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[dirtydixonsgirl]

this is fucking AMAZING !!!!!!!!!!

“craving” - part 3 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)

part 1 and 2

pairing- (Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, oral (r!giving), reader being a sneaky lil slut… (drunk off sangria while posting so might not be proofread hehe) 2.6k wc

“Cute skirt,” you feel Shane’s hand graze your lower back as he squeezes between you and the countertop. Making his way to the fridge for another beer. “You uh, wear that just for us?”

You roll your eyes, biting back a smile while peeling what feels like the hundredth carrot of the afternoon.

He glances up, checking to make sure that your father is still deep in conversation with Rick, way over in the living room. And with a brand new, cold beer in his hand, he presses himself behind you, trapping you against the counter. His free hand coming up and brushing your hair out of the way, to leave a sweet kiss on your neck. You can’t help but smile, loving the way his lips feel on your skin. But you gasp when his hand comes down and squeezes your ass, under your skirt. Silently scolding him with your eyes, and stepping away from him. You’d already had a close call with Shane already. You didn’t need to be testing the waters any further.

He only chuckles and makes his way back to the living room, joining in on the conversation between Rick and your father. Something about the job that Deanna has put your dad in charge of. The construction team was doing another expansion, building more and more houses to fit all the newcomers.

Adding all the carrots to a bowl, you look up and notice Daryl making his way to the porch, slipping on his faded, leather jacket. A lighter and a pack of cigarettes in hand. Sweet. Just what you need.

He’s leaned up against the side of the house when you get finally get to him. Your bare feet in the cool grass, having only pulled on a cardigan to stay warm in the chilly fall air. He smiles when he sees you, a cheeky, no good, expression splayed on his handsome face.

“Think I could borrow one?” You ask, standing right in front of him, already reaching for the pack in his jacket pocket, before he mumbles a knowing, “Mhm.”

“Light?” You ask, cigarette held to your lips, waiting for him to light it. And he does. Bringing his hand up to block the wind, other one sparking the flame. You take a drag in and lean in as close as you can, letting the smoke tumble out of your soft lips, practically grazing his own. Mindlessly, his hand makes its way to your waist as you lean further into him. One hand on his chest, and the other holding the smoke.

“You can just never behave, can you?” He asks, already knowing what the answer will be.

“Nope.” You smile, tipping your head up and closing the gap between you, pressing your lips against his, hand coming up to the back of his neck to pull him in deeper. The smokes are quickly thrown to the concrete and forgotten. Pulling you against him and tangling his own hands in your hair. Tongues dancing over eachother, him tasting of beer and tobacco. You, of mint and lipgloss. The smell of him, that familiar concoction of smoke and leather, it’s intoxicating. Breathing heavy as you pull at his belt, getting ready to kneel for him, right there in your parents backyard.

“Wait-” his rough hand grabs your own, halting you from taking things any further. He’s breathing heavy too.

“We can’t.”

Immediately you groan. Annoyed and defeated.

Fucking hell. All of them. “we can’t”, “we shouldn’t”, “this is wrong”. It’s all you’d heard from the men for weeks. And while Rick and Shane were a little easier to seduce, breaking down enough to take care of you at least, Daryl had stayed relatively strong. The furthest you’d gotten was a rather heavy make out session in the truck. And he’d halted your hips the second you tried grinding down on him. Searching for any friction between the denim of his jeans and the lace of your panties that you craved so desperately, but he wouldn’t budge.

And now, when all you wanna do is wrap your pretty, glittery lips around his cock, he remains just a strong.

“Daryl, come on,” you whine, stealing another open mouthed kiss. Seemingly the only thing he didn’t feel the need to object. “Don’t you want me?”

“‘Course- fuck- of course I do.” He tugs you by the hair, facing his deep blue eyes. “I do.”

“Then why won’t you fuck me already?”

“We agreed-”

“Screw the agreement. Take me upstairs. Please. After supper, when my dad falls asleep on the couch. Take me upstairs and fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

He blinks slowly. Keeping his eyes shut for a second to compose himself. Thinking about all the things he’d love to do to you if he did decide to follow you up to your bedroom. White walls and pink sheets. Soft and sweet, just like you.

His tone is firm when he finally speaks.

“We’ve been over this, sweetheart. Not happening.”

Bummer.

You take the rejection with an understanding nod. Being sure to slowly rake your hands down his abdomen, under his jacket, and give him one last peck. Quickly running your thumb over his lips, wiping the evidence of your watermelon lipgloss off his mouth. You give him a coy smile over your shoulder when heading back inside.

Unaware of the way that Daryl wanted to physically kick himself for saying no. Fists clenched by his sides with his eyes closed. Regretting not just taking the opportunity. Regretting not just letting you undo that damn belt and have your way with him, right outside in the backyard of your parents house. Knowing you’d show up for dinner with bruised knees and damp panties. Waiting in anticipation for whatever he’s do to you after supper when he’d have you all alone in your bedroom.

Such a damn shame.

Your mother decided to eat on the deck with your aunt and her husband. With their annoying ass kids too. She’d invited you to sit with them, but the open seat next to Rick was way too tempting.

Shane is the weakest, by far. If you were measuring their strength by how likely they were to fuck you, that is. He hadn’t yet, but you’d like to believe that you’re making progress. Rick wants to. You know that. He wants you so bad it actually hurts. And fuck, if he hadn’t felt tempted the other week, upstairs in your bedroom, with his face between your thighs, giving you your second (and most intense) orgasm of the day. The way you begged him to fuck you right then and there had his mind spinning and his dick swelling. But unfortunately, his moral dilemma was saved by the sound of your father calling you downstairs, to introduce you to some new neighbours. And Rick couldn’t help but sighed in relief at the realization that he didn’t have to actually say “no”.

And as always, he’s attempted to claim you as his own. His hand won’t leave your thigh from under the table, as you pick at the turkey and potato’s on your plate. Glancing at him with an innocent smile every now and then. Tingles erupting as he moves his thumb in circles against your skin, all while listening intently to your father go on about all the work around Alexandria that needs to be done before snowfall. Daryl’s sat next to Rick. Replaying the conversation with you from outside, over and over in his head as he shovels the mashed potato’s into his mouth. Thinking about how badly he wanted to give in. To tangle his hands in your hair and guide those rosy lips right on to his dick, fucking your throat and then cumming all over your pretty face. And then Shane, next to your dad, who can’t stop playing footsies with you from under the table. Giving you that fucking smirk that you just wanna kiss right off his face. As if his smile belonged against your lips, and nowhere else.

“Sweetheart, I think me and the boys could use another round. You mind going to the garage and grabbing us some more beers?” Your father gets up, his voice snapping you out of your sinful daydreams.

“Uh- sure.” You smile politely, standing up from the table, and pulling your skirt down in a failed attempt at being modest. You hesitate, heart beating fast while watching your father go up for a second plate of food and then head outside to the deck. Probably just checking in on your mother. Making sure that her and the others were all doing ok and didn’t need another drink themselves.

You don’t even really register what you’re doing until you’re under the table. Moving fast in order to effectively use the moment that your father is finally occupied. Confusion quickly setting on each man’s face until you’re settled between Daryl’s knees. On the floor, completely hidden by the tablecloth. Hands going straight to Daryl’s belt, unclasping it and grabbing the impressively large stiffy he’d been hiding under the table all night.

“Fuck.” You heard him gasp from above. Shane letting out a surprised huff of amusement and Rick whispering something inaudible.

You slip your hand into his boxers and pull him out, licking your lips and then placing a sweet kiss on his tip.

“Oh shit, she’s- fuck.” Daryl’s thighs are tensed as he starts to wrap his mind around what’s actually happening. Around the fact that you’re on your knees in front of him. Glossy lips wrapped around his cock, while your dads right outside, and his best friends are right there.

You take him into your mouth, slowly bobbing up and down, paying close attention to his reactions. To what makes him drop his fork on the table and grunt. Gasping and straining to keep in the sounds you so desperately want to hear come from his throat.

You keep going even when you hear the sliding door to the deck open. Your father returning to the table and continuing his conversation from before. Not that you had been listening. Far too busy thinking about what each man would taste like if they had the decency to put you on your knees, like you’ve asked them to over and over.

“You hear about that run that Deana was planning? She said she’d talk to you about it but I didn’t know if she ever got around to…”

Your father kept talking. Blissfully unaware of the absolutely filthy performance taking place beneath the tablecloth. How on earth Daryl was keeping it together, you had no idea. Holding yourself up with your hands gripping at his thighs, muscles flexed in what you assume is pleasure. But it’s likely that his nerves are playing a roll as well.

Rick makes sure to keep your fathers attention. Asking questions and chatting along. The perfect distraction as you continue the borderline torture on Daryl’s cock. And though you can’t see it, he’s trying his very best to keep it together. Slow blinks, glancing down at his plate of food. Fingers gripping his utensils so hard they could snap. Doing everything in his control to keep breathing like a normal person. To not tip his head back and moan out your name. And Rick and Shane are doing a surprisingly wonderful job at being your accomplices, distracting your father with simple, mundane conversation. Enough to take any focus off the fact that Daryl was a minute away from cumming down your throat. Torn between wanting to last longer and wanting to hurry up so that he didn’t have to hide his reactions any longer.

You assume he’s getting close. His knees becoming all shifty, involuntarily twitching from how good your mouth feels. So warm and wet and taking him all the way down. You feel a hand lace into your hair, though a little confused because you’re pretty sure it isn’t Daryl’s. Coming from beside him, having reached over so nonchalantly, Rick pushes your head down. Clearing his throat at the same time that you inevitably gag on Daryl’s dick. Hiding the noise. And at that, Daryl just about lost it. Every nerve in his body is on fire and you want to taste him so fucking bad. Want to drink down every last drop of whatever he gives you. You reach your own hand down inbetween your legs and press the pads of your fingers to the cotton panties covering your clit. Rubbing little circles to ease your own needs. Dipping lower and realizing that there’s a wet spot from your arousal. Because sucking Daryl off was turning you on. And if he knew that, he wouldn’t have lasted another second.

“Thought your girl was grabbing us another beer?” Shane asks finally bringing attention to the fact that you aren’t sitting at the table. At least not to your dads knowledge.

“Yeah, I thought so. I’ll run to the garage. See if she got distracted with the bar. Gal sure loves her cocktails, I’ll tell you that much.”

Does she ever.

You hear your father walk down the hall, towards the garage. At the same time, Daryl let’s out the breath he’s holding and his hips buck up involuntarily. So fucking close you can tell.

“You got thirty seconds, baby. “ Rick warns you. Well, both you and Daryl. That you need to make him come now. Otherwise daddy’s gonna find out your dirty little secret. And wouldn’t that be such a shame. The fun part’s only just started.

Daryl moans. Louder than you expected but immediately after you feel him tense up and your mouth fills with his salty fluid. You swallow around him. No hesitation whatsoever. It’s not like you could leave any evidence. And without even helping him get his pants done back up, you crawl past Ricks legs, making sure to use his thigh as a support beam to get back up and slink into your seat. Taking a napkin from the table and wiping your mouth. Giving your best doe eyes to the three men. All of them sporting equally impressed expressions. Not even a hint of jealousy present from Rick, which you found a little odd. Maybe your little show turned them all on. Not just Daryl. And when you look over at the bowman, his face is red. Crimson blush covering his cheeks as he buckles up and straightens himself out. Rick and Shane lightly shaking their heads in disbelief with the sexiest smiles forming on their faces.

“You are somethin’ else, princess. My god.” Shane laughs, kicking your foot under the table. And you can only smile back before you hear the door open and your father come waltzing back into the dining area.

“Where the hell were you? Y’forgot about our beer.” You father says, handing one to each man at the table.

“Sorry - uh- I had to use the washroom. Got distracted.” You smile politely, taking a sip of your own drink as you feel the heat rise to your own cheeks.

“Course you did. Can you grab the pie, pumpkin? Think everyone’s about done eating.”

You nod and get up, sauntering towards the fridge, grabbing the pie along with a can of whipped cream. You make sure to look directly at Rick and Daryl while you shake the can and line your index finger with the sugary fluff. Maintaining eye contact as you lick it up and suck the cream off your finger. Rick rolls his eyes, unable to hide the smirk forming on his face. And Daryl shoots you a warning glare from across the table.

You did warn him you weren’t going to behave. Just decided to prove it too.

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(Ricks part is up next bbs<3 )

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[dirtydixonsgirl]

Say it

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader x Rick Grimes

A/N: ummmm, i need rickyl. i’m not even sorry.

WARNINGS: touching, teasing, dirty talk, begging. talks of p in v and oral, everyone in this is over 18. etc. 18+

It started off subtle, Rick would notice the way you looked at him from the porch of your home as he was carrying supplies back from a run or how Daryl would notice the brush of your ass against his lap every morning at breakfast while you moved past him to reach for something across the counter, you would purposefully go visit Carol who he just so happened to live with.

Then it turned into wanting to follow them on their runs, they would tell you no that you were just too soft or fragile for the world out there, only looking out for your safety but when you pouted those lips and gave them those eyes they almost caved, every single time.

“Please,” you would pout. “I’ll be a good girl, listen to everything you both say.”

Both the boys would share a glance at each other, it was becoming more hard to be in your presence lately considering the words you would say would twist into their own little dirty fantasies later while they were in bed. They weren’t sure if it was intentional but they knew neither of them had any intentions of questioning it.

“Not happenin’.” Daryl grunts.

“I agree with Daryl, sweetheart.” Rick says with comforting eyes. “You’re just not ready yet.”

After they both got in the car, there was silence between them that both of them were worried to break. It goes without being said that the young girl definitely did turn them on, more so than anyone had ever before.

You were fiesty, young and needing, which only made them both cringe at the unwanted thoughts of wanting someone who was so young while they were both old enough to be your father, not that you minded though, their age is what turned you on even more.

After that, you figured you needed to make your message more clear to them, they just weren’t getting it. Your fingers weren’t enough for you anymore, thinking about the boys hovering over you having their way with you, it was too much to be a fantasy anymore, you needed it to become reality.

