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Another Morning to Take for Granted

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While on watch in the guard tower Maggie, Glenn, and Daryl decide to make the most of their limited time alone. It's just what the doctor's daughter ordered!

Notes:

Thank you to the wonderful, fantastic, amazing, (and more) @Tillthewheelsfalloff on AO3 for beta reading this fic! I've read your fics over the years and took your works as an inspiration for my writing. It's really cool to be able to call you a friend now. Everyone, please give Tilly some love!

Gifted to the lovely Mrow because she's always asking for more Daryl/Glenn so here you go! With some bonus Maggie ;)

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Maggie is lying on her back, surrounded by blankets, pillows, and strewn about clothes. Glenn kneels at her right side while she firmly strokes his aching cock root to tip at a leisurely pace. Daryl kneels at her left, hands tied behind his back and trembling under her touch as she massages his heavy hanging balls. She squeezes them, and he inhales sharply, thigh muscles tensing and arms straining against the binds. His head is bowed with his mouth parted in awe. 

God, Glenn wants to kiss him , so he does. He leans over Maggie and captures Daryl’s lips, earning him a soft moan. Daryl bites Glenn’s lower lip before thrusting his tongue inside. They dance with each other. Their routine is practiced but no less exciting. Heat stirs within Glenn’s gut, leaving him desperate for more. 

More sloppy kisses, more tender touches, more fleeting moments. More, more, more!  

Daryl’s nose smooshes against Glenn’s cheek as Glenn tilts his head to deepen the kiss. If Glenn’s hands weren’t tied behind his back, he’d pull Daryl close and thread his fingers into the hair along the nape of Daryl’s neck. Unable to help himself, Glenn’s hips move on their own, fucking Maggie’s fist. She stops and lets him do all the work while she lets her muscles rest. Her other hand moves from Daryl’s balls to his ass. A loud smack rings out, and Glenn swallows Daryl’s moan. Overwhelmed, Daryl breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against Glenn’s. Daryl’s eyes screw shut. His teeth dig into his bruised lips as he tries to keep the pleasure building in his stomach at bay. Glenn can’t help but grin at the sight. He kisses Daryl’s cheek, then his nose, before capturing his lips again. 

Their kiss is broken by Maggie’s tongue swirling around the underside of their cocks. She flicks her tongue into a point to outline the largest vein of Daryl’s thick uncut cock before moving to trace the head of Glenn’s slimmer but longer one. Now, tip to tip as Maggie rubs them against each other, Glenn and Daryl pant against each other’s lips. Her strokes are faster now, and her tongue moves back and forth between them. Each down-stroke separates them for a moment and each stroke toward their cock-heads smashes them together again. Sparks of pleasure erupt from their point of contact. 

“Maggie, please,” Glenn pleads. Sweat drips down his back. The air is cool against his feverish skin. Goosebumps rise over his arms and legs from her hot breath against his glistening tip. Her green eyes gaze up at him with a glimmer of mischief. She smiles and maintains eye contact with him while she collects the bead of cum leaking from Daryl’s tip. 

“Jesus,” Glenn mutters, forcing himself to look away and out the window of the guard tower. Based on the sun creeping through the trees, they only have an hour or so left of their shift. Knowing Maggie, she’ll make every second count and continue teasing them until Rick’s boots hit the first step of the stairs. 

Slurping sounds lure him back to watch her take turns sucking on their cockheads. The brief moment of pure bliss, when her lips stretch around his dick and her hot, wet mouth teases his slit makes his eyes roll back and toes curl. His knees ache, but his dick aches worse. Her back and forth brings him to the edge, but she always pulls away to switch to Daryl at the worst time. Glenn’s legs won’t stop trembling. His balls are tight, begging for release. Daryl somehow looks more desperate than him, though he’s stayed strong, refusing to beg; though, the whines escaping him hide nothing. He’s putty in their master’s hands too. Maggie pulls off of Glenn with a wet pop and licks her lips. She sticks her tongue out, bracing Glenn and Daryl on each side to thrust against the tongue acting as a barrier between them.

“M’ close,” Daryl whines. 

Panting, Maggie says, “Not yet.”

Tears threaten to spring in Glenn’s eyes. He doesn’t know how much more he can take! “M-Maggie!”

Scooting closer to him, she takes his balls into her mouth to lap at his ridges and perineum while stroking only the underside of his head. Fingers tightening, Glenn balls his hands into fists and tries to focus on his breathing. The rope burns his skin from the strain, marking him for everyone to know, as if the hickeys littering his chest and neck weren’t enough. 

“O-h fuck! Oh, fuck! I’m-I’m!” Glenn can barely think, let alone speak. He struggles to keep his eyes open, but Daryl’s flushed face is one he wants to remember. He does everything he can to memorize the damp strands of hair clinging to the older man’s forehead and his pink puffy nipples standing in attention. The tendons in Daryl’s neck strain as the older man bares his teeth. Daryl’s eyes widen and roll backward as he mindlessly thrusts his hips. 

