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Behind the gates of the prison, which had once bent with the strength of hoards of walkers, everyone inside had begun to prosper. Accumulating more of a community had been hard at first, it was tough enough to make sure that there weren’t occasional fights between Hershel and his daughters, but given that the population of the prison had increased by about 20 people, anything could have happened- but nothing ever did happen. Most were grateful to have a place to stay, somewhere to go after the destruction of the Governer’s town. The prison had become a proper civilization, almost. Hell, you could even shower now. It was the best you’d had it in what felt like ages, patrolling for walkers around the perimeter of the prison in the morning and then spending the afternoons going on supply runs with Daryl was your idea of paradise these days. You two had just gotten back, the sun slowly beginning to set in the clear sky, the straight bars of the prison chopping up the near-sunset that filtered in through the windows. After dropping off your haul and sorting it out- mostly medical items, some Tylenol type pills that you knew would be useful- you and Daryl went back to your cell.
“Did you catch the expiration dates on those pills?” You idly questioned Daryl as sighed, finally ready to relax for the day.
“Medicine don't expire."
“I don’t- That’s not even true.”
“It expires when I want it to.” Daryl raised his eyebrows at you, a playful glint in his eyes. This was one of those times when you could barely catch if he was messing with you or had some random belief you’d never even considered before.
“Oh my god, you just love to fuck with me, huh?” You smiled and shook your head in mock judgment. Daryl sat down on your bed next to you, a slight smile on his face. He kicked off his shoes, sending dust flying across the room, the flecks of it lighting up in the dying light from the big windows across the cell block.
“Oh, nasty! Just playing with me and making a mess in my room. I’m gonna go to your cell and do that.”
“Not if I catch ya first.” Daryl took your other hand awkwardly, trying to pull you closer to him. Now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.
“You don’t even have anything else to say?” You said under your breath, facing Daryl with a
smile still on your face. Your eyes traced over his face, almost ethereal in the late-afternoon lighting. His hair was messed up, small strands across his forehead going every which way.
“Yeah, I got nothing to say.” Daryl didn’t meet your eyes. “Cause it’s...closer to somethin’ I wanna do.” He mumbled.
“Ohh.” You grinned now. Daryl had been watching you all day. You’d noticed him out of the corner of your eye- how he had been checking you out when you leaned over to grab something from his motorbike’s saddlebags earlier that afternoon, how tightly he’d gripped your waist when pulling you into a good morning hug. That man had had it bad for you all day, he just was awful at initiating.
“Well, I’m not busy. What’s up?” You tilted your head in mock innocence. Daryl knew you already had figured him out, eyebrows furrowed as he still smiled at you, face already a little red.
“M’sayin I wanna have sex. There, you happy?” His voice was barely audible.
“Oh, I’ve never been happier.” You joked back, one of your hands tracing Daryl’s cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. He eagerly pressed himself into you a bit too quickly; your hand- which you’d trailed into gently holding his hair- didn’t move as fast as he did, and you unintentionally pulled his hair a bit. You moved to pull apart from the kiss, breathing in through your teeth awkwardly. There were still inches between you and Daryl’s faces, and as you opened your mouth to apologize, you noticed how wide-eyed Daryl was, though still looking away from you. His mouth had fallen softly open.
“I am SO sorry, I didn’t mean to get you like that-”
“Nah, I, um..." Daryl paused, swallowing dryly. "I liked that. I didn’t know tha- I didn’t know I liked that sorta thing.”
You tilted your head once more, the beginnings of a smile creeping up on your face again. Daryl looked embarrassed as ever.
“...Um, if you wanna, you can tug my hair again. If you don’t mind.” He spoke with deliberation around each word, like he’d never had to voice a kink to someone. Which he probably hadn’t, now that you thought about it.
“Daryl, I am beyond fine with pulling your hair." You spoke confidently, trying to comfort Daryl.
“Oh. Thas’ good. By all means then, gorgeous girl...” He trailed off. You didn’t respond, you just tugged the back of his hair gently. Daryl buckled forward and moaned, louder than you’d heard him before.
“Oh shit! Okay, okay shh...we gotta-” You were cut off by Daryl, who kissed you desperately, knocking you onto the bed. You were beneath him now, eyes closed as Daryl moaned into your mouth with his last breath. When he came up for air, you began to unbutton your pants.
“Oh, fuck, I-”
You pulled Daryl on top of you, kissing him softly.
“Shh, shh, people could hear.” You put a hand to Daryl’s chest and he began to pull his shirt over his head one-handed, fumbling around.
“I need you so bad righ’now.” Daryl tried to whisper, but he was out of breath, so his volume was still a bit louder than it needed to be.
“Then get undressed faster.” You giggled, beginning to pull off your own shirt. It was easier for you, laying down and all, and you felt a little relieved to get out of the long sleeve shirt- it was a good idea for when you were outside on a breezy day, but inside the prison, the air was warm and a bit stuffy. Daryl’s eyes went right to your chest, and he chewed his bottom lip as he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. He was so hard in his underwear you wondered if he’d been uncomfortable for the few minutes he’d been clothed.