One night, you sat, watching both Rick and Daryl carry wood to the fire-pit, lighting it on fire effortlessly. You were mindlessly thinking of how to approach them. Both their muscles flexing as they chatted amongst themselves, you were in your own head watching them. You knew they would never make a move, you were just too young for them, that only made it a challenge for you.

Rick nudged Daryl softly, nodding his head to the young girl staring at them. They were aware of the unusual behavior you had been giving off, although they were not picking up exactly why it was happening. Maybe they were misinterpreting it, they’d had their small conversations about it but it was never a real discussion.

“She’s starin’ again.” Rick says, watching over in the distance at your heated gaze.

You were practically undressing them with your eyes.

“Look at the dress she’s wearin’,” Daryl comments, leaning into rick. “Might as well not be wearin’ nothin’.”

Rick chuckles. Wasn’t that the truth. The dress was a tightly fitted sundress, nothing too fancy. Although the dress was riding up your thighs dangerously close, along with the thin straps making your cleavage pop and the guys found themselves not liking you being dressed like that around other men to see it.

“Think we should go say somethin’? Wouldn’t want any of these men ‘round here gettin’ any ideas.”

Rick has a certain jealousy in his tone that makes Daryl snap his head towards him. Daryl wasn’t much of a jealous person, seemingly because he had never really had anyone to be jealous over, but in this moment, he agreed with Rick.

Daryl sent him a nod and they both hesitated for a moment before bringing themselves over to you. For a moment they seen your excitement flash across your face, getting giddy as they invade your presence. Both taking a seat in the empty chairs on either side of you.

“Hey guys-“

“Yanno this might be a bit too short for a bonfire, you think Daryl?” Rick says, leaning forward to pull at the hem of your dress down.

The action caught you off gaurd, your mouth slightly sitting agape. They were coming off strong tonight, not caring about the people around them or your age. They’d had a enough of the comments, the teasing and it was time to put it to an end.

“Yeah, I agree. Tryin’ to catch someone’s attention, sweetheart?” Daryl now speaks up, leaning even closer to you.

Your breathing hitches, this was the first time both men had been this close to you and scorching hot disire was beginning to run through you. Your thoughts of them touching you and how you’ve been getting off to them every night, it was exciting, exhilarating.

“Cat got yer tongue?” Daryl mocks you, a smirk playing at his lips.

You sat there stunned, the tingling feeling already forming between your legs. You weren’t surprised as you knew that them even just looking at you turns you into a soaking wet mess. The men couldn’t deny it either, one comment from those pretty little lips of yours made a tent form in their pants. Even now, sitting here, sensing your nervousness they were already getting hard, loving to see you fall into their hands.

“Ain’t got nothing to say anymore, darlin’?” Rick raises an eyebrow. “You been so full of conversation since we met ya, now you ain’t got nothing to say?”

You take a breath, trying to steady your nerves. God how badly you wanted them. You couldn’t even put it into words. Driving you insane. The smell of both of them fill your nostrils as they lean closer to you.

“Maybe I am trying to catch someone’s attention.” You whisper. “What’s it matter to you guys?”

Rick and Daryl both smirk at each other. She’s back. Daryls hand was practically inching up your dress, you nervously glanced around finding everyone too indulged in their conversation to realize the sexual tension from far off behind them.

But at this point neither of the men cared if anyone noticed. Their thoughts racing about fucking you until you could hardly hold your eyes open, cock drunk off both of them, falling apart at the seams. They had you right where they wanted you, knowing you would do practically anything to please them.

“Our problem is,” The tip of Ricks nose brushes against your cheek softly. “We don’t like how short this material is, lot of men are lookin’ at you tonight.”

Before you could even think about what was coming out of your mouth, the words slipped almost embarrassingly as your need for them heightened.

“Then take me somewhere where they can’t see me.”

The words were breathy, needy, wanting. They both could sense your need becoming stronger, enjoying the teasing. Almost like they were getting their revenge.

Their cocks painfully hard, aching to be between your legs or in your mouth. They had to stop themselves from looking at your hands, thinking about them wrapped around both of their cocks at the same time while you squirm desperately begging for them to take advantage of you. You begain shifting in your seat hoping they would see your desperation.

“Needy, ain’t ya?” Daryl chuckles. “Want us to take care of ya?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

“You think about us princess? When you’re alone?” Rick adds.

Your cheeks heat up instantly, the way they were talking to you was so…dirty…and vulgar. A side of them you had never seen before but have been begging for so desperately. You were slightly embarsssd being this wet and needy in public.

“Y-yes, I do, e-every night.” You shyly admit, not looking at either guys, playing with the hem of your dress.

“What do ya think about?” Daryl graspes your chin pulling your big eyes up to meet his.

You pause for a moment, your eyes closing with the gentle kiss Rick places just below your ear, making you want to whimper. You were aching, wanting both off them to dominate you but they were playing hard to get, challenging you. They knew you were needy, nobody had touched you in a long time and you’ve been building up.

“Why are you doing this?” You whisper, you voice quiet and unsteady.

“Don’t think we ain’t noticed you starin’?” Daryl smirks, his thumb now running softly across your lips.

You pink, pouty lips, he wanted them wrapped around his cock so bad. Drooling, eyes watery, hair a mess as he grabs it into a makeshift pony tail listening to your muffled gags and begs as you bob your head up and down his throbbing erection. It was becomingpainfully uncomfortable to be sitting next to you.

“Needin’ someone to touch you, deseperate for someone to play with that pretty little pussy.” Rick chimes in, his finger tips ghosting up to your inner thigh making you shiver. “Tell us, baby. Tell us what you need.”

Your head falls back, you thank god for your seat being further back away from everyone or else they would’ve seen you falling apart right beside both the leaders of the group, you couldn’t help it. Daryls warm lips kiss your neck, adding more frustration to your body.

Rick on the other hand was loving this. The teasing, the dirty talk, all of it. The risk of possibly getting caught, it was captivating him, realizing that this might end up being an addiction to him, to you. Your legs unsubconsciously spread open to his slowly painfully teasing fingers on your inner thigh. He laughs, patting your thigh, the vibration makes you fidget.

He couldn’t help but to think about how submissive you would look underneath of him, while his cock was stretching you out, hitting that spot while he held your legs open, all on display for him and Daryl to see.

“Say it,” Rick whispers, tauntingly. “Say what you want, babygirl.”

“I-I,” you breathe, losing your breath as your mind rolls into its own fantasies.

“Use your words princess.” Daryl says, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Ricks fingers run up and down the front of your soaking wet panties, too close to your aching core, the action causes your hips to buck to meet his hand. You were throbbing, your clit needing attention from one of the guys. It was overwhelming. You whimper at a loss when he retracts his fingers, Daryls lips still working on your neck as his tongue swirls and sucks at the skin.

“C’mon, darlin, you can say it, we’re gonna make you feel all better.”

“B-both of you.” You whimper, gasping at the pressure when Ricks finger are suddenly back, pressing against your clit through your panties. “W-want both of you. So bad, please.”

Both of them chuckle in satisfaction, enjoying your answer. Seeing how worked up you got when they hardly even touched you was enough to send them feral, wanting to have their way with you in private where only both of them could see.

Your pleasure came to a halting stop when you felt both of their presence leave yours, your eyes opened quickly, both of them standing on their feet, hand reached out for you to take which you quickly took, grasping their hand harshly.

“What are you waitin’ for then.” Daryl smirks. “Let’s go have some fun, pretty little baby.”

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Daryl gets flustered seeing y/n thong when she bends over and needs her now. Established relationship, jealousy, mostly gentle but sub reader, extra points for ass man Daryl. <3

Can you grab this for me?

A/N: love this idea❤️ thanks for requesting, love writing for you all!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, yeah yeah yeah 18+

“Daryl!” You yell out, your voice echoing through the empty abandoned house.

You waited, arms reaching, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach a can of food in the cabinet of the house you and Daryl were searching. The counter was filled with trash and covered in dust leaving no room for you to be able to jump onto the counter in your usual manner in times like this.

“Daryl!” You call out once more, irritation lacing your tone this time.

You hear a thump from the upstairs before he comes flying down the steps to your rescue, fear suddenly coursing through him. He stops abruptly, watching you try to jump up to reach something in the cabniet, just hoping your finger tips would be able to touch it.

He couldn’t help but notice everytime you jumped your shirt rose up slightly, revealing the straps of a red thong, siting just above the hem of your jeans on your hips, his face instantly curling up into a smirk, your head snaps back to his, you were frustrated, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to help me grab this?” You snap, wondering why a shit eating grin was covering his face.

Daryl snorts at your attitude. Suddenly feeling the blood from his cheeks rush to his lap at the thought of you bent over that counter in that very sexy red thong.

“Oh, I’ll help ya grab somethin’.” He smirks, slapping your ass and giving it a slight squeeze emitting a small yelp out of you.

“Daryl!” You swat at him.

He effortlessly reaches up grabbing the can, handing it to you. Your cheeks red at his actions. You mumble a small thank you suddenly feeling shy as you lean down, pulling your bag from beside the counter and putting the food in it.

Once again, in Daryls favor you flash him with your thong once more.

“How many times ya gonna flash me with these?” He asks, his fingers catching the string of them and letting it snap back against your skin. “You been wearin’ these all day?”

You try to stand up but his hands instantly push your back down, leaving you bent over in front of him. Your breathing hitches when a pair of warm hands catches your hips, touching the exposed skin from your shirt raising up.

“Y-yes.” You stutter suddenly feeling stupid, you didn’t even realize that you have most likely been flashing people all day,

The jealously was surging over Daryl. He kept thinking about everytime you bent over who was looking at you and who saw what was only his to see? The thought made him want to go home and beat every man at Alexandria bloody.

“M’ the only one who gets ta see this.” He rubs his hands down to your ass, smacking it again. “Ain’t that right?”

“Yes, Daryl.” You breathe. “All yours.”

Daryl knew exactly how to get you to fall apart in his hands, sometimes with a single touch. It was one of things you hated most about your relationship with him, how at anytime, anywhere, you were ready for him.

His fingertips softly ghosting your skin, he runs them over your sides to your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans.

“Daryl,” you stop him, grabbing his wrist. “What if someone sees? Rick and Michonne-“

“Don’t care.” He says unphased. “Need ya, so bad.”

You slowly let go of him with shaky hands, you shiver against his touch, revealing in it. Your eyes close as his hand dips into your jeans, his finger tips running up and down the already wet thinned cloth of your thong.

“Shit, Y/N.” He grunts. “Yer already so wet and I ain’t even done nothing to ya.”

You blush. “Always ready for you, Dar.”

You could feel his erection against your ass making you more needy. You try to wiggle onto to him but his hand stops you smacking you harshly, you whimper.

“Needy little slut ain’t ya?” He chuckles.

“I need you, please.” You pant.

Oh, he needed you more. He thought. Your clit was now throbbing, you were basically dripping, you knew by now your panties were drenched. You were aching for him in every way.

His finger dips inside your thongs, you gasp as his finger tip runs up and down your wet slit, easily moving. He’s teases your enterance making you groan in frustration.

“Don’t be a tease.” You breathe, voice hoarse and needy.

“Oh like how you been today?”

Your head falls in pleasure as he gives in, easing one thick finger inside you, stretching you out. He continuously hits your sweet spot deep inside you. Your hips buck back to him, causing him to add another finger, you moan. Your thighs start to shake as your body starts reaching your climax, not being able to hold yourself up much longer.

“Daryl, I-I’m-“ you moan, your walls convulsing around him. “Gonna cum.”

Daryl smirks, suddenly his hand come out of your pants, fingers covered in your arousal. You clench around nothing, still throbbing. Aggravation floods your body. Your body turns to face him quickly, pushing his shoulders back, he doesn’t even budge.

“What the fuck was that for?” You snap.

“Not coming unless it’s on my cock, pretty thing.” He says, pulling you back into him. “Only I can take care of ya pretty little pussy, remember that.”

Your anger fades away as his lips attack your neck, softy and gently. You quickly break the kiss to yank your pants off, he unbottons his quickly. His hands go underneath your thighs signaling you to jump which you do, he catches you with ease, backing you up against the closest wall.

Your throw your arms around his neck as he kisses your neck again, he grabs his erection putting it against your soaking wet entrance, his tip rubbing up and down your slit, you whimper, your grasp tightening on him.

“Ready?” He whispers and you nod.

He flexes his hips, his erection sliding into you, filling you up. He grunts as he bottoms out, you gasp, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out as pleasure shoots across your body.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his rythym speeding up. “Miss ya tight little pussy so much.”

“Ah,” you moan, burying your face into his warm neck.

His hips continue to rock into you, pushing you harder up against the wall. The wet sounds filling the air. He felt amazing in you causing you to throw your head back against the wall.

“Dar,” you whimper. “You feel so g-good.”

“Yeah baby?” He says through clenched teeth.

Your legs wrap around him tighter, you could’ve sworn you felt him in your belly. His breathing labored, you clench around him, pulsing. Your hands twist in his hair causing him to groan in pleasure. You snap, your climax coating him as he releases inside you.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, breathing heavily into your neck. “Fucking hell.”

“That was,” you start, your breathing matching his. “That was amazing.”

He pulls out, leaving you empty, missing the feel of him. He sets you down and your legs wobble a bit and he catches you quickly, steadying you. You giggle as you hold onto his wrists.

“Can ya walk?” He grins, full of pride.

“What can I say, Dixon? It’s all your fault.” You smile.

You slip your pants back on, along with your thong, feeling the sweet stickiness from his climax dripping out of you, you groan, the sticky feeling between your thighs being too much.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re dripping out of me, literally.”

He laughs pulling you into him, sweetly kissing your lips and tapping your butt before releasing you.

“What can I say? It’s all your fault.”

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Try it again

A/N: sorry i’ve been slow with the posts):

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of blood and wounds, smutty as smut unprotected p in v, protective daryl (of course) slightly innocent reader (she isn’t dumb), thigh riding, begging, dirty talk etc 18+

Your eyes were still adjusting to the scene in front of you, standing stunned at the sight. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop this from happening as you knew it was building up.

