#cause honestly i feel like negan shoulda died

[blackskorpi0n]

have you watched the maggie & negan show yet the first episode is free on prime & im watching the rest on free trial rn

i can’t lie the first episode was so trash like it pmo kinda 😭😭

Dead City is what it's called right??? I've seen clips of it here and there and it looks interesting, but also I'm scared af to start it 😭 If the first episode trash then idk......I might delay watching 😩

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

A New World - Part 13

A/N: So, this is essentially the end of the story, though there will be ONE additional shorter part to wrap out some loose ends. Hope you enjoy!

Daryl Dixon x Reader, Grimes Family, Maggie Rhee x reader, Daryl Dixon x Paul Rovia

Warnings: Angst, Language, Canon-divergence, Smut 

Words: 6012

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

“Daryl!” Paul yelled across the streets as the broad-shouldered silhouette of the archer glided across the far lawn. “Daryl, wait!”

Daryl stopped in his tracks, but didn’t turn to face him.

“What?” Daryl huffed, refusing to look at Paul.

“Just, wait a second. What happened with Y/N? Are you ok?”

“Fine, why?”

“C’mon Daryl. Clearly, you two had a fight. Do you wa—”

“Nah, I ain’t discussing shit with you,” he huffed and started walking again.

“Man, wait,” Paul continued to follow the archer until they reached Rick’s porch.

Daryl sat down on the porch, finally facing Paul and seeing all the supplies he had in his hand.

“What’s all that for?” he grumbled, trying to get a cigarette from his pack using his broken hand.

“Suture kit and bandages from Tara. Denise thinks your hand is broken. She wants you to come by to get it set tonight.”

“Yeah, ok.” Daryl finally got the Morley lit and blew smoke from the corner of his mouth.

“Tara wanted to come stitch up your other hand, but I said I would take care of it.” Paul sat down next to Daryl and started laying out the kit on the step below him.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you? Why not Tara?” Daryl asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“Because, Tara really wanted to stay and help Denise. Besides, Y/N asked me to look out for you. She’s been a good friend to me—”

“I bet,” Daryl grumbled and blew smoke through his nostrils in frustration.

“Daryl, please… I am just trying to help. Y/N is worried about you—”

“Pfft, yeah, right,” he snorted a laugh and took a deep pull from his cigarette.

“She is. Whatever you were fighting about doesn’t matter. She loves you, and is worried about you. Soare Tara and Denise. You want to be able to use that crossbow again, right?” Paul raised an eye brow at him and motioned for Daryl to give him his hand

Daryl caught Paul’s chastising gaze and sighed. Grumbling to himself, he turned his body, so Paul could access his unbroken hand to begin closing the bigger wounds.

“I don’t know what happened,” Paul started and paused assuming Daryl would cut him off again. When he didn’t Paul turned his attention back to sewing up Daryl’s hand and continued, “but whatever it was, its just a fight. A loud one, but still just a fight. Everyone is on edge with this situation.”

“It ain’t that man. She lied. She lied about what happened,” Daryl bit on his lower lip and shook his head. “I hate what happened to her. I hate that she was there with him,” the last word hissed from his lips, “but she didn’t have to lie about it. What the hell’s that say ‘bout her ‘n me?”

Paul sat quietly and continued to work on the stitches. He wanted to ask more questions, but he knew that whatever she had said, or didn’t say, was none of his business unless Daryl or Y/N wanted him to know.

“Are they lies that change your feelings for her?” he prodded gently, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the archer’s hand.

“I dunno,” Daryl grumbled, wincing at the feeling of the needle piercing his already tender skin.

“Fair enough,” Paul said softly as he finished stitching one of the cuts.

He chanced a look at Daryl as he went about starting the next large wound that had been opened by some part of Negan’s face.

“He’s still unconscious, you know,” Paul said when Daryl’s eyes finally met his. “Chances are, he’s going to die. Let’s say he did, would that change anything?”

“He should die,” Daryl huffed and took the last drag of his smoke. “Son’ofa bitch shoulda died years ago.”

“Maybe. But he didn’t. You nearly killed him tonight, so did Y/N…”

“Why’d you stop her?” Daryl asked curiously, the image of his wife nearly shooting Negan burning into his mind causing a flare of anger to burn again.

