung in the air for several seconds.

It wasn't like Daryl was complaining about the fact that you wanted to break his resolve. He loved seeing you approach him with a brand new, expensive-looking outfit to show off.

Except now he was rethinking those little 'fashion shows' where you posed in front of him while he worked on his bike. Those moments where you'd ask him to adjust the strap on your dress, purposefully inching a little too close to his crotch.

Fuck he always wanted to just bend you over right across the leather seat of his bike and give you everything. Wanted to slip those straps right off and explore what you looked like underneath all that bright sunshine.

You chewed at your lip nervously, the taste of your cherry lip gloss filling your mouth. "Yes, but only because it was taking so long and eventually it became kinda fun to see what made you react!" Daryl's ears went pink at your answer. And then a delicious thought came across his head.

"Guess it's my turn to see what makes you react," Daryl spoke with a teasing tone, backing you up against a wall.

Holy shit, he's good. You could hardly think straight as his hands fumbled with the multiple straps on your dress.

Daryl pulled away in confusion, eyes drawn to the clasps and straps that kept your dress practically glued to you. He'd come this far, there's no way a pretty little dress would stop him from doing what you've wanted him to do for years, apparently.

With a brief pause to consider his options, Daryl tore the straps and clasps. The plastic and metal clattered onto the floor, alerting you of what he had just done.

The sound earned a gasp from your lips.

"This is a Valentino dress! Could'a just asked me to help you!" You spoke with a pout, one that made Daryl's cock twitch in his pants.

"Found this back in Atlanta." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine. Daryl knew you'd be upset, but he just couldn't tear himself away enough to properly apologize.

Daryl pressed kisses to where the straps had sat on your shoulder, moans replacing complaints that left your mouth. "Sorry." He'd promised himself that he'd look for another one.

Whatever the hell a 'Valentino' dress was.

His hands slipped the dress off of your body, breath hitching at the sight of what you were wearing underneath.

Ever the fan of pink, Daryl expected you to be wearing some kind of pink bra and panties, but this was something else entirely.

His brain practically shut off. You were wearing a light pink lace set.

The last time Daryl saw anyone in a damn matching set was the goddamn mannequins at the mall when the world was still normal.

To say he was obsessed was an understatement. Daryl felt like he didn't even deserve to touch you, to somehow taint your light.

"Wore this scratchy set hopin' you'd touch it so you better not back out now!" You were teasing him. Obviously, if Daryl needed to stop, you would take no issue in that at all.

Daryl didn't need to be told twice. Fuck, the way your breasts were cupped by the lace bra, and how your panties lightly hugged your hips like they were made for you.

The heat pooling in your core made it damn near unbearable to wait for Daryl to gawk at you. "Please-" you whined, the sound only making his cock harder.

Daryl's hand brushed over the bra, admiring how sinfully sweet you looked in it before slipping his fingers behind you to unclasp it, letting it fall down onto the floor with a light thud.

He let out a shaky breath, eyes falling to your breasts without hesitation. His self-restraint had made it this far, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep it up, especially with the way your hands were snaking over his body, wandering south.

When he managed to yank his gaze away from your tits, you were already on him, palming his erection through his jeans.

Daryl hummed, lips forming a smirk while he slipped a finger underneath the waistband of your panties.

"Wasn't done with ya'." Daryl snapped the band against your skin, the little sting only accelerating your need for him. "Hands off."

That last sentence hurt, like actually hurt him to say. Because he'd kill a hundred walkers just to see you like this again, to feel your hands rubbing him through his pants.

If you weren't careful, he'd have cum in his fucking pants.

"But I wanna help you!" Your breathy, whiny voice was driving him insane. He'd have to replace those words with moans if he wanted your stubborn nature to dissolve.

Daryl sank to his knees, his hands wrapping around to pull your clothed cunt inches from his face.

"Are you gonna stop whinin' and let me taste ya'?" Daryl wasn't even looking up at your eyes when he spoke. His gaze was fixed on the way your panties had a prominent wet spot where you needed him.

"Been actin' whiny this whole damn week." Daryl's voice gave off the feeling that he was scolding you, but by the way he dragged your panties down your legs,

He was not entirely upset by your little whines and neediness.

"Teasin' me while another man-" He paused with a scoff, hands rubbing circles into your hips and upper thighs. You were practically shaking with anticipation in his grip. His eyes were on you this time.

Staring into you with a heat that you'd only imagined in the dreams you'd had about him.

"While another man calls you pretty." In one swift move, Daryl lifted your leg over his shoulder, opening your legs wide. He had a perfect view of your cunt, soaking wet for him. You leaned up against the wall, your hands desperate for something to hold onto while he questioned you, inches from where you needed him.

"Ya' gonna let another man call you that?" Daryl's voice was higher this time as he pressed sloppy kisses across your inner thigh, teasing you in a way that made you whimper.

"That's not fair! I didn't know he-" You cut yourself off with a loud gasp as Daryl's tongue was on your cunt, giving you teasing licks.

Guess that was the wrong answer.

He had you pressed against the wall, while he was on his knees, face buried in your cunt. You could feel his grin as his tongue flicked your clit.

"O-Oh," A louder moan slips through your lips this time, your hands sifting through his hair. "Fuck Daryl-"

Daryl groaned into your entrance; the sound of his name on your lips as you moaned made his cock twitch, desperate for some kind of pressure.

He sucked and slipped his tongue into you, making you melt into his touch with loud whimpers and moans. Your hips were bucking into his face, only turning him on more.

He rubbed himself through his pants, one large hand pressed against your back to keep you where he wanted you. The other held to his cock as he desperately thrust into his palm.

"Oh my god," You gasped as you realized what he was doing. "And y-you called me needy!" You felt a little bit of pride, seeing him so desperate he'd fuck his hand with his face eating you out like a man with pure devotion.

Daryl grunted beneath you and smacked your ass in response to your witty comment. With a yelp mixed with a moan, your brain went blank. Your legs were shaking from holding yourself up against the wall.

"Watch it, pretty girl."

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and running his tongue over your sensitive spot. The way he could make you fall apart this easily made him incredibly proud of himself. You were beyond words, your moans and mumbles of his name now falling out of your mouth effortlessly.

Daryl ate you out enthusiastically, his groans sending powerful vibrations into your cunt. His face was fucking soaked as he fucked you with his tongue.

The sound of his mouth on you, slurping and humming at the taste of you, made you whimper in response. It was like you couldn't focus on anything else while he had one of your legs firmly pressed on his shoulders. Daryl's nose was pressed against your clit, his tongue circling your entrance, your arousal practically dripping onto him with every moment he spent devouring you.

He was a moaning mess into your cunt, his hips desperately humping his own hand, obscene noises leaving the both of you.

"Shit! Don't stop," Your head was thrown back, pressed against the wall as Daryl kept you pressed right on his mouth.

He couldn't. Not when he was the direct cause of your sweet sounds. Not when you were shaking and mindlessly whining his name. God, he just couldn't get enough of you.

With your moans getting higher, more dragged out as he ate you out, tongue teasing your entrance and slipping inside, Daryl could tell you were close by the way your cunt clenched around nothing.

"Oh my god please-" You didn't even know what you were asking for, brain numb in pleasure. "Feels so good," You whined. Daryl hummed against your skin in agreement, bringing a thumb up to rub circles into your cunt, making your back arch to push you impossibly closer to him.