But all it took was single comment and here you were.

“Hey, you listening to me?” The unwanted deep male voice comes from behind you.

You were helping someone near by, holding a piece of wood steady so they could nail it. Everyone was working on the bridge, people from back at home and some of the saviors that your group had brought in. It was the least you could do since Daryl, your very close friend, didn’t want you to do anything you could injure yourself with. He says you’re just prone to accidents.

You roll your eyes, not making eye contact with the annoying man behind you. “Listening, just don’t care.”

“Stupid fucking bitch,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear. “Was gonna ask if you needed help with that, doesn’t seem like a little girl really needs to be out here fucking shit up.”

But apparently you weren’t the only one that heard it as the sound of clattering wood dropping against the bridge making you jump and your head shot towards the sound.

“The fuck you just say t’her?” Daryls voice filled the air, attracting to some attention from bystanders.

Your eyes widened and before you could react, there were already punches being thrown.

Which led you here, right where you were standing. A group of people surrounding you, Daryl and this man you had no idea the name of. The punches were thrown one by one, the man’s lip was bleeding along with Daryls nose but the punches didn’t stop.

Your eyes were wide with horror, your voice suddenly gone.

“Daryl!” You yell out, trying find a way to break up the fight, endlessly dodging the blows almost landing to you. “Please stop!”

This had been going on for a week, this man had been trying to bother you every chance he had gotten. You kept the information from Daryl knowing this was how it was going to end but little to your knowledge, Daryl had been watching the whole time, waiting for the moment to arise and today just happened to be the day that he didn’t fucking care anymore.

It was no doubt he was winning but the man was not letting up. Daryl eventually made on top of the man, his blood dripping from his nose onto his face, he grabbed his collar punching him as the other man was fighting against his grip, he was weakening.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill ya, stupid son of a bitch.” He spits through clenched teeth.

You winced, looking around, trying to find someone to end this. Rick suddenly pushing through the crowd of people, grabbing Daryl by the collar catching him off gaurd as he pulls him off, causing him to land on his knees next to the man.

“Enough!” Rick yells out as Daryl tries to go in for another punch. “I said enough!”

The scene was horrifying, the man’s face was bloody, bruised from the amount of punches Daryl had gotten in. While Daryls nose was still bleeding, he harshly wipes it, smearing it across his cheek. His eye was also blackening, along with the slight dash across his head.

“Try it again.” Daryl spits, backing up after regaining his posture. “Dare ya.”

With that he gives you a glance, and turns to walk away. Rick gives him a death stare, letting him know the possible trouble he had just gotten himself into.

Your feet, quickly run after Daryl, trying to catch up with his large strides. Your face is red from embarrassment knowing you were the reason the whole thing broke out. You finally catch up with him, inside the door of your shared home, you close the door softly, your chest heaving from having to walk far and from something else.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes scan his body as he pulls off his leather jacket, flinging it onto the couch. Something about this whole thing made a small tingle form right between your legs, it was becoming hard to breathe and not just from the walk.

“Did I scare ya?” Daryl asks, turning to face you, leaning against the back of the couch.

His face was saddened, his nose had stopped bleeding by now but the gash was still bright red and blood coated his hands. Your eyes trailed down to his big muscles that also had blood on them. Your breathing hitched slightly.

“Me? N-no.” You stuttered, trying to cover up the fact that you were obviously very turned on. “The fight did, not you. Guess I’m just a coward.”

He lips curl up into a subtle smirk. “You weren’t the one gettin’ the shit beat out of ya.”

“Neither were you.” You breathe.

“Why ya actin’ weird?” He asks, suddenly pushing himself off the couch. “Did I do somethin’ wrong? Wasn’t gonna let that prick talk to ya like that without beatin’ his face in.”

You felt the pulse of your heart quicken as he stepped towards you, you were beginning to worry he might be able to hear it. You weren’t really sure why you felt this way, but it just wouldn’t go away.

The sweat from his hair.

The blood on his hands and arms.

The way he was protecting you almost instantly.

It was all turning you on.

Now his hot breath was fanning your face as he leaned forward resting his forehead against yours. You couldn’t respond, you bit your lip. All you could think about was him touching you. His hands slipped down your waist onto your hips, your knees felt like they could give out on you, you shivered.

“Wha’s wrong baby?” His voice concerned.

Your finger tips ran down his arm slowly, ghosting touch almost. From his shoulder down to his hand, some of the blood was fresh, swiping along with your finger tips and then fading onto his skin quickly after. You could feel his hair raise, his breathing hitching slightly.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, your eyes making contact with his light blue ones. “You’re just- You’re just really hot like this.”

“Yeah?” His face was unreadable.

Oh no, is he offended? You tried to read his expression but you weren’t for sure. You contemplated on telling him it was just a joke but you weren’t sure he’d actually believe at. Daryls unreadable face falls into a small smile, his fingers practically digging into your hips

“Wha’s hot bout it?” He asks, yanking you closer to close the space, you almost whimper at the action, but now you were pressing directly against his erection digging into your hips.

You stare up at him dazed, unable to speak. You were sure by now your panties were pooling and you didn’t know how to react. Daryl getting hurt was never something you wanted, it never has been, but right now it was different.

Daryls hand grabbed yours suddenly, pulling you right to the couch. You stumbled over your feet, your eyes blinking rapidly as anticipation coursed through you. He sat down, pulling you down onto his thigh, the feeling of it against your aching core was enough to make you whimper. What is he doing?

His hands grabbed your hips protectively, making sure you didn’t fall off of him as he rubbed you against his thigh. Your eyes widened and you let out a moan at the unexpecting feeling, it provided you relief, the jeans rubbing deliciously on the one place you needed it most. You pushed down harder against his thigh.

“Needy little baby aren’t ya?” He grinned, your head fell back, mouth opened slightly. “Ask ya a question. Wha’s so hot bout it?”

You didn’t response, the feeling of pleasure taking over your body. Soon that pleasure was halted, his hands instantly stopped you from moving, you squirmed against his grip and whimpered at the loss.

“Y-you protecting me. It-uh Daryl please,” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders. “It makes me feel funny.”

“Makes ya feel funny how?”

Your face flushed, squirming once more in his grip. Is he really making me answer this?

“Answer me baby and I’ll let ya go.”

“B-between my legs. It gets tingly, like, a wanting feeling. No-“ you shook your head, rewording your thoughts. “A needing feeling.”

Daryl let’s up on your hips, allowing them to continue the rocking motion back and forth, you sigh in relief, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as soft moans fall from your lips.

His nose rubs up against your neck softly up to your ear, it sends shivers down your body. “Want this cock, baby?” He whispers. “Want it deep inside that pretty little pussy of yours?”

You moan and nod. “Yes, Daryl, please.”

“How bad?”

You moan in response.

“Want me to take you off my knee?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes shooting to his in fear. “N-no, please. I want it so bad, Daryl.”

The feeling was intense but so strange to you. You felt wrong this being your best friend, you weren’t suppose to be this intimate with friends. Your thoughts came crashing down to an end when you heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, you looked down to see Daryl fiddling with his zipper.

“Can’t take it anymore, need to fuck ya.” He grumbles. “My pants are soakin’ wet, baby.”

You flush, quickly removing yourself from him so he can take them off. You quickly slip yours off and he pulls you back onto him, your knees sitting on either sides of his hips.

This was it, it was really happening.

Your hands grab his face, pulling him to your lips, he kisses you back with the same amount of passion. His tongue trying to invade your mouth. You’ve always had these feelings for Daryl but never knew how to act upon them, hating the fear of rejection.

“Y/N,” he breathes, breaking the kiss. “You sure?”

You nod quickly. “Yes.”

You have never wanted him as badly as you did now, you didn’t want to resist him. You needed to feel him, all of him. Pulling a whimper from between your lips as he presses his very hard erection into the place that you were aching the most. He wiggles his boxers down and you push your panties to the side.

His hands grap at your hips as you sink down onto him, he was definitely bigger than you thought, it took you a minute to adjust but once you did, it felt like you were in heaven. It was hot and heavy in your blood stream.

Daryl throws his head back, the small beads of sweat once again forming at his bangs. “Fuck, Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Y/N.”

There’s was nothing on this earth that made you feel better than Daryl Dixon deep inside you, being squeezed by your walls. The sight of him in full blown pleasure as he guided your hips up and down his length, you could feel him deep in your belly.

“Dar-oh god- ah!” You moan, feeling him hit the spot in you repeatedly.

His hands upped your pace, you were for sure not lasting long with him continuously hitting your sweet spot.

“Wanted this for so long.” He says through clenched teeth. “Ya feel so fucking good.”

His hand runs up your shirt to grasp your nipple, the feeling ripples over you as you moan loudly, you clench around him causing him to hiss as your orgasm rips through you. Your hands dig into his shoulders as he mercilessly pounds into from the bottom, you wince worn out and sensitive. He kisses your neck as he shoots his orgasm inside you without warning, whimpering into the skin of your neck.

He tries to lift you up off of him but you whimper.

“No,” you stop him, grabbing at his shoulders.

You weren’t ready to feel the emptiness. He was throbbing inside you, making you wet again. You could feel him growing inside you by the second.

“Sunshine,” he breathes. “Ya not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

As he says the words, you notice the soreness already radiation around your lower half, but the pleasure over takes it. You wanted to be full of him all night.

“I think I’ll take that.” You breathe as your legs start moving to bounce on him again.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Want it?

rick grimes x daryl dixon x fem!reader

A/N: dude???? i think i just fell in love with rickyl recently i apologize for the smut ur ab to read but i seriously enjoyed writing this lol. lmk what y’all think???

WARNINGS: cream pie, begging, threesum, rickyl, overestimation, drunk sex etc 18+

“you like how daryl’s making you feel baby?” ricks deep quiet voice whispers in your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe earning a soft whimper from you. “what’s that, sweet girl? I don’t think we’ve heard you enough tonight.”

it was hard formulating a coherent thought with daryls big arms caging you in, absolutely railing you into oblivion. your senses were weak, maybe from all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, this being your punishment for teasing them all night.

“y-yes.” you koan. “feels s-so good-ah!- dar…i’m gonna cum!”

both the guys chuckle at your state, all worn out, wasted, squirming underneath daryls cock. what a sight it was. rick grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb forcing your half lidded pleasure filled eyes to look at him.

“uh, uh, baby doll.” He denies you. “no cuming, not till we say so, right daryl?”

daryl grunts in agreement. one of his hands was holding onto your hips while the other one was rubbing delicious circles onto your clit making the heat pool to your belly. you whine in response, holding onto ricks forearm tightly.

“maybe if ya didn’t tease us the way ya did tonight, you’d be gettin’ whatever you wanted, princess.” daryl smirks.

they were absolutely enjoying this, a little too much. you were now whining, your orgasm threatening to release as you clench around daryl, making him moan and his grip your hips a little tighter.

“i-i can’t,” you cry. “p-please!”

“please what?” rick leans forward rubbing his nose softly against your cheek. “what do you need?”

your head flies back, tears threatening to escape. this was torture. daryl was hitting that delicate spot over and over with every thrust, stretching you out, filling you. it was overwhelming.

“daryl,” you whimper, head shooting back up, only to have your back arch.

“don’t do it.” daryl growls, through clenched teeth feeling his own orgasm build up. “rick ain’t gonna be as soft as I am on ya.”

and he was absolutely right.

but you couldn’t handle it anymore.

you clenched around him one last time, your hands flying to his shoulders, your nails digging into them. your eyes closed, letting whimpers and moans fall from your mouth as you released on him, following by his own a few seconds later, filling you up.

you catch your breath as your mind begins to spin, drunkly mixed with pleasure. your eyes open to find rick shaking his head at you and daryl giving you a disapproving look. you felt shy under their gaze, your cheeks turning red. but those weren’t the only cheeks that were about to turn red.

“look at the mess you’ve made, princess.” rick says disapproval lacing his voice. “what are we gonna do about you?”

daryl pulls out leaving you feeling empty, squirming with anticipation suddenly regretting your orgasm. he steps off the bed, rick standing up, coming to lean over you, you inhale his manly scent filling your nostrils. you knew this was gonna be rough.

“looks like we’re gonna have to teach this little brat how to listen.”

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Umm so I had a suggestion for Daryl. So he and the reader are in a relationship (pretty new) and the reader feels like Daryl holds himself back during seggs, so she encourages him not to. He takes her advice and fucks her brains out such that she's unable to walk for 2 days (can you please include choking and hairpulling). Thankyoy💞

Take it not so easy.

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: ohhh this is gonna be so fun to write. hope y’all enjoy!

WARNINGS: degrading, filthy smut, creampie, dirty talk, rough, overstimulation, unprotected sex etc. 18+

Yours and Daryl Dixons sex life was nothing but passion and love. Sweet, slow love making that involved a lot of soft sex, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, holding you close against him as you both climaxed together, holding your hand during it and his constant apologies afterwards when he felt like he might’ve been a little too hard on you, but he never was. You both enjoyed it, although your kinky fantasies ran wild and you wanted him to be maybe a little bit more vocal or rougher, you did enjoy the warmth and love you feel radiating onto you during sex with him.

It was a touchy subject, for Daryl at least. You had hinted or maybe mentioned a few times for him to be a little bit more open to other things, to be a little bit more rougher but he just didn’t have it in him. He treated you like delicate glass, something precious that was too fragile for this world. For once he actually loved someone, cared about them. He wanted you to never feel any kind of pain, he never wanted to raise his voice at you, or put you in dangerous situations. It was the protective nature in him. It was one of the things you loved most about him, how he could make you feel safe in any situation no matter what. You knew he was always looking out for you.

As the days go on, the world turns and your relationship gets better, but it iss still a few months fresh. Better than ever, of course, but the conversation rings between your kitchen with Rosita, her being the openly sexual person she is, hounding you for more input on your sex life. The embarrassment you felt each time she insisted girl talk with you was something that would never go away, no matter how many years you knew her.

“So, you’re saying Daryl isn’t kinky?” She asks with a disbelieving tone.

