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More Virgin Bucky

Pairing: Virgin!Bucky 

Summary: Bucky jerks off to the memory of your movie night

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: male masturbation, mention of past blowjob, Bucky is a horny boy, reader is not in this one but he thinks about them

A/N: The part two that a lot of yall wanted. Am I a tease? Yes. Bucky does not lose his v-card in this one. BUT I will write a part three I promise. I want to corrupt this man so bad. Also, I wrote this in like an hour sooo. Part of the Virgin!Bucky series but can be read alone

One week. Actually eight days and five hours, but Bucky is the only one counting. That’s how long it's been since you sucked the sense out of your boyfriend. It has taken every ounce of control Bucky has to not ask you to do it again. It’s all he thinks about ever since that night.

He would be embarrassed if you knew, but in all fairness, you did this to him. You effectively made him malfunction. Bucky has been fucking his fist practally every night, replaying the best moment of his life. How your mouth wrapped around him perfectly, the slight gagging sounds, and don’t even get him started on how you looked up at him. 

And when you told him to cum in your mouth? Fuck! His cock pulses at the memory. Bucky is a greedy man - he wants more. He wants you to suck his cock again, maybe you’ll suck on his ball this time, get them all wet and slobbery, make him cum without even touching his cock. 

For the past few days of his incessant horniness, he’s been thinking about something else, too. It always starts out with you, his throbbing cock in your mouth, but there is a shift, you on the bed with his head between your legs. He never gets very far into this fantasy before he cums all over his hand and chest. Something about eating you out has him cumming in seconds.

But Bucky can’t bring himself to ask for what he wants. He’s too embarrassed; no one in the 40’s ever talked about eating their girl’s pussy. He wasn’t completely ignorant to the fact that women’s pleasure wasn’t important to men back then, but Bucky didn’t know if what he wanted was normal, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask.

As he lies in bed, once again Bucky feels his cock harden in his pants. Luckily for his pride, he’s alone in bed, and nothing is stopping his flesh hand from inching toward his crotch. His balls are so heavy and full even though he jerked himself off twice the night before, cumming so much he had to change the sheets. 

Grabbing his erection, Bucky hissed in pleasure. No matter how many times he’s touched himself this past week, he is still a sensitive baby when it comes to his cock. “Fuck, doll, touch my cock, just like that.” Bucky lets his mind wander to his go to fantasy. He imagines you between his legs, that the hand rubbing his dick is your soft palms and not his callused one.

His hips jerk off the bed, chasing friction of his hand through his boxers. “Go ahead, doll, take it out.” When you aren’t there, Bucky is in charge, making himself feel good, directing you in his fantasy. But can’t help himself but let you take charge when he’s with you. He just gets so nervous, not wanting to let you down and never experiencing pleasure so intense. 

He’s trying to take this slow, drawing his pleasure out, but, hell, you make him so damn horny that he just can’t help but push his boxers down to his thighs, past his heavy balls, and ignores the wet spot on his underwear from his weeping head.

Using his precum, Bucky wraps his hand around his head and slowly pulls his hand down to his base. “Oh, God! Just like that!” He has to squeeze his base to stop himself from cumming at the first stroke of this hand.

Scrambling, he pushes his boxers down to his ankles and spreads his legs, “doll, touch my balls, get them nice and wet.” His metal hand cups his ever growing sack, “shit, yeah that feels fucking great! You feel how heavy they are? All that cum is going down your throat tonight. You hear me, doll?” 

With his metal hand still on his balls, he uses his flesh hand on his cock, imagining your lips instead, you slobbering over his cock, not his precum lubing it. “So good with your mouth, you know that? You’re such a fucking slut.” His thumb traces over the thick vein right under the head of this cock and has Bucky calling you a slut, something he didn’t even know he’d be into, but once that image was in his head he had to take his hand off his cock; he didn’t want to cum just yet. Not when he just started.

Taking deep breaths, Bucky tries to calm himself down, but imaginary you climbs up his body and Bucky knows this is the end. “Sit on my face, doll, and let me eat your pussy.” He closes his eyes for this part, because Bucky has never seen your pussy before, he wonders if you are sporting a bush like the women in his old porn mags did, or if you shave, or wax, Bucky doesn’t give a shit. 

He’s never tasted a cunt before, and has nothing to base it on, but the thought of your entire weight on his face, smothering him with your pussy, makes the most pornographic moan leave his mouth and cum shoots out of his tip without him touching it.

He cums for what feels like minutes before he finally stops and he lays back against his pillow, not having the energy to clean himself off before he falls asleep. He needs to taste your pussy and soon. 

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Virgin Bucky Gets His First Blowjob

Paring: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: You give your boyfriend his first blowjob

Word Count: 2,148

Warnings: Established relationship, smut (Oral m!receiving), kind of sub!Bucky, Bucky is a nervous boy and gets a hard on during a movie, Bucky has a praise kink, Virgin!Bucky, No use of Y/N

A/N: Should I make a part 2 where Bucky loses his virginity to reader?

“Okay, doll, I’ve got everything set up. You pick a movie yet?” Bucky settles down next to you in his bed, making sure that there is no space separating the two of you. He wraps his right arm around your shoulder and you snuggle up into his side.

Your laptop is resting on both of your laps, your left thigh and his right thigh hold it in place. “Yes, and it’s one of my favorites!” You bounce in place just a little. “You’re gonna love it, Buck! It’s When Harry Met Sally.” Bucky chuckles at your excitement. Steve has his book of things to catch up with in the 21st century, and Bucky has you. 

“We’ll see, doll. You haven’t let me down yet.” In all honesty, Bucky was thoroughly enjoying the movie, Harry wasn’t the type of guy Bucky thought girls would go for, but most of his enjoyment came from how happy the movie seemed to be making you.

A few times you would catch Bucky staring at you instead of the movie; each time you would look back up at him he would pretend that he was immersed in the movie the whole time and you would nudge his side. It just made him so happy to see how much you were enjoying the movie, going so far as to mouth the lines alone with the actors.

“Yes it is! You are a human affront to all women, and I am a woman.” 

“Hey, I don’t feel great about this, but I don’t hear anyone complaining.”

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is having the time of his life watching you act out the conversations, his heart never feeling so full in all his life. He truly doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, after all the horrible things he’s done in his life, he gets blessed with the most wonderful and understanding woman to call his.

His doll, his girl, who hasn’t even pressured him into anything. He felt bad at first, when he told you that he wanted to take things slow, thinking that you wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend who had no experience in the sexual realm. Of course, he’s kissed women, having his fair share of dames back in the 40’s, but he was a gentleman. He would take them out dancing, maybe make out in his car a little bit, but he never went farther than that. 

Now, after waking up after 80 some years, the last thing on his mind was having sex. That was until he met you, the minx who has awoken something inside of him, but he’s never acted on any of these feelings, too scared that he would disappoint you.

Ashamed that he was still a virgin, Bucky always stopped you before anything would get too heated, and you respected that. It didn’t make Bucky feel any better when he had to go to the ‘bathroom’ after a make-out session, but you never teased him about it, the both of you pretending that he really did need to go to the bathroom.

What the fuck?! Bucky’s attention is back on the movie when Sally has an ‘orgasm’ in the restaurant. Next to him, you’re giggling while watching her fake an orgasm, but Bucky, he’s not laughing. 

Bucky’s never seen a woman have an orgasm. Back in his day, the most accessible type of porn were dirty magazines that he used to hide under his bed so his ma wouldn’t find them. He tried to watch modern day porn after his not so mini sexual re-awakening, but after seeing some of the video titles, decided that porn was a no go for him, so this was sending all of the blood in his head straight to his dick. If it was over dramatized, he couldn’t tell, but his cock didn’t care. 

He felt it twitching in his sweats and he tried to subtly shift so you wouldn’t be able to see the bulge under the covers. Closing his eyes, Bucky tried to will his erection away; however, the scene seemed to never end and his cock got even harder at the thought of what you would look like when you came, how you would moan his name, how you would feel around him. 

He bets that you would look fucking spectacular spread out on this very bed with his cock burried deep inside of you. How your pussy would look swallowing him as he–

“Bucky, are you okay? You’re moving around a lot.” Shit! Bucky knows that he’s been caught. There is nothing he can do to hide the tent in his sweatpants; he curses himself for even wearing pants with so much give to them. 

“Uh…yeah, I’m good. My back’s a little stiff from the bed is all.” With how red his face and chest are, it’s a surprise that there is enough blood going to his dick to have it be as hard as it is.

“Your back? Are you sure? Cause I think I see the problem.” Double Shit!

“Doll, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Your giggle cuts him off.

“Bucky, it’s okay. If you want I can give you a minute to sort,” you glance at his crotch, making it twitch in need, “that out.”

Bucky wishes that the bed could swallow him up whole so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. He’s a grown man for God’s sake and he’s popping wood at the first sign of something sexual!

“Or…” You drag on, “I could help you with that.” Bucky gulps, finding his throat to be drier than a desert.

“Doll, y-you don’t have to.” There’s a spark in your eye that you only have when you’re up to no good, like when you set Steve and Sharron up on a blind date after being sick of the pining between the two of them.

“But I want to, Bucky. Only if you’re okay with it.” His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, but he is so hard, and he trusts you with his body and soul.You know that he’s never done anything; you would be the last person on the planet to make fun of him. 

“O-okay. What do you want me to do, doll?” You close the laptop, effectively ending the movie; Bucky couldn’t give less of a shit what happens to Harry or Sally right now, not when you’re looking at him like he is a full course meal and you're starving.

“Absolutely nothing. I want you to lay right there and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me, hmm?” Pulling the covers back, you settle between his thick thighs, resting your head on one and looking up at him.

“I-I can do that. Yeah.” He shifts so that his back is against the headboard. Bucky isn’t used to just laying back while someone else does the work, has never been like that, but for you he would do just about anything if you asked.

Your hands go to the waistband of his sweats and boxers while you give small kisses to the outline of his cock through both layers. “Good boy,” you whisper on his cock, chuckling when it jerks under your mouth and he whines. Ooh, he’s a vocal one, you think as you look up at his flush face.

Bucky lifts his hips off the bed when you tug at his waistband, and his cock smacks against his clothed stomach, precum leaking onto his shirt. With his cock and balls on display, Bucky fights the urge to close his legs and cover himself up; no woman, or man, had ever seen him like this, but he wants this so bad. He trusts you; if he wants to stop, you’ll stop, but heaven forbid if you stop now.

He’s fucking big, too. You don’t know if you’re going to be able to fit his entire length in your mouth, but you’re sure as hell gonna try! Starting at his thighs, you give wet, open mouth kisses, leaving beautiful bruises on his skin. Whimpering, Bucky tries to get your mouth on his cock; all of your teasing is only making his balls fuller than he thought was possible and more precum ruin his shirt.

“Please, doll. Suck it.” His toned hips leave the bed in chase of your mouth. He can’t count how many times he’s fucked his fist thinking about how the tight heat of your mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Even now, with you kissing up and down his length, tracing his most prominent vein, it’s not enough.

“Shh, big boy, I’m getting there. You’re just so pretty I have to paint you.” His cock bounces from the force of its throbbing and another whine leaves his plump lips.

Eventually, you take pity on him and his begging, and you take the tip in your mouth and give it a harsh suck. “Oh Fuck! Do that again, doll!” He throws his head back, making contact with the headboard with a loud thunk. Hands flying to the sheets, and hips chasing your mouth, Bucky damn near chokes on his own spit.Christ, you’ve barely touched him and he’s about to burst.

Loving his reaction, you grab the base of him and spit on his tip, watching it roll down to where your hand rests, only to use your spit as lube to drag your hand up and down, feeling him pulse and throb in your hand. “Come on, doll. Please! I need more.” 

He was fisting the sheets, not wanting to force your head down, but wanting you to take him down your throat at the same time. Deciding not to torture him anymore, you licked your lips before taking as much length in you mouth as possible.

“GOD, FUCK!” His hips flew up to meet your mouth, making you gag. He was trying his hardest to stay in control and not force your pace, but fuck, he wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. You quickly found a steady pace, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lap at his dick. Salavia coated his entire dick and was leaking down to his balls, making your movements that much easier.“What the fuck! Doll, that feels fucking incredible. More, please. Give me more! Shit! That feels so good!” Such a needy little thing.

There were still a few inches of his dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, so you used one hand to work the remaining length and the other hand to massage his balls. His cock was leaking precum and you could feel his heavy sack tense up in your hand; you knew he was about to cum, even before he did.

Bucky pulled you off his cock. “Doll! I’m gonna cum!” It took you a second to register why he pulled you off when he was about to cum, but you then realized, he didn’t think you wanted to swallow - How wrong he was.

“If you’re gonna cum, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth.” Not waiting for a response, you took his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way to the base, letting him fuck your mouth with the little jerks of his hips. The sounds leaving his mouth were almost akin to sobs, making you clench your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!”  His cum shot out in thick streams and you tried to swallow around his cock, but more and more cum would shoot out. You lapped up every single drop of his cum that you could, some of it dripping down to his balls. When his hips tried to jerk away, you pulled off his cock to lick his balls clean and tuck his softening cock back into his pants.

With a dopey look on his face, Bucky gave you the prettiest smile, having experienced the best orgasm of his overextended life. “I really liked the movie, doll.” He laughed after you giggled. After coming back down to reality, Bucky frowned, “doll, I wanna make you cum, too.”

“Oh, Buck, I didn’t do that because I wanted anything in return,” you repositioned yourself next to him in bed, ignoring the throbbing of your pussy, “I did it because I wanted to make you feel good.”

There’s still a pout on his lips, wanting you to feel good as well. “Another day, Bucky. I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much in one day, okay?” Eventually, he agrees, becoming compliant after getting his soul sucked out of his body.

“Next time, doll, you’re gonna teach me how to make you cum.” God, you love this man.

“Oh, I look forward to it.” This man is going to wreck you and you can’t wait.

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Untouched

18+ Minors dni

Virgin college Bucky x Virgin college reader (Steve’s sister) 

A/N: Wanted to write something with both Bucky and the reader learning together, will probably add another part cause I love them. Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3 

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fluff

Word count: 4.2k hehe sorry 

Also part of this AU: Tongue Twister, Date night, Tipsy 

You trudged down the hall wondering why you brother had sent you an SOS text message, stating it was an immediate emergency at 12:30 AM forcing you out of the deep sleep you were in. You opened his room door, groaning at the ridiculousness that was taking place yet again this month.

Steve and his friends were in the middle of a very important Call of Duty game and given the seriousness, they had to have both hands on the controllers at all time.

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Welcome to my masterlist!

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PALADIN DANSE

Din Djarin

Bucky Barnes

Matt Murdock

Daryl Dixon

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Spitfire; pt. 2

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: it’s TWD so there’s a good bit of traumatizing stuff discussed, wartime atrocities, violence, etc.. And smut buried down at the bottom. Minors DNE

Part 1

**

“If y’coulda done anythin’, what would it’ve been?”

She shrugged and pulled her knees to her chest, rifle barrel-up between her legs. “I actually don’t know. I’ve sorta fallen into everythin’ I’ve ever done.”

“What’dya mean?” He hunkered down, arms across his chest.

“I can’t remember a single choice I have ever made free n’clear. There’s always been somethin’ forcing’ my hand.” She picked at her cuticles. “My grandfather, my father, my aunt, the US Government.” She sighed heavily. “Life has always been ‘point and shoot’. Someone points me and I shoot.”

He nodded vaguely. “That’s why y’don’t like Shane.”

She snorted. “That’s one of the many reasons I don’t like Shane.” She smiled at him. “He’s also a prick. Thinks he’s bigger than he is, better than he is, smarter than he is.” She elbowed him gently. “What would’ve y’done?”

“Probably been a mechanic.” He shrugged.

“That sounds nice.” She hummed.

He scoffed.

“What?”

“We woulda never met, not for all’a this.” He gestured vaguely.

She hummed. “I don’t know ‘bout that.”

He grunted, hands shredding a leaf idly. “How woulda we met? You with your military career. Me, wandering the backwoods of Georgia with Merle.”

She smiled and leaned to press against his arm. “I was stationed in Savannah and I explored a lot in my free time.” She caught his eyes. “I went hunting a lot. Liked to drive to small towns and spend time in the forest. We coulda run into each other.”

He watched her, quiet in his stillness. “And what would’ya have done if we did?”

She smiled. “Honestly?” He nodded. “Fuck ya if you were down for it.”

He blushed. “No y’wouldn’t ‘ve.”

“Hell yeah, I would’ve. Some hot dude carryin’ a crossbow or a deer you just shot?” She whistled. “I woulda jumped y’bones.”

“Y’don’t gotta lie t’me.” He sucked on his teeth.

She pulled back a bit. “Why would I lie?”

“Com’n.” he shifted, putting some space between them. “You wouldn’t ‘ve been interested in some filthy-ass hick.”

“I am, and often was, before this, a ‘filthy-ass hick’.” She huffed a breathless little chuckle.

He shook his head. “You were a captain in the Army, means y’went to college right?”

She hummed in agreement.

“So you had options.” He kept his voice low, maybe on purpose, she didn’t know, but there was intensity that she wasn’t sure was all for her. “You coulda done anything you wanted.”

“No I couldn’t.” She shook her head. “I went to college because that was part of the deal. They needed the time to expunge my record so they sent me to college. At least that’s what they told me.” She made a vague motion. “I think they just didn’t want to wait.”

“For what?”

“For me to make grade and qualify for Ranger School.” She shrugged. “They wanted to get me in the back way, make a big stink only when I made it. If I didn’t make it, there wouldn’t have been egg on their face. They set up everythin’, choice had nothin’ t’do with it.”

“Y’still don’t get it.” He scoffed. “You woulda took one look at me-“

“Daryl, we ain’t that different.” She nodded and caught his shoulder when he tried to turn away. “We are made of the same stuff. Just different flavors of redneck. So yeah, I’d like t’think that you’da had me at hello. I’d like to think that I’d see you for what you are.”

“And what’s that?” He seemed to soften, shifting back so they were pressed together, shoulder to boot.

“A good man. A kindred spirit.” She settled back against his side as he relaxed. “Besides, I woulda taken one look at you, with your arms, your shoulders, your pretty blue eyes…” She grinned, whistling.

He was looking at her mouth. “And?”

It was okay because she was tracing the line of his bicep down his arm with her eyes.

He leaned in closer. “And?”

Her eyes jumped from his arm to his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

He nodded and leaned over her. Their eyes remained locked as she reached up to cradle his face. She smiled and bit her lip.

“You gonna kiss me or nah, Spitfire?”

She pressed an almost chaste kiss to his mouth. It didn’t last long enough, so when she pulled away, Daryl chased her lips with his, pressing her back against the tree behind her.

“That all ya’got?”

She threw her head back and laughed, before pressing him back and crawling over him. He grinned and settled his hands on her hips. She laid over him, elbows coming to rest on either side of his head.

She dipped her head down and caught his lips again, groaning into his mouth when he squeezed her hips.

Smiling, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He lifted a hand and dug his fingers into her hair, loosening her bun and directing her head where he wanted it.

Daryl’s other hand drifted lower and squeezed. She laughed against his mouth and let him guide her hips against his.

