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keeping quiet

daryl dixon x f!reader

masterlist summary: after weeks of having no time to each other, you decide to try and keep it down with your husband. warnings: 18+ content, established relationship, fluffy daddy daryl, two chaotic children of your own, married couple banter, handjobs (both receiving), oral (m. receiving), daryl’s hand is over readers mouth for like ever, unprotected p in v, creampie, probably terrible and incoherent but idcccc word count: 5.7k a/n: i love established relationship papa daryl sorry not sorry. also sidenote (incase there is confusion): i love love love lydia in twd and have since decided i would be naming my future daughter lydia, so i did go ahead and name reader’s daughter lydia… lowkey tipsy writing this so apologies for any errors or extra freakiness. also unedited and definitely not proofread and im too tired to care so enjoy this while i crawl back into hiding…

It was a humid August evening and you were at your wits end, dealing with children was hard, add heat to the mix and you were pretty much ready to clock out of mothering for the day.

Daryl, your doting husband, decided to lessen your load (after coming home and seeing your toddler covered in flour) and take over for the night time routine.

Finally with time to yourself, you brewed yourself some tea and did some skincare in the privacy and comfort of your shared bedroom. Daryl had so kindly gotten you a new pajama set while on a run since you had been complaining about not having something nice to sleep in for a few weeks, and he wasn’t about to let his wife be upset.

Daryl was in the main bathroom giving your toddler, Lydia, a bubble bath before bed since she had gotten into the pantry and made a huge mess (which he cleaned as well). You felt bad for him because he had just been out in the Virginian heat for eight hours fighting off walkers and whatnot, and now he had to deal with sticky fingers and crying children, but he insisted with a firm forehead kiss after seeing your distress and decided this would be a great time to bond with his kids.

You were sipping your tea in your bedroom and figured things were going well. There was no screaming, no crying, and no loud mysterious bangs from the opposite end of the house so you figured Daryl had it under control.

Oh, how wrong you were.

A couple peaceful moments later you could hear your son, Oliver, sprint down the hallway with thumping footsteps which soon stopped after crashing into something. Your body tensed as silence fell over the house, not even the mice in the walls moved. Eventually, the five year old burst into tears and you bristled at the sound.

Putting your teacup down, you made your way outside to comfort your son but was surprised to see Daryl already crouched by him, brushing his thumbs over Oliver’s cheeks. It seemed he had been playing with his trucks and wasn’t watching where he was going, which ended up in him running head first into the edge of the couch.

You watched as Daryl soothed Oliver quietly and rubbed his hand over his head gently, your gaze slowly dragging over to the open bathroom door. It felt like cold water splashed onto you as you realized Daryl had left Lydia alone in the bathtub, and your motherly instincts kicked in and you sprinted towards the bathroom.

Daryl was caught off guard by your sudden movement and turned to watch you, fear etched into your expression as you dashed into the bathroom. But of course, Daryl was smart enough to have Lydia in shallow water so she wouldn’t drown. You exhaled in relief as you watched the two year old splash around with her toys in the soapy water, and wiped a hand over your forehead.

Your husband slowly appeared at your side holding Oliver’s hand and gently rubbed your back, “you wanna put ‘im to bed while I get her ready?”

You turned to look at Daryl with slight exhaustion in your eyes before glancing down at your sniffling son before nodding. He gave a gentle kiss to your temple before handing off your son to you. Daryl walked over to the tub and pinched your daughter’s cheek before informing her it was time to get out, you smiled softly before switching your attention to your son and brought him to his room.

Down the hall you could hear Lydia’s squealing giggles and your heart warmed in happiness, and at the same time Oliver squeezed your hand. You felt so incredibly lucky to have such an amazing family despite them tiring you out.

As Oliver climbed into his bed, you crouched down on the floor and brushed your hand over his forehead. Your heart ached at the feeling of a small bump forming and you frowned, a little upset your son had been reckless.

“Oli… you’ve got to be more careful,” you murmured softly, his pout matching yours. He just blinked groggily and nodded, closing his eyes.

“I know mama,” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. Pitiful yes, but oh so cute with his little frown and sleepy voice.

You hummed a little tune as you brought the blanket snuggly over his small body, kissing his forehead once you stood up. “Goodnight sweetheart,” you whispered and quietly walked out.

