Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW
Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.
You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.
There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.
“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.
“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.
You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.
“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.
“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.
He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.
“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.
I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”
“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.
You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.
Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.
Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.
“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.
You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”
You pause in all the right places and use the puppy dog eyes that you knew worked so well on your father. He looked up at you surprised for a moment and then looked down, his eyes staring at nothing in particular, as he thought your question through.
He sighed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ll get Dwight-“ He started, but you immediately interrupted him, sitting up and folding your arms together tightly.
“Not that fuck head.” You command, shaking your head fiercely.
“I don’t trust anyone else to do the fucking job, Y/N.” Negan complained.
“What about one of your prisoners?” You ask, fishing for his reaction.
His head shot up in disbelief, “Yeah. I’m gonna let one of the people I am torturing near my fucking only daughter!” He said sarcastically and laughed out loud.
“I mean it dad! Think about it, you could offer them penance for working it off, and it is near to your heart, so they could prove to you that they may be worthy of life outside of those damn cells!” You say, trying to convince him, you were sure he wouldn’t go for it, but you had to try.
“Plus, I have the gun. I won’t ever take it off me, if they try something, I’ll put em down and it will be one less asshole you’ll have to deal with.” You knew how much he hated the disobedient.
Negan was silent for a few minutes and his face ungiving as to what he was thinking. Slowly, he nodded again.
“Okay.” He said shortly.
You smiled inside yourself, but made no change in demeanor outside to your father, you nodded.
“I think that one, you captured a few weeks ago… You know the one you said would make a good soldier for you one day? I think he might work. You said he was strong and smart, didn’t you?” You say, recalling the things your father had said about Daryl. He really did seem to want Daryl on his side, but he hated that Daryl wouldn’t break, which is why he had been stuck down in that hell hole for the past few weeks.
Negan’s head shot up angrily at your request, but he said nothing, knowing that he did in fact want Daryl on his side as soon as possible, this may be another way to get at him, he thought.
He nodded. “Dwight!” He yelled loudly. You hear footsteps coming from down the hallway and Dwight emerged a few seconds later, still sporting that damn vest. You grit your teeth as he smiles lazily at you, before turning his undivided attention towards Negan. Dwight does not say anything, he just awaits instructions. Just like the little bitch boy he is. You say to yourself, but try and remain uninterested in his demeanor.
“Go down and fetch Daryl. I got a job for him.” He commands and swooshes Dwight away with his hand.
You and your father sat there in silence for a few minutes before your heard shuffling down the hallway. Your heart leaped a little and started pounding in your chest, you felt your body involuntarily shoot up at the sound. Luckily, your father didn’t seem to notice, he had his head in his hand, resting on his knee, swinging it back and forth loosely. He was humming to himself and looking bored af.
You snap your head over to see the man who had made your cry out in pleasure over and over the night before, Daryl walked in in that god awful sweat suit, followed by Dwight gripping him firmly by the back of his collar, like he was a fucking animal. You glared at Dwight, disgusted by the man. Your fists harden a little, but you try and take a deep breath to calm yourself, in a few minutes the man would be free of him, at least for a while.
Daryl looks at you briefly with slight confusion, before staring straight ahead, turning the emotion in his face off. He thought for sure you sold him out for what happened last night, anger seethed inside him. He breathed heavily and fixated on a spot on the wall behind Negan, the spot he would look at while he was beaten down, again.
Negan drops his head from his hands with a dramatic sigh, “Fucking… Finally!” He says and stands up, leaning backwards in his egotistical stance. You feel yourself roll your eyes as all daughter’s do when their fathers embarrass them. Fucking show off. You smirk a little.
“Dar-yl.” Negan starts and steps dramatically over to face Daryl, who stands there staring straight ahead, not looking Negan in the eye.
Negan notices this and grabs Daryl by the chin, putting his face inches away from Daryl’s, forcing Daryl to look into his eyes.
“I’ve got a real important opportunity for you, so you best look at me in my fucking face.” He commands, letting Daryl’s chin go, Daryl looked into the man’s eyes, as commanded.
“I’ve gotta go away for a few days, important things to do for an important man like me!” He says, turning away and sauntering around through the room. He couldn’t be more obvious if he had fucking peacock feathers. You say to yourself, laughing inside your head.
He paces around a bit before striding back to Daryl, standing in front of him again. “And I need you to look after this one here… She is… well she is very important to me and I can’t very well trust some of those men out there.” He pauses. “Hell, you know what kind of savages they can be.” He laughs, looking sideways at Daryl, who still shows no emotion.
Negan waits for a reaction for a moment and the stands firm, “Well?! Speak up, boy! I ain’t got all day!” He yells, irritated, making Daryl wince a little. “Will you or won’t you?”
“I will.” Daryl says softly.
“What? I can’t hear you…” Negan taunts him, humming his words.
“I will.” Daryl says louder and more firmly.
“Now, that’s what I like to hear! People complying!” Negan smiled to himself.
“Now, should anything happen to her in your care, well then, things won’t go so well for you…” He says lowly, threatening Daryl with death, just by using a look.