“Now!” Maggie commands, stroking both men through their orgasms. Glenn hunches forward as if he was punched in the gut. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, painting Maggie’s chest and neck. As she polishes their heads, their cum gets trapped in the webbing of her fingers. She pays it no mind though. Daryl will lick each digit clean later. 

Shaking his hair out like a wild dog, Daryl takes a deep breath and grins, unable to keep the smile off his face. His blue-gray eyes light up the room as the sun creeps in, casting shadows over the room. Maggie’s curves are highlighted in an orange hue. A goddess among men indeed. 

“Good boys,” Maggie purrs. “Now, why don’t you two clean up your mess.”

Leaning down, Daryl licks a long stripe of cum off of her collarbone. He swallows with a low groan and licks his lips, hungry for more. A drop of seed landed on her brown inverted nipple. Daryl flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. As he sucks, the bud stiffens, and Maggie threads her fingers into his hair to hold him there, breathing more erratically. Her hazy gaze meets Glenn’s, and he captures her lips, tasting the mix of their seed on her tongue. He moves to suck on her other nipple and gently bumps heads with Daryl who moves to make room for him. 

Shit, ” Maggie whispers. The shuttering rise and fall of her chest gives away just how much their attention is affecting her. Glenn pulls away to admire the hickey he left only to gasp at the slick collecting between Maggie’s thighs. The sheets are dripping with her desire. He can smell her sex in the air. It's enough to make his softening cock twitch. 

Daryl lifts his head, winking at Glenn with Maggie’s nipple still between his teeth as he reveals the loose binds in his hands. In a flash, Daryl has Maggie pinned. He traps her legs between his, sitting on her thighs, and holds her hands above her head. Before she can protest, he silences her with a ravenous kiss. While the two battle for dominance, Glenn moves to kneel behind Maggie’s head to hold her hands down with the weight of his knees on her open palms.  

Bastards ,” she moans as Daryl’s calloused fingers spread her slick folds.

“So wet for me,” Daryl growls. His teeth dig into her neck, claiming her while he takes her apart piece by piece. “Why don’t you suck our boy clean, huh?” he mocks, repeating the command she always gives him after Glenn cums. It’s torture to have his over-sensitive head toyed with so soon after an orgasm, but goddamn, if Daryl didn’t make it sound like the hottest thing he’s ever heard. 

Glenn hovers over Maggie, making her crane her neck to suck on his tip. Shivering, Glenn spreads his legs further. “Daryl,” he strains against the binds, “untie me.”

Tutting, Daryl’s eyes roam over him. “Dunno. Kinda like you lookin’ like prey.”

“Shut up!” Glenn’s ears heat. “Maggie, untie me.”

She releases his cock with a groan. “Since when do I take orders from you?” 

Eye twitching, he grits his teeth and says, “ Please.

Maggie smirks at Daryl while he continues to fondle her breast with one hand and rub her clit with the other. “What do you think? Does he deserve it?”

“Naw,” Daryl huffs, “but knowing you, you’ll do it anyway. He’s got them doe eyes ya can’t resist.”

“I can’t help that I’m handsome!”

Chuckling, Maggie motions for him to sit on her chest so she can untie the knot. Once positioned, Maggie pushes him down with a palm on his back, forcing him to present his ass as they sixty-nine with Daryl still sitting on her thighs, toward her knees. 

“Wha-” his question is cut off into a moan as she licks a long stripe from his perineum to his tight hole. While kitten-licking the rim, Maggie smacks his plump ass cheeks. A pretty pink handprint is left behind. She does it again and again, admiring the way his hole flutters against her tongue from each smack. Glenn shutters and struggles to loosen the binding. “You assholes!”

Daryl snorts and taps his dick against Glenn’s cheek. “Get this wet for me, sweetheart.”

Growling, Glenn presses his lips together. Daryl raises an eyebrow and cups Glenn’s chin, forcing his lips to pucker from his cheeks being squeezed. 

“Open up,” Daryl commands. “I ain’t askin’ again.”

Glaring, Glenn sticks his tongue out. Daryl takes the opportunity to shove his dick inside. Glenn can’t stop himself from groaning at the taste. No matter how many times he sucks Daryl’s cock, the stretch from his weight and girth drives Glenn crazy. His musk is natural–Earthy and salty whereas Maggie’s is more bitter with a hint of sweetness. Tender fingers comb his hair away from his eyes. Glenn bobs his head, making sure to take every inch until his nose is in Daryl’s wild pubes. They tickle, causing him to pull back. A line of drool swings from the corner of his mouth but he pays it no mind. 

“Spit on ‘er for me.” Daryl taps his cockhead against Maggie’s clit. Her legs jerk at the motion but Daryl has her firmly pinned underneath him. 

Glenn nods and does as he’s told. Afterward, he bites his lip, watching in awe as Daryl positions himself to rock his hips against her clit. Each thrust causes high-pitched, breathy moans to tumble from Maggie’s lips. Grunting, Daryl presses his thumb over the head of his cock to keep it in line. Glenn has a front-row seat to the action, and god, does he love it! Desperate to taste them, Glenn strains his neck and sticks his tongue out, lapping at their juices. He hums in delight. Each time Daryl thrusts forward, Glenn swipes at his head and each time he retreats, Glenn gets to do the same to Maggie. 

