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stolen work! pls read!

hi guys!! i know that there’s THOUSANDS of things posted on here daily, so you think it’s super easy to steal someone else’s work without anyone noticing, but people will notice!

@/sleepyamelia is stealing fics from multiple fandoms, including from her fellow twd writers!! so if you write for rick or daryl, i highly suggest you check her account and make sure nothing is stolen from you, and if it is, make it known!!!

i attached an example of a COD fic that she stole almost word for word and turned into a twd fic.

writers stay safe! and amelia, if you see this. you may as well delete and come up with some original ideas, or at least credit those you’ve stolen from that have more creativity than you do.

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Homelanders milk :3

GUYS WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!!!!???! I’ll write it but idk what the req means AT ALL

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CALLING ALL PPL THIRSTY FOR LOGAN AND/OR WADE!!! Send me ur requests!! Anything from pure fluff to nasty ass smut! 😮🫵🏻

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In This Together

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X reader

Summary: Daryl was your father’s best friend before the outbreak so when you were left stranded in the beginning he felt compelled to take you in. Daryl always knew that you had a little crush on him as well and he’s always teasing you about it too. However, he’d never actually act on his mutual attraction…right?

The Georgia heat was unbearable today, sweat trickling down your back as you tried to focus on sorting the cans of food you'd scavenged. The small shack in the woods offered little respite from the sun, but it was home now, shared with the man who’d taken you in when the world went to hell.

Daryl Dixon, your father's best friend. Before the outbreak, you remembered him as the gruff man who'd occasionally come by the house, always with a story to tell or some wild game to share. Now, he was more than that—your protector, your confidant, and, most confusingly, the object of a crush you couldn't shake.

"Y'gotta check the dates on those, girl. Can't be eatin' no expired crap," Daryl's voice drawled from behind you, snapping you out of your reverie.

You turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, crossbow slung over his shoulder, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. His presence was both comforting and unnerving, his rugged looks and rough edges only adding fuel to your already smoldering feelings.

"I know, I know," you mumbled, cheeks flushing as you avoided his gaze.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Awful red there, girl. Thinkin' 'bout somethin'?"

You knew he was teasing you. He always did. He seemed to take some perverse pleasure in your shyness, in the way his jabs and taunts could make you blush furiously. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something that told you he wasn't entirely indifferent.

"Just the heat," you lied, going back to your task, fingers fumbling with the labels on the cans.

Daryl moved closer, his shadow falling over you as he crouched down. "Uh-huh," he said, clearly unconvinced. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "Heat can do funny things to a person."

Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest. His proximity was intoxicating, the scent of the woods and sweat mingling in a way that made your head spin. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. There was a softness there, a vulnerability that you rarely saw in him.

"Daryl..." you whispered, unsure of what you wanted to say.

He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Yeah, girl?"

Your pulse quickened, the air between you charged with a tension that had been building for months. "Why do you always tease me?"

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. For a moment, you thought he might laugh it off, make another joke at your expense. But instead, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Guess I like seein' you flustered," he admitted, his voice low. "Makes me feel... somethin'."

You frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

He looked away, as if struggling with his words. "Ain't been easy, y'know? This life. Losing people. Thought I could keep things simple with you. But it ain't simple, is it?"

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his voice. "No, it's not," you agreed softly.

He met your gaze again, and this time, there was no mistaking the emotion in his eyes. "Damn it, girl. I didn't wanna do this. Didn't wanna make things harder for you."

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "You haven't, Daryl. If anything, you've made it bearable."

He chuckled, but it was a bitter sound. "Ain't sure 'bout that."

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "I care about you, Daryl. More than just... more than just a friend."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, he cupped your face in his hands, his rough thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "I know," he murmured. "I feel the same. Just didn't wanna mess things up."

Your heart soared at his words, a mixture of relief and happiness flooding your veins. "You won't," you promised, your voice trembling.

He leaned in, his lips inches from yours. "Better not," he whispered before closing the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, as if he was afraid this moment might be snatched away.

You melted into him, all the pent-up longing and desire spilling over as you kissed him back, hands tangling in his hair. The world around you faded, and for the first time since the outbreak, you felt truly alive.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and dazed, Daryl rested his forehead against yours. "Guess we're in this together now, huh?"

You smiled, a genuine, hopeful smile. "Yeah. Together."