“However, if I come back and she says everything went just fine and dandy? Well then! You sir earn your way out of that box!” He yells happily, enunciating each syllable as he spoke.
“Is that understood?… Daryl?” He asked, putting his eyes to Daryl’s again.
“Yes.” Daryl said loudly and firm, he was getting the hang of how to talk to him, you thought. Your dad didn’t respond to cowardice or silence well, neither did you, in fact you hated it.
“Good! Then we’re all in agreement!” Negan said, looking around at you to be sure, you nod, and he turns his head back to Daryl, pointing at him hard in the chest.
“You will never be 50 feet from her, you understand? You don’t let anyone of those men even look at her out there. You have my permission to take care of anyone who tries to disobey you. You fuck this up and you will have me to deal with.” Negan says shortly, before turning around to give you a kiss on your head and hand you the gun he had swiped from the table, so that Daryl could not grab it. He hands it to you and stares seriously at you.
“You sure about this Y/N?” He asked you.
You nod. “Yes, Dad. I’ll be fine! Go!” You push him a little, and he hugs you, before straightening up, composing himself and turning back to the two men in the room.
“Dwight, come with me, I have some other great jobs for you while I’m gone.” He laughs and puts his hand on Dwight’s shoulder, leading him out of the room.
Negan shuts the door as they leave and you jump up after a couple of minutes and slam the giant deadbolt locked. You look over at Daryl who has not moved an inch, still staring straight ahead.
“You can relax, he’s gone.” You say and run over to the window, lifting the white curtain and peering out, waiting to watch your father drive out of The Sanctuary. You look down and see him starting up his vehicle and driving away, you smile to yourself, and quickly turn back around to face Daryl, who is looking at you confused.
“What the hell’s going on, girl??” He asked in a loud, low tone.
You smile at the sound of his voice and his eyes on you, you run over to him and wrap your arms around him, giving him a big hug around his shoulders. He stands there taken aback, arms still raised in the arm. You loosen your grip and pull yourself back so you can look in his eyes.
“I just got my father to grant you a couple of days out of that fucking box, that’s what’s going on.” You smile and kiss his lips quickly. He grunts and his eyes shift away from you. You smile coyly.
“What? You can fuck me, but you can’t kiss me the next day?” You laugh a little and grab the sides of his face, forcing his mouth against yours. You harshly shove your tongue into him and around his. You suck and swirl around his tongue a few times and feel his hands come closer, until they finally reached your back.
You let go of his lips and lean back again to see his reaction. He smirked shyly, not really sure what kind of game this was, but he loved the feel of you on his lips, and everywhere else.
You laugh a little to yourself, he really seemed to like it when you took charge. You look him up and down and realize he is still that awful sweat suit. You caress his chest through the ugly fabric.
“Come on.” You say and pull him toward the door. You unlock the deadbolt and pull him down the hallway to a room on the other end, on the left-hand side. You pull a key out of your pocket, looking around to make sure none of the servants were around. With Negan gone they had little reason to be up on this level, you took care of your own shit. You slid the metal object into the lock and turn, hearing it click open. You open the door, looking around to make sure it was empty, you usher Daryl in and walk in after him, locking the door again behind you.
“What are we doin’ here?” He whispered loudly, a little nervous.
“Relax, Daryl. I am allowed to be in here.” You say and smirk.
“I just didn’t feel like dealing with any of their shit right now.” You nod toward the door.
He nods, takes a deep breath, and relaxes a little.
“But, what are we doin’?” He asked, still confused.
You start looking around the room, moving piles of clothes, books, and papers around. You walk over to the closet and pull out a black t-shirt and some black denim jeans, you nod to yourself and look at Daryl.
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like that.” You gesture your finger up and down him, with a smirk on your face.
He rolls his eyes and looks to the side slightly smiling.
You walk over to him and grab his hand, putting your lips just inches from his ear, making him grow hard. “Come with me…” You say in a low whisper and grab his hand in yours. You pull him to the door on the backside of the bedroom and open it. Daryl walks in to find it was a private bathroom, with a huge shower/bath tub against the back wall. Daryl looks at you with shock.
“You can’t be serious?!” He asked, surprised.
“What? It’s the only shower on this floor.” You say flatly and walk over to him putting your hands on his chest again, slowly moving your hands down to the hem of his shirt. You notice he is still so stiff.
“Relax, he’s not even here! No one is. It’s just us.” You whisper softly into his ear and start to pull the sweatshirt up over his muscular chest. He raises his arms and you lift it up and over his head. He smiles, finally being free again from the monstrous shirt. Your fingers dart into the waistband of his pants and he growls lowly, staring at you with pure desire. You slowly trace your fingers along his lower stomach, inside his pants.
“I missed you today.” You say, looking up at him with sincerity.
He growls again and pulls your lips onto his, passionately diving his tongue into your mouth, sucking a swirling around you. You moan in happiness, trying to capture his tongue in return.
He breaks away swiftly, looking at you with curiosity. He still didn’t know what you wanted with him, but it looked to him like you might actually care for him. How the hell did that happen? He wondered to himself. Looking at you in awe as you stared up at him with warmth.