“No,” you murmur staring down at your twiddling fingers. “He’s very…well…soft.”

And that was the truth. He was a very soft person trapped inside of an intimidating, large man. The only time you ever felt the least bit of him being more aggressive is his desperation after a long run.

“You know he’s been gone for a little over a week, Rick told me they’d be back tonight.” She hints, giving you a small smirk.

You glance at her confused. “So?” You push.

“Tonight’s the perfect night to get him riled up.” Her smirk becomes larger. “You know he’s probably been thinking about you all week.”

The blush burned your cheeks as you shook your head at her unnecessary comments. Oh, if only Daryl knew what you were thinking while he was out. You were aware his thought of you while being on the runs. His first words always being, “I thought bout this the whole time I been gone.” But for you, it was different. The feeling was more intensified when he was gone and by the time he came back you were wanting to strip him down at the door, his sex was something your fingers could never make you feel.

But tonight, you decided to do just that. Rile him up and hope for the best. The room was dark, you laid on your back, flipping through your new book he had found for you on the road, a little hobby you picked up these days. But instead of being your usual night time attire you were in black lace underwear and one of his shirts, something he finds attractive, you in his clothing.

The excitement was already coursing through you, your heart leaping into your mouth once you hear the familiar vibration of his motorcycle outside the house, the aching feeling between your legs already becoming unbearable. It was late, you were for sure he thought you were asleep by the quiet foot steps creaking up the steps, your heart pounding with anticipation when you hear the door open. The lamp in the room was bright enough for you to see him, he sets his cross bow down and glances up at you, his eyes blinking a few times once he sees your outfit. The effect was already setting in.

“You wearin’ tha to bed?” He smirks, kicking his boots off.

You can’t seem to find a coherent thought. He was sweaty and dirty, his hair slightly wet from the blazing heat outside, he must have been busy on his trip. Sweaty, dirty Daryl Dixon, it always did odd things to you.

“Maybe, but I was hoping it’d catch your attention.” You sit up, smiling innocently at him.

His feet traveling to you, the look of lust already coming over his features, you take a deep breath, looking back up at him when his fingers gently grasp your chin between their hold, he stares at you, his blank look as always. He always knew how to hide emotions so well, but the hint of love in his eyes never failed disappear.

“Ya know what you skippin’ around in my clothes does to me.” He murmurs, his face inches away from yours.

His warm breath was fanning over your lips, leaning closer to relax into his touch you had been craving for the last coming week.

“Yes,” you breathe. “I do.”

“And this?” His index finger hooks into the small hem on your hip of the lace panties, letting it snap back against your hip. “S’fuckin’ hot.”

The smallest ounce of pain gave you a rush, instantly sending it to between your legs. He was in a different mood tonight, his demanor was much more desperate for your touch as well as his touch for you.

“I wore it for you, Dar.” Your voice was small. “Touch me, please.”

“Miss me?” He chuckles. You nods eagerly.

His lips land on your neck ever so softly, making their way up to your jaw line. Your head falls back, your legs spreading slightly to invite him in as his body towars over yours, leaving you feeling small under his touch. His lips finally connect with yours and you kiss back with more desperation, his hands finding their way to your laced panties, running his thick fingers up and down the front. The whimpers falling from your lips was enough to make the erection in his boxers twitch. He loved the pretty little noises you were making for him.

“S’wet for me already, huh princess?” He whispers against your lips. “And all I’ve done is kissed you.”

Your insides were clenching at the unexpected touch of his fingers. You felt almost pathetic at how badly you were starting to ache for him.

“Be rough,” you begged against his lips. “Please, Dar. I want all of you.”

He disconnects your lips, looking down at you with hesitant eyes. His hands travel to your hair, winding it up in a ponytail around his wrist causing you to look at his intense gaze. You visibly swallow, suddenly feeling intimidated.

“You want it hard, pretty girl?” He asks, smirking down at your innocence eyes staring back at him.

You nod. “Yes, I do. I want all of you, all of it.”

Your hands run down his big chest, squeezing the fabric between your fingers. His eyes search yours, his face instantly softening.

“You have ta’ promise me that if it gets too much you’ll say somethin’?” His face becoming serious.

“I will, I promise.” Your words coming out a little too excited.

His hand releases your hair, pulling you against his lips in one swift motion, your kisses are desperate, sweet, rough all mushed into one. The thick desire pools in between your legs waiting for his next move, you grab his large arms, gripping them tightly. You wanted him so bad.

He drops to his knees unexpectedly, catching you by surprise. His thick fingers rubbing your hips, yanking you closer to him effortlessly causing you to gasp. His lips leaving soft kisses from your knees all the way up to your clothed core, kissing it through your panties, then licking a stripe up the cloth causing you to moan at the tickling sensation.

“I love ya little whimpers, Y/N.” He murmurs against the skin of your thighs. “You got no idea what they do to me.”

His hands hook themselves in the hem of your panties, pulling them down ever so slowly, giving him a full view of all of you. You blush, instantly trying to close your legs but his big hands open them right back up.

“Ya so beautiful, never seen anything like it.”

You blush at his words. His wet lips place a kiss onto yours, your hips wiggling at the feeling. His large hands hold your hips down, placing one of your knees over his shoulder, his tounge flicking at your clit and dipping down at your entrance every so often. You groan, your hands lacing into his long thick hair.

“Oh god,” you gasp, lifting your hips to meet his face. “Oh my god, feels amazing.”

You were nearing your climax, you were now unintentionally riding his face, his nose hitting ever so softly against your clit. Your head falls back, the warmth pooling into your belly, his actions speeding up at the feeling his your hips stuttering before you release, coating his face.

He smirks, looking up at your already worn out face, proud of himself.

“Just wanted to show ya how much I love ya before I did this.”

You gasp, his hands flipping you around suddenly, your face down against the bed sheets. He has given you no time to recover from the orgasm you just had. His throbbing erection pressing into you, the denim of his jeans already pressing into your clit causing you to whimper at the sensation, pushing yourself back against him.

“Look so good in my shirt.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your back.

Your breathing still ragged, you could feel his breathing hitch at the sight of you bent over in front of him. You couldn’t explain the excitement and nerves in you running wild. His hands fumble with his belt and zipper, your hips wiggling in anticipation.

“Daryl, please.” You whine.

“My little slut miss my cock that bad?” He chuckles, you blush at the words, he’s never called you that before but it set fire inside you. “Gon’ make you cum all over my cock. You think about me like this when m’ gone?”

“Yes,” you groan. “All the time.”

The tip of his cock taps your clit a few times, he was very hard. You moan at the feeling trying to push back onto him but a slap lands against your ass causing you to moan into the sheets, the pain connecting instantly with your core.

“Didn’t say you could have me yet.” He teases. “You touch yourself while I’m gone?”

The words make you blush, feeling vulnerable. His hand wrapped around his length pumping up at down at the thought of you laid out in bed, your hands between your legs pleasuring yourself to the thought of him, he groans.

“Answer me, sunshine.” He pushes.

“I-I do.” You whisper.

His words were creating a warm frenzy inside you, you feel a dripping sensation run down your legs, his movements halt, staring down at your exposure.

“W-what?” You ask nervously.

“Oh you poor baby, ya drippin’.” He finds pleasure in it. Teasing you.

“Dar, please I want you so bad.” You bef, suddenly feeling fed up. “Stop teasing.”

He complies, pushing his whole length inside you in one go. You moan, your cheeks instantly turning red and you bury your face into the sheets. His pace is slow, allowing you to get use to him. Oh how badly you’ve been missing this. He slides in and out effortlessly, the wetness making it easier. You hear him groan from behind you.

“God, ya feel so good round me.” He grunts. “So warm and tight.”

You whimper at his words, closing your eyes and reeling into the feeling. Stretching and filling you up so effortlessly all while hitting the pleasure spot deep down in you. You already feel your climax starting to come over you.

“Not yet.” He grunts. “Can feel ya clenchin’ around me.”

His grunts and moans were falling from lips, the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard. His hips were now pounding into you, his hands wrapping themselves in your hair to pull you back to him, his hand wrapping around your throat.

“I-I can’t take it.” You whimper. “Gonna-gonna, Ahh, Daryl!”

“You better fuckin’ not.” He spits, pulling your hair a bit tighter.

His hand smacks your ass once again, you groan in frustration not able to keep up with his pace. Your thighs shaking as the warm fluids run down your legs. You were throbbing, soaking him in the process. The feeling was intense, strong, something you had never felt before. Daryl could feel it washing you without control. He wasn’t aware of how much him being like this turned you on.

“Daryl, oh god. I-I,”

You tried to speak but before you could your orgasm hit , washing over you intensely, moaning loudly. Clenching so tightly around him causing him to hiss. He rode out your orgasm for you, eventually falling into his own, spilling it deep inside you. He falls onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily while looking at your worn out face, hardly being able to keep your eyes open. His hand moved your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead gently.

“I wasn’t too rough was I, sunshine?” He whispers softly.

The soft Daryl you knew and love was returning. You giggle at him.

“No, I loved it.” You whispered back, planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiled back, pulling you into his arms.

“Love ya so much. You know I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt ya right?”

You smiled at his words, the pain between your legs was now turning into soreness. You knew that by tomorrow you were sure going to have a reminder of him all day because of his relentless fucking. Something you hoped you both could do more often.

“Of course Daryl. I love you too.”

Daryl wanted nothing less than to give you every ounce of love you deserve in this world.

And that’s exactly what he did.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Stay still

A/N: anything daryl makes me horny tbh should i say more? if you guys have suggestions lmk! you guys are sooo appreciated btw 🫶🏻

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, fingering, grinding, etc. 18+

You couldnt sleep. Daryl was well aware of that. Fighting against unwanted thoughts of worry and stress about the winter blizzard right outside your doors was causing your mind to race late at night. Your group had found a cabin way out in the woods to sleep at for the next coming days hoping the blizzard would blow over, it was your first night and honestly the weather was getting worse by the minute. You and Daryl shared a sleeping bag, he insisted worrying about the fact that there was other men near that he felt was trying to get into his best friends sleeping bag for other reasons besides the cold. You hesitantly agreed, worrying about the awkwardness that would come with sleeping with Daryl.

The fire crackling pulled you out of thoughts, staring into the red and orange flames that flickered from the fire place. It was keeping the place decently warm, the wind howling in the windows. Daryl had gotten too hot, losing his shirt and comfortably adjusting himself in the sleeping bag with his back against yours, as much as he wanted to turn over and wrap his big arms around you and keep you nice and warm, he opted against it. He didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. His body was resting against yours, helping him sleep peacefully for the first time in a very long time, but when his body shifted from his back against yours to his chest against your back you froze.

The sleeping bag was very tight around both of, keeping you well restricted against each other. Your heart fluttered at the soft sounds of his breath in your ear, his body was relaxed, his body heat radiating off of him while his legs were losely tangled with your legs. You knew very well he wasn’t aware of how closely he was pushed up against you due to his sleep, but selfishly you enjoyed the contact. You knew this was the first time you’ve heard Daryl sleep so soundly since you’ve met him, so you were sure not to wake him up.

Once you reassured yourself he was sleep, your mind sunk back into your thoughts again. The cabin was dark besides the fire lighting up a few areas, the sounds of people breathing, all spaced out. The wind was louder then normal, startling you every so often. You had wished at this point Daryl was awake, he seemed to keep you grounded in most situations like this.

“Y/N,” Daryl spoke in a hushed tone, grunting. “Stop squirmin’.”

You flushed. “Sorry.”

Your body stopped instantly, your heart race increasing. You hadn’t realized. His body shifted slightly and soft breathing in your ear notified he was now sleeping again. Your body felt trapped against his, he was still too unconscious to realize how he was laying against you.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was ever going to pass, even if it did, the roads would be blocked off. The thought of going back out in the ice chattering cold and almost getting frost bit again made you internally groan.

“Y/N,” Daryl groaned in your ear once more. “Stop movin.”

That’s when you felt it. Him. His bulge pressed up against your ass. Your cheeks heated up instantly spreading throughout your body. That’s normal right? All guys do that when they’re sleeping? Although it doesn’t help when someone is pressed up against them squirming. You weren’t sure if Daryl was aware his little issue but the fact that it was pressing up against you was hard for you to ignore, your thighs pressed together, and the sleeping bag suddenly became too hot.

He was enjoying your movements for a while, but the aching feeling in his boxers were too much to handle, knocking him in and out of consciousness every so often.

“Daryl,” you whispered. No response. “Daryl?”

You could feel his breathing quicken alerting you that was now awake.

“Y/N? Wha’s wrong? Somethin-“

He felt it.

“Fuck,” he groaned pulling his body from yours, you couldn’t help but feel empty at the feeling of him pulling away, “y/n, I’m so sorry, i-“

“Daryl it’s okay.” You reassure him quietly. “It happens to all men when they’re sleeping sometimes.”

The foreign feeling was already lightening inside you, you flushed at the fact that your best friend was making you feel this way, although you’ve found him attractive for a long time you had never felt sexually for him, but now it was hitting you all at once. The thought of him inside you was making your breathing quicken, your walls suddenly clenching around nothing as the throbbing feeling between your legs grew.

Daryl on the other hand, he always thought about you in a loving way and a way that he could take you over his motorcycle and have you sputtering incoherent words after he was done with you. All of his wet dreams and fantasy’s coming out to play. He couldn’t help the embarrassment he felt knowing you felt him poking you all because you couldn’t lay still, his aching tent already missing the friction you were proving him innocently without noticing.

“Ya alright’?” He drawls, noticing your breathing change.

You looked up at him, the dark outline of his concerned eyes looking into yours. You blinked at him. You couldn’t tell him how bad you were starting to want him in every way while there was people amongst you sleeping. His hot breath close enough to your lips, you almost wanted to whimper, it was pathetic, you have never had a man so close to you, making you feel this way.

