Daryl Dixon

The people in Alexandria are celebrating after having found abundant amounts of food and drinks, everyone is invited, including Daryl.

After a long time negotiating, Rick and Carl managed to drag Daryl to the celebration. Reluctantly, Daryl agreed to go.

Daryl Dixon was dangerous. It was a sin that I'm willing to commit. I want to be punished for my sin, no, I want him to punish me...

You knew he'll be there so you prepared. Dressed in a short, tight dress that barely covered your buttocks, you left your room to go greet the guests (since the party is at your house).

-Gnight...- His harsh masculine voice sounded behind you. He looked at you up and down, admiring her body. -I wouldn't recommend going down like that, they've had a couple of drinks and...y'know.-

You ingored that and acted innocent. Daryl moves his neck from side to side, letting it be known that he is in pain. That gives you an idea and an excuse to have him alone in your room. -Mr Dixon, would you like a massage? You look pretty tense..- before daryl could protest she interumpted -I'm good at that.-

and other things

-nah, that's not right- Daryl refused a few more times.

god, he's stuborn

Finally you convinced him and inmediatly dragged him into your room, locking him in. You started massaging his shoulders...he starts relaxing at the massage, little whimpers coming out from his mouth as your hands go to where it hurts the most. You couldn't take it anymore and just leaned in and kissed his earlobe and neck suggestivly.

-you can't do this...- he said -why aren't you pulling back then...- you said and with a little chuckle he leaned his head back giving you more access to his neck.