Happily Ever Aftermath

(Daryl's POV)

Things were going pretty well the past few weeks. Rick was back on his feet and with Lil' AssKicker all the time. He and Carl had a long, emotional talk about Lori, but Carl was a little man now. He resigned as leader so we could become a Grand Council like back at the farm. Axel and Oscar proved to be good additions to the group and they were earning their place by the day. Carol started talking to us again, and apparently, Glenn and Maggie were married now. We could've mustered up a ceremony, but I guess they didn't want that. The newlyweds were out on a run today and everyone knew they'd be on a little honeymoon, so they were going to be back a little late. Even with all the good resurfacing, she didn't seem too happy about anything.

Zayla had been royally pissed off for the last few days. When she's angry, it shows in her eyes or her tone, and I knew she was steaming because she had her hair in a ponytail just like when she's ready to fight. She tried to keep a nice tone for everyone, but if she didn't want to put up with anyone, she'd definitely let them know. I thought she was still upset about us loosing Sophia because the day she regained consciousness, she snapped on me for wasting time on saving her instead of looking for Sophia. Something was bugging her and for a minute, I thought she was just on her Lady Time and she just wanted to be left alone, but the way she looked at us made me think otherwise. She stared at the guys like they were the source of her problems and one day when I came in from working on the gate all morning, drenched in sweat, she ran away from me and went to one of her many hiding spots within the prison. Maybe she was on her men hiatus again.

When I came in from watch, Beth told me she just took a shower and was in her cell. Zayla's cell was on the other end of the catwalk near the kitchen, but I've been meaning for her to move into my cell. She could take the top bunk, but I just wanted her close to me so I could keep an eye on her, especially since she's been acting so weird lately.

Before I could make my way down the line of cells, I heard a quiet moan emit from my cell. Nobody, alive, was crazy enough to invade my personal space, but how the hell could a Walker get up here? I readied my knife before I charged in and saw something I'd never forget.

Zayla was laying in my bed no pants on, eyes closed tight in concentration, as her hips bucked into her fingers that were stuffed in her underwear. Her other hand clenched one of my shirts that was draped over her chest as she whimpered and rode her fingers. The softest sigh escaped her lips with my name tangled with it and I've never gotten hard quicker than when I heard that beautiful purr.

She was in here masturbating to the thought of me and the lightbulb clicked in my head. This is why she was acting so strange, she was horny. The men were walking around sweaty and shirtless half the time, which must have made her go crazy when she smelled that musk, and it's been months since our drunken party at the CDC. Not to mention, Glenn and Maggie have been banging each other's brains out damn near ever other night. People were like animals when it came to needs like this.

Her breathing hitched and she shuddered, her back arching her shaking hips up before she slowly brought them down and started to relax. Her eyes fluttered open and they locked on me not a second later, face still flushed and panting, she smiled innocently at me.

"H-Hi, cubby." Her voice was shaky as I towered over her.

Obviously she wanted me, but I realized that this was going to be the first time we'd have sex and actually be able to remember it on both ends. It should be special then, right? Romantic, passionate…slow. I didn't know how she liked having sex, but I was all for the rough stuff and honestly, I don't think I know how to be…gentle. First time for everything, I guess.

I leaned in for a kiss and she met me halfway, hers heated as opposed to mine. She pulled me on top of her and I kept my gentle pace going before she pulled away.

"What are you doing? You're being… easy...like I'm made of glass or somethin'."

"I'm always…like this…when I'm not drunk." I lied through my teeth with a straight face.

"Okay…well, I don't do soft-core. Never have, never will." She flipped us over so she was sitting on my lap. She had the sexiest grin on her face and I saw the lust dilating her eyes before she put her lips to my ear.

"My first time wasn't soft. Maybe that's why I love it rough." She bit my earlobe and I hissed, bucking my hips and making her giggle before she got off me and stood.

I got up and tried the soft kissing again, gently cupping her face and fighting back the urge to make my tongue the one in control. I had a pretty good feeling that Zayla's idea of rough and my idea of rough were on extremely different levels and I didn't want to hurt or scare her. I'd bite my tongue and ease into this.

I growled when she pushed me against the metal bars and her teeth grazed the top of my collarbone. She pulled away and put her hands on her hips, tauntingly, as her eyebrow cocked.

"Can't gimmie a good fuck with a clear head, eh? Guess I'll have to get it from someone else." That was it, the final straw. She wanted rough? Fine, I'll give her rough.

I grabbed her ass, pulling her into me and squeezed it, as she moaned in my ear and I attacked her neck with nips. I picked her up and her legs wrapped around me as I sat her on the sink and pulled her in for a dominating kiss. Her hands went to undo my pants while I grabbed at her top, but when she heard it rip, she pulled back.

"Dammit, Daryl! That was one of my favorite shirts!" She growled. She said she wanted rough.

The rip stopped at the top of her stomach and I tore it the rest of the way, throwing the destroyed material to the ground. I took her bottom lip between my teeth before she could say anything else. She had the same underwear set on from that night, long ago, and it turned me on even more. She pulled my vest off and clawed at my white tank. I don't know if she was trying to retaliate by ripping my shirt, but she was too weakened with lust to do any damage and I chuckled in her ear before pulling it off myself.

