Norman Reedus Imagines

Daryl meets Buttons-- PART 4

Carol didn't like her. Didn't trust this Kieran.

Daryl did. That was obvious. The two had been taking daily trips outside the walls. Carol was certain she was sleeping in his room at night. And the other day she thought she saw them making out behind the horse stall.

And wasn't that the crux of it. The horse. Ever since Daryl and Aaron came striding back in through the gates with the coal black mare in tow he had been drifting. Spending more and more time with it, and less and less with them. And once this Kieran showed up. Well then it was as if the only reason he came back to the house at all was to eat and sleep.

Kieran had never actually spoken to Carol. Sure Daryl introduced them one day. Apparently the same day he had introduced her to Rick. But the girl had just smiled at her, tightly as though she really didn't actually want to meet anyone. And she followed Daryl around like a lost puppy. Carol couldn't actually remember seeing the girl without him. But she had to spend some time away from him, after all she had seen Daryl without Kieran albeit only early in the morning and late at night.

Carol just couldn't trust her. Maybe if she had made an effort to get to know the older woman. Someone Daryl certainly must have told her was family. Or maybe if Daryl hadn't abandoned her for some young girl. No, she couldn't think that way. Daryl was not hers, and she absolutely not jealous. She needed to talk to Rick.

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Rick hadn't thought much about Daryl's new mystery girl. He figured the two of them were together. After all, if Daryl wasn't out on runs with Rick he was with Kieran or Buttons. And the girl had taken up residence in Daryl's room. But really, Daryl's personal life was none of Rick's business so long as the other man did his job. But when Daryl couldn't be found for a planned run because he had run off into the woods with the girl, well, then Rick took notice.

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"Oh Gods, Daryl!" Kieran screamed as he pushed deep inside her core.

They were being loud. Very loud. But neither of them cared. Kieran had been taking Daryl outside the walls to teach him. Teach him how to siphon magic from her and use it for his own abilities. He was getting very good at hiding. He could even hide her as well from site and sound so long as they were physically connected. Which was good, because this latest trip had devolved to them getting very physically connected on the forest floor.

Daryl leaned over her, kissing her deeply before wrapping his arms around her. He heaved her body up as he sat back, positioning her in his lap.

"Ride it, sweetheart." He commanded.

Kieran complied. Fucking herself hard on his length. She couldn't quite place the feeling growing inside of her for him. It wasn't love. Love she knew. This was deeper. It was more like need. Like she didn't think she could ever be without him. Like he belonged to her. Like she belonged to him. It felt like bliss.

Daryl's name began falling from her lips in litany as she neared her climax. Kieran dropped down hard on him, eliciting a hiss and grunt from Daryl as his head fell back. Her eyes closed, her body shuddered, and her walls clenched tightly as ecstasy washed over her body. Daryl pulled her to him, thrusting up into her another half dozen times before spilling over the edge of bliss with her. The feeling causing a wave of aftershock to course through her body. She loved having part of him inside her, wanted more of him inside her but didn't want to think too much about it.

"What is it 'bout ya?" Daryl asked as they came down.
"What do you mean?" She replied.
"'Ts like I need ya. Can't be without ya. Never felt like that 'fore." Daryl answered.
"It's just because you've never met another fae." Kieran lied. "You'll get used to it."