As you closed the door, you could hear a quiet “night mama” and smiled before shutting the door. You padded down the hallway and passed by Lydia’s room, peering through the crack in the door and saw Daryl dressing your daughter. A rush of warmth flooded through you as you heard the soft tone he was using with her, so tender and adoring. Of course he loved both your children equally, but you can tell he favoured her slightly more. Lydia was her father’s girl and you were totally okay with always being second place to her.

“No more making messes hm?” Daryl murmured to Lydia after putting her jammies on and began to dry her hair, “gotta stop givin’ yer mama trouble.” Your smile softened and stopped by the door a little longer to listen to them.

Lydia babbled, “I have fun.”

“’m sure ya do sweetheart,” Daryl laughed softly, “but yer tirin’ out yer mama.” Lydia just shrugged as clueless toddlers do and you could hear Daryl huff out in amusement.

You decided to head back to your bedroom since Daryl started to put Lydia down for bed, and once you got into the room, you blew out the candles on your nightstand. Your tea, now lukewarm, was waiting for you on the nightstand and you chugged down the remainder of the cup.

You were just fluffing up your pillow when Daryl entered the bedroom quietly. You paused and turned to look at him, noticing the exhaustion in his body. He glanced up at you and gave a weary smile before walking over, his footsteps muted on the carpet you’d chosen to decorate the room with.

“Hey baby,” he murmured, embracing you with his big, strong arms. “Ya feelin’ alrigh’?”

You smiled softly against his shoulder and melted in his grasp, your chests pressed close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat. A large hand stroked your back soothingly and rid you of any mental ailments you were feeling as of late, but you could also feel his sleepiness in his touch.

You tucked your face into his neck and responded with a soft brush of your lips against his skin, “bit tired… Thanks for taking care of the kids tonight, know you had a busy day.”

“My job ‘s to help ya,” he shook his head against yours, swaying your bodies. “Don’ matter if I did a lot today.” You didn’t say anything and just hummed in response, allowing him to hold you in silence for a little while.

It had been a while since the two of you had a moment alone together, and a moment of quiet that is, so you both took advantage of the silence. Daryl’s fingers drummed softly against the small of your back and his free hand held the back of your head, cradling you close. You appreciated this, appreciated him. Daryl was the everything you could’ve dreamed for in a husband and father to your children, and you felt so unbelievably lucky to have met him.

The hand on your head began to stroke your hair softly and you felt him start to pull away. His hands cupped either side of your face and gave you a kiss on the forehead, and then gave you a little pat on the bum before walking over to the bathroom.

“Go lie down, I’ll join ya in a minute.” His soft rumble had you yearning for more contact, not wanting the moment to end yet.

With a quiet sigh, you followed his slight command and reached for your pillow to continue fluffing it. You could hear him move around behind the closed bathroom door and you were glad to have influenced him to take care of himself more, not that he didn’t before, but it was obvious having a little feminine energy in his life influenced his behaviour. For the better, wink wink.

Before getting into bed, you turned off the lights so that the room was lit by the lamp on your nightstand, painting the room in a warm, intimate dimness that you enjoyed. Daryl liked sleeping in darkness, but you preferred to have some light and it created a divide between you two—all in good fun of course.

You two would bicker like you were in your 80’s about how it was ”lamp on night” or ”pitch black night.” It would either end up with Daryl giving in to your needs and sleep with a pillow over his eyes, or he would wrap you up tightly in his arms so you wouldn’t feel frightened. Either way, you won.

You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a deep sigh before pushing the covers back and slipping underneath them. A muffled gag could be heard from the bathroom and you snorted in amusement, Daryl was probably brushing his teeth and was now deepthroating his toothbrush.

You sat up against the headboard because you didn’t want to sleep without him, fluffing up the blankets so you were cushioned comfortably. Again, since it’s been a while since you’ve had a moment alone with him, you wanted to prolong the night for as long as you could.

Daryl left the bathroom after a few minutes, wiping his face with a towel, and shirt was—to your pleasure—off. He let out a grunt as he tossed the towel into the hamper and soon his back was to you. You admired him from behind, the way his back rippled when he picked out a shirt in his dresser, the scars adorning his skin, and you wanted nothing more than to just feel his skin against yours.

“Don’t put on a shirt.” The words left your mouth before you could stop. He looked over his shoulder, shirt in hand, and huffed with the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

He dropped the shirt and walked over to the bed, and you now noticed his belt was undone. He sat down onto his side of the bed and grabbed your ankle over the covers, “should I sleep in my underwear then?” He meant it purely humorously but you raised your brows, not totally opposed to the idea. He snorted and shook his head, letting go of your ankle. “Dumbass.”

