In the Woods

(Eddie Munson x Reader) (18+)

Summary: this was supposed to be from a longer fic that’s been brewing in the pot for a long while, but I got that worm in my brain that doesn’t let me finish things, and I haven’t posted in forever so you guys can have the porn scenes. if I ever finish it u can have the full fic as a treat <3

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: swearing, sexual content, protected sex, p in v sex, outdoors sex, slight edging

A/N: (this takes place at skull rock, also there are some things that reference the plot of the fic or moments within the full fic, ignore those <3)

Minors DNI please !!!

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needed to make this bc <3

Scary Movie Night (Smokin’ pt 2)

Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

Summary: (Part 2 to Smokin’, the reader and Eddie hang out after their eventful night of smoking weed and doing other things, they pick up a scary movie and she meets some new friends, basically just self-indulgent cuteness)

Word Count: 5.1k

Content: she/her pronouns, minimal use of y/n, mentions of drugs, some cursing, sexual content)

A/N: (This part involves an established friendship group between Eddie, Robin, and Steve. Also, I used a fake address in this story, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t exist irl, but if it does, no it doesn’t <3)

Part 1

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It was just last night that completely changed the chemistry of her brain. She already had had a crush on Eddie, but now all she could think about were flashback snippets of their bodies pressed against each other’s in that hot, sweaty mess that they had both partaken in last night. She had hoped it had meant as much to him as it had to her, and she had hoped that he meant it when he agreed to hanging out the following day. But now she was facing a new problem.

They made vague plans to “hang out” and had not mentioned a specific time or place.

She was at a loss, pacing her bedroom at nine in the morning after failing to sleep in; she was too excited to sleep for long. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how the fuck do I reach out to him? I don’t even know his phone number, she frantically thought to herself, putting her face in her hands as she continued her bedroom pacing.

Then it hit her. Phone number. She hoped her plan didn’t seem desperate, but he had left her no choice.

She snuck out of her bedroom, tiptoeing as quietly as she could past her parents’ bedroom to their living room, grabbing the gigantic book from under the little pine coffee table. She plopped the big open book on the coffee table, flipping through the pages to find the M section. She scanned down the page, tracing with her finger until she landed on the last name that she was searching for. Munson.

Oh god, what was his uncle’s name again? she pondered, sitting back for a minute to go back through their conversations. It definitely started with a W... Will... Wyatt... Wayne... Oh my god, Wayne! She excitedly sifted through the Munsons in the Yellow Pages before finding exactly what she was looking for: the phone number to Wayne’s trailer.

She quickly memorized the number, closing the book and placing it back gently under the coffee table. She creeped over to the wall-mounted phone, hoping that her parents were still dead asleep on a Saturday morning so that they wouldn’t overhear  her attempt at a phone conversation. With a deep, shaky breath, she typed in the number. The dial tone had her almost peeing in her pajama shorts. She just had sex with Eddie yesterday, but calling his home and the idea of having to ask Wayne to speak to Eddie had her feeling like she was about to barf.

The other line picked up with a click. A gruff voice she didn’t recognize spoke. “Wayne Munson, who’s talkin?”

Her heart was racing, and her voice shook as she stuttered out, “I- uh, is Eddie there? Oh, sorry, this is Eddie’s friend y/n.”

“Sure, sweetheart, one moment.” It felt sincere when he said the word sweetheart. Relief flooded through her veins at how polite Wayne was, even though she hadn’t even met him yet. She heard him yell with his face away from the phone, “Eds! There’s a young lady on the phone for you!”

Her pulse picked up speed again while waiting to hear his familiar voice faintly respond to his uncle. After not hearing anything but some stumbling noises, eventually she heard that honey-sweet voice distorted by the phone. “Eddie speaking.”

“Uh, hey Eddie. It’s y/n...”

“Y/n! I was wondering when I’d hear from you again.” Even through the phone he was such a flirt. She twirled her hair in her fingers while they continued to speak.

“Y-yeah, I just wanted to- well, we didn’t make any actual plans to hang out last night, and I was just wondering what you had in mind... for hanging out...” Even though her words didn’t feel incorrect, she still had this overwhelming feeling that she sounded like a bumbling idiot.

“You into scary movies?” He sounded entirely unbothered by her nervousness, which helped to ease her into an easier conversation.

“I am.”

“Well, I know a place where we could pick one up, if you’d be interested in watching one with me.”

“Yes! I’d love to,” she giggled, feeling embarrassed about how hard she was blushing from a conversation that wasn’t even in person. “What time did you wanna meet up?”

“Mmm,” his voice rumbled through the telephone, “how about five?”

“Five? Yeah, I can do five.” She felt more giddy than a child on Halloween before they go trick ‘r treating. She kicked her feet around the carpeted floor, waiting for his response.

“Is it alright if I pick you up in the van?”

She bit her lip in excitement. She had wanted to ride in that big clunky van with him for so long. “Yeah, that’d be cool.”

“Cool,” he repeated back to her. It reminded her of their escapades last night that ended with a similar exchange, which lodged an excited squeal in her throat.

“Alright, well... I guess I’ll see you at five... Wait! Do you need my address?” she asked, and then realizing that, obviously, he’d need her address.

“Nah, I’ll just sniff you out,” he joked, and they both chuckled before he said, “But, yeah, an address would be nice.”

“Sure, it’s 9938 Laurel St. We’re the yellow house with the potted plants and food bowls for stray cats outside.”

“Your family feeds stray cats?”

“Well, I do... my parents don’t really care, but seeing the poor babies stuck outside just breaks my heart.”

“That’s so cute,” he chuckled. It made her heart do a summersault in her chest.

“Uh...” she felt so speechless. “well, I’ll see you at five.”

“Alright, see you at five, princess.” She shivered remembering all the time he had flirtatiously called her “princess”.

“Okay... bye, Eddie,” she said, doing her best to say his name in a suggestive way, in her attempt to flirt back before promptly placing the phone back on the wall mount, ending the phone call with a click. She let out a deep breath, relaxing her body and realizing how tense it was during that phone call.

She crept her way back into her bedroom, leaving no trace of having been in the living room. She decided to do her long shower routine to fill the time, using an absurd amount of her family’s hot water to scrub her skin impossibly soft. She used so much lotion that she had to sit out in her underwear for a good half an hour before it fully absorbed into her skin. She chose her favorite outfit that made her feel cute and attractive and did her favorite makeup look to accompany it. She was so excited for that date...

Then her face dropped. Was it a date?

Her mind started reeling as she combed through their phone call in her head, trying to recall if there was anything that gave away the idea that they were going on a date. Well, she thought, even if it’s note a date, at least I’ll be hanging out with him.

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Five o’clock had finally rolled around. Looking forward to seeing Eddie was all she could think about. Her parents were out on a parent date-night, leaving her by herself in the house, but she didn’t mind. She liked that she wouldn’t have to worry about parents’ opinions when Eddie would get there. She had been dressed and ready for a few hours now, and she sat herself on the sofa to wait for any sign of him arriving, his jacket that he had lent her sitting in her lap.

She heard the sounds of a heavy vehicle pulling up outside of her house, the tires against the street, the rumble of the engine. She kicked her feet in excitement as she heard the jangling silver and heavy footsteps approaching her door. And then the bell rang.

She took her time getting up off of the comfortable sofa and walking to the door so that she didn’t seem like she had been eagerly waiting for him to arrive. She slowly opened the door, immediately beaming with joy at the sight before her. “Hi, Eddie,” she said coyly.

He looked her up and down, smirking to himself with that flirty sparkle in his eyes. “Hey, princess. Long time no see.”

“You ready for a scary movie night?” she asked, stepping out to join Eddie outside. She locked the door behind her, taking the lead to walk towards his van with his jacket hanging over her arm.

“Hell yeah, I’ve been contemplating which movie to pick,” he admitted, jogging ahead of her to beat her to the van, pulling the passenger door open for her. She melted over his chivalrous action.

