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MINE - daryl dixon

Summary:

you and daryl have a complicated history. one that lead up to the break up, which is deeply regretted on both sides. when daryl sees spencer with his arm around you, he’s determined to remind you of exactly how good he makes you feel.

daryl is a jealous, dominate, ex boyfriend who is determined to bring you back to him.

Warnings: smut, pre established relationship, squirting, dom daryl x sub reader, minor degradation, praise, spanking, oral both male and female receiving, fingering, confession of feelings, basic twd gore.

Era: Alexandria Era

this is my first time writing on tumblr. it’s also my first time writing a oneshot, a smut one at that. please be kind :)))

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it was a dumb idea. a stupid, dumb, reckless idea. they were fresh to alexandria, newcomers who knew a solid piece of jack shit about what they were walking into. you thought it’d be smart to play along with carol, the game of scared, helpless woman with doe eyes and nothing to show but inexperience from what the world had become. daryl thought it was crazy, too. he voiced his opinion through glares and scoffs towards you and carol, but mostly you.

you’ve been broken up since.. i don’t know.. terminus? had it really only been that long? it had to have been terminus. when daryl yelled at you, cussed you out, flipped his shit for lack of a better word. all because you purposely pissed off the people about to knock you out and drain you like a deer carcass. you did it to save him. he was next in the lineup that consisted of some of the strongest from the group. you kneeled between the men, rick on one side and daryl on the other.

you and daryl have history. a history that went as far back as being taken in by hershel greene on his farm. of course during that time you despised him and he despised you. you are both too quick to anger, and have the horrible habit of lashing out with words you don’t mean when arguments erupt.

it wasn’t until the prison when he finally let himself tell you what he truly thought of you. even then, he didn’t do it with words. no, daryl has always been a man outspoken by his own actions. he told you that he didn’t despise you, but rather cared about you, maybe even loved you, by pushing your back against the cement wall of your cell rather forcefully so he could feel your lips against his for the first time.

ever since that encounter, you were both inseparable.

yet there were always the fleeting moments filled with arguments before you went running back to him, or he came stumbling on his well trained feet back to you.

for instance, the time you followed merle into the woods after he kidnapped michonne for the governor. you had explained to daryl you did it because you couldn’t let michonne go back to the governor, that you couldn’t let merle get killed. merle was hateful. a racist, sexist, pig of a man. but, in the end, he was daryl’s brother. you knew how much he meant to him. daryl didn’t seem to care for your explanation of course, because when you were almost blown up in gunfire after insisting you help merle take down the governor’s men he couldn’t stop to think about why you did what you did. instead he focused on what could have happened. he thought about how close he was to almost losing you, the same day he had lost his brother. how careless, how selfish, it was of you to try and save him the grief of his only family remaining when in the end he could have lost you, too. so you argued. you fought with him over that, explaining that you did what you did for him. he argued back, telling you he didn’t need for you to make his problems your problems. that all you had to do was stay alive. just like the rest of the group.

then there was the time that you got sick with that stupid flu going around. you almost died at that time, too. he wasn’t mad at you for getting sick, no, even daryl knew that those thoughts were irrational. he was infuriated because even though you were coughing up blood with reddened eyes you still made it a point to take care of the people surrounding you. people that didn’t matter to daryl, because they came from woodbury and because he wasn’t in love with them like he was with you. he couldn’t help but be entirely angered with how much he loved you for who you were. including the selfless part of you as well. you always put everyone else first, and it didn’t matter what they meant to you. they were people. in this world, that meant more than anything.

there was also the time you completely thought you hated daryl. when he had left with carol on the quest to find beth just shortly after reuniting with you since the fall of the prison. you had made it out with michonne, who was able to track down rick and carl not long after. and you truly believed that all you had to show from the past years would be hidden in the memories carried by you, michonne, carl, and rick. of course that idea fleeted faster than glenn on runs when you caught up with daryl, on the night of the claimers.

but you did truly believe you hated him. because he left, without a word. without a goodbye, he up and left. he wasn’t just leaving you, either. he was leaving everyone. even lil ass kicker. he explained that he had to find beth, he couldn’t let the car with the cross get a way. yet, you still despised him just like you did back on the farm when he tried to reason with you. because in the end, beth still didn’t make it. you wondered if that’s how he felt when you tried to save merle. even when you put yourself at risk, merle still didn’t make it. the same had happened to daryl, which was obvious when you saw him carry beth’s limp body outside the doors of grady memorial.

