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Y/N pov.
‘A party? ’Abraham grumbled, shaking his head. ‘After the days we had, they expect us to dress up and go to a party?’
Your group were all standing in the living room of Rick's new house in Alexandria. Rick had told everyone to meet up for an announcement, and even though you hadn’t known what to expect, it certainly wasn’t a party. Looking around the room, you weren’t the only one that was surprised at what Rick just said. Your eyes flicked towards Daryl, who was standing against the wall near the kitchen door, scoffing at Rick's words. You just knew that he was even more riled up with this than the others.
‘I know it’s a weird thing to imagine right now, but they took us in and I think it’s important to see how things roll here tonight. So please, just freshen up and do what Deanna asked us to do.’’ Rick answered, drawing back your sight to him. You saw that he wasn’t too delighted either, but he had a point. After everything that had happened, you were glad they took you in, even though you weren’t sure to what extent you could trust this place. And to freshen up for once wasn’t so bad either. Michonne nodded and after a few growls and mutters, the group started to get back to their own new houses.
Daryl bumped into you as you two both went outside.
‘This is bullshit.’ he muttered to you. You looked up to him and smiled a teasing smile.
‘You better be there Dixon, you can’t make me do this on my own.’
‘Let’s see about that,’ he said, and you guys walked back to your place. Daryl and you had a great bond ever since the group took you in at the prison. He was the one that found you after your previous group was attacked by a hoard of walkers. You had been scavenging for several weeks before Daryl had found you on a hunt, and fortunately for you, the group decided to take you in. The months after, you two grew closer to each other; Daryl taking you on occasional hunts to teach you how to track and late night watchtower shifts together making you trust and appreciate each other. It wasn’t a surprise Rick had decided you two should share a house together with Carol, given that Daryl seemed to find everyone annoying but you two, but it had made you nervous. You weren’t blind to his looks, let alone the many times he had saved your ass and looked at you in a way as if protecting you was his sole purpose in life. Your thoughts the last couple of months were filled with the idea what you two could maybe be, and you couldn’t shake the feelings you had for him. You were sure though that it was better to not act on it and just ignore it; you weren’t sure he could feel that way about you, and risking the friendship you had right now scared you too much.
Your house was at the end of the street. It was quite small, but big enough for the three of you. Daryl had immediately claimed the basement as his area, which you didn’t mind. It was probably better for you to not bump into him every time you walked out of your bedroom door.
Carol was already in the kitchen, making some cookies for the party. It was weird seeing her in this motherly role again after what she had endured, but you knew it was a bit of an act to win over some trust, so you played along.
‘Ready to dress up for the party, y/n?’ she asked, smiling at you when you rolled your eyes.
‘God, I thought I'd never have to worry about things like that again.’ you joked, and Daryl stood next to you, frowning.
‘Ya really gonna go all out for this stupid shit?.’
‘Well, of course she is Daryl, we need to make a good impression.’ Carol winked at him.
‘And you should probably get a shower as well, you look like hell.’
Daryl scoffed at her and walked out the kitchen, returning to his room. Carol and you shared a chuckle and she continued to knead the dough.
‘He will come though, I don’t think he wants to miss out on you dressing up.’ she said. Your eyes widen in response before quickly refocusing on keeping a pokerface, not letting her notice that what she just said made your heart jump.
‘I don’t think he’ll care about that.’ you said to her, smiling softly. Carol rolled her eyes.
‘Oh trust me, he’ll be there.’ she responded, before focusing back on her dough and ignoring you again. You shook your head and went to your upstairs room, trying not to think about what Carol had just said. Why would she think Daryl could give a fuck about you dressing up? He was probably just gonna tease you about wearing something else than your jeans and tank tops.
You walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, counting your blessings about finally having hot water. You stripped naked and looked in the mirror, glaring at your reflection for the first time in what felt like forever, before quickly stepping into the shower, letting the hot water hit your skin. It felt fucking amazing, and after washing your whole body down, you stepped out and dried off, walking back to the bedroom. The chair in the corner had some clothes on it that Carol dropped by. You unfolded them and smirked. It was a tight black halter dress. Carol really wanted you to dress up huh, you thought to yourself, secretly liking the idea of wearing a dress again. You put it on and walked over to the standing mirror, admiring the new appearance. It was a classy dress, but definitely hugged your body in the right places, leaving a bit of cleavage to admire as well. You did a little spin before returning back to the bathroom and doing your hair.