“Thanks,” she whispered, climbing into the van. He gently closed the door behind her, walking around the hood. She noticed the smells from inside his car, cigarette smoke and weed, but it also smelled like leather. She took in a deep breath to gather more of the aroma, already feeling that nervous buzz in her core. Eddie opened the driver side door, hopping in quick and starting the van with a loud, sputtering roar of its engine. She handed the jacket over to him, holding it out for him to take. “Oh, and here’s your jacket.”

“Why, thank you, sweetheart,” he chirped, taking his jacket and tossing it behind him into the back of the van. He tapped his steering wheel with his fingers before side-eyeing her, “you ever seen Evil Dead?”

“Ew, yes. I hate the tree scene with the girl,” she answered bluntly. “We’re not watching that.”

He started to drive, carefully exiting her neighborhood. “Fine with me, how about Nightmare on—”

“Have you ever seen The Thing?” She didn’t mean to interrupt, but Eddie didn’t mind. As soon as he saw her eyes light up, he knew the movie they’d be watching tonight. He started his usual speeding and rougher driving once they were out of her neighborhood.

“Oh, uh, I actually have not. I’m a big slasher guy, so I just wasn’t interested when I saw the trailer,” he admitted, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road and not stare at her. She just looked so pretty tonight. He could feel her gaze branding into his skin as she watched him talk.

“You don’t even know how scary it gets. The trailers did not do it justice. We’re watching it,” she declared, and he chuckled at her, endeared by her passion for the movie.

“I like a woman who’s decisive,” he flirted.

“Shut up,” she retorted, blushing profusely and looking out of the passenger window. Hawkins looked almost beautiful in the pink lighting of a beginning sunset. The barren trees looked like they were twisting and winding into the pink, cloudy sky.

While he felt pride in getting her flustered, he wanted her to look at him again, not out the window. “You care if I play some tunes?” he asked, needing to fill the void of silence.

“Go ahead,” she said, letting her attention be pulled from the scenery outside. He played some hard rock cassette and sang along under his breath, which she found to be utterly adorable.

They drove up to a strip of stores and parked outside of the one called Family Video. Eddie opened the door to hop out, and she followed suit, following him as he strutted into the video store.

She looked around in awe at all of the VHS tapes lining the walls and the neon lights inside, illuminating the space with colored lighting, and it smelled of dust and candy. She was immediately sucked into the titles of the tapes, tracing along the walls with her finger as she snuck behind standalone shelves, searching for the movie they had picked out, while she heard Eddie speaking with unfamiliar voices at the counter.

“Hey, y/n, come meet some buddies of mine!” she heard Eddie call out. She gave up on her search, walking up to the counter lined with all different types of candy. Her eyes first met with Eddie’s and she gave him a small smile before looking over to see who he was chatting with. She recognized one of them from the school marching band, but the other fluffy-haired guy she didn’t know.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” she said softly, feeling suddenly timid. She stood close to Eddie for reassurance, and he must have read the look on her face because he put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her in a bit closer and making lightning shoot up her spine.

“This is Robin, and that’s my boy, Stevie,” he said in a teasing tone, which made her suspect that the other boy did not go by Stevie.

“Actually, it’s just Steve,” he said, turning his annoyed eyes away from Eddie and onto her. “Hi, I’m Steve,” he said loudly, extending a hand out. She grinned and shook it happily, feeling much better knowing that Eddie’s friends were nice to her.

She turned her head to find the marching band girl staring at her. “Robin,” she stated, making eyes with Steve and then Eddie before joking, “Wow, I didn’t know Eddie knew how to attract girls.”

This made Steve laugh, but Eddie gave Robin that flat-mouth, jokingly-angry look. She took her chance to join in the group’s joking by saying, “And I still don’t think he does.”

Steve and Robin laughed hard at her joke, which made her beam with pride. “Keep that up, y/n, and you’ll do just fine,” Robin said, as a sort of entry to their group.

“So, can we help you find anything specific?” Steve asked, reaching his arm back to scratch the back of his head.

“Yes, actually. Do you guys have The Thing? I couldn’t find it on the shelves,” she said, side-eyeing Eddie with wide eyes to show that she was excited for their scary movie night.

“We do!” Robin answered, leaning underneath the counter to grab the tape. “Someone just returned it,” Robin said, leaning over the counter to hand it over to her.

She smiled in return, flipping over the VHS cover to read the synopsis on the back. “Awesome! How much do I owe ya?” she asked, reaching for her wallet in her back pocket before Robin stopped her.

“Don’t worry about it. Eddie here watches movies for free,” Robin said, which had her looking Eddie in the eyes with a face that asked, In exchange for what?

Eddie leaned in close to her ear, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, as he whispered, “They get to dip their fingers in my stash in exchange for free movies,” explaining their bartering system of VHS tapes and weed. Her face immediately went beet red when his voice tickled her ear, and Robin and Steve did her the favor of not pointing it out. But they did share a glance.

“W-well, uh, it was really cool meeting you guys,” she said, signaling to Eddie that she wanted to be alone and watch their movie already.

“Yeah, we gotta head out,” Eddie sighed, smirking at the two friends before promptly dropping a heavy arm across her shoulders and leading her towards the exit. “But you guys have a swell night,” he finished with a wink in their direction.

She let herself be led by Eddie’s tall stature, feeling a tad embarrassed about how willingly she followed him like a puppy. She looked back to see Robin and Steve glancing at her before turning to immediately joke with each other. He opened the door for her, and she climbed into his van, VHS tape in hand.

They drove back to Eddie’s trailer, listening to his metal music and him listening to her ramble on about how he’s just gonna love the movie. It was completely dark out by the time they arrived to Eddie’s place, reminding her of yesterday and how it began with her standing outside of his trailer in the dead of night.

“Home sweet home,” Eddie sighed, hopping out of the car and purposefully jingling his keys. She followed him to his door and watched as he unlocked the door, opening it and stepping out of the way to let her in first. She stepped into the deliciously familiar space, inhaling the unforgettable scents and taking in the dimly lit scene once more while Eddie closed the door behind them. He snuck up behind her, snaking a toned arm around her waist and tucked his lips behind her ear, tickling her as he whispered, “You ready to watch that movie?”

Her legs felt like jelly, and his proximity to her immediately stirred up her core, increasing her body’s temperature uncomfortably. “Y-yeah,” she stuttered out as her body shivered in response. He left a little kiss behind her ear before leaving his position to stand in front of the television. He held his hand out, and she understood what he meant, placing the VHS in his hand. She dropped her body onto his sofa, reveling in the comfortable way her body just sank into the cushions. “Mmm, I wish we had another joint,” she mused. “Ugh, I should’ve brought my baggie.”

“Eh, I’d rather be present in this moment,” he revealed, pushing the VHS tape into the player and pressing the button on it before slinking back onto the couch to join her. As the movie started, she let herself slump into Eddie’s side, and he welcomed her in, happily wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in tighter and giving her arm a little squeeze.

They watched the horror movie, peacefully entranced by being in each other’s spaces. When the tension began to build, she moved Eddie’s arm from its spot around her and held it tightly in an anxious embrace. He looked over at her face, reading the tension in her brows and smirking to himself. “I thought you’ve seen this movie, why are you the one who’s all scared?” he teased.

“I’m not scared,” she returned, tucking her face in between Eddie’s arm and the couch out of embarrassment. Muffled by the couch, she said, “The movie is just really good at building tension.”

“Baby, you’re squeezing the life out of my arm. I can see that you’re scared,” he chuckled. The word “baby” slipped so casually out of his mouth, she almost didn’t even catch it. She returned her head to its position of leaning against Eddie’s bicep and mindlessly grazed her fingernails over the skin of his forearm, and she could see the goosebumps it was giving him, making her smile to herself. She never wanted this perfect moment to end.