His tongue followed hers back into her mouth-

Crack

Daryl sat up in a shot, his hand on her ass keeping her upright.

“Walker?”

He shook his head. “It’s an animal.”

“The deer!”

She turned back to him. He seemed to be withdrawing, some anxiety or another causing him to pull back, so she pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “Next time.”

He watched her for a brief moment and nodded. “I’ma hold ya t’that.”

**

Mitzi rested a hand on Daryl’s shoulder and hopped down behind him, eyeing the group standing in the clearing.

She frowned, trying to figure out why they were just standing there, weapons drawn. She saw the walker at the same time Daryl did. “Fuckin’ piece of shit.”

“Sumova Bitch.” Daryl strode into the clearing, red in the face. “That was m’deer!”

She was more hesitant, catching the apprehension in the way the men, one of whom she didn’t know, were looking at Daryl.

“Daryl…”

“Look at it, Mitz.” Daryl kicked at the walker. “All gnawed on by this disease-bearin’, motherless, poxy bastard.”

Dale sighed. “Calm down, son, that isn’t helping.”

Daryl got in his face. “What do you know ‘bout it, Old Man? Why don’t you take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond?”

Mitzi sighed, arms cradling her rifle to her chest. “Leave him be, D. It’s not his fault.”

He backed up, turning back to the deer. “We’ve been tracking this deer for miles... Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison.” Daryl yanked his bolts from the deer and motioned to the large bite mark in the deer’s neck, staring up at her. “You think we can cut around this chewed part right here?”

“I would not risk that.”

Despite her avid dislike for Shane, Mitzi agreed with him, shaking her head at Daryl before focusing back on the new man in the circle.

Daryl straightened and faced the group around them, suddenly quieting, noticing the odd tension in the air. He caught her eyes, arching his eyebrows and motioning to the new person. He waited for her answering shrug, before turning back to the group.

“That’s a damn shame... Well, I got some squirrel, ‘bout a dozen or so. That’ll have t’do.” Daryl gestured with the bolt for Mitzi to walk ahead.

As they walked past the walker, it snarled, mouthing ineffectually in the direction of her ankles.

She stepped back into Daryl with a soft grunt, who maneuvered her out of the way, a bolt piercing the walker’s brain through the eye not a second later.

“Com’n people. What t’hell? Gotta be the brain.” Daryl tugged the bolt free and wiped it on his work pants. He shared an exasperated look with her and pushed her forward, eyes on the group over her head. “Don’t y’all know nothin’?”

They made their way towards camp, Daryl hollering for Merle. The tension from the clearing followed them into camp.

“Daryl, slow up a minute, I need to talk to you.”

She felt Daryl’s hand on her shoulder and turned as he answered, “‘Bout what?”

“‘Bout Merle. There was a… a problem in Atlanta.”

She hooked her hand around Daryl’s arm. “Shit. What happened?”

Daryl sucked in a breath and straightened his arm, catching her hand as it slid down his arm. “He dead?”

Shane shrugged and she had never wanted more dearly to knock his teeth in. She restrained herself, choosing to squeeze Daryl’s hand instead.

“Not sure.”

Daryl shifted forward, directing her slightly behind him. “He either is or he ain’t.”

The new man stepped forward, hands on his hips like he was used to wearing a gun belt. Another cop.

He sucked in a breath. “There is no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it.”

Daryl turned on him, pushing into his space, letting go of her hand. “Who’re you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

Mitzi’s eyebrows shot into her hairline. She found Lori in the crowd and Carl soon after, the kid the sitting image of the man in front of her. The ring Lori had worn on a chain around her neck ever since Mitzi had met her, was suspiciously gone.

Interesting.

Daryl was getting agitated, pacing like a big cat in a cage. Mitzi stepped around him, putting herself in between Daryl and this new cop. She set her hand on his chest and tried to catch his eyes. “Daryl. D!”

“Rick Grimes?” Daryl mocked, as he set his hand on her forearm, trying to gently push past her. “You got something you want to tell me?”

“Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed on a roof hooked into a piece of metal. He’s still there.”

“The fuck you say?” She turned and Daryl took the opportunity to step around her, continuing to pace. “You left him on a roof?”

Shane pointed at her, stalking towards her. “Stay out of this, Donovan.”

“Fuck outta m’face, Walsh.” She stepped around him, shaking his hand off of her arm. “Don’t touch me.”

“Donovan!”

She ignored him and moved closer to Daryl.

“Hold on. Lemme process this.” He swiped at his face with the back of his hand and made a vague motion at his head. “You handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?”

Rick hung his head. “Yeah.”

Daryl threw the brace of squirrels he had been holding and moved to charge at Rick.

Shane charged Daryl, dropping his shoulder and knocking him off his feet.

When Shane had straightened, standing fully, she landed a punch to his jaw that sent him sprawling again.

Someone caught her around the middle, Dale, she thought, as Shane shot her a dirty look and helped Rick disarm Daryl.

She shook free of Dale and approached Rick and Shane, the latter of which had Daryl on the ground in a chokehold.

Rick was preaching about rational conversations just as Mitzi’s small, freckled fist landed on square on Rick’s 5 o’clock shadow. Shane cussed under his breath as she straightened and turned toward him.

“Let him go now.”

Daryl tried to shake free and Shane held him fast. “Or what?”

“I know you think you’re bad, Shane. Been in a couple fist fights, maybe got some training along the way.” She got in Shane’s face, bending at the waist to look him in the eye. “We aren’t on the same level though, Walsh. You let him go now or I demonstrate that for you and the collected constituents of our fine camp.”

Shane growled and released Daryl, who accepted her offered hand and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet.

Shane pushed into her space. “I’m gettin’ sick of your attitude, Donovan.”

“I’m gettin’ sick of the way you treat a man who’s gone outta his way to feed you.” She cast a look around at the camp. “Fuckin’ world is over and you dumb twats want to keep the Sunday morning judgement going. Fuck the lot’a ya.”

She felt Daryl tug at her shirt and allowed herself to be pulled back. She turned to Rick, who let out a hesitant, awkward chuckle before turning back to Daryl.

“Now do you think you can have a rational discussion?”

The question was half-posed to her, posted up in front of Daryl like a bodyguard, arms crossed over her chest.

She sucked on her teeth. “Don’t know why you feel entitled to rational discussion after you chained his brother to a roof.”

“That’s fair. What I did was not on a whim.” Rick looked Daryl in the eye, before meeting her eyes as well. “Your brother does not work and play well with others.”

T-Dog stepped forward. “Not Rick’s fault...I had the key and I dropped it.”

“You couldn’t pick it up?” Daryl growled, voice breaking.

T-Dog shifted nervously. “I dropped it down a drain.”

Daryl paced a couple feet and threw a fist full of dirt at the ground. “If that was supposed to make me feel better, it don’t.”

T-Dog nodded. “Maybe this will: I chained the door to the roof, so the geeks couldn’t get at him.... with a padlock.”

Rick hesitantly, conciliatory, approached. “Gotta count for something.”

Daryl wiped at his face and motioned to the camp. “T’Hell with all y’all! Just tell me where he is, so’s I can go git him.”

“He’ll show you, isn’t that right?” Lori turned away, disdain clear in her body language.

Mitzi whistled. They are definitely married.

Rick nodded, shying away from his wife’s eyes. “I’m going back.”

Shane huffed and shook his head as Rick walked toward his- Lori’s tent.

She looked up and caught Shane’s very angry eyes. He snarled at her, slapping his hat on his thigh. She arched her eyebrow and he flipped her the bird. She laughed.

A couple minutes later, Rick returned in uniform.

“So that’s it then?” Shane rumbled. “You just gonna walk off? T’ hell with everyone else?”

Rick buttoned his shirt, shaking his head. “I’m not saying t’hell with anybody. Not you Shane, Lori least of all.” He walked away, towards the camper.

“Tell her that.” Shane shot back.

Rick turned to face Shane and sighed. “She knows.”

Shane stalked up the small incline after him. “Well look. I don’t, okay, Rick? So could you just- could you throw me a bone here man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?”

“Hey!” Daryl pointed at Shane with the bolts he was cleaning, before sitting on a milk crate next to her. “Choose your words more carefully.”

Shame dismissed him. “No I did. Douchebag is what I meant.” Shane shot Daryl and Mitzi a dirty look.

Mitzi returned it, drawing a whetstone over her hunting knife. “Remember what I said about the end of my patience, Walsh.”

“Be quiet.” He pointed at her and she pointed right back. Still glaring at her, he turned to Rick. “Merle Dixon.. the guy wouldn’t give you a glass of water if you were dyin’ of thirst.”

“What he would or wouldn’t do, doesn’t interest me.” He leaned into Shane. “I can’t let a man die of thirst- me -thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That’s no way for anythin’ to die, let alone a human being.”

Lori spoke up from where she sat near the adjacent fire. “So you and Daryl? That’s your big plan?”

Glenn sighed. “Oh, come on.”

“You know the way, you’ve been there before.” Rick shifted his feet. “In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It’s not fair if me to ask, I know that. But if feel much better if you came along. I know she would too.”

Mitzi wasn’t so sure about that with the look on Lori’s face.

“That’s just great. Now y’gonna risk three men, huh?”

“Four.” T-Dog drawled.

Daryl scoffed. “My day just gets better and better, don’t it?”

“You see anyone else here stepping up to save your brother’s cracker ass.”

“Why you?”

T-Dog straightened his shoulders. “You wouldn’t even begin to understand. You don’t speak my language.”

“That’s four,” Dale observed.

“I’m goin’.” She stood.

“Now, Donovan…”

“Mind your business, Walsh.” She caught Daryl’s eyes and held them. “I’m goin’.”

“A’ight.” Daryl nodded.

“Ma’am, I don’t know you.” Rick grinned wryly at her. “I know you can handle yourself in a brawl, but this is going to be dangerous. It could get ugl-“

“You ever done an exfil?” She crossed her arms across her chest.

“An exfil?” He frowned and looked over at Shane. “What do you mean an exfil?”

“Exfiltration, otherwise known as an extraction. Infiltrate, eliminate hostiles, remove MVP.” She smiled meanly. “They don’t teach cops that wherever you’re from?”

“Have you done an exfil, Donovan?” Shane’s lip curled. “They teach that in Basic?”

She answered his sarcastic smile with one of her own. “Not Basic, you tool. At Ranger School. Not the coolest name for a Spec Ops school, I’ll grant ya, but it does the trick.”

Glenn parroted, “Spec Ops?”

She nodded. “Special operations, special forces. I’m an Army Ranger. I’ve done literally hundreds of extractions. If Glenn can get me in, I can get us and Merle out. So kindly put your dicks away, boys, I win this pissin’ match.”

“You’re a Ranger?” Shane set his jaw. “Do they even let women in Spec Ops?”

“They let her.” Daryl rasped. “Recruited her special for it an’ everythin’.”

She reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

Rick seemed a little shell-shocked. “Why?”

“I’m going to assume you’re not being an asshole on purpose, Rick-“

“Thank you?”

She barked out a laugh. “The likelihood of you meeting someone who’s a better shot than me was laughable before the end of the world. Now?” She whistled.

It seemed to dawn on Rick at the same time Shane realized just who he had been fucking with this whole time.

Rick set his hand on her shoulder. “You’re a sniper?”

She grinned and confirmed. “I’m a sniper. A damn good one. I hold the current record in the Army for longest kill shot.”

“How far?”

She smiled at T-Dog. “3400 meters. Give or take. The presentation I was coming up to Atlanta for would’ve broken the worldwide record if I had made it- 3700 meters. I’ve been practicing for months.”

Awe lit up Glenn’s face, like a kid at Christmas, and T-Dog suddenly looked hopeful, less resigned to dying.

That is, until Glenn turned to him with a huge smile. “You owe me fifty bucks!”

T-Dog shook his head. “You said ‘special agent’. She’s Spec Ops. That’s different.”

“Closer than you!” Glenn grinned and turned to Mitzi, pointing at T-Dog with his thumb. “He thought you were a taxidermist.”

“A taxidermist?” She tilted her head in confusion. “No one told y’all that I was military?” Both men shook their heads and she cast a look at Shane, who was looking down at his boots. “How interesting.”

T-Dog stepped forward. “Didn’t mean nothing’ by it.”

She waved him off, chuckling. “T, that is the least offensive guess I have heard thus far.”

He nodded, relaxing. “Sorry about Merle.”

She nodded, catching Daryl’s eyes. “Shit happens. Let’s go get him.”

**

“When we get there, I’ll take point.”

Rick puffed up, preparing to argue. “Mi-“

She shook her head, checking the railroad ahead of them through her scope. “I’ll take point, Daryl will have my shoulder. We have quieter weapons.” She turned back to Rick. “We’ll clear the ground floor, room-by-room until we get to the stairs. On the off-chance we miss one or one comes up behind us, you’ll have our backs. Try to avoid firing that Python, Sheriff. It’s too loud.”

Rick sighed, nodding. “Okay. Then what?”

She turned to Glenn and T-Dog. “If we enter the building where you want us to, is it a straight-shot to the stairs?”

“No.” Glenn shook his head. “No, we have to go through the department store, the stairs are on the other side of the elevator.”

She made a face. “Directly behind?”

“More or less. There’s a small hallway.”

“How many doors?”

“Three, I think.” He looked up, counting in his head. “Yeah, two bathrooms and a utility closet.”

“The doors on the bathrooms, they push open or do they latch shut?” He shrugged and she nodded. “No problem, we ha-“ she paused and lifted her rifle, aiming over T-Dog’s shoulder. Looking down the scope, she whispered, “Stay still, T.”

There was a thud and she turned back to them, lowering her rifle.

T-Dog looked over his shoulder at the walker ten yards away. Shakily, he turned back. “Thanks.”

She ignored the slack-jaw looks. “We have a major blind spot, but that’s okay. We’ll clear the department store and pick a side around the elevators. If the bathroom doors are open or they don’t latch, we’ll deal with it then.”

Daryl nodded. “Not like geeks are all that smart.”

She smiled. “Definitely easier than armed hostiles.” She turned back to Glenn and T-Dog. “What are the stairs like?”

Glenn looked confused and Rick supplied, “concrete?”

She chuckled. “Are they open to the basement?”

“And a sub-basement, too.” T-Dog nodded.

“Okay, then. When we get there, I’m gonna cover the basement. Daryl will lead you up the stairs. We’ll go flight-by-flight. It’ll be slower but we won’t have any surprises.”

Glenn just stared. “I wanna be you when I’m older.”

She grinned and opened the bolt on her rifle. She slid in a couple rounds and cocked the rifle. “A’ight. Let’s go.”

**

“You’re not doing this alone.” There was a note of authority in Rick’s voice that was already driving her up the wall, but he was right.

Daryl huffed and interjected from somewhere over her head. “Even I think it’s a bad idea and I don’t even like you much.”

Mitzi studied the crude, sharpie drawing. Sucking on her teeth, she shook her head. “I’m still not-”

Glenn cut her off, irritated. “It’s a good plan, okay, if you just hear me out.” He looked up at Rick and sighed, squatting over the drawing. “If we go out there in a group, we’re slow, drawing attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast. Look.” He focused down at the map, setting a binder clip and a balled-up sticky note on one of the ‘streets’. “That’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That’s the bag of guns. Here’s the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where me and Daryl will go.”

“Why me?”

Glenn nodded. “Your crossbow is quieter than his gun.” Daryl quieted, nodding, and Glenn moved back over his map, placing a blue post-it flag dispenser in the alleyway. “While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag.”

Rick seemed slightly appeased. “You got us elsewhere?”

“You and T-Dog, right.” Glenn placed a pink rubber eraser in another connecting alley. “You’ll be in this alley here.”

“Two blocks away? Why?”

“I may not be able to come back the same way, walkers may cut me off. If that happens, I won’t go back to Daryl. I’ll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. At the same time, Mitzi can pick off walkers that get too close with her rifle.” He placed a paperclip in the same alley as Daryl’s blue post-its “There’s a fire escape up to a small balcony that runs almost all the way around the building next to this one, Mitzi will go there and watch my back. Afterwards we’ll all meet back here.”

“Hey kid.” They all swiveled to look at Daryl. “What did you do before all of this?”

“Delivered pizzas. Why?”

Mitzi hummed and regarded the kid with an assessing eye. “You’dve made a hell of a strategist. Better planned than half the missions I went on.”

Rick smiled. “You recruitin’ right now, Mitzi?”

Mitzi grinned. “Wanted to be like me, kid? I can put ya through the paces, make a soldier outta you.”

Glenn rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Maybe another day.”

**

“We can still go with my plan.” Mitzi checked the bolt on her rifle and then slid her handgun out to check the clip. “Wait a bit longer and I can just sneak on in-“

Rick shot her a look. “I’m not sending you in alone. Stop.”

She grinned. “I can take Daryl with me?”

“Mitzi, no.”

She made a face and mouthed, “Mitzi, yes.”

Daryl grinned and gripped her knee. “Simmer down.”

Miguel scoffed. “What are you going to be able to do all by yourself, GI Jane?”

She laughed and leaned forward. “You should ask your friend… Jorge, was it? I’m a damn good shot. I didn’t miss. He’s alive because I didn’t want him dead. You should remember that.”

He recoiled.

Thirty seconds later, they assembled in the courtyard.

“That’s the bitch that shot me!”

Mitzi nodded. “I sure the fuck am! I don’t like it when people beat on my friends...”

Jorge snarled, pointing a gun at her. Only to have Guillermo push him back.

Guillermo approached Rick, eyeing the guns then giving Mitzi a quick one-over. “I see my guns, but they’re not all in the bag.”

“That’s because they aren’t yours.” Rick shifted slightly. “I thought I mentioned that.”

Felipe moved closer to Guillermo’s ear. “Let’s just shoot these asshole’s right now, ese. Unload on their asses, ese.”

Jorge took a couple steps forward. “I get the bitch first.”

Daryl leveled his rifle at Jorge as Guillermo waved them off. “I don’t think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.”

“No. I’m pretty clear.” Rick cut the cord around Miguel’s wrists and pushed him lightly forward. “You have your man. I want mine.”

Guillermo set his jaw and stalked forward. “I’m gonna chop up your boy..feed him to my dogs. Three of the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. Picked ‘em up from Satan at a yard sale. I told you how it has to be! Are you woefully deaf?”

Mitzi frowned, something itching at her intuition.

Rick settled his rifle against his shoulder. “My hearing’s fine. You said come locked and loaded.” They all followed Rick’s lead, clicking their weapons. “Okay, then we’re here.”

Guillermo backed up, his men raising weapons simultaneously.

Mitzi sucked her teeth. Something was definitely not right.

There was a shuffling from the back of the crowd of Vatos. “Felipe? Felipe?” called a frail, reedy voice as an elderly woman emerged from behind Guillermo.

With his gun still raised, Felipe half-turned to regard the woman. “Abuela, go back with the others - now.”

“Git that old lady out of the line of fire!”

Guillermo turned to regard the woman as well. “Abuela, listen to your m’hijo. This is not the place for you right now.”

She didn’t listen, instead addressing Felipe. “Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff... Carlito can’t find it. He needs his medicine.”

She stepped forward, nose of her rifle dropping. “Asthma stuff?” She whispered, then louder. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

Guillermo shot her an anxious look but ignored her. “Felipe, go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you.”