You laughed and threw yourself across the bed to press your face into his shoulder, taking an obligatory whiff of his scent. “Oh, c’mon..” you groaned softly, biting back a grin.

He brought his hands down to unzip his pants and kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers. He stood up and turned to face you and the bed. You felt the mattress dip as he crawled onto it, and a squeal escaped you when he lightly tackled you into the sheets.

“Only if ya wear yer nothin’,” he mumbled against your neck jokingly. He peppered ticklish kisses onto your neck which elicited small giggles accompanied by your hands weakly pushing at him.

His hands slid under the blanket and spread out over your hips, taking the fabric of your shorts between his fingers. Your giggles subsided when he started to pull away and you brought your hands up to his cheeks, rubbing over the rough stubble along his jaw. He peered down at you and moved the covers aside to take a gander at your pajamas, his lips pulled into an approving line.

“Suits ya,” he mumbled, rubbing a thumb along your side. His touch made you shiver lightly and couldn’t help but feel a little thrill.

“You picked well,” you hummed with a cheeky smile, but he didn’t notice, too busy wandering over your body. You laid back against the bed and let your body relax, and soon he joined, letting himself lie down on top of you—while making sure not to crush you.

Your fingers dragged through his shaggy hair, combing through the tangles as he laid his head down on your chest. He let out a deep sigh which almost resembled the way dogs huff, and it made you laugh a little. His cheek smushed against your chest at the sound of your laugh, but he didn’t care enough to ask why you were laughing, so he continued to bury his face in your boobs.

“God, I missed ya.” He groaned softly, slightly muffled by your chest.

“Missed me or my boobs?” You joked which earned a pinch.

“Mmm, both.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his admission, looking down to see him kissing over your clothed chest. Nothing about this gesture was inherently sexual, and it didn’t seem like he was intending to rile you up, but you couldn’t help but want more.

You shifted underneath him and once his kisses stopped, you let out an involuntary sigh of disappointment. You felt him pause and he lifted his head to meet your gaze, silently questioning you.

You dismissed him with a gentle shake of your head but he was insisted, he always was, and pressed (quite literally) with a squeeze to your waist.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asked gently, ducking his head to maintain eye contact with you. One thing about Daryl, he was able to make you bend and fold under minimal pressure, and he was damn good about it.

You weren’t necessarily shy about your sexual desires, especially not to him, but you felt like a horny teenager. With a reluctant sigh you responded sheepishly, “was just hoping you’d… keep going. Missed you, for a long time now.”

His eyes softened and he let out a small breath of air, his thumbs circling your waist on either side. “Missed ya too, y’know I have been. But are ya not worried about wakin’ the kids? ‘Cause darlin’… ya ain’ exactly quiet.”

All sweetness and lovey-doveyness was quickly thrown out the window and you rolled your eyes dramatically, pushing him away by his face. He laughed gruffly and rolled over to his side of the bed before slinging an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close.

“You’re an asshole,” you grumbled, but there was no heat in your tone. He chuckled softly, bringing his free hand down to pull the covers over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth.

You exhaled softly and pressed your cheek to his shoulder to look up at him, smiling a little when you found he was already looking down at you. He leaned down to peck your lips while simultaneously tugging you impossibly closer, practically molding you to him.

A pleased hum sounded from you and he leaned down to kiss you again, then again, and again. Soon, the kisses became more drawn out and hungrier, but all the more loving and affectionate. His lips moved against yours with patience and tenderness, his free hand sliding off your thigh and onto your cheek.

He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, and you immediately melted against him. His hand slid down to palm at your breast to rub and squeeze over the thin pajama tank you were wearing. A moan threatened to tear itself from your throat and like he sensed it, Daryl quickly sealed his lips over yours to swallow the moan.

He broke the kiss soon after and smirked subtly while his hand continued to rub at your breast, “told ya. Can’ keep quiet at all.” Before you could snap at him, he kissed you again.

You couldn’t stay angry at him, not when he was kissing you so softly and full of everything you’ve been wishing for for months. To be fair, you weren’t even angry, just annoyed he was right. The kiss ended shortly after and you stared up at him, hoping he’d continue.

His eyes burned through yours, and with a silent agreement, he pounced.