She peeked her eyes up at Eddie’s face to find he was completely engrossed in the movie. With a little cheeky grin, she lifted her head and turned to Eddie, looking down at her hand still gently scratching his skin as she whispered, “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah, princess?” he asked in return, taking a second to pull his attention away from the television screen. He looked at her being all bashful, and he absolutely melted at the sight. He had already seen her naked, and she was still shy around him. He just wanted to pinch her cute cheeks and give her forehead kisses until his lips fell off. He tucked his finger under her chin, using his knuckle to pull her face, making her eyes lock with his. “What would you like to ask me?”

He felt her shiver and witnessed her pupils dilate before she whispered even softer, “Can I kiss you again?”

He chuckled deeply before saying, “Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask me that anymore.”

“Sorry, I just- I know we did stuff yesterday, but I didn’t know if you wanted to be—”

“Baby, you’re stuck with me now,” he joked before flashing that smile adorned with dimples. His eyes darted down to her lips for a second before she took initiative, sitting up to dive into his face, tackling him while she attached herself to those lips that she just couldn’t stop thinking about. She could feel him smiling into their kiss before he let his lips melt into hers and they were once more entangled passionately on his couch.

She straddled his lap as she dug her fingers deep into his soft curls, opening her mouth to invite in his hot tongue. She could already feel her core abuzz with need, making her drop her body weight into his crotch and eliciting a soft almost inaudible groan out of him. She smirked into their kiss when she felt his hardness grow beneath her. She felt his hands creep up her sides, landing on her hips and pushing her down harder against him. They rocked together on the couch, grinding into each other while their mouths did their graceful dance. When she felt his fingertips brush against her skin under the hem of her shirt, she broke from his lips momentarily to pull it off.

“God, I could just eat you up,” he murmured, eyeing her cleavage like it was the first time he had ever seen breasts. She giggled in response, and his hands slid up her bare sides, reaching around her back to unhook her bra for her. He fiddled with the hooks for a little too long, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration.

“You need help?” she chuckled, looking down at Eddie, who looked back up at her with an obviously fake hurt expression.

He scoffed before saying, “I can do it. It’s just this thing is like a tiny straightjacket.” And with that, she felt it loosen on her, and a strap fell off her shoulder. With mesmerized eyes, he slid both straps down her arms gently, caressing the skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. After dropping her bra on the carpeted floor, he placed his hands on her back and pulled her into his face, burying his face in her naked chest. It made her giggle, but her laughs were cut off with a gasp when she felt his lips suck against her skin, leaving her skin wet and blushing. She bit her lip to stifle a small moan when she felt him catch her left bud in his mouth, licking it softly before suckling on it. Her fingers intertwined with the locks at the base of his skull, pulling him in tighter to her and pushing her hips down against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Eddie,” she whispered in his ear, “do you wanna...?”

“Miles ahead of you, sweetheart,” he whispered in return, and she could feel the outline of his lips moving against her skin. His hands snaked down to her jeans, undoing the button and zipper of her jeans. His hands being even closer to her core made her tremble, and she stepped off of his lap to take off her jeans, kicking her shoes off before sliding her pants all the way off of her legs. She climbed back onto Eddie’s lap, highly aware of the face that she was just left in her panties while he was still fully dressed.

“Y’know, we’re gonna have to rewatch the movie,” she joked, turning her head to see a horrifying still from the movie. She instantly reacted by covering Eddie’s eyes and yelling, “Turn it off! No spoilers!”

He laughed, and she could feel the rumble of his laughter against his chest. “Baby, I’m gonna have to look to turn it off.”

With a sudden idea, she quickly pulled up the hem of Eddie’s shirt like she was fully removing it, but stopped when it was covering his face, trapping his head and arms momentarily.

“What are y—”

“You can’t look! I’m turning it off,” she giggled, hopping off of his lap to press the off button on the television. She carefully climbed back on, finishing her job of pulling off his shirt, revealing his devilish grin.

“That was quite a trick you had up your sleeve,” he said like he was planning something devious in his mind.

“It wasn’t up my sleeve, I just have very developed critical thinking skills,” she joked back, mindlessly tracing the tattoo on his chest with her finger. He gently grabbed her hand, wrapping his larger hand around it. The sight of her hand enveloped by his sent tingles all the way down her spine, and she could feel wetness begin to pool in her underwear. She twisted her hand in his, switching hand positions to be holding his palm and led his hand to her mouth, bending his ring and pinkie fingers and deftly placing his index and middle fingers in her mouth, wrapping her lips around them and encasing his fingers inside of her hot wet mouth. He was staring so intensely, his eyes darkening with lust. He swiftly sucked in air between his teeth when he felt her tongue swirl against the pads of his fingers.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, his voice getting lower and huskier in the way that gave her goosebumps all over, “you’re killing me.”

She responded by batting her lashes, pushing his fingers deeper in her mouth and sucking on the length of his two fingers. She felt the twitch in his jeans and slowly bucked her hips, pressing herself against his erection.

He just could not take the tension anymore, sliding his fingers out of her mouth and grabbing her face, pulling her mouth to his harshly. She gasped but quickly adapted, pressing her naked abdomen to his, feeling how hot his skin was. She thought her skin was hot, but compared to her Eddie was a god damn furnace. She felt like candle wax melting against his insanely hot skin. She slid her hands down his torso, grazing her nails against his stomach and feeling him tense up as her hands reached his jeans. She made haste in undoing his pants, pulling the zipper and spreading his jeans open and revealing the straining tent his boxers. She blushed at the sight, her mouth instantly salivating.

“Like what you see?” he teased, noticing her bashful stare. He watched her throat move as she gulped. “Here, hop up for a moment while I take these off,” he said, and she obliged, sliding to the side off of his lap and watching as he got up off of the couch and stood a little close, his bulge to her eyeline. She reached out to touch him, but he stepped back teasingly, clicking his mouth in a joking manner. “Such a needy baby.”

He made a show out of kicking off his left shoe, and they both watched as it flew across the room and hit the wall before it landed on the floor. She returned her gaze to him, watching him gear up to try and send his right shoe even farther across the living room space. He nudged the heel off with left sock-covered foot before swinging his leg, sending the the white sneaker flying as hard as he could until—

Thwack.

“Ow!”

“Oh my god.”

“Eddie, what the shit?”

“Oh my fucking god. I’m so fucking sorry.” He rushed to her side on the couch, and she held her nose tightly, feeling it throb on her face. Then she felt her nostril trickle, but it felt warmer and slicker than snot. “Oh god, your nose is bleeding,” he said in a panicked tone. His panic elicited a laugh out of her.

She felt bad because he seemed so scared, but at this she needed to laugh it off. She tilted her head back to try and stop the bleeding and said, “Yeah. That’s what happens when a flying shoe hits your face.”

“Oh, uh, here, come with me,” he said, quickly grabbing shirt before taking her hand and leading her to his tiny trailer bathroom while she kept her face aimed towards the ceiling and pinching her nose shut. He closed the toilet lid and deftly nudged her shoulders down towards it, signaling her to sit down on the lidded toilet. She willingly took the seat, her available hand blindly searching for the toilet paper. He handed her an item, but it didn’t feel like toilet paper. His shirt. What a gentleman. She let go of her nose and dropped her head for a moment to put on the shirt, secretly reveling in the notion that she was wearing his shirt. He grabbed the roll of toilet paper, unwrapping a huge wad and kneeling down in front of her. She let him wipe all of the blood off of her face, although she still had that pink stain that dry toilet paper was not going to wash off.

“Thanks,” she said softly, and he noticed her watching him with doe eyes.

“I’m gonna kill the bastard that did this to you,” he joked in a very dramatic tone, and smiled softly when it made her giggle. He hoped making her laugh would make her forget that he was the one that made her bleed, however unlikely.

“It’s fine, Eddie. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I know, but I still feel so bad,” he admitted, holding the toilet paper up to her nose. “This may leave a bruise, I’m not gonna lie. I kicked that shoe off pretty hard.”