“Just like that, baby,” Maggie praises. Her thumb smears spit along his pucker, waiting for him to loosen enough to stick a finger or two in. His cock is trapped under him, nestled between her soft breasts. He rocks against her, trying to match Daryl’s pace, but the older man is lost in the motions, barely able to keep any rhythm. 

“You ready for a finger?” she asks breathlessly. 

Nodding vigorously, Glenn is too far gone to feel ashamed for begging. “Yes! God, please!

A moment later, the pressure on his hole builds until it breaks through the first ring of muscles. He closes his eyes and nuzzles Maggie’s rounding belly as he tries to breathe through it. Maggie’s hand on his back starts to move, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” she whispers then kisses his ass cheek.

Daryl’s hand lays to rest on Glenn’s nape to play with the hairs there and massage his aching muscles. Glenn melts under their touches. His hole finally loosens enough for the stretch to stop burning. Maggie starts slowly fucking in and out. Glenn’s breath catches in his chest as she brushes against his sweet spot. The hand on his back retreats to apply pressure to his perineum, stimulating his prostate internally and externally. Mindlessly moaning, Glenn drools onto Maggie’s stomach. He isn’t sure which sensation to chase after, the pressure on his dick or in his ass. 

Glenn can tell Maggie is close because her abs start to tremble. He bites her love handle as she picks up the pace. Daryl squeezes her folds over the head of his dick, amplifying the pressure against Maggie’s clit. A string of curses slip past her lips, and her nails dig into the tender flesh of Glenn’s ass. When she cums, her body turns to jelly. Her fingers still for a moment inside him, before picking up speed again. Her direct hits have his poor cock leaking all over her. Sparks burst behind his eyelids as he cums for a second time. Daryl follows suit a few thrusts later with a drawn-out groan. 

Daryl chuckles, grinning like an idiot. “Came so hard my ears popped.”

“Been there,” Maggie adds with a toothy smile of her own. 

Glenn responds with an incoherent noise of agreement. Daryl plants a kiss to the top of Glenn’s head before standing to pour water over his rag to clean up. He tosses his shirt back on and slips into his jeans, but leaves them unzipped for his softening dick to hang out. What a sight. If sleep wasn’t threatening to pull Glenn under, he might’ve said something stupid to make the older man blush. 

“Alright.” Maggie taps his thigh. “Get up. You’re too heavy.”

Mustering what little energy he has left, Glenn rolls to the side to stare up at the ceiling. The cool air on his cum covered dick makes him shrivel slightly. Closing his eyes, he lazily motions for the rag. A second later, something damp hits him in the face.

“Awe, dude!” Glenn sits up. “What the hell?” 

He wipes his face on his shoulder and glares at his partner. Flicking his lighter to life, Daryl ignites the end of his cigarette and blows smoke his way. It's the closest to blowing a kiss he’ll ever receive from the man.

“Play nice boys.”

Sighing, Glenn cleans Maggie first. He takes his time, leisurely caressing and kissing her while he runs the rag over her curves. She shivers under his attention and goosebumps rise. Her thumb traces the outline of his cheekbone. He leans into her touch before kissing her wrist. 

“Here,” she takes the rag, “let me.” 

After cleaning him with the same care, Glenn slips into his clothes and hands Maggie hers. 

With the sun now blazing in full glory, it won’t be long until the heat catches up. Barefoot and squinting away from the bright rays, Glenn meets Daryl out by the railing. He claps Daryl on the shoulder, causing the older man to tilt his head at him. Glenn trails his hand down to wrap his arms around Daryl’s waist. Public affection is rare with Daryl, but not unheard of. He’s much more susceptible in his post-orgasm bliss. Glenn rests his cheek on Daryl’s shoulder and contently hums, happy to let the silence linger while Daryl finishes his smoke. Daryl rests his hand over Glenn’s and laces their fingers together.

“I’ll finish up our shift. Take Maggie back inside an’ get her somethin’ to eat before y’all pass out.”

“Want me to bring you up something?”

“Nah.” Daryl puts his bud out on the railing. 

Glenn takes it as his cue to give him space and unravels himself from their embrace. After sex, Daryl likes to participate in aftercare, but he’s distant like he’s not sure where he fits in. They’ve discussed it but at this point, it seems the only way to fix the issue is to let actions speak louder than words. Daryl is an integral part of their relationship and dynamic. Glenn and Maggie might’ve started dating first, but Daryl matters just as much. 

“I’ll bring you something anyway. If you don’t want it, you can give it to whoever relieves your shift.”

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“Handsome? Charming? Smart and funny?”

“A pain in the ass!” Daryl snides, but then instantly regrets his phrasing.

Unable to contain his laughter, Glenn clutches his stomach and leans into Daryl’s side.

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