“I didn’t want her to carry that,” Paul answered with a tinge of annoyance, “and I’m surprised you would have let her to be honest.”

“She can take care of herself.”

“Not what I meant.”

“Then what the hell’dya mean?” Daryl stood up quickly in defense, his hand ripping away from Paul’s causing a fresh stream of blood to flow from the wound.

“Daryl, stop. I just meant that as someone who loves her, why would you let her carry the murder of anyone around with her? That’s a heavy thing—”

“Ain’t like she didn’t do it before, man. Trust me when I tell ya, she’d be fine with it.”

“I think you overestimate her ability to be strong enough to do that right now Daryl,” Paul sighed and stood up. “I don’t want to fight with you, I just want to make sure you are both ok.”

“That’s what I don’t get, why do you care what the fuck happens ta me ‘n her?” Daryl’s hands were on his hips, his brow furrowed in frustration.

“Because, there aren’t many remarkable things left in this world Daryl. Did you ever stop to think that what the two of you built here, the life you’ve created for yourselves and your children, is one of the last most beautiful, pure things? Protecting that, that’s what’s important. Forging ahead for the sake and future of Shelby and Abraham, that’s what matters. Everything else, is trivial.”awe

Daryl sighed and began to chew on his lip as he always did when in deep thought. Paul’s words echoed in his ear like clanging church bells, and made him regret everything instantly. He hung his head, his hair obscuring the pained expressed that crept onto his face.

Paul could sense it was his time to go and gently laid the rest of the suture kit back on the porch.

“I can send Tara by to finish up. Be sure to see Denise soon to get that hand set, okay?” When Daryl didn’t say anything, Paul smirked and shook his head once. “Find her and talk to her. Don’t let this one thing take away everything else.”

Daryl watched Paul leave through the corner of his eye. When he rounded the corner, Daryl sat back down and picked up the needle to finish sewing his hand. With each pass through his skin, he winced and thought about Y/N.

Flashing back to the first time he’d seen her at the prison, a small smile crept on his face. She was talking to Maggie in the courtyard, right before the canopy had been constructed for the kitchen. Her hair was tied up, allowing him to see the long lines of her neck that flowed down into her shoulders.

He remembered what she was wearing, down to the delicate silver chain she had around her neck. Daryl had thought back then she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But it was when she threw her head back and laughed at something Maggie had said, that he was gone for her. The sound of her laughter made his stomach bottom out and his throat go dry.

Not too long after that, she had invited him out hunting and his life was never the same. Five years and two kids later, she was still everything to him. Her smile and her laugh were what helped him to get up every day. Having the chance to be a father to Shelby and Abe gave his life purpose.

Daryl finished patching his knuckles and used his broken hand to help push up from the stairs. The pain ripped through his fingers, up through wrist and up his arm.

“Fuck,” he growled and grunted as he got to his feet. Taking in a deep breath and knowing what he now had to do, he headed towards the infirmary to find Denise.

  “Dad?” Carl asked quietly as he entered the kitchen were Rick stood with his back facing him.

“Hmm?” Rick mumbled absently as he stared out the small window over the sink. Finally turning, he saw Carl standing by the counter. “What is it?”

“Why didn’t you let Daryl kill him?”

“Carl, it’s late I—”

“You said you would talk to me, listen… I want to talk,” Carl sat on one of the stools and Rick moved to the opposite side of the counter and rolled his neck to try and center his mind.

“Well, honestly, I don’t know. It’s what I’ve been standin’ here thinkin’ bout.”

“Did you come to any sort of conclusion?”

“No, son, I haven’t.”

“He should die. For all he’s done to us, to others…”

“Yeah, he should.”

“But, we can’t. Or we’d be no better, right?”

“That’s what some people think.”

“Is that what you think dad?”

Rick sighed and looked closely at the young man across from him, that wasn’t so young anymore. Carl had grown into being a man without Rick even realizing it. Hanging is head, the Sheriff did his best to hold back the emotion that wanted to spill down his cheeks.

“Car—” Rick paused as his voice cracked trying to say his son’s name.