“Oh, I know you kicked it hard,” she teased, making Eddie stop dabbing her face and cover his face with both hands.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” he muttered pathetically from behind his hands.

“Thirty bucks worth of free weed, and we’ll call it even,” she bantered, placing her hands on his to lower his hands from his face and revealing his big puppy eyes. She melted at the sight. He was forgiven the moment it even happened; in her eyes, he could do no wrong.

“My girlfriend’s not gonna pay for weed,” he returned, pausing when he realized the word “girlfriend” had slipped out of his lips. He knew that she noticed because her eyes went huge. He braced himself for rejection, but her face erupted with a huge grin.

“I’m your girlfriend?” she asked, excitement hiding behind the soft way she asked the question.

“Uh, I- if you wanna be,” he stuttered, still on his knees in front of her.

“Of course!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Eddie’s shirtless shoulders and pulling him into a sweet kiss. He placed his hands on her hips and pushed his face in a little harder to deepen the kiss, but she hissed in pain when his nose nudged hers, pulling back and resting her forehead against his. “Sorry, I guess we’re gonna have to kiss softly for a while.”

“As long as I get to kiss you, sweetheart,” he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

Once she had small pieces of rolled up toilet paper stuffed up her nose, they finally left the bathroom, hand in hand in their awkward undressed state. He led her back to the sofa, stepping over his discarded shoes, He fell backwards into the couch, pulling her with him and landing right on his lap.

“You wanna finish that movie?” she asked, turning her body in his lap to lay horizontally across him and resting her back against the arm of the sofa.

“Happily,” he said before lifting her by the waist to move her off of him so that he could get up and turn the television back on, pressing rewind on the VHS player. He looked away during the rewind, to keep his promise of no spoilers. He returned to his place on the couch, and she climbed back onto his lap, grabbing his face and kissing his cheek before turning her head back to the television.

And this time, they finished the movie.

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A/N: (cockblocked by a shoe lmao, i try to be serious but i’m such a silly goose i couldn’t help it. also the way i wanna do another part and have her actually hang out with the gang omfg. and the gang does include Nancy, she just was not present at Family Video. but this has been part two!! i hope you guys liked it <3 )

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First Time

Daryl Dixon x Reader (18+)

Summary: (takes place in season 2 on the farm, Daryl and the reader are out on a hunt, and they stumble across an empty cabin, and then they seize an opportunity)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: walkers, sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex

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It was rare for Daryl to be accompanied on a hunt. He usually moved quickly and worked alone, but this time, she had asked him to take her as well. She had flattered her way into the position with, “You’re just so good at hunting,” and “I want you to teach me, so I can help the group.” She knew exactly what to say to get him to agree to take her out, but what she didn’t know was that he wanted to be alone with her.

It’s not like alone time didn’t exist at the farm, but he was a very private man, and couldn’t ask her to sit with him in front of everyone, or just anyone. But when he came back from the woods yesterday after searching tirelessly for Sophia with a rope of dead squirrels across is back, she approached him.

She was no hunter. She had this insistent natural belief that every single little living creature could have had a family or could feel extreme pain and suffering. She decided it was time to get over this and try to return to her human nature as an animal of the food chain. The squirrels were smaller than her, and the group needed to eat.

She was quiet and graceful in the forest, barely making a sound as she tiptoed over twigs and crunchy leaves. But she still felt a hollow guilt in her chest every time she managed to catch a squirrel. She couldn’t kill it, not after she had looked into its panicked little eyes.

“You do it, Daryl,” she said, giving him the tiny creature who was desperately scratching to get out of her hands. “I can’t kill him, I looked into his eyes.”

“Ya mean kill it. These ain’t people like us, they’re the food that we need to eat. They’re our survival,” he said with his agitated southern drawl.

“Hey, at least I caught it. I may be a bad hunter, but you can’t say I can’t catch,” she retorted, as he took the squirming squirrel from her hand. He quickly snapped its neck, causing her to wince and look away. He scoffed at this.

“Do not call me a pussy right now, Daryl, or I swear to god,” she joked, not even finishing her sentence to let his mind wander about what her meek little self would be capable of doing to him.

They snaked through the woods until they stumbled upon a small cabin with a tin green roof. The little building was eerily quiet, although no quiet was comfortable these days. Daryl went in first, holding up his crossbow to take out any immediate threat and slowly opening the front door in an attempt to be quiet and discreet, but the old door creaked loudly. She followed him closely through every room, almost clipping his heels several times. If it was anyone else, he would have made an annoyed remark about them breathing down his neck, but he didn’t feel annoyed at having her so close. He felt better, like he was keeping her safer.

Once the small space was searched, he sighed, placing his bow gently on the dingy, unstable table in the kitchen. She crouched down to check cabinets for any canned or preserved goods, and he searched the pantry and fridge for any dried goods or bottled beverages. “Y’know,” she said mindlessly, as she rifled through extremely expired or already-opened items, “back in the good days, I would’ve used an abandoned cabin like this to do a lotta devious things.”

“What kinda things?” he asked with a reserved tone that indicated he was much more curious about her statement than he was letting on.

“Well, I was a chronic stoner, abandoned building seshes hit the best, but only when you’re with someone,” she said, smiling to herself as she looked back on the fun she had in her youth. “No fun being by yourself in one of these things.”

He looked at her with a slightly quizzical gaze, as he abandoned his pantry search to stand closer to her. “Didn’t take ya as a druggie,” he huffed in a defensive tone.

He told her very little about Merle, but she remembered how he told her about Merle’s drug habits. Suddenly, she felt guilty about recalling her drug experiences with joy when he had only known it as a destructive force. She closed the cabinet, turning around and standing up to meet his gaze. “It wasn’t like that,” she said quietly with a timid demeanor. “I never did anything hard, I was just a kid with nothing to do.”

“Yeah,” he said curtly, dropping his stare to the dirty floor, clearly getting more defensive about the topic.

Not wanting to drop the conversation, she threw out a last-ditch effort to keep him talking to her. She crossed her arms, rubbing the sides of her upper arms as she expressed, “Hey, thanks for taking me with you on your run... I know we don’t talk a lot, but I enjoy it when we do.”

The tension building in his shoulders dropped and he looked back at her. “I, uh, enjoy it too,” he admitted. For a moment it felt like there was a spark, a hint of something more to come between them. She softly smiled, looking down bashfully before locking eyes with him again. He could see the sparkle in her eyes, but he was never as bold as Merle was when it came to making moves. Hell, Merle would harass women like he got paid to do it. Daryl was forever stuck as the little brother, being put down so much as a kid making him now too shy as an adult to be as confident as his older brother.

She, on the other hand, was always so relaxed around him. She almost never seemed too shy to say what was on her mind. He didn’t know if this came from a new lifestyle of expecting life to end short, or if she had always been this way, but he appreciated her talking to him even when he couldn’t find words to say.

Suddenly, the sight of a walker passed by the kitchen window. The rotting man with a half-gouged face stumbled by the window, oblivious to what was just past the glass shield.

She was facing away from the window, but he saw and reacted immediately, pulling her to him and covering her mouth and with his large hand before she let out a muffled gasp from the unexpected grabbing. He pulled her down the ground with him, below the line of sight through the window. Her panicked eyes locked with his, and he put a finger to his lips, nonverbally queuing her to make no sounds. He gestured towards the window, and she understood that he must’ve seen something that caused him to react.

After a few minutes to make sure the walker was gone, he took his hand off of her mouth, and she realized his body was closer to hers than anyone’s body has ever been. She began to blush, feeling her body growing hotter and adrenaline-induced arousal blooming in her. Being a virgin was something she never talked about; it just never came up in a world where survival was what mattered. And even though survival mattered now, all she could focus on was the pressure of his body weight on top of hers, and his abdomen pressing into her hips.