He wanted to pull away, wanted to say words of comfort to get you there faster. But the way you tasted, the way your hips were just helplessly thrusting into his face, he couldn't manage to pull himself away from you.

So he removed his hand from his erection, body burning for release, especially when he'd been listening to your sweet sounds without him ever being inside of you. Taking his hand off of his clothed cock, he rubbed circles into your thigh.

White-hot pleasure began to rush through you as you let out a loud gasp at the feeling of your orgasm. You screamed out a loud moan, one that echoed and filled up the foyer where he had pushed you up against the wall.

Body tense and quivering against him, Daryl watched you with awe while your eyes were rolled back into your head. He rode you through it, slowly rubbing circles on your clit with a finger while his tongue did the rest of the work, sucking and lapping at your juices.

Everything throbbed, felt like it was on fire as your orgasm washed over you, pleasure slowly receding. Once he had worked you through your orgasm, he finally pulled away, hand still rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.

You finally glanced down at him, leg still thrown over his shoulder as your body trembled from the force of your climax and the way he worked you through it.

The look he was giving you made you whimper from the pure need that his face had shone. Daryl had a lazy, boyish smile on his face. His facial hair was soaked, and his hair was a tangled mess from the way you clung to it as a lifeline while he ate you out like a starved man.

"Are you gonna let another man call you pretty?" He asked again, clearer this time. Even though he was literally on his knees for you, your mind went dumb a long time ago.

"No." You shook your head quickly. "No, just you."

Daryl let out a quiet groan at your answer. "Never gonna get tired of hearin' that." He rose from his knees, scooping you up into his arms without a second thought, ignoring your little whine as your sore muscles adjusted.

"You're not bein' fair. You still have all your clothes on." There was that cute little pout again, lip gloss smudged from the way he kissed you earlier.

Daryl obliged your request, slipping off his vest and tank with fluid movements. You had a disheveled look, one that Daryl hadn't ever seen.

Up until now, you always looked put together. Always looked like you just spent about 2 hours in the bathroom doing your makeup.

But now, with your lip gloss smudged to the side of your lips and your mascara messy from your teary eyes. Daryl had never been more attracted to you.

He set you down on the kitchen counter, smirking at the gasp when your ass met with the freezing cold temperature of the counter.

"Ah!" You shivered and shot Daryl your best shot at an evil stare. "Quit bein' an asshole! Got any place warmer than the damn kitchen counter?" You were teasing him, but Daryl had plans to shut that down real fast.

He caged you in, arms placed on either side of you, face inches from yours. "Just ate you out n' yer' gonna call me an asshole?"

Daryl recalled how he had moved your hand away from his obvious bulge earlier. He grasped your hand and placed it on his clothed cock. Your eyes widened at the size of him. Although you couldn't exactly feel his length through his jeans, you could tell he was thick from the way it filled up the space of your empty hand.

"Been holdin' back to make ya' feel good, pretty girl." Daryl rasped.

"That doesn't make this any better. Are you gonna help me down or do you just want me to freeze up here?" You crossed your arms, hiding a smile.

Daryl glanced at you for a moment, taking in your features, making mental notes of places he'd want to worship while you sat helpless and cold in front of him. Finally, he lifted you off of the counter.

Only, he wasn't doing it out of the good of his heart.

"S'okay. I'll warm you up." With that line, Daryl turned you around so that your ass was firmly pressed against him. A large hand pressed against your bare back and gently pushed you down until your front was splayed on the counter.

"Daryl-" You surprised even yourself at the breathy whimper of his name that left your lips. Daryl's head lolled back at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like that.

He'd do anything to hear that again. He'd throw himself in front of a damn bullet.

"Yer' gonna kill me." He scoffed to himself.

The heat rose between your legs at the sound of his belt unbuckling. You crossed your legs together in a hazy blur of lust, a poor attempt to relieve the arousal coursing through your veins.

Slipping out of the rest of his clothes, Daryl lightly tapped your thigh. "Need ya' to spread these." He watched as your legs trembled while you spread those pretty legs open.

His eyes fell to the heels that were still on your feet. Daryl had purposefully asked you to keep them on. It just drove him insane seeing how you stumbled and shook as he pleasured you, and you struggled to keep your balance.

"You okay?" He peeked over your hips to get a glance at the side of your face as you lay lazily against the counter. "Ready?"

After giving him a weak nod, you pushed your hips against his front. His hands flew to your skin quickly, a grunt leaving his lips. As his fingers ghosted across your heated skin, your face was firmly pressed onto the counter, relaxing as the cool sensation eased your nerves.

Sure, you'd been teasing him like a woman obsessed for months. But now that he was standing over you with his hands kneading your skin, you felt a little shy.

"Ya' look so beautiful," Daryl spoke softly, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance slowly. His voice faltered slightly as your cunt squeezed around him. "Fuck, so pretty like this-" a quiet sigh escaped him as he tried to keep his composure.

You hissed quietly at the feeling of your pussy stretching around him, taking him inch by inch. Daryl watched the dirty scene, his cock sinking into you, with blown-out pupils and a slack jaw.

"Oh my god Daryl," A whiny moan escaped your lips, your brain too fuzzy, too deep in pleasure to even register it.

But Daryl did. His hips instinctively thrust into you at the sound, fully entranced by your sounds that he just couldn't control himself. By the time he was fully sheathed into you, his resolve was hanging by a thread.

He's wanted this for years. Watched you prance around him, teasing him with what he couldn't have. Only to find out he could have had you whenever he wanted.

Could have had you bent over, with nothing on your mind but his name and the feeling of his dick pushing deep into your soaking cunt.

He moves slowly, pulling out almost all the way, listening to the way your sounds responded to his every move. The tip of his cock is still pressed into you before he thrusts himself back in into you again. You writhed under his grip, tiny gasps and mewls mixed with his groans, filling the room with echoes.

Daryl picks up the pace, motivated by the way you pushed your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

"So perfect for me," Daryl pants, keeping one hand firmly pressed against your hip while the other reaches up to palm your breasts.

He slams his hips into you and you just melt, legs shaking against the kitchen cabinets. Daryl was bigger than you expected, and by the time you had adjusted to his size, you could feel every inch stretching you out.

Small groans left Daryl's lips, jaw clenched tightly, as if he was still holding something back. If you'd have known he'd be this addictive, you'd have just asked him to fuck you years ago.

"Can you say my name again?" Daryl fucking loved to hear it leave your lips. Especially now, hearing how torn apart you were, feeling how your cunt was squeezing and fluttering around him and keeping him buried deep.

No response, just slack-jawed moans and heels softly clacking against the floor as Daryl lifted you slightly to meet every thrust.

"Too fucked out n' dumb already?" He leaned down, his breath brushing your ear as his low voice made you whine.

You nodded, cheek pressed against the counter in a lazy blur. Daryl stopped his movements, ignoring your half-mumbled protests. He wrapped an arm under your torso, pulling you up to press your back firmly against his front, his cock still buried inside you, only so much deeper.

"Mmm, much better isn't it? Get to have you right here, all for myself." Daryl was rambling now, just so obsessed with you.

Daryl's hand found your jaw, holding it firmly. "Get to hear all those little noises ya' make, loud and clear." He thrust up into you now, the force of him fucking you had you grasping the edge of the counter for some kind of stability.