And for once, in the midst of all the chaos and uncertainty, you believed it.

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Emphasis on the last one

i need a cowboy deadpool fic

a lady deadpool fic

and a deadpool and wolverine threesome fic🤷🏾‍♀️(preferably during the car scene)

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He’s so bad but he’s so hot 😟

I miss his S1 hair 😿

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I need a man to boss me around like that. (Nah actually it would have to be Rick Grimes cause I don’t take that shit from just anyone)

the way rick just inevitably becomes the leader wherever he is, is SO sexy

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Hey, just so you know, Garma-mom is actually racist and openly says the N-Word, going as far as to refer to Michonne as one. They're also extremely lgbt-phobic. If you search Garma-mom you can find the post by Guzma-hates-CGL. They interacted with one of your posts recently.

Thank you sm for letting me know genuinely! I do not want to be associated with this. Blocked immediately

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Can I request a Negan x Ricks daughter reader over 18 obviously lol! That's it, you can do anything with it, thanks!!

Y’all have no idea how much I love this trope. I included some smut at the end so minors beware

You and Negan always had something. It started off as flirtatious comments from his end and bright red blushes from yours. Those were back in the days where you had to be subtle about whatever the hell this thing was…

Now here you sit, arms crossed standing in front of Daryl and Gabriel as they try to reason with you.

Daryl is more brash in his approach, he was your fathers best friend, after all.

“How in the hell would your father feel about this if he was still around?”, he’d question, a scowl adorning his features.

Gabriel sighs, “I can see where you’re coming from and believe me I agree with you but she’s not going to listen if you scold her like a child”, he whisper-yells to Daryl.

The both of them are met with a look of dissatisfaction, “My father and Carl (you emphasize his name, reminding the two others of your beloved brother) believed in second chances, if they didn’t why else would Negan still be here? Dad would want me to be happy”, you seethe out. Daryl swears under his breath and Gabe shakes his head as you stomp off.

Your feet carry you to the steps outside the house where Negan is held. You sit there, head in hands debating whether or not to go inside.

“What’s got ya so stressed, darlin’?”, a smooth voice calls out that you immediately recognize as Negan’s.

“I feel like the shittiest person in the whole damn world”

“Yikes, why don’cha come on down here and talk about it?”, Negan suggests.

You shrug and make your way down the stairs, plopping down cross-legged in front of the cell with a sigh. “Everyone treats me like I’m the worst daughter in the world for being with you”, you admit.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t be too happy that I’m screwing your brains out…but what in the hell does it matter? At the end of the day he’d want you to be happy, sweet cheeks!”

“Holy shit you can’t take anything seriously, can you?”

Negan smirks, “Why don’t you come on in here and find out?”

A bright red blush covers your face as you unlock the cell and scoot in. You plant your knees on both sides of Negan’s body and leave a soft kiss on his stubbly cheek. Reaching your hand down south you grab at his growing erection through his jeans.

“None of that. I’m trying to make you feel better darlin”, he declares as he flips the both of you over, now hovering over you.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and he connects your lips. The kiss is short but passionate as he departs from your lips and starts his assault on your neck. You wiggle underneath him, attempting to remove your pants.

“Someone’s eager”, Negan gushes before carefully pulling your jeans and panties down in one swift motion. He swipes a finger through your folds and nearly melts at your evident excitement.

You whine at the contact, bucking up into the touch.

“Don’t worry girly, daddy’s gonna take good care of ya”, Negan whispers into your ear, his stubble tickling you.

“Oh ya?”, you quirk a brow at his statement but almost immediately fold as he inserts a finger inside of you.

“Mhm, ya”, he replies cheekily, adding a second finger. His head sinks down to meet his fingers and your walls tighten around him as he connects his lips to your sensitive bud.

His mind is completely still. His head is completely focused on the taste of you and the sound of your desperation.

He grinds down against the hard floor, attempting to satisfy the fire burning in his lower belly.

Meanwhile, Negan’s tongue is drawing precise circles on your clit as his fingers eagerly massage and scissor your gummy walls.

He wraps his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks, his fingers matching the intensity. Your vision is fogged with white as your release hits you.

Negan hums in satisfaction and helps you back into your clothes before wrapping his arm around you.

“I’m guessing you don’t need me to return the favor huh?”, you tease, noticing the prominent wet spot on his jeans.