Daryl knew the walker passed without noticing them or being drawn to the cabin, but he found that he couldn’t lift himself off of her just yet. He could sense her demeanor had shifted and that she wasn’t just nervous now, but flustered. She swallowed the saliva that gathered in her mouth anxiously, giving the most awkward, breathy chuckle before whispering, “I’ve, uh... never been this close to anyone before,” thinking it would be humorous.

He gave an obvious up-and-down before whispering in return, “A pretty thing like you’s never been touched before?”

She went stiff, her mouth forming a flat line before shaking her head to signify that, no, she had never been touched and confirming that, yes, she was a virgin.

He paused for a moment, teetering the border of being respectful and staying silent or offering some sort of fix for her, to help her experience her first time before either of their lives could possibly be cut short by the new rough world’s circumstances. “Y’know...” he quietly stammered, “we could—”

“Yes,” she whispered, cutting him off before he could finish his question. Normally, she would have been painfully shy, but his body already against hers, the rush of the sudden hiding, and how much she undeniably enjoyed his hand over her mouth all lined up to have her needing more. This was the first time she had ever had this rush, and she trusted Daryl with her life.

Truthfully, this wasn’t the first time he had thought about this. One of the only single, pretty girls in their camp? Of course he had thought about this. He never thought he was particularly her type, or that she’d even look his way like that, but in this moment, he was able to put all of those thoughts to the side.

He looked into her eyes deeply, scanning her face for anything that would let him know that he should not take her right here, right now. He found nothing. In fact, the glimmer in her eyes pleaded with him to make a move. He dipped his head down to her, placing his lips on hers with that masculine force that intensified the kiss tenfold.

She gasped from the suddenness of his move, but quickly melted into his touch, creeping her fingers up his sides. As their kiss deepened, his body moved up against hers, and a small whine caught in her throat from the pressure changes. She spread her legs, allowing his body to dip in closer and his hips to meet hers. He could just feel the heat radiating from her clothed loins, causing him to harden in his pants. Feeling the stiffness press against her sent electricity flying all throughout her body and sent anticipatory shivers down her spine. In her pheremone-induced confidence, she removed the first article of clothing, letting go of his hair to reach down and pull her shirt up over her head, momentarily breaking their kiss and revealing her bra. He took his opportunity to latch his lips onto her neck, rubbing his hands all over her exposed torso while sucking hard on the soft skin of her neck. There were definitely going to be marks left, but she didn’t mind.

He grabbed a hold of her hips, grinding his covered erection against the inner seam of her jeans, causing her to gasp from the sensation of her seam being pushed into her. She reached down to unbutton her pants, needing less layers between the grinding, but he stopped her hands. He pulled her pants down the length of her legs for her in a gentlemanly manner, making her feel more confident that he was the right man to do this with for the first time. He couldn’t help but stare at her panties, becoming painfully hard at the sight of the desperate wet patch that was already there.

And there she was, half-naked in all her glory on a dirty kitchen floor in an old abandoned cabin, him still fully dressed. But he wasn’t ready to indulge himself in the pleasure of taking her just yet. She watched in nervous awe as he reached a hand down, grazing his knuckles against her covered slit, the ridges of his knuckles making her hips buck up and eliciting a soft whimper form her. The noise from her reminded him of where they were and what had just happened. With a cautious tone, he whispered, “I’m gon’ need you to keep real quiet for me, darlin’. Wouldn’ wanna attract any walkers.”

She nodded softly, her eyes big and round in a plea for him to continue. His goal was to give her the best first time he could, so he gingerly pulled her panties down her legs, tossing them to the side next to her jeans, scooting himself back so that he could fully see her soaked heat.

He dipped his head below her line of sight, using his tongue to lick a sloppy stripe up the center of her folds, ending with a flick at her sensitive bud. This elicited a moan from her, after which she threw her arm over her mouth to muffle any more noise. He admittedly was not the best at eating pussy, but he did what felt natural in an effort to warm her up for him. He placed his large calloused hands on her thighs, spreading them farther as he softly lapped at her, spreading the wetness from her hole. He could hear her muffled whines as she attempted to remain quiet, which encouraged him to slide his tongue up, hooking onto the little bud, causing her hips to buck. Realizing this was a sensitive spot, he deftly latched his lips around the bud of nerves, sucking softly while occasionally adding a prodding lick up from her entrance. This must have been the right thing to do because it had her grinding her hips up onto his face and gripping his hair with the hand that wasn’t muffling her moans. He moved a hand from her thigh to touch her, feeling her sopping wetness on his fingers. He then slowly and carefully dipped a thick finger into her, making her moan the loudest she had yet.

He lifted his head to say, “Shh, baby, we gotta keep quiet,” before returning his mouth to her heat.

“It just feels so good,” she whispered in the most desperate voice he had ever heard from her. This turned him on more, but his attention returned to her loins, as he began to pump his finger in and out while he resumed his tongue on her sensitive bud. When he added a second finger to help stretch her out before his length did, he could just see what it did to her. She held her legs up, thighs squeezing him with intensity as she felt an unfamiliar tightening in her core. The sensation made her a whining mess, moving her hips in rhythm against his face.

He pulled back, removing his fingers from her warmth, making her whine like a spoiled child in response. “Why’d you stop?” she whispered, and he gave a light chuckle.

“Don’ tell me I’ve spoiled ya, sweetheart,” he joked, leaning back to pull his shirt off. She watched him do this, eyeing his muscular abdomen and letting it excite her further. He unzipped his pants, pushing down his pants and boxers below his hips, finally revealing his throbbing erection. She stared at it like an animal in the zoo that she had never seen before, instinctively reaching out a inquisitive hand to grab hold of it, pulling a grunt from deep in his throat. She ran the tips of her fingers up the length, lightly dancing her fingertips on the head, the sensation causing a drip of pre-cum to leak out, and she swiped it with her thumb, her eyes studying it with intrigue.

He took his length in his hand, and lined it up with her entrance, stroking it up and down her slit a couple of times to gather her wetness on it. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he pushed in, releasing her breath with a sigh. Thank god he had warmed her up first, but even still it hurt a little bit as he pushed all the way in. He stopped moving when he was all the way in, pausing to look in her eyes with a look that conveyed a message of, ‘You ready for this?’

She nodded, rolling her eyes back as he started with a slow pace. His thick arms surrounded her as he held himself above her, watching her face as it changed from slight pain to pleasure. She had never felt such a deep pleasure in her before, her eyes welling with tears of joy as she struggled to keep herself from moaning loudly. The push and pull of his member in her felt like the push and pull of an ocean wave of pleasant tingles, that tightness in her core beginning to return.

When he picked up his pace, letting out his own small grunts, she couldn’t hold her moans back anymore. The sounds of her pleasure sounded like beautiful music to his ears, but then he remembered why she had to stifle them in the first place. He moved a hand to cover her mouth, gripping her jaw a tightly as he continued to thrust. The hand on her mouth turned her on more, letting herself make all of her noises into his hand.

“Baby, yer gonna bring in some walkers if ya keep makin’ those pretty sounds,” he cooed, sounding more gentle than she had ever heard his voice. She nodded, breathing deeply with her nose and hearing the whistle from her nostrils against his hand. The tightening in her body had shifted to a building sensation, as the gliding of his length through her and the danger of being so vulnerable mixed together to create an excitement that she had never been close to feeling before. Every time he thrusted into her, it felt like he was hitting a button that sent sparks all throughout her body, and she could feel all of her pleasure gather in one place as he bent his head down to lay more sloppy wet kisses on her neck.

He kept his rhythm steady, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm her for her first time, but he could feel himself becoming needier, needing more of her enveloped around him, so he pressed harder, deeper. The deeper he hit that spot in her, the closer she was to reaching that peak of pleasure, and soon her nails were digging into his sides. Her moans morphed into high pitched squeals buried beneath his hand, letting him know that she was close.

And she was so close. She felt as her walls uncontrollably tightened around him as her inched towards the edge of her orgasm, and he began thrusting fast and hard, overstimulating her senses and sending her body into a pleasurable shock. She began moving her hips up into his as her body craved more.