It was so mean, the way he gripped your face in a way that made you feel like he was totally in control of the entire moment.

But the way his cock hit your spot every time, rolling his hips into you hard enough to make you scream out.

"Wanna hear ya' say it, pretty girl," Daryl pants, his voice right next to your ear, the rumble of his deep voice sending vibrations down your spine.

"Oh f-" You started mindlessly rambling, but Daryl stopped you with a harsh string of thrusts into you, making you cry out. "Ah! Daryl please-" Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, stinging only further pulling you deep into the feeling of his cock, the pleasure he was giving you.

"Christ-" Daryl's voice was broken now, as frantic as his thrusts. Fuck he wished he could record that damn sound.

His grip on your trembling frame was tight, caging you into him as you writhed against his movements.

Any resolve that he's been holding onto was broken now, cast aside the minute his name left your lips for a third time. Daryl let go of your jaw, arms instead wrapping around you to keep you close to him.

The minute his hand left your jaw, your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes tightly closed to feel everything he was giving you.

Daryl was completely lost now, groans echoing in the nearly empty space in Daryl's apartment. "Ain't ever gonna need anyone else." A gasp left him at the feeling of your cunt fluttering and squeezing around him.

Daryl was so fucking close, but he just had to have you get there first. After seeing you so composed, so put together and pretty; to see you fall apart from his doing would make his whole lifetime.

"Fuck- gonna treat you right." Drunken mumbles left his mouth, his lips pressed against your head as he pressed soft kisses. Nearly contradicting the rough thrusts he was sending up into your core.

"Make you feel so good all the time, pretty girl, oh-" He whimpered as you clenched down around him, making his thrusts stutter as he struggled to keep up the pace.

"You gotta cum for me. Can't hold on much longer." Loud grunts escaped him, rough hands gripping you so tight you thought they'd bruise. The way you squeezed him tightly, clenching with every word that you liked hearing from his mouth.

Especially when he called you pretty girl.

"Want ya' to stay here with me," the confession made your stomach twist in excitement. "Want you to wear those tiny skirts, maybe nothin' underneath." The words fell out of Daryl in a frantic, slurred fashion. God he was so fucking close.

"Oh- gonna look for a store. Get you more of those -ah- sets," Daryl couldn't see the way your eyes lit up at the thought.

"Jus' need you all the damn time. Please." Daryl's stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him suddenly, eyes rolling back with a strained whimper. He shuddered against your body.

Hearing him, feeling the way he shook as he filled you deep inside was all you needed to reach your own high. Your hips jerked against his thrusts, craving anything that he could give you.

It was overwhelming, the way that Daryl continued to thrust into you, fueling your orgasm to make every nerve feel like it was on fire.

Short gasps and whines came out of Daryl's mouth, overstimulation beginning to set in as he fucked you in a dizzy blur.

With breathless, desperate moans of his name over and over, the both of you chased the fading flames of it. Daryl was breathing heavily when he finally released you from his caging grip. He spun you around so that he could see you.

God you looked amazing.

All fucked-out and dizzy. Your mascara had run down your cheeks, from the tears that he had pulled from you.

Daryl scooped you up; and learning his lesson from when you complained about it earlier, he placed you on his couch. Slipping out of your grasp, he came back with some water and a cloth to clean you off.

"Was tellin' the truth. I want you here." Daryl cleaned you up, smiling fondly at the way you whined against his overstimulating touch.

"Were you lying about the matching sets?" You spoke in a hazy, tired voice. Your eyes were closed, drinking the water he gave you like it was the first time in months.

Daryl laughed at your response. "That's all ya' think about?" You lightly slapped his arm.

"I thought it was obvious that I wanna be here! You're my favorite person I've ever met, Daryl. You don't try to stop me from being myself." You opened your eyes, making sure that he knew you were sure about your decision.

"Annnnd you're the only one who takes me on shopping trips! There's no way in hell that I'm lettin' you go." You pulled Daryl onto the couch, snickering at the way he fell into you, arms immediately wrapping around you like you'd leave in a minute.

"I'll get you all the matching sets ya' want." Daryl pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Okay, now you're starting to sound like a sugar daddy. Maybe I need to up my needs. I think I'll also take some makeup since you're offering."

"And I think you need to take a nap." Daryl's eyes felt heavy.

"Fine. But then we leave to get the matching sets." You poke his chest to keep him awake enough to hear you.

"Whatever."

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You were sitting with Maggie on a bench near the gates as Daryl walked over. Maggie was pretty much your only main source of 'girl talk' in Alexandria.

The two of you had been friends since the farm. You helped her figure out what to do with Glenn, and she helped you paint your nails.

"So what are you going to do about him?" Maggie gestured to Spencer, who was helping his mother as she talked to Rick.

Daryl froze and hid behind a corner when he heard Maggie's voice talking about a him.

What the hell does that mean? Was there a him in your life that he somehow missed?

"I don't know." Your voice drew out the last syllable. "He's cute, I guess!" Maggie laughed at your apprehension.

"You guess? Look at him, he's got a great smile!" Maggie was fully and completely in love with Glenn, but nobody could deny that Spencer had decent looks.

Daryl had no idea who you were talking about. But you had just called this guy cute.

"I haven't even talked to him! What if he doesn't like all this?" You had zero intention of changing yourself, but after no romantic flings or dates since the start, a nervous pit formed in your stomach.

Daryl frowned at your words. What was not to like?

Sure, you had very specific taste, and you liked to play dumb. Daryl thought it was adorable how unique you were. He'd love to be the one you're calling cute right now.

Any man who gave you a hard time was an asshole in Daryl's mind. Because looking past your pink surface and loud voice, you had a kind heart. Always giving people the benefit of the doubt when everyone else knew damn well that they didn't deserve it.

It had been a long time since Daryl had any romance either. Probably longer than you. But that didn't change the fact that he was completely lost in the love department. Half of the time, he felt like a damn pervert the way he thought about you.

You were just so sweet, so effortlessly teasing him when you'd do little things like brush up against him, get all up in his space to fix something with his clothes.

He thought about those moments a lot.

"But what about other options?" Maggie hinted.

You put down the mascara that you were using, meeting Maggie's wide eyes and smirk.

"No, I'm not talking about him either!" You squeaked.

Leaning in, she smirked at you knowingly. "Ohhh, you mean the man you've been stalking for like 2 years?" She teased you a little louder than you would have liked.

"Stalking?! Please, staring is not stalking!" You and Maggie fell into a fit of laughter.

Daryl clenched his fists as he listened in. Two damn years?

Whoever this lucky asshole was, he hadn't even noticed or acted on it.

Hell, Daryl considers it a good day when you flash him that pretty smile of yours, lips coated in a thick layer of sparkly gloss.

"Besides, I practically throw myself at him, but he doesn't even blink." You thought about all the times you'd shown up at Daryl's door, dressed in your most revealing little dress, or with a fresh new pick-up line that only earned you a quick 'shut up'.

"I should just show up at his door wearin' nothin' but my damn heels and see his reaction." Again, the two of you fell into a loud fit of giggles like a pair of schoolgirls.

"I think you'd break him."

Daryl's face turned a bright red at the thought. Although he could never admit it to anyone, Daryl thought about you often. He thought about kissing you all the damn time. His thoughts always wandered when he was busy with something, focused on how soft your perfumed skin would be against his.

