Norman Reedus Imagines

Daryl Imagine

Summary; Daryl and Y/N share their sexual fantasies to one another

IMPORTANT! ⬇️

****Disclaimer; So, I got this request and I've been struggling to figure out exactly how to write this type of Imagine being as I haven't had experience with this or anything but I wanted to point out it is a BDSM imagine that regards 'rape play' or consensual; non consensual. If you do NOT feel comfortable reading these types of imagines, please do NOT read. As I've said before, I have never experienced this or anything which is why I am very hesitant to write these but the person who requested this gave me a definition and I am going off of that reference.
Please do not message me , cursing me out about this imagine or shaming me about this. If you feel uncomfortable with it, please do not read any further. Thank you! 💞

*Mature Content with slight bondage*

Daryl's POV

"Hey, Dixon!" I heard my douchebag of a boss, Harry, call out and I narrowly missed my head, slamming against the metal that rested above my head.
"Yeah?!" I glared over at him as he crouched down beside the car I was currently under.
"You're working over your clock out time, again!" He hollered over the loud buzzing of multiple machines running by the other workers. I sighed and simply nodded, rolling out from under the car and wiped my hands on the rag I kept in my back pocket.
Cheapskate asshole only reminded me because he hated paying me overtime.. Oh well, this just meant I got to get back to Y/N quicker.
I checked the time on my phone and saw I was only 40 minutes overtime and sighed. This job payed good money and the only downside was Harry. Clocking out, I hopped on my motorcycle and sped home.
I pulled into the small driveway of the house Y/N and I shared parked my bike before heading up to the house.
"Howdy, stranger." I heard the sweet voice of Y/N, smiling down at me from the top of the stairs while she leaned against the doorframe. I smirked at her as I walked up the stairs and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into a long needed kiss.
"How was work?" She asked, pulling away, but kept her arms around my neck.
"Shitty. Fuckin Harry caught me working overtime. Wouldn'tve cared if he didn't have to pay me." I rambled on before kissing her again, "what about you?"
"Same old, same old. I just missed you." She kissed me one last time and ran her hands up and down my bare arms, "You're just in time. I'm cooking dinner."
I followed closely behind her and didn't realize how hungry I was until the smell of whatever she was cooking hit my nose and my mouth started to water.
"Whatcha making?" I asked, reaching in the fridge for a cold beer, taking a sip as I walked up behind her while she cooked and wrapped gun arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest.
"Spaghetti with garlic bread." She smiled as I kissed her neck and groaned.
"Smells great." I tried to move my hand lower but she moved away,
"Noooope! It's time to eat. Go wash up, you're filthy." She laughed, swatting at me with the towel she had draped over her shoulder.
"Alright, alright. I ain't that dirty..." I mumbled, walking away to the sink to clean up some of the dirt and oil I had on my skin from work.

"I'll never get tired of that view." I heard Y/N giggle next to me as I chowed down on the spaghetti.