Daryl Dixon (One Shots)

Disobey

You climbed over Alexandria's far wall back into the community. You hoped Daryl wasn't back from his run yet. If he knew you left Alexandria he'd lose his shit. Especially with everything that is going on with Negan. Daryl ordered you to stay inside the walls. No runs, no nothing. You knew it was because he loved you but you just couldn't stand being stuck in one place. You needed a break.

As you approached your house, you saw Daryl's bike. "Fuck..." You whispered to yourself. You knew you would never hear the end of this. You took a deep breath and walked up the steps to your house. You opened the door slowly. Daryl was in the kitchen, shoving things into his bag. "Hey baby..." You said as sweetly as you could.

Daryl stopped and looked at you, shaking his head slightly to get his hair out of his eyes. "Are you fucking serious?" He asked, obviously furious with you. He dropped his bag to the floor and walked towards you. "I was about to go back out there lookin' for ya!" He yelled, pointing towards the gates. "Where the hell did ya go?!"

"Baby, I'm sorry! I just needed to get out of this place! I'm going crazy being locked up here all the time!" You pleaded. "I didn't go far! Just to the river..."

"The Saviors coulda found ya! I told ya to stay here til all this is over! You disobeyed me!"

"I know but-"

"No buts! You deliberately disobeyed me!"

You knew you were in deep shit, but you felt a warmth start to grow between your legs. You loved when Daryl was angry. Something about him was just so sexy. You bit your lip and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. "I'm sorry baby...I won't do it again." You stuck your chest out and rocked from side to side, looking as cute as you possibly could. You had your hair in two long braids. It wasn't hard to see through your white tank top and you had opted out of wearing a bra that day. Your jean shorts were a little too short. It wouldn't be hard for him to rip your clothes off your body. You knew no matter how angry Daryl was at you, he could never resist you. You gave him your best puppy dog face. You were his weakness. You wanted him to punish you.

"Ya coulda died, Y/N!" He yelled at you.

"But I didn't! I'm still here baby!" You said as you wrapped your arms around him to reassure him that you were alive and safe. Daryl looked down at you. You wanted him to take all of his anger out on you. "Can you forgive me?" You asked hopefully. Looking up at him with big, apologetic, Y/E/C eyes. He hated the fact that he couldn't properly scold you without getting turned on. You could feel him grow harder by the second. You bit your lip at the thought of him dominating you.

He exhaled angrily and picked you up by your legs, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggled, excited for what was to come. "Hush." Daryl told you sternly. "You don't make a sound unless I say so."

You bit your lip, trying to be quiet. You could feel yourself already dripping with anticipation. Daryl carried you up the stairs and into the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed and you squealed with excitement as your body bounced on impact.

Daryl's hungry eyes scanned your body. He quickly grabbed you by the shirt, yanking you up towards him and ripping it off over your head. He moved down to your shorts and tore them off along with your panties. You laid on the bed completely naked, opening your legs slightly and biting your finger. Your pussy glistening with need for him.

"Turn over." Daryl commanded. You did as you were told. He went to the drawer in the bed side table and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs. You could hardly stand the wait but you knew he was about to tease you as your punishment.

Daryl grabbed your hands and handcuffed you to the bed frame. You couldn't help but giggle as he manhandled you roughly. "I told ya to be quiet. Ya gonna behave er not?" He asked angrily in his sexy southern drawl. You nodded your head and buried your face in the pillow.