Felipe led the woman away, speaking to her soothingly in Spanish.

Daryl caught her eye. “What?”

She nodded at the vatos. “This is all just ball-bustin’. Half of these idiots can’t even aim at us properly from where they’re standing.”

Rick turned towards her. “What?”

She lowered her gun, keeping her voice low. “This is all bullshit. Intimidation.”

Rick’s jaw worked noiselessly, mind putting pieces together like hers.

“Who are these men?”

Felipe’s grandmother had noticed them, stopping their conversation short.

Rick lowered his weapon and she took a couple steps forward. “Ma’am.”

She caught sight of Rick’s uniform and twisted her hands, distressed. “Don’t you take him! Felipe’s a good boy. He had his trouble, but he pulled himself together. We need him here.”

“Ma’am, I’m not here to arrest your grandson.”

“Then what do you want him for?”

Rick met her eyes and she huffed. “They ain’t gonna kill us. Would’ve already done it. Somethin’ ain’t lining’ up.”

He nodded at her, turned back and stuttered. “He’s... helping us find a missing person... Fella named Glenn?”

“The Asian boy?” She smiled. “He is with Mr. Gilbert...Come. Come, I'll show you.” She began to lead them into the crowd. “He needs his medicine.”

Sensing defeat, Guillermo grit his teeth. “Let them pass.”

Daryl fell into step behind her, Jorge glaring at them as they passed. Daryl glared back, his hand landing lightly on her lower back as he guided her forward.

The woman led them into a nursing home, past a number of individual rooms complete with old people and into a large main room where a small group was watching Felipe administer an inhaler. There in the middle of the group was Glenn, unharmed but anxiously staring at the man.

Rick marched straight up to him. “What is this?”

Glenn looked at him then turned back toward the man in the wheelchair struggling for his next breath. “Asthma attack. Couldn’t catch his breath all of a sudden.”

T-Dog clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “We thought you were being eaten by dogs, man!”

Glenn arched an eyebrow and they all turned towards the corner of the room, where three Chihuahuas sat on a pink and leopard print dog bed.

Mitzi sucked on her teeth. “The fuc’-“ A little, old lady caught her eye and Mitzi winced. “The fricken gall.”

**

She wiped her face with an old shop rag and hung her head.

“I say we put a pick-ax in his head and the dead girl’s and be done with it.” Daryl stood behind her, his knee pressing against her back as she sat back against him.

She opened her mouth, trying to breath through her mouth and not her nose, the smell of burning rot- human rot -thick in her throat.

Shane shook his head. “Is that what you’d want for you?”

Daryl’s hand landed heavily on her head, as if he was trying to silently check on her. Without hesitation, he answered. “Yeah and I’d thank you while you did it.”

Dale sighed heavily. “I hate to say it, I never thought I would, but maybe Daryl’s right”

Rick stepped forward. “Jim is not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog...” Dale tried to cut in and Rick spoke over him, “He’s a sick, sick man. If we start down that road, where do we draw the line?”

Daryl squared his shoulders. “Line’s pretty clear: Zero tolerance for walkers or them to be.”

Mitzi shook her head. “We’d have to watch Jim night and day. Whoever watches him would have to be on- no dozing off, no bathroom breaks. There’s no way to quarantine him safely.” She shrugged weakly, head still swimming. “I hate it but, there’s only so many options.”

Rick cut in. “What if we can get him help? I heard that the CDC is working on a cure.”

“‘Working on’ and ‘has’ are two very different realities.” The breeze blew over them and she felt bile in her throat.

Shane shook his head. “I heard that too.. heard a lotta things before the world went to hell.”

“What if the CDC is still up and running?”

“That is a stretch right there.”

She leaned over, her eyes screwed shut, shop rag pressed over her face. She felt Daryl’s hand on the back of her neck.

“Mitzi? You okay?” It was Carol.

She waved her off with her free hand.

Shane sucked his teeth. “You are being uncharacteristically subdued.” He grinned. “Kinda nice.”

She caught Daryl, before he could step forward, hand on his thigh. She breathed deep one more time and dropped the hand holding her shop rag to her face.

“Fuck you, Shane Walsh.”

He laughed. “There she is! Done being dramatic?”

Rick frowned hard at Shane and Lori shoved to her feet. “Shane!”

He made a face, shrugging. “Big, tough Spec Ops sniper? Fuck outta here.”

“You smell this before?”

Everyone turned to Mitzi, who had set the rag down on the cooler next to her thigh and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Shane shrugged. “No.”

“I have, a couple times, before all’a this.” She looked up. “Last time was a year ago, in this tiny little mountain village in Afghanistan. We had holed in this village a number of times. It was a farming community, vibrant and generous. The people were nice. The kids use’ta bring me little trinkets, cool rocks, wind-polished desert glass.”

She paused and dug her keys out of her pocket, holding up a smooth, green, translucent piece of glass on a keychain. Daryl pressed tighter against her back.

“The last time we were there, insurgents had wiped the place off the map. Piled all the townsfolk in the center of the town; men, women, children… and set their bodies on fire.” She looked up at Shane. “Denying them a proper Muslim burial because they had colluded with the US Army. Because they colluded with me. So yeah, I’m feeling a little subdued, present circumstances considered.”

He shrunk back. Everyone was quiet for a solid five minutes.

Rick placed his hands on his hips and sighed. “If there’s any government left, any structure at all, they’d protect the CDC at all costs, wouldn’t they? I think it’s our best shot. Shelter, protection, rescue...”

Shane huffed in frustration. “Look, Rick, we all want those things. I do too. If they exist, they’re at the army base at Fort Benning.”

Mitzi shook her head. “Fort Benning is not going to prioritize civilian lives. If they are still operational, their mission is reestablishing authority and control. They’ll stick us in a camp, off-base, with limited supplies and security, and we’ll have to trust that they have checked every civilian. That no one is bit.”

“You sure that’s not just because you don’t want to go back to work?”

She sighed, reaching in her pocket for her brass knuckles. She slipped them on and launched at Shane.

Rick and Daryl must have been expecting it, because before she could take a step, Daryl had popped her off the ground, Rick using his upper body and arms to press her back into Daryl.

“Mitzi, breathe.”

“He fuckin’ has it comin’.”

Rick caught her eyes and held them. “Breathe.”

Daryl pressed his face into her neck and whispered. “Com’n, Spitfire. Calm down. We’ll get ‘em another time, right? Breathe, baby.”

She breathed deep.

“M’Fine. Fuckin’ put me down.”

Rick nodded and they directed her back onto her cooler.

**

She leaned up against the door of the office she would be sleeping in. Catching his hand, she pulled him over, waiting for the others to move past them. “Want to conserve water with me?”

He blushed and knocked his forehead against hers. “Conserve water?”

She nodded. “Jenner said to take it easy on the hot water.”

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You’re drunk.”

She shrugged and fisted a hand in his shirt, pulling him into the room behind her. “Tipsy, more like, but if you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have t’do anythin’ but shower.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Don’t chicken out on me now.” He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head.

Her shirt hit the ground shortly after his and she hooked her finger over his belt buckle, drawing him into the bathroom behind her.

He briefly pressed his face to her very functional bra and teased his teeth over the swell of her breast.

Smiling, she directed his face back to hers and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently. He groaned, reaching down and grabbing at her ass and lifting her onto the sink.

He paused to squeeze one more time before leaning over and turning the hot water on in the shower.

He turned back to her and paused, watching her. She ran her hands down his chest, running her fingers over the old faint scars that littered his torso.

“You’re pretty like this.” He didn’t give her time to respond but leaned over and caught her lips with his, slipping his tongue into her mouth with a gravelly moan.

She returned it, drawing him between her legs, cradling his face between her hands. He pulled away, moving instead to press wet kisses to her neck and shoulders.

She moaned and moved her hand to squeeze and grip at his arms and shoulders.

He stopped, pulling back a bit.

“What's wrong?” She rubbed her hands through his hair and jumped a little when his thumb pressed into her shoulder, just shy of the ball of the joint.

“You got shot.”

She nodded. “Lucky shot, just outside my Kevlar.” She lifted her opposite arm and motioned to her bicep, where another scar marred the yellow rose tattooed there. “Same guy got me there too. Pissed me off. That tattoo was only a month old. Never did get it touched up.”

He pressed his lips to her shoulder and then her bicep, before leaning up to catch her lips again.

She grinned as he pulled away and patted her thigh. “Got one here too and that one almost killed me.”

Chuckling, he reached for her belt and opened it. “Best git these jeans off too.”

She pressed a kiss to his mouth and reached up to open the closure on her bra. He groaned as she shrugged off the garment and pressed their chests together.

Wrapping an arm around her, lips still locked to hers, he supported her and she shimmied down her pants and underwear.

She hummed as he stepped away again and leaned to press a kiss to the round scar in the top of her right thigh, eyes locked on hers.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” she blurted out in a rush, before reaching for his belt and opening his fly.

He grinned and popped her off the sink. “Git in the shower, baby.”

She did, casting a look at him as she stepped under the water.

He stepped free of his pants and underwear and followed her in. He caged her up against the glass, shielding her from the water and wrapping an arm around her.

His free hand found her nipple and worried it between two fingers. She arched hard against her and teased her teeth over the arch of his jaw. Moaning, his hips stuttered against hers before beginning to roll in earnest rhythm.

She slipped her hands around his side and dug her fingers into the muscles of his upper back, pressing flat against him.

She paused when she encountered raised scar tissue. He flinched away and she kissed over his sternum, dropping her hands to the small of his back. “You don't gotta tell me anythin’.”

He caught her eyes and held them, nodding and leaning in to resume the kiss. A breath later, he pulled away. “You still want this?”

She nodded. “Hell yeah.”

He favored her with a small smile and grabbed her hand from his hair. Touching his forehead to hers, he guided her hand down. “Show me what y’ like.”

She moaned and caught his hand in her much smaller one. “Your hands, not mine.”

He kissed her, carding his fingers through the hair he found there. “Why?”

“Bigger.” She moaned into his mouth as he slid his index finger lower, calloused finger tip rubbing lightly over her clit.

Lips still attached to hers, he slid his finger deeper yet, finding what he was looking for and slipping the tip of his finger inside of her.

She moaned again, lips moving against his, sloppy and out of rhythm as he petted at her with barely there touches.

“Stop teasin’.”

He pressed a smile to her lips. “Who’s teasin’?” He sunk two fingers into her in one motion, swallowing her high moan.

They spent the next few minutes locked together, his fingers wringing moans unchecked from her.

She teased her fingers over the head of his cock and dug the fingers of her opposite hand into the meat of his hip. “D, please.”

He grunted and removed his hand from between her thighs, swallowing her protest with his mouth. He hooked his hands around her thighs and lifted her against the cool, wet glass.

He kissed her as he balanced her weight and smoothed his thumb over her clit.

She hissed as he guided his cock into her. He chuckled, mouthing at her jaw. “Make a man feel good, reactin’ like that.”

She laughed, breathy and distracted. “Make a woman feel good with a cock like that.”

He blushed and ground his hips into hers, partially in retribution.

She caught his eyes, pressing her forehead to his. “How you can blush with your dick inside me…”

He shot her as baleful a look as he could in such a circumstance. “You always sayin’ wild shit.”

She dug both hands into his hair and kissed him, full and deep, before pulling away and whispering against his lips. “I like it when you blush.”

He grunted and hooked her legs over his arms. He took advantage of the new position to snap his hips against hers.

She moaned out a shaky, “fuck!”

“Not blushin’ now.”

She smiled and bit her lip. He watched her face as she moaned, smiling against her mouth as the heat and humidity built.

“Touch y’self.”

Her eyes opened, half-lidded and dark and she hummed like she hadn’t heard him.

“Touch yourself. Com’n baby, help me get ya’there.”

He groaned as she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth and then hissed when he felt them against the base of his cock. She panted, fingers working furtively at her clit.

“Daryl-“

“I know, Spitfire. You’re squeezing’ me. I gotcha.”

He followed her a handful of thrusts later, lips sealed to hers, each swallowing the other’s pleasure.

Part 3

[lonewolf471]

Spitfire

Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one. DarylxOC

Warnings: canon typical gore and violence.

**

“I said stay there, jackass.”

“Now, sugartits…” the man grinned- leered- and sauntered forward. “Can I call you sugartits?”

She sighed and stood from her camp chair, pushing a mass of curly, red hair out of her face. “I said: stay there. This is your last warning.”

“What’re you gonna do… all by yourself?” He sucked on his lip.

“Kill you.” She nodded at the younger man behind him. “And pretty boy, if he has anything to say after.”

The older man laughed. “Baby, my brother and I are twice your size and there’s two of us-“

“Merle, stop.” It was the younger one, his crossbow aimed at her head, eyes on her face through the scope.

“Yeah, Merle… wouldn’t want to get in over your head.”

“Really?” He laughed. “The tough chick bullshit is probably what got ya this far, but you gonna need some help if you want to survive.”

“And I bet you’re just the man to render that help…” She smiled, keeping her posture loose and light.

“Yeah, baby, we can take care of you.” Merle rubbed his hands together, stalking closer. “Gotta be tit for tat, though… emphasis on the tit.”

“Merle.” Daryl hadn’t relaxed, still tense, hands on his crossbow.

“Shut up, Daryl.” Merle chucked. “You let me handle this.”

“You ain’t handling nothing, dickhead.” She batted her eyes at him. “I will kill you if you get any closer.”

“With what, darlin’?”

“With my hands.”

He barked out a laugh and stepped forward, within arms reach. “Well, in that case…” He reached out for her and she stepped back and popped him in the face with a quick right hook.

Merle pulled back in shock and gaped at her. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he reached for her again, saying, “That was real cute.”

She caught his arm and slapped him across the face with the back of her forearm.

Merle backed off, holding his hands up. “Alright… you tougher than you look.”

She pulled her knuckle-dusters from her pocket and slipped them on her hand in one fluid motion. She lunged forward and popped him in the cheekbone.

He fell back and she followed him down, landing two more heavy hammer fists before she felt the sharp point of an arrow against her temple.

She lifted her hands. “I warned him.”

“Only reason you don’t got a bolt in your head. Back off.”

She risked a peek at him and stood slowly, Merle spluttering underneath her.

The brother, Daryl, kept an eye on her as he hauled his brother up.

“You bitch!” He spat to the side and wiped at his face. He grinned. “Not gonna lie, that’s kinda sexy.”

Daryl shook his head, muttering something about “dumb assholes”.

“You like getting beaten up on by women?” She laughed in a sharp crack, tension suddenly drained out of space. “I used to know someone who could help you with that.”

“That what you used to do, baby?” Merle licked his split lip. “Turn trick?”

She shook her head, smiling. “I meant a therapist, you fuckin’ tool.”

“You were a therapist?”

She could feel them eyeing her tattooed arms. The implicit judgment irked her. She wasn’t the picture of mental health but that didn’t mean she was dirty or unworthy. “No, I went to a therapist.”

“Why?” It was the younger one this time.

“None of your damn business.” She arched an eyebrow. “Why are you still here anyways?”

“Why leave?” Merle shrugged and sat his ass on a stump near to her fire. He cast a look around at her camp, eyeing her tent and truck.

She chuckled and nabbed a shop rag from her tool kit, wiping his blood off the knuckle dusters and slipping them back in her pocket. “Because I ain’t giving you shit and we both know now that neither of you are gonna take it. So I don’t really know why you’re still here.”

“Could take it while you’re asleep.” Daryl this time, but even he didn’t seem convinced.

She shrugged, nodding vaguely. “You could try, I guess.” She sat in her chair. “Do what you gotta.”

They were collectively silent for a while, Merle sat on the stump wiping at his face with the bottom of his shirt, Daryl pacing, switching from watching her to taking in his surroundings.

He seemed to come to a decision and sat on the ground near his brother. He briefly checked on Merle and turned piercing, pretty blue eyes on her. “Where you from?”

“Johnson City, Texas.” She eyed him. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Just don’t sound like you from ‘round here, ‘sall.”

She made a face, nodding vaguely in agreement. “Fair. Where you two from?”

“Mountain City.”

“Georgia?”

Merle nodded.

She hummed and reached for a pack of cigarettes sitting on a little camp table. She lit a cigarette and, after a beat, tossed it and the lighter to Daryl and Merle.

“What’s your name, baby?”

“Mitzi.”

“Mitzi?”

She nodded.

“What the hell kinda name is that?”

She chuckled. “The one I got.”

**

“Officer Shane Walsh.” The burly man stuck his hand out and the pret- redheaded woman, who had reluctantly let them stay in her camp, looked unimpressed, arms littered with bold color crossed over her chest. Shane stared the much smaller woman down. She stared right back.

Daryl had to hand it to her, she was small by any standard. A near-foot shorter than the man in front of her and nowhere near as broad. She met Shane’s eyes unflinchingly, posture straight and take-no-shit. She was a tough one.

“Mitzi.” She didn’t take his hand.

Shane seemed to be waiting for something and kind of huffed, setting his hand on his hip. “Mitzi?”

She nodded and was silent for an unreasonably long time.

“You got a last name?”

“You got a warrant?” She huffed right back. Daryl buried a chuckle.

Shane gritted his teeth. “Do I need one?”

“Do you have authority to have one?” She made an exaggerated show of looking around. “Looky there, no judge in sight.”

“Look, I’m not trying to start a fight.” Shane held his hand up. “I’m just-“

“Pissing on territory that’s not yours. Conveniently, it’s not mine either. Set your sh-“ she eyed the kid standing behind him. “Your stuff wherever. I don’t care, but just know that the more of us that are here, the more danger we are in.”

The reminder of the state of things seemed to rattle the small family. The woman behind him took a shaky breath.

Mitzi sighed. “My name is Mitzi Donovan.”

“This is Carl and Lori.”

Daryl noticed that he didn’t include the kid or his mom’s last name. He noticed that she noticed too, one red eyebrow arched almost into her hairline.

“Who are they?” Shane nodded dismissively at them and Daryl sucked on his tongue.

She swiveled to look and caught his eye. She grinned and winked. He huffed and turned away.

“Those are the Dixon brothers.”

“They’re your family?”

“Nope. Feels like I’ve known them forever though.” She turned back to Shane.

“Baby, we can be family anytime you like.” Merle wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She huffed out a laugh. “Shut up, Merle.”

“Feels like?”

She turned back to Shane. “Maybe it’s the trauma.”

“The trauma?”

“It’s the end of the end of the world.” She motioned vaguely at the sky. “You know? This.”

The lady, taller and leaner than Mitzi, leaned forward, whispering. “How long have you known them?”

“Longer than you.”

Shane huffed. “Can we get a straight answer?”

She frowned. “That is a straight answer. I may not have know them long but I know them better than I know you. I find the insinuation that you are somehow better than them-“

The woman stepped forward. “I didn’t say we were better… just, they seem dangerous.”

“I hate to tell ya this, but we are all dangerous now. Either now or later.” She turned and walked towards where Daryl was sitting. “Gotta be now to prevent being later.”

“What about you?” Shane shouted after her. “Are you dangerous?”

She grinned and looked back at him but Merle spoke over her. “She’s the most dangerous of us all, Officer Friendly.”