“You gonna help me?” He asked with a smirk, nodding to the shower stall behind you two.
You bite your lip and nod, helplessly, “Yeah…” When he looked at you with those piercing eyes, it seemed to attack all sense of reason, this was a bolder man than last night and you loved it.
“You better get those off then.” He says, gesturing at your clothes. Your whole body is on fire as you think about his hands on you and him inside of you. You quickly rip your shirt off, unbutton your pants and tug them off, unclasp your bra, and throw it to the floor, and rip down your panties. He watches you, licking his lips and slightly growling, “Mmmm…” When you are done he rips his pants down, as his already hard cock pops free, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you.
You smile coyly and walk over, open the shower door, bend over and start the water. Suddenly, you feel him next to you, his hard, throbbing cock resting on your left hip as he leans into you, grabbing your ass and smacking it a little. You look up at him and moan, pulling the shower tab up to allow the shower head to spray the hot liquid into the big stall.
You get up, turn around and wrap him in your arms, pulling his mouth back to yours and trying to pull his body as close to you as possible. This made your legs hit to bathtub wall and make you two almost fall backwards, Daryl caught you both and held his arm to the shower door, brace your both and pulling you back up. You giggle in his ear, before crashing your mouth into the side of his neck and sucking on his harshly.
“Damn girl… Let’s get in the tub first.” He moans out when your lips hit his bare skin.
“Fuck… Alright, girl, get the fuck in there. I wanna make you feel so good.” He growls, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging on it slightly. Your lips break contact and he pulls you back so he is staring into your eyes. He was so fucking hard against your leg.
You nod and lick your lips, climbing in to the shower, backing under the shower head and letting it drizzle down your naked body, covering every inch of you. You watch as he steps in, eye fucking you, holding his erect cock in his hands. He shuts the shower door and walks over to you, stepping through the waterfall and pressing you into the wall behind you, crashing his lips down onto your neck.
He harshly sucks and swirls his tongue up and down the side of your neck, as you cry out to him. “Daryl!” You hold onto his huge, broad shoulders as he makes love to your neck. He sucks on your skin for a little bit longer, you watch as the hot water soars down the back of his head and down his broad back. He breaks his contact with your skin and leaves little kisses up your neck, to your cheek, and to your lips. He looks up at you with admiration in his eyes. He crashes his lips back into yours and devours you again.
You feel his hands run up your thighs and roughly push back onto both of your hips, pushing you harder into the tile behind you. You whimper in pleasure at the feel of his rough touch.
You look at him as you are swirling around in each others mouths, he has his eyes closed and is enjoying every second of having you in his mouth. You tease and massage his hair, which earns you another moan.
His hands slowly run up your hips and stomach, until they reach your breasts, he takes one in each of his large hands and slowly begins rubbing them, hard. You arch into him and cry out, pulling your head away from his lips. He smiles and begins to lick down the nape of your neck, all the way down your sternum, until he reached your breasts. You tug at his hair playfully, as you moan out in pleasure.
“That feels so good!” You cry out, tugging his hair into your skin, harder.
Suddenly, his mouth attacks your right nipple and sucks and swirls all around your breast over and over. “Mmmm.” He moans and vibrates into your skin, making you so fucking wet. You bite your lip and enjoy the sensation of his tongue all over you. His lips kiss and swirl over to your other breast and devour it in a circular motion, sucking and swirling, devouring and flicking your nipple over and over.
“Oh yes! Baby!” You cry out, pushing his head into you more and arching your hips into his. He detaches his lips for a moment, looking up at you hungrily, “You want me baby?” He asked lowly.
You look down at him, biting your lip and rapidly nodding your head. “Yes, Baby! I want you so bad!” You moan out to him. He smirks, his hands moving down to your ass and grabbing it harshly, before moving one hand back over in between your parted legs. His fingers trace up and down your folds and he feels how wet you are.
“Damn, girl. So fucking wet.” He says, darting his finger in and out of you a few time, before bring it up to swirl around your clit, making you buck into him and groan. He smirks and removes his hand, placing it back onto his aching cock, he needed to be inside you.
You part your legs in anticipation, staring at him as he pumped himself with his cock. He was so hard and so big. You lick your lips staring at him pleasuring himself, waiting to feel him inside you. Daryl stands up, looking directly into your eyes, and grabs his hard cock in his hand, guiding it to your pussy. You lock eyes and cannot look away, his stare was like pure fire, you loved to watch them stare you down as he fucked you. You lick your lips and he crashes back into your mouth, while moving his cock against your folds, pushing harshly into you.
You moan out in pleasure and pain, into his mouth. “Mmmm…..” You moan into him as his tongue caresses yours.
His hand moves up to the side of your clit and starts to run his index finger up and down you, putting as much pressure down onto you as he could, all the while slowly pumping into you.
You cry out again, “Fuck Yeah!” Moving your hips into him, fucking him back, as you got wetter with every thrust and movement by his finger on you. He built up a rhythm, he would stroke you and thrust into you, while pulling your hips into his with his other hand. You found his rhythm and dipped, bucked, and grinded in compliance, with every cycle.