The house came with some beauty products, and you had even found some makeup that matched your skintone. You swiftly put your hair up and secured it, before putting on some basic makeup to hide your tiredness. You admired your work and smiled; you hadn’t felt this pretty since before the turn, and it was actually a good feeling to recognize yourself again.
After finding some fitting shoes, you returned back downstairs, to find Carol waiting for you on a bar chair. She smiled a big smile at you as you did a little spin in your new dress.
‘Well??...’ 'You grinned.
‘I think I chose the best dress.’ She giggled, and she took some tupperware full of cookies. She had also changed in some new clothes; she wore a pink blouse and neat pants, combined with a light cardigan.
‘Let’s go, I don’t wanna be too late.’ she said, and she walked before you towards the door.
‘And Daryl?’ you asked, while not being surprised he wasn’t coming.
‘He’ll come on his own terms.’ she smiled, and you two walked out the door.
….
It felt odd to be at a party after the last few years, and you didn’t know how to act around all these people that haven’t been outside these safe walls. You tried your best not to show that though, and you were glad there was enough alcohol to calm down your nerves. After chatting with Maggie and Rosita, and having had 3 glasses, Rick came by.
'Having fun?’ he asked you, looking not that comfortable either.
‘I don’t really know how to classify fun right now.’ you answered, drinking down another sip of your red wine.
‘I think it’s helpful if we talk and socialize a bit with these people, y/n. Maybe you should too.’
You weren’t too happy with that, but you knew he was right. Getting to know them was the easiest way to know if you could trust these people.
‘Alright.’ You smiled at him. You gulped down your glass and walked back to Deanna’s kitchen to fill it up, before being joined by a tall man next to you.
‘Have we met already?’ he asked you, and you turned to look at him. You recognized him as Deanna’s son, but you weren’t sure what his name was. He was tall and quite handsome. You noticed him looking you up and down and suddenly felt pretty exposed.
‘I don't think so’, you smiled and reached out your hand, ‘I’m y/n, from the new group.’
He shook your hand and smiled back.
‘Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Spencer.’
…
Daryl Pov.
Daryl wasn’t planning on going to that party, he had made that very clear. The basement bored him though, and he desperately needed a breath of fresh air after all the thoughts that lingered in his head about you.
He didn’t know when his feelings for you started, but it was all he could think about. Every look you gave him made him instantly weak and it scared him to be that vulnerable. He was sure you didn’t feel the same, well hell, why would you? but he couldn’t shake the idea of you being his. His eyes lingered way too long on you every chance he could, and it distracted him from everything else that was happening here, or even on a run. His dreams were filled with your giggly smile when he teased you, and he wished those smiles would all be for him. He tried to ignore it all, but right now all he could think about is you being dressed up, probably getting all the stares from these new lame ass men that he already caught looking at you in a way he didn’t like.
He was walking up the road, smoking a cigarette while trying to get his head elsewhere. He hadn’t noticed that he was passing Deanna’s house, and the loud chatter of people inside shook him out of his thoughts.
‘Daryl man! Come get a smoke.’ he heard Abraham say. Abraham was seated on the porch with a beer and a cigar in his mouth, winking him over. Daryl walked to the porch and stood before him.
‘I was already wondering where you were, Dixon.’ he said, taking another sip of his beer, before continuing his cigar.
‘Not really made for this shit.’ Daryl responded, noticing that Abraham had probably drank more than just the one beer.
‘That’s a shame, Y/n is looking reaaaall good tonight. Hell, don’t think I’m the only one noticing.’
That confirmed Daryl’s suspicions, which made him instantly curious and jealous at the same time.
The front door opened and Rosita appeared in the frame.
‘Are y’all coming back inside? Rick wants to say something on behalf of all of us.’ she asked, nudging both him and Daryl.
‘Come on Dixon, we have to support our old man Rick.’ Abraham stood up and walked through the door. Daryl didn’t want to, but he couldn’t shake the idea of you being so gorgeous that even Abraham noticed other people staring; he needed to see you, even if it makes things even harder.