Daryl chuckled. “She’s gotta helluva right hook.”

“Shut th’hell up, little brother.”

**

“That legal?”

“Nope! Made it myself.” She grinned -rather sarcastically- back at Shane and pulled her hunting rifle and a homemade silencer from her gun locker. She screwed it on and passed it over the side wall of the bed of her truck to Daryl, noticing that Shane tried to grab at it.

Daryl whistled lowly. “Nice piece.”

She smiled and nodded. “I machined a lot of that gun. It’s a favorite of mine.”

“You machined it?” Daryl opened the bolt and it closed with a satisfying click.

“Yeah, one of my buddies had the full shebang in his workshop. Taught me how. It was fun.”

“Do you think you can do it again?” Shane nodded at the gun.

She winced. “I’m no expert and none of that machinery is going to be readily available or viable without power. I can definitely maintain any weaponry we have, but making a new gun is a bit out of my scope.”

“What’s that?”

She looked over at the kid, standing next to Shane at her tailgate. She hummed and he pointed at the frankly giant army green gun locker at her feet.

She sighed. “That’s a really big gun.” She wrinkled her nose. “Too big for this-“

“Woo-hee, Lil’ Bit. Where’d you get that?” Merle leaned his forearms against her truck. “That’s Army-issued.”

“Did you steal it?” Shane grunted, sending Carl away.

She tensed. “Get the fuck off my truck, Merle.”

“Did you steal it?”

“I heard you the first time, fuckwit.” She gritted out. “I didn’t steal it. It’s mine.”

“You were in the Army, dollface?” Merle licked his lips.

“I am in the Army. I was heading to Atlanta for a presentation. I’m technically on leave.” She turned away and locked down the gun case and hopped over the side.

Shane set his hands on his hips. “So you’re a deserter then?”

She sighed. “I don’t know, Officer Walsh, are you?”

“What?” He snarled, stalking toward her.

She met him head on, Daryl grabbing at her arm. She shook him off. “I said, ‘Officer Walsh, are you a deserter?’ You left your post, didn’t you? Got Lori and Carl out. Are you a deserter?”

He shrunk back, hands in the air and she felt Daryl’s chest against her arm.

She sighed. “One day, Shane, one day, you are going to meet the business end of my patience. You are going to judge wrongly and I am going to hand you your ass.”

“Is that a threat?”

She had turned away, hand on Daryl’s shoulder, pushing him gently back. She caught Shane’s eyes and held them. “It’s an eventuality, if you don’t watch your fuckin’ mouth and step down off of your high horse.”

**

“More people.”

She nodded.

“More noise.”

She sighed. “Can’t leave them out there though. They’d never survive, make more dead.”

Daryl nodded. “Still dangerous.”

She focused down at the hunting rifle she was cleaning. “Gonna need more food.”

Daryl made a noise in the back of his throat and she looked up, catching his eyes with her pretty green ones. “Hmm?”

“More food means more hunting.” He granted her a soft smile.

She smiled back. “Silver lining.”

“You two fuck yet?” Merle slurred from where he was slumped in her camp chair. “I’m here waiting my turn and ‘ll.”

“You don’t get a turn, Merle.” She disassembled her rifle, Daryl cussed under his breath. She caught his eyes and winked.

“So y’have fucked, then.”

“If it gets you off, you are welcome to imagine whatever you want.”

He leered. “I do, darlin’, trust and believe.”

Daryl tensed, his jaw tightening visibly. She knocked his elbow and made a face at Merle. “Kinda weird though…”

He didn’t open his eyes, head back on the chair. “Wha?”

“To imagine all that with your brother… just sayin’.”

Merle went red but shrugged, ignoring her. “Girls always liked Daryl more. Never did know why.”

“Maybe some introspection can help you figure it out.” She grinned at Daryl, who was still glaring at Merle. “Gotta be a reason.”

Merle peeked at her from under the hand he held over his eyes. “What reason’s that?”

“Don’t know.” She grinned. “That’s why I said to do some introspection.”

He grunted. “Introspection is for pussies.”

She laughed. “I think you just stumbled into one of probably many reasons why girls liked Daryl more.”

“Fuck you.” The statement lacked heat though, his head still dropped back against the chair.

She made a little moue and cooed. “You wish.”

“You’re Mitzi, right?”

She jumped and turned to the burly man approaching them, her shoulder brushing Daryl’s chest. “Yeah?”

“I was told to come get a gun from you.” The man crossed his arms, cocky and impatient. Mitzi bristled, hackles rising.

“Told by who?”

“The cop.”

She sucked on her teeth. “Then you go ask Shane for a gun. I ain’t putting a weapon in the hand of someone I don’t know.”

The man grunted and leaned into her space. “Go get me a gun.”

She shoved to her feet and pressed back into his space. The man backed up, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting her to meet him head-on. “I said ‘no’.”

“Shane said ‘yes.’”

“Shane ain’t my dad or my boss.” She made a dismissive motion. “Now git. Go ask Shane for a gun if you want one.”

He ignored her, turning to Merle. “This your bitch? You should fuckin’ muzzle her before I do.”

“Excuse me?” She stepped forward, stilling when Daryl grabbed for her arm.

“She ain’t mine and take it from someone with first-hand experience,” Merle whistled, “that is not the tree to climb. She is gonna hand you your entire ass.” He cackled. “Right after she rips you a new asshole.”

The man turned to Daryl, who was trying to shimmy Mitzi behind him. Daryl kept his hand on Mitzi’s hip and nodded at the man. “You need t’back off.”

“You’re protecting this mouthy bitch?” The man spat to the side. “She must have beer-flavored nipples.”

“Daryl, move.”

Daryl glanced down at her and the over at where Shane and a woman he had never seen before were booking it up the small incline towards what had been dubbed the Redneck Camp.

Daryl had significantly better hearing than they gave him credit for.

“No.”

“Daryl.”

“Shane’s on his way up here. You gonna start something loud.”

Her eyes snapped from staring down the man to his eyes. After a beat, she nodded and he felt her hand twisting in the fabric of his shirt in the small of his back.

“Finally someone with some balls.” The man smiled. “You oughta keep this bitch on a leash.”

Daryl chuckled. “You oughta know when to shut the hell up.” He stepped aside.

Mitzi shot from behind him like out of a gun. In the space of thirty seconds, she had popped him twice in the face and had him on the ground, her boot on his neck.

“Ed!”

“Donovan! Back off!”

“I’ll back off when I’m done with him.”

Daryl pushed Shane back. “Y’should stay back. He deserves this.”

Mitzi spat to the side. “I may be smaller than you, Ed. But make no mistake, you are boxing outside of your weight class. You ever speak to me, or about me, like that again, I will split your head open. Do you understand me?”

“F-Fuck-“

She put more pressure on his throat. “No more talking. Nod to show we’re clear.”

He nodded and she stepped off of him and turned on Shane. “Now you.”

Shame nodded aggressively. “Yeah? What you want?”

She made towards him but Daryl caught her around the waist and pulled her against his chest.

“I do not answer to you.” She stepped free of Daryl, who kept a hand on her shoulder. “Do not send people to me -especially people like this dogshit lump of humanity- like I’m some fuckin’ armory.”

“People need to be armed.” Shane tried to press forward but Lori grabbed his arm.

“I will not put a gun in the hand of someone I don’t know. That’s fuckin’ stupid. That’s how people die.” She spat out. “We don't need hall-cocked assholes getting drunk and popping off shots for fun. That’ll bring them.”

“He’s not drunk.”

“He was last night.” She laughed. “You miss that, Officer Walsh? You can smell it on him.” Shane colored. “And let’s not play games with each other. We both know that’s not what this is about.”

“What’s it about then?”

“You bein’ the boss. You callin’ the shots.” She huffed, gesticulating sarcastically. “You want that? Feel free to it. I ain’t no one’s boss, but you sure ain’t commanding me no ways. And as long as you remember that, it’ll be okay.”

Shane snarled, pushing closer, near nose-to-nose with her. “And if I don't?”

“You will.”

“Are you threatening me again?”

“Does it sound like I’m threatening you?”

Lori whisper-screamed his name and Daryl squeezed Mitzi’s shoulder. She looked at Daryl, ground her teeth and turned away, stalking toward her hunting rifle. She picked it up and reassembled it with quick, precise movements.

She paused and turned, Daryl could hear the collective intake of breath.

“Dixon! We goin’ huntin’ or nah?”

Daryl shook his head. “Yeah, Spitfire. We huntin’. Lemme grab my bow.”

“Hurry. I wanna shoot somethin’.” She flipped Shane the bird and stalked into the woods.

“She wasn’t gonna shoot ya.” Daryl nodded over at Shane, who was fuming. “You gotta learn not to fuck w’her, though. She ain’t playin’ w’you.”

**

“What’d y’do? Before all’a this.”

She shot him a look, lighting a cigarette, before passing the pack back. She blew out the first drag and waved it away. “You know what I did. I’m in the Army… or was, I guess.”

“Yeah, but what’d you do?”

“Like as a job?” She quieted, sucking on her cigarette.

“You don’t gotta tell me.” He shrugged, frowning around his cigarette. “If’s too personal.”

She shook her head. “That’s not it at all. People always reacted a certain way when I told ‘em.”

“Think I’m gonna judge ya?”

She made a face. “Ya might…”

“Nah..,” He snickered. “You know what Merle and I did?” She shrugged. “Nothing. Not a damn thing. Just drifted.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad. Sounds like freedom.” She smiled at him. “I was…I am a sniper. Prior to three months ago, I was an active spec ops sniper. Army Ranger- Captain Mildred Donovan - Long Range Weaponry.”

He hummed. “Mildred?”

She shoved his shoulder. “My grandmother’s name. Now you know why I go by Mitzi.”

He nodded. “You said that you were coming down to Atlanta for a presentation.”

She nodded. “I transitioned out of the field, became an instructor. Before all this went down, the Army wanted to show off the ‘first female spec ops operator’ and ‘one of our best guns’. They had this big shindig planned, with a record-breaking shot… the whole nine.” She winced. “I came up early for a week of leave. Saw the bombs from where I was hiking.”

Daryl shifted down against the log behind them so their shoulders were tight to each other’s. “Why’d they pick you?”

She grinned. “Ouch.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y’know what I mean. Y’like a legacy or something?”

She frowned. “A legacy?”

“Daddy was a sniper, Granddaddy was a sniper.”

“Oh no.” She shook her head. “My dad was a mechanic, my grandfather, an asshole. I was scouted, I guess you can say.” She looked down at her rifle. “I won gold in all ISSF World Cup 300m events five years running. I was going to the Olympics when…” she winced comically. “I got in a fight.”

Daryl repressed a smile to the best of his ability. “‘magine that.”

“I know.” She nodded sagely. “Very difficult to imagine.”

He rasped out a chuckle. “Damn near impossible.”

She shoved his arm. “Prick.”

“What happened with the fight?”

“I beat the shit out of my dad.” She huffed. “That’s… another story though. One I’d rather not get into.”

Daryl sucked on his cigarette. “Why did y’become an instructor? Why not stay in t’field?”

She sighed. “I tried to eat my gun. Uncle Sam thought I might have had enough. Couldn’t retire me completely, though, I’m one of the top-ranked snipers in the military and the first female in spec ops.. would’ve been bad optics, or so I was told. They covered it up and found a clever solution. Improvise, Adapt and Overcome...”

That hung heavy in the air.

“Glad you didn’t. Glad you were on leave.”

She smiled. “Me too. And thanks for not asking how many people I’ve killed.”

Daryl nodded and they finished their cigarettes in silence.

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You had been walking around the community your group had recently integrated all morning, mostly trying to clear your head and escape the house you all had inhabited together for the past few nights. As you neared the house, you noticed both Carol and Maggie waiting for you on the porch with that knowing smirk you hated. Your feet immediately halted as realization hit you.

“Nope, not happening!” you voiced, quickly turning around. Both women rapidly descended the stairs and ran to catch up to you.

“We saw” Maggie smiled.

You sighed “You didn’t see anything. We’ve talked about this, you must have dreamt it”

Carol nudged you “So your explanation is that we both dreamt the same thing?”

“Yeah”

Maggie stepped in front of you to make you stop “He likes you and you like him. You both thought we were all dead asleep and somethin’ almost happened. I saw it with ma’ own eyes” she assured, her southern accent more prominent due to her excitement.

Carol’s eyes seemed to light up “First of all, i can’t believe you two slept side by side–”

“Wrong” you pointed out “I slept close to Judith in case she woke up–”

“And so did Daryl to protect her” Carol continued.

“Okay, guys? I love you both so–so much but you have been doing this, you–” you turned to look at Carol “since the quarry and you–” you turned to a smiling Maggie “since the farm and i’m tired of it”

“Then you betta’ do somethin’ about it, young lady”

You glared at her “Don’t call me young lady, we’re the same age”

“Yeah but ‘m married and you have yet to get laid since the world ended” she grinned.

You faked a wide smile that reached your eyes as they traveled between them, you brought your hands together in front of you as if you were to pray “I have to get ready for a run so i’d really appreciate you both taking this bullshit elsewhere”

“Oh! Look at that!” Carol exclaimed, smiling wildly “Yet another run with Daryl!”

You immediately dropped your smile at her antics “You guys are infuriating” you said before walking away. So they did exactly what you suggested, they took that bullshit somewhere else, specifically, to Daryl.

He had been cooped up in Aaron’s garage building his new bike when he heard two sets of footsteps that stopped feet away from him. He only had to glance at their shoes to know who they were.

“Y’all jus’ gon’ stand there ‘n watch?” he gruffed as he stood to his full height. He watched as they turned to the other with a discreet smile.

Carol began “Are you excited about the run?”

Daryl narrowed his eyes, almost grimacing at their behavior, he briefly glanced at Maggie’s giddy expression and then his eyes fell upon Carol again “The hell’re y’all on?”

Maggie stepped forward “Y/n’s goin’ on that run”

Daryl shrugged as he wiped the motor oil off his hands with a rag “The fuck’s tha’ got to do with me?”

Carol rolled her eyes “You should do something about the tension” the archer narrowed his eyes at her in confusion once again “Daryl, this has been going on ever since you met and we all need you to do something about it before anyone else in this community does”

Daryl scoffed “The only tension ‘m feelin’ now is from ya two pullin’ on m’ nerves. I got better shit t’ do”

As he turned to get back to work and the women looked to the other with slumped shoulders and defeat all over their faces, they all turned to the street when they heard footsteps approaching, it was you. You neared the open garage while looking down and rummaging through your backpack and when you finally looked up, your feet abruptly stopped. You sighed glaring at your friends.

“Dixon, we leave in 10’ and you two, out!”

They both rapidly exited the garage and you watched them leave. Once they were out of sight and couldn’t eavesdrop, you turned to Daryl. Your eyes locked in that weird way they had been for the past few months, you blinked to snap out of that trance.

“I’m not apologizing for them” you stated.

“Didn’t ask ya to”

You looked around the garage before answering “Good”

“Good” he repeated.

“It’s a mess in here” then you pointed at his bike “and it looks like shit”

Daryl huffed, nodding his head mockingly “So do ya but i dun say that to yer face”

You couldn’t keep the smile that crawled onto your face underwraps, you looked down at your feet to gather yourself and then back at him, you noticed the ghost of a smile on his face “That was uncalled for”

He hummed as he moved to a corner to get his backpack and crossbow. “I’ll take ya for a ride when ‘s done. Ain’t no need to insult ma’ work jus’ so i can prove ya wrong later”

“Whatever. I don’t like bikes” you admitted, stepping back as he pulled the garage door closed.

“Yer gonna like this one”

“Why?”

He turned to walk away “Cause i said so”

You were at an abandoned school with Rick, Glenn and Daryl. You all deemed it safe enough to split up. You entered a classroom and looked inside the kids tables and teacher’s drawers for useful supplies and you were surprised to find protein bars and cookies that you began happily throwing inside your backpack until hurried steps towards you, alerted you of danger. You turned around just in time for Daryl to take your hand and pull you to safety.

“What’s going on?” you demanded as you ran behind oblivious to the imminent danger.

“Walkers” he panted, looking for a safe place to hide.

“Where are Rick and Glenn!?”

“They’re fine! I need to get ya out!”

When you rounded another corner you were faced with more walkers, Daryl pulled you to the side and shoved the both of you into a broom closet. You tried to look around but the only thing you could really see were your feet thanks to the little light that bled through the bottom of the door and the only thing you could hear were the loud noises from the walkers outside and Daryl’s ragged breathing behind you.

“Are you sure they're okay?” you whispered, watching as that little light shifted as walkers obstructed the hallways.

“Mhm”

You sighed and tried to turn around to face him but when you did, something must’ve fallen, making some walkers collide with the door of the closet you were hiding in. Daryl protectively, grabbed your hips and pulled your back into his chest until the sudden danger passed. Once he realized what he had done, he let go of you but in that cramped space, nothing had really been changed by that.

“Why did you come back for me?”

“If i didn’t, i wouldn’ta herd the end of it from Maggie ‘n Carol”

You hummed in agreement before the room, or more appropriately, the closet, fell into dead silence. After a while you began breathing heavily, you didn’t realize why at first. You thought that maybe you were claustrophobic and had never noticed.

“Y’alrigh’?” he asked quietly.

Your breathing hitched “What are you doing?!” you yell-whispered.

“I–i ain’t doin’ nothin’”

“Well part of you is doing something” Your hands immediately went to the side walls for support “You’re poking me!”

He looked down and then realized, cursing under his breath before apologizing “‘m sorry” Daryl tried to move away but it only made the friction somewhat worse, you whimpered and then quickly covered your mouth “I’m sorry, I– you need to stop moving”

“I know ‘m sorry. There ain’t much space in ‘ere”

“Yeah I know so just–shit” you breathed as your bodies accidentally collided again “Okay, i’m gonna turn around”

“Good idea” he muttered under his uneven breath.

You whispered profanities as you struggled to do so, the small space and the many things that laid at your feet made you stumble but Daryl’s quick reflexes saved the day. He pulled you to his chest. “I’m pretty sure my highschool locker was bigger”

“I didn’t build it” he argued.

“Yeah but you chose it”

You never really noticed but his arms were tightly holding your body close to his and your hands were over his chest, you both stood so close that there was definitely space for a third person.

“We–uh we need t’ talk” he started.

“Right now? There are walkers trying to get to us”

“As good a time as any” he shrugged.

“Okay, about what?”

“‘Bout yer friends”

You sighed “I said i wasn’t gonna apologize for them”

“‘N I said i didn’t ask ya to”

“Then what’s there to talk about” You asked, looking into his eyes that seemed unable to stay on yours. Next thing you know, his lips were on yours in a long passionate kiss, in which your tongues fought for dominance as your arms tightened around the other. Your lips separated with a ‘pop’ from the most intense kiss you’d ever shared with anyone, you both looked at the other in shock, your lips still parted and arms still holding the other.

“You just kissed me” you acknowledged wide eyed.

“I know–i know, couldn’t help it” he rasped, tightening his grip around you.

You turned to the door as you heard both of your names being called frantically from afar. You opened the door of the closet carefully and looked around to make sure it was safe and then exited it. You turned around to speak to Daryl as he followed your actions but just when the words reached the tip of your tongue, Rick and Glenn rounded the corner running. They stopped when they saw you both in the middle of the hallway just looking at the other.