“Oh shut up.”

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Hiiii I just read your Daryl fox and omfg I’m frothing at the mouth. HOLY HELL. Anyway I was wondering if you could write another age gap Daryl fic. Maybe this time younger reader has a (very obvious) crush on Dixon. He likes to tease reader and make her blush/ flustered…maybe it eventually leads to some really degrading sex. SORRY I’m so thirsty for this man

Not So Secret.

Modern! Neighbor! Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: please don't apologize for being thirsty for him, because if you're thirsty then i'm downright DEHYDRATED for him :'3 i'm so in love with him!!! like!!! nasty yucky old man!!! who fucks so good and loves younger girls!!! need him fr!! this isn't super plot heavy, sorry for that! hope you like it @dilfismz <3

Tags: age gap (18-19 ish and mid-forties), dub-con, a bit of degradation, public sex, slight name calling, p in v, fingering, overstim

Wordcount: 1k

You must have thought you were so sneaky. That, or you must have thought Daryl was blind. He would have to be to not notice how you stared at him. How you were always conveniently outside in your yard when he was leaving for work was not lost on him. He knew exactly what you were doing when you left your bedroom curtains wide open when you got changed. 

It was cute, in a way, but it also pissed him off a little that you were brave enough to do all of that, but not enough to talk to him. You were such a skittish little thing, such a tease. 

His breaking point came when you decided to leave your windows and curtains open one night, giving him the opportunity to listen to your moans when you slipped your hands under your panties and played with yourself.  He took it upon himself to approach you about your little schemes, ready to get you out of that shell of yours. 

The next day was one of the rare ones where he got home from work at the same time that you came home from classes at the local college. Daryl shifted off of his motorcycle once he parked, leaning against it while he waited for you to get out of your car. Once you did, he crossed over the invisible like that separated the two front yards, clearing his throat to get your attention.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. "You're off early, Mr. Dixon," you noted, scanning over his well-worn clothes, stains from dirt, oil, and who knows what else marked over them. He may have looked grimy to others, but to you, he looked his best after work.

"Daryl," he corrected, "and yeah, didn't have much to do today. Actually, I need to talk to you." He pocketed his hands, eyes lazily trailing over your body.

"Oh? About what?" You shifted on your feet, feeling warm at the feeling of his prying gaze. 

"Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?" His tone wasn't rough or aggressive, simply questioning.

You were taken aback, unsure of what to say. "What?"

"Do you think that I can't tell you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose? I might be old, but I'm not blind, girl." 

"D—doing what? I don't mean to," you said, knowing that's exactly what you were trying to do.

"Don't play dumb," he warned, stepping into your yard and leaning his face close to yours. "One look at you tells me y'know what you're doing. Shame on you, leading a guy on 'n lying right in his face." His handed ghosted one of your hips, just barely passing over it. "Little tease," he said with a scoff, seeing your face twist in embarrassment. 

"I'm not!" You leaned into his touch, urging him to keep his hand anchored on your hip. "I'm just— just nervous, you know?"

"I make you nervous?" Daryl's hands continued to travel your body, landing on your ass to pull you closer to him. "Good. That'll make this more fun." 

The hot metal of your car's hood stung your back slightly, but the sting was overpowered by the feeling of finger's curling into you. It made up for the hot discomfort. The humiliation that came with being fucked in public, however, was hard for you to get over. Daryl's other hand was used to cover your mouth, muffling your whines.

"You must want to get caught," he said, eyebrows knitted together. "You're so damn loud, the whole neighborhood could  hear you if I moved my hand." 

Daryl scissored your hole open further, spreading his fingers that fit comfortably inside. He was nice enough to prep you, but cruel enough to overstimulate you. You had already creamed around his fingers twice, just for the power trip it gave him. Evil bastard. 

He could feel you start to squeeze around his fingers again, but this time he pulled them out, stealing your orgasm away from you. His satisfied smirk taunted you. 

"Why did you stop?" you asked once he finally moved his hand from your mouth. "I was almost there, so close!"

"Wow, do you really need to cum again?" Daryl undid his belt buckle, chuckling dryly. "You're a needy thing. Like a damn whore, jus' wanting more 'n more from me." 

He pinched your clit softly, wanting to hear you squeak again. 

"You're so mean," you whined, shutting your legs together to stop him from pinching your sensitive bud again. 