“You look amazin’." Daryl whispered as he pushed himself up, one hand about to break the waistband of your underwear and the other on your waist. He pulled down your underwear before his own, clearly in the mood to appreciate your looks.
“Fuck...my pretty girl.” Daryl looked all over you, eagerly letting his eyes roam across every single inch of your body.
“Daryl-”
“Shh, you- you said we gotta be quiet. No beggin’."
You rolled your eyes and watched Daryl tug down his briefs and quickly sit all the way up to throw them unceremoniously at the foot of your bed. You wiggled backwards to prop yourself up a bit on your pillow, watching Daryl. His toned arms found their way to you again, one hand on your chest and the other on your face, and as Daryl pulled you into one long final kiss, you got a slightly petty idea. You raised a hand again to pull his hair, slightly reeling him back from the kiss, and he moaned loudly.
“Now who needs to be quiet?” You whispered to him, cheeky grin across your face. Daryl looked too aroused to even banter with you, his gaze piercing but face redder than you’d ever seen it.
“Hey...I swear to...” He mumbled noncommittally, trailing off as he looked down at your chest again.
“Okay, okay, just fuck me...please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Daryl’s voice was low and raspy with want, and he licked his lips as he let one hand slide down to take a rough hold on your hip and the other to move your leg. He bottomed out, briefly, before thrusting right back into you wordlessly. Daryl moved quickly, his arm he was using to hold himself up flexing ever so slightly, his biceps noticeable in the motion. You breathed heavily, idly reaching up to trace over Daryl’s chest, eyes following the tiny scars and scratches from post-apocalyptic living that were sprinkled across his skin. Daryl’s pace didn’t falter, and you really began to think about how badly he had been wanting this- all damn day he’d had his eyes on you, since the sun came up, and now it had begun to go down.
“You really- fuck!- you really wanted this, huh?” You softly said, one hand on Daryl’s shoulder, feeling him move as he fucked you.
“Needed it.” He said back, noncommittally, lost in his pleasure.
You bit your lower lip. That was, possibly, the hottest answer out there. Daryl was breathing heavily, no doubt exhausting himself. You ran your tongue across your teeth, feeling pressure beginning to build in your core.
“Daryl, I’m close.”
“M’too." Daryl whimpered, still not slowing his pace. He looked a little overstimulated, expression hard to read, but he whimpered as he made a few final thrusts before pulling out quickly and nearly falling over onto you. He came onto the bed in between you two, almost panting.
“I almos’ came inside you.” Daryl mumbled, slightly sweaty face resting on your chest.
“Hot.” You nodded back at him, hand petting his head for a second. He awkwardly jolted up, though, as if he remembered something.
“You- ya didn’t cum?” He asked inquisitively.
“No, but-”
Daryl didn’t let you finish, and instead kissed you on the lips quickly and motioned for you to sit up.
“Sit up, m’gonna- I’m gonna fix that.” Daryl nodded at you as he slowly blinked, his accent slipping out strongly, his words dripping with passion. You pulled your head back in mock surprise, batting your eyelashes.
“Would this help you too?” You reached back to unfasten your bra, now completely naked.
“More than anythin’.” Daryl nodded at you, swallowing dryly again.
“Fuck, you look great. I’m gonna cum again just by lookin’ at you.” Daryl mumbled as he moved downward, now level with your pussy.
“Oh, Daryl-”
“Shh. Jus’ lemme- lemme help you finish.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Thas’ my girl.”
You placed your hand on top of Daryl’s head, gently ruffling his hair. He didn’t waste any time, quickly flattening his tongue against your clit, making your head fall backwards. You tightened your grip on his hair almost as a reward, feeling him pause for a moment as he no doubt reacted to it.
“Yes- yes, please-”
Daryl slowly dragged his tongue across your cunt again- it showed that he was slightly inexperienced, but he made up for it in enthusiasm, and you had already been close to
cumming earlier.
“Don’t stop, you’re doing so good, fuck!” You kept mentally telling yourself to quiet down but you were ultimately failing. By the time that you did orgasm, only moments later, you moaned embarrassingly loudly before immediately covering your mouth with one hand. Daryl shot you a stressed gaze as he pulled himself up from your core, eyebrows tightly knit.
“Oh come on, don’t-" You shook your head at him. “We aren’t the only ones having sex, you’ve fucking heard Maggie and Glenn before too.”
Daryl rolled his eyes at you.
“Doesn’t mean we gotta join them in being publicly broadcast.”
“Hey, it’s on me. I’m the one hooting and hollering.”
“They know you’re datin’ me.” Daryl said, voice breathy, running a hand through his hair.
“What, afraid of the world knowing you can please a woman?” You quipped, grinning, watching Daryl try to hide his smirk by turning into your chest.
“I guess when ya put it like that...”