“You guys okay?” asked Rick.

You sighed looking down at your feet and approaching the closet to get your backpack.

“Yeah, we’re good” answered Daryl.

“You guys hid in there?” Asked Glenn, pointing at the smallest closet he had ever seen. You turned to the two men as you walked past them to exit the building. “I don’t wanna hear a fucking word about this”

Glenn raised his arms in surrender as Rick smiled and looked back at the archer. “Did you guys fight again?”

“Sum’ like tha’”

The ride home had been quiet, both of you just thinking of ways to restart the conversation in private, but just when your car pulled into the gates of the community, you were both forcefully pulled towards your responsibilities that kept you away from the other until well into the night. You returned home and looked around for him, you looked in every room of both of the houses that had been given to you and when you didn’t find him, you snuck into Aaron’s garage.

“Hey” you greeted him “Where’s Aaron and Eric?”

“Sleepin’, what’re ya doin’ up?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

“I asked first” he gruffed.

You walked towards his work bench and sat on the stool “I don’t really know…i spend the fucking day looking for an opportunity to slip away and come find you and i stupidly didn’t think of what to say”

“She likes ya…Deanna. She sees the future in ya”

“Couldn't have cared less today…i–” you sighed “It was a good kiss, i guess i just want to make sure that it won’t be the last”

Daryl immediately got up from his crouched position and walked towards you. You looked up at him with desperation in your eyes, his calloused hands rested over your jaw as his lips embraced yours in an equally desperate manner. You opened your legs for him to settle closer and you spoke as he kissed your neck.

“We can’t go back to either house” you panted “Everyone’s sleeping and i don’t want them to know”

He stepped away from you and you grabbed his shirt thinking he didn’t want this, your doe eyes almost broke his heart. He took your hand in his and went to grab his vest.

“This ain’t happenin’ here. Yer righ’, ’s a mess”

You chuckled while he went to turn off the light and you both exited the garage. He dragged you rapidly across the neighborhood.

“Where are we going?” you yell-whispered. Although your question was quickly answered when you stepped into one of the empty, mostly unfinished and unfurnished houses in the outskirts of the community. You looked around the dark living room “I’m not having sex over this unfinished wood flooring”

He scoffed, your hand still in his “They have carpet upstairs”

“Better”

You both ran upstairs and picked the room with a balcony. Daryl closed the door and pressed your back to it as he hungrily kissed your lips. Your hands roamed all over his chest until he pulled apart, giving you enough space to undress him, then he did the same for you. Just like a starved man, he kneeled in front of you and brought one of your legs over his shoulder. You looked down at him in awe, no one had ever done that for you.

“Daryl, you don’t have t–oh” you gasped as his tongue lapped at you. Your hands immediately grabbed onto his hair and he obliged your other leg to rest on his other shoulder, single handedly supporting your full weight against the door while your body became putty against him.

You shut your eyes and angled your head up as the deepest moans you had ever produced escaped your lips. Your arms abandoning his person to feel the wood of the door, somehow trying to comprehend this was really happening.

“Ugh fuck! Oh my god!” you gasped. “Put me down! you’re gonna suffocate” you struggled to speak. The archer muttered some kind of response that only sent vibrations through your body and never stopped his actions until you were gasping for air.

“Yes! Fuck i’m cuming! Oh!” You exclaimed. Daryl soon set your feet down and you collapsed, sliding down the door. From his kneeling position, he looked down at you as you caught your breath, your bare chest heaving as you noticed the tent in his underwear. You watched in astonishment as he liked the remainings off his lips.

“You didn’t have to do that…i could’ve killed you” you breathed.

“Would’ve been a sweet death”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his words, he took your hand in his to help you up, your feet struggled against the soft carpet as he tried to direct you to the middle of the room, where the moonlight marked a bluish aura of light. Noticing your struggle, he picked you up, your legs hugged his waist as your lips kissed his. He slowly walked towards the spot where he’d finally make you his and lowered both of your bodies tauntingly, you now laid under him, your lips still on his while your legs caged him.

“Ya sure ‘bout this?” he asked.

“Yeah…are you?” you questioned, admiring him while caressing his features “After this you can’t act like you hate me anymore”

He smiled , nudging your nose with his “Ya can’t either but it dun really sound like a shit deal t’ me”

“No, it doesn’t” you breathed “Just go easy on me…i know you’re a big guy and all but it’s been a while for me”

He lifted a brow “Ya ‘know’?”

“Don’t push it” you warned before kissing his lips again. His hand traveled down to lower his underwear and wrap around his length that had become painfully hard. As he lined it up with your entrance, he looked up at you one last time for confirmation which you answered with a nod. His head poked at you and your lower body instinctively slightly jerked away from it, with a deep breath, you relaxed going back to that initial position and it broke through your lower lips. The pressure felt far too good for you to ever have experienced it before. You held Daryl’s hips and prompted them forwards as you whined, the pain spread heat through your body

“Fuck you’re big” you gasped with your eyes shut.

“‘M i hurtin’ ya?”

You bobbed your head “Mhm…” then bit your lower lip as you pushed him in “In a way i didn’t know i would like…ah! please i need all of you”

Daryl kissed your lips as he gradually pushed into you, your walls and legs caged him in while your arms hugged him unbelievably closer. He began grinding into you slowly, causing loud moans and whimpers to escape your lips.

“It hurts so good” you gasped.

With each thrust, Daryl bottomed you out, his length filled you whole, reaching every single part of you repeatedly, your nails clawed at his back as you begged for more.

“Uh! Uh!” you whimpered as his pelvis hit yours “Daryl, i need to–i–uh! I need to tell you something…mmh! right now… it’s important” you struggled to speak as he fucked you silly.

“Ya want me t’ stop?” he asked into the skin of your shoulder. His heart sped up once he realized that you had called him Daryl, not Dixon like you always did just Daryl.

“No! No– just listen…uh!” you cried out “I-i want you…ah!!–oh dear god! i fucking want you”

“Ya have me. ‘M right here”

“No–”

Daryl lifted his head to look at you, your hand rested on his cheek while the other arm kept him close as he fucked into you, his eyes softened when he realized you had tears in yours, you sniffled.

“No–I mean that I love you” you cried “Uh!- I love you and–ohh! I was gonna tell you after this but I feel! like I'm lying to you!” your words hitched after each hard thrust “so i’m telling you now!”

Daryl looked down at you dumbfounded, trying to determine if whatever that was, was fueled by the intensity of the moment or if you really meant it.

You shook your head “You don’t have to say anything! I-i just needed you to know. Nothing! has to change! if you don’t want it to”

Daryl kissed your lips feverishly, his thrusts became intense, deep and meaningful. He set his forehead against yours before speaking “Fuck…i’m love with ya too. Had to get ya in that fuckin’ closet t’ talk t’ ya”

You cried out his name at his thrusts “Uh! Fuck” you hit his chest and chuckled lowly “I knew you did it purpose, you fucker”

He smiled “Bet you liked it, huh?” His hand snaked between both of your bodies to toy at you, your mouth fell agape as moans failed to form to express your overwhelment.

“Fuck! Yes, I did! Oh! T-took you long enough!” you smiled taking his lips in yours “I’m cuming!”

“Mhm…’m almost there” he grunted.

“Make me yours”

“Ya sure–”

“If you ask me that! again! I swear! I’ll push you off!” you warned mere seconds before he coated your walls with his love and even then you never parted. The last few moments were painfully slow and sweet, your hands roamed all over his body while his mouth attacked yours. After you both cleaned up, Daryl made you wear his shirt while he stayed shirtless and only in his underwear and pants. You pulled on your panties, yet your eyes never left his form. He stood on the balcony with his forearms over the railing looking into the distance. You walked behind him and kissed his back and then shoulder.

“We wasted a lotta time” he admitted.

“I know…I was scared to give in. I’m tired of losing people and i thought if i never had you… then, i wouldn’t have to lose you”

“Thought i could jus’ ignore it”

You huffed “And yet, here we are”

Daryl turned to you and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close.

“Mine” he whispered.

“Yours” you breathed.

[lonewolf471]

I just came across you and I love it <3 I love all of your writings! I was wondering if you can do a one shot of Daryl being super gentle for his girl that is a virgin? And also calms her down from her anxiety and her insecurities about herself? 😭sorry is this is weird, but I love your writings!

Meet me at our spot

S4 Daryl x fem!reader smut

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Warnings: realistic loss of virginity, praise, sweet protected p-in-v sex, fingering and mentions of aftercare.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: a little less detailed cause Tumblr keeps pissing me off by slapping labels onto my work. Again, please keep in mind that English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes.

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You couldn’t find Daryl anywhere at the prison. You had finished giving a survival class to the newcomers where you taught them how to survive outside, which plants were safe to eat, where and how to get safe-to-drink water and what to look for when you arrived at a new place. Daryl was supposed to give hunting and tracking classes but he really did not like people and neither did you but you were more prone to fight the need to escape. You walked to your shared cell looking for him, only to find a note on the bed.

“Date night at our spot?” was written on it, with what you recognised as his handwriting. You smiled wildly. You and Daryl had been together for over a year, it happened shortly after the farm burned down, those months on the road changed everything between you both, going on runs together, hunting together, taking night watch together. Sounds boring but it was so wonderful.

You immediately started walking towards your spot, it was the watch tower on the south-side of the prison, no one ever went there, it was always just the both of you. He could see you from above, you wore that beautiful smile he loved to see. When he heard the door below open, he began feeling butterflies in his stomach, he still did after so long.

You walked into the towertop to see him seated on a mattress you both struggled to take up there, there were soft blankets and pillows everywhere and makeshift curtains covering every window so you could sleep in.

“Hey, couldn’t find you anywhere”

“Mhm, was gettin’ too loud down there”

“I figured” you walked up to him and kissed his lips, taking his hand and taking him to the outside platform. You both often sat there and talked about the day. 

“The new guy you brought in the other day asked me out again” you told him and he scoffed, for some reason it was hard for people to believe you when you told them that you were with Daryl and had been for a while. Just before the apocalypse, no man looked at you twice and now that you were happy with someone, you got constant unwanted attention.

“Ya want me t’ talk to ‘im?” he asked. Daryl was protective of you, but just enough. He knew you could take care of yourself on your own but once you asked him, it became his obligation.

“I’d like that, please”

“All righ’ i’ll talk to ‘im tomorrow. After tha’ if he gets close to ya again, i migh’ have to break his jaw” he observed you and tried to read your expression, your head was low and you fiddled with your fingers “Hey, ya alrigh’?” 

“Yeah it just bothers me that before all this no one wanted me and then you walk into my life and choose to stay and i’m happy and this happens”

“‘M gonna make it righ’ sunshine’”

You nodded, giving him a doubtless ghost of a smile.

“You know, you were my first kiss”

“Wha’? Ya didn’t tell me”

“I didn’t want to make it weird. You’re my first boyfriend too” you admitted.

‘Hopefully my last’ you thought.

“Wasn’t weird at all, it was really nice” he told you flustered.

You smiled, thankful that he shared the same opinion. “You’re blushing” you remarqued in a singing tone.

“Nah i ain’t”

“Your ears are pink”

“Stop” when you didn’t, he began tickling your sides and you laughed loudly begging him to stop, once he did your breathing leveled and you looked at him with smiling eyes thinking about what you wanted to say next.

“Daryl-” you called wanting to get his attention. “I want you to be my first.” when he looked at you with a confused look you added “My first time, i mean” He knew you were a virgin because you had told him early on and he told you he could wait until you were ready, no matter how long that could take. This was it.

“Yer sure?” he asked doubtfully. You nodded, getting up to go inside and prompting him to do the same. He followed close behind you.

“Y/n, it don’t gotta be righ’ now”

“I know, but i want to”

You both laid in the bed and kissed passionately, hands wandered everywhere and your breathing accelerated. His hands neared the hem of your shirt.

“Can i?”

“Yeah” you replied breathlessly. Once he took it off you immediately reached, to turn off the closest lantern to you, making him stop.

“Did i do sumthin’ wrong?” 

“No, no! it’s just that uhm-” you sat up from under him, the room barely lit now by 2 candles.

“I never felt really great about my body before this happened and i haven’t really seen it properly since, you know, the world fell apart and now you’re here and this is happening and i want to be good for you”

“Ya are good Y/n” he answered bluntly, not quite comprehending why you couldn’t see yourself the way he saw you.

“No maybe i’m not and this is a mistake on my end”

“Hey, dun say tha’” he held your face and looked at you with nothing but love. “Can i show ya sumthin’?” you nodded softly with furrowed brows.

“I gotta turn on the light sunshine. Ya get a blanket an’ cover yerself if ya want” 

You did just as he suggested and once you were ready he took off his shirt and turned on the light. He showed you every scar on his body, you already knew how he got them but you had never seen them fully. 

“Ya told me once to try and love every part of me ‘cause ya did. Ya said that without havin’ seen me like this. Ya said that” he insisted. Your fingertips felt every scar on his chest while you avoided his eyes “Ya said that Y/n”

“I did” you whispered looking up.

“I know ya may not believe it righ’ now but I love ya, every part of ya, from yer tiny scars to the big ones to the stretch marks ya worry ’bout an’ the way yer cheeks stay when ya laugh too much. I love ‘em cause they are yers and i love ya” your eyes began to water and you looked at him, holding his face and kissing his lips firmly.

“I love you too, i should have said it a long time ago” he smiled and moved your hair behind your ear.

“I love ya more. So much that I dun know if yer real most days” he expressed, causing you to chuckle. “Now if ya want the light off, ’s fine, and if ya dun feel like it we can leave it at this”

“No i want to, Daryl, it’s not that”

“Yeah? Alrigh’ so imma lower the brightness, that alrigh’?” 

His reassurance put your mind at ease and you felt much better about yourself, it didn’t matter if that feeling lasted 5 minutes or 5 days, you felt good. You began kissing again and he asked to remove your bra, you accepted and then removed your pants while he removed his, he laid next to you and admired you.

“Yer gorgeous sunshine and i promise to tell ya everyday”

At his comment you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at his lips and kissing him as he caressed along your thigh nearing your entrance. You had touched yourself many times before but it never felt quite right, either because you couldn’t feel anything or couldn’t finish, so you felt nervous about it being a problem and your body not reacting well to what Daryl was doing. He looked up at you to ask for consent and you nodded. His thumb massaged your bud as one of his fingers delved into you slowly, as he was doing this, you could feel his eyes on your face observing every reaction when you began moaning, he quickly learnt what made your body react and did it incessantly. Those noises quickly became one of his favorites.  

The feeling of someone else pleasuring you, was far more intense than you thought it would be. Daryl kissed your neck without ever stopping his hand, himself becoming awfully aroused.

After a few minutes you became putty in his hands having drowned in pleasure you had never felt before. Somehow you came to your senses and snapped out of the trance, opening your eyes and looking at the man in front of you.

“Daryl do you want me to- you’ll have to teach me though” you said motioning to the very obvious bulge in his underwear. He looked down at it a bit embarrassed and then up at you again.

“If ya do, this i’ll be over in seconds” he replied flustered.

“Oh” you blushed, somehow not believing that you had caused it. You kissed his lips briefly before looking around for a little metal box you two kept in there, containing condoms and other things. You both knew that this would happen eventually so you wanted to be ready. Pulling one out, Daryl extended his hand for you to hand him the packet.

“No, let me do it” 

“Alrigh’” he sat down next to you removing his underwear while you opened the package. Seeing him fully was a bit intimidating, of course you had thought about him before but this was far too real. Blinking your thoughts away, you put the condom on him and noticed how he inhaled when your hands touched his now sensitive skin. He moved some hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek several times with the softest lips you had ever felt. Then he instructed you to lay down as he fumbled to grab the fluffiest pillows to make sure you were comfortable, you could see how preoccupied he was so you grabbed his hand to make him look at you.

“Daryl, I'm okay” you reassured with a genuine smile. Nodding he glanced down at your closed legs before you noticed and opened them for him to settle.

“If ya want me t’ stop just say it. ‘S fine. Same if it hurts. Ya can tell me Y/n” 

“I will”

He bent down and kissed your lips as if it were the last time ever, feeling every part of you with his calloused hands you’ve learned to crave. Your arms circled around him feeling every raised scar with a healing touch and the hair he was growing out you often begged to brush.

“Ya ready?” he asked and you immediately nodded before he paused to look you in the eye, it was almost as if he was giving you time to change your mind. “I’m ready Daryl” you affirmed again, moving the hair that stuck to his forehead.

He looked down and approached your entrance carefully aiding himself of a hand while the other stayed glued to your hip. His tip gathered the slick he had previously helped produce, the feeling of it caused you to hum briefly before he barely pushed inside, pausing to look up at you. You nodded again so that he knew you were fine and he pushed inside a tiny bit more, you gasped slightly. You could feel a quite uncomfortable pressure at first but after a few seconds your body welcomed the feeling. He waited a little more before continuing, you bit your lip and hummed as his tip slipped in fully.

“This alrigh’? Does it hurt?”

You took a few breaths before answering, you looked down at your entrance and then back up at him.

“I'm alright. Are you okay? I’m sorry” 

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. I’m good.” he assured never breaking eye contact “Ya want t’ stop?”

“No, I'm okay. It just feels- different”

Taking that in consideration and quite literally seeing through you, he could tell that you were scared, he now felt how hard you grabbed his wrist. He lowered his body so that his chest was flush against yours and you instinctively circled your arms around him. You were scared, before the apocalypse, so many of your girl friends had told you about this very same moment, how much it hurt being with their boyfriends for the very first time and how it didn’t feel good or right. And you so desperately wanted this to feel right, because you loved him.

“Hey, ‘m righ’ ‘ere. Ya can close yer eyes if ya want or look at me. It dun matter alrigh’? ‘M righ’ ‘ere” 

You two kissed softly for a few seconds before you nuzzled your face into his neck and breathed him in for comfort, little by little he pushed in as you whimpered and held onto him, always asking how you were doing. He asked you to breathe deeply and slowly as he pushed in and when he did, one hand slowly pressed into his lower stomach for him to stop, so he did. Breathing deeply allowed your body to relax so that little push truly felt like something way bigger causing his dick to slide in beautifully.

“Is it in?” you asked breathlessly.

“Not yet, ya think you can take a bit more? If not ‘s fine.”

“Yeah, okay. I got it”

You whimpered again on the last careful push he gave, that one was a bit more painful, engulfing your body in a foreign pressure. He could feel your heartbeat sync up with his as you breathed in and out. He wasn’t fully in but this was more than enough for that day. You kissed him hungrily before he could utter any questions.

“Just stay like this for a minute. I just- i need a minute”

And he did, he waited for you, in those quiet minutes he observed every feature of yours as if he hadn’t done it thousands of times before. You told him he could move. His slow movements, painful at first, quickly faded into pleasure as your moans became constant. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support, this felt nothing like what your friends had described to you. Your legs hugged his lower body, caging him in and you could not stop kissing him, neither could he as his steady breaths became jagged, shaky. Your foreheads stuck together as he set a comfortable pace, one hand lowered to massage your bundle of nerves. You began noticing another unknown feeling taking over your lower body. Your stomach produced a numbing warmth that spread through your body like lightning, you had to focus very hard on breathing and you saw the room in a different light. Time slowed down and suddenly you were hyper aware of the situation. Daryl was buried inside you, sliding in and out desperately with stuttering hips, his skin felt hot to the touch, the room was warm, you felt insanely good and you could no longer ignore the fact that you were in love with the man. His breath tickled your ears and hearing his rasped moans and whimpers brought you back to earth not knowing that you were causing it.

