Norman Reedus Imagines

St. Patricks day (Daryl)

"This is what I call a jackpot," you smirked as you set a basket of collected alcohol bottles on the prison table. And yes, they were full. "Trust me, I'm Irish," you gave a wink to Daryl who was standing across the room with his arms crossed over his chest. He scoffed, rolling his eyes to look away from you when Carol came over with a big grin and helped you take some of it out.

"Why are we celebrating St. Patrick's Day? Out of all of the holidays?" Carl came in, leaning against the cell door.

"Well, for one, I'm irish, I can't help it," you gave him a smile that he returned. "Two, we've forgotten about a lot of the other holidays. And three, it's never possible to over celebrate. Especially now a days."
"Amen to that," Carol said from behind you making you chuckle with Carl.

It might seem crazy, but you kept an accurate calendar ever since the date the outbreak started. You thought it might be important or come in handy sometime, which today, it did. Today was St. Patrick's day and you were determined to get everyone in this prison to have some fun. It's been a little gloomy lately.
"Where'd ya even get all this shit?" Daryl came over, grabbing one of the bottles and inspecting it. At this point multiple more people were strolling over.

"It's a secret," you teased, even though it could be pretty obvious to figure out since all you really did was find some of the old inmates stashes. "But, on the run the other day I also picked up something else, thinking they would be appreciated."
You walked over to your cell that wasn't too far away and dug under your bed, pulling out a full back. Everyone was watching you with interest as you went back over and turned the bag upside down, letting everything dump out.

An assortment of whatever candy you could think of fell out, even some chips and whatever other unexpired sweets you had found. Carl was the first one to let out a laugh of joy, immediately coming over to look through it all. "This is awesome!"
Maggie and Glenn now came over with shit eating grins, nearly drooling at the sight of sweets. "I haven't had these in forever!" Maggie held up a pack of nerds, doing a little dance.

You smiled to yourself when more people filtered over and happy conversations were being shared, even with Rick. You were happy you could supply some smiles in this dark world.

It started to seem more and more like a casual 'party', everyone chatting and laughing and drinking and eating. It was a beautiful sight to see and you weren't hesitant to join in.

Grabbing a bottle of some type of whiskey and gummy bears, you walked over to another table, sitting down and sparking up a conversation with Beth who was more than happy to have candy again. Soon Beth excused herself to go ask Maggie if she remembered the story she just told you, leaving you at this table alone.

You sipped on the alcohol, the burn unfamiliar, but good as it went down your throat. "Whiskey and gummies?" A raspy voice scoffed from behind you, sitting on the seat across from you. You rolled your eyes, "whiskey and potato skins?" You imitated Daryl, looking to the chips in his hands.

He gave you his small smirk, shrugging as he brought the bottle to his lips. You noticed how much he had already drank, but then noticed you weren't too far behind. You were feeling a little fuzzy. "It was nice of ya to do, ya know," Daryl spoke suddenly. "All this," he signaled around him.

"I do what I can," you smiled, taking another drink of your alcohol. Daryl nodded slowly, catching your eye contact as he, too, drank again. You couldn't help the nervous butterflies in your stomach as his sharp blue eyes pierced yours. There was definitely some tension in the look, wether it was from being tipsy or not.

Daryl looked away from you, but smiled to himself as he did. He was obviously thinking about something that you could not figure out.
You shrugged it off, taking this opportunity to look over his appearance.
He was wearing one of his sleeveless shirts, of course, showing off the muscles of his arms and lean torso. His hair was messy and sticking up in places and it was matted to other places, but it was still irresistibly sexy. You can't deny that you have always been attracted to Daryl. There was just something about him.
The rest of the night went similar to how it was, fun being shared between everyone, but Daryl's eyes either on you the whole time or yours on him. You tried your best to ignore the tension while talking with other people, but he was always there.

But after a little while, night came and the time got later and later, people started to disperse. "We're gona head to bed, guys, thanks for everything, Y/N," Maggie said, coming over to give you a quick hug. You smiled and returned it, doing the same for everyone else that was leaving.

And then you realized that it was just you and Daryl left.