The water dripped down on you both as you grind into him and he thrusts in to you over and over again, each time he put pressure on your clit and down your pussy. He looks at you as you lose control under his finger and his cock, his hips move slow and deep, watching you groan in pleasure. He then picks up his pace so you are bouncing against each other, he watches as you squeal and scream as he hits into you again and again. “Yes! Yes!” You scream in pleasure, your eyes closed, feeling every inch of him in you.
He groans and continues the pace you loved the most, he makes you bounce onto him over and over, as the water pours over you both. His pace picks up as he grabs your ass even harder, he growls at you.
“Oh Yeah!” His voice picks up in urgency and he grinds harder into your pussy as his dick pounds you.
You feel his cock tighten and harden even more inside of you and then he pushes hard onto your clit, over and over until you explode. You cry out at you cum all over him, as he fucks you hard, faster and faster, rubbing your pussy long and hard. You convulse a little at the pleasure. He watches as you cum because of him, and presses down harder alongside your pussy, making you cum again around him, screaming in pleasure as he fucks you.
He growls into your neck like a wolf and he licks you up the side of your neck, pulling your head back with his hand, to look at him.
“You ready for me?” He asks, fucking you harder than before, removing his hand from your pussy and grabbing your ass hard into him with it.
“Watch as I cum in you, baby.” He said and then drilled his forehead into yours, pinning both your heads into the tile as he moves his other hand to your ass, both hands now under your thighs, pull them around your waste and drill into you, hard and fast, over and over.
There is so much pressure it feels like you might break through the wall, you are crying out in pleasure as he fucks you so good.
“Yeah baby. Cum inside me baby.” You cry out, digging your heels into him, pushing him harder into you, loving him inside you.
You feel yourself building up again.
He stares at you seriously, as he thrusts strategically with every pump, seeing that you are ready to cum for him again, he tries to pump slowly without cumming before you. One thrust, you moan, he slowly shakes into you, hitting your clit with his core, while inside you. He thrusts like this in a slow rhythm, trying to control himself, he sees you start nodding in approval and slowly picks up the pace, while keeping the pressure on your pussy,
“Yeah baby! Just like that, please!!” You cry out and he continues his hard rhythm into you. You open your eyes and grab his face, pulling his mouth back into you as he thrusted into you over and over, harder and harder.
“Fuck yes, baby!! I’m cumming so hard!!” You scream out, leaning your head back and crying out in pleasure, experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life.
Daryl felt you cum, for the third time, and around him so hard. He smacked your ass as you came and thrust into you harshly over and over, as fast as you have ever felt, and you felt him cry out into your mouth.
“Fuck Baby!!” He said as his tongue swirled around yours in appreciation, as he explodes inside you, thrusting rough and deep into you as he cums, growling in pleasure.
He breaks his mouth from yours and kisses down your neck, before looking up at you. He smirked, pushing himself a little deeper into you. You moan as he pushes into you long and hard. You groan at him, still riding your high and pull his hair back to gain access to his mouth on your neck.
He pulls out of you and continues to devour your mouth, happily.
“That was so fucking good.” You say in between kisses.
As your highs die down, you both begin to feel and enjoy the warm water flowing down onto you both. You reach out, grabbing a clean washcloth from the sink, and a bar of soap you had set up. You lean back in to the shower, closing the door again, you begin to wet and suds the cloth. Looking at Daryl who smirks at you.
“I’m gonna wash you down real good.” You say in a sexy tone and snake your body under his arm, forcing him to turn around as you switch places in the shower, shoving him under the waterfall of warm water. The liquid flooded his hair, face, shoulder, chest, dick, legs, down to his feet. He closed his eyes in pleasure for moment, taking it in, before looking back at you.
You smile at him admiring his reaction, “Enjoy it, baby.” You say
before continuing to suds the cloth up. You lean back on the opposite side of
the shower stall and begin to suds up your own body, starting with your
shoulders and neck, moving down to your sternum, to your breasts, you lean your
head up and close your eyes as you feel yourself. You hear Daryl growl and your
eyes snap open, he is eye fucking you, growing hard again, watching you wash
You bring the cloth away from yourself and walk toward him, crashing the cloth down on his chest and drudging it up and down, and then up and down his muscular arm, doing the same with his other arm. You snake your hand around his waist and begin to rub the fabric up and down his long, muscular back and shoulders, bringing it up to his neck. You twist your other hand around him, putting the soap onto the fabric again and rubbing it harshly, causing friction and more suds, you bring the cloth up to the back of his neck, then bringing your hands to rest on the front of his chest. You begin to rub the right-side of his neck, to the nape, and over to the left-side. He moved his head along with your fingertips motion, to allow you all the access you wanted from him. You bring the cloth up to his face, slowly tracing every inch of it, his forehead, his cheeks, down his nose and across his lips. You watch the cloth hit his lips and you lick yours, missing the feeling of them on you. He looks at you and smirks, pulling you into him, crashing his lips back into yours. He shoves his tongue inside of you again and begins to swirl it around yours, roughly.
