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"Nice tat." said Glenn, first noticing after you hiked up your pant leg to check for ticks. You'd just gotten back from a supply run that forced you to cut through some particularly tall grass when a small walker herd happened by.
"Thanks! My old buddy, Kat, did it for me. She has—or, had—a shop back in Seattle." you explained, smoothing your fingers over the image of an adorable sleeping red panda.
"You got any more?" questioned Beth as she bounced Judith gently on her knee.
"Yeah, I got one here—" you turned so your back was to them, showing a small blue bird in flight on your shoulder blade. Then, turning around again, you lifted your shirt slightly to reveal two koi fish, red and black just above your pelvic bone. "—and right here."
"What do they mean?" Carl piped up, making you chuckle.
"Not much, really. I just like animals." you told him at first but then remembered something else. "Though there did used to be an aquarium near my house when I was a kid. They had this big koi fish pond. You could go in and feed 'em for a nickel. That was pretty cool."
The four of you smiled at the thought.
"I always thought about getting something but never actually got around to it. Guess I never will…" Glenn mused, shrugging.
"Well, I could still give you one. Don't know how clean it would be, though." you joked, making him shake his head with a laugh.
It was just after they'd departed that you looked to the left and saw Daryl sitting on top of an adjoining table, whittling what appeared to be a wooden stake. He looked back down at his work when your eyes met and you had to wonder how long he'd been staring. You turned your head away, biting your lower lip to suppress the goofy smile you could feel forming. Though you'd never say it out loud, you had always thought he was quite the looker. From the day you met on the road to the prison, there was an energy between you that was hard to ignore. You were a natural-born hunter, having spent numerous summers learning to track, shoot, and trap with your grandparents. This earned you a lot of respect from the others for your contributions but especially Daryl. That wasn't where your similarities ended, however.
While he was more open and talkative with those he'd known longer, it was clear he didn't care much what others thought of him. You were the same way, though you hadn't always been. Back in the day, you were way more friendly, you may have even been considered a social butterfly. With the changing times, however, you had learned to keep a healthy distance between yourself and strangers. There was just no telling what the people you came across had been through and what they were willing to do to keep going. This had been your initial approach to the group but after some time, you could tell there was something different about them. A sense of community amidst all the bloodshed. At any rate, you were happier than you had been in a long time.
The next day, you'd woken up early with the intention of checking some traps you had set up earlier for small game. Bow slung over your shoulder, with a gun on your hip, you approached the front gate. Just as the guards on duty were about to let you out, a familiar voice told them to wait. You looked behind you, shielding your eyes from the rising sun to see Daryl bounding up to meet you.
"You going out?" he asked, his voice sounding a little deeper than normal.
So that's what his morning voice is like…
You nodded, a faint smile on your lips.
"Yeah, I was just gonna check on my traps. See if I caught anything." you explained.
Daryl paused, seeming to study you. You didn't mind, content to take in the beauty of his steely blue eyes.
"I'll go with you." he said after a moment, gesturing for the guards to let you both through.
"Fine by me." you replied, halfway between flirtation and simple pleasantry. Noting this, Daryl's lips quirked up in a small smile, giving an amused hum in response.
You walked for a while in comfortable silence, watching each other's backs and looking out for anything else you could kill. Most of your traps had done the trick, giving you a few rabbits and squirrels to take back. You were just about finished when you came upon a broken snare with only the head of a rabbit left behind. The sapling you'd secured the leader line to had snapped in the center, leaving the remainder of the limb hanging on by a thread. There was blood on the noose, indicating that whatever or whoever, must've yanked the rabbit hard enough to sever it from its body.
"Undead bastards…" you muttered to yourself, crouching down to try to mend it. Glancing over at Daryl, you tilted your head, watching him. He scanned your surroundings with a vigilance you had come to know well. It made you wonder what he'd been like before. "Why'd you come out with me?"
The question had slipped out before you fully registered it. Daryl met your eyes briefly before looking onwards again.