or, the time between the fall of the prison and being reunited with the group. when you almost let yourself get killed so carl wouldn’t have to get raped. the only thing keeping you from your death was an arrow shot from daryl’s crossbow, which then lead to him getting beaten to a pulp by the men harnessing the assault on you. you both fought about that one for awhile. daryl, fueled by anger on how it was too easy for you to give up your life to save someone else’s. you, ignited in frustration on how it was too easy for daryl to almost die so you wouldn’t have to.

all of those moments had lead up to the split between you two. after terminus, it was you who called it off. it ended in a screaming match. you telling daryl there was no point when you kept running in circles around each other because you both could not understand for the life of yourselves why you care so much about the other person doing things you would do yourself if in those situations.

but, now you’re here, in alexandria. where there isn’t a run in with life or death scenarios on a daily basis. it has left nothing but awkward silence and avoidance between you two.

tonight was an important night. you had to show up to deanna’s worthless get together, acting like a joyous woman who played the part of damsel in distress so well it was incriminating. daryl hated it. he hated it because he knew firsthand how capable you were. he hated it because it attracted the eyes of the alexandria men, who wanted so badly to play the prince in shining armor.

you vowed to stay sober, despite abraham’s drunken attitude making you wish you didn’t have to worry about being taken advantage of. you stayed sober, and so did daryl. daryl stayed sober simply because he refused to attend the night in at deanna’s. instead he sat on the steps of the house the group deemed safe enough to live in together, chainsmoking stale cigarettes.

spencer wouldn’t leave you alone, and as much as you wanted to punch him across the jaw and into the perfectly marbled countertops, you couldn’t. you couldn’t because you had to seem harmless and naïve. so, you let spencer get too close. you let him flirt with you, and brush his shoulder into yours when he stood next to you. although it did make you want to puke, because spencer wasn’t daryl.

you had said your goodbyes and goodnights a few hours after walking into the party. of course, spencer decided he better walk you home. he couldn’t say it was because you were drunk, but rather it was dark outside and he needed to make sure you got home safe. it was such a cliche thing. it reminded you too much of the boys from before the turn. that thought alone sickened you, because nothing was like it was since before the turn. spencer was flat out lame in the brain if he thought you haven’t had to walk alone in the dark since walkers filled the population.

nevertheless, you let him. you swallowed your pride and let him walk you home with his arm around your shoulders. you didn’t know that once you got to the steps you’d be facing one angry redneck.

your feet stopped rather abruptly at the realization of who was sitting in front of you. you knew what it’d look like, that you were bringing a man home after what.. moving on? that isn’t possible for you, because no matter how hard you tried you were still irrevocably in love with daryl dixon just as he was with you.

“got her from here. thanks.” the words spoken in an almost hushed tone made your eyes snap up to daryl as he stood before you. you knew how angry he was by the darkness in his eyes. he held back his fists that wanted so badly to knock spencer’s teeth out for so much as breathing near you, and he only did it so you wouldn’t feel ashamed of him. you felt spencer’s eyes and his hesitance to speak before words actually fell from his mouth. you couldn’t break your stare on daryl.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked with his voice sounding quite unsure of the situation. you stuttered your own words in order to reply.

“it’s, uh, yeah. i’m fine. we’re fine. thanks though..bye.” and with that you walked past daryl and into the house, hoping to hide yourself from whatever the fuck just happened. of course, the oh so confrontational daryl dixon wouldn’t let that happen for your comfort. no, he needed answers and he needed them now.

“what the fuck was that?” his raspy tone demanded as the door slammed shut behind him. he wasn’t yelling, which you knew to be a bad sign. daryl was always someone who shouted when he was mad. when he spoke calmly is when you had to be worried. you were, in this moment, very fucking worried.

“what was what?” you knew you shouldn’t poke the bear, but really, where did daryl get the right? he hadn’t spoken to you in how long, and now he wants to act like this? you were just as much to blame for the recent occurrences, however. because although you were pissed at him for not talking to you, you hadn’t spoken to him either.