‘Fine.’ he grunted, and he followed the couple inside.
…
The tables inside were filled with beverages, so Daryl took a cup and filled it with some whiskey. He did miss that, so maybe this wasn’t so bad afterall. There were a lot of people, more than he’d like, and it was difficult finding you in the crowd. Rick was giving his speech as he finally found you. You were seated on a couch, together with some jock looking man. Abraham was right, you looked absolutely perfect. Your dress revealed all the right parts of your body, making you look elegant and sexy at the same time. His thoughts immediately lingered towards ideas of ripping it off you, but it got replaced by an annoying anger when he saw the guy next to you put an arm around you on the couch. He took a big sip of his whiskey, trying not to feel hurt as you leaned into the guy and smiled. It was foolish to think you could ever be his, but seeing a jock like that touching you made him frustrated. You turned then, and met his eyes; they instantly enlarged and you smiled, before excusing yourself to the guy and walking up towards him. Daryl hadn’t even noticed that Rick was done with his speech, he was too caught up looking at the scene before him.
Y/n pov.
You couldn’t believe that Daryl was actually here, a goddamn party. It made you nervous, him seeing you in a dress and in this scenery, especially as you couldn’t hide the big smile when you noticed him in the room. You had excused yourself and walked to him, noticing a weird look on his face.
‘Didn’t expect you to be here, Dixon.’ you said, frowning a bit at his harsh expression.
‘Me neither, I'm gonna take a smoke.’ he muttered, and he left you to go outside. Shit. Maybe he had seen the look on your face when you saw him, maybe he knew how you felt about him and needed distance because it was stupid and he didn’t feel the same for you. Shit. You could punch yourself for scaring him away as anxious thoughts filled up your mind. You took a big gulp of your wine and stood there wondering, before a voice shook you out of your misery.
‘Y/n, is Dixon already gone? Thought he would atleast handle it for 10 minutes.’ Abraham said, standing next to you with yet another beer.
‘Guess so…’ you mumbled, watching his figure through the door window.
‘Ya know, he probably can’t handle all those dudes hitting on ya.’ he said then. You came to look at him with a surprised expression.
‘Why would he care?’ you asked him, wondering why both him and Carol made such comments today, while he clearly doesn't want you.
‘Let’s not act stupid hun, he wants ya for himself. If ya haven’t noticed then you're clearly dumber than our whole group. Hell, it’s not even worth that bet anymore.’
‘Bet?’ you responded, raising an eyebrow.
‘Shit, Rosita’s gonna kill me but, yeah there’s a lil’ bet going around who of you two makes the first move but it’s taking too long.’
You didn’t know how to respond to that. Were you hearing that clearly? There was a bet about something happening between you and Daryl and people were sure he felt that way about you?
‘Woman, just please make a move cause that man is scared like shit of you.’ he continued, making you question even more about what the hell is going on. But, you were determined to figure this out right now; you couldn’t bear this lingering around in your head as well. You needed some answers and you sure were getting them. You gulped down your glass and put it down on a table.
‘I’m gonna go for a smoke.’ you said to Abraham and he grinned at you.
‘Good luck girl.’
…
You walked to the front door and opened it, but clashed with a figure against you. You looked up and saw Daryl looking down on you. He steaded you on your heels, the touch making your skin electric.
‘I…. I was looking for you actually.’
‘Is that so?’ he muttered. ‘I wanted to talk to you as well, actually.’
That filled you up with nerves, but you were determined to end this cycle of angst about you two tonight.
‘Follow me,’ you said, as you grabbed his large hand and dragged him inside, looking around so nobody saw you. You walked him to a door on the left, that was luckily open. It was some sort of small lounge, filled with bookcases and some fancy chairs. Daryl walked in as well and closed the door, before leaning against it. He stood there with his arms crossed, staring you down as you sighed and did the same. You took a step closer to him with all the courage you had.
‘Why are you avoiding me tonight?’ you said, looking for any noticeable expression on his face. He shrugged a bit.
‘Why would you care, weren’t you busy with that jock guy?’
‘Spencer? I wasn’t busy with him. We were just talking, like Rick asked me to.’ he scoffed at that.
‘Well it looked pretty damn more than just talking.’