"I like the fresh air." he replied plainly, making you chuckle despite your mild disappointment. You glanced across the way at a rotting walker.
"I'd hardly call this air fresh." you quipped, still tending to the snare.
"Yeah, well…" Daryl trailed off, kicking a nearby rock.
Carefully untwisting the leader line so as to not cut your fingers, you pocketed the wire, figuring that it'd be easier to repurpose the trigger than to find another sapling to reattach it to. Setting up a trap lower to the ground may also account for any human interference, undead or otherwise. As you worked, you could feel Daryl's gaze on you again, following your hands as they moved along the thread. You couldn't help but laugh, your next words slipping out fearlessly.
"And here I thought you had some big crush on me." you teased, glimpsing the caught expression he wore before quickly composing himself.
"Hmph…" he grunted, that same muted smile appearing, though it was noticeably a little wider this time. "Who told you that?"
"So it's true." you remarked, standing up when you'd finished your new trap.
"What if it was?" asked Daryl, prompting you to turn towards him. You smiled, a wicked glimmer in your eye as you took a few paces forward, closing the gap between you.
"Guess that depends…" your voice was softer, only adding to the rising tension that had begun to form. You were close enough that if he wanted to lean in to kiss you, he could. "You free tonight?"
Daryl nodded, still lingering over the sight of your lips and what they might feel like against his. You pulled back, enjoying this new development. You'd be lying if you said you didn't walk a little faster on the way back just to give him a view of your ass. It was obvious you had wanted each other for a while but now, in just a few short hours, your fantasies would become a reality.
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The rest of the day went by faster than you expected it to, spending a majority of your time helping Carol on weapons training with the kids. When she asked what you were doing later, you wondered briefly whether you should tell her the truth or not. You knew she and Daryl were close but it had never really been your style to kiss and tell. And you hadn't even kissed yet. Although, this all seemed rather pointless when she gave you a knowing smile and a playful elbow to the ribs. Perhaps you hadn't been as discreet as you thought.
It was some time after dinner that you saw him again. Thankfully, you'd had the chance to rinse off and fix your hair a little before, though you didn't bother too much with an outfit. If all went well, it would just end up on the floor, anyway. Daryl knocked lightly at the doorway of your cell, announcing himself.
"Wasn't sure where we was s'posed to meet…" he admitted, seeming unsure for the first time since you'd known him. You chuckled. It was kind of adorable.
"Aw, yeah, don't worry about it. I actually have a place I wanna show you, it's a little more private…" you said, hopping up from your cot to join him.
Nodding, you began to lead the way, Daryl following close behind. You opted not to take his hand, lest you arouse suspicion from anyone as you passed by. That didn't help with your ache to touch him, though it was only a short trip until you reached it. Opening a door at the end of a hallway, you revealed a relatively untouched room, one you had discovered when helping to clear the area for walkers. It was furnished with one of the standard-issue cots and a good-sized leather couch, the latter of which was far more comfortable. In the leftmost corner there was a writing desk with a name plaque that read; Warden Vail. Turning to Daryl, you swore the look he was giving you could've brought you to your knees. Perhaps it would. He leaned in close, your positions from this morning now reversed.
"You still want this?" Daryl murmured, the subtle rasp behind it making the ache between your legs that much stronger. You nodded, breathing slowly.
"I want this…" you told him, silently begging for him to take it further. With this, he did, steadily closing in until his lips were finally against yours. It was gentle at first, as if he were testing the waters before his hands were on your hips and he was pressing you to the doorframe. A soft sound of pleasure escaped you when he did, providing him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You readily obliged, your hand coming up to rest at the back of his head, running your fingers gently through his hair. Daryl seemed to enjoy this by the quiet grunt he let out and the direct motion to guide you into the room thereafter.