You press your lips against his in a haste, without thinking catching him by total surprise. Your hands move their way up into his hair, pulling him closer and twisting it in the process, his tongue sinking into your mouth, you softly whimpered into his mouth, keeping yourself quiet, the sound set him off, his hips bucking into yours to find some kind of relief, you lifted your leg over his hip inviting him in. That’s when you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you, something you had never felt before, something your fingers didn’t provide you. His bulge pressing up against your clit, grinding against you, your head now spinning at the new found pleasure.

“D-Daryl,” you whimpered into his mouth. “Oh, O-oh, right there.”

His smirk against your mouth made it well aware of how good this felt for you, your hips lifting to meet his as he grinds into you pushing you harder against him. His erection aching at the hushed sounds falling from your lips. His hand placing its self on your lower back pulling you closer to him.

“Feel good?” He murmurs against your lips.

You nod, gasping at the feeling. You were now squirming and panting feeling so desperate for him. The heat spreading in your belly like you’ve never felt before, your breathing quickening.

“D-Dar, I feel f-funny.” You pant, whispering quietly, your actions speeding up.

He abruptly stops, disconnecting your bodies, you whine softly at the loss of feeling the heat in your belly suddenly dissolving while you were aching between your legs. His hand reaches up, brushing your hair from your face, you’re alert now, brought back down to reality as your breathing returns almost to normal.

“Y/N,” he whispers softly. “This your first time?”

You were silent for a moment. How does he know? Your face flushes once again, the heat radiating throughout your body. You wanted to lie, to tell him you’re not a virgin but he would know. Daryl already did know, he sensed it from the moment you kissed him, realizing your kiss was good but not experienced and how desperately you wanted him, he took note on how you didn’t understand you were about to have an orgasm because you have never experienced one, But the thought of him being the only person to ever touch you, to ever make you feel like this, well it turned him on even more.

“I-i,” you started.

“It’s okay.” He soothed, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “You want to do this?”

The excitement travels through you once again. Yes. You screamed mentally.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Daryl, I want you.”

His hand finds it’s way between your legs, slipping his fingers into your panties, his breathing quickens when he feels just how wet you are for him. His fingers find your clit rubbing softly, you gasp electric jolting through your body. You wanted him badly, even in spite of all the people laying near you.

“Takin’ all my self control not to fuck the shit out of ya.” He breathes. “So wet. Ya drippin’ Y/N. I did that to ya?”

You nod. It was hard to keep up with all the emotions running through your body, his fingers dip sliding in and out of you effortlessly, the warm feeling in your belly heating up again. You bury your face in his neck to control your whimpers, riding his fingers at this point. He chuckles at the desperation of your hips moving quickly against his fingers, you feel the knot in your belly release, shuddering against his shoulder. Your thighs began to shake, your insides feeling completely relaxed.

“You ain’t never?”

“No.” You whispered. “Never.”

He smirks. “Glad to be ya first, sunshine.”

You could still feel his problem poking into you. Your nerves were back, eating away at you. As much as you wanted to suggest something you were scared, you weren’t experienced and was worried you’d fuck up leaving you embarrassed.

“Do you want to, you know?” You suggested quietly.

“You know there’s people around right?”

“Yes.”

There was a pause.

“You want me that bad, baby?”

The nickname made butterflies erupt in your stomach. The feeling between your legs was coming back in a more frustrated feeling, begging, aching, needing for more. Daryl had been dreaming of this moment since crawling into this sleeping bag with you, he kept his sexual feelings at bay but now they were here and he couldn’t be happy enough to take you right here right now in this sleeping bag even with people around.

“Mhm.” You bit your lip.

In a sudden move he was on top on you, his arms caging you in while he works his lips against your neck.

“Gotta be fast.” He whispers in your ear, the hot breath tickling you.

“And quiet.”

He undoes his jeans he was set on sleeping in since he didn’t want to change into pajamas, being slow with his actions making you want to whine for him. The friction of his jeans making his erection twitch. He fumbles with your panties getting them down your legs quickly, glancing around for anyone but everyone still seemed to be asleep. You both thanked god that it was very much dark in this room or else someone would’ve definitely saw you both.

“Ready?” He whispers.

“Yes.”

His tip achingly prodding at your opening. You were very wet making it easy enough for him to slip inside you slowly. The pain was mixed with pleasure, easing perfectly into you as your walls hugged him tightly, you clenched around him making his hips stutter.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Don’t do tha, gonna make me cum.”

Your hands found their way around his neck, that pain suddenly morphing into pleasure, his lips connect with yours, hiding all the moans and whimpers. Daryl could say that he was in heaven, every move making him gasp at how wet you were, how tight you felt around him. Pleasure he’s never felt before, he was somewhere between earth and fantasy. He continued his rhythm, your breathing was becoming more scattered. His hand instinctively comes up to your mouth covering it.

“Quiet,” he whispers harshly.

“I-I can’t.” You mumble into his skin.

His hips speed up, chasing his high. He could tell you were close from how you were clenching around him, making him want to moan. The warm feeling traveling through your belly makes another appearance, his hand tightening across your mouth as you lift you pelvis up to meet his, he was suddenly hitting every sweet spot in your body making your eyes roll back as your head tilts back, orgasming on his cock. The sudden wetness and clenching sending him into his own orgasm, spilling his warmth inside you.

He pulls out, your legs shaking as you both lay there panting quietly. Unable to believe what had just happened. You were instantly pulled into sleepiness, your thoughts and worries melting away. You thought about doing this more when you were worried or anxious, your mind being pulled into a blissful state.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” You whisper lazily, turning your head to meet his eyes.

“No, everyone is wore out from the travel.” He explains. “You feelin’ better? No more squirmin’ against my dick while I’m tryin’ to sleep?”

You blush. “We should do this more often. It helps.”

He chuckles quietly, kissing your forehead. “I’m down for that.”

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Can you write reader taking care of a very sick Daryl after he collapses while on a run? Feverish, he tries to tell her how he feels but she blames the illness. He gets better, gets embarrassed, but then they talk and make out session ensues - interrupted by the rescue party for shits and giggles.

Sick

Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader

A/n: this is gonna be fluffy mostly, thought this idea was super cute. sorry it took so long ):

WARNINGS: heated make out, deliriously speaking, illness yeah yeah yeah

Daryl was sick, it was exactly what you feared these last few weeks. The flu was running rampant in the prison, taking out your group one by one, it was horrible to watch. You and few others were safe, luckily. Your nerves have ease since the outbreak of this illness but when Daryl started to avoid you, you crept around to see what his deal was and when you found him coughing and sniffling you knew something was up.

Although you knew he’d never admit to being sick, you could see it in his eyes. Your worried eyes searching his face everytime he coughs or sneezes, he knew something was off, passing it off as ‘allergies’, but your worried gaze broke his heart, he didn’t want you to worry about him. But he also didn’t want to be locked away with the rest of the sick people, away from you of all people, he needed to be here to protect you, he knew that if something happened to you while he was locked away he would never forgive himself.

Here both of you stood, in front of Rick, Daryl demanding he go on this run with you instead of Glenn or t-dogg, he knew they were good out there, there was no doubt but the only way to settle his nerves about you going was to come with you. Admittedly, you were on the fence about Daryl going, you could see in his eyes he was getting sicker by the minute and Rick could also sense something was off, but he was well aware of how stubborn Daryl could be.

“Daryl,” you stood behind him. “You don’t need to do this, you should rest.”

“I’m fine.” He coughs a little bit before readjusting the items he was bringing with on the motorcycle. “Jus get in the car women.”

You cross your arms, watching him struggle a bit, biting back a few coughs. You wanted him to ride in the car with you instead of his motorcycle but he wouldn’t budge. Another thing you noticed as well was he wouldn’t let you be too close to him.

“I will as soon as you get in the car with me.”

He sighed. “M’ fine. I told you, I need fresh air. Missed this.”

“I’m just worried about you, Daryl.” You knew the affect your saddened voice has on him, how could he ever say no to you? It just wasn’t possible.

He knew you were only worried about him, as his cough was starting to deepen he realized he might be worried about himself as well.

“Okay,” he agreed, grumbling. “Let’s go.”

The car ride was almost silent, Daryl wasn’t much of a talker and your nerves were getting the best of you, he sat a seat away, you driving after a small fight about him being the man and wanting to drive but you felt like he was in no shape. His coughs turning into hacking, you kept glancing over at him.

“M’ fine. Quit lookin’ at me like that.” He mumbles, resting his head against the window.

“You don’t seem like it.” You turn your focus to the road. “You know I’m just worried.”

“Nothin’ is gonna take me out, sunshine.” He jokes, you blush at the pet name.

“You can’t promise me that, anything could happen, Daryl.”

Daryl was your best friend, the first person you had continued with since the group found you out there stumbling around, dying of dehydration. You both have been close since the beginning and you were well aware of the attachment you had grown to your best friend, realizing it was unhealthy, you knew it was okay because it would never go further than that.

Arriving to the desired spot, an old run down gas station across from a neighborhood you put the vehicle in park, turning off the truck. Your eyes turn to meet Daryls but suddenly they widen, taking in his features.

“Daryl,” you panick. “You’re sweating.”

“It’s hot in here.” He grumbles, wiping the small beats of sweat off his head. “Let’s go.”

“Maybe we should go home, I don’t think you need to be doing this.”

“God damnit, I said I’m fine!” He suddenly spats.

You jump slightly at his tone, realizing you’ve heard him talk this way to other people but somehow have never been on the other end. His eyes soften instantly due to your reaction, sighing harshly.

“M’ sorry. But seriously, I’m okay, can we just go? I don’t wanna talk ‘bout this anymore.”

You sigh, hesitantly agreeing. His skin was getting pale but you knew at this point saying anything to him was useless, he was too stubborn to listen to your words, he’d rather keep pushing.

You followed closely behind him, your gun raised, searching the area. His crossbow up as well, you always felt safe with him, he always would protect you, almost like he would jump in front of a bullet for you, as your friendship grows so does your love but both of you knew neither of that would matter because neither of you would ever admit to it.

After searching the gas station and few houses, making sure to stay close to one another, you had found a few items but when you got back to the truck, you noticed no Daryl, and nothing had been loaded on the truck. Your heart instantly stops, panic rushing through your veins. Where could he be? Did he get hurt? Did someone take him? The thoughts were running endlessly.

“Daryl?” You call out, the worry lacing your voice.

You leave the items unattended, you knew he hadn’t gone far off on his own will, he wouldn’t do that you. He always kept his word and stayed close. Running back down to the neighborhood, your feet continuously smacking the pavement, you find the first house he was in, searching it.

“Daryl? Are you in here?” You call out.

Nothing. Silence. You run up the steps, checking the rooms, again nothing. Your mind was racing at this point, your heart beat thumping against your rib cage. The emotions wanted to spill but you held them back, your eyes filling with water. You can’t lose him, not now.

The next house you seen him go into, the door was left open. Indicating that there was possibility he was still in there. You fling the door open, the living room empty, your eyes searching every corner, the liquid threatening to spill from your eyes. Nothing.

“Daryl!” You call out, shakily. “Daryl please tell me you’re in here.”

You search the living room, upstairs, the hallways, nothing. That’s until your footsteps patter into the kitchen area.

“Y/N?” Daryl calls out weakly.

You heart instantly filling with sadness at the site. The tears were now spilling down your cheeks, your eyes wander down the pale, sweating Daryl sitting on the kitchen floor next to the fridge. He is sick, very sick. Your heart pangs, instantly running over to get down with him.

“Daryl,” you cry, wiping his sweaty hair from his forehead. “I knew something was wrong, I knew you were sick.”

The emotions were over whelming. Your were scared, more scared than you ever have been in your life. This had confirmed your feelings about him indefinitely. You knew there was no hiding it now. His pale sunken eyes meet yours, his breathing slightly shallowed. Your hands were shaking.

“M’ okay, don’t worry ‘bout me.” His voice shakes.

You shake your head at him. “God damn it, Daryl Dixon. You’re the most stubborn person I know.”

He cracks a smile at your sudden outburst. But you were serious, he really was. You bring your hand to his forehead, feeling his temp. He was hot to the touch, burning up. You could feel the body heat radiating off of him.

“You’re running a fever, we have to get you back to Hershel.” You tell him quickly.

“Jus’ give me a minute.” He shakes his head. “I love ya so much.”

Your eyes meet him, sudden confusion written on your face. Daryl wasn’t aware of his words, the fever over taking his emotions. He wasn’t in the right state of mind but he knew those words were truthful. He always knew he loved you, but the words spilling out at the sight of you caring for him just came so naturally, he didn’t have to think twice.

Although Daryl has told you that he has loved you before, it was clear this was different meaning. The way his eyes were sparkling and how desperate his tone was. Like it was something he’s been holding back for a long time, true feelings. Your heart began to melt as you thought of your next words, stunned.

“Daryl, what are you talking - you know what? Nevermind, we need to get you home.”

“The only reason I wanted to come out here with ya is so I could be with ya, take care of ya. You mean tha’ world to me, Y/N.” He mumbles, his eyes searching your face.

His speech was slow, you were well aware he was now speaking delusionally which only made your mind race more. How high was his fever? You blushed at his words and shook it off instantly. He has no idea what he’s saying.

You take his arm, lifting him up, he wraps it around your neck, carrying most of his body weight himself but he was still heavy against you. He was slow, dragging his feet with yours taking all of his energy just to lift himself.

“I mean it Y/N, yer ma world.” He slurs. “Never felt tha’ way ‘bout anyone. Jus’ you.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You had wondered where this sudden outburst came from but ultimately you knew it was a result from the fever. He was delirious, speaking out of his ass. You didn’t say anything back to feed into his rambling you were surely going to tease him about this when he felt better.

“Y/N,” he speaks again. “Look at me.”

You glance up at him and realize he’s been looking at you the entire time.

“Ya so god damn beautiful, bunny.” He murmurs. “Hope ya know I mean all these words.”

Your face turns beat red at the nickname. Remembering he use to tease you with it when you first met because he took you out hunting and you caught bunny, just one, so from there on he tease you with the nickname. You couldn’t believe he still remembered it after all these years. It still made your heart flutter.

“That fever is really kicking your ass.” You laugh, trudging him along.

