Daryl Dixon x Reader

Angry/Angsty Shower! *smut p.1*

There were scars that covered your inner thighs, and you hugged your legs together so he wouldn't notice as you leaned into his embrace. You were a bit of a shy person when it came to your body, and your cheeks were flushed. Your hands hugged your breasts, in an attempt to cover them.

Daryl noticed these moments, but didn't say anything. He pulled you closer, and kept his arms around your waist, as he let his fingertips caress your stomach. He still smelt of alcohol, but only a little now. "I don't usually do this... I only ever with girls I didn't know, so I didn't really feel much.." Daryl whispered by your ear.

Your heart dropped.. He wasn't a virgin, and you were. Was he confessing feelings? Were you ready? Small tears tugged at your eyes, but the shower kept him from seeing them.

Daryl spoke lowly, "Your so hot... I really need this." He mumbled, pressing his lips to your tiny shoulder. He seemed so gentle at this very moment, but how could that be?

Your breath hitched, and you felt so bad. You wanted to tell him no, you weren't ready. You weren't ready to lose your virginity, you weren't ready to show someone else your scars. But at the same time, you did. You wanted to cry your heart out and tell someone everything. You didn't want to be alone anymore.

Daryl grunted softly, "Sunshine. Please talk to me." He spoke. He kept his hands at your waist, and moved just a little closer.

You kept trying to hide yourself with your arms. But you soon leaned further into him, maybe you needed this. "Daryl..." You said gently. "I haven't ever..."

Daryl sighed, "I understand.." He gently moved one hand up to your neck, and tilted your head back a little with your chin. He softly kissed your neck, a small spot you didn't know you had.

A small sound erupting from your lips. "I'm scared.." You mumbled after, your arms and legs a little shaky. You could feel his erection against your back, and you gulped, he felt big.

Daryl only nodded, before he moved both his hands to yours. "I'm here.. I won't do anything you don't want." He said quietly.

You nodded your head and let him move your arms away from your chest, before he moved both his hands to your breasts. He gently started to massage them, and leaned his head down to kiss and suck your neck.

Small moans escaped your lips, as your cheeks turned very red. "D-daryl..." You whined out, your hands moving to his.

He grunted in response, and continued his motions.

You felt a pull in your stomach, like a small knot curling. You continued whining, you felt different you almost didn't like it, but at the same time you loved it. "D-daryl please.."

He huffed and stopped his motions, moving his hands to your waist again. He turned you around, and pressed you against the cold shower wall. He pinned you there, and simply took in the view in front of him. He quickly noticed the scars on your thighs, and growled lowly. He let go of you. "What is this?" He asked quickly, a slight tone of irritation.

You let a small tear slide down your cheek. "I-I-"

He cut you off. "You what?! Thought you were ugly and awful so you cut yourself?!" He seemed a little too angry.

You could only cower beneath him. As tears dripped from your chin. "Daryl..." You whimpered.

He huffed and stepped away, quickly putting on his clothes and leaving.

You just slid down the wall and kept crying. How could he just do all that to you, get angry, and leave? You were hurt.. You didn't know what to do.

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