She already knew about my scars and in that moment, I wasn't ashamed of them. All I cared about was making her scream, making her mine. Her hands trailed my torso as my pants fell around my ankles and our tongues battled. I hooked her underwear in my finger, pulling away so I could take them off and then quickly reattaching our lips. She pulled me by my ass, closer to her soaking core and grinded against my aching cock. She pulled my boxers down and I tried to get to my pants to get the condom I stole from Glenn, but when she wrapped her legs around me again, the tip of me met her warm core and we moaned at the needed contact.

I braced my hands on either end of the sink as she pulled me in all the way, her nails digging into my shoulders in a painfully perfect way. The first few thrusts were slow to get me under control or else, it'd be over right then and there, but when I caught myself, I plunged into her, hard and fast just like I loved it. She was getting pleasure out of it too from the way she grabbed my hair and her cries of pure ecstasy echoed through our cell. I bit her neck cupped her full breast, still hidden by her bra, but bouncing from my force.

"F-fuck, Daryl!" She suddenly cried out and wrapped herself around me in a tight clasp.

She yanked my hair as I kept plowing through her high. She tried to trap her trembling legs around me tight enough so that I'd stop, or slow down at least, but I wasn't having it. I was addicted to her now: Her smell, her kisses, and that face of twisted passion that was only for me. I pulled her off the skink only to bend her over it and her shanking legs almost gave out, but I held her up my her hips and entered her again. Those beautiful cries of pleasure rang through the cell again as I resumed the same hard pace, never letting up and digging my nails into her flesh. I noticed the tattoo and my hand came down hard on the inked skin. She growled when I pulled her head back by a fistful of her hair and put my lips to her ear.

"Whose ass is this, huh?" I spanked her again and she yelped.

"Who do you belong to?"

"Fuck, Daryl I'm yours! I'm all yours baby! Do it again, please!" I happily obliged and my hand came down on her reddening ass again. I'd never make a woman beg for anything, especially if it gave her pleasure.

I growled at her confession; she was officially mine now.

She was almost ready to come undone again and I was close too. Though our moans, I could still hear a pair of feet coming towards us, but whoever saw us could go fuck themselves.

"Daryl did you-woah!" I heard Rick in the doorframe, but I didn't stop, I couldn't. Hell, I knew I wasn't going to.

If anything, his presence made me go harder and in a sick way, I was glad he was there. He could see me claiming her and spread the fucking word to everyone else. This was my woman, nobody else's.

I started to rub that sweet swollen nub between her legs and she gripped the skink harder as she bucked to meet my thrusts. I'm surprised the damn thing wasn't cracked my now.

"Jesus fucking- we're busy! GET OUT!" She yelled and Rick was gone in an instant, his face red and chuckling.

I started to laugh at her, but it was cut off by a moan mixed with a long grunt as I felt her clench and I came undone. Her body rocked with mine and she cried my name as I slowly milked the last of the adrenaline. We were both a sweaty panting mess, her legs twitching and my heart thumbing out of my chest, and I rested my upper half on her back. I kissed her shoulders between breaths as we calmed and gently tore from our now hypersensitive counterparts. We fell into bed and I instantly wrapped her in my arms. This felt normal, natural even.

The last time I held her this close, was the day she found out about the most fucked up part of my life. I shouldn't have yelled at her, I should've kept my head…I should've told her a long time ago. She was there when it started, but I kept her in the dark because of that pity factor…and because she would've flipped her shit. Knowing her, she would've gutted my old man or tried to make me runaway with her. She had a plan for the running away part, because she thought Merle was drugging me at one point, but she was doing it for me. She always sacrificed for me, always changed things for me and I just put her though shit she didn't deserve to go through. I'm going to make it up to her, she deserves it.

The realization of what just happened hit me like a bus. How could I be so stupid? The last thing we needed was another baby!

I turned to her, paling by the second, but dead serious eyes boring into hers.

"Don't worry, I'm baby proof." She tapped a spot on her arm and smiled.

We laid in silence for a bit, just basking in each other's embrace, but I broke the silence with a grunt.

"You ain't call me that since we was kids." She looked up at me with a smile.

"What, 'cubby'?"

"Yeah. What's it mean anyway?"

"When we were kids you reminded me of a black bear. You were curious, shy, playful with me of course, dangerous and you loved going swimming in the summer. Hence, cubby."

I wrinkled my nose.

"Weak ass bear cub. Don't you wanna change it?"

"Oh sure, how's about…SnugglesMcCutieFace?"

"No."

"Wait, that's actually cute!"

"No!"

It was bad enough I let Carol call me 'Pookie', but Zayla's name was worse!

I was about to pin her down and tickle her until she cried for trying to give me that fucked up pet name, but I heard clamoring coming from downstairs before I could do anything. She borrowed one of my shirts and we quickly re-dressed.

We ran into the common room, locked and loaded, only to find everyone else with their weapons trained on a woman heaving on the ground. She had dried Walker blood on her from the chest down and a red basket full of baby formula was next to her.

(Surprise! The long awaited, in depth, bow-chika-wow-wow between Daryl and Zayla! That was shameless smut at its finest. I'm a sexual deviant and so are all of you! X3)