You decided to occupy yourself by putting some of the half empty, or still full, bottles of alcohol away in the crate again. You could feel Daryl's presence behind you as you did. "So ya irish?" he asked, closer to you than you thought.

"Aye," you answered with a smirk, making him chuckle. He rubbed a hand over the scruff on his chin, looking you over. "So ya lucky, then." He made it sound like less of a question and more of a confident statement.

You spun around slowly, leaning against the table. "Hm, I guess so-" you couldn't quite finish your sentence before Daryl was pressed up against you, slamming his lips to yours. It took you buy complete surprise, but you didn't hesitate to kiss him back roughly, hands immediately sliding past his neck to weave in his shaggy hair.

You were sure you smelt of alcohol just as much as he did, but like hell you gave a shit.
You think Daryl must have gotten shy, not being the type to do something like this, because he pulled away slightly, but you wouldn't have that.
You followed his lips almost immediately, wanting more now that you've had a taste, and pulled him back harshly to you.

This now boosted his confidence and his hands darted to your hips, holding onto them tight. Your spine had pleasureful shivers running up and down it when Daryl pressed himself against you even more, lifting you so you were sitting on the table.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing your body into his as the kiss deepened. His tongue parted your lips, running against the inside of your bottom lip.
You sighed into his mouth which only made him growl into yours and reach his hands up to tangle roughly in your hair. It took you by surprise when he yanked your head back by your messy locks, mouth diving to your now exposed neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

You moaned, hands fumbling upwards to undo the buttons of his shirt, ripping it open to run your hands down his tanned chest like you had so many times imagined. You could feel the muscles laced on his as you now moved your hands up to his shoulders and down the other side of his back.
You let your nails dig into his skin with pleasure when his tongue engaged in an even hotter kiss.

You both fumbled around clumsily, both clearly feeling the effects of alcohol, but fully aware and wanting. You felt his hand slide up your shirt, finding your breast, and caressing it lightly, causing your nipples to stand, ready for more. When you moaned, he pulled your shirt over your head, and ran his tongue over those taught nipples. You ran your hands through his hair, and said his name quietly.

"Daryl," You whispered. "Oh my god..."

He kissed you again, deeper, longer, and pulled you around. Your back was pressed against the table that sat against the wall, until he lifted your hips up and sat you on top of it. You undid his pants, and he kicked them off while wiggling your own off your hips. Then he dropped to his knees, and you felt his tongue run up the most intimate part of you, and you swooned. He sucked and bit you expertly, until he finally flicked his tongue across your clit in just the right way, and you released, flooding him with your juices.

"Mmm," He said, "That was nice." He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on him. He pulled you closer, and you felt his throbbing member at your entrance.

You wrapped your legs around him, and he pushed into you. He was gentle, and slow, giving you time to adjust to his massive size. When he was finally completely inside you, he held you at the small of your back, and began to, for lack of a better word, fuck the hell out of you.

"Fuck," He breathed hard, "How long as it been since..."

You had to tell yourself to breath, "So..." Breath, "Long..." Breath, "Fuck!"

The desk beat against the brick wall, but just this one time, neither one of you cared. You wanted this. You needed this.

When you felt your orgasm approaching, you started shamelessly yelling his name.

"Daryl!" Very shamelessly, "Oh GOD!"

He kissed your neck, and your mouth, and once again pulled your hair back hard.

That did it. You came hard, your muscles contracting around him, and body convulsing sensuously against him in such a way that it caused him to start screaming your name this time.

"I'm gonna... Y/N, I'm..."

Returning the favor, you ran your fingers through his hair, and then pulled back. He growled, then sighed loudly, as he emptied an impressive amount of his own juices into you, and then collapsed against you.

When your breathing settled, you both dressed, and then picked up the mess you had somehow made on your journey across the room. When it was time to go to your own sleeping quarters, you looked at each other, not knowing what to really say next.

He walked to you, took your face in his hands, and kissed you on the lips. "Great party, Y/N." Then, he winked.

You put your head against his chest and whispered back, "Maybe we should do it again soon, then."