Whatever man you were crushing on had to be dumb as rocks not to give you a date.

You threw your arms around Maggie and said your goodbyes before she left to go on a run, leaving you to walk back to your place alone.

Daryl took that moment to approach. He inhaled a deep breath to expel some nervous jitters. Before he could reach you, a voice called out to you.

His jaw ticked in anger. One moment.

Could he not have one moment alone with you?

Spencer jogged over to you with a wide smile. He practically towered over you, strides matching your own as he walked with you.

Daryl huffed and walked behind the two of you. His house sat right next to yours, so he had no option but to either push past you and Spencer or listen in.

Daryl chose the latter.

"Y'know, there's just something about you that the other people don't have here." Spencer looked down at you as you walked with him. You missed the way his gaze was drifting down your body, specifically towards your chest.

You were always wearing outfits that emphasized what you were working with. A trait of yours that carried on even at the end of the world.

Daryl rolled his eyes at Spencer's obvious ulterior motives. Sure, Daryl stole a glance every now and then, but that was once he had grown to know you!

"Oh? And what is that?" You gave Spencer a friendly smile. You thought of how Daryl had called you unique and special many times; it became a routine.

Daryl knew you were special, and he helped you keep that shine.

"Well, for starters, this little number." Spencer gestured to the dress you had on. "You look good in pink, by the way. Can't say that about everyone here." You ignored the backhanded insult that came at the end of his compliment, completely focusing on the dress.

Daryl was damn near seething, glaring at Spencer's back like he had just murdered someone.

"It's so pretty, right? Daryl got it for me!" You swished the fabric in your hands with a fond smile.

Spencer's bright white smile fell slightly in frustration. "Uh- yeah. That's nice of him." Spencer knew he'd have to kick it up a notch if he wanted to get you away from Daryl. "Why do you wear pretty little things like this anyway?"

Daryl felt offended for you. That was just how you were, what you liked. Who was Spencer to question that?

"Makes me feel normal. And gives me a hobby, too! Whenever I'm out with Daryl, we always stop by little boutiques, and he lets me shop for like an hour!" You spoke excitedly, eyes drifting off to the side in thought.

Your shoulder brushed against Spencer's absentmindedly, making Spencer smile and wrap an arm around you. Daryl bit his lip so hard that he was sure that blood had formed.

That was supposed to be him. He was supposed to be wrapping an arm around you, showering you in compliments.

He was supposed to be the one that made your eyes light up. But instead, Spencer's hands were on you, right where Daryl's should be.

Spencer had walked you back to your house without you even realizing.

"Thank you for walking with me! I enjoyed our little talk!" Your smile faltered a little when you looked up at him, feeling a little exposed under his intense eyes.

It felt a little intense for a friendly conversation, you thought. Maybe he just had a really intense stare, who were you to judge?

"You just look for me whenever you need someone to talk to, sweetheart. I'll be here." Spencer held your hand in his as he spoke.

"Oh, okay!" You cringed at your own squeakiness, your awkward habits pushing through the moment a man spoke with you about a topic that wasn't fashion or Daryl.

Standing a stair below you on your porch, Spencer pressed a kiss to your hand, his eyes glancing up at you.

There was something there that made you second-guess whether Spencer walked you home with neighborly intent.

If there was ever a moment where Daryl felt anger take over, it was now. He was sure that steam was coming out of his ears the moment Spencer's lips came down to kiss your hand like he was some kind of Prince Charming.

Without thought, Daryl decided to step in. "Hey, you said you needed help with somethin' earlier?" Daryl interrupted Spencer's kiss on your hand unceremoniously. His gruff voice quickly cut through Spencer's.

It was actually true, he had offered to help you with fixing the kitchen sink earlier.

You immediately pounced on his offer, especially given the fact that Spencer was too close for your own liking.

Not a big deal; he probably didn't mean anything by it!

But it was a lot all at once. Too much.

"Yes! Yes! The sink wasn't working earlier, come in! I'm so so sorry, Spencer, I have to go!" You yanked Daryl's hand and pulled him up the stairs, leaving him awkwardly stumbling inside.

"I'll see you later?" Spencer spoke with an unabashed hope in his voice. A tone that went straight over your head.

"Yes! I'll come by your place after Daryl helps me out, 'kay?" You tossed Spencer a flashy smile, making Daryl's stomach churn in disgust. A smile could mean interest; it could be the opportunity for something to occur.

Daryl's jaw ticked at the sight. It made him feel sick to think that you'd go to his house and spend time with him.

"She's busy, man." He couldn't stop himself. When Spencer finally acknowledged Daryl's presence, he had a scowl on his chiseled face. Somewhere inside, Daryl felt damn proud of ruining Spencer's chance.

Daryl gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. While you were profusely apologizing to Spencer, even though the asshole didn't deserve it, Daryl pulled you inside and shut the door.

"Shoulda' told him ya' won't be able to see him," Daryl mumbled, strolling over to the sink to see what was wrong with it.

"He's just getting to know me! That isn't a crime!" You corrected him.

"He's just a physical guy; he shows his affection." You hid a little hint in that statement, but Daryl was like a stone wall as usual.

"That's about all he does." Daryl snorted as he crouched to look underneath the sink, glancing at the pipes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your brows.

"Means he's not what you're lookin' for," Daryl grunted as he tried to find the fix.

"Right, 'cause you know what I need? You know the kind of man I'm looking for?" You leaned against the counter, tits stretching the fabric of your dress.

Daryl damn near died when he looked up at you from the sink.

In his head, he was screaming, "Yes! If you'd just look my way!" but in reality all he could give you in response was a shrug.

"Besides, the guy I really like won't even look my way. I try and try, but he acts like we're just friends. He doesn't even realize when I throw myself at him." You sat on the counter, legs dangling just inches from the cabinet that Daryl was under.

Daryl couldn't contain the sick feeling in his stomach hearing you talk about another man.

"He got a name?" Daryl was already making plans to beat the guy to a pulp for being such an asshole to you. He could stare at you for hours, hell, he probably has.

And this asshole won't even look your way?

"Like I'd tell you!" You kicked his thigh teasingly with your heel, snorting at the way he flinched against your touch.

Daryl's ears and face were bright red at this point. He was praying that you weren't able to see his face as he was under the sink.

Your eyes wandered over Daryl's lower half while he worked on your sink, feeling a bit guilty about the perverse nature of the situation.

His shirt had come up while he was working, showing off the slightest bit of hair at the base of his stomach and seemingly travelling downward. You had to practically stop yourself from drooling at the sight.

It was agonizing for you, sitting here on the counter listening to his delicious grunts as he used his arm strength to tighten valves and whatever else you'd find under a sink.

Daryl, however, was also struggling to keep his emotions at bay. You were right there, he could smell your perfume as you sat above him, swinging those pretty legs without a care in the world.

You bent down to kneel in between his legs as he worked on the sink, placing your hands firmly on his knees. "Do you need anything, honey? You're helping me, the least I can do is get you a drink or something?"

Daryl glanced up at you with widened eyes. "Uh-" He cleared his throat. This had to be some kind of dream, right?

"You called me honey." His brain was stuck on the word you called him, definitely storing that memory for later when he was alone with his hand.

Daryl had one leg straightened and one knee propped up. You leaned against his propped-up knee, cheek resting against the worn denim.