You moan in delight, almost dropping the washcloth in the process, you catch it and bring it down to his ass, where you massage it into him, snaking it all around his backside and over to his hip, you rub feverishly, working your way to his cock, which is fully erect again. You use the cloth in your hand and pump his dick up and down a few times, making him moan into your mouth.
You drop the wash cloth, needing to feel him in your bare hands. You bring your hand back up to his dick and wrap it around, as he throbs under your touch. He moans again and kisses you even rougher, clanging his teeth into yours for a moment, feeling your hand grip around him.
You move your hand up and down a few times, staring at him as you enjoy his reaction. You smile, undoing your lips from him and taking a step back. You coyly push him back against the wall and begin to kiss and lick down his neck, sternum, stomach, until you are kneeling down in the shower, as the water pours down on his body. You kneel down in front of his huge cock and lick your lips. You look up at him and smile as he awaits your mouth, the look of want and need in his eyes are enough to make you want to touch yourself, but you focus on his cock in front of you.
You slowly lick up and down his shaft, slowly, tasting all of him. You swirl your tongue around his tip as you come back up him, making his hips arch into your face. You smile and slowly put his tip into your mouth, painstakingly sliding his cock down your throat, until it hits the back. You stop and slowly move him back out of your mouth, swirling at his tip again, as he exists you.
“Fuck Y/N!” He groans to himself, his eyes closed, loving the feel of your mouth around him.
You shoves his cock back into your mouth again, this time faster, you bob your head up and down him, his dick hitting the back of your throat harsher each time as he thrust into you in response. He put his hands in your hair and begins to thrust you into him, finding his own rhythm. You obey and continue to suck him off, bobbing your head in sync with his hand as it pulls your mouth over him, back and forth harshly.
You moan slightly, feeling yourself getting wet, your hand roams down between your legs and you start to rub your clit around and around harshly. You moan over him at the sensation of you getting yourself off. You look up at him as he thrusts your mouth over his cock and see he is staring down at you, eye fucking you again. He watches with low, lustful eyes as you play with your clit while sucking on his cock. He growls and shoves you deeper onto his cock, forcing you to gag a little. Your eyes roll back in your head and you regain your focus, rubbing over and over on your clit and sticking a finger inside yourself, darting it in and out, moaning onto his cock at the feeling.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He cries out, shooting his head back and shoving you into him harder and harder. You suck, lick, and swirl around him, and shove him into you as hard and long as you can. You feel his hand erratically begin to thrust you over him, harder and harder until he slams you into him one more time and explodes down your throat. You swallow every sweet drop of his cum, licking and sucking your way up him, as his cock twitches in your mouth. His hand remains in your hair, softly caressing it as you lap up all of him in your mouth.
“Fuck! Take it!” He cries out in pleasure. You moan in pleasure as you lick up his cock. He tasted so fucking good. You thought as you lapped him up. While rubbing yourself harder and faster, you groan to yourself as you come all over your own hand. You remove him from your mouth when you are done, smiling up at him. He growls and looks at you with serious eyes.
“Fuck. I missed you too.” He growls, grabbing your hair pulling your head back.
You stand up and crash your lips back into his.
It went on this way for the next few days, you barely left your bedroom, finding every excuse to memorize each other in every way. When he wasn’t making you cum over and over, he was making you laugh with his idiosyncrasies, or holding you in suspense with the stories of him killing walkers and all the horrible people him and his group had faced and triumphed over.
You told him about your shitty, boring life in this hellhole your dad called home and how you wanted more than anything to be on your own. Whenever you described how miserable you were here he would reach over and put his big hand on your cheek and caress your skin, looking at you sadly, and placing a gently kiss on your forehead. You loved that.
When you did have to occasionally leave the room, for things like food and water, he always made a show of it. Puffing his chest out in his black shirt, walking in front of you, looking seriously at everyone he passed. He bumped Dwight on the shoulder every chance he got. Dwight of course just took it, looking down angrily, and walking swiftly away from the two of you. One day, Daryl stopped him, grabbing him by a familiar vest.
“Hey. Take this shit off.” He commanded.
You smirk a little to yourself, you loved his aggressive side. Dwight looked at you, questioning.
“You heard the man.” You say simply and gesture to Dwight, to take the vest off.
Dwight sighs and looks down, not wanting to know how many of the other Saviors were watching him be emasculated, by a prisoner of all people.
He rips the vest off and throws it at Daryl’s chest, Daryl catches it, and glares are the man.
“I’ll be back for my crossbow.” He says lowly, pushing his face into Dwight’s looking over him dominantly.
Daryl turns around, smirking a little at you, before nodding to you. You smile back and turn around, walking back up the stairs to your safe haven.
You began to lose track of time around the fourth day your father had been gone. It was so hard to concentrate with this man on top of you and his tongue all over you.
You cried out in pleasure as he pushes himself into you, you lost track of how many times he had made you feel this good, you just knew you were always ready for him. You nibble on the side of his ear, sucking up and down his neck harshly, as he pushes his cock into you long and hard.