Daryl sat up and pulled you with him so your back was against his chest and you were sitting on his lap. An arm rested against your collarbones and held you against his shoulder, his free hand tracing circles on your knee. You could feel the faint thump of his heart on your back, and it was racing just as fast as yours.

You closed your eyes as his hand dragged up your thigh tantalizingly slow, a soft breath leaving your lips as he turned his head to nuzzle against yours, his nose rubbing into your hair. You missed the sex, that was obvious, but you missed this the most of all. The intimacy of it all, the closeness of him not only physically, but spiritually.

You would never have this closeness with anyone else, and it was almost bittersweet knowing you’d only feel this way with your husband. He made you feel so safe in his arms, protected, and loved.

A sharp cry tore itself out of you before you could even stop it when he suddenly pressed his palm against your core, and he quickly slammed a hand over your mouth. Your face immediately went warm not only from how loud you were, but how sensitive you’d gotten. Hell, you didn’t even take any clothes off yet.

“Christ woman, barely touched ya.” He mumbled mostly to himself. He kept the hand over your mouth as he began to slowly palm you through your shorts, the layered fabric giving you some much needed friction and sent a surge of arousal through you. He brushed his lips against you earlobe and took it between his teeth, nibbling it, his hot breath caressing your already warm skin. “Yer so hot here,” to emphasize his point, he pushed his fingers down against your sex, its heat wafting from your shorts.

You couldn’t even snap back or defend yourself because one—it was true, and two—his hand was still firmly planted against your mouth so all you could manage was a noncommittal, muted whine.

Daryl laughed low and rough into your ear, and shifted his hips up to show you he was just as needy as you were. His cock, solid beneath you, molded against your ass as he ground up into you.

“Ya gonna be quiet?” He whispered softly, his words curling around you almost tauntingly. This time, he lifted his hand off your mouth so you could respond.

“Y-Yes,” your affirmation came out breathy and desperate, canting your hips towards his hand.

He was silent for a moment and stilled against you before suddenly lifting you with one arm and shoving your shorts down with the other. He gave you a look that read ”don’t make a sound” so you were conscious about not making a peep. You definitely didn’t want to wake the kids.

Daryl gingerly shifted you on top of him and looked up at you for permission to cover your mouth again, which you granted. With his hand over your mouth and his free hand between your legs, you both felt comfortable enough to continue this tryst.

His fingers slid under your panties and immediately found your soaking folds, pressing his middle finger through your center. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder as a moan squeezed its way out of you, and your eyes fluttered shut.

You could hear Daryl’s breath hitch, and he took the opportunity to mouth at your throat while it was bared to him, simultaneously dragging his fingers up and down your cunt. His callouses were rough against your clit but it made all the sensations all the more pleasurable.

While you huffed and wailed underneath his palm, you stuck your tongue out to lick at his hand, tasting the salty sweat that was beginning to accumulate from the strain he was using to hold back. Daryl wanted nothing more than to just give it to you, but he knew that wasn’t exactly plausible in your shared situation at the moment.

His lips broke contact with your throat to look down at where his hand was pleasuring you and angled his hand further down to press two thick fingers against your slit, groaning against your throat as your pussy gave way and welcomed his digits in.

You both moaned in unison as your walls clenched around his fingers, the thickness of two almost enough to make you come just by the stretch alone. He wasted no time in pumping his fingers in and out of you, effectively preparing you for what’s to come next.

Your moans were muted as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head as he reached places you couldn't reach yourself. The rough pads of his fingers tapped teasingly against your soft spot and sparks of white flashed in your vision. Meanwhile, his cock was only getting harder just by hearing you moan and writhe against him.

You were beginning to get so wet that your arousal was all over his hand and completely soaked your panties, and eventually it was all you could feel. He noticed your discomfort and carefully pulled his fingers out before peeling your panties off. His lips met your shoulder as he eased his fingers back into you, but you held a hand over his forearm to stop him.

Daryl’s brows raised in confusion, and he was worried he’d done something wrong. You reached up to pull his hand off your mouth to speak, your voice soft, “need you now.” You slid off his lap to sit facing him, your hands resting on the waistband of his boxers.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his eyes flicked down from your eyes to your lips, and then back into your eyes. “Ya sure? I could always jus’ finish ya off and we could go to sleep.”

“Fuck no,” you would’ve laughed at his outrageous suggestion, but you were far too pent up to even humour him. He just laughed and leaned forward to kiss you softly, licking your lip when he pulled back to let you continue. “I don’t care if the world is ending, we’re fucking tonight before I go insane.”