It was taking everything in him not to let all the blood rush down to his cock at the sight of you. Your dress had ridden up, now almost completely settled at your hips.

"You don't like that name?" You pouted at him.

God, if only. He thought. Daryl liked it a little too much.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

The sun was well in the sky by the time you had graced Daryl with your presence.

He took a long drag from his cigarette when you came over to sit with him, like you usually did. "Took ya' long enough."

"Excuse you, a girl needs her beauty sleep! This look doesn't come easy!" You did a little model pose for him, mostly as a joke, but fuck did he take a long look at the way your hips swayed in that dress that just barely reached your upper thigh.

"Shallow." He smirked at your wide-mouthed gasp.

"Dumbass." You stuck your tongue out at him as you propped yourself against the railing of his porch. Daryl could hardly believe the view in front of him. You looked like a damn angel.

He suddenly remembered why he asked you to come over.

"Fixed it for ya'." He pulled a necklace out of his pocket, untangling the strands that knotted as he hastily shoved it into his pocket this morning. He approached you, standing next to you as you leaned over the railing.

The pink pendant that sat on the necklace had fallen off a few days ago, and you were practically in tears about it. Daryl offered to fix it for you, despite having no fucking clue about jewelry.

He'd research the damn thing if it meant keeping you near him.

Your gasp was real this time as you rushed over to take it from his calloused hands. "It's perfect! How did you do it?" You held it up and felt a rush of warmth spread over your cheeks.

He even polished it for you, the metal and pendant now offering a gorgeous sheen that made you giddy.

"Just some pliers. No big deal." He was actually the first person to notice it had fallen off. Mostly because it was always there, teasing him and dipping down in between your breasts when you bent over or moved the right way.

He'd stare at it for hours if he could.

"Can you help me put it on?" You placed the necklace back in his hand and turned around, your ass so close to brushing against his front.

Daryl's ears blushed bright pink, swallowing thickly as his eyes fought against his brain. Don't look, just put the necklace on and don't look.

You were so incredibly close. He could just lean forward and you'd be right where he needed you.

"I thought I said you could come to me for anything! I can definitely handle a necklace, sweetheart." Spencer's voice broke Daryl's focus of your body nearly on his. A jealous glare bore into Spencer's face as he approached.

You didn't even process what the proximity looked like, just completely in the moment. "Daryl fixed it for me! I figured he could also put it on!"

Daryl's fingers fumbled with the clasp, clearly struggling. But your sweet perfume in his senses didn't help his nerves, or the way his hands were sweating.

"Could I talk to you alone?" Spencer's face turned soft this time, head tilted to the side like a curious puppy.

Oh he's good. Daryl thought.

But you just shrugged, a sweet, oblivious smile on your face. "We can talk here! Daryl doesn't mind, do you, Daryl?" You glanced back at him out of the corner of your eye. You noticed the pink that covered his face.

Maybe he wasn't a fan of Spencer after all, and his face was giving that fact away. You thought.

"Nah." Daryl mumbled in a way that was purely unique to him.

Of course he cared. If he had it his way, Spencer would have a bolt in his leg for even walking up to you.

"Fuck it." Spencer scoffed at the ridiculously oblivious situation. "I got all the stuff for a picnic, and it's a beautiful day out. What do ya' say we go on a little lunch date?"

Daryl's face dropped. Would you really go out with this asshole?

Before you could speak, Spencer continued. "You could wear that pretty little dress. I might even have snagged you a little something from that boutique I know you like."

Jaw firmly clenched, Daryl felt like he was going to be sick. That was his thing with you.

He took you to stores, grabbed things you liked. He got to see you gush over him and hug him tightly.

And this goddamn loser thought he could take over. But the worst part was that you hadn't said anything.

Not a fucking thing.

You were deep in the feeling of the warmth of Daryl's front nearly pressed against your back, his rough hands taking such care in being gentle with you. You had forgotten to even reply to Spencer because in your mind it was a no-brainer.

The necklace was finally clasped, and your brows furrowed as it dropped abruptly into place around your neck.

"Uh- I don't-"

You didn't even have time to turn around before Daryl's door slammed shut. He had stormed inside.

Spencer smirked at Daryl's little outburst. "Guess he couldn't take the heat." Your eyes narrowed at him, shaking your head incredulously.

"I'm not interested, Spencer. And next time, don't be an asshole about it."

While you were outside, Daryl was pacing his living room, his breathing shallow and quick. Spencer forced him to just sit and watch while he took you right up from under him.

Daryl thought about what was going to come next. He'd see you out with Spencer, manicured nails and soft hands holding Spencer's as you two walked together.

He'd get to hold you close to him while you wore that cute frilly pajama set that Daryl had only had the privilege of seeing once when you woke him up to capture a spider that wandered into your house. He'd get to wake up to see you every morning with a sleepy, hazy look on your face.

Spencer would get to see you in all the close, intimate ways that Daryl dreamed of.

You stormed inside before Spencer even had time to throw a response at you, slamming it behind you with a force that made Daryl jump.

"Daryl, what was that?" You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips.

He couldn't even look at you. He couldn't even keep control of his emotions at this point, purely acting on rage and impulse.

"Any asshole gives ya' compliments n' you're just gonna go all dumb and give him what he wants?" Daryl's voice was broken as he spoke, weaker than he wished it was.

It just hurt so much. He thought you were above men like Spencer. At least, he hoped you were.

"Excuse me?" You narrowed your eyes at him. Sure, you could be an airhead sometimes, but Daryl was overselling it by a mile.

"You're gettin' ready for your date now, right? Puttin' on that dress for your new man! Guess you don't need me around anymore, got what ya' wanted?" Daryl pointed a finger at you accusingly.

"Actually, I-" He cut you off. Speaking with anger and venom was one thing. Interrupting was something different entirely.

"Thought you were in love with that other man you've been talking about so much. Why don't you go see him too?" Daryl was falling apart in front of you; words he didn't mean were slipping out without care.

"Oh my god, will you just shut up?!" You shouted at him, fists clenching at the way he finally inched away from you.

"I turned him down. He's gone."

Daryl's expression softened a little. Still guarded and hurt, but this time a layer of regret brushed over his features. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head as if to shake off the negativity. "I don't want him." Daryl just stared at you in confusion, the stupid look on his face making you laugh sadly.

"I like someone else. Were you even listening to me earlier?" The cute pout on Daryl's face melted your anger away. He could be an asshole sometimes, but part of that was him jumping to conclusions.

Despite his stubborn nature, you still wanted to jump his bones.

"Who?" Daryl figured it'd be best to rip off the bandage now, get all the heartbreak over with right now so he could get over you. Not that he'd ever truly get you out of his head.

"You really are a dumbass." You giggled at him softly. The sound made Daryl's heart jump.

But what you said next practically made his heart stop completely.

"I like you. Have for years. If you weren't eavesdropping on Maggie and me, you would have never-"

Daryl raced over to you in just a few long strides, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was desperate and rough. Hands cupping the sides of your face, his lips moved with yours hungrily.

He'd thank Maggie later.

You pressed into him after a second of shock. The emotional whiplash this man gave you was enough to drive you crazy.

One moment you're screaming at him, the next you're confessing your love, and the very next moment he had his tongue in your mouth.

Between his deep kiss and hands that roamed across your waist, you let out a soft moan. His hands found the sides of your face again as he pulled away to get a good look at you.