Without breaking from your touch, he kicked the door softly behind him to shut it. Once it was, his hands were all over you and yours on him. Sliding up beneath your tank-top, Daryl groaned at your lack of a bra. You grinned, enjoying the rough quality of his palms as he groped and squeezed your chest. Pulling away, you instinctively put your arms up to help him tug the fabric off. Now bare from the waist up, you leaned breathlessly into him as he moved down your body, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Biting your lip, you watched in anticipation as he moved lower still, kissing down your torso until he reached your shorts.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he tugged them off your hips, letting gravity do the rest. Daryl practically growled at the sight of your exposed pussy, dropping to his knees and spreading your legs apart. Holding onto your thighs, he shoved his head between them, tonguing eagerly at your wetness. You moaned, your fingers finding their way into his hair again and tugging lightly. The pleased noise Daryl made in response reverberated through your body like an electric shock, making you cry out once more. His movements were so erratic that his nose nudged your clit with every flick of his tongue across your cunt. Noticing how wild it made you, he kept it up for a while longer before eventually moving up to lick and suck at the sensitive area.
"You taste 'fuckin good…" Daryl mumbled, still laving over your clit at a steady pace. You whined, unable to resist rocking your hips against his face. As he went on lapping, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy, you could feel your head begin to swim. You were close.
"Just like that…" you told him, your voice faltering under the waves of pleasure that swept through you, growing bigger by the minute.
Doing as you said, Daryl continued to lap at you, stopping only to transfer you to the couch when he felt your legs begin to shake. Once you were in a safer position, he dove back in, the cool sensation of the leather upholstery beneath you providing a nice contrast to the aching heat between your thighs. You smiled, more than happy to have such an eager man tending to you. Even the inkling that he may tire soon didn't cross your mind as you reveled in the beauty of his mouth on your pussy. It was when you felt your edges begin to blur and the familiar build of a thousand tiny bursts of dopamine that you cried out his name, eyes screwing shut. You panted, moaning and arching your back involuntarily as he licked you through it. The smugness of his grin was not lost on you while he did so, shaking your head with a laugh. If there was anything to be cocky about, it was this.
After taking a second to collect yourself, you pulled Daryl up towards your face, kissing him without care of where he'd just been. When you both broke for air, you laughed again.
"I can't believe you still have all your clothes on." you pointed out, earning a soft chuckle from him.
"Got busy…" Daryl joked, pressing another kiss to your lips.
"Well, you do good work." you praised, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. He smiled at this but quickly looked away, clearly trying to hide the red tinging on his cheeks. This made your smile grow wider and perhaps a tad devious. Then, cupping his jaw, you turned his face back to you, gently tracing your thumb over his lower lip. "You wanna be my good boy, Daryl?"
He paused, his recognition of what you were doing coming a second later.
"Yes, ma'am…" Daryl replied, the evidence of his increased arousal pressing insistently against your thigh. You could hardly contain your excitement, delighting in the moan that slipped from him when your leg shifted slightly under him.
"Strip for me, baby." you directed.
Daryl nodded, getting up from his place over you to take his shirt and vest off, tossing them both behind him. You laid there, watching him undo the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, sighing at the relief he must've felt after having his hard cock confined for so long. Eyes still trained on him, you brought a hand down to toy with yourself a little as he freed himself from his underwear. Seeing this, Daryl groaned quietly, his dick twitching with need. Spitting in his palm, he gripped himself, stroking in time with your slow pumps in and out of your cunt. It was as if he could read your mind.
"That's good, honey…" you muttered, admiring the effortless power behind every one of his movements and the way his stomach muscles tensed with each stroke.
The years of fighting, pre and post world-ending events had left him strong, despite the range of scars spanning his body, some more pronounced than others. When it got to be too hard to just watch him, you sat up, crawling to meet him at the end of the couch. Cupping his face with one hand, you kissed him sweetly as you took over for him with the other. He moaned heavily when your hand wrapped around his cock, leaning deeper into your lips and thrusting without thought. Mimicking his earlier actions, you slowly moved from his mouth to kiss down his jaw, sucking lightly at his neck. You'd have bit him but with the undead-connotation, you felt the act was somewhat tainted. Continuing your path down his chest, you circled the head of his cock, smearing the precum as it collected under your thumb.
