The Dixon's Best Friend. [Daryl Dixon Fanfiction.]

"Sir."

*drinks whole liter of holy water* *cracks neck* let's do this.

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I wake tangled in a mess or arms and legs, my head resting somewhere between Daryl's shoulder and his chest, without even looking I can feel the bruises on my hips and the slight sting from the hickeys darted all over my skin. Daryl had been amazing last night, better than any of my fantasies. He had marked me as his own, and made a promise that from now until the day I die, he'd do anything to prevent that from happening.

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His lips ghost over my own, not granting my the pleasure of a kiss.

"You've to stay quiet, okay?" He asks his voice lower than I'd ever heard it before.

"Yeah, sure Dary-"

But he cuts me off.

"I said to stay quiet." If even possible his voice has gone lower. "And it's Sir to you now."

I nearly let myself gasp - nearly. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as he presses his lips firmly against mine. He parts out lips with his tongue, biting down on my bottom lip almost eliciting a moan from me, but I hold it back, because I promised I'd be quiet.

Slowly - agonizingly slowly he chews his way down my jaw and below my ear, pausing there to suck a love bite into my sensitive spot. At that moment I let out a gasp, unable to contain myself.

"Now, now princess." He coos softly. "You promised you'd be quiet."

Princess. I gulp softly, my mind buzzing at the sound of the new pet name as his lips travel further down to my collar bone, nipping and sucking as he goes.

I nearly - once again nearly - let myself whine as he detaches his lips from my collar bone that is now littered in half formed bruises. He grabs the edge of my shirt and rips it over my head in one swift movement.

I reach out to grab him but he grabs my hands before they can make contact with his skin and he holds them above my head.

"Stay." He orders sending chills down my spine as I arch my back in search of any form of friction to assist my aching core - and he hasn't even touched me properly yet.

Daryl takes his time even getting to my breasts, pressing kisses all over my shoulders and my stomach and my chest. Whispering sweet nothings as he goes. I use every form of will power left inside of me not to grab him and shove him between my legs, but I can't because I'm convinced he might just stop if I even try.

Before I know what's happening my bra is off me and so is Daryl's shirt. Just the feeling over his skin against mine as he latches onto one of my nipples sets my skin alight on fire. My head is spinning as he pulls and bites at my left nipple, tugging the other one between his thumb and pointer finger. I knew Daryl has always been a boobs guy.

I arch my back attempting yet again to rub against him to create some form of friction to relieve some of the tension building between my legs, which only causes him to grab my waist and pin me down. A sound of disapproval leaves my lips, only to feel his grip tighten and a growl form in the back of his throat.

I'd never in my life dreamed of wanting someone like this, not to mind Daryl like this. Angry, possessive, dominant. I hadn't realized until now how amazing it feels to be submissive. Normally I never listened to anyone, or took orders from anyone, it just wasn't something I did.

But this, this was different. I was all Daryl's tonight, he wanted to show me how much I meant to him - I wasn't sure if fucking me into the year 3000 counts as showing me how much I meant to him but I wasn't going to tell him to stop.