Your lips were red now, cheeks just as flushed as his were.

"Thought you were talkin' about someone else." Daryl finally responds, breathy and low. You swiped at the gloss that now adorned his lips after he kissed you so roughly.

"There isn't any other man in our group that would ignore me like you." You thought about the times you would try to get him to break. It always ended in him going silent or you giving up.

"I swear to god I was going to give up and just walk over here with nothin' but my heels and make you finally give in." Another cute giggle left your lips.

Oh god please. Daryl let out a quiet groan at your words.

You'd said it earlier with Maggie, but now that he had you, it hit even harder.

His face read embarrassment. So he was the asshole who didn't give you the time of day when you threw yourself at him. God, he should just go get eaten by walkers now. He thought.

"Was tryin' to be respectful." Daryl's eyes drifted down to your tits out of habit, his mind absolutely in overdrive because you were here. He was holding you; his hands were on you.

Now that you were here, and he was allowed to touch you, he wanted to show you just how much he had to offer you. How much he adored you.

"That was respectful out there?" You recalled how Daryl stared daggers into Spencer and slammed the door shut like a damn teenage girl. He pressed himself against you, arms crossing around you to fully enclose you in his grasp.

Those long, pretty lashes looked up at him, and he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Your manicured nails tapped his chest lightly. "Hellooo? Are you gonna say somethin' or just stare at me?"

Stare. Definitely stare.

"Didn't want any other man touchin' ya'." Daryl confessed in a mumbled slur of words, his eyes meeting yours only for a brief moment. "They don't deserve you." Daryl kissed your jawline, pressing sloppy kisses along your heated skin.

"Yeah? And what do I deserve?" You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck. Daryl smirked at the shiver that ran through you every time he glided his stubble across your smooth skin when he had his mouth on you.

You were so incredibly responsive he was gonna lose his goddamn mind.

"Gonna show ya'." He muttered, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck. That earned him a couple appreciative moans from your lips.

Moans that he was determined to hear again.

While you were focused on his kisses against your neck, you hadn't even realized that his hands had traveled down to your ass until he grabbed an impatient handful in his rough palms.

A giggle left your throat. "Mm, feelin' needy?" With a roll of your hips against his, Daryl let out a shortened grunt. His hands flew to your hips, holding your body in place.

"Says the one who's been wantin' me for years," Daryl spoke with a smirk, his face buried in your neck. You slapped his arm lightly for that comment.

"Stop being mean about it!" A whine left your lips as you struggled to escape his grasp, brushing your leg against his groin. Daryl let out something in between a scoff and a groan. You hated how his rough grip turned you on, heat rushing straight to your core the minute his hands yanked you closer.

Daryl chuckled at your whining. "A sweet thing like you, always hangin' around me." He spoke with a rough tone, one that made you consider just ripping everything off right here and now. "Were you tryin' to get me to break?"

A question that hung in the air for several seconds.

It wasn't like Daryl was complaining about the fact that you wanted to break his resolve. He loved seeing you approach him with a brand new, expensive-looking outfit to show off.

Except now he was rethinking those little 'fashion shows' where you posed in front of him while he worked on his bike. Those moments where you'd ask him to adjust the strap on your dress, purposefully inching a little too close to his crotch.

Fuck he always wanted to just bend you over right across the leather seat of his bike and give you everything. Wanted to slip those straps right off and explore what you looked like underneath all that bright sunshine.

You chewed at your lip nervously, the taste of your cherry lip gloss filling your mouth. "Yes, but only because it was taking so long and eventually it became kinda fun to see what made you react!" Daryl's ears went pink at your answer. And then a delicious thought came across his head.

"Guess it's my turn to see what makes you react," Daryl spoke with a teasing tone, backing you up against a wall.

Holy shit, he's good. You could hardly think straight as his hands fumbled with the multiple straps on your dress.

Daryl pulled away in confusion, eyes drawn to the clasps and straps that kept your dress practically glued to you. He'd come this far, there's no way a pretty little dress would stop him from doing what you've wanted him to do for years, apparently.

With a brief pause to consider his options, Daryl tore the straps and clasps. The plastic and metal clattered onto the floor, alerting you of what he had just done.

The sound earned a gasp from your lips.

"This is a Valentino dress! Could'a just asked me to help you!" You spoke with a pout, one that made Daryl's cock twitch in his pants.

"Found this back in Atlanta." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine. Daryl knew you'd be upset, but he just couldn't tear himself away enough to properly apologize.

Daryl pressed kisses to where the straps had sat on your shoulder, moans replacing complaints that left your mouth. "Sorry." He'd promised himself that he'd look for another one.

Whatever the hell a 'Valentino' dress was.

His hands slipped the dress off of your body, breath hitching at the sight of what you were wearing underneath.

Ever the fan of pink, Daryl expected you to be wearing some kind of pink bra and panties, but this was something else entirely.

His brain practically shut off. You were wearing a light pink lace set.

The last time Daryl saw anyone in a damn matching set was the goddamn mannequins at the mall when the world was still normal.

To say he was obsessed was an understatement. Daryl felt like he didn't even deserve to touch you, to somehow taint your light.

"Wore this scratchy set hopin' you'd touch it so you better not back out now!" You were teasing him. Obviously, if Daryl needed to stop, you would take no issue in that at all.

Daryl didn't need to be told twice. Fuck, the way your breasts were cupped by the lace bra, and how your panties lightly hugged your hips like they were made for you.

The heat pooling in your core made it damn near unbearable to wait for Daryl to gawk at you. "Please-" you whined, the sound only making his cock harder.

Daryl's hand brushed over the bra, admiring how sinfully sweet you looked in it before slipping his fingers behind you to unclasp it, letting it fall down onto the floor with a light thud.

He let out a shaky breath, eyes falling to your breasts without hesitation. His self-restraint had made it this far, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep it up, especially with the way your hands were snaking over his body, wandering south.

When he managed to yank his gaze away from your tits, you were already on him, palming his erection through his jeans.

Daryl hummed, lips forming a smirk while he slipped a finger underneath the waistband of your panties.

"Wasn't done with ya'." Daryl snapped the band against your skin, the little sting only accelerating your need for him. "Hands off."

That last sentence hurt, like actually hurt him to say. Because he'd kill a hundred walkers just to see you like this again, to feel your hands rubbing him through his pants.

If you weren't careful, he'd have cum in his fucking pants.

"But I wanna help you!" Your breathy, whiny voice was driving him insane. He'd have to replace those words with moans if he wanted your stubborn nature to dissolve.

Daryl sank to his knees, his hands wrapping around to pull your clothed cunt inches from his face.

"Are you gonna stop whinin' and let me taste ya'?" Daryl wasn't even looking up at your eyes when he spoke. His gaze was fixed on the way your panties had a prominent wet spot where you needed him.

"Been actin' whiny this whole damn week." Daryl's voice gave off the feeling that he was scolding you, but by the way he dragged your panties down your legs,

He was not entirely upset by your little whines and neediness.

"Teasin' me while another man-" He paused with a scoff, hands rubbing circles into your hips and upper thighs. You were practically shaking with anticipation in his grip. His eyes were on you this time.

Staring into you with a heat that you'd only imagined in the dreams you'd had about him.