Daryl was fighting hard not to let the higher pitched noises escape him, throwing his head back and breathing deeply. He wavered slightly as you licked a stripe down his happy trail, letting out a small whimper before promptly sinking his teeth into his lower lip. You gazed up at him, the triumphant look on your face being met with an amused scoff. It's when you swiped your tongue over his slit that Daryl really let go, openly moaning as his hands fisted in your hair. He noticeably didn't push you further down, allowing you ultimate control over the pace. Feeling especially pleased with him in that instance, you teased him only a bit, suckling at the head before taking him as deep as you could.
"Fuck!" Daryl cursed sharply, tugging at your hair when he hit the back of your throat.
Suppressing your gag reflex to the best of your ability, you laid your tongue flat against his cock, running it along the underside to great effect. You moved up and down on his shaft, your spit mixing with his precum, allowing an easier slide. At this point Daryl is a mess above you, moaning loudly when you cup his balls and start massaging them. Lapping at him simultaneously is what makes a deep groan erupt from his throat and the grip in your hair tighten.
"Gonna make me cum like that…" he manages through panting breaths, prompting you to carefully pull away. Daryl looked down at you in confusion, opening his mouth to ask why you stopped before noticing the devilish smile you wore. "What?"
Getting up from the couch, you grabbed his hands and pushed him into a sitting position on it. Then, you climbed onto his lap, angling yourself above him. Daryl considered your position for a second, cock twitching with need in such close proximity to your pussy.
"I ain't tying to have no baby." he told you. You chuckled, finding his practicality very refreshing.
"Neither am I. I got sterilized years ago." you reassured him. Daryl raised his eyebrows, humming in acknowledgment.
"You got any more surprises for me?" he questioned with a smile, running his thumb over your jawline.
"We'll see..." you replied, leaning forward to connect your lips in another passionate kiss.
As you mouths moved in sync, Daryl's hips bucked up instinctually, moans escaping the both of you at the contact. Taking hold of his shaft, you whined when the head of his cock prodded at your tight hole. Edging it inside, you gasped when your wetness made it so you sunk down quicker, taking him in all at once. Daryl clutched onto your ass, sighing heavily at the relief your warm pussy brought him. You groaned, fingers tangling in his hair as you started to rock your hips, slow but steady. He met your thrusts in kind, grunting with effort, and hitting every sweet spot inside you. Kissing him hard, your hands ran over his chest, eventually finding purchase on his shoulders. Nails digging in, you gripped him tighter when you sped up, your thighs beginning to ache from the exertion. This was easy to ignore, however, your attention drawn to the look on Daryl's face as you rode him. Head tilted back, his eyebrows knit together, and his mouth hung slightly open, gravelly moans and even the occasional whine spilling out. At the same time, you could feel the tension in your core expanding, nearly on the verge of collapse. Bringing a hand down between the two of you, your fingers rubbed your sensitive clit, causing you to clench around his cock. Daryl bucked gracelessly into you, groaning at the heightened sensation.
"You gonna cum for me?" you whispered in his ear, and he nodded vigorously.
Then, glancing down, he moved your hand out of the way, dragging his thumb over your clit. The feeling of his rough fingers and his movements inside of you were enough to send you over the edge, tensing around him once more. Cursing again, Daryl scrabbled for your hips, his last few thrusts sloppy and more desperate than before until at last he stilled, cumming deep inside you. You brought him to your chest, stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head as you both came down.
"Good boy…" you uttered gently, feeling him smile against your skin.
The last thing you could remember from that night was laying your head on Daryl's chest, pulling the cot's blanket over the both of you. You slept peacefully until the morning light shone through the window above the couch. When you woke, Daryl was gone. At first, you frowned, a tad disappointed by the possibility that this had only been a one time thing but when you walked over to the desk, you saw something that changed your tune. Two hand-carved wooden koi fish and a note that read:
Gone fishing. See you tonight?
-Daryl
You smiled. Indeed, he would.