“don’t play dumb. why the fuck was he walking with you? why the fuck did he have his arm around you?” he stepped closer now, the height difference making you swallow a lump in your throat. when daryl wanted to, he could intimidate you. the six inches he had on you never helped your case. the way he looked down on you with his deep blue eyes, his jaw clenched, you almost wanted to - no. stop. you cant fall back into him just to be heartbroken, once again.

“he offered to walk me home..” you tried to sound confident in your answer, but it came out meek and quiet. you never stood a chance against daryl and his demands.

“so what? you just let him?” daryl stepped even closer now, the tips of his boots touching your converse.

“was i supposed to say no?” you challenged him with a smirk on your face, which to be fair you couldn’t stop from forming. was he.. jealous? oh god, you loved when he got jealous.

“yeah. you were supposed to say no.” too busy listening to his ever deepening tone, you didn’t notice his arm moving up beside your head, trapping you into the back of the door.

“why?” you basically whispered it, once you came face to face with this side of daryl it brought you to a weakened state.

“you know why.” you noticed it now, his hand by your face. you only caught attention to it simply because his other hand took position on the other side. fuck. now you were trapped in, and you hated yourself for loving it.

pressing your luck with him, you stood up straight. your chest touched his before you grabbed his arm, going to swing yourself under to walk away from whatever the hell was currently going on between you two. he caught you by your wrist, bringing you right back to where you previously stood.

“you know why.” he repeated his words, his voice so low you could feel his breath on your skin.

“daryl..” you closed your eyes, willing yourself to outstand him. you knew that he knew how much his dominance had an effect on you.

“you know why. so why did you let him?” his hair had fallen into his eyes that were darkening by the second with his own words.

“i.. i don’t know why.” you forced you own eyes to look at his. he knew that you knew just the effect those eyes, that look, had on him. he knew right then that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. with that information he didn’t waste another breath. he brought his hands to your face immediately, smashing his lips into yours with nothing but lust and passion, with nothing but need.

“it’s because you’re mine. that’s why.” he broke the kiss to tell you his reasoning. it emitted a soft moan from you, his words telling you exactly what you wanted to hear. this time, you initiated the kiss. you flew your hands into his hair, bringing him into you. it was messy, sloppy, with his teeth clashing into yours for the fight of dominance that you never let him have without a fight. and god, did he love it.

his hands moved to your hips, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist as he carried you through the room and towards the basement without breaking the kiss. the basement that daryl had made into his room. butterflies filled your stomach and the once dull throb you could only extinguish at night alone with old memories of him was brought back to life, full force, as a tightening cord waiting to be snapped by him.

he had tossed you onto the mattress, leaving himself to stand above you as he rubbed his hand down his jaw to do nothing except look at you. god, how he missed this. how he missed you. he could only relish in the thoughts of what you two had done together alone in the shower, bracing himself in his fist wishing and praying that it was you instead.

“daryl..” it was the only thing you could say, you didn’t have any words to correlate with the thoughts flowing into your mind.

“shut up.” he snapped back, and you almost hated how much those words did to make you want him more.

“you know you’re mine. so answer me. why was he walking with his arm around you?” you sat up, leaning on your elbows to take more of him into your sight.

“tell me. tell me that you’re mine.” he took heavy footsteps towards you, letting himself tower above you from the edge of the bed.

“make me.” and with your attitude, he didn’t waste another beat. he was going to give you exactly what he knew you’d wanted, what he knew you needed. he reached forward, pushing you back onto the bed as he pulled at your hips. daryl let himself fall onto you, just so he could feel your waist against his once again.

scooting you both further up the bed, his hands became more hungry for the irresistible touch that only you could bring to his senses. he broke the kiss, only to bring the hem of your shirt up and over your head, leaving you wearing only a bra in front of him. the groan that left his lips at the sight of you was enough for you to grab him again, pulling him in by his neck. you felt his hands roam your body, grinding your core into his hardening cock clothed by rough denim.

“tell me you’re mine or i’ll stop.” he tore his lips from yours despite how badly he wanted, no, needed, them to stay there.

“daryl, please.” your words ignited something in him, just like they had done many times before.