As he was about to start again, Michonne quietly entered the room and leaned against the wall behind Carl.

“What do you think, Carl?” she asked, both men turning their heads to look at her.

“I think he should die. It’s what I went to The Hilltop to do. I understand why people don’t agree. I was rooting on Y/N when she had the gun on him. I wanted Daryl to beat him to death. But…” he sighed and looked up at his parents with sad, conflicted eyes, “…I was relieved when they were both stopped.”

Michonne placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and squeezed. “I felt the same way.”

Smiling Carl covered her hand with his before turning to hug her. “I’m sorry I scared you guys. I never meant for that to happen. And, I’m sorry for visiting him. I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“I don’t think that will be an issue anymore, Carl,” Rick ticked his head quickly rubbed his face.

“How come? He’s alive, isn’t he?” Carl asked, passing a curious glance with Michonne.

“For now, yeah,” Rick replied. “Who knows for how long though.”

All three stood around the kitchen for another moment, letting the weight of Rick’s words pass through them.

“I’m tired,” Carl said rubbing hand across the back of his neck. “Not much sleep last night, so I’m going up. See you for breakfast?”

“Only if you go get the eggs from the coop,” Michonne teased, “I did it twice this week and I am not going in there again.”

“Fine, I can do that mom. I’ll even cook.” Carl smiled sweetly and kissed her cheek before heading up stairs.

“He’s a good boy, despite his tendency to get into trouble,” Michonne joked, but when she looked back at Rick, his expression caused her face to fall. “What?”

“I don’t know, I just got a feelin’,” Rick said pulling his wife into an embrace.

“A feeling about what?”

“That this shit isn’t over yet.” Rick kissed the top of her head, and slowly started walking her towards the stairs leading up to their bedroom.

  You could see the sky starting to come alive with color as you wiped the last tear drop from your cheek. They’d been falling steady since you walked away from Daryl the night before. Feeling as if your heart had been ripped out, you eventually found your way home and climbed the steps until you reached your bedroom door.

Thinking about the last time you were in there, caused you to stop and the tears to start again. You couldn’t walk into the room you shared with the archer, without him. He should be there with you, curled up in your bed and finding comfort in each other. Instead, you were alone, the kids were far away at The Kingdom, and Daryl had left on his bike a few hours before, he roar of the engine unmistakable as you hear it take off through the gates.

Shambling down towards Shelby’s room, you opened the door to the little girl’s space and fell into her bed. It was far too small for you, but you curled up into the fetal position and fell asleep almost instantly.

Hours had passed when you woke to noises coming from downstairs. The sun had gone almost completely around and was beginning to show the deep hues of dusk off in the west. Rubbing your eyes, you shuffled down to the growing chaos.

Just as your foot hit the bottom step, Abe and Shelby came racing around the corner and crashed into your legs. It was their favorite way to pass along a greeting.

“Mama!!” Shelby squealed, and this time Abe didn’t cover his ears. His little arms were firmly strapped to your left leg, while Shelby invaded your right.

“Munchkins!” You cried and bent down, picking them both up and showering kisses on their faces. “How did you get here?!”

“I grabbed them,” Glenn said coming around the corner with Hershel set firmly on his hip. “Left last night, got back a few hours ago. Saw you were sleeping and wanted to let you rest before, well, this.”

He nodded at the kids in your arms and chuckled. “I figured you missed them and could use them around right now.”

“And me too, I hope,” Maggie said as she emerged from the hallway.

Your felt your chest rise and fall heavily and relief wash over you as you saw Maggie’s smiling face. Kissing each of the kids again, you placed them down gently and ran into her open arms. The second she pulled you in for a hug, you felt as though everything was okay.

“Maggie,” you started crying and buried your face into her shoulder.

“Awe, hun,” she tutted, embracing you tighter.

The teapot began screaming from the kitchen. Glenn placed Hershel on the floor and went into the room to turn off the burner. A minute later he returned with a steaming mug of tea.

“Here, thought maybe you could use this,” he said, a large grin across his face as his wife gave him an appreciative wink for taking care of you. You took the mug gratefully and thanked him.