“Yeah baby! Just like that!” You moan into his ear, digging your heels, that are wrapped around his back, into his skin harder as he thrusts into you, over and over. He growls wildly as he begins to fuck you harder, grabbing your ass and smacking it a little as he does.
“Yes!!” You cry out and push your hands into his back, pulling him closer into you.
He pushes you back hard into the bed and you drop your hands, falling in compliance. He stares down at you.
“I wanna watch you cum.” He says and grabs your hips with both hands, guiding your hips up into him, showing you his new rhythm. You cry out in pleasure, shooting your head back, as you find his pace and he slams up into you harder and harder, slamming pressure onto your clit with every thrust. You hear the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall, over and over, faster and faster, as he hits into you over and over. You hear him growl and groan as he fucks you so hard, you feel him slam into you again and again, and you feel yourself coming close to release.
“Fuck yeah, baby! Harder!” You cry out. He grabs the back of the headboard with both hands, removing them from your hips. He begins to fuck you so hard, the entire bed shakes. He thrusts into you harshly and fast, again and again.
You scream out in pleasure as he hits your clit with such intensity. You cum with him inside you, fucking the shit out of you.
“Fuck! Yes!! Make me cum! Just like that!” You cry out cumming around his throbbing cock as he slams into you.
He growls feeling you cum around his cock. He thrusts harder and harder, thrusting long and hard a few more times before exploding inside you.
“Fuck! Yeah! Y/N!” He cries out as you slam your hips into his as he cums into you, thrusting wildly.
You groan in pleasure, keeping your legs pinned behind him, trying to feel all of him inside of you for a few seconds longer. He pulls out and lays down on top of you, resting his head on the side of your neck, licking you up and down a little, before placing a rough kiss on your skin.
You smile down at him, wrapping your arms around him. You are both covered in sweet sweat and your hearts pound into each other. Your breathing returns to normal soon and you close your eyes, falling asleep with this amazing man pressed on top of you.
You slept through the night together and before you knew it the first rays of dawn began to dance across your window pane. You awoke early and smiled to yourself as you watched Daryl sleep soundly next to you. You wanted to do something special for him, so you got up, got dressed, and headed down to the kitchen to make you two some breakfast.
You tip toed down the stairs, one after the other, descending past the mostly still asleep servants, and down to the basement. You passed the cells that your man had once been trapped in, and to the locked double doors of the kitchen. You pull the keys your father had given you out of your pocket and slammed them quietly into the lock, twisting and turning until it popped open. You unwrapped the chains and let them fall to the side, as you pulled the double doors open. You walked into the dining hall, shut the doors behind you, and skipped happily to the kitchen.
You throw your hair in a messy ponytail and put a skillet on the stove, using a match to light the pilot light, while turning the knob on the side, a flame roared to life under the burner. You cracked a couple of eggs into the iron skillet and watched as they started to sizzle. You flipped the eggs a couple of times and threw them on a plate nearby. You shut off the flame and your eyes searched around the room, you smiled and grabbed a couple of whole peaches from a full basket that was resting on the counter. You grabbed a couple of bottles of water, tucking them under your arm, grabbing the plate of food, two forks, and headed out the door.
You sat your food down quickly to lock up again, before grabbing the plate and bottles again, and tip toeing back up the stairs, through the servants quarters and back up to your room. You slowly opened the door, looking at the bed, it was empty. You walked in into the room, closer to the bed and heard the door slam shut behind you. You spin around, almost dropping the plate in your hand, and see Daryl standing there with a smirk.
“You scared me!” You giggle a little before throwing the plate and the water bottles on the table next to you.
“Sort of the point.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrow a little and rushed toward you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his mouth again. After a long intense kiss, you were left breathless again, as he moved his lips to your neck, sucking and swirling around your skin.
“I… I made you breakfast…” You say, trying to control your breathing, you loved the feel of his lips on your body, it made all sense of reason fade.
“Later.” He says, pushing you both back down to the bed.
You stayed in bed all day, memorizing every inch of each other, he loved to run his fingertips up and down your body, watching you moan out to him in pleasure. He loved to watch you come undone at the sound of his lips in your ear, as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to you. He loved to touch you in all the right places and watch you cry out in need. He loved to be inside you, making you cum over and over again, watching you scream out his name in satisfaction. He loved every part of you.
You felt the same, you’d never thought you’d crave one person’s touch so much, just the thought of him touching you and kissing you all over made you want to touch yourself. Just watching him stare you down across the room, made you want to run over to him and be wrapped in his arms. You always felt he was too far away if he was not touching you in some way. You loved the feel of his lips all over you, devouring every inch. You loved how he moaned out your name right before he explodes inside of you. You loved how he smiled so softly at you before he closed his eyes and drifted off to asleep. You don’t know how it happened, but this had been the best week of your life and you ached for even more of him.
It was getting closer toward dinner when you heard a familiar engine rumble, you shoot up in your bed, only a sheet is covering your naked body. You grab the sheet around you, leaving Daryl naked on the bed, staring at you in confusion. You walk to your window and see your father’s vehicle driving in, headlights on, as the sun sets in the distance.