And then it happened. Her body hit its peak of stimulation, a surge of indescribable pleasure billowed through her, making her walls clench down so tightly on him that he had to hiss through his teeth to not finish then and there. Hot tears rolled down the sides of her face and she shakily moaned with an open, drooling mouth into his hand. As he continued his hard pounding, the audacious sounds of the wet slapping sent him into a frenzy of desire, speeding up his pace as he neared his own climax. The continuing pleasure had her writhing underneath him, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly and pulling him closer. His hand squeezed her jaw hard, sure to leave some bruising on the edges of her cheeks, yet she still let out gleeful moans as he rode out her orgasm for her. He reached a hard finish, letting out a guttural grunt as his hips stuttered, releasing a hot load into her and tiredly dropping his head into her neck and finally letting go of her mouth.

In a foggy haze of her first time being cock-drunk, she still managed a tiny giggle. He perked his head up, looking at her half-lidded eyes and a slight curl up of his lips. He spoke with a low gravelly tone as he quietly asked, “Not bad for a first time?”

“Not bad? How are people not doing this all the time?” she whispered over-excitedly, evoking a sheepish smile from him.

“C’mon now, we gotta head back,” he reminded her, getting up off of her and extending out a hand to help her up. She shyly took his hand, surprised at how easily he yanked her up off the ground. She would have felt embarrassed about being so undressed, but it turned into a humorous bubble popping up in her when she noticed his square little man-butt before he pulled his boxers and pants back up. But the bubble burst when she saw the old, large scars on his back. Saving that conversation for when they weren’t in a post-coital glow, she looked away and got dressed quietly as he pulled his shirt back on over his head.

They snuck out of the cabin, after only finding an unopened box of saltine crackers and an old warm six-pack of beer to bring back to the group.

“So,” she started, nervously kicking the dirt as she trailed behind Daryl, “did you want this to just be a one time thing, or...?”

“Darlin’, I hope we get to do that all the time,” he teased, throwing her own words back at her.

She smiled to herself as she followed him back to the farm.

Teased

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: (season 3, in the middle of all the governor stuff, Daryl comes back to the prison with Merle, and Merle starts poking fun at Daryl for liking a girl)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: some cursing, teasing and somewhat bullying, unwanted flirting/harassment, mentions of walkers

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Hearing that Daryl had chosen to leave the prison to stay with his brother had torn her heart in two, ripping the breath from her lungs and leaving an unexplainable weight in her chest. They were never exclusively together. In fact, all they had shared were fleeting moments of lingering eye contact, and moments alone felt like the air was choking them. Their feelings for each other had developed slowly over time, ever since he had saved her from a few walkers during a hunt and brought her back to be introduced to the group. She knew has wasn’t a very expressive man, but she had hoped that he felt just as drawn to her as she was to him.

Well, turns out, he had no problem leaving her. His brother always came first, and she was aware of this every time he brought up the possibility of his brother being alive to Rick. She just never worried about his brother coming between them because she assumed he would have been welcomed back into the group, being somewhat unaware of how venomous and spiteful he was as a person.

She and Carol clung to each in that moment, as they were the two who would miss him the most. Everyone was affected by his failure to come back from their trip, but everyone knew he was closest to her and Carol. Especially her. She and Daryl had received quite some teasing from Carol and Maggie alike about their awkwardness near each other and their obvious lingering gazes. He didn’t have the experience of falling gently for someone, and she lacked experience entirely, so their budding romance was quite a spectacle for those in the group who could recognize mutual crushes when they saw them. So Carol offered her extra solace, taking her away to her cell after she was told the news that Daryl would not be coming back.

Once it was just them, she felt not only sadness, but anger that he would leave her. She thought he cared. Then she had that click in her brain that turned the anger into guilt, and suddenly she realized that would never be a question if her sister was here alive and asking y/n to come with her. And then more sadness flooded in as she accidentally reminded herself of her sister, who she had lost to the walkers not too long ago.

Carol could just see the emotions reeling through her mind, so she offered a sweet embrace to the girl. “Come here, sweetie,” she beckoned, and y/n slumped into her hug. “This isn’t about you, honey. He loves his brother so much, this was never going to be a question. You probably made the decision harder for him, but we all know that he’d follow his brother anywhere.”

She knew this was true. But it didn’t stop her from shedding tears of frustration, guilt, and a returning loneliness that her crush on Daryl had managed to subside momentarily. She quietly cried into Carol’s shoulder, and Carol, the kindest woman that she was, just held y/n and shed her own tears for her lost friend. They sat together like that for a long time.

Eventually, Carol had her turn of duties to do for the group, having to leave y/n alone in her grief.

She didn’t know how long she had laid on that prison mattress and stared at the wall, but it must have been a while. The scent of dinner that she missed had come and gone, and the echoes of people asking Carol if she was okay and Carol responding to everyone with, “She just needs some time.”

Time passed, and then she heard it. The heavy metal doors opening, and heavy footsteps that she didn’t mean to memorize but couldn’t help it. Daryl. She shot up from the bed, not getting up out of bed before she was able to confirm it with the sound of his voice. But the sounds of someone else’s gravelly voice she didn’t recognize accompanied him.

“Hey, y’all, it’s been a while,” the voice said with an overly casual tone. Out of curiosity, she got out of bed and stood idly at the railing outside of their cell, silently watching. She watched as the group but the grey-haired man in the locked in area of the cell block, and when he clanked his large metal stub against the bars was when it clicked in her head. That was Merle. He was so angry about being locked up and callously mocked everyone he recognized. But he wasn’t important right now.

She rushed down the stairs, but her feet stopped in their place when she reached the bottom, unable to bring her closer to Daryl. The whole group watched as Daryl’s eyes locked onto her, matching her stare with silent remorse.

“Oh, who’s this that everyone is starin’ at?” Merle asked deviously, leaning against the bars with a disrespectful glare as he looked her up and down, assessing her attractiveness and deciding he was up to par and stood an obvious chance. “Well, hello there, pretty young lady,” he flirted, and it sent every muscle in her body cringing. It wasn’t until he realized Daryl was staring too that he decided to kick it up a notch. “Why dontcha come on over ‘ere and make a fella feel better?”

She side-eyed him with disgust before looking back at Daryl, letting her facial expression do all the talking for her. How could you leave me?

Frustrated, he yelled, “Shut up, Merle!” before walking past everyone in a huff, including y/n.

“Didn’t know little brother had a girlfriend up in the prison,” Merle joked, teasing his brother. Everyone’s eyes were glued onto the situation, some out of curiosity, some out of hatred for Merle.

Daryl whipped around at the world “girlfriend”, appearing red in the face. She had never seen Daryl in such a state; he was always the stoic one of the group, barely responding to what the others said. But now, with his brother teasing him about her, she started to puzzle together exactly how their relationship worked.

“It ain’t like that,” he snapped at his brother, almost spitting on him through the bars. “Y/n and me are none of yer god damn business!”

“It ain’t like that, huh? Ya still got problems gettin’ in the ladies’ pants, eh?” Merle quipped, a smug grin creeping over his face as he watched Daryl fall right back into his role of the weak, easily-angered little brother. Daryl went quiet, putting his head down in angry defeat because he couldn’t think of a retort. Merle laughed, feeling satisfied in having put down his brother once again.

She caught Merle’s gaze with an unimpressed face. “Are you always this annoying?”

He dropped his smug facade and stared through her, like he was attempting to burn holes in her skin with his eyes. He distastefully licked his lips and began a horrid display of swaying his hips back and forth. “Not always...sometimes I can be... discreet.”

And with that, Daryl had had enough of his brother’s taunts. He walked away, grabbing her arm in passing and leading her away from his vile brother. The group whispered to each other as Daryl pulled her into a cell.

“That damn son of a bitch,” he muttered to himself, his anger pretty much seeping through his pores. He paced the small cell, the muscles in his arms tensing wildly. She sat down on the cot, holding her hand out gently, a gesture to invite him to sit with her. He reluctantly took her hand, plopping himself down hard next to her and slightly shaking the small bed.