‘Why would you care?’ you asked, questioning him the same as he has.
He got quiet after that, staring at the ground before returning to look at you.
‘Ya know, I actually wanted to ask something else but it’s confusing me and I don’t want any weirdness between us like there clearly is already because you suddenly decided to avoid me.’ you said now, sounding more frustrated.
‘So please just tell me now what you wanted to say so we can get this over with!’ you raised your voice now, hoping that he won’t dance around this anymore. He sighs and drops his arms.
‘I can’t keep doing this y/n, can’t see ya be stared at by those douchebag guys, can’t pretend I don’t care, can’t fucking pretend that your not making me crazy with those looks of you. And I’m fucking done with pretending like there’s any other thing that I want then you being mine.’ he blurted out in a way only Daryl could. He looked away now, seemingly shy about his confession.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, adrenaline cursing through your veins as you realised what this meant. That those ideas that had made you crazy the last couple of months could be reality; that he wanted this.
‘Daryl.. I… I wanted that too.’ you said, while he turned his face again to look at you. In a sudden motion your lips were pressed against his. He held you by the back of your neck as he kissed you passionately, roaming your waist with his other hand. You sink into the kiss, experiencing all those dreams you had about this. Your hands found his neck as well, and you began tugging a bit as the stray hairs. His tongue swirled around yours as he gripped you by the hips and pulled you against him. He stopped then, scanning your face.
‘What about the douchebag guy?’ he asked, and you chuckled.
‘He can’t compete.’ and you kiss him again, moaning a little as he bit your lip with that.
His hands began travelling up the skirt of your dress and you felt yourself getting soaked for him.
‘Ya look so fucking beautiful, but I need to rip it of ya.’ he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again. You felt his jeans tightening against you, getting you even more worked up.
‘Let’s get going.’ you said now, pulling away from the kiss and patting down your dress. Daryl smirked at you and nodded.
‘Your place or mine?’ he asked, and you chuckle.
…
After hopefully leaving the party without anyone noticing the wild affair, you arrived at your shared house. Daryl had led you to his bedroom in the basement and locked the door before pushing you against it.
‘God, I need you.’ he groaned in your ear as he began kissing your neck. He found your sweet spot and made you moan a little which made him chuckle against your skin. ‘Like that?’ You nod.
He continued sucking and kissing the spot, making your panties more soaked.
‘I wanted this for so long, you were turning me crazy.’ You still couldn’t believe he meant those things but you let yourself sink in another deep kiss before he picked you up by the hips and walked you over to his bed. He carefully dropped you down before leaning over you, grabbing your waist again and kissing you hard.
His hand began to play with the straps of your dress, carefully caressing the soft skin by your collarbone. You let out a deep sigh .
‘I didn’t know Daryl, I didn’t think you felt the same way.’
He kissed down your neck again, breathing you in.
‘Of course I did, how could I not with that sweet smile of yours.’ You giggled again at that, and he grinned against your neck.
‘That one.’
He trailed his kisses down as he tugged on the dress straps, baring your bra, and pulled back then. His hands found yours and he tugged you up and turned you around, with your back pressed against his hard groin. He unzipped your dress and you let it fall on the floor, stepping out of it and suddenly being very aware of only being in your underwear.
You instinctively covered your chest with crossed arms, but Daryl put his arms around you, slowly feeling your body up and down.
‘You’re beautiful.’ he whispered in your neck, and he turned you back around to kiss you deeply. Your hands travelled beneath his shirt, feeling the toned abs of the man against you. You gripped the shirt and tugged as if to tell him to get it off as quickly as he could. He smirked against your mouth and obeyed, revealing his broad chest to you. You caressed him again, deserving a small moan from him, and you began undoing his belt. He stood there, waiting for you, as you finally got his pants off revealing his hardness pushing against the fabric of his boxers. He was big, really big, and you felt your core getting even more soaked for him.
Daryl pushed you back on the bed, palming your soaked panties. The contact made you whimper a bit.
‘Mmm.. already so soaked for me.’ Daryl groaned before diving back to kiss you again, this time even more hungrily and hard.