“Daryl- I think- oh my god. Daryl?” you cried out, believing to know now what this warmth was. His continuous thrusts overwhelmed you and clouded your mind while your moans intoxicated his.

“I know” he struggled to speak “I can feel ya, just relax ‘n let it happen”

You closed your eyes to relish the upcoming feeling.

“Tha’s righ’ sunshine just like tha’, just keep breathin’. Yer doin’ great” he kissed your forehead and mumbled against your skin “‘m righ’ ‘ere”

Mere moments later, you cried out his name with shaking limbs, your climax caused your body to hug him harder as he reached his, finally collapsing on top of you. You stayed that way for a while, basking in the aftersex bliss, waiting for your breathing and heartbeats to sync up again in a more relaxed manner, before he pulled out and laid next to you, hugging your body tightly to his side. With your head on his chest, he played with the ends of your hair and occasionally kissed the top of your head as you caressed his arm lovingly.

“Thank you” you whispered into the previously silent room.

“Ya dun need to, sunshine. I should be thankin’ ya. Y’alrigh’?”

“I’m great. You?” he nodded. “Did you- did you finish?” 

“Yes i did” he said confidently with a smirk, you hit his chest playfully and he reacted like it pained him.

“Oh stop it.” you laughed, with the brightest smile he had ever seen ”I swear you’re like a little kid sometimes”

After the laughing faded, he asked about you. “Did ya? Not that we should doubt it” he asked, glancing at the visually wet spot you previously laid over and your wet inner thighs. You laughed again and he did too.

 “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Thought ya liked it” he answered playfully.

“Fuck you”

“Ya did”

After some laughs leaving your cheeks aching, he cleaned you up while peppering your body with kisses and covered you with a blanket before putting his clothes back on and leaving to get you both some dinner. A dinner you both enjoyed together in your safe place.

Daryl was your first everything and undeniably your last. From that day on, he swore to love every bit of you wholly and remind you of it every chance he got.

[lonewolf471]

daryl x reader first time together? smut blurb or fic

i ADORE your work <3

Just a matter of "tolerance"

S1Daryl x fem reader

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A/n: here are some of my other Daryl x reader first time fics:

Old childhood fools (S1)

Third time’s the charm (S2)

Meet me at our spot (S4)

Better in your shirt (S5)

Close quarters (S5)

I got your six (S6)

Warnings: unprotected p-in-v and some kissing

Word count: 2.1k

The people of the camp were all sitting around a campfire eating dinner when you approached with your plate mid-conversation just in time to hear your name being said.

“Y/n could do it” proposed Shane.

“Y/n could do what?” you asked, taking a seat and beginning to eat your dinner.

Dale sighed “Merle has been making some people feel very uncomfortable and–”

“What’s that have to do with me?”

He continued “Well, maybe you could ask Daryl to talk to his brother about it”

“Why me?”

“He doesn’t hate you for starters” began Shane.

You scoffed “Daryl hates everyone in here”

Glenn intervened “No, not you. He tolerates you”

“He would tolerate y’all too if you didn’t treat him like a meal service” you corrected “whatever, what i’m trying to say is that i’m not saying shit about his brother, Merle’s been away for 5 days and we all know he’ll eventually come back so let’s just enjoy the peace and calm”

After dinner you all retreated to your tents and just like the past few nights, you couldn’t sleep. Your eyes seemed to burn holes into the belongings you kept beside your bedroll until your tent’s zipper was pulled open, you carefully palmed the knife you kept close for your safety and waited.

“Y/n” a raspy voice called.

You furrowed your brows at the sudden presence of a familiar voice “Daryl?”

“Ya awake?”

You hummed in response before he stepped in, once he did, you hugged him as best as you could in the cramped space.

“Why aren’t ya sleepin’? ‘S late” he spoke onto your shoulder before you pulled away.

“Well for starters, you broke into my tent–did you just get back?”

“Yeah ‘m beat. Jus’ wanted t’ check on ya before goin’ to bed”

You smiled to yourself and whispered “Aww, you missed me! That’s really cute”

“I didn’t say tha’”

“Yeahhhh you kinda did”

“Whatever…m’ gonna go hit the sack. I’ll see ya in the mornin’” he said before kissing your cheek and beginning to leave but you stopped him with a tight hold of his wrist. He halted any movement to look back at you in the almost complete darkness of the tent.

“Listen…uh Merle’s not back yet, he came by 2 days ago to see if you were back and then he left again–”

He made sure he was looking into your eyes before speaking again “‘M sure he’s fine. Ya dun got t’ worry about ma brother”

“I’m not…i just–i haven’t seen you in three days, so will you stay?”

Biting on his inner lip he glanced down at the hand warming up the thin skin of his wrist. He did miss you and as exciting as it was to love you in secret, it hurt greatly most days.

“It’s risky” he mentioned lowly.

“I know, it’s only for a few minutes”

“Alrigh” he nodded before sitting next to you on your bed roll. Once he did, you pecked softly his lips, a ghostly touch that sent shivers down his spine and begged him to obtain more. His calloused hand held your jaw, pulling you into him as his lips feverishly kissed you and when you pulled apart, you couldn’t help but stay as close as humanly possible, the tip of your noses touched as your breathing mixed together. You glanced down at his lips again, you were needy and desperate to finally have him and not just maintain careful eye contact around camp or coincidently meet deep in the woods to talk and share a few brief kisses.

“If ya missed me, ya could’ve just said tha’” he smiled against your lips.

Peppering kisses along his jaw, you answered “I think i did”

His hands roamed down your back slowly and lovingly and from this distance he could see better what you were wearing to sleep. “S tha’ m' shirt?”

“No” you denied, elongating the vowel sound to further accompany the lie. He smiled to himself when he heard you sigh in defeat seconds after “I stole it from your tent and the other–”

“Ya got another?”

“Only two, I promise” his thumb traced along your lower lip for you to continue “i stole the other when I was doing the laundry because they smell like you”

He cussed under his breath “Yer makin’ this real hard, ya know tha’?”

“We both agreed that this was best for now. We don’t need any of them in our business right now”

“I know but seeing how the men ‘round here look at ya around camp and knowing i can’t do shit about it–”

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about them” you paused “I’m yours and i only want to be yours”

He took your face in his hands to look into your eyes, even in the darkness he tried to look for lies “Dun say tha’ if ya dun mean it”

“I do. I’m yours…so make me yours”

The archer kissed your lips until you were laying back on the bed roll, your legs parted open for him to lay over you. Between ached touches and sloppy kisses, you pulled open the buttons of the shirt you wore. His lips hungrily attacked your neck then nipples as one of his hands held both of your wrists down over your head. Your breathing was shallow and desperate for him.

“Daryl please…” you begged quietly before letting go of your wrists so he could feel your needy touch when he kissed you.

“Wha’ do ya want” he asked against your surely reddened lips.

“You…i want you” you breathed.

You then heard him unbuckle his belt and as quickly as he parted from you, he was back against your body pulling your wet panties aside.

“Ya gotta be good ‘n be quiet”

You smiled at him, loving the contrast between who he was with other people and who he was with you. Yes, he was rough around the edges, awkward and bossy but you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on when he put you or other people in their place if needed. “I’ll try but i can’t promise anything”

“I knew you’d say tha��”

“Yeah?” you teased.

“Mhm”

“So what are you gonna do about it, huh?”

Before you could even finish that question, his tip pressed against you as he began pushing in slowly. Your mouth fell agape at the pressure his size provided, your hands held onto him as he bottomed you out and once he did, you gasped with closed eyes.

His hand caressed your face to get your attention. “Ya close yer eyes ‘n i’ll stop, ya get too loud ‘n i’ll stop, ya get too handsy makin’ the damn tent move ‘n–”

You whimpered “Let me guess, you’ll stop?”

“Dun get smart with me sunshine”

You smiled against his lips “You know you love it”

“Let’s pretend i dun then” he proposed before he pulled out and back in slowly, you groaned. “Wha’ did i say? I’d hate to cut this short” he warned sweetly.

Even though he knew that you couldn’t be loud, he couldn’t help but enjoy the strangled noises you made, your loud whimpers against his ears as your walls caged him in. “Fuck you’re big” you cussed as he sped up. Even when he barely thrusted, it felt like he’d been pounding into you for hours on end, the tent soon became hot while the only thing that could be heard was your strangled breathing, he began going faster, chasing the blissful culmination and moans escaped your lips before he covered your mouth. He could now feel the vibration of your loud moans against his palm as one of your hands held onto his shirt and the other onto the wrist of the hand covering your mouth.

“One of these days ‘m gon’ take ya away, so ya can be as loud as ya want, alrigh’?”

You nodded as you moaned harder, so loud that if he wasn’t keeping you quiet, you would've woken up the whole camp, your noises of pleasure would resonate all over the hills of the quarry making it known that you were taken and so full of the person you loved.

“Fuck” he cussed as his thrusts became sloppy. “Where do ya want it?” he asked, uncovering your mouth.

“You know where” you breathed as your eyes widened at the unexpected climax you reached suddenly. His hand was quick to cover your mouth again and he released his love for you while you shook under him. As you had requested, he stayed for a few more minutes after and only left when you were already asleep.

In the morning you woke up sore and to an empty spot beside you, when you looked around your now messy tent, you recalled the events of the previous hours and smiled to yourself. You rapidly got ready for the day and exited your tent.

“Morning” you greeted everyone with a smile as you went to prepare your coffee. You were deep in thought when a hand touched your shoulder, it was Glenn.

“Did you talk to him?”

“What? Who?” you asked, pouring your coffee.

“Daryl! He got back this morning” he whispered-yelled looking in the direction of his tent, where he happened to be sitting outside of, looking over the camp. Mostly looking after you. The fact that you had exited your tent with a smile on your face, made him conceal his own.

When you looked up to follow Glenn’s gaze, he spoke again” Don’t look! He’s gonna know we’re talking about him.

You chuckled taking a sip of your coffee “Daryl’s a lot of things but he’s not psychic”

“Okay but did you talk to him about Merle yet?”

You sighed, this was the perfect excuse to be seen talking to him just when you needed it most “Not yet but i’m going to”

“Thank you” he smiled before taking off. You poured Daryl some coffee and walked towards his space.

You cleared your throat before offering him coffee “Good morning”

“Mornin’” he greeted glancing towards the rest of the camp. “They’re watchin’”

“I know, that’s why i’m not kissing you even though i really want to”

He nodded in acknowledgement, keeping a straight face while you could smile since your back was to the rest of the camp “Ya sleep good? Ya know, after–”

“Really good…better than i have in a while and–” you blinked back your inappropriate thoughts “um before i forget, they want me to ask you if you could tell your brother to chill out around here–”

A few feet away, your friends watched the interaction while eating breakfast.

“I think it’s going well” Lori commented while she served Carl some breakfast.

“Don’t jinx it” voiced Glenn. “Shit–he’s getting up”

Daryl was now in front of you, from afar it appeared to be in a menacing way but from up close…it was a whole other scene.

“Why ya?”

“Because you tolerate me” you smiled, taking a sip of your coffee.

He hummed “More than tolerate–i’ll tell ‘im when he comes back”

“Thank you” you said before starting to walk away.

“Ya never finished yer other sentence” he noted “‘bout last nigh’”

You shrugged “I’ll tell you later. I gotta go now”

“She’s walking away and he didn’t make a scene. That’s good” Shane said, taking a seat next to the others. But then it appeared as Daryl followed after you, grabbing your arm to make you turn to him.

“Oh my god, this is bad” groaned Glenn, already feeling bad for forcing this interaction “everyone stop commenting on it until she’s back here!”

You briefly looked down at his loving yet firm touch “You’re awfully close Dixon”

He let go of you after squishing your arm lightly “Meet me down at the highway after breakfast”

“To do what?”

“So i can tolerate ya some more–” he mocked “now go ‘fore i do sum’ we’ll both regret ‘em seein’”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you smirked. The archer shook his head before picking up his crossbow and leaving. You yelled after him and this time everyone could hear.

“What about your coffee?!”

“I dun drink tha’ shit”

His remark caused you to smile to yourself because, of course, you already knew. You retrieved the other mug angrily and walked back to the others.

“How did it go?” asked Glenn.

“Well the coffee didn’t work and apparently i need to choose my words more carefully but yeah…i think he tolerates me just fine”

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All Legs (S.R.)

Summary: Tall!Reader. Spencer meets a woman at an event and finds he really wants to be under her heels. Request: tall girl appreciation! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spencer!POV, protected sex, hand on neck (no choking), mild heels fetish, specified height (tall woman) Word Count: 3.3k

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I’d never felt at ease in fancy places, even something as otherwise unassuming as a hotel. Something about tall ceilings and open marble floor just made me feel cheap. It didn’t help that everyone around me was well-suited both, figuratively and literally. In the very least, Rossi had, somewhat forcefully, helped me in that regard.

Strangely enough, the most embarrassing aspect of getting fitted for a suit wasn’t the man measuring me, but the way Rossi had almost teared up at the realization that I’d never had anyone to help me before. Most of the people who arrived at the BAU came already accustomed to some kind of extravagance.

For a long time, I was the only one who seemed out of place at Rossi’s lavish events in high society. Once Luke came, however, that all changed. He became, only somewhat begrudgingly, another petal to the wallflowers. Still looked better in a suit than me, but I digress. My attention was, for once, not geared towards him. If I’d looked at him or been able to process any word of what was being said, I might have realized that he’d noticed my averted gaze nearly five minutes before.

I would have seen him follow it across the way to a woman seated by herself at a table. She hadn’t been alone for long — only a couple minutes, really — and I couldn’t imagine it would last much longer. I’d been watching her for most of the night, along with all of the other men with any sense at all.

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Extracurriculars (S.R.)

Summary: Reader saves her TA from a frathouse.

Request: gradstudent!Spencer getting dragged to a frat party and hooking up with a girl in her undergrad (someone he's been interested in) A/N: Who wouldn’t want to deflower sweet Spencer? Characters are both around 21. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Virgin!Spencer, frat house, college party, alcohol, drunken sexual activity, heavy petting, kissing, making out, loss of virginity (male) penetrative sex, protected sex (condom), TA/Student relationship Word Count: 5k

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When I was younger, my mother taught me a few key lessons about growing up. She had to teach me those things because, while they seemed to come naturally to other kids, they never came to me.

It seemed fundamentally unfair that I could do the quadratic formula before I could tie my shoes. Of course, with that, I could just insist I preferred Velcro. My inability to recognize the socially acceptable way to care for my body, or even recognize the signals it was sending to me, was a little harder to explain. It was even harder to calibrate.

By the time I reached college, I became obsessed with cleanliness to an unhealthy degree. I would avoid any situations where I could find myself fixated on dirt beneath my fingernails or anything that could be even tangentially described as ‘sticky.’

I was petrified of being perceived as anything but pure. I had been that way for long enough that it had basically become my defining character trait.

And then, on one very lonely and poorly planned night in grad school, I decided to challenge the idea that I could only be one thing.

That night, I went to a frat house.

Between the pulsing speakers that measured up to my hips and the remnants of discarded beer bottles, I realized that I had made a number of miscalculations—the kind that my mother had most certainly not prepared me for.

“Come on, man, live a little!” the student beside me shouted over impossibly loud music.

I hadn’t the slightest clue what he was asking me to do, but I could tell from the taunt that my answer would be the same regardless:

“N-No thanks.”

I looked down at the glass bottle still dripping beer from its lip. My stomach churned at the sight. I was so distracted by the thought of spit coating the finish that I had failed to connect the dots to realize that the group was planning to play the aptly named game ‘spin the bottle.’

That was, until the older but somehow less mature man to my side jeered, “Why not? Have you never kissed a girl before?”

My cheeks burned with some mixture of embarrassment and rage. I’d hoped that they would confuse it for drunkenness, if they’d thought about it at all.

I wanted to open my mouth to defend my decision without sounding pathetic, but my lips stayed tightly shut.

Then, just a second before the pause became awkward, a second voice chimed in.

“Piss off, idiot.”

I heard her right before I felt her. Her arm slung around my neck brought with it the comforting scent of jasmine and vanilla. Her heated skin somehow stayed warm but never sticky, and my body quickly corrected its instinct to move closer to her.

She’s my student, I reminded myself.

My favorite student, though.

Although the feeling was shared by the man she was speaking to, he wasn’t so clear about it. He seemed almost sarcastic when he shouted, “Whoa! Careful there (y/n), you might make me think you like me.”

By contrast, she was outright in her apathy when she droned, “No one likes you.”

“Ouch,” he replied with a hand clutching his chest, “You wound me.”

I’d half expected her to respond to him in kind. My mind ran a million confusing calculations to try to determine whether this was just harmless flirting or actual annoyance. All I knew for certain was that my chest burned with jealousy that dissipated within a second of her speaking again.

“Hey cutie, which of these jackasses brought you here?” she asked so sweetly I could taste sugar on my tongue as I tried to answer.

“Huh? Oh, u-uh. No… jackasses.”

Smooth as the cheap liquor we’re drinking.

“Yeah, right,” she chuckled in disbelief before explaining, “That’s all that’s here besides you.”

… Besides me?

“You wanna leave?”

My heart stopped at the mere thought. For a moment, I convinced myself that I had fantasized the question. Perhaps someone had slipped something into my drink that had turned me into a blubbering fool. Perhaps it was something more nefarious.

She wouldn’t.

Wouldn’t what?

“What?” I asked.

Before she could clarify, the now very unwelcome third presence chimed in, “He just got here! Let him stay.”

I watched as she bristled in response. Her fingernails dug slightly into my shoulder and she pulled me closer.

It must have been instinct. There was no way she could have meant it on purpose.

It felt nice, though, to be closer to her.

“I also just got here, and yet, I want to leave,” she sneered.

When he made a motion to touch her shoulder the same way she’d been touching mine, she jumped back with a stern warning.

“Touch me and lose at least one testicle.”

He put his hands up in surrender. She scoffed. Her hand dropped from my shoulder, but I never had time to miss her. She took my hand so quickly that I didn’t have time to think about my response. So, I held hers back.

My heart had finally made up its mind before she spoke.

“Come on, sweetheart. We’re leaving,” she ordered.

I followed.

“W-Where are we going?”

She shrugged.

“I don’t know. Somewhere else.”

She turned to look at me with the utmost skepticism, or, dare I say it, fascination with what she found.

“You have somewhere to be?” she asked.

“Um… no?”

I prayed it had been the right answer.

It was.

“Wanna come back to my place?” she offered with a smile, “It’s not far from here.”

She’d said it so casually that I couldn’t help but feel I’d missed something. Surely, she couldn’t be offering the normal incidental activities typically involved with accompanying someone ‘back to their place.’

I had been so certain of it that I’d even possessed the courage to ask.

“Uh… to do… what?”