Daryl let his eyes roll at your dramatics, pulling you to the edge of the car's hood by your hips. He grunted and pushed his length into you roughly, stretching out your walls. You bit back a moan, not wanting to alert anyone to what was happening. When you felt his cock finally enter all the way in, knocking against your sore g-spot, you leaned your head back on the car's windshield for stability. 

He was ruthless with his pace, he was far too pent up to take it slow with you. 

"Been waitin' so long for this," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Missed having pussy like this."

He gripped his hands into your hips, fingers digging into them while he pulled you back and  forth by them, slamming into you harshly. Slick coated the insides of your thighs and dripped onto the hood of your car every time he pulled out, slowly leaking out of you like a faucet.

"You were jus' what I needed, a sweet, stupid little doll," he said, sharply inhaling. 

You clamped tightly over him for a final time, sucking him in deeper than he was used to. The flutter of your cunt sent Daryl over the edge, milking him for all he was worth. 

He pulled out, running his eyes over how swollen and full he had left you. A small prideful feeling lit in his chest. He still had it in him, fucking was still his specialty. 

"Wait, where are you going?" you huffed, seeing him tuck his dick back into his pants. Before you could protest any further, you felt him pull you up and drag you by the hand.

"I'm not done with you, girl. It's getting too dark out to see. My house or yours?"

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How TWD characters would react to you being chosen during the lineup

(Oopsie this is sad)

Rick's breath caught as Negan’s bat landed on you. His heart shattered, pain flooding his eyes. "No," he whispered, his voice breaking. Every instinct screamed to protect you, but he was powerless, forced to watch as the brutal act unfolded. Tears streamed down his face, rage bubbling beneath his grief. He locked eyes with you, a silent promise of vengeance. The moment felt eternal, your shared history flashing before him. As your life slipped away, Rick’s resolve hardened. In his heart, he vowed to make this right, to fight for your memory, to never let this horror be in vain.

Daryl's heart pounded as Negan’s bat pointed to you. His world shattered. "Get the hell away from her" he growled, struggling against the hands holding him back. Anguish twisted his face, tears threatening to fall. He wanted to fight, to protect you, but he was helpless. The first blow landed, and Daryl’s scream tore through the night. Each hit felt like it was breaking him instead. As your blood pooled, his rage surged. He locked eyes with you, memorizing every detail, every second. In that moment, Daryl was broken. He would honor your memory by ensuring Negan paid for this, no matter the cost.

Glenn's heart stopped when Negan’s bat pointed at you. "No, please," he begged, desperation choking his voice. His eyes filled with terror and helplessness. He reached out instinctively, restrained by rough hands. The first strike landed, and his scream pierced the air. Each blow felt like it was tearing his own soul apart. Tears streamed down his face as he watched, powerless. Your gaze met his, full of love and sorrow. In your final moments, Glenn’s world crumbled. He clung to your memory, vowing silently that your death would not be in vain. He would find a way to honor your life and fight on, carrying your love in his heart.

Carl’s blood ran cold as Negan’s bat swung toward you. "Please, God no!" he shouted, lunging forward, only to be held back. His single eye widened in horror, tears blurring his vision. Each brutal hit felt like it was striking his own heart. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice breaking. Rage and grief warred within him, but he was helpless. As your life ebbed away, Carl locked eyes with you, memorizing your face. He felt a fierce determination ignite. This loss would fuel his fight, strengthen his resolve. In that devastating moment, Carl promised to honor you, to become stronger, and to ensure your death was not in vain.

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You mean the plot isn’t his cute flat ass?

how am i meant to concentrate on the plot when the main character looks like this

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Don’t be a Stranger

Summary: You and Rick met in Atlanta while you were out with Glenn. Both of you ended up saving him and the handsome officer caught your eye. However, he becomes a forbidden fruit once you return to camp and find out Lori is actually his wife.

Warning: hurt/comfort, not the kinda comfort reader is hoping for, angst

A/n: How Glenn and reader met Rick isn’t 100% cannon in comparison to the events of TWD.

The chaotic streets of Atlanta seemed never-ending, a labyrinth of death and despair. Yet, amidst the horrors, you found an unlikely partner in Glenn. His knack for survival paired with a sense of humor kept you grounded. The two of you navigated the city, scavenging for supplies and scouting for any signs of life. It was on one of these ventures that you first met him. Rick Grimes.