“Hey,” he said suddenly clapping his hands together, “I have a great idea guys. Why don’t we head over to Aunt Carol’s and see if she has any cookies left!” Glenn said excitedly, trying to usher the kids towards the door. “If that’s okay with the moms.”

“I think that’s a great idea!” Maggie smiled and knelt by Abe and Shelby. “You mind if I talk to your momma for a bit? Get some cookies and then I promise y’all get her all to yourselves, ‘lright?”

“Ok Auntie,” Shelby said and turned to hug your leg again. Abe mimicked her and took Glenn’s free hand as they walked towards the door.

“Love you babies, see you soon,” you called after them as Glenn walked them to Carol’s house across the street.

Turning, you crashed your head into Maggie’s shoulder again, causing her to chuckle.

“Alright, spill. What the hell is going on?!” She asked and brushed a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m an idiot, that’s what’s wrong,” you whined, as she led you into the living room.

Sitting down in unison, her arm still around your shoulders, your head on yours, you recounted your entire experience with Negan and everything that led up to fighting with Daryl. When you were finished, she fell back against the couch with a huff.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed and shook her head. “I just don’t get Rosita in all this, even with what you said, I don’t get it. That man killed Abraham, right in front of us. Then she goes and not only frees him, but sleeps with him?”

“Mags, I know. Trust me. The whole time I was there, I just couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that Rosita was one of those conspiring against Rick, and literally sleeping with the enemy. Still can’t, to be honest. And now, she’s pregnant…”

Shaking her head, Maggie stood from the couch and walked to the large bureau where you kept the bottles of alcohol. “You can drink the tea if you want, but I think this calls for somethin’ stronger.”

Snorting a laugh, you sat up off the couch and left the tea on the table. As Maggie grabbed the bottle of bourbon, you took two small glasses from the cabinet and set them on the kitchen counter. Joining you, Maggie poured you each a shot. Raising them in salute, you threw back the liquor and winced at the burn in your throat.

Nodding when she offered a second, that one went down a bit smoother, and you could feel its silky residue coating your insides as it made its way through you.

“So, what now?” Maggie asked, placing her glass down on the counter.

“Now, I have no idea. Daryl left sometime last night to God knows where. But, at least you and the kids are home,” you smiled and reached across the counter to take her hand.

The front door was pushed open with a knock as Michonne came in, her eyes wide and a small smile of satisfaction on her face.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Negan… he’s dead.” Her voice was steady, but her face gave away her elation of delivering the news.

You and Maggie glanced at each other, sharing a common glance of quiet satisfaction. “When?” she asked, looking back at Michonne.

“I don’t know, sometime in the night. Denise found him dead.”

“Did he turn?” Maggie asked curiously.

“No, she said that he had passed but didn’t turn yet. She caught him in time,” Michonne replied, her voice heavy with relief.

“Well, I guess that’s over with,” you said and poured another shot for yourself.

Offering the bottle to Maggie, she waved it off, as did Michonne. Throwing back the third shot, you could really feel the effects of the alcohol taking over your senses.

“Maybe you should eat, hun…” Maggie put her hand over yours as you grabbed the bottle for another. “…before the kids get back.”

Sighing, you knew she was right. Slumping down in the stool, you felt Michonne come sit next to you.

“You alright? Yesterday was a rough day,” she asked sympathetically.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled into your arms as you laid your head on them down on the counter, “Just fuckin’ peachy.”

  Daryl maneuvered his bike back through the gate, killing the engine as soon as he cleared it. The hour was late and he knew most of the community would be sleeping. He’d been gone two days, and as much as it killed him to be away from Y/N and the kids, he knew he needed the time to clear his head.

On his trip he stopped by The Kingdom to retrieve a few things left behind, and to see the doctor for his hand. Luckily it wasn’t broken, just badly sprained and bruised. The rest of his time out was spent thinking and shouldering the guilt of all that had happened.

Walking through the community, he started to head for home, but broke off to the right and headed towards the prison. Sasha was on guard, and opened the door for him without hesitation. Once inside, he walked into the interior cell and towards the closed barred door.