She laughed. It wasn’t a painful sound; it was kind and airy. The music of her laughter lined the increasingly quiet streets as the music faded away in the background.

“You’re cute,” she hummed. Then, with a wicked smirk, she purred, “You got something in mind?”

My face filled with what felt like half the blood in my body. The rest went to another, somehow even more embarrassing aspect of my anatomy.

She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed emboldened and excited by how smitten I seemed. It all felt so idyllic that I didn’t even question when she’d taken my hand in hers again.

“Come on, cutie,” she instructed.

My heart quivered at the compliment. I didn’t even try to convince myself that it had been uttered with condescension or sarcasm. I enjoyed, even just for a moment, the idea that I might be seen as something desirable to her.

I had many reasons not to trust women like her. I had been burned in the past, with ropes and blindfolds that still felt paralyzing. But in that moment, those cruel memories felt worlds away.

She had just seemed so… calm. So happy to flaunt our intertwined fingers no matter how many familiar faces we passed.

“What were you doing in a place like that, anyway?” she asked.

I laughed before I thought not to.

“Did I seem that uncomfortable?”

“Weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I was.”

The admission didn’t seem as humiliating as I’d expected it to. The girl swaying closer with each step seemed pleased at the answer. I realized that she might’ve carried her own concern that perhaps she had overstepped bounds by assuming she was doing me a favor.

“Thanks for saving me,” I reassured her.

“Please,” she sighed, “I was looking for a reason to leave.”

It was a genuine, if not puzzling statement. Although I’d failed to realize in the moment, I would come to learn that we had both arrived at the party with the exact same motivations.

“Why’d you go then?” I asked.

The glitter on her face paled in comparison to her eyes among the streetlights. While she stared at me, I lost myself in the mesmerizing cascade of fluttering incandescence among the backdrop of her irises.

It was not the alcohol in my veins that made my cheeks tinge pink. It was not the bitter heat of the drought, nor the fear of whatever was making my shoes stick to cement.

It was the sound of her sigh and the way she looked at me like I might know the solution to the problem that landed us there together.

“Hell if I know,” she laughed solemnly. “Lonely, I guess.”

That makes two of us, I wanted to say. But it could be zero. If you wanted it to.

I wasn’t drunk enough to say that, though. Just enough to not stop the seemingly rude question from slipping out.

“Do any of those people actually… like each other?”

“Definitely not,” she laughed again.

I wanted to hear it again, but I didn’t know how to make sure of that.

So, instead, I just smiled and said, “Noted.”

By some miracle, she giggled again. Once she finished, she turned to look at me. At first, I met her eyes, but the intensity caused a shiver to spark throughout my entire body. Goosebumps rippled as my heart struggled to make sense of the feelings her eyes stirred inside me.

She laughed again. I wouldn’t care if it was the hundredth time. I savored the sweet sound in each of its iterations.

With her bitten lip and her half-lidded eyes, she swayed closer to me until our bodies bumped. I wondered if she could feel the way I shivered in response.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re cute,” she answered.

It was such a strange thing for her to repeat that the insecurity riding the waves of alcohol bubbled over again.

“You aren’t drunk, right?”

Again, she laughed.

Again, I begged.

“No, silly! I know my limits.”

She certainly hadn’t been shy with sharing the lack of them, either. Her arm wrapped around mine and pulled me even closer. It took every bit of focus I could muster not to trip and bring an end to the most wonderful waking dream.

Of course, that focus vanished almost immediately once I realized what part of her anatomy was now pressed against my arm.

So soft and warm and—

“Why are you worried about it, anyway?” she hummed.

At the same time, she dipped her head down to force me to meet her eyes instead of staring at her chest. Somehow, that wasn’t the most humiliating part of the exchange. No, that honor was reserved for the question that followed.

“Are you sure you don’t have any extracurriculars in mind for when we get to my place?”

“I was just making sure!” I yelped in the most pathetic kind of defense. It took me a moment and her own wayward glances down my body to realize that the tease hadn’t been an accusation.

If anything, it felt more like an offer.

Pride and confusion swelled in my chest. In the chaos, a few words tumbled out of my mouth that I hadn’t pre-prepared.

“I-I mean, you keep calling me cute, so… Sounds like something a drunk girl would say,” I laughed.

She didn’t, though. Instead, she came to a sudden stop and her lips curled into a slightly unnerving curvature. A hungry, stomach turning desire for… something.

Me?

It couldn’t be.

I stopped, too, holding my breath and waiting for some permission or instruction to do anything but wait. Thankfully, she turned and climbed the stairs of what I could now safely assume was her porch.

She threw the door open without further fanfare but a little bit of a tease.

“Get inside, idiot,” she laughed.

I followed her instruction. Of course, I paused at the door and waited for her to show me the way. I nearly passed out when she intertwined our fingers once more and led me through the darkness of her otherwise unoccupied apartment.

My training to hopefully get into the FBI would have had me carefully inspecting her surroundings to learn more about this tantalizing woman. It wouldn’t have been a bad idea, but I knew there was no way I could focus on anything other than how it felt when she looked at me.

Especially then. Together in the light polluted darkness, she didn’t stray too far. Even when she reached behind me to shut the door to her room, she lingered.

I stumbled backwards, not in fear, but as a horrible overcorrection to what I wanted to do.

To my surprise, it didn’t dissuade her.

In fact, she came even closer. She stepped forward until her chest was pressed against mine and her breath ghosted over my ear.

“Was he right, by the way?”

“Who?”

She let go of my hand and began trailing her fingers softly up my arm until I honestly couldn’t see straight anymore.

I wanted her so badly. Almost on cue, she splayed her hand across my lower back and held my hips against hers.

Again, I whimpered. Again, she giggled.

Her hips rolled forward against my now very prominent erection wedged between us. Just before she spoke, she took a sharp inhale that was released with a shaky breath.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asked.

I couldn’t even think to speak, let alone lie.

I shook my head no. Her free hand immediately tangled in my hair, tilting my head to the side just to see whether I would resist.

I didn’t.

“Do you want to?” she asked.

That time, I had to say something. I was too afraid the moment would slip away.

“Um… are you… asking me to kiss you?”

Immediately, she returned the question with a question.

“Are you telling me no?”

“No!”

Her hand in my hair held me steady while she retreated. The room felt hopelessly cold without her body heat.

“No, no, I’m not telling you no,” I babbled while she looked on with that same wicked smile. “As in, I think my answer is… yes?”

Before I could resort to begging, she closed the distance between us. Her hands held my cheeks and pulled me forward until our lips crashed together.

I knew my kissing her was clumsy and naive, but I couldn’t help it. The moment I tasted faded fruit flavored chapstick, my mind gave up on any hope for reason.

Just when I thought she was done with me, she kissed me again. She kept kissing me—the action becoming sloppier and sweeter with every passing second.

Her hands dropped to grip fistfuls of my shirt at the same time mine jumped to cup her face.

She was so soft. The pillowy feeling of her lips made me forget how much I normally hated stickiness on my skin. Because I loved how it felt when her lips lingered.

I would’ve kissed her for hours, forever, but she ended that hope with a firm tug of my shirt before she tossed me towards her bed.

My heart leapt into my throat. It lodged itself just behind the Adam’s apple like it could hide its blatant affection from her somehow.

She stalked closer like she had before. She drew feathery patterns up my goosebump riddled arms before she whispered in my ear.

“You’re fun to kiss.”

“I-Is it bad?” I stammered, for some reason.

“No, it’s fun,” she repeated.

She didn’t dwell for a second on my insecurity and momentary idiocy. Instead, she began lowering her fingers down my stomach and giggling as she felt the muscles tense.

“You wanna do something more fun, Spencer?”

Completely lacking any oxygen, I breathed, “Like what?”

“You’re a genius, right?”

Just like that, she firmly grabbed hold of me through my pants. I responded with a broken, strangled cry that fell away the moment she started to drum her fingers against the burning fabric. 

“Do I need to say it?” she teased.

Her tongue peeked out between her teeth when she pulled back to look at me. At the same time, she began palming my erection with such familiarity that I nearly fell apart in her hand.

“Fuck,” I groaned involuntarily.

“Never heard you talk like that before,” she whispered, “Hope it’s a nice word.”

Euphoria flooded my senses that were dangerously heightened by the alcohol I’d consumed to make it through the party. Not enough to be inebriated, but enough to make me stupid.

Even more stupid than I was already made by the blood pooling in the appendage fighting against my pants.

“Fuck, please don’t stop,” I gasped. My hips started bucking against her, and for a moment, I thought she would grant me mercy.

But then her hand slowed to a stop.

“Gonna have to stop if you want to get to the fun part,” she cooed.

Half-joking, I slurred back, “Is this not the fun part?”

Then the world came to a standstill, the universe pausing its incessant tumbling to allow me to hear her next words with a crystal-like clarity.

“Do you want to fuck me, Spencer?”

I nodded without hesitation or shame.

“Use your pretty voice,” she chastised so kindly it made my heart ache.

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Yes, I want to f-fuck you.”

She smiled and it didn’t feel like a mockery, somehow.

“Good,” she chirped. Then, without hesitation, she began steadfastly undoing my pants.

She seemed so skilled at the movements that I doubted whether she’d had any alcohol at all.

I’d been so caught up in the wonder of her that every ounce of fight left my body. I let her undress me and barely managed to help in my stupor.

She still didn’t mind. The smile on her face persisted the entire time.

“Lay down,” she commanded.

I followed. I scrambled back onto her bed without ever taking my eyes off her.

She moved so elegantly, so graceful as she stripped and presented me with the most beautiful sight. My heart was pounding so hard against my rib cage that I was worried it might break free to find her.

Yet when she finally crawled on top of me, my body tried to sink into the mattress. As if to stop me, she wrapped her devilishly warm fingers around my dick.

Still, I’d managed to squeak, “Aren’t you worried that we’re… moving a little fast?”

“Are you worried?” she shot back without judgement.

My mind was caught in two types of fog, however. I tried to breathe through it, tried to think of anything besides how nice it felt when her fingers ghosted over the bare tip, but I couldn’t.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” I laughed again, the words getting caught on soft moans still pouring from my mouth.

“You tell me,” she dared.

Then she kissed me. This time, she didn’t stop at my lips. Her lithe tongue slipped between my teeth and nearly wrapped around my own.

The muffled sounds of pleasure between us were getting harder to bear. That energy, the pent up frustration of almost a full year of wanting her had to come out somehow.

I grabbed her hips harder than I thought I was capable of. My nails dug into soft flesh and it caused her to make the most beautiful sound.

That beautiful girl gasped before she moaned against my cheek. Her hips dug harder into my lap, bucking against the hardness wedged between her thighs.

I dragged my nails down her legs, surprising us both at how much I loved to watch her writhe.

Still, I knew she was the one in control. She looked down at me like a toy that played perfectly along with her fantasies.

I wanted to let her have her way with me. But when she leaned over my body, I couldn’t stop myself. My lips caught her breast the moment she came close enough.

My hands were gentler there, palming at the supple tissue that slipped between my fingers. I lavished the hardened peak at the center for as long as she would let me, suckling at her breast like a man starved.

Eventually, though, she wound a hand through my hair and pulled me back against the pillow.

In my daze, I hardly noticed the condom in her hand until she rolled the latex over my dick.

Suddenly, and without thinking, I sputtered out a confounding command.

“Wait!”

She froze. Her flushed chest heaved, still glistening with evidence of my affection.

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with the most genuine concern.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine, I just…” I tried to assure her and myself.

The poor girl looked horrified, like she was waiting for me to condemn her for her absolutely delightful enthusiasm up to this point.

It was such a silly worry that it almost made me laugh. It almost made the vulnerability that would follow feel like no risk at all.

“I need to tell you something first,” I explained.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at her. I really looked at her—that dazzling star of a girl. My student, my favorite student that I’d watched and lusted over in every class. My mind simmered with that feeling; the knowing that the thing I coveted most might actually be mine.

“I… like you,” I said.

Less eloquent than I’d hoped.

If her bubbly, wholehearted laugh was any indication, she still didn’t mind.

“Well, I’d sure hope so!” she snickered.

I felt compelled to explain.

“No, I mean, I’ve liked you for a while now. Like, I really like you,” I insisted.

That time when she kissed me, it felt like her own confession. Scooting forward until her heat was pressed against my own, she sighed happily against my lips.

“You’re so sweet, Spencer,” she hummed, “I really like-like you, too.”

Even though my mind tried to deny it, my foolhardy heart recognized the truth in her words. It clung to her the same as my hands drifting over the new marks on her thighs.

“But we don’t have to do this,” she assured me. “Do you want to do this, or do you want to stop?”

“I want you so bad,” I whined without any hesitation. “Please, please—I want you.”

That cruel twist of her lips returned. The sound of my begging urged her on until she lifted herself just above where I wanted her. She leaned forward again, propping herself up above me while her hair tickled my face.

“Kiss me,” she slurred against my lips.

I did. I kissed her even more feverishly than before and used all the air in my chest to worship her.

I was convinced my lungs would collapse when she finally started to ease her way onto my aching cock. Each second of tortuous pleasure, the scorching heat of her enveloping me like flames kissing desiccated wood.

My jaw was dropped open, my mouth losing all moisture as I panted and twitched with pleasure. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I saw her. I watched as she winced at how far her walls had to stretch around me.

Yet I felt her desire dripping at the base of me, glistening the same as my spit spread across her breast.

“That’s it, baby,” she purred as she settled at the base of me.

I looked down at where I’d disappeared inside of her and decided it was better than any magic trick I’d ever hoped to master.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered when she saw the wonder in my eyes.

Involuntarily, my hips bucked into her and made her gasp. Then, still without meaning to, I did it again.

“Yes,” I hissed when she tightened her walls around me.

“My sweet boy,” she cooed between breathy laughter, “You’re so fucking precious. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

As if she hadn’t already.

But I would come to bite my tongue quicker than the words could make it out. Because for all the pleasure her descent had brought, it couldn’t compare to the feeling of her hips subtly rocking throughout her ascent.

My body actually trembled, overcome with the unadulterated pleasure of her careful rolling up and down my dick. It seemed insane for such a simple motion to render me absolutely dumbfounded, but it did.

I didn’t say a word. The only thing spilling from my lips were moans and butchered attempts at her name.

My hands, however, wandered. They traced her silhouette and groped whatever softness it could find. They settled, naturally, at her breasts. Through the motions of curious, clumsy fingers, I felt her heart beating harder against my palm.

As its speed increased, so did that of her hips. She came down harder while the pitch of her moans grew higher and more airy.

“Spencer,” she whined.

It sounded like starlight igniting deep in my chest. I felt that tension growing in my gut, threatening to bring an end to the wonder of loving her.

“Wait,” I grunted. My hands fell to her hips and halted her movements before I begged, “Sl-Slower.”

She obliged me. With her head tipped back and her hands on my chest, she rode me so slowly that I could feel every detail of her twitching muscles.

“You’re so beautiful,” I groaned.

My hips caught me off guard as they started to move. They bucked up into her with increasing intensity until it broke her rhythm.

That beautiful girl fell forward, barely catching herself before she collapsed against my body.

“Fuck me, Spencer,” she mumbled against my neck. She interrupted her own pleas with sloppy kisses against my jugular that lit my body on fire.

That passion was quickly muted by her words, however. Because that was when she growled, “Take me, Spencer. I’m yours.”

I’d never been a particularly strong man, but there was absolutely nothing that would stop me then. My hands splayed over the back of her thighs and lifted her just enough for my hips to move freely.

She clung to me, her arms wrapped around my neck and her whole body rippling with each collision of our hips.

I fucked her harder, my hands carving the memory into her skin and my jaw clenched so tightly I thought I might draw blood from my tongue.

“You can do it, sweetheart,” she purred.  “Give it to me.”

Then, just before I found my peak, I felt it. The unmistakable feeling of pulsing muscles as her body seized in my hold.

I gasped, choking on a moan as I felt her body begging me to fill her with the full extent of my desire.

I emptied myself into the condom and wished that it could have been her instead. I felt the warmth dripping back down me and dared to wonder what it would have looked like on her now-marked thighs.

“Good boy,” she snickered like she could read those fantasies raging in my mind. “That’s my good boy.”

She lifted her head just enough to plant one final kiss on my forehead, and then she promptly collapsed against my chest. I welcomed her weight despite the lack of air. Breathing hardly seemed important compared to her comfort.

And it was comfortable for me, too. As I nuzzled against her neck, I found a sense of home that I’d never felt before.

She was sticky with sweat and spit from haphazard kisses, but she was so beautiful that I barely even noticed.

When she got off of my lap, I missed her immediately. My hand chased hers and, to my unending pleasure, she let me hold it. She lingered for as long as she could before she excused herself and left me to clean up the evidence of what we’d done.

Her room was still as quiet as before. The heavy bass from the frat house felt lifetimes away. The alcohol still swirled in my bloodstream, doing little to warm my now freezing body.

When she walked back through the door, my body flooded with relief. I watched as she grabbed all of my clothing she’s tossed around and placed each piece on the nightstand.

There was a strange sadness in her eyes that I would’ve done anything to remedy.

“Hey, uh…” I started, yet my throat closed when she looked at me.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I-I have a question,” I said.

Then paused, again.

She smiled. When that didn’t serve as answer enough, she laughed.

“Yeah?”

That lovely sound granted me the confidence to finally ask the question I’d been pondering since the moment I stepped into her room.

“Are… Are you still lonely?”

I hadn’t thought it possible, but her smile grew even brighter. Abandoning starlight for the full force of the sun that would soon peek over the horizon.

“Not so much anymore,” she answered bashfully.

I smiled, too. With a playful tilt to my shrug, I asked her one more question that begged for an answer.

“Can I stay anyway?”

Again, she giggled.

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

“So would I,” I told her.

And so, we did.

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alive

summary: Daryl finds you not too long after you get to Alexandria, ankle caught in a bear trap. What happens after is something he least expected. But, he welcomes it.

warnings: violence, mention of sexual assault, open wound, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, blowjob

misc: I pulled an old Daryl fic and did some editing just so @ambassadortotrilliusprime could have this. After learning her love of Daryl, I couldn't NOT share it. If it's liked, maybe I'll share more from the archives.

You were studying the man who was cleaning your wound, his sharp eyes focused on the blood coming from your ankle. He huffed a bit as you winced, “Had to step into a bear trap, huh?”

Daryl looked into your eyes when you asked a question, “Would you have preferred I step on a snake?”

“Depends on what kind of snake we’re talkin’ girlie...” Daryl muttered under his breath as he poured some of his water on your leg to see just what he was working with, your boot cast to the side. He grimaced when he could see better, “...because this, it ain’t looking too good. Where’d you come from anyway?”

You looked away towards the ground where your blood was collecting, swallowing thickly, “Does it matter, anymore? There’s nothing left anyway. It’s all gone. Hell, you could just leave me here to bleed out, maybe a walker finds me, who knows. But I’m not afraid of death. Not anymore. Turn away and leave me here. It’s fine.” Your voice sounded so hollow. Empty. There was pain there that had since given way to no longer caring. And while you had no real interest in living anymore, Daryl had no interest in anyone dying either. Not after Beth. Especially not someone who looked like you: small, alone, and your eyes? When they looked at him he could feel a warmth in his chest…a breath of life almost.