“Not the fever, Y/N, ma’ real feelings. I ain’t afraid of nothin’ but I’m afraid of dyin’ and not gettin’ to tell ya how I feel.” He starts. “Yer the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His words although slow, you felt they meant something. Something in his voice told you his words were sincere, they were coming so effortlessly, like he didn’t need to think about it because he had been practicing this forever. You wanted him to shut up. The words had you a blushing mess, but you knew as soon as this sickness was over you’d have to confront him about it, you were not looking forward to that.

You helped him into the front seat, your face still red and your heart thumping nervously, you needed to get him back to Rick and Hershel.

“We’ll talk about this when you feel better, Daryl.” You spoke softly.

“Whatever you say, Bunny.” He mumbles, his head against the window.

-

It had been about two weeks before Daryl was feeling better. You had came to visit him multiple times a day, worrying about him. The sickness hit him hard, you worried so much that you were begging Rick to let you inside the place, risking getting yourself sick just to have your last moments with him. There was a big glass between you both and he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t stand being away from you.

You hadn’t told him about his feverish words back on the run, you could tell he was just starting to gain actual consciousness of his surroundings a few days ago, he hadn’t mentioned his words, he just kept asking what happened and how he got there.

He was healing fast, his cough has resided, the blood from the cough was now gone, he was alert, awake and stubborn as ever, threatening to break out of sick groups cell as soon as he got the chance. The group had taken a fall from Daryl being sick, considering he was one of the important men and Ricks right hand man.

“You miss me?” Daryl jokes, throwing the curtains back to your cell room.

You eyes lit up in surprise, god how you’d missed your best friend. Your nervous mind was instantly calmed when he took you up in a hug, squeezing you.

“Daryl,” you choked out. “I can’t breathe.”

He chuckled, his big arms unwrapping you. He looked like himself, you missed this, you missed him. You knew it was time to ask him about his words, but you were scared. Really scared. Of his reaction and rejection, embarrassment was already running through your body. He must of noticed your serious look, he could always sense when something thing was wrong,

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, questioning look crossing his face.

You didn’t want to look at him, your cheeks already lighting up. You knew you weren’t getting out of this without telling him, you pondering if you actually wanted to tell him or just lie about it, you didn’t enjoy lying about things but some times calls for drastic messaures.

“Y/N?”

“N-nothing.” You finally say. “How are you feeling?”

“Nah, what’s wrong? I know that look.”

Of course he does. Shit. You finally meet his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed down into his normal curious look. You hated when he looked at you with those eyes. You could melt under them.

Daryl was worried you weren’t exactly happy to see him. He wasn’t even sure of how he got to where he ended up with all those sick people, what if he did something to hurt you? Said something to hurt you?

“Just something you said when you were sick.” You admit.

Instant fear ran through his body at the possibly of what could’ve been said to you. He was clearly delirious and out of his mind but the look on his face told him whatever he said was important to you and weighed heavy on your mind.

“W-what’d I say?”

“Just that you loved me.” You shrug.

“Why’s that bad?”

“Because your tone was different.”

Daryl looked at you for a moment, hiding behind his beautiful long brown hair, blue eyes you’ve came to love, staring deeply into your eyes. He knew he loved you, he thought it was obvious enough. After everything you both have been through how could he not love you? You were everything to him and he would do anything to protect you. He just couldn’t believe he didn’t get to say it to you in a more conscious state of mind, he might have saved himself the embarrassment because he was for sure that you didn’t feel the same way.

You noticed his posture, he was nervous, his nerves were eating him alive. You knew that look all too well. He was panicking inside. You knew exactly how to fix his situation, without a word you leaned up, cupping his cheek, feeling the bristles from his beard poking at you, connecting your lips. The sparks inside you were running rampant at the feeling. Daryl’s lips felt perfect on yours, without hesitation he kissed you back with the even more passion.

His body reacting before his mind he pushes you up against the wall, his hands pulling your back closer to him to close the proximity. Your hands waver up his shirt feeling his warmth and muscles under your touch making him shiver with the contact. Your kiss was needy and desperate and he was falling putty into your hands, allowing your hands to roam where they please.

But your hands found there way to his hair, it set something off in him. Tugging on his hair slightly erupted a groan from him straight into your mouth and you felt it travel all the way down you. This wasn’t suppose to be happening but the adrenaline coursing through you both was too much to handle.

You couldn’t help but pray that none of this ruined your friendship.

“Daryl, are you-“ You could hear the sound of Rick walking past the prison cells. “Well holy shit.”

You both instantly disconnected bodies, staring into the faces of Rick, Glenn, Hershel and Maggie staring back at you. Some faces shocked, some faces smirking as they knew all too well. The embarrassment burned both of your cheeks, readjusting yourselves. You both were never going to live this down.

“You comin’?” Ricks voice wavers through the prison once more.

“What?” Daryl asks back, slightly confused and taken back by his words.

“You comin’?” Glenn repeats now, a smirk littering his face causing a swat from Maggie. “You know, to help take out the walkers at the gate?”

“Oh.” He sighs, realizing that’s not what they meant. “Yeah, yeah, M’ comin’.”

A few of them begin to snicker, walking away from the cell to leave you both drowning in your own embarrassment. At this point you just wanted to run away and hide, being both of the shyest people here being caught in a hot and heavy make out session was just not exactly what you wanted to envision for yours and Daryl’s first kiss.

You looked at him, giggling and he let a half smile cross his lips. You weren’t sure of a lot of things anymore in this world but one thing you knew is that you love Daryl back, probably even more than that.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Tease

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: you guys are literally amazing ??? thank you so much for all the support!!

Warnings: teasing, unprotected sex etc. 18+

You loved teasing Daryl. It was just one of the many things you enjoyed with your relationship with him, it kept things spicy, and unexpected. He on the other hand, well it drives him insane to say the least. He can’t handle it, watching you be all sexy and adorable and not dragging you somewhere out of the eyes so he can fuck you senseless for being such a brat but all you can do is tell him you can’t help it because he’s just so sexy when he does little things around Alexandria.

You couldn’t help but to wear the little skirts you know turned him on, bending over in front of him, or the dresses that slide down your clevlage a little too much, making him protective over you, which ultimately turns you on even more with his aggressive demeanor, it was probably one of your favorite things.

One time, he was helping carry some of the boxes of items that were found on a run, you couldn’t help but watch him sweat in the heat, his big muscles flex with every move making your panties a pooling mess, wanting him to manhandle you right then and there. So when he finally notices you’re watching, he slips away promising to be back and heads over to find out what’s wrong with you but when he cups your face, rubbing his thumb across your lip, you gently bite down gently on the pad of his thumb, slipping it into your mouth and sucking on it.

The sight of him getting fluster, the bulge growing in his pants makes you smirk as your actions succeed, staring down at you through squinted eyes as all his dirtiest thoughts run wild.

“What’s gotten into ya lately?” He asks quietly.

You release his thumb from your mouth and respond. “Just want you so bad, Dar.”

But in all honesty, you weren’t sure what has gotten into you. Maybe hormones or maybe you’re just going insane but you can’t keep your hands off of him. Everything he does has you melting and your panties dripping. You can’t help but to get turned on even more knowing that once you speak the words, he’s taking you behind the houses or out in the woods to fuck you senseless.

This time, you were sitting on the other side of the street watching your boyfriend work on his car, he tends to do that often, it seems to be a hobby of his to work on the cars and keep them well maintained. But you just couldn’t stop looking at his muscles flexing in the process, the sweat dripping down them, his hair over his eyes, the back hands from the oil, grunting and just being so..Daryl.

The ice cream you were eating was suddenly dripping down your forearm, causing you to bring it do your face, licking from your elbow all the way to your finger tips. What you did know is that Daryl has already noticed you and you were trying to make it worse for him. Your tongue swirling around the melting ice cream, taking it slow, while giving him your doe eyes that you know he loves.

His burning glare, halting his movements his full focus on you just the way you liked it. His eyes trailed up to the little skirt you were in all the way up to your rapid tongue movements. The sight had him throbbing in his pants, mentally groaning. He wanted to take you over this car right here, right now.

The streets were fairly quiet, a few people passing here and there but when you uncrossed your legs, giving him a three second flash of the panties you had underneath the skirt it was over. His eyes widened, looking around before he dropped the screw driver, his legs faltering to you. You smirked knowing exactly what you’ve caused.

He was determined to fuck you senseless just for being a little brat, for teasing him. He was fed up. He couldn’t get any work done because his mind was constantly sidetracked with making you take him while you’re in that little skirt or making you take his cock in your mouth slobbering and drooling all over it until the mascara from your eyes has stained your face.

“What do ya think yer doin’?” He asks with frustration lacing his tone.

His thumb and index finger holding your face, forcing you to look at him. His sudden reaction causing you to drop your ice cream, your eyes wide staring back into his lust filled once.

“What do ya want baby? You miss my cock that bad?”

You swallow, electricity fueling your body with his touch, his words do nothing but turn you on, you nod slowly, blinking up at him. Your panties were for sure dropping by now.

“Aw, at a lost for words now, sunshine?” He cracks at smirk. “All that talk but no action now?”

“S-sorry, Dar.” You murmur.

Daryls actions had taken you by surprise. He was never this aggressive, this forthcoming. You realize you spark a nerve in him and boy were you enjoying it.

“Tha’s it? All you gotta say?” He brings your face closer to his. “Tha’s fine, I’ll give ya what ya want.”

His words traveled right down to your aching core, adrenaline coursing through your body. His hands left your face, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him in the house, his big hand collapsing your small one. You loved the size difference between both of you, something about him being bigger and dominating you, trapping you against the mattress while he fucks you into oblivion makes your eyes roll at the thought.

He grabs your leg causing you gasp as he shoves you up against the wall, his harden bulge now against your aching clit, you whimper at the feeling, wanting him so bad you hips buck to his but he holds them down with his strength making you look back up at him.

“You feel this? This is what yer doin’ to me baby.” He presses his erection up against you even more. “Every damn day.”

“I-I can’t help it, you just look so hot.” You breathe your hands clutching his arm muscles.

“Little fucking slut,” he spats pushing up against you harder, grinding against you. “Can’t even work round here. Can’t stop thinkin bout you takin my cock all day.”

“D-Daryl-“

The whimper made the tent in his pants ache even more. Without words, you settle on your knees, staring up at him with big eyes, his heart instantly melting at the sight. You reach up, holding his hips and place a soft kiss on the bulge of his jeans causing his breathing to become shallow.

You unbutton the pants, your fingerings playing with the zipper. He waits in anticipation, his usual shyness now falling over him. The adorable shy Daryl you’ve been searching for. You hook your fingers into his waist band, pulling it down, your fingers flex around his erection, causing his breathing to hitch while his chest rises and falls.

“Aahh, right there, sunshine.” He grumbles, his hips jerking.

You lean forward, putting him into your mouth, a sharp breath falling from his lips. The effect you had on him was taking over. Daryl looked down at you, placing his hands into your hair to create a makeshift ponytail. He was in full pleasure, throbbing in your mouth while you slowly teased him, kitten licking the tip and sucking hard.

You gagged slightly, his tip touching the back of your throat, your pace had now picked up causing whimpers to fall from his lips.

“Y-y/n, if ya don’t stop I’m gon’ cum.” He looks down, his hair falling into his eyes.

You start bobbing your head faster, sucking harder, his head falls back, gripping your hair even tighter, until he suddenly lifts your mouth off of him a haste. You look up at him, a string of slobber dangling from your lips in a look of confusion, his breathing scattered, he runs his finger over your bottom lip.

“Need to cum inside ya.”

Is all he says before kicking his pants off and lifting you onto the couch, your lips connect and your tongues entwine leaving you instantly breathless. His body pinning you down and his hips in between your legs, his hand trails up from your hips softly over your belly to your breast squeezing and rubbing them. You groan involuntarily and lift your hips to meet his in hope of finding some fiction.

“Daryl please.” You moan. “Make love to me.”

You close your eyes as his work continues on your breast, kissing down your neck. You tug on his hair making him groan in your mouth. His find their way up your dress, pulling down your panties.

“Already so wet.” He murmurs against your lips, flinging the panties somewhere in the room.

He spits on his hand, rubbing it onto his erection and pushing it in to you. You moan, your body stuttering as you bury your face in his neck, the feeling of him filling you up was delicious. You wrap your legs around his waist and he stares down at you, lightly leaving kisses all over your cheeks.

“So tight,” he grunts, his eyes rolling back with sensation. “Ya feel so good around me, Y/N.”

You pull him closer in response. He slowly moves in and out of you chasing that warm feeling to pool in your belly, you clench around him causing him to grunt. His movements start to quicken letting you know that he is close. Your eyes close and you fall into the feeling of heaven, digging your nails into his back, he grunts once more filling you up with his orgasm, breathing heavily as his head falls into your neck.

“That was amazing.” You breath.

He chuckles. “Yeah? I think so too.”

You loved how Daryl looked all the time but there was something about how he looked after sex that you adored. The glimmer in his eyes, the sweat on his body, how he looks at you. Almost in another planet. You reach of, pecking his nose with your soft lips, giggling at him.

“Wha?” He questioned, looking down at you with concern.

“You’re just so beautiful after sex.” You smile, shrugging your shoulders.

“Beautiful?” His cheeks began to heat up at your words.

“Yes Daryl Dixon, you are so beautiful and I love you so much.” You tell him cupping both of his cheeks bringing his lips to connect yours.

“Love ya so much more.” He whispers against your lips.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

YEAH HE LOVES ME BUT HE FUCKS ME LIKE HE HATES MY GUTS

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Attitude

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/n: this was just a random scenario I thought about late at night. i appreciate your rebloggs and stuff!!! this account is for all the smutty Daryl girlies😘 hope you have been enjoying the content ❤️

WARNINGS: smut just some sweet love making(duh) angst, Daryl’s attitude (always), dirty talk, daddy daryl (yesssss) etc. 18+

Scenario: Rick is fed up with Daryls attitude, sensing that you both have been at each others throats lately, he suggests you help him take off the edge, but you instantly deny not wanting to push Daryls buttons even more, how could you say no when he sends Rosita and Maggie to your door to help you out a little with planning for that big night?