He laughed again and reached up to caress your cheek, “well ya aren’t wrong about the world endin’.”

“God- Shut up,” you muttered and crashed your lips onto his. Daryl gave you a firm squeeze on your ass and moaned deliciously into your mouth.

You couldn’t help yourself and pressed your hand against his bulge, rubbing and squeezing his erection with just enough pressure to let him know you weren’t fucking around tonight. His teeth bit your lip and your actioned pulled a groan from him which you swallowed, fighting his tongue with yours.

Soon enough, you found yourself sliding your hand underneath his boxers to take hold of his shaft. His cock stood firm and eager against your palm and you swallowed every moan that left his mouth with your own, wrapping your hand around his cock.

The warm, velvety skin twitched in your touch, jumping for attention which you so eagerly gave. You broke the kiss to focus on getting his underwear off, biting your lip as he raised his hips without you asking him to, and slid his boxers down his legs.

His cock stood tall and proud, jerking just from being under your gaze. Licking your lips, you bent down to take his tip between your lips.

Daryl’s hand was immediately in your hair and he stifled a groan. You smirked around the sensitive head of his cock, leaving light, teasing kisses on the sensitive flesh. His hips bucked once, cursing under his breath.

You could tell he was being careful not to pull your hair, but you wanted it. With his head still occupying your mouth, you reached up to firmly press his hand against your head. He recognized the gesture and lightly pulled on your hair, his groans making you drip more than you already were.

“Too good fer me,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes trained on you as you licked around his tip. “Don’ deserve ya at all.”

You hummed, the vibrations sending shocks of satisfaction through him. You slowly took more of him in until he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged. You could hear his breath hitch followed by a quiet reminder to take it slow, but you knew it gave him pleasure, so you did it again.

You bobbed your head and dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum and sweat. He bit his lip to stop the loud groan from escaping, but he was unsuccessful. You continued your movements and gagging before he eventually pulled you off him with a rough tug to your hair.

You moaned in both arousal and pain from the force of his tug, and your eyes were pleading as he met your stare.

“Can’ have ya doin’ tha’ fer any longer, ‘m either gonna cum or wake the kids with tha’ mouth of yers.” He growled, but his grip released on your hair. His thumb wiped at your slick lips before bringing that thumb up to his tongue, tasting you and himself. “Come ride me, girl.”

The sentence alone would have any woman throw off their panties and hop on his cock, and you were no exception. With frantic quiet shuffling, Daryl had you perched on his lap in less than a second. Your hands cupped his cheeks and his laid around your hips, massaging the soft flesh. His cock laid against your stomach and you grinned a little to see it so eager and pleased to be near you, and you thought how lucky am I to have this guy still find me attractive after all these years.

Like he read your mind, he gave you a squeeze and kissed your chest over your shirt, “so gorgeous baby.”

You smiled softly and forgot about all the lustful thoughts that threatened to ravage you, and instead focused on keeping the moment tender and intimate. Not that it wasn’t, but you and Daryl could lose yourselves in each other fairly quickly.

“Love you,” you murmured and bent down to kiss him. All love, no sneaky or cheeky innuendos passing between you two despite the fact his cock was pressed against you.

“Love you too,” he mumbled against your lips with a smirk, “now hurry up.” He gave you a soft pat on your hip which made you chuckle against his mouth.

You pressed your knees down on either side of him and reached between you two to take hold of his erection, sliding the head through your slick. You both sighed softly as you slowly slid down onto him, taking your time since it had been a while, and you weren’t used to his size anymore.

He bottomed out and for a second you paused to just hold him, his arms wrapping around your back. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you followed suit, copying him. The way he held you felt like the old days when it was just you two, just like this everyday. You know, without him being inside you.

His hand rubbed your back and he sighed against your neck, peppering soft kisses on your skin. You shifted your hips slightly, moaning at the feeling of your walls perfectly molded around his cock. He leaned in to kiss you, whispering so quiet you almost missed it, “can ya be quiet? Or do I ‘ave to cover yer mouth again?”

If you didn’t know any better you would have rejected his offer, but with the knowledge about how loud you were and the fact that your children were sleeping down the hall, you just nodded without any other thought.

His hand over your mouth, and you both aching with anticipation, you began to move with a slight jerk of your hips. Daryl bit his lip to hold back his moan while you carelessly cried against his hand.