Still holding his hand, she deftly ran the tips of her fingers over the back of his hand. He softened for a moment, relaxing into her hand and looking over at her with sad eyes. “Sorry ‘bout that jackass,” he mumbled.

“He’s not what I’m worried about,” she began, a nervous lump forming in her throat as she tried to gather some courage to say, “I was worried about you. I thought you left me, Daryl. And, I know I’m not your girlfriend... You made that very clear...”

His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but she continued on.

“But I’m not gonna lie and say it didn’t hurt when I thought you weren’t coming back. And I’m not mad... if my sister was alive today and asked me to come with her, there wouldn’t be a doubt in my mind, so I understand why you left... I guess what I’m trying to say is that you matter to me. And if you need to leave again, I’d like to come with you.”

He stared at her with his classic stoic expression, the one that didn’t let her know what was going on his head. He looked at the wall, trying to put his thoughts and feelings into words. All he could conjure up was, “I didn’t wanna leave ya... Merle jus’ wouldn’t go back... he’s my brother.” He shifted uncomfortably, chewed on his bottom lip for second before blurting out, “And I don’ know ‘bout you... but I think of you as my girl.”

A smile grew on her face, radiating warmth and joy, and it spread to him, causing him to give a little curl up on the side of his mouth. She giggled and asked bashfully, “You think of me as your girl?”

He looked deep into her eyes, and for a second, she could see him glance down at her lips, giving her a cheeky little idea. She put her hand on his cheek, stroking the little patch of beard on his chin with her thumb, before gently pulling his face down to meet hers, capturing his mouth in a kiss. His lips met hers stiffly, before relaxing his mouth into hers and allowing himself to feel the softness of it all. Their hot breaths mixed together in a tender dance as his warm hands snaked down to wrap around her waist.

Before the kiss got too heated, she pulled back, grinning uncontrollably like a kid on Christmas Day. He sill held onto her tightly, and she moved her hands to his chest. “Y’know... the group is probably wondering what we’re doing...”

“Let ‘em wonder,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss.

Out by the Fire

Daryl Dixon x Reader (18+)

Summary: (takes place in early season 3 in the prison, before all the governor stuff) Daryl and the reader share a sweet moment by the fire.

Minors please DNI !!

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: confessions, some cursing, mentions of walkers, sexual content, p in v sex, unprotected sex

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The flames of the fire licked the night sky, a thin stream of gray smoke pilfering into the air. With no electricity in this new world, the stars were astoundingly visible. The large yard of the prison felt so empty with just her and Daryl out by the small fire, and the night was only getting colder, but she couldn't leave Daryl by himself.

"Y'know, Daryl, I used to be a vegetarian before everything happened," she said, attempting to start a conversation. She was picking at the squirrel meat from the hunt he had gone on for the group earlier that day.

"Well, that's dumb. Ya gotta eat yer meat. Only way to get protein," he huffed, side-eyeing her barely touching her food with the smallest hint of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, I, uh... I watched Bambi as a kid, and the scene where the hunter shot his mom made me swear off eating anything with a face," she said softly, smiling lightly to herself as she remembered her normal childhood of Disney movies and DVD players and those huge thick TVs with the staticky screens. "My mom used to scold me for not eating enough protein..." A lump caught in her throat, the memory of her old family being too much to bear. "Bet she's real proud of me now," she attempingly joked, squeezing it out in a choked whisper, tears blurring her vision. She turned, quickly wiping her eyes before any real tears fell down her cheeks.

"Course she's proud of ya, ya made it this far wit' no walkers takin' ya down," he grunted, getting visibly uncomfortable. She assumed that it was because he just hated seeing people cry, but his words did bring her some sense of comfort. She looked over at him to find he was staring hard at the fire, like he just couldn't look her back in the eyes.

"Thanks, that means a lot," she whispered, returning her gaze to the flickering of the fire.

"Sorry 'bout yer family," he stuttered out, as if he was trying to find the right words as he spoke.

"Sorry about yours," she returned quietly. She took a chance to scoot closer to him, telling herself it was because he was radiating such heat in the cold, but deep down she just wanted to be closer. She could see him physically tense up as he sensed her getting close, but he didn't move away. "I like sitting with you, Daryl," she admitted, slowly resting her head on his broad and warm shoulder. "It feels nice."

It feels nice? God, you sound like a schoolgirl with a crush, she thought to herself, chastising herself for the simplicity of her statement, until she heard a gruff response from him.

"Yeah, it does."

Smiling to herself, she let herself finish eating the squirrel meat, ignoring the fact that it used to be a little woodland creature because he caught it for her. And she was grateful for it. For him.

A slight breeze of cold air swept through the prison yard, causing a chill to creep up her spine and her skin to break out in goosebumps. The winter was only just ending, and the spring was starting out just as cold. She was hardly prepared for the cold. Hell, she had nothing, just the summer clothes on her back and the supplies shared by the group. Slightly shivering, she felt her teeth start to uncontrollably chatter embarrassingly loud.

Suddenly, a thick warm arm was thrown around the back of her shoulders. He rubbed the side of her arm in an effort to create warmth for her. "Don't be gettin' sick out here on a count a' me."

"To be honest, Daryl, I'd do a lot of things for you... getting sick is nothing," she chuckled, not realizing she had just confessed a hint of feelings for him. And then she felt his hand stop rubbing her arm. Instead, he was gripping her arm, holding her to him tightly.

She lifted her head off of his shoulder, looking up at his face, attempting to read his facial expression. It looked thoughtful, stoic, as if he couldn't decide what to do or say next. Carefully, he said quietly, "Y/n, I care for this group a lot... but I care for ya even more somehow..."

She grinned unabashedly, tilting her head to bat her lashes. He stared at her face with question, waiting for her response, and glanced quickly at her lips. She noticed this quick glance and returned the favor, asking just above a whisper, "Daryl, can I kiss you?"

She was always the bold one, the one who made the first move, the one who joined him whenever he was alone, the one who initiated their conversations. She knew that Daryl struggled to speak his mind, let alone speak to people at all. She didn't mind, she herself was too impatient to wait for him to make a move.

And he silently appreciated her making the moves that he wanted to, yet at the same time felt insecure in the fact that he could barely bring himself to speak to her, when she was so special to him, so different from the rest. Every time he could just hear Merle in his head calling him a pussy for not taking the several chances she laid out for him. But in this moment, the only thing he could hear was the soft heaving of her breaths from the anticipation of hearing an answer to her question, the crackling fire, the slight breeze in the wind, the ground beneath him crunching after every move he made. It was exciting and panic-inducing and electrifying... but mostly it was peaceful.

For the first time in his life, he chose to not overthink, and to act on his feelings. He grasped the sides of her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks, fingers digging into her soft hair, and he leaned in, pulling her to him. When their lips collided, it felt like time truly stood still and all there ever was was her. Her touch. Her taste. Her sound. He allowed himself to feel peace in her touch and excitement in himself.

Their mouths connected in a hot, soft, fleshy mush, and she noticed the taste of cigarettes and the slight scent of sweat and dirt. Her hands flew to him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. The kiss that had started passionately quickly grew heated as all of the deep, harrowing loneliness in her that had gone unanswered and untouched in this cruel new world engorged itself into something bigger, something entirely desperate. Their lips moved in rhythm as their bodies slowly pressed together, him moving his hands from her face to wrap around her waist, and she, in return, wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair, feeling the soft strands on her fingertips.

Needing a breath, she pulled her head back, panting and a little kiss-drunk on the sudden heat of the moment. Giggling, she said, "Damn, Daryl, you sure can kiss."

He went quiet, relaxing from his state of intensity. He looked down to where their bodies were pressed against each other's and couldn't help but notice the swell of her breasts up against his chest. He found himself becoming aroused, unwilling to pull away from her but hoping she wouldn't notice the hardness beginning to grow in his pants.