"While another man calls you pretty." In one swift move, Daryl lifted your leg over his shoulder, opening your legs wide. He had a perfect view of your cunt, soaking wet for him. You leaned up against the wall, your hands desperate for something to hold onto while he questioned you, inches from where you needed him.

"Ya' gonna let another man call you that?" Daryl's voice was higher this time as he pressed sloppy kisses across your inner thigh, teasing you in a way that made you whimper.

"That's not fair! I didn't know he-" You cut yourself off with a loud gasp as Daryl's tongue was on your cunt, giving you teasing licks.

Guess that was the wrong answer.

He had you pressed against the wall, while he was on his knees, face buried in your cunt. You could feel his grin as his tongue flicked your clit.

"O-Oh," A louder moan slips through your lips this time, your hands sifting through his hair. "Fuck Daryl-"

Daryl groaned into your entrance; the sound of his name on your lips as you moaned made his cock twitch, desperate for some kind of pressure.

He sucked and slipped his tongue into you, making you melt into his touch with loud whimpers and moans. Your hips were bucking into his face, only turning him on more.

He rubbed himself through his pants, one large hand pressed against your back to keep you where he wanted you. The other held to his cock as he desperately thrust into his palm.

"Oh my god," You gasped as you realized what he was doing. "And y-you called me needy!" You felt a little bit of pride, seeing him so desperate he'd fuck his hand with his face eating you out like a man with pure devotion.

Daryl grunted beneath you and smacked your ass in response to your witty comment. With a yelp mixed with a moan, your brain went blank. Your legs were shaking from holding yourself up against the wall.

"Watch it, pretty girl."

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking and running his tongue over your sensitive spot. The way he could make you fall apart this easily made him incredibly proud of himself. You were beyond words, your moans and mumbles of his name now falling out of your mouth effortlessly.

Daryl ate you out enthusiastically, his groans sending powerful vibrations into your cunt. His face was fucking soaked as he fucked you with his tongue.

The sound of his mouth on you, slurping and humming at the taste of you, made you whimper in response. It was like you couldn't focus on anything else while he had one of your legs firmly pressed on his shoulders. Daryl's nose was pressed against your clit, his tongue circling your entrance, your arousal practically dripping onto him with every moment he spent devouring you.

He was a moaning mess into your cunt, his hips desperately humping his own hand, obscene noises leaving the both of you.

"Shit! Don't stop," Your head was thrown back, pressed against the wall as Daryl kept you pressed right on his mouth.

He couldn't. Not when he was the direct cause of your sweet sounds. Not when you were shaking and mindlessly whining his name. God, he just couldn't get enough of you.

With your moans getting higher, more dragged out as he ate you out, tongue teasing your entrance and slipping inside, Daryl could tell you were close by the way your cunt clenched around nothing.

"Oh my god please-" You didn't even know what you were asking for, brain numb in pleasure. "Feels so good," You whined. Daryl hummed against your skin in agreement, bringing a thumb up to rub circles into your cunt, making your back arch to push you impossibly closer to him.

He wanted to pull away, wanted to say words of comfort to get you there faster. But the way you tasted, the way your hips were just helplessly thrusting into his face, he couldn't manage to pull himself away from you.

So he removed his hand from his erection, body burning for release, especially when he'd been listening to your sweet sounds without him ever being inside of you. Taking his hand off of his clothed cock, he rubbed circles into your thigh.

White-hot pleasure began to rush through you as you let out a loud gasp at the feeling of your orgasm. You screamed out a loud moan, one that echoed and filled up the foyer where he had pushed you up against the wall.

Body tense and quivering against him, Daryl watched you with awe while your eyes were rolled back into your head. He rode you through it, slowly rubbing circles on your clit with a finger while his tongue did the rest of the work, sucking and lapping at your juices.

Everything throbbed, felt like it was on fire as your orgasm washed over you, pleasure slowly receding. Once he had worked you through your orgasm, he finally pulled away, hand still rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.

You finally glanced down at him, leg still thrown over his shoulder as your body trembled from the force of your climax and the way he worked you through it.

The look he was giving you made you whimper from the pure need that his face had shone. Daryl had a lazy, boyish smile on his face. His facial hair was soaked, and his hair was a tangled mess from the way you clung to it as a lifeline while he ate you out like a starved man.

"Are you gonna let another man call you pretty?" He asked again, clearer this time. Even though he was literally on his knees for you, your mind went dumb a long time ago.

"No." You shook your head quickly. "No, just you."

Daryl let out a quiet groan at your answer. "Never gonna get tired of hearin' that." He rose from his knees, scooping you up into his arms without a second thought, ignoring your little whine as your sore muscles adjusted.

"You're not bein' fair. You still have all your clothes on." There was that cute little pout again, lip gloss smudged from the way he kissed you earlier.

Daryl obliged your request, slipping off his vest and tank with fluid movements. You had a disheveled look, one that Daryl hadn't ever seen.

Up until now, you always looked put together. Always looked like you just spent about 2 hours in the bathroom doing your makeup.

But now, with your lip gloss smudged to the side of your lips and your mascara messy from your teary eyes. Daryl had never been more attracted to you.

He set you down on the kitchen counter, smirking at the gasp when your ass met with the freezing cold temperature of the counter.

"Ah!" You shivered and shot Daryl your best shot at an evil stare. "Quit bein' an asshole! Got any place warmer than the damn kitchen counter?" You were teasing him, but Daryl had plans to shut that down real fast.

He caged you in, arms placed on either side of you, face inches from yours. "Just ate you out n' yer' gonna call me an asshole?"

Daryl recalled how he had moved your hand away from his obvious bulge earlier. He grasped your hand and placed it on his clothed cock. Your eyes widened at the size of him. Although you couldn't exactly feel his length through his jeans, you could tell he was thick from the way it filled up the space of your empty hand.

"Been holdin' back to make ya' feel good, pretty girl." Daryl rasped.

"That doesn't make this any better. Are you gonna help me down or do you just want me to freeze up here?" You crossed your arms, hiding a smile.

Daryl glanced at you for a moment, taking in your features, making mental notes of places he'd want to worship while you sat helpless and cold in front of him. Finally, he lifted you off of the counter.

Only, he wasn't doing it out of the good of his heart.

"S'okay. I'll warm you up." With that line, Daryl turned you around so that your ass was firmly pressed against him. A large hand pressed against your bare back and gently pushed you down until your front was splayed on the counter.

"Daryl-" You surprised even yourself at the breathy whimper of his name that left your lips. Daryl's head lolled back at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like that.

He'd do anything to hear that again. He'd throw himself in front of a damn bullet.

"Yer' gonna kill me." He scoffed to himself.

The heat rose between your legs at the sound of his belt unbuckling. You crossed your legs together in a hazy blur of lust, a poor attempt to relieve the arousal coursing through your veins.

Slipping out of the rest of his clothes, Daryl lightly tapped your thigh. "Need ya' to spread these." He watched as your legs trembled while you spread those pretty legs open.

His eyes fell to the heels that were still on your feet. Daryl had purposefully asked you to keep them on. It just drove him insane seeing how you stumbled and shook as he pleasured you, and you struggled to keep your balance.

"You okay?" He peeked over your hips to get a glance at the side of your face as you lay lazily against the counter. "Ready?"