Rosita sat on the bench before him, her legs crossed, head back against the wall. Upon hearing his boot steps, she leveled her head to see Daryl standing at the door, his hands wrapped around the bars loosely.

“So, he knocked you up, huh?” Daryl asked, his tone thick with disgust. “What the fuck were you thinkin’?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said coldly, keeping his gaze but her face staying blank. “He’s dead now, you know.”

“And?” Daryl snorted, “I’m supposta care?”

“No, of course not. Especially since you’re the one that killed him.”

“Me? Nah, I didn’t get that honor sweetheart. Besides, I didn’t come here about that.”

“The what the fuck do you want, Dixon?”

“I wanna know what happened in his room that night Y/N was there,” Daryl’s gaze narrowed on her, and Rosita could feel the anger from her old friend burning into her. “I wanna hear it from you.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Alright,” he scoffed, “keep lyin’.”

“Fine, we had sex in front of her while she was tied to a chair,” Rosita said with a huff. “He wanted to fuck her. He tried, she stabbed him and ran.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, Daryl. That’s it. He threatened you and Rick specifically. He said that if she didn’t somewhat comply, you and he would suffer. She played along enough to get the jump on him and then…” Rosita trailed off, her hands raised as if she didn’t know what to say.

“So, if you’re knocked up, you’ve been in this a while?”

“At least a year,” she said quietly, a hint of regret betraying her expression.

Daryl shook his head. “You know you’re in here now, right? For turning your back on your family and helpin’ to let him loose.”

“Family? This isn’t a family, Daryl. Rick is about Rick, Michonne, Judith and Carl. That’s it. You, Y/N, Glenn, Maggie, Carol… everyone else?! We’re all expendable. He made that clear when he let Negan live after killing Abraham.”

“So fuckin’ him is your solution? Helpin’ him get out so he can almost kill my wife again?” His voice was rising, and he could hear Sasha from outside asking if he was alright.

“It’s fine!” he called back over his shoulder, then back to Rosita.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Rosita turned her head and closed her eyes, signaling her part of the conversation was over.

“That’s fine, Rosita. I got what I needed,” he turned to leave, but heard her mumble something under her breath and turned back to face her. “With him dead, ain’t no one comin’ to save you, you know. You’ll stay in her till that baby comes, then…” Daryl paused long enough for Rosita to look at him again.

“Then, what?” she asked, starring at him blankly.

Daryl’s lips twitched into a smile just enough for her to see it and he shrugged. Turning on the heel of his boot, he gave her a small little wave goodbye as he sauntered out through the main gate.

Several minutes later he approached the porch to his house and paused. All the lights were out, save for one dimly light illumination in the kitchen. He was sure everyone was asleep, but dared to go in anyway, hoping he could find her awake.

  Laying on the couch in the dark living room, the sound of boot steps on the porch startled you to sitting. As the front door opened, you stood up and wait nervously to see who just walked in.

Daryl rounded the corner, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Swallowing hard, the sight of him suddenly made you nervous, and self-conscious at how you must look. Brushing your hair back away from your face and smoothing out your shirt, you tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out.

“Hey,” he said quietly, leaning against the door frame.

“Hey,” you managed to say without your voice cracking, noticing the stitches on his hand, you motioned towards it, “Your hand ok?”

“Mhmm. Stopped by the Kingdom, Fabian checked it out. It’s fine.”

Daryl took a step into the room and you could feel the nervous energy radiating off him in waves.

“You alright?” he asked, moving off the doorframe and taking a few tentative steps towards you.

You nodded and let him close the distance. When he was within arm’s reach, you instinctively reached out for him, laying your hand upon his chest. The familiar feeling of him caused your chest to ache, longing for him against you.

“Daryl… I’m—”

“Stop.”

He closed the distance and had you against him in a second. He nuzzled his face into the hair on the top of your head and drew in a deep breath of you. Feeling his hands wrap up around your back – one to your neck and the other snaking across the small of your back – you relished in the warmth of him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “It’s over, alright? It’s over.”

At the sound of his words, you could feel your body cave into him. His strong, muscular arms enveloping you in.

“I love you,” you said simply, your head buried in his chest causing your words to be muffled. Lifting your face to his, you were met by his blue eyes gazing down at yours.