“Fuck. He’s back.” You say and throw Daryl his new clothes. “Put those on.” You say and begin to grab your own clothes that were scattered to every corner of the room, from earlier events. Daryl stands up quickly and tugs on his clothes, pulling the black denim jeans over his hips, zipping and buttoning up, and then throwing on the black t-shirt, covering his chest, much to your dismay. He grabbed his socks and throw them over his large feet, sitting down on the bed to shove his feet into the boots that were sitting by his side of the bed.
You quickly slide into some panties, throw on and clasp your bra, shake out your jeans, slamming your legs into them, quickly shimmying them up, zipping and buttoning them closed. You throw on your white t-shirt, and quickly throw your hair into a ponytail. You look down and grab the sheet that is by your feet, throwing it to Daryl who quickly throws it over the bed, smoothing the fabric out, you throw him one side of a blanket that had spent most of the past few days on the floor, and you both lifted it up and gently placed it on the bed, tucking in the sides.
You quickly ran over and crashed your lips into his, you had to taste him one last time. He grabbed you into him passionately, and devoured your lips into his, swirling his tongue around yours over and over. He broke the kiss and looked at you with love in his eyes, he brought his hand up to your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. He looked like he wanted to say something, he started to move his lips, when you heard a loud bang on your door.
“Y/N! Let me in!” Negan’s booming voice came from the other side of the door.
Your heart jumped at the sound of your father’s fist on your door, but you took a deep breath and composed yourself, trying hard to find the sarcastic bitch inside yourself.
“Coming, Dad…” You groan and roll your eyes.
You walk over and unlock the deadbolt, you open the door and find your father’s smiling face on the other side.
“Hey, kiddo!” He shouts and leans back, opening his arms for a hug.
“Hey Dad…” You say quietly and wrap your arms around him for a short hug. You detach from him and he tussles your hair, you groan and begin to fix the damage. He does not notice and walks around you, into your room, looking straight ahead at Daryl, who is standing still against your back wall, on his side of the bed. He stares stoically at Negan and then picks a spot on the wall to stare down.
Negan laughs and walks in, sauntering around your room. He drags his index finger, inside his black glove, over your table, to your dresser, to the back wall, dragging it across the surface until he meets Daryl. He lifts his finger from the back wall and brings it in front of Daryl’s chest, pushing it into him harshly.
“You.” He says shortly and stares at Daryl with a playful look in his eyes, waiting for Daryl to react, when he doesn’t Negan smirks and turns his head back to look at you.
“How did Dar-yl, do this week, Y/N?” He asks, excitedly. “I hope he was a good little doggy.” He says, laughing back into Daryl’s face.
You roll your eyes at your father’s words. “Jesus, Dad. Lay off. He did… he was a great help.” You say sounding oddly optimistic. Your father paused at your change in demeanor and behavior. You wiped the smile off your face and tried to remain stoic. Calm your shit. You order yourself in your head, taking a deep breath trying to calm your nerves.
Negan looks at you as you recompose yourself, he shakes off your odd behavior, and smiles, taking in your words.
“Well Holy Hell! Is this man finally ready to step up and be a team player?!” Negan asks out loud to himself, his voice booming.
“Not sure he wants to be one of your butt monkeys, dad. He likes protecting people. Not sure that will quite fit with your murderous overtones around here.” You scoff, turning a chair in their direction and plopping down on it.
“Easy, Y/N. That murderous shit pays for all this.” He says gesturing to your room and belongings.
You could get into that right now, but decide against it. You look at Daryl who is staring straight ahead, not saying a word, as Negan breathes down his neck.
“What do you think we should do with him, then?” He asks you, staring Daryl up and down.
“Well, I sure have been enjoying not having to watch my back every time I step out of here. I’ll keep him.” You smile to yourself, butterflies dance around in your stomach.
Negan nodded, “For now.” He breaks eye contact with Daryl and begins to walk over to the door, he stops and grabs your chin, staring you in the eyes, searching for the thing he couldn’t put his finger on. He knew there was something you weren’t telling him. You stared at him, putting all the innocence you had into your gaze. He seemed satisfied and dropped his hand.
“Dinner’s in an hour.” He said and you nod.
Negan glares back at Daryl, who has remained still, and then heads out the door.
You slam the door shut and lock it. You run over to Daryl, wrap your arms around him and begin to devour his lips again. He pulls you up into his arms, wraps your legs around his waist, and drives you both back onto the bed. He breaks his kiss and stares into your eyes, “What are we doing?” He asks, moving your hair to the side, to view your eyes better.
You bite your lip, your heart racing, every inch of you on fire for his touch again. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to stop.” You say and pull his lips back into yours, he groans as he slides back on top of you, tasting you wherever he could.
“Daryl!” You cry out in pleasure as he starts to undress you.
You sat down across from your father, trying to look a serious as you could. You tried to push the thoughts of what the man standing behind you had done to you just minutes earlier. You rubbed your face, hoping it wasn’t red, and smoothed down your messy hair. Daryl stood behind you staring blankly ahead on the wall, he too was trying to think of anything but how he had just made her cry out for him, over and over again. He cleared his throat, trying to push the thoughts aside.