After giving him a weak nod, you pushed your hips against his front. His hands flew to your skin quickly, a grunt leaving his lips. As his fingers ghosted across your heated skin, your face was firmly pressed onto the counter, relaxing as the cool sensation eased your nerves.

Sure, you'd been teasing him like a woman obsessed for months. But now that he was standing over you with his hands kneading your skin, you felt a little shy.

"Ya' look so beautiful," Daryl spoke softly, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance slowly. His voice faltered slightly as your cunt squeezed around him. "Fuck, so pretty like this-" a quiet sigh escaped him as he tried to keep his composure.

You hissed quietly at the feeling of your pussy stretching around him, taking him inch by inch. Daryl watched the dirty scene, his cock sinking into you, with blown-out pupils and a slack jaw.

"Oh my god Daryl," A whiny moan escaped your lips, your brain too fuzzy, too deep in pleasure to even register it.

But Daryl did. His hips instinctively thrust into you at the sound, fully entranced by your sounds that he just couldn't control himself. By the time he was fully sheathed into you, his resolve was hanging by a thread.

He's wanted this for years. Watched you prance around him, teasing him with what he couldn't have. Only to find out he could have had you whenever he wanted.

Could have had you bent over, with nothing on your mind but his name and the feeling of his dick pushing deep into your soaking cunt.

He moves slowly, pulling out almost all the way, listening to the way your sounds responded to his every move. The tip of his cock is still pressed into you before he thrusts himself back in into you again. You writhed under his grip, tiny gasps and mewls mixed with his groans, filling the room with echoes.

Daryl picks up the pace, motivated by the way you pushed your hips back to meet his hard thrusts.

"So perfect for me," Daryl pants, keeping one hand firmly pressed against your hip while the other reaches up to palm your breasts.

He slams his hips into you and you just melt, legs shaking against the kitchen cabinets. Daryl was bigger than you expected, and by the time you had adjusted to his size, you could feel every inch stretching you out.

Small groans left Daryl's lips, jaw clenched tightly, as if he was still holding something back. If you'd have known he'd be this addictive, you'd have just asked him to fuck you years ago.

"Can you say my name again?" Daryl fucking loved to hear it leave your lips. Especially now, hearing how torn apart you were, feeling how your cunt was squeezing and fluttering around him and keeping him buried deep.

No response, just slack-jawed moans and heels softly clacking against the floor as Daryl lifted you slightly to meet every thrust.

"Too fucked out n' dumb already?" He leaned down, his breath brushing your ear as his low voice made you whine.

You nodded, cheek pressed against the counter in a lazy blur. Daryl stopped his movements, ignoring your half-mumbled protests. He wrapped an arm under your torso, pulling you up to press your back firmly against his front, his cock still buried inside you, only so much deeper.

"Mmm, much better isn't it? Get to have you right here, all for myself." Daryl was rambling now, just so obsessed with you.

Daryl's hand found your jaw, holding it firmly. "Get to hear all those little noises ya' make, loud and clear." He thrust up into you now, the force of him fucking you had you grasping the edge of the counter for some kind of stability.

It was so mean, the way he gripped your face in a way that made you feel like he was totally in control of the entire moment.

But the way his cock hit your spot every time, rolling his hips into you hard enough to make you scream out.

"Wanna hear ya' say it, pretty girl," Daryl pants, his voice right next to your ear, the rumble of his deep voice sending vibrations down your spine.

"Oh f-" You started mindlessly rambling, but Daryl stopped you with a harsh string of thrusts into you, making you cry out. "Ah! Daryl please-" Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, stinging only further pulling you deep into the feeling of his cock, the pleasure he was giving you.

"Christ-" Daryl's voice was broken now, as frantic as his thrusts. Fuck he wished he could record that damn sound.

His grip on your trembling frame was tight, caging you into him as you writhed against his movements.

Any resolve that he's been holding onto was broken now, cast aside the minute his name left your lips for a third time. Daryl let go of your jaw, arms instead wrapping around you to keep you close to him.

The minute his hand left your jaw, your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes tightly closed to feel everything he was giving you.

Daryl was completely lost now, groans echoing in the nearly empty space in Daryl's apartment. "Ain't ever gonna need anyone else." A gasp left him at the feeling of your cunt fluttering and squeezing around him.

Daryl was so fucking close, but he just had to have you get there first. After seeing you so composed, so put together and pretty; to see you fall apart from his doing would make his whole lifetime.

"Fuck- gonna treat you right." Drunken mumbles left his mouth, his lips pressed against your head as he pressed soft kisses. Nearly contradicting the rough thrusts he was sending up into your core.

"Make you feel so good all the time, pretty girl, oh-" He whimpered as you clenched down around him, making his thrusts stutter as he struggled to keep up the pace.

"You gotta cum for me. Can't hold on much longer." Loud grunts escaped him, rough hands gripping you so tight you thought they'd bruise. The way you squeezed him tightly, clenching with every word that you liked hearing from his mouth.

Especially when he called you pretty girl.

"Want ya' to stay here with me," the confession made your stomach twist in excitement. "Want you to wear those tiny skirts, maybe nothin' underneath." The words fell out of Daryl in a frantic, slurred fashion. God he was so fucking close.

"Oh- gonna look for a store. Get you more of those -ah- sets," Daryl couldn't see the way your eyes lit up at the thought.

"Jus' need you all the damn time. Please." Daryl's stomach tensed as his orgasm hit him suddenly, eyes rolling back with a strained whimper. He shuddered against your body.

Hearing him, feeling the way he shook as he filled you deep inside was all you needed to reach your own high. Your hips jerked against his thrusts, craving anything that he could give you.

It was overwhelming, the way that Daryl continued to thrust into you, fueling your orgasm to make every nerve feel like it was on fire.

Short gasps and whines came out of Daryl's mouth, overstimulation beginning to set in as he fucked you in a dizzy blur.

With breathless, desperate moans of his name over and over, the both of you chased the fading flames of it. Daryl was breathing heavily when he finally released you from his caging grip. He spun you around so that he could see you.

God you looked amazing.

All fucked-out and dizzy. Your mascara had run down your cheeks, from the tears that he had pulled from you.

Daryl scooped you up; and learning his lesson from when you complained about it earlier, he placed you on his couch. Slipping out of your grasp, he came back with some water and a cloth to clean you off.

"Was tellin' the truth. I want you here." Daryl cleaned you up, smiling fondly at the way you whined against his overstimulating touch.

"Were you lying about the matching sets?" You spoke in a hazy, tired voice. Your eyes were closed, drinking the water he gave you like it was the first time in months.

Daryl laughed at your response. "That's all ya' think about?" You lightly slapped his arm.

"I thought it was obvious that I wanna be here! You're my favorite person I've ever met, Daryl. You don't try to stop me from being myself." You opened your eyes, making sure that he knew you were sure about your decision.

"Annnnd you're the only one who takes me on shopping trips! There's no way in hell that I'm lettin' you go." You pulled Daryl onto the couch, snickering at the way he fell into you, arms immediately wrapping around you like you'd leave in a minute.

"I'll get you all the matching sets ya' want." Daryl pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Okay, now you're starting to sound like a sugar daddy. Maybe I need to up my needs. I think I'll also take some makeup since you're offering."

"And I think you need to take a nap." Daryl's eyes felt heavy.

"Fine. But then we leave to get the matching sets." You poke his chest to keep him awake enough to hear you.

"Whatever."

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