Hesitantly, Daryl leaned down and lifted your chin with his fingers. Gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, he hesitated for a moment before returning the sentiment, “I love you too.”

Daryl bent down towards your lips, allowing his own to brush a light kiss against them. It was soft and tentative, as though he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. He pulled back slightly and brushed your hair from your face.

“Kids alright? Lana said Glenn went and brought everybody back couple days ago.”

“They’re good. Sleeping finally.”

“I’m gonna check on ‘em,” he said with a little smirk, one you’d seen many times upon his return after being gone for more than a night.

“I was about to go to bed before you came in,” you took his hand in yours and laced your fingers through it. “You gonna join me after?”

“Mhm, I’ll be right there,” Daryl said, quieter than usual.

He cupped your check one last time, and pulled you in for another hesitant kiss before turning and going up to check on the kids.

  Daryl checked on Abe who was sleeping soundly, his little snores filling Daryl with a swell of love that nearly choked him. Ruffling the boy’s hair, he bent and gave him a little kiss on his forehead before pulling the covers tighter around him.

As he moved to Shelby’s room, he saw the little girl stirring and quickly closed the door, so the hallway light wouldn’t disturb her. He knelt at the side of her bed, and brushed the hair from her face as he just had done to Y/N minutes before.

My girl he thought as he watched the Shelby’s rosy lips open and close as she breathed. Closing his eyes, Daryl thought back to how closely he came to losing them all just like the dream he’d had the week before.

“I ain’t never gonna let that happen munchkin,” he whispered to his sleeping daughter. “No one is ever gonna hurt ya, I promise.”

Standing from the floor, he turned and left, making sure the door was quietly shut behind him.

  Daryl entered the bedroom just as you were slipping the oversized nightshirt on, catching a brief glimpse of your otherwise name body, before the cotton cascaded down your form. Smiling at him, you began to sweep your hair up off your neck as he strode across the room and placed his hand on yours.

“Don’t,” he said, gently bringing your hand down away from your head. “I like it down.”

Those four words caused an instant heat to grow in your gut and quickly spread down between your thighs. Daryl grabbed you by the back of the neck and roughly pulled you into him.

“I got pissed like I did, ‘cause I thought maybe you didn’t want to be mine anymore,” his voice was quiet, but the grip on your neck was strong and intense. “I thought maybe…”

“Daryl, don’t say that. I never want to be without you,” your (y/e/c) eyes pleaded with his to believe you.

“I know. Just needed a minute or two to remember that,” he said as his released your neck and lightly trailed down your shoulders and to your arms. “You are mine, right?”

 “Always.”

 Lightly pressing his forehead to yours, his voice was soft but still demanding. “I need you to show me.”

 It came out as a whisper, but there was so much power behind his words. His rough hands pawed their way up your chest, briefly stopping to brush a thumb over your nipple. Daryl’s right hand curled up gently around your throat as he used the weight of his body to push you back into the wall.

 “You mine?” he growled in your ear, before his mouth clamped down on your neck, causing a slight gasp to escape your lips.

 “Yes,” you replied breathlessly as he continued to bite and suck the space between your ear and collarbone.

 Suddenly, his left hand was tangled in your hair and pulling your head to one side. “Say it again,” he purred, running his tongue ever so lightly around your ear. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, I’m always fucking yours,” you panted as the wetness between your thighs began to spread. “Yours… Daryl, always.”

Without another word, Daryl tore the large shirt off your body and tossed it aside. Still pushing you back against the wall, he trailed hot, wet kisses down your chest and across your abdomen until he reached your sex. On his knees now, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and buried his face in your pussy.

Daryl’s tongue didn’t tease or play, he thrust it as deeply inside you as he could, his hand clawing down your skin until his thumb hit your clit, the other still pushing your chest back against the wall.

“Fuck,” fell from your lips as you wrapped your hands into his hair, pushing his face further into you.

Daryl’s thumb followed the ridges of your folds down through the silky hot residue of your need for him and slipped his fingers up inside you, while his tongue flicked upwards at your clit. His teeth grazing it as he fucked you with his hand.