“say it.” he spoke as he tore his own shirt from his body, making you bite your lower lip at the way his body had only gotten better since the last time you saw it, since the last time you felt it against your own.

“damnit daryl, i’m yours. only yours.” you worked to unbutton your jeans, your stumbling fingers anxious with desperation. you quickly stopped when you watched daryls own fingers move to take off your pants. he skipped the button and the zipper and instead pulled the tight fabric from your legs with force that only made you throb harder.

when he got you out of your pants he took notice of the wetness staining your underwear, licking his lips as he stared down at you.

“fuck, y/n. i missed this.” his words were low and went straight to you, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. his fingers worked fast to pull down the remaining fabric, leaving you exposed to him.

his fingers immediately found your clit, he knew just where to touch you and how to touch you from all of those times you snuck away together, creating a pleasure only shared between the two of you.

“please.” you knew exactly what that word did to him, and you’d be damned if you didn’t use it to your advantage.

“please what, y/n? tell me what ya need.” he rubbed slow circles into you without breaking eye contact. you let your hips buck into his hand, desperate to gain some form of friction.

“i need you, daryl, just you.” and with that he shoved two fingers into you, making you arch your back and grab a fist full of his hair. you couldn’t stop the moaning if you tried. his fingers reached places inside of you that were indescribable.

“so fucking wet..y/n, who makes you this wet?” his hand sped up, thrusting into you hard enough to cause your jaw to hang open. your eyes threatened to close at the pleasure, but you simply couldn’t let them. not when the sight of him was right there.

“you, daryl! only you!” you wrapped your thighs against his head, hoping to bring him closer to you.

“good girl.” those words could’ve thrown you off the ledge and into your orgasm alone. of course, he wouldn’t let that happen. daryl was quick to move his face into your core, immediately licking your slit as he lapped up everything you had to offer.

his tongue found its way inside of you as his fingers worked your clit, you almost couldn’t take it. god, you missed him.

“i’m gonna..” the words fell from your lips, he never let up on the speed at which he tortured your nerves.

“do it, baby. show me how much you missed me.” with those words and his breath against your skin, you came undone. coating his face and fingers with the evidence on how much you truly did miss him.

“on your knees.” daryl began unbuttoning his jeans as he spoke. immediately you nodded towards him, shuffling your naked legs into the position of a kneel at the end of the bed. you watched carefully as he slid his boxers and jeans down to his mid thigh in one fluid motion, staring down into your eyes with lust.

“you know what to do.” he commanded, stroking his hand through the thick hair on your head as he lead his tip to your mouth. you never broke eye contact as you kissed the head. you heard him take a deep breath, making you smirk. you licked from the base of his dick all the way to the dripping precum of his tip, making his jaw clench with every touch.

“don’t tease me.” you shined a devilish smile in his direction before putting each of your hands on his thighs. opening your mouth wide, you watched his reaction as you took every inch of him. he was big enough to where you had to use your hands for what you couldn’t take in your throat.

“shit, that’s good.” he had both of his hands on the sides of your face, encouraging you as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

“you look so good like this..” his voice was almost a whisper, and it sent shockwaves through you. the soft moan you let out sent vibrations directly to daryl. you heard the sharp hiss of breath he sucked through clenched teeth as he snapped his head back, eyes aimed to the ceiling.

“get on the bed.” he pulled your head from his cock with his words.

“i wasn’t done”. you spoke in almost a defiant tone as you stood up.

“stop being impatient, i got somethin’ better for ya.” daryl staggered towards you, taking the straps of your bra into his hands. his eyes met yours just like they had done many times before. it was his way of ensuring he had consent. you loved him for it.

“daryl, do whatever you want with me.” you said in a hushed tone as you looked in his beautiful blue eyes with an innocent expression. he didn’t answer with words but rather his actions. as soon as your sentence reached his senses he brought the straps down your shoulders rather quickly, shoving you back into the bed with his hand on your chest. you sat up on your elbows just like you had previously done. it was hard for you to focus on what was happening. what did this mean? were you guys just hooking up? were you getting back together? did he still love you like you loved him? you decided, that even if this was just sex, it would be worth the emotional turmoil.

daryl moved to shuffle his jeans further down his legs, but you came to help him undress. shoving your hands down the sides of his thighs you helped his skin to release the walker stained denim along with the black boxers and belt that held a holster. he caught your wrist, snapping his grip around you, forcing your eyes to meet his once again.