“The hell it is…” Daryl said nothing else as he tied his handkerchief tightly around your calf as a tourniquet before putting his crossbow back in place and bending down to scoop you up. There was no protest from you either. Instead, to his worry, your head rested against him and those eyes slowly shut. Daryl picked up his pace as he simply muttered, “Shit. Stay with me, girlie.”

You faded out as you felt the terrain shift below Daryl’s feet, your sheer exhaustion catching up to you. It wasn’t until your eyes flickered open that a sense of worry washed over you. You looked over your surroundings. It looked to be a…house, of some sort? A makeshift infirmary? Immediately you searched for a weapon of some sort. Eyes landed upon a scalpel. Perfect. Swiping it, you made to move, and pain shot through your leg. Immediately swallowing the sounds of pain you looked around and spotted a crutch across the room. Fuck. You pushed yourself up and braced yourself against the wall, making your way slowly to the crutch until you were able to grab hold of it. 

Able to move easier, you opened the door and slipped out, the bright light of the sun and the sounds of people making your head to spin until your senses realigned and you realized you were in the middle of a community. A community of people.

People were more of a threat than anything. Memories came back to the surface of your mind, your family being slaughtered by another group. The cries of your sister echoing through the woods as she was terrorized first. The only reason you weren’t found was because the idiots didn’t think to look up, and you had always been good at scaling trees. They knew you were out there, but after a while they gave up. By the time you reunited with your family, they were piled up…meat missing from their bones like butchered livestock. 

You quickly slipped away, finding refuge in a quiet corner of the community. 

Cautious, you tested a basement window and found it to be open. 

Luckily, you and your family had been rationing so you were thin enough to slip through, pulling the crutch down with you and cursing as you landed on your ass, muffling the sound of your pain as best as possible. You looked around. Perhaps this house was unused? Everything around you was coated with dust. You locked the basement door shut before going to a chair in the corner, reluctantly drifting off while clinging to the scalpel like a lifeline. 

Meanwhile, Daryl had walked into the infirmary to come and check on you. When his eyes fell on the empty bed you were originally occupying, seeing it empty, he sighed and huffed, “Jesus, girlie.”

Following your tracks was easy enough for him. You had managed to go to one of the abandoned houses and dropped into the basement window. Laying on the ground he peeked inside and found you in a chair in the corner. He saw a glint of metal in your hand. Was it a scalpel? Pushing himself up and dusting off his hands on his jeans he couldn’t help but admire you a little. You were resourceful. Though, he was shocked. For someone so accepting of death earlier you were just as quick to escape. His sharp eyes looked at the ground before looking up at the sky, rubbing his chin. What had happened to you that you were so untrusting of people?

He quietly walked through the house and made his way down to the basement. He wasn’t surprised to find the door locked. Dropping to his knees he set to work and quickly opened the door. As he stepped through and looked to his left, he realized you weren’t in the chair anymore. He cursed silently that this room had so much damn furniture to hide behind. Daryl called out, trying to let you know he wasn’t a threat, “Listen girlie, I ain’t gonna do a thing to ya.”

You watched as he walked by and you lunged from your hiding spot, taking a swing at him with the scalpel. Daryl dodged and you fell to the floor. He kicked the scalpel away from you before pinning you to the ground with his body. You cried out and tried to free yourself, kicking out with your good leg as you threw punches at him. Daryl pinned your hands to the ground and spoke calmly still, “Hey, I ain’t gonna hurt ya but you’re gonna go and hurt your damn self. Now relax.”

It was only then that you realized it was the same one who had found you in the forest, stuck in that damn bear trap. You had made peace with yourself. You were ready to die. And he came along, literally pulling you back into life. Your eyesight became blurry as a sob escaped you. Your cries racked your body and Daryl let go of your hands, clambering off of your frail body as you continued crying. Your voice sounded so full of anguish as you asked, “Why couldn’t you just leave me there to die?”

Daryl’s eyes did not waver from you as he scooped you up, “Because there’s been enough people dying that don’t deserve it. Now come on, let’s get you back in bed, girlie.”

A week passes, and having met the people of Alexandria, you realize that there isn’t anyone like what you’ve experienced in the natural world. However, you wanted to be out of this makeshift medical unit. They didn’t trust you enough to let you freely roam though. You could tell that much. Not that you could roam, not with your foot. Yet, Daryl came by to visit you, “Lookin’ better girlie. It looks like you’ve been eatin’ then, yeah?”

It was like that statement alone summoned food. 

Denise had come by with food. A plate with grits and some sort of meat. Squirrel, maybe? You smiled a thanks as Dr. Anderson came to check on your ankle. As he changed the gauze you cleared your throat and looked at Daryl, those sharpened eyes already trained on you, “I’m going to guess you’re the one the squirrel meat came from, aren’t you Daryl?” You went to take a bite as you asked, “That’s  what you were doing out there, when you found me, isn’t it?”

Daryl’s eyes lingered on you as huffed, “Been watchin’ me to figure that out, huh girlie?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yeah, your food came partly from me. What of it?”

He looked at you in a way that was suspicious. The fact that he seemed suspicious made you laugh. You couldn’t help it. It was a soft laugh, full of warmth in its genuinity. Daryl’s eyes glanced down at the floor. Just like your eyes that day in the woods and every day since, he felt that warmth blossom in his chest. When your laughter quieted, your voice came out unsure, “Nothing, just…thanks.”

“S’nothin’ just a squirrel.”

Daryl didn’t look at you and you muttered, “Doesn’t get told thank you often, got it.”

“You know Daryl, I’ve been thinking”- his eyes snapped right back to you -”I just, I know that I’m not exactly trusted yet. And I get it. But I’m dying inside of these four walls after being outside for so long, so…I was thinking maybe, maybe I could, um, nevermind.”

“Nah, what were you gonna say?” Daryl was quick to ask in response, curious about what the question was that was on your mind.

Your eyes met his and you looked away, the intensity of them making you nervous. Taking another bite, you tried again despite sounding very unsure of yourself, “I was thinking that maybe…I could…stay, stay with”- your eyes found his and the last word barely escaped your lips -”you”.

“Yeah”- Daryl’s tongue ran across his lower lip before he huffed -”okay, girlie.”

A single syllable managed to escape you, “Kay.”

True to his word, Daryl left to go and ask Rick about it. Rick looked at him with disbelief before adding, “Alright Daryl, but you keep an eye on her. You’re responsible.”

Daryl came back for you. When you moved to stand on the crutch, Daryl commented about you taking too long that way and picked you up once again. Denise picked up your few personal items along with the crutch and followed behind, commenting on how she was happy you’d be more like a part of the community and not a prisoner. Daryl huffed, “She ain’t like a prisoner. Wouldn’t let her be.”

“So if I wanted to leave, you’d let me then?”

Daryl came to a stop and looked at you, face inches from yours, “If I go with you.”

He couldn’t explain it, the effect you were having on him. A moment of silence passed between the two of you, a look of uncertainty on your face he couldn’t quite read. That first day in the woods he wasn’t sure if what he felt was real, or if the gravity of finding someone as seemingly gentle as Beth had some sort of effect on him, but every day for the past week he had visited you and that feeling grew. You were a salve for the pain he felt. Apart from that he wasn’t sure. He just knew he wanted you within his proximity. Daryl cleared his throat and continued onwards to the small home that he was assigned to recently upon request. He didn’t want to be near anyone, not with the thoughts running through his mind. 

Not that he spent much time there recently, anyway.

Only once you were both inside, Denise coming through the door behind, did he let you down. He pointed down a hall, “There’s a bedroom down there you can have. If you want to go outside…let me know, yeah?”

“Alright then.” You pushed yourself up and grabbed the crutch from Denise before commenting, “I’d like to go outside if it’s alright with you? What do ya say Daryl? Some sunshine sounds good to me.”

A few weeks had gone by and yet, here you and Daryl were, still walking side by side around the usual time. Every so often you’d look over at Daryl to study him. He liked to walk in silence, which was fine by you. You were still trying to get a read on him, really. Yet, he was doing the exact same to you.

However, he stopped in his tracks as you asked a question you had been wanting to and finally let slip into the open air, “You lost someone recently, didn’t you? Different from most.” You quickly added on, “I recognize it, that heaviness. I’ve felt it. Plus, you talk in your sleep. I can hear you…from the bed when you’re on the couch. Every now and then you say loud enough to hear one name. Beth.”

“S’nothing.”

“Daryl, it doesn’t…it doesn’t sound like nothing, you know.”

His voice snapped a bit, “Well, act like it is then, yeah girlie!?”

You looked down at the ground, “Yeah, yeah…okay.”

Daryl immediately regretted it. Both of you stood there, not sure how to proceed. It wasn’t just silence now between you. You were embarrassed. He was ashamed. You went to start walking and he grabbed hold of your hand to stop you, “Sorry. It’s just, it’s still fresh.”

“Well, so is hiding while my sister gets raped and my family gets murdered but you don’t see m”-

Your words died on your lips at the realization of what you just told him. The anger on your face was palpable. Suddenly it made so much more sense to Daryl, how you were wanting to die when he found you. You lost the only thing you knew, the only thing left that might matter in this world: your family. Your anger was wavering to tears threatening to spill. Daryl paused before deciding on, “I’m sorr”-

Before you could stop yourself, your body was acting on instinct and you threw your right fist clean across his face. You were shaking your hand and storming off as best you could by the time he looked up. Rubbing his jaw, a huff escaped him. He suddenly saw why you lasted as long as you did. There was a fire inside of you that just surfaced, but there was no way it wasn’t there before. He followed your trail like a puppy though all the way back to his house, where you slammed the door shut before he could walk inside. Oh, you are definitely not wanting to talk, then.

Two more weeks went by. He would try to talk to you and you would nod and say nothing, consumed by some book Denise gave you. Though, it wasn’t that you weren’t wanting to talk. You just…weren't sure how. Saying it, you somehow made the thoughts the only thing you saw when you closed your eyes, when you took a shaky breath in the memory of the adrenaline coursed through your veins. How were you supposed to talk to anyone about anything? Instead, you were retreating inside of your own mind. A dangerous place to go, when it’s filled with such trauma. Suddenly a pair of boots hit the couch next to you and Daryl threw his crossbow over his shoulder, “C’mon. I’m taking you huntin’ with me.”

“Not interested.” 

Daryl grabbed the book from your hand and threw it, “Weren’t reading it anyway. Been stuck on the same page for the past hour. Now put the boots on. You're gonna come with me.”

Biting your lip, you grabbed the boots and pulled them on, “How’d you know what size I wore?”

“Girlie, we’re under the same roof.”

The two of you were roughly a mile out of Alexandria, and you felt at ease more than you had before. What you didn’t realize was that Daryl felt the same way as you. As you walked through a creek bed he came to a stop on the other side, “She was someone important to me, someone I was responsible for…and” - you stopped in your tracks - “I lost her. Failed her. Shot in the head. And, I see it every time I close my eyes. So, yeah, I talk in my sleep. Because I sure as hell don’t talk about it when I’m awake.”

You lifted your head up to look at the canopy of trees above you. It was a beautiful day. Everything was like the day it all happened, but the weather had been colder. You took a deep breath in of fresh air before deciding you should return the gesture, “My family and I were foraging. We had a base camp set up a few miles off. I separated, following tracks. Thought I could get some fresh meat. Next thing I know, I hear screams. My mother. I hear my father shout, and at this point I’m running full speed. By the time I get there, they are holding my sister with a knife to her throat. On instinct, I climbed up. I watched as they…used her. Then, when they were done they slit her throat, only then killing my dad. Next, they” - you hit your forehead in frustration, as if trying to physically take the memories out - “they carved them up, taking the meat from their bones for…sustenance. Like they were cattle. And I just…watched. Too scared to move. To act. I stayed there for days, hiding among the limbs, scared they weren’t gone. Scared they were still looking for me.”

Daryl chimed in, “S’not your fault. And what would you have done? They overpowered your family, just you wouldn’t have made a hell of a difference.” 

“You don’t know me.”

Daryl’s breath caught as you turned to face him, the determination on your face giving him a pretty good idea of just who you were, “No, but I’m starting to. Slowly.”

Later that night, you were asleep in the bed and Daryl on the couch.

You were startled awake by screaming. At first, it was in your nightmares. The sound of your sister screaming and pleading. But then? You had woken up and realized the screams were coming from the house. Quickly, you got out of bed and stumbled to the living room to see Daryl thrashing on the couch. You made your way to him as quickly as possible to lean over him, arm braced on the back of the couch. You tried to whisper, “Daryl?”

His mouth parted and he whimpered, “Beth…m’sorry.”

“Daryl”- you placed a hand on his forehead to push some hair from his face - “you’ve got to wake up. You’re having a bad d” -

Daryl woke up and in an instant, he had you pinned on the ground beneath him with his knife pressed to your throat. His eyes were wild. Then, they focused on you and realized what had happened, “Shit, m’sorry girlie.”

He dropped the knife beside you and slowly got up, “M’sorry.”

His eyes fell on you. 

Almost instantly he looked away, giving his hand to help you up. The moonlight filtering through the window highlighted everything you wore, and everything you didn’t. Daryl swallowed as he felt your hand take his. Once you were standing, you didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, you walked towards the bedroom, tugging on his hand when he didn’t follow you. You cleared your throat, “Daryl?”

He chanced to look at you in that oversized thin cotton t-shirt and he felt his breathing go erratic, “Yeah?”

“I was thinking maybe…maybe” - his sharp eyes watched you patiently - “we’d get better sleep if we shared a bed. You know, a security of sorts. Wouldn’t feel alone with our nightmares. Or some sort of poetic bullshit.” On that last note your voice broke into laughter and it caught Daryl off guard. 

His eyes flickered to your hand still in his as he mulled over your proposition. He cleared his throat, suddenly finding it difficult to use words, “Yeah…yeah, alright.”

Daryl sat on the far side of the bed, taking off his boots as you made your way around to him. You stopped in front of him and he slowly looked up at you. Daryl was transfixed. His throat ran dry though as you slowly lifted the t-shirt over your head and suddenly, you were standing before him in nothing more than a pair of gray cotton underwear. You reached for his hand and guided it to the curve of your hip, your soft voice calling to him, “I want to feel something other than pain, Daryl…and I’m willing to bet that you do, as well.”

You leaned down and kissed him, whispering with a broken voice, “I want to feel alive.”

With that, Daryl’s free hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you as his lips fell on yours again. He surprised you as he once again flipped you. This time, however, it was onto the bed and he hovered over you. His fingertips ran down the center of your chest before he kneaded into the soft flesh of your breast. A sigh of pleasure escaped your lips and Daryl paused, “You sure now, girlie?”

Daryl watched as you bit your lip before nodding, “Yes, Daryl.”

His hands continued downward. He admired the feel of your soft skin beneath the thick calluses of his fingertips. You were a vision. He wondered if he closed his eyes, would you disappear? His lips and tongue chased the trail of his fingertips, leaving a wave of fire in his tracks. By the time he made it to the hem of your underwear you were panting in need and a ghost of a smile was on Daryl’s lips as he saw the dampness of your arousal on the fabric. Hooking his thumbs on either side, he pulled them down your legs, gravity causing them to fall open. 

Daryl spent very little time looking at you. Instead, he fell on his knees and hooked his arms under either of your legs, tugging you to the edge of the bed, “You wanna feel alive girlie?”

As you opened your mouth to answer, his tongue delved into your folds before traveling up towards your clit, causing your answer to die and one guttural moan to fall from your lips instead. Daryl matched your moan as he savored the taste of you. Your hands immediately found his hair and held him there as your hips bucked up to him naturally. His arms were still wrapped around your legs and Daryl used that to hold you still. As his tongue worked your clit, you felt yourself approaching a feeling you hadn’t felt in so long. Your hands clenched onto the bed sheet as you cried from how exquisite you were feeling, “Please, Daryl…I- I’m cummi- oh god.”

He rubbed your thighs as you came down from your high. Daryl thought you might be satisfied until you whispered three small words, “I need more.”

Your words caused his hands to still, “Are you…are you sure?”

As he stood up, rubbing his jaw, you sat up and hastily freed his cock from his jeans. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth with the taste of his precum on your tongue. At the same time Daryl shuddered under your touch. This was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. His head hung back as his eyes closed in bliss, “Jesus. That’s it.”

You took as much of him as you could without gagging, humming so he could feel the extra sensation of it. As you went to pull back it was Daryl’s turn to grab you by the hair and hold you in place. He rocked his hips to test you, and when you started gagging he pulled you off of him. Trails of spit kept you connected though. And then he nodded, “Lay back for me.”

Daryl climbed on the bed and nestled himself between your legs before pulling his shirt off. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he slid inside of you, both of you moaning as he bottomed out inside of you and your hands found his triceps. As he thrust into you again, he huffed, “Yer beautiful. With a” - he thrust inside of you again - “cunt that feels like” - again he bottomed out and you cried out for him - “heaven. I’ma start calling you angel, girlie.”

The two of you were slick with sweat and the sounds escaping you were unabashedly loud. Daryl doubled his efforts to get you to cum on his cock before he found his own release. He leaned back to look down at where he was buried inside of you and christ, he almost came right there. His thumb found your clit as he continued driving into you. You were this close to losing yourself and that is what sent you over the edge. Your words were incoherent as you came around him, your cum leaking out each time he pulled back to soak the sheet beneath you just that much more. As you regained sense, Daryl leaned down and kissed you deeply. 

You returned it, which he wasn’t expecting, and the action had him cumming deep inside of you. 

Daryl stilled and turned you to look at him with your chin between his thumb and finger, “Feelin’ alive yet, angel?”

You looked at him with a soft smile, “Absolutely.”

“Good, now” - Daryl rolled to the side, pulling you towards him - “let’s both get sleep.”

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That Feeling

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Modern!AU

Words: 1100

Summary: When your friend started dating a new guy, you didn’t think much of him, yes he was a biker, covered in tattoos, yes he had very similar friends, yet Steve was a good man, during a meeting you managed to catch the eyes of Bucky, and that’s when your life changed.

When Sharon started dating Steve, you had your doubts.

She often told you she only agreed to go out with him because he was dangerous. “Every girl likes a wild bad boy they cannot tame.” is what she said.

Although you didn’t agree with her reasoning you did agree. Every girl liked a bad boy. You just felt bad for Steve, he didn’t deserve this treatment. You only met him once when he picked up Sharon, although he had a hard exterior, the man was full of muscle and ink under his skin, yet his eyes were gentle and kind, and he spoke with such respect and kindness.

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Pity

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Modern!AU

Words: 960

Summary: You and Ivar had been dating for some time now, but whenever you stayed over at Ivar’s parents’ house, a certain brother liked to make comments, that is until you shut him down.

  You had no doubt in your mind that Ivar was the most handsome man you have ever seen.

Every single morning as you woke up, seeing him sleeping next to you, you always took your time to admire him. Even though he had his own demons, you loved him. Ivar was said to be a heartless man, someone that many feared, someone only their own mother would care for, but that never stopped you.

You saw beyond his act. You saw the broken man behind the mask he wore.

Getting close to him was probably the hardest most difficult thing you have ever done. But in the end it was all worth it.

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