ONE SHOTS | NR. AL , RG, DD

Daryl Dixon - Wrong Brother (SMUT!)

•Lexie (OC) decides to visit Merle and Daryl's house, drunk and hoping for a fun night with her boyfriend, Merle. However, in her drunken state, she enters the wrong room.

•SMUT!

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Lexie giggled to herself as she opened the door to the Dixon's brothers house, shushing the door as it creaked closed.

She kicked off her shoes somewhere in the lounge before making her way to Merle's room. She knew he would be happy to see her, especially with what she had planned.

She giggled to herself once again as she slumped against the door opposite Merle's room.

"Stupid room needs to stop spinning." She huffed as she opened the bedroom door and entered, shutting the door behind her.

She approached the bed, listening to the soft snores coming from her boyfriend. She giggled and began to undress, pulling her dress over her head and her panties down her legs, throwing them randomly in the room.

She stepped closer to the bed, unable to admire his features due to how dark the room was, as she pulled the sheet from his body and straddled his hips.

She giggled and leaned down, pressing her breasts against his bare chest and kissing him roughly on the lips, forcing her tongue inside his mouth.

He made a noise of protest and even tried to push her away.

"Shush, let me take control." She whispered as she kissed him again.

He squirmed beneath her and gripped her arms.

"Stop." She giggled as she slipped her hands under the waistband of his boxers.

"Lex-"

"Shush...we don't want to wake Daryl up." She giggled as she ran the palm of her hand up and down his shaft.

He groaned and still tried to push her away.

"Lex-"

"Please, baby. Let me do this for you." She said before pressing her lips back to his.

He seemed to give in fighting against her as she rubbed his hardening length.

He kissed back. Albeit a little clumsily, but it all just turned her on more.

She pulled back from his lips and pressed her finger against them.

"Gotta be quiet, and you have to let me take control." She said before tugging his boxers down enough to release his erection.

"Mmm...you ready?" She asked.

He grunted in response, and his hips bucked up towards her dripping wet entrance.

She giggled and slid down his length without warning.

She gasped at the feeling; he felt so much bigger than when she was sober.

"Fuck." She moaned as she began to rock her hips against him.

He seemed unsure, his hands shakily gripping at her hips. It was so unlike Merle, but his innocent act was turning her own more.

The bed began to hit the wall as her movements became faster.

"I'm so close." She gasped into his ear before pressing her lips against his. This time, he responded with the same amount of force. Pushing his tongue into her mouth as he began to meet her thrusts.

She couldn't stop her moans, no longer caring that Daryl was just next door.

His movements became sloppy, and she knew he was close. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, guiding him to where she wanted. He took the hint and began to rub her clit. .

They both gasped as she clenched her walls around him, fighting back her screams before falling against his chest, breathing heavily. With one last thrust, he came, too.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

Lexie didn't move from his body as she ran her fingers through his long hair

Long hair!

Merle doesn't have long her.

She clumsily reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on, coming face to face with Daryl.

She instantly sobered up as the reality of what she had done hit her like a tonne of bricks.

He just stared at her as she practically fell out of the bed.

"Shit, Daryl, I'm so sorry...shit! What have I done?" She panicked as she picked up her clothes from the floor.

"I'm so sorry." She said as she backed away to the door.

Daryl wasn't sure what to say. He just watched her leave.

The following day was an awkward one when Merle entered the kitchen, grinning at Daryl.

"Heard some interesting sounds coming from your room last night." He grinned. "Sounded like someone got lucky."

Daryl just shrugged.

"Thought Lex would have been over last night, though. Was proper horny after hearing you and that whore at it." He grumbled.

Daryl said nothing.

Lexie ignored Merle's texts that morning. She chose to hide away in her house, feeling guilty.

Later in the afternoon, she heard a knock at the door. She panicked, believing it would be Merle. She had no idea what to say to him; she wasn't even sure if Daryl had told him what had happened.

She opened the door, but instead of being faced with the oldest Dixon, she faced the youngest.

He said nothing but held up a pair of lacy pink underwear.

She scowled and snatched them from his hands.

"What the hell!" She snapped.

"Should be me saying that."

She looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Are you going to tell him?" She asked.

"No, I don't want him hating me any more than you do."

She nodded. "I am sorry. I was drunk. I thought you were Merle." She sighed.

"I know...I'm sorry, too. I was the sober one. I should have stopped it."

She looked up at him. "Then why didn't you?" She asked.

"Because Merle ain't the only one that's in love with ya." He said before walking away.

"Well, shit." She mumbled as she re-entered her house.

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