“did i say you could touch me?” his face leaned closer to yours, almost encouraging you to disobey him.

“nope.” you smirked with a pop of your lips as you emphasized the answer.

“i’m so sick of you.” he grunted out as he reached for your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach before pulling you into a position where your knees were on the bed, your face in his pillow, and your hands were behind your back being pinned down by only one of his palms. you couldn’t help but to let yourself feel excited for what was to come. you turned your face to peek over your shoulder, watching as you tried to decipher what daryl’s next move was. he glanced up at you through his eyebrows as if he felt your stare; and lord you almost gave in what you saw the smirk he wore. he didn’t break the eye contact as he slowly trailed his free hand down your spine and onto your ass. he held a light touch at first before taking a firm grasp, only to let go and smack you in a way that was sure to leave a mark. it caused your eyes to snap shut and your mouth to fly open with a fleeting whimper.

“sorry, what was that?” he asked smugly as he delivered slap after slap on either side of your ass. your moans continued to get louder and more high pitched. even you were shocked by your own body’s reaction to him, although you knew it had given the same one several times in the past.

“tell me what you want.” you felt his chest lean over and onto your back. chills raced over you when his skin met yours. his hand came up, gripping your jaw and turning your head to look at him while he peered over your shoulder and into your eyes.

“i said, tell me what you want.” his eyes scanned over yours. the once ocean blue glance was now a dark shade of desire.

“i want you to show me why i’m yours.” you whispered back to him as you leaned your lips towards his. he was quick to deny you, standing back up behind your kneeled position.

“condom?” he asked as the sound of him spitting into his hand was heard. that made you clench around nothing but the tension filled air.

“don’t use one.” you spoke with your face in the pillow, almost nervous for his response.

“what?” it was like you could feel his eyebrows furrowing. you knew him too well.

“i want to feel you. need to. just.. pull out. please.” you had started rocking on your hips in his direction, knowing exactly what it would do to him.

“anything for you, princess.” he spoke before the feeling of his body slamming into yours caused a gasp to fall from your lips. he let his cock, an easy eight .. or nine .. inches, sit inside of your entrance as he readjusted to the feeling of you. you let your walls contract around him, letting you become hypersensitive to his presence. you hadn’t been with anyone since the last time you were with daryl. part of you questioned if he had.

“i missed this tight little pussy.” you heard him grunt in a hushed tone as he slowly began moving his way in and out of you. you let your head fall forward, your arms laid out above your head.

“faster, daryl. please.” you whined. you couldn’t take it. you knew what he was capable of. you needed his best and you needed it now. luckily for you, he didn’t skip another beat. you felt your hands be grabbed by his left hand that was previously on your hip, pulling them to your lower back so he could reach places in you that you didn’t know existed. without a word, he began plowing into you. his hips collided into yours with a bruising pace.

“fuck, daryl!” your back arched as he sped up and slammed harder, using his right hand which remained on your hip to bring your body into his. you felt tears brewing in your eyes from the immense pleasure. his size wasn’t something you thought you could ever get used to, but damn if you weren’t willing to spend the rest of your life testing that theory.

“who owns this pussy?” he demanded between thrusts. if there’s one thing that surprised you about daryl when you first slept with him, it would be how vocal he is. the normally quiet and intense bowman surely knew how to let his words come out during times of intimacy. you loved every splitting second of it. he knew that, of course.

“you! you do!” you all bet yelled as he let go of your wrists to place both hands on your hips, forcing even more pressure to build up in your stomach. with every move he would hit your g spot, and it caused a deep whine on your behalf every time.

“that’s right. i do. nobody else.” he let his cock exit you, causing a whine from the loss of contact. he chuckled at your reaction before flipping you over onto your back and grabbing your legs, placing your ankles up beside his head as he wrapped his arms around your thighs while lining himself up in the meantime. he didn’t give you a second to calm down before slamming his dick into your soaking entrance once again. this had you gripping the sheets, and it hit you exactly where you needed it to. your mouth fell wide open but no sound came out. damn, he was good. he is good.