Negan sat down across from you and stared back at Daryl, he looked Daryl up and down, suddenly realizing that Daryl’s infamous outfit was gone.
“Fuck Y/N. Did you give him my shit to wear??” He asked a little angry.
You scoffed, “Well, I couldn’t very well have him escorting me around in that dirty piece of shit he was wearing! I have standards you know dad?” You say jokingly, crossing your arms in defense.
He nodded after a moment, understanding your position.
“Fair enough.” He stated simply. You watch as Timothy walks in and pours your father some wine, he walks over to you and you nod to him, he fills your glass as well. He nods and heads out the door. He comes back minutes later, carrying two plates, on them are some steamed carrots, potatoes, and a couple of pieces of roast. The Sanctuary raised livestock that your father had confiscated from another group, so every once in a while meat was abundant. You breathe in the scent realizing how hungry you are, you had barely come up for air the past few days, too busy devouring Daryl’s body. Your mind races over more thoughts of you two and you stare absentmindedly at your plate.
“What’s the matter with it?” Negan asks, watching you with a questioning look on his face.
You snap out of your dirty thoughts and look up at him, embarrassed. “Sorry, I was just… Nothing. It looks great!” You say, trying to sound thrilled. You stab your fork into a carrot and raise it to your lips, you chew it up and swallow it.
You notice your father still has his eyes on you and suddenly his mouth drops a little.
“Well, I’ll be…” He says and smirks a little to himself.
“Is it true that my little girl has finally found a man to her liking?!” He shouts out, loudly.
You look at him in confusion, “What?… What are you talking about?” You ask.
He runs his finger down his neck, and then points to you, “Looks like someone has been doing some serious damage there.”
Shit. You must have had marks on you, you hadn’t even noticed. Undone by a hickey. Nice going Y/N. You say to yourself, angrily.
Negan laughs to himself, finding the situation thoroughly amusing, apparently. You reach up and cover your neck, as if somehow that would turn back time. Negan notices and shushes his hand out to you.
“Oh hell, Y/N. Just having a laugh. Relax.” He chuckles.
“So, who is this lucky servant of mine? Possible, son-in-law?” He says, stretching out every syllable as he spoke, with a shit grin on his face.
“I told you I wasn’t interested in any of them.” You said softly, but firm, rubbing your neck uncomfortably. You didn’t know if you should lie or not, but every part of your being wanted him beside you again, touching you.
Negan stared at you in anticipation. “Well, if not one of them, then who?” He asked, awaiting your response. You froze, unsure of what to do.
Suddenly, Daryl steps forward and puts his hand firmly on your shoulder, staring Negan directly in the eyes.
Negan’s eyes turn from playful to storm clouds in a matter of seconds as he puts the situation together. You reach up and put your hand over Daryl’s, looking a little afraid toward your father.
“I found a man that I want, dad. I didn’t expect it to happen, it just did…” You trail off, rubbing your hand over Daryl’s.
“What the fuck do you mean Y/N?!? How the fuck…” He stands up and paces angrily around the room.
“Timothy! Get Lucille now!” Negan louds out the door and storms back in pacing up and down the room.
You stand up, kick your chair to the side, and stand with your back buried in Daryl’s chest, pushing you both to the wall, until Daryl’s back slams against it, putting your body in front of his defensively.
“No, Dad! You aren’t going to hurt him!” You say, tears forming in your eyes, you try and choke them down, you try and remain tough.
“The fuck if I’m not! I ask him to watch over you and he takes that to mean, ‘Go Fuck My Daughter’??” He screams angrily and paces up and down some more.
“Dad! It was my choice, I started it. It wasn’t his fault… And it’s more than that, I think… I think, I love him.” You finish your sentence softly and look down, realizing this for the first time yourself. You feel Daryl wrap his arms around you, hugging you into him slightly, at your words.
Negan stops pacing and looks you in the eye, he had never seen you look this way, ever in your life. Hell if he didn’t know any better, he could have swore you were telling the truth. It was the same look your mother used to give him before she was infected. He missed her every day, but was comforted knowing his daughter was so much like her. He was startled when Timothy ran in, bat in hand, reaching it out to Negan.
Negan sighed, shook his head, and gestured it away. “Nevermind. Put her back.” He said. Timothy obeyed.
Negan walked back over to you two and looked you in the eye, Daryl dropped his arms and you stepped forward to meet your father.
He looked at you softly. “If this is really what you want Y/N, I’ll try to be okay with it. But if he hurts you…” He rambles off tightening his jaw.
You smile up at him and peck his cheek, “He’s not the type, dad.” You say happily. You turn back around and smile at Daryl who is looking questioningly at you both, not sure if he can relax or not. You smile and grab his hand, pulling him closer to you and your father.
You push Daryl’s hand out and grab your father’s and do the same.
“Daryl, this is my father. Dad, this is Daryl.” You say and they shake hands.
“Nice to meet you, Daryl.” Negan says, with respect for Daryl in his voice, for the very first time.