His fingers circled your clit above the fabric, only to suddenly dip two fingers beneath your panties, fondling your lips and touching your clit. Your back arched at the contact, wanting more from him. He pleased you a bit as you moaned against his lips, desperate to have all of him. He stopped kissing you and grabbed your panties to yank them off, moving back between your legs and pushing your legs open for him. He started kissing your stomach now, leaving a trail of long wet kisses. They travelled down to your hips, where he harshly sucked on you, probably leaving a big mark as you rewarded him with a whimper. You felt his lips smirk against your skin as the kisses arrived between your legs, biting and licking your thighs. You needed him desperately on your pussy, so your hands found his hair as you guided him between your legs.
‘Want me that bad huh?’ he smirked up at you, and you rolled your eyes. He followed you in what you wanted though, and softly planted a kiss on your soaked pussy. He began licking you, circling your clit and building up the release in your core. You moaned for him as your hands tugged at his hair, needing more and more from him. He sled two fingers into you, all the while keeping his tongue on your needy clit. It felt amazing, but you felt your orgasm building up way too fast and you needed him completely.
‘Daryl.. I need you to fuck me… now.’, you managed to get out while the pleasure got to you. He pumped his fingers a few times more in you before getting up from between your legs and getting rid of his boxers. His hard on jumped up to his stomach and you pulled his shoulders towards you, kissing him deeply.
Daryl lied on top of you, leaving harsh marks in your neck that made you even more desperate for him inside you.
‘I’m gonna fuck you so good… I wanted to for such a long time y/n’, he breathed out in between the harsh kisses in your neck.
‘Please do.’ you begged, and he obeyed. He pushed his dick in between your folds a few times, teasing you, and slowly pushed himself inside you. You stretched out before him and gasped at the feeling, while he started to thrust slowly into you. He leaned on his arms on either side of your face, picking up the pace more and more. He hit into you and you gasped again, holding him by his broad shoulders as he started fucking you hard. You knew you couldn’t keep quiet, but you didn’t care; you moaned for him hard as he slammed into you, groaning himself too.
He felt perfect, and you wanted more.
‘Harder, please.’ you whimpered and begged, and he took your neck with one hand to guide you to look as he started to slam even harder into you.
‘God, ya like that? ya needed me that bad?’ he growled at you, not losing the hard pace he had set up for you. You felt your orgasm building even more with every thrust; he was hitting you in exactly the right place.
‘Daryl, I'm gonna….’ you cried out, and your back arched as the pleasure took over you. Daryl slowed his pace down, but didn’t stop, and you let him fuck your orgasm out. You were trembling and you felt his dick twitch inside you.
‘I’m gonna cum too baby..’ he moaned for you and he hit you hard again, receiving a loud whimper from you. His hair stuck to his forehead as he took your neck again and pulled you closer, holding you in place for him. You met his eyes and looked deep into them as he thrust hard in you one last time, filling you up with his cum.
‘God, y/n.’ he growled, slowly riding his orgasm out. He softly pulled out you and lied back down next to you, his breath ridged as he pulled you towards him. His eyes met yours again and he gave you a small smirk.
‘You’re perfect, ya know.’ he said, and kissed you again, this time softly. You let yourself fall back into the kiss, and when you pulled away, you smirked back at him.
‘You’re not so bad yourself, Dixon.’ you said, and you nuzzled up next to him with his arm around you.
‘But what does this mean now?’ you continued, suddenly worried about what is next.
‘Like I said, I want you to be mine, if that’s something you want too.’ he answered, softly rubbing your arm with his thumb.
‘I want that.’ You smile at him. ‘I do think we need to get back to that party, for Rick ya know.’
‘Woman, we aren’t going anywhere.’ He scoffed, but you jumped out of the bed and started assembling your dress and panties.
‘Then I guess that so-called ‘douchebag’ will probably still think I’m available….’ . You continued, and winked at him.
‘You’re an evil woman, you know that?’ Daryl sighed, but he also stood up and put his clothes on. ‘I’m not letting that douchebag think he has any chance with you.’ he muttered, and you giggled.
‘Maybe I won’t fix my smudged lipstick and let him figure it out for himself.’
Daryl frowned at you, but it quickly turned into a smirk. He shook his head while putting on his boots.
‘Maybe I’ll do ya another round in that spare room darlin.’