Of course she noticed. Feeling confident after their shared kiss, she leaned further into his lap with a slight grind against his hips, causing a small groan to escape his lips. She knew she wanted this, needed this, to relieve a deep ache in her core that he awakened the second he pulled her close. Not wanting to take this any further without confirmation, to make sure this is what he wanted as well, she leaned in close to his face and gently placed her palm on his abdomen right above where her hips rested against his. Her lips brushed against his as she whispered with a timid yet pleading tone, "Can I?"

In response, Daryl wrapped his muscular arms tightly around her waist and spoke against her lips assuredly, "Darlin', I been thinkin' about doin' this with ya since I first ever saved yer ass from the walkers."

Immediately, she locked her lips onto his and heavy-handedly palmed him through his worn down pants. He inhaled sharply, pulling her by the waist to turn her around and lay her down beside the fire. She fumbled with his pants zipper, slowly pulling it down and purposefully grazing her hand against the tent in his boxers. He groaned again, harder this time, and ground his clothed erection against her. The pressure sweeping against her loins pushed her arousal further, and she could feel a warm wet patch developing in her panties, and she quickly moved to wrap both of her arms around his neck, fingers spreading through his hair, and kissed him deeper, sweeping her tongue across his lips to invite his own tongue into her mouth.

His fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, brushing against her warm bare skin. The sudden contact from his chilly fingers caused her to breathe in sharply. He slowly slid her shirt up, dragging his fingers against her sides, disconnecting their lips and bodies momentarily to pull her shirt over her head, exposing her little black bra. His eyes locked in immediately on her chest, his erection reaching its peak hardness. She arched her back, her hips rubbing against his to nonverbally remind him to press his lower body against hers once more, and he willingly obliged.

He locked eyes with her once, a slight shimmer in his eyes that said, "God, you're beautiful," without him having to say a word out loud, before dropping his head to attach his lips her neck, sucking on the tender flesh with wet hot lips, making the softest whiny moan slip from her lips. He squeezed her tightly in response, and it excited her, making her feel like in this moment she was entirely and completely his.

His lips moved from her collarbone to down to her chest, and she arched her back high to reached behind her and undo the hooks, loosening her bra so that he could remove it, and he did, pulling the straps quickly down her arms, and got goosebumps from the chilly air hitting her naked chest. His large hands were drawn to her exposed breasts, resting his hands under them and rubbing his thumbs gently over the hardening sensitive buds, which only made her entrance feel warmer and wetter. She heatedly pulled his sleeveless button up over his head quickly, reveling in his broad manly torso.

He pulled himself back to be able to pull her pants off, sliding them down her legs, revealing her drenched panties, and placed his warm hand between her legs, brushing two large fingers against the wetness of her underwear. "Damn," he whispered to himself, admiring her arousal. She gasped at the contact. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them down, leaving her naked in front of the fire, the view from the prison hidden by the tall grass.

She reached for the hem of his pants, her body aching for more contact, and he pulled his pants and boxers down together, past the brown tuft of body hair, enough to reveal his hard length. She took it in her hand, tenderly swiping her thumb over the slit of the head, using his pre-cum as a lubricant for the tip, eliciting a breathy grunt from him. He wrapped his larger hand over hers, and she helped him guide his length towards her hot wet entrance. Her body's anticipation betrayed her by having a small whine creep out of her throat, signaling to him that she was not only ready for him, but needy for him as well.

The first push hurt a little, her walls stretching out for the first time in a very long time, but the second he was buried to hilt, she had adjusted and all she could feel was how full her lower abdomen felt, drawing a slow and deep moan out of her. She hadn't noticed how big he was in the dim light of the fire, but inside and deliciously stretching her, he felt huge. He started teasingly slow, pulling out of her at a leisurely pace, making her wrap her arms around his neck and pull her to him tightly and burying her face in his neck. He left a gentle kiss on her head as he began pushing in and pulling out at half-speed, sending waves of pleasure through her body. In this moment, their bodies felt like two puzzle pieces designed to connect together, and the euphoric sensation inside of her was setting her nerves ablaze and sending tingles all the way down to her fingers and toes.

By this point, she was a moaning mess, and he thrusted harder with every whimper he heard muffled against his neck. Strings of curse words left her mouth as she felt herself becoming absolutely intoxicated by the pleasurable tightness building in her, tightening her walls around his length. He began to thrust harshly, pounding hard and starting to hit a spot deep in her that had her curling her toes. Her moans became so obscenely loud, he instinctively threw a hand up to cover her mouth. "Darlin', yer gonna have to be a lot quieter than that," he grunted in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

The shivers, the deep pounding, and the spot in her that he hit so right all combined together to send her to the edge, her loud moans turning over to desperate teary-eyed whines, and he removed his hand from her mouth. She tightened on him so hard that he almost finished on the spot, so he teasingly slowed his pace down to an agonizing speed, making her squeeze him tightly with her thighs and grip his hair a little too hard. "God, Daryl, please don't stop," she begged, sounding almost pathetic in her pleading tone.

"Don' worry, sweetheart, I gotcha," he soothed quietly, and snaked a hand down her front, using a hot, thick finger to rub slowly on her clit, and this was it. With the addition of the action on her clit, the building tightness in her abdomen exploded with hot pleasure and tingles, leaving her a shivering, sweaty mess. And with the queue of her finishing, his thrusting picked up speed and he pounded into her once more. She was still so sensitive that his movements felt orgasmic, continuing the waves of explosive pleasure bursting through her until his pace came to a stuttering halt and with a deep groan, she felt a new warmth fill her up inside, feeling it spill and leak out from her entrance still wrapped around his member.

He dropped his body weight on her in a huff, burying his head in the crook of her neck, and she giggled at his exhausted state. They were both panting and weak and so sweaty.

In the most meek she had ever heard his voice, he joked, "Damn, baby, ya sure know how to leave a man weak as hell."

She laughed loudly, feeling blissful and ignorant to the world around them. She dragged her nails up his back softly, giving him a little back scratch for all the hard work he did. He groaned in a peaceful way to let her know it felt good, and for a moment it seemed like they were the only two people in the world.

The fire nearly dwindled out, letting them know it was time to get dressed and head inside. She could feel herself becoming bashful again, now that the hot passion was only lingering, and whispered with a shy smile, "Thank you for that, Daryl... I really appreciate... it."

She mentally slapped herself after that statement. I really appreciate it? Is this a formal exchange? The fuck is wrong with you? she thought to herself, but at the same time thinking it was a little comical that that was her natural awkward response. She put her clothes back on quickly.

He gave a small chuckle as he pulled his shirt back over his head. "Darlin', ya don't have to thank me, that was fer me too."

He put out the remains of the fire, taking her hand to sneak her back in quickly and quietly, as to not alert or wake up any of the group and led her back to her cell.

He gave her a quick kiss before trying to respectfully leave her alone to sleep in her cell, but she grabbed his hand and looked up into his eyes with the softest of pleading eyes and whispered, "Would you stay with me?"

He stopped, looking around worriedly, but ultimately gave into her desire, stepping up to her and sitting her down on the bed. "Sweetheart, I'd do anythin' for ya. Yer my girl now, and I'd never let nothin' happen to ya."

She smiled softly with tired eyes and pulled his hand to lead him onto the cell mattress with her. She faced the wall and he wrapped his warm body around hers, holding her too him, and rested his chin against the back of her head and made a small noise of content.

She giggled, "Y'know, when they find us in the same cell tomorrow, we're gonna have some explaining to do."

And then he said, "Yer my girl now. That's all they need t'know."

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A/N: AHHH that was my first little oneshot for you guys, literally feel free to request anything, but I must ask that requests are made for seasons 1-3 bc I’m only just now rewatching after stopping at season 4 and I know a lot of spoilers but I don’t know the details of what happens after season 4, but omg !! Lmk if u guys like it and want more lol