A desperate cry echoed through the empty streets, cutting through the eerie silence. Glenn's eyes widened as he heard the voice.

"Cmon," he muttered, urgency creeping into his tone.

Before you could process the name, Glenn sprinted towards the source. You followed, heart pounding, your makeshift weapon gripped tightly in your hand. Turning a corner, you saw him. A man in a sheriff's uniform, surrounded by a horde of walkers. His movements were precise, calculated, but the odds were against him. Without hesitation, you and Glenn dove into the fray, taking down walkers with swift, determined strikes.

Together, you managed to clear a path, giving the man a chance to catch his breath. He looked at you both, gratitude and exhaustion evident in his piercing blue eyes.

"Thank you," he said, voice rough but sincere. "I owe you my life."

You survey the handsome man. His sharp jawline handsomely framed with 5 o’clock shadow does not go unnoticed as you smirk, “The only thing you owe me is your name”.

“Rick Grimes”

‘Rick Grimes’, you replay the name over and over in your head, ogling the God-like man.

“I’m Glenn and my star struck friend over here is Y/N”, Glenn butts in, all while nudging your side.

You roll your eyes and walk ahead both of the men, swaying your hips. “Well, Rick Grimes, I suggest you follow us if you wanna live”, you say in a teasing tone.

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Rick (or ‘Officer Friendly’ as he’d called himself recently) was not expecting the chaos that would emit within the first few hours of meeting you. He had not only handcuffed the raging lunatic of your group, Merle to a roof. He had also walked through Atlanta covered in Walker guts.

Nonetheless you, Rick, Glenn, Jacque, Morales, and Andrea all made your way back to camp. This is where you discovered that Rick was the same man Lori, one of your campmates, had been waiting for. The reunion was bittersweet. You watched from the sidelines as Lori and Rick embraced, tears streaming down her face, their son Carl clinging to his father's side.

You should have felt happy for them. And you did, to an extent. But a pang of something else twisted in your chest whenever you saw them together.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself drawn to Rick despite the unspoken boundaries. His presence was magnetic. He was a natural leader, his determination and compassion shining through even in the darkest moments. You admired him, respected him, and, against your better judgment, you began to care for him deeply.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the camp, you found yourself alone with Rick. The two of you were on watch duty, scanning the perimeter for any signs of danger.

"How are you holding up…I feel like you’ve been quiet lately" he asked, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

You glanced at him, the setting sun casting shadows across his rugged features. "I manage," you replied vaguely, trying to keep your tone light. "It's all we can do."

He nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You did good out there in the big city. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you”.

Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment, but you forced a casual shrug. "Just doing what I had to. We all are."

Silence settled between you again, but it was charged with unspoken words. You could feel his gaze on you, and when you finally dared to meet his eyes, the intensity there made your breath hitch.

“You’ve been so distant the last few days. You were my first new friend in this crazy world. I know we just met but I miss our friendship”, Rick whispers out.

“Rick…”, you trail off, a tear threatening to spill out of your eyelids.

“What is it? Don’t be a stranger now, I’m here for ya”, he reassures, a hand resting on yours.

"Rick," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I—"

Before you could finish, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted. You turned to see Lori coming towards you, a soft smile on her face.

"Hey," she said, her presence a stark reminder of the lines you couldn't cross. "Carl wants to show you something, Rick."

Rick nodded, tearing his eyes away from you. "I'll be right there," he replied.

As he walked away, following Lori back to the camp, you felt a mix of relief and longing. You knew that whatever connection you felt with Rick had to remain unspoken, a forbidden fruit that you could never taste.

But in the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder what might have been if the world were different. If fate had dealt you a different hand, perhaps Rick Grimes would have been more than just a fleeting wish in a world gone mad.

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“Normalize naming your kid after something you love”

Okay! “Goodnight, S7 E1 Rick Grimes during the lineup when he’s whimpering at Negan with puppy dog eyes”

He’s so sad but he’s so hot 😃🙏

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Everyone’s cooked when Rick does the head tilt 🙏🙏

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When I was a kid I remember my parents would watch TWD while I was playing or whatever shit I did as a kid. I saw shirtless Rick on screen and I will never forget that I asked my father, “why does he have boobs?”

My man’s chest is bigger than mine 🥲

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