Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 95: Climax

Daryl and I laid side by side after finishing for...who knows how many times now, as we panted heavily, covered in sweat and gasping for air.

Every bone in my body ached from tiredness, but the pleasure and satisfaction I had felt was worth it all, and the time I had spent with Daryl was worth even more.

He had gone rough this time, so rough to the point every inch of my muscles ached and I was completely worn out, not to mention I was a complete mess...

We were messes ourselves, but luckily, we hadn't wrecked the watchtower up...too much anyway.

And despite being complete, panting messes covered in love bites from head to toe, we had...made sure to "clean" eachother up...

He must've really needed this...to let his emotions out...

He must've been more bothered about today than he let on, to act like this...

I slowly sat up and ran my fingers through my hair as I took a deep breath, then smirked at Daryl.
"Had your fun?"
He grumbled and rested his arm over his eyes as he hit my leg.
"Shut up."
I chuckled and combed some sweaty strands of hair away from my face.
"Feeling better now?"
He grumbled as he scanned me over.
"Mm."
He pulled himself up, sitting beside me, and eyed me.
"Ain't ya bothered?"
He pressed his lips together.
"I weren' too-"
My lips curled up in amusement.
"Who said I didn't like it that way?"
I smirked and whispered into his ear.
"You're cute when you're mad, you know..."
He clicked his tongue and pushed my face away with a scowl.
"Can' go one minute without bein' a smartass, can ya?"
I chuckled and gave him a smug look.
"Awh, embarrassed?"

He let out an annoyed groan and averted my gaze, then his eyes landed on something and he smirked before turning back to me.

He picked up my bra that was strewn across the floor and threw it in my face.
"You should be embarrassed..."
He smirked at me as I scowled and reached for my bra.
"Why ain't I even suprised..."

I pulled my bra off my head and eyed it, my cheeks immediately heating up when I realised what I had been wearing.

I had completely forgotten that I was still wearing the pizza disco cat underwear which was...less than sexy...and very much embarrassing. They were comfortable though...

I avoided his gaze and hid my bra in my chest.
"Shut up!"
I mumbled, too embarrassed to speak.
"They're comfortable, okay!?"
He snorted.
"They suit ya perfectly..."
I raised a brow and faced him, only to be met with a smirk.
"Dumbass underwear, for a dumbass bitch."
I grumbled and hit him.
"Fuck you..."
He gave me an amused look.
"Ya did."
I groaned.
"Fucking smartass..."
I crossed my arms.
"At least I'm not boring..."
I eyed him.
"Like someone."
He snorted.
"Ya certainly ain't borin', tha's fer sure.."
He gave me an amused look as he scanned me over.
I felt my ears burn up in embarrassment.
His smirk grew as he leaned close.
"Awh, embarrassed?" He teased.
I grumbled pushed him away.
"Go fuck yourself!"

I paused for a moment, then smirked at him, an amused look on my face as I held my hand to my mouth.
"Oh wait, you did already..."
He grumbled, causing me to laugh.
"Smartass.."
I smirked at him.
"Clearly you like this smartass."
He grumbled.
"I tolerate you."
I gave him an amused look.
"Oh yeah?"
He smirked back at me.
"Even though you're annoyin' an' ya wear stupid-ass underwear."
"Drop it! They're comfortable!"
He chuckled, then gave me a softer look.
"How cute.." He teased.
I avoided his gaze and groaned.
"Fuck you, Dixon..."
He chuckled and whispered into my ear.
"You already did."
I flipped him off.
"Ughh, I hate you..."