You slowly got into the rhythm of back and forth, rocking yourself onto his dick with no end goal besides cumming together. Daryl’s free hand gripped your hip and attempted to guide your movements to which you followed, dragging your pussy up along the length of his cock, and back down with a wet smack. He groaned lowly in response, pressing his hand harder against your mouth when your moans got a bit pitchy.

You continued moving like this, slow, but hard. With each smack of flesh, you brought yourself higher and higher with him. You could feel his cock twitch inside you and in turn, you squeezed around him, the sudden gesture making his hips buck up.

The moment his hips bucked up was the moment the head of his cock met your soft spot, and he clocked it immediately. Daryl began thrusting up into you while your breathing ran ragged as he hit the spot over and over again, pushing you further into oblivion and ecstasy.

You wailed against his hand and began meeting his thrusts with your own movements, and you thighs smacked against his with a lewd slap. He removed his hand from your mouth and used it to help guide your hips into a more quicker pace, all while your foreheads pressed together and your breaths mingled.

He breathed heavily, mixed with soft whimpers that you had to strain yourself to hear, and you were now making sure you didn’t cry out. It was getting difficult with the way he was fucking himself into you, but at one point you didn’t really care.

Your moans quietly bounced off the walls and if you were being loud, Daryl didn’t stop you anymore. He just looked up at you with eyes beaming with adoration and arousal, his only goal to send you to the highest peaks of ecstasy right now. And with the way things were going, it wouldn’t take long before you both reached that peak.

Your hands slid into his hair and had one hand holding the back of his head while you maintained eye contact with him. Daryl prolonged the eye contact, reaching up to cup your face and bring you closer. His moans came after yours like a canon, his cock pulsing inside of you, and the bed squeaking slightly.

“Daryl,” you whispered, “I’m about to—”

“I know,” he interrupted and closed his eyes, his brows furrowed. “Together, yeah?”

You nodded and closed your eyes with him, but threw your head back instead. Your moans came out ragged and almost strained from the way your neck was craned, but it didn’t matter. His hips were meeting yours with every thrust, bounce, and jerk. His cock burned inside you, dragging along your inner walls with an almost delectable burn as he slammed against that soft spongey spot with ultimate accuracy.

With your head thrown back, Daryl took the opportunity to suck at your neck and leave his mark on you, but also hid the marks since you were very adamant about feeling embarrassed when people pointed them out. His tongue darted out to soothe the sting of his mark, and he started grunting uncontrollably. He was close, and so were you.

His cock throbbed and your walls fluttered. Your moans reached a fever pitch and he growled praises under his breath as the sticky mess between you got wetter and hotter.

You curled your fingers at the back of his head with a deep groan of his name, and came around him. Daryl was quickly thrown over by your climax and came soon after, pumping his seed deep inside you with a low curse and whisper of your name.

Your hands clambered over his face and shoulders, sighing and whining as your intense orgasm ebbed away, his cock still jerking into you slightly as he fucked his cum into you.

It was quiet for a moment. The lights dim and the only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing. The room smelt of sex, sweat and something sweet.

After you both came down, Daryl’s big arms wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer, inhaling your after-sex scent that he missed so much. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with how hot you were getting, and the stickiness of his sweaty body against yours was not helping. So with gentle consideration, you pulled off of his dick with his help, groaning at the sensitivity and watching as his now limp dick slipped out followed by a mix of fluids.

“God,” you sighed, plopping down onto the bed next to him. Daryl just laughed quietly and ran his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh.

“Yeah. God.” He sighed and maneuvered himself to lie down with you, “ya didn’ do a good job of keeping quiet.”

You scoffed, rubbing your face while he wiped you down with his boxers before tossing it onto the floor. “Don’t care, I needed that.”

“You did? Couldn’ tell.”

“Fuck you Dixon.”

“Already did.”

You laughed at his banter, feeling the exhaustion quickly wash over you. He noticed and pulled you close before throwing the blankets over you both. He was started to feel your sleepiness and neither of you spoke.

You couldn’t be any happier with how the night went. Finally reconnecting with your husband was everything you’ve been craving for, more than food. And now that you satisfied yourself (and him), you could finally rest peacefully.

Knock.

You and Daryl lifted your head towards the closed bedroom door, eyes wide at each other.

“Mama? Papa?” Lydia’s soft, sleepy voice called out from behind the door.

Daryl shot you an amused, but tired look. “Guess we really were loud.”

Your night was far from over.

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