Daryls new found attitude struck something in Rick. It wasn’t his normal sassy attitude or slight remarks, it was filled with anger and aggravation lacing everything he said. Constantly getting into it with the people who lived at Alexandria, willingly putting himself in danger and even fighting more with Rick than anyone.

Rick knew something was off, being yours and Daryl’s neighbor he could almost hear everything. Every door slam, everytime a glass shatters, even the screaming. So he knew you both had been at each others throats recently, it wasn’t like you and Daryl to fight like this, but the reality of things weren’t so great and it was crashing hard on you both. You practically couldn’t be in a room with each other for more than ten minutes before one of you is trying to claw the others eyes out. It has been exhausting to say the least.

“Yeah, now get back to fuckin’ work. Ain’t got time to sit around playin’ princess all day.” Daryl muttered to one of the people was on a group run with them. “Prick.” He muttered once they walked away.

Rick stopped loading cans into the truck, raising an eyebrow at the aggravated man.

“You know you ain’t gotta be so harsh.” He says, shaking his head.

“Harsh?” He practically spits. “Dude ain’t done nothin’ all day, comin’ up here tellin’ us some bullshit.”

“Whatever you say Daryl.” He shakes his head continuing to put the food on the truck, ignoring the scowl on Daryl’s face.

Rick made a plan to talk to you, he knew it would be easy to get you alone because Daryl wasn’t home often due to your fighting. He mostly would stay in the garage working on his bike, going hunting, anything he could do the avoid another heated argument.

The doors to Alexandria opened and he found you sitting on yours and Daryl’s welcoming home, sipping on something to drink as you watched the kids play in the grass. You seemed to be in a good mood which made Rick definitely want to talk to you right now.

“So what else are you doin’ today?” Rick looks over at Daryl.

His head placed on the window, chewing on the skin of his nail.

“Workin’ on the bike.” He grumbled. “Need ta take it for a ride so I can see if everythings good on it.”

Daryl knew everything worked perfect on the bike. He was good with his hands, especially when working on cars and bikes. He was trying to keep a safe distance between you both hoping whatever was happening between you both would subside, he loved you to death. No matter what, he didn’t want to lose you but he also didn’t want to spend his time arguing with you.

Rick nodded, sending Daryl off to go on his bike, hoping he would make it in time before your good mood wore off. He sent a wave out to Daryl as he drove off through the gates, he made contact with you seeing you scowling at him.

“I’ll be right back. You guys got this?” Rick asked the people helping unload the truck, they all nodded.

He jogged quickly over to your porch, you noticed his presence, your surprised reaction to him since he never comes around often unless he’s looking for Daryl but you saw him wave at him as he went out the gates so you knew he was not looking for him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted you, taking a seat next to you.

“Oh, wow, it’s the famous Rick Grimes.” You joke. “I hate to break it to you but your right hand man just left.”

“I was actually here to talk to you.”

You met his gaze, his face was serious. You wondered what Daryl had done for this conversation to arise this evening. Rick never came to you about Daryl. He figure it was more like bro code thing.

“I’m listening.”

“Daryl has been…” he starts, trying to find the words.

“Moody? Irritable? Temperamental?”

“Yeah, all that.” He laughs, scratching the back of his neck. “What’s going on?”

You sigh, you didn’t want to talk about it but you knew you would eventually have to. You felt bad for the people having to deal with his attitude on a daily basis, he was already not the most friendly person, so when he gets angry it instantly makes everyone uncomfortable. You knew the feeling all too well.

“After the saviors, after the people we lost, he’s just been so out of it. So everytime I bring it up, it just turns into a screaming match. Now his feelings are more intense, everything I say is something to attack him.” You spilled. “I don’t know what’s going on, I just know I also can’t deal with his attitude.”

Rick nodded, listening intently to your words. “I think you should help him.”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean help him? I try, it’s just Daryl will always be Daryl.”

Rick shakes his head. “No, not like that. Maybe you know, help take the edge off a little.”

Oh. Your eyes widened. That’s what he meant. You felt silly for not catching on faster. A blush rose to your cheeks fast. It had been a very long time since you and Daryl were intimate. It’s not like either of you needed it, you were mostly the horny one, he does enjoy the occasional sex but it’s rare. He shows absolutely no interest in times like this when you were both at each others throats.

“No,” you shot him down. “He wouldn’t want to. Especially not now.”

Rick hesitated for a moment, trying to word his next sentence without embarrassing you or Daryl. Daryl was no stranger to Rick, they would talk about their fantasies together, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober. They were guys after all, but they would only tell each other, they both kept their sex life private.

“Try putting on a skirt and knee socks.” He blurts, feeling embarrassed. “Daryl told me he wanted to see you in that a while ago..said it was a fantasy of his.”

You blushed, your eyes shooting up to his. “He said that?”

Rick nodded. “Just to me, nobody else.”

“Rick, are you telling me you know Daryl’s sexual fantasies about me?”

A blush rose to his cheeks, regretting his words. “Some, that was the one talked about a few times. Please don’t tell him I said anything.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wasn’t planning to because it’s not happening.”

“Just think about it.” He said before standing up. “Gotta get back to work.”

With that he trudged off making you thinking about all the other fantasy’s Daryl had told him. You shook your head, there’s no way I’m doing that.

-

The knocks at the door interrupted you from folding your clothes, scaring you in the process. Daryl was still not home, which was usual, he was very moody today and you were grateful for the space but in the same sense you missed your boyfriend, it weighed heavy on you. Both of you distracting yourselves from each other.

“Rosita? Maggie?” You were surprised to see them, the sun was just now setting. They were never out this late.

“Y/N!” Rosita pushed her way in, Maggie following in behind her.

You stood there shocked, they welcome theirselves in. You give them a confused look.

“Why are you here?”

“Rick sent us.”

The smirk Rosita was making all made sense now. You suddenly feel really embarrassed. What did he tell them? What if Daryl shows up? Your thoughts running wild as Maggie drops her bag on the table.

“So, as you know,” Maggie starts. “Daryls been a bit moody.”

“We came here to help you,” Rositas smirk getting bigger. “Think of us as your…sex fairies.”

Oh gosh. You were not a talker about your intimate life. Although you Maggie and Rosita seemed to be the closest you would never spill your secrets to them about yours and Daryl’s sex life. It was just something private. Your hair falls in front of your face, attempting to hide your deep red cheeks as they start pulling things out of the bag.

Your eyes widen at the first item of clothing, a black skirt. A very short black skirt. Next is some black lace underwear, hardly covering any of your ass at all. It just looked like a item of fabric, next a black lace bra to match, as well as some white knee socks. Exactly what Rick said was his fantasy.

“Well?” Rosita calls out, directing your attention to their burning gazes.

You don’t reply, they look at you like they’re waiting on your opinion. And quiet honestly you were way too embarrassed to even speak.

“Don’t be embarsssd,” Maggie laughs. “Sex is normal.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say.” You stutter.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to say anything, just go put this on and wait around for Daryl to get home.” Rosita says, throwing the outfit in your hand and pushing you towards the bathroom.

“I don’t even know when he’s going to come home.”

“Soon, Rick is distracting him.”

That little… this was exactly his plan. He wasn’t going to give you an option, you should’ve known.

“I’m telling Rick to send Daryl out in 20 minutes, get ready and have the best sex of your life.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough.” You smile lightly, blushing. “Go, out, out, out.”

Both of them laugh as your hands push them towards the doorway. They knew exactly the effect this situation had on you.

You close the bathroom door. Holy shit, this is actually happening. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t excited, it had been a few months since you and Daryl were last intimate with each other. You were now aware of how everytime you wore a simple skirt he was eyefucking you and giving you all of his attention. You should’ve known.

After getting dressed, you tiptoe down the stairs. Still no sign of Daryl. You felt unusually slutty in the very skimpy outfit. Your blood was running heated through your veins, mixed with adrenaline and lust. You couldn’t wait for him to get home to see you, but what if he didn’t want you? You prepared yourself for rejection. Just try.

You run over to the bag they left, was there anything else in here? Bending over, you rummage through it, seeing all kinds of random items that didn’t match exactly what you wanted. Maybe an intoxicating perfume? Alcohol to ease your nerves? Your body froze when you heard the door open and quickly shut behind you. Please be Daryl, please be Daryl.

“Holy..shit.” You heard the familiar voice behind you breathe.

It was him.

What you weren’t aware of is the absolute view you were giving him. All bent over in a little skirt, your panties in full view, your socks all the way up to your knees. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wonder all over you, already feeling the growing tent in his pants.

“Daryl, I’m sorry I-“ but he cuts you off.

“You readin’ my mind or somethin’?” He steps closer.

You already turned to meet his gaze, his facial expression shocked and hungry. You realized Rick wasn’t lying. Your heart starts pounding as your mind is spinning like a ballerina. His gaze was so intense.

“You look so..hot.” He runs his hands down to your hips, yanking you closer. “You wear this fo me?”

You nod, your mouth dry. “Y-yes.”

Daryl chuckles at your reaction. He still makes you nervous after all these years. His mind was suddenly clear, the only thoughts were of fucking you in this little skirt and making you cum all over his cock. The thought was mind consuming. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

You slowly take the initiative, unbuttoning his flannel, your hands run over his broad shoulders, the warmth of his skin invading yours. That familiar ache between your legs coming back after a long time. His lips are parted, searching between your eyes and lips, his breathing deepens.

He leans down, connecting your lips together, he groans in your mouth, his fingers rubbing circles into your hips. God, he’s missed this but so have you. This kiss is instantly passionate, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. The desire was laced in the kiss, the sparks neither of you have felt in a long time.

“God, Y/N.” He groans pulling away. “You feel what yer doin’ to me?”

Daryl pulls your hips closer, pressing his erection into your stomach, you gasp, pushing your thighs together. You wanted him so bad.

“Come ere’.”

He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you to the kitchen, you squeal in his grip causing him to tap your ass. He sits you down on the island of the kitchen, pulling your legs closer to his body, pressing his erection into your core. You squirm against him, trying to get friction, he chuckles at your desperation.

“Daryl, please.” You whimper. “I-I want you so bad.”

This was a new look on you, desperation. Daryl hadn’t seen you so desperate for his cock, ever. You were a squirming mess in his grip, trying to find any kind of relief against him. He couldn’t say it didn’t turn him on even more. He presses his throbbing erection into you more. You find a grip, moving against him, moans and whimpers falling from your mouth.

You were in ecstasy, his denim rubbing against your clit against your very thin underwear. You grab his shoulders, gripping onto them as you ground yourself harder into him. He wasn’t sure how long he could handle the feelings you were giving him.

“Feel good?” He whispers, rubbing his nose from your ear down your jaw.

“Y-yes.” You whimper.

“Yes what?”

You knew the words he was asking for instantly.

“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good.”

You knew Daryl loved being call that in the bed. You weren’t sure why, but it was one of the things that got him riled up, once those words fall from your pretty little lips, he melts, giving into whatever you want.

“Please-“ you breathe harshly. “Fuck me, please.”

He kisses your neck, his hands in your bra rubbing your nipples slowly. The feeling in your stomach was about to snap, you continued your motion against him, him occasionally thursting against you. The heat was radiating from him, warming you all over.

You suddenly lose all sense of self control, an earth shattering orgasm radiating deep from with in you.

“D-Daryl, I’m g-gonna…” you breath out.

You head falls back, his lips still attacking your neck, grunting in the process, his nails digging into his back, you let go, releasing in you panties.

“What a mess ya made,” he chuckles. “Good girl. Feel better?”

You nod, suddenly feeling exhausted. You hadn’t felt that way in such a long time. But before you could protest another orgasm, Daryl flips you over, your stomach against the cold surface of the island, you shutter at the feeling, his erection suddenly pressed up against you making you once again squirming against him.

“Don’t think I can control myself when you’re wearin’ this, baby.” He breathes, his hands wondering under the skirt and down your curves.

His thick fingers slip your panties to the side, the gasp of cold hair hitting your exposed area, he runs his finger up your slit, collecting all your orgasm and wetness, he grabs your hair pulling you back against him so your back is against his chest.

“My dirty little slut,” he runs his nose against your cheek. “Suck, see how ya taste.”

He pushes his finger into your mouth. You can taste your arousal against his fingers, his hand holding you around your hips securely, you moan against his fingers. You have never had this kind of sex with Daryl. He was being so..dirty. You itched to touch him but you couldn’t.

“Ya taste so good, baby.” He let you go against the counter stop again, your nipples Harding at the coldness. “I ain’t takin’ this skirt off ya. Gonna fuck ya till you see colors.”

“Please,” you breathe. “Please daddy, I want to feel you inside me so bad.”

He complies, unbuttoning his pants. He springs free, rubbing his tip against your entrance. Daryl wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe the moodiness from the last few days or maybe his girlfriend in this little skirt bent over in front of him was driving him insane but he was mad man.

His breathing labored, your body sparking as his tourtious movement up and down against your once again aching core, he suddenly pushes into you, your empty feeling now filled by his fullness. You moan and gasp, feeling him bottom out in you.

“Ohh..” you sigh in relief. “Thay feels amazing.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Daryl groans. “It’s been so long.”

He was hard. Very hard. He pulls you closer, his forearm holding your hips up, rocking in and out. You try to lift up on your toes to feel him more, he was hitting that soft pleasure spot into your repeadtly making you whimper and shudder. He always knew exactly how to hit every spot. You submit yourself to him, his thickness stretching you with every move, you could feel him throbbing inside you.

He reaches under, rubbing that little ball of nerves causing you to jolt forward from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Still,” he snaps. “Been drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy all week.”

His movements become faster, angrier, you could feel him letting his anger out from above you. Pleasure flies down your body, your face smooshed into the countertop.

“D-daddy..I’m gonna cum.” You whimper.

He smacks your ass harshly sending the pain straight to your throbbing core. “Come on ma cock, sunshine.”

And you do. Your legs shaking, you’re overstimulated as his movements continue, it burns hot and deep inside you. He doesn’t stop as your body spirals down from climax.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispers.

