Maeve Grimes is the younger sister of Rick Grimes. She developed a secret relationship with her brother's best friend but what happens when an apocalypse hits? Her world comes crashing down and there to catch her is none other than Daryl Dixon.
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Rick and Shane made the choice to take Randall somewhere far away while blindfolded. They've been gone a few hours and my nerves are going crazy thinking of what can happen between those two. I decide to take Johnny aka my bat out with me into the woods to hunt. I still wasn't the best at it but I needed to clear my head. I only made it a mile into the woods before I sat to stop on a fallen tree.
"I know you're there," I say with a small grin.
Daryl finally steps out behind a tree, "I've been following you this entire time."
"Now look who's acting like a puppy," I tease him.
"I just wanted to make sure you're safe," He shrugs, sitting next to me.
"I can handle myself, Dixon."
"Whatever."
"Did you come just to be an ass?" I question him, rolling my eyes.
"I told you why I came!" He growls.
"Calm down, tough guy," I mumble, flicking him in his cheek.
He glares at me as he grabs my hand. I try to pull it away with no success.
"Let go, asshole!" I groan.
"Make me," He challenges.
I go to bite his hand as he lets go of mine, "what the hell!"
"Works like a charm," I say with a grin.
"So you're a biter then?" He questions, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Do you want to find out?" I ask, smirking at him.
"Hell yeah I do," He answers quickly.
I laugh, "try being a little nicer first."
"That's going to be real hard for me," He states truthfully.
"I know," I say with a shrug.
"Fuck it," He mumbles before he presses his lips against mine.
It takes me by surprise but my body is quick to respond to his movements. My lips move against his as my hands roam his back. He grips onto my waist tightly most definitely leaving bruises from how tightly he's pressing against my skin.
He repositions us so my back is pressed against the tree and he's hovering over me. Our lips reconnect hungrily. The warmth of his hands sliding under my shirt makes me feel like I'm on fire. His lips trail down my neck which causes small moans to slip from my mouth.
His hand presses against my mouth to keep me quiet as his lips move down my body. My shirt raises as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses against my stomach.
My breathing begins to become rapid as his fingers unbuttoned my jeans. I try to focus on my breathing as he removes his hand from my mouth to slip my jeans and panties down my thighs. My jeans are thrown to the side as he spreads my legs.
His hot breath is against the most sensitive area of my body and I begin to feel squirmy. He holds my hips down just as his tongue meets my clit. I can't hold in the soft moan that escapes past my lips.
"You have to be quiet," He grunts out.
His mouth continues to work wonders and he catches me off guard by slipping a finger inside of me the same time his tongue flicks against my clit.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning and try to lift my hips up to create friction. His hand on my hips is driving me crazy. I want more contact, I want him inside of me.
"Daryl," I can barely get out.
He lifts his head up to look at me, looking hotter than ever.
"Yes, darlin?" His raspy voice lets out.
"I want you inside of me," I practically beg.
He smirks, "as you wish."
I sit up to help him unbutton his jeans and slip them down. His length had me in awe and I was a bit intimidated by the size. He was much bigger than Shane and the guys I had been with before. I started to question of how it would even fit.
"I'll go slow," He assures me.
I nod as he positions himself at my entrance. I hold onto his shoulders and let out a moan when he pushes his tip into me. He went slow just as he said and waited until my body was used to his size.
"You can move," I mumble against his shoulder.
He begins to move slowly as I raise my hips to meet his. His thrusts become faster which causes me to bite against his shoulder. He grunts and grips my back to press me against him. I take the lead and begin to bounce up and down against his dick. The only things that could be heard are the grunts coming from us and the loud breathing.
He grabs one of my hands and presses it against my lower stomach. I can feel him inside me which causes me to moan against his shoulder. His hand leaves mine to slip between us and rubs my clit. The overwhelming sensation causes a pressure to build in my lower stomach.
"I'm close," I barely let out.
"Hold on a little longer," He grunts.
He changes his position slightly so that he's hitting my sensitive spot. I can feel his dick twitch inside me and his thrusts begin to get sloppier.
"Let go," He whispers lowly in my ear.
That was enough for me to orgasm all over his dick as he continues to thrust through my high. He slips out of me and cums on my stomach. We take a moment to catch our breathes.
"Fuck," He mumbles, grabbing a rag and cleaning off my stomach.
"Fuck is right," I agree, closing my eyes for a brief moment.
"You looked so sexy when you topped me, I don't think I've ever had a woman take control like that," He admits.
"You're usually the dominant one?" I tease, already knowing the answer.
"Of course," He smirks, handing me my jeans.
"I like to be in control sometimes," I shrug.
"I think I'd like that," He says, a blush evident on his cheeks.
