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# 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: you and daryl were never friends. however, one day you can't sleep, and neither can he. (2nd person POV)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, subby daryl, penetrative sex (p in v), cunnilingus, mentions of abuse scars, fingering, unprotected sex (plz wrap if b4 u tap it🙏🏼), aftercare, and cursing ??.

𝟏𝟓𝟕𝟒 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

you had arrived in alexandria a week ago. your whole group was getting used to it and was very excited about the new chapter in their lives. you were not. you knew what this was. you gave it less than 6 months before something happened that'd push you to leave.

you weren't quiet about this, but nobody agreed with you. except for the one person you never had on your side, daryl dixon.

"this is so fucking stupid," you muttered in your bed. 

in hopes to get you guys to bond, rick put you and the devil himself in the same house. luckily, he settled his room in the basement, so you hardly saw him.

you couldn't sleep, like always. sleep was impossible in a world where you have to keep at least one eye open at all times. you got out of bed and figured since it was late, there was no reason in putting on more clothes. a cropped baby tee and shorts adorned your figure as you went downstairs for a glass of water and a smoke.

as you leaned on the railing of your porch with a cigarette in between your index and middle finger, you could feel the breeze of the gentle wind against your face and in your hair. 

the front door opened and shut behind you. you quickly turned around to see your roommate. 

"fuck are you doing out here so late?" you asked him as he lit a cigarette of his own. "i could ask ya the same thing," daryl responded, hardly sparing you a glance. his eyes did roam your body every so often, though.

you just sighed as you put your cigarette out on the railing. "i couldn't sleep. what's your excuse, daryl?" you said, annoyed, but not too obviously. "i couldn't sleep neither," he said simply, looking down next to you. 

"how stupid is this?" you ask rhetorically after a few moments of silence. he hummed in agreeance. "how long you give it?" he asked. you scoffed. "not long, that's how long."

"daryl?" you looked up at the burly man. "mhm?" he answered. "why don't we like each other?" you asked, subconsciously shifting a bit closer to him. "have i e'er said that?" he almost whispered.

you couldn't lie, you found daryl extremely attractive. but, he always underestimated you, made you feel incapable. if anything, you saved his ass. more than once. 

"no, but-" you said. "exactly, don't make somethin' outta nothin'," he had a snappy tone. "what's your problem?" you turned your whole frame to face him. "my problem?" he replied, raising his voice and coming closer to you.

your chests were touching as you both breathed heavily. "i feel like i have to protect ya, i know ya don't need it. i know that, but i feel like i do," daryl admitted, voice gravelly. this warmed both your heart and your core.

you took a chance and brought your lips up to his. he froze under your touch for a moment before letting himself go and kissing you back. it was hot and full. you felt like you were floating. his hands roamed your body and you let them.

you disconnected your lips for a moment so you could pull him into your shared home. "my room or yours?" you turned to ask the man you have your fingers intertwined with. "yours," he muttered, his face getting redder by the moment.