“Shit… baby… wait…” you tried to plead with him to slow his relentless assault on you, but your words fell flat as he licked and swirled around you, sucking every last bit he could. The faster his hand moved in you, the shorter your breaths became. Your head fell forward with a sharp moan as you felt your walls start to flutter around his fingers. Even once your release washed over his mouth and hands, he didn’t stop.

He slowly continued to drink you in, causing a swell of sensitivity that made you try to pull his head back from between your legs. Finally, he relented, taking his time stand, kissing you randomly up your stomach to your breasts.

When he was fully upright again, Daryl placed his hands against the wall on both sides of your head and leaned in to kiss you as your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before making their way down to unbuckling his belt.

Once you freed from his clothing, he slowly pulled his mouth from yours. His eyes dark with lust and something more, something you’d never really seen in him before. The way his hands moved and pawed at your body, you felt as though he was marking you as his. The way he kissed you was rougher, the way he devoured you was coarser than he ever had before.

Grabbing your hips, he lifted you up, the tip of his erection easily sliding up between your lips and against your overly sensitive clit. The whimper that passed through your lips elicited a guttural reaction from him as Daryl whipped you around and had you down on the bed in seconds.

Pinning your arms above your head with one hand, Daryl used his knee to push your thighs apart and center himself over you. He was looking down, and you could read him well enough to know that he needed you to tell him again, and keep telling him until that deep dark part of him could hear it. It wasn’t just the sex he needed, it was the complete and utter knowledge that you belonged solely to him, and no one else.

Struggling against his hands, your eyes playfully pleaded with him to let you go. You could feel his dick throbbing against you, aching to be inside you already. But he hesitated, continuing to drink you in with his lust blown eyes.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded in a whisper, “please baby.”

You bucked your hips up towards him, forcing him to enter you but knowing full well that he wouldn’t because this was part of the game he wanted to play.

“Please,” you whined into him as his mouth came down on the other side of your neck, leaving the same marks he did before. The sensation of his tongue riding the lines of your neck made you squirm beneath. “Daryl, I want you… I need to feel you.”

Ignoring your request, he finally pulled back from assaulting your neck and released your hands from his grip. He moved from between your legs and flipped you over, so you were flat on your stomach. Daryl’s hands gripped into the flesh of your hips, yanking you roughly up and slamming you back into him.

The full length of his erection slid into you, triggering a groan of pain mixed with bliss. The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room immediately as it melded with both your and Daryl’s panting breaths.

“Fuck…” Daryl grunted as he twisted his hand into your hair, yanking you back against him. His breath was hot on your ear, but it sent a ripple of chills down your arms. “This what you want?”

“Yesss” escaped your lips with a moan as he released your hair and ran his hand down your pussy, finding your clit with his fingers again. “FUCK!” you screamed as he continued to thrust into you as deeply as he could.

You could feel him start to get lost in his own climax when he buried his head into the back of your neck, his teeth biting down on your shoulder. Squealing at the pain and euphoric sensation of if you fell forward again, his hands racing to your hips to slam you faster back against him.

It took barely another moment of his relentless assault for you to cum again, the sensation of your release triggering his own.

“Unffuck!” Daryl growled as he exploded inside you, pulling you back up to him so he could kiss your neck. Despite his climax, Daryl stayed buried in you, his lips trailing wanting kisses up and down your neck as he tried to catch his own breath.

You turned your head to meet his mouth and he brought his lips to yours. Releasing you completely, you were finally able to turn and face him, his chest and torso sweaty and heaving.

Daryl cupped your face with his hands and pulled you closer towards him. He kissed you, softer this time before pulling back the covers and allowing you to climb beneath them. Once he was settled, you nestled into the crook of his arm and smiled when you felt his lips leave a kiss on your forehead.

“Daryl, you know I meant that, right? I am yours. Always.”

“Mhm, I know,” he said, his voice rough with exhaustion. “I’m sorry I ever thought different, sweetheart.”

Drifting off to sleep, you could feel the trauma and stress of the last several days begin to slowly dissipate. Knowing that the kids were safely sleeping down the hall and that Daryl was beside you, you realized that whatever else comes along in the future, you’d be able to get through it, together.

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