The Apocalypse Special
kinktober #6: public sex
nsfw, daryl x fem!reader
Finding privacy any time during the apocalypse isn't easy. Especially when you don't exactly have a place to call home. The fall of the farm means no more sense of security, and although you and Daryl were used to fucking in the woods, it was far from easy now.
Your relationship with the archer was complex, having met at the quarry right as everything went down. You were a loner, just like him, and therefore was drawn to him in ways he didn't quite comprehend. He also didn't comprehend how you managed to worm your way into his head. He was curious about you, he had to admit. But he didn't let it go far, not emotionally, at least. He let himself get involved in other ways, an unspoken, mutual agreement of stress relief. Whether it was after an argument with his brother or a shit day of hunting, he'd meet you in the woods to let the aggression out.
The farm wasn't the hardest place to sneak around like misbehaving teenagers, but you were also both busy. Beyond that, you were too focused on survival to really have the time or energy. You could tell from the twitch of Daryl's fingers and the tension in his shoulders that he was pent up. A big part of him felt responsible for the group, to keep everyone fed and safe.
You find him that night as he watches the sun set, an eerie darkness setting over the house everyone was holed up in. He initially hated the thought of a bond forming between you two, nevertheless, it was only natural after seeking comfort in each other for so long. There was undoubtedly something between you, as reluctant as you both were to label it. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder, careful to not go further while the others lurk.
“You okay?” From the heavy look in his eyes, he was not. But he just shrugs, eventually giving you a small, half hearted nod that you scoff at. “Bullshit.”
He hates it - the way he opened the door to his heart a crack for you, only for you to swing it completely open. You convince him to take a night walk with the excuse of checking the perimeter again. It's believable enough given how paranoid everyone was.
You barely make it out the back door before he shoves your back against the house, bodies pressing together. Clearly he read through your excuse. He immediately buries his face into your neck, the familiar scent and warmth feels like home.
“Daryl- they're just inside,” he doesn't seem to care. It's like a switch flipped, the pent up tension finally boiling over.
“Need ya.” His body heat burns against the cool night air.
“They'll hear…”
“Gonna have ta be quiet then.” You know it wouldn't be safe to go any further into the woods, and you were just as needy. Thankfully the darkness provided at least some layer of privacy. Daryl senses your acceptance, his hands slipping to your belt. You'll still have to be quick.
Chest pressing against the house, you try to steady your breathing as Daryl drags the head of his cock between your folds. The growing wetness between your thighs makes it easy. He catches his tip against your entrance and you can't hold back a groan. Slowly, he pushes in more, fighting the urge to thrust roughly so as not to hurt you. “Fuck, ya so tight…”
The gruffness of his voice makes your mind go blank. Nothing else matters except for the feeling of you mutually losing yourself in each other again. “Quiet, girl,” he whispers into your neck, lips pressing suspiciously tender kisses on your skin. You didn't even notice you were making too much noise, or that his large hand found its way over your mouth.
His soft grunts quicken with his thrusts, causing you to clench around him. You were so close, and there was still a tiny, logical part of you that was considering the others would be expecting you to return soon. Daryl shifts behind you, bending you over more until your cheek presses against the old wood cladding of the house. He was close too.
You subconsciously hold your breath as your climax builds to the hilt. A desperate, broken moan escapes your lips into Daryl’s palm. He continues thrusting for a few more seconds, pulling out only just before he comes over your ass. Your upper body collapses heavily against the house as your orgasm washes over you. Chests heaving, neither of you move for at least a minute.
How you're going to clean up and act like nothing happened, you have no idea.
