Norman Reedus Imagines

Happy Birthday Daryl

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You awoke to the morning sun streaming in through your bedroom window as the sun began to rise. You sleepily look over and notice Daryl still breathing in and out heavily, as he slept. You stared at your man with nothing but love, you rubbed your hand up and down his chest and down his stomach trying to coax him awake. He was such a hard sleeper, he would sleep through a gun fight, you guessed, with a smile. So softly kiss Daryl's chest a few times and look up at the man you had been dating for a few months now, which was right around the time you were accepted into Alexandria. It didn't take you two too long to fall for each other. I mean, look at him, you thought happily to yourself as you traced his chest lightly with your index finger.

After a minute of circling around and still not getting a reaction you huff a little and smile to yourself, getting an idea. You slowly lift your body under the sheets and swing your right leg over Daryl's sleeping body, you straddle him and sit down on his hips. You begin to rock your hips back and forth a little, grinding into him. He moaned in his sleep and his head turn. It was a start. You thought to yourself, continuing to ride him and watch him come undone in his dreams.

You stop grinding and lean your body down, pressing your chest down into his, slowly sucking a little on the side of his neck before whispering in his ear.

"Wake up, Birthday Man..." You say seductively grinding your hips into his again, crashing your lips on the spot behind his ear.

Daryl moans again in his sleep, this time his arms twitch a little, and his head moves again.

You continue to kiss his neck, staring up at his eyes determined to wake your man up and spoil him. You slowly snake your hand down his bare chest and down to his jeans, you rub his lower stomach a minute and watch in pleasure as he cries out, eyes still closed. You lower your hand and begin to rub his already hard cock outside his pants. You rub him up and down and suck and swirl on his neck, harshly, turning yourself on accidentally, this was all about him today.

"Mmmm..." You moan to yourself, closing your eyes, and thinking about all the times the cock in your hand had made you cry out in pleasure. Too many times to count, but every damn time he gave you the most intense orgasms of your life.

Daryl starts to whimper and buck his hips up into your hand as you rub on him. His head thrashes a little and moves it back and forth, crying out in confused pleasure.

You stop your hand, looking at him, hoping to see him awaken. He falls back to sleep.

Hmph. You thought and detached your lips from his neck, sitting back up, straddling over him deep in thought.

Suddenly you smile to yourself, "I know what will get you up..." You say to Daryl, who can't hear you. You shimmy off the bed and grab the sheet that covered you both all night and ripped it off the bed. You stare down at Daryl's body, down his big bare chest, to his black jeans, all the way down to his legs and his bare feet. He slept with his arms at his sides palms up, his eyes twitched a little as he began to come out of his sleep.

You quickly reached down and unbutton his pants and unzip them. You try and wiggle the pants down his hips from the odd angle you stand at beside the bed. You twist your body and grunt a little bit trying to pull the pants off him.

You hear Daryl clear his throat and freeze your hands on his hips, you slowly look back at him, and see him grinning from ear to ear as he pulls his hands behind his head, looking down at you trying to undress him.

"Somethin' you need?" He asked cockily smirking and wiggle his hips in your hands.

You smirk and lick your lips, "Actually, it was something I wanted to give you. It's your birthday after all." You smile seductively and turn your gaze back down to his pants.