“fuck, y/n..” daryl grunted through closed teeth. the sight of his tightening jaw and tensed arms did nothing but spur you closer to the edge of your orgasm.

“who makes you feel this good baby?” he bent down, making your knees fold into a position beside your face. your eyes snapped open with a guttural scream of pleasure that left you. you watched as daryl focused in on the sight of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy with miraculous speed. his dark, long hair was swinging in front of his forehead.

“answer me.” he craned his neck upwards to lock eyes with you, stopping his movements all together.

“daryl! you do, please! don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” wrapping each of your hands on his corresponding biceps you pleaded with furrowed brows. reaching forward, daryl pushed his middle and ring finger to your lips.

“be a good little whore and get ‘em nice and wet for me.” he commanded. the name forced you to nod enthusiastically as you welcomed his fingers into your mouth, swirling spit onto them with your tongue as he continued to fuck into you unrelentingly. he pulled his fingers out after watching with his jaw hung open. you smirked up at his reaction. you knew what affect you had on him, which only made you proud and determined to make him feel the level of pleasure you were feeling.

“my pretty slut.” he spoke almost to himself as his two dampened fingers slid between your thighs to apply pressure onto your throbbing clit. the feeling of his calloused, roughened digits made your body jump. your back arched even higher and when it did his dick pressed into the spot that made you squirm. the combination of sensations sent you into a euphoric state.

“i’m gonna-“ you moaned out as your legs began to tremble.

“do it. c’mon baby, let it go.” daryl encouraged your orgasm from your body without slowing down his movements. his words sent you over the edge, making your body squirm and shake as your moans became whimpers. you felt the pressure release itself as you not only heard , but felt , and saw , as you squirted onto daryl’s cock and thighs as well as the bed below you.

“holy fuck.” his words whispered as he pulled out of you. his hand immediately began to jerk himself off, only taking a few pumps before he finished onto your stomach and chest. with his release he fell onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving with deep breaths.

“i’ll grab a towel. just.. need a minute.” he put his hand in the air, motioning around with his words. you nodded in response, trying to catch your own breath and regulate your heartbeat.

he sat up not long after, moving to the small bathroom conjoined to his bedroom. he came back with a dampened towel. he leaned over, cleaning his cum from your body with a gentle touch. he went between your legs, cleaning you from anything left over. when he was done tending to you he wiped himself off. going back to the bathroom to discard the towel, he also brought back a full sized bath towel.

“scoot over, i’ll lay it under. too tired to change the sheets.” he laid the towel flat beneath you with slow and soft movements, as if you were fragile. he picked up the blanket that had gotten tossed to the floor and pulled it up to your shoulders before climbing in again, laying directly beside you on his back.

“sorry..” you whispered out without looking him in the eyes. his body reacted, turning onto his elbow to see you head on.

“for..?” he questioned with his infamous southern rasp. you chuckled at him. you truly thought he was an angel sent to earth. after all, he did already have the wings.

“i’ve never done that before.” you spoke with shame, motioning in the general direction of where the towel now lay. he was the one to laugh now.

“don’t be sorry. kind of makes me feel proud. like i did good. and, it was hot.” he shrugged his shoulders. not in a way to blow you off, but rather make sure you knew that it wasn’t a big deal.

“i never stopped loving you.” the words left your mouth before you could’ve realized they were there. you moved back a few inches, widening your eyes in fear of his reaction.

“i never stopping loving you either.” daryl’s words were soft as he reached over, inviting you into his hold. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing your head to his chest.

“i miss you.” you whispered, afraid to let him hear the emotion held hostage in your voice. you noticed your eyes beginning to water.

“i’m right here. i ain’t goin nowhere. never again.” daryl said, letting his lips plant a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. you sniffled out as you leaned up to kiss him. it was a sweet kiss, full of feelings and intentions.

“you’re mine.” he kissed the back of your hand before talking. it made you smile, knowing you had him back again.

“i’m yours, daryl. only yours.” you replied, cuddling back into his arms for the night.

it wasn’t long before the both of you dozed off, getting the best sleep you’ve gotten since the last time you held each other. if only you knew spencer was the key to getting daryl back into your life, hell you probably would’ve made daryl jealous a lot sooner.

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