You feel helpless under his strong body, you clench around him, he hisses, he bucks into you relentlessly, chasing his own high. A string of grunts and whimpers falling from his lips as he thrusts all the way into you, cuming deep inside you. His thrusts stop, you wince as he pulls out of you, you turn to face him.

“I love you so much more, Daryl Dixon.” You whisper caressing his face.

The beads of sweat fall down his face as he leans into your touch, you feel his warm orgasm running down your thighs. He pulls you into his arms, burying his head into your neck.

“I’m sorry I been such a dick.” He murmurs.

You high him back tighter. “It’s okay, I have been too.”

It worked. Rick was a genius. You made a mental note thank him.

“No, seriously. I’m sorry, don’t wanna lose ya, won’t ever treat ya like that again. Ya mean the world to me, Y/N.” He spills. “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

You laugh. “No, you didn’t. That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, I agree.” He laughs his cheeks turning a shade of red. “Missed it.”

“I did too. Again tomorrow?” You joke.

“Tomorrow? How about tonight, again.” He smirks. “Never throw this outfit away.”

He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you squeal, taking you right up to your shared room so he can make love again to you all night.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

I’d love to see some Daryl x reader with some real Daryl whump. Serious but not too serious. They end up holed up somewhere, both with injuries but out of danger, but realize that they could have lost one another and act on their feelings then and there. Hot smut with ouchies and blood and maybe some woozy, aloof Daryl afterwards from blood loss. Happy ending, of course.

The things I like to read scare me sometimes.

Beautiful Bloody Mess

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/n: ohhhh this gonna get realllll smutty. thanks for requesting babe! keep em’ coming. i love to write for you all!!

WARNINGS: filthy filthy smut, blood, injuries, dirty talk, exhaustion, spanking etc. you know the deal babes. 18+

You and Daryl always found yourself in situations together. Whether that be going on runs, hunting or just being on guard watch together, you both sense the group did it on purpose, seeing how your friendship was, it wouldn’t surprise them if you both were secretly seeing each other, although you weren’t, the jokes they make still makes your stomach do flips while sending a deep blush over both of your faces.

You both found yourself in a new situation, one that was particularly dangerous. Very dangerous. The Governor had recently blown up the prison leaving it crumbling after him and his people attacked them, sending their group fleeing in opposite directions. They had no idea who was alive and who wasn’t, you both were trying to process the losses and truama you both had just lived, but you and Daryl on the run together, it was so much more than expected. The dangerous situations you were currently put in made you both question if someone was trying to test your sanity.

You both were pretty good at fighting together, Daryls quick aim and sharp precision while your skills with fighting, and your equally quick aim worked perfect together, knowing you both always had each others backs no matter what. You always felt safe with him.

Currently, you weren’t so sure of how safe you were. You both were running for your life, fleeing from the evading herd of walkers you had been fighting off for the last hour, restless, hungry, and exhaustion seemed to be beginning to bare on your bodies, it felt like you could never out run the herd that was closing in on you both.

Daryls back was turned towards yours, taking one side of the herd out before you both could start running again, his crossbow taking out each walker in his direction and pulling the arrow out of its skull. You on the other hand, had ran out of bullets a long time ago, making it even more difficult for the both of you, so a knife you both found at an abandoned house hours ago would had to do, but it wasn’t enough to be fast and quick with which is exactly what you had to do.

“Fuck!” You yelled out the knife blade clattering against the ground, falling right off the handle. It was done for, you didn’t even know how many walkers you’ve killed with it.

Daryls attention was immediately turned to you, searching you for mere seconds trying find a bite mark on you, something he was way too terrified to find on you. A walker walks into him pushing him down as he was caught off guard causing his foot to fall out from underneath of him, his body hitting a log.

“Daryl!” You panicked.

You instantly picked the blade off the ground clutching it hard in your hands, your own survival instincts kicking in, you could feel the blood dripping down your arm, stabbing it directly in the head. You grabbed his hand helping him up. The walkers smelling your blood instantly sending them into a wild frenzy, all their attention on you.

“I’m sorry, I-“ you started but he quickly cut you off.

“No time, Y/N, run!” He spoke quickly.

You both ran for your lives. Your chests heaving, the searing pain in you hand was slowing you down, you could still feel the blood running down your arm. But you had no time to look, no time to check on Daryl. But he was more worried about you than anything. His wrist now covered in your blood from you helping him up was worrying him as he glanced over at you for a moment before continuing to run, but he was in pain himself, his head was killing him after that fall and merely made him black out for a moment.

Bodies aching, blood dripping, dirty as hell. You both were a mess. The growls were becoming lower and lower but Daryl knew you couldn’t out run a herd, they would always catch up or you would run into another one. His protective self kicked in, not wanting you to be in danger anymore. Through blurry eyes he began searching for somewhere to hide.

“The house!” He suddenly shouted, pointing to it. “Go there.”

You didn’t hesitate but as soon as you started running in that direction, your foot was immediately caught in something sending you flying down into the leaves, the sheer panic volted through your body like an electrical shock.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Daryl growled, running right to your side to check out your injuries.

“What is it?” You panicked feeling your foot in the darkness, not being able to see. “Daryl?!”

“Fuckin’ bear trap.” He heaved out of breath.

Your heart beated furiously realizing the herd was minutes behind you, fearing this was going to be your last moments with Daryl. If he was going to do this, he had to be quick.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die aren’t I, Daryl?” You searched his face, but he was studying the extent of your injuries.

“No you ain’t, girl.” He muttered, his hands adverting to the bear trap. “Hold still.”

He feels relief once he realizes the bear trap did in fact by some miracle not go through your boot entirely, just enough to slice you to make her bleed. They both winced pulling the shoe off, the red dots starting to stand up red around the hurt area.

“Let’s go.” He pulls you up.

The adrenaline and pain was starting to build up. All of the hunger, pain, exhaustion, blood loss was going to your head. But daryl was admittedly in his own world as well. He yanks the door open, searching the house as you came in behind him, his cross bow aimed, realizing there was nothing you sighed in relief and he pulled you to the floor harshly out of the walkers view hoping they would pass.

You winced.

“Your hand, it’s still bleedin’.” He examined it through the darkness, you looked down and sure enough your hand was still bleeding, not as much as it was a few moments ago but it still made you woozy to look at. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him.

“My fuckin’ head.” He winced, placing his hand on his head. “Hurts like a bitch.”

Blood was running from his head right down to his shoulder, it made you freeze, dizziness coming over your body at the sight. It was bad. How was he still alert? You had no idea. But the sheering pain was enough to make him want to lay down and take a nap.

“Oh my god, your head, it’s bleeding!”

Your hands went straight to the side of his head, feeling softly over the cut. It definitely needed stitches. He grunted, moving away from your hand slightly. It broke your heart to see him in this much pain. He looked over at you with half lidded eyes.

His restless, wild gaze flickered all over your face. Soaking it in. You were bloody but damn you were a beautiful bloody mess to him. After almost losing you out there, he was starting to realize just how much he wanted you here, with him. That’s how Daryl knew he was falling in love with you. He didn’t prefer the company of anyone else, he enjoyed being alone, that was until he met you.

“You’re looking at me all crazy.” You muttered, the dizziness blurring your vision.

His eyes stayed locked on you. His hand reaching up to push back a strand of your hair, his shaky fingers tickled your cheeks bringing you back down to earth for a moment, you body was tense and in pain but the pain was starting to put you in a new world. He reaches down, pulling your chin between his fingers to bring your eyes to meet his.

“Yer jus so damn beautiful.” He mutters lazily.

There was something about Daryl that was not himself, you couldn’t put your finger on it. Your mind was equally hazed, and Daryl’s head was spinning, being so close to you.

He began to move just a fraction of a second towards you, his lips parted, his breathing hitching, you could feel his hot breath on your lips. What is going on? You wondered but you had no time to think, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

A new found confidence surged through you as you pressed your lips against his, but with the passion neither of you were expecting due to the circumstances. He couldn’t find the energy to move his muscles to pull you closer to him, to pull the air up from his lungs. You both were trying to shake off the pain.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, your body trembling to deepen the kiss, his lips sluggishly moving against yours. You could feel the blood from you injury smearing onto his clothes and neck with every touch.

Suddenly your fingers were tangled his hair, pulling it ever so slightly making you both wince. A grunt falling from his lips letting you know he enjoyed the pain. Both of your tongues thrashed against each other. You needed to feel his adrenaline, his passion, his anxiety. You needed to feel him. Daryl feels the exact same way about you. It was an exciting thought.

He pulls back away from you, his eyes now a darker shade, his hands resting on the sides of your face.

“Damn.” He mutters.

“Damn.” You mock him.

You giggle at his expression. You want to hug him, this man who you were so afraid of and intimidated by a few years ago but now here you are, injured and holed up in a cabin waiting for a herd to pass by making out like some horny teenagers.

“I want you, Daryl.” You suddenly felt the words fall from your lips, the aching feeling getting worse by the second. “Please.”

“Gettin’ there.”

You fingers fiddle with his flannel buttons, he chuckles at your sudden desperation for him, trying hard to control himself, you curse at yourself struggling with the buttons and he reaches down offering to help you. You hands move from his shirt as he continues to unbutton it, you hands going straight to the semi-hard tent in his pants, you could feel his breathing hitch just from the small movement alone.

Daryl was never a man who wanted sex, until now. The feelings were washing over him rapidly as you began to rub him through his jeans, teasing him ever so lightly. He has had sex before but just with random drunk hookups he never remembered feeling anything, or feeling like this per-say.

You fiddle with his belt, pulling it off and unbuttoning his pants. The blood on your hands smearing onto the belt and his abdomen, leaving traces of you all over his body.

“You don’t gotta.” He suddenly reassured you.

You shook your head. “No, I want to.”

“We have to stay quiet.” He whispers.

“You should tell yourself that.”

You yank his boxers down, freeing him. His cock stood to your attention. Your eyes widened at the size, you werent expecting him to be so long and thick. He chuckled at your reaction.

“It’s hard for you, baby. Touch it.” He whispers.

His words travel straight to your aching core. Your hands intertwine with his pubic hair moving right to his aching cock. He lets out a sigh of relief when you wrap your hand around him,squeezing him softly. Your hand moves at a slow torturous rate, running your hand over the tip softly, causing him to jump. His whimpers were enough to send you into an orgasm.

“You said be quiet, baby.” You recited his own words.

A small blush formed on his cheeks. You’d never called him that before. Your hand stroking him seems to get to the right pace, his hips bucking into your hand. His sweaty hair falling into his face. His hands using all the strength they had as he pulls you onto his thigh, moving your hips against it, sending instant relief to your aching clit. You gasp at the feeling, the denim rubbing against you, you were dripping by now for sure.

“Fuck, I-I want you so bad.” He mutters.

You had never seen Daryl like this. Falling apart completely under you, it was new sight. A sight you would never forget. It turned you on even more how easily he could fall apart under your touch.

“I’m gonna uh,” he grunts, his hips bucking into your hand. “Fuck, that feels amazing just like that. I’m gonna cum.”

You could tell he was getting close, you sped up your movements with you hands and hips, his mouth falling open, you ground yourself against his thigh, a whimper falling from your mouth as he pushes his knee up against you harder. You felt the feeling deep in your stomach, your hand tightening around his throbbing cock, his hands rubbing circles on your hips so hard you were sure they were leaving marks.

He whimpered one last time, pulling you close to him, the blood from your hand was smearing across his chest at this point, making his sweat a tad bit more slippery as you dug your nails into his shoulder, he made a low sound in his throat.

“Doin’ so good baby. Feels so good.” He moans quietly.

His reassurance sent you over the edge, your hips bucking rapidly, the feeling releasing somewhere deep in your stomach, shortly followed by Daryls own release too. His white hot spurts of cum falling on your hand, you instantly took your hand to your mouth licking it clean, he groans at the sight of your tongue moving against your hand so teasingly.

“God, women. What you do to me.” He shakes his head.

“That was amazing.” You comment, your body coming down.

“Ain’t done with you yet.” He chuckle, now tugging on your pants.

He was a beautiful sight to see so close up. He looked even hotter covered in your blood. His hands trail down, tugging at the hem once more. You stand up instantly pulling off your pants discarding them somewhere in the dark house. His eyes were hungry, taking in your body as you take off your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra. It was just too uncomfortable in the heat.

“God damn,” he almost moans at the sight. “You ain’t been wearing anything underneath that the whole night?”

“It gets too hot out here sometimes.” You shyly mutter suddenly feeling exposed in his presence.

“You’re tellin’ me.”

You sit back down but a quick swift motion Daryl flips you over, the moonlight giving him the perfect view of you dripping down your thighs.

“You want my cock, bunny? Tell me you want it.” He demands.

“I want your cock so deep inside me.” You whimper, the cold air hitting your exposed area.

“Yer so impatient, look at ya, your drippin’ down your legs and I’ve hardly even touched ya.” He chuckles, his fingers running up and down your wet slit.

You whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers, but he instantly retracts them, his hand smacking down hard on your bottom, causing you to moan and jolt forward a new sensation washing over you.

“I said be quiet.” He spits, grabbing your hair and pulling you back. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” you mutter. “S-so sorry.”

“Yer about ta be in a second.”

The sentence made the achiness between your legs go wild, squeezing your thighs together harshly. The feel of him inside you, stretching you, making you whimper and cum on his cock was sending him into a mad man. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had wanted this for as long as you did but he didn’t realize how bad until now.

The quietness of the cabin was broken by both of your tangled breaths, his cock begging to be inside you. He takes the tip of himself, pushing it against your clit, a squeal falling from your lips. He continues the torture, moving delicately against you, causing your wetness to drip more, you push back against him, enjoying the feeling of him against you.

“You’re gonna kill me, darlin’.” He groans.

“P-please.” You beg.

“You sure?” He suddenly stops leaving you a squirming mess, his hips holding you back from pushing against him.

“I’m sure Daryl, ugh, just fuck me.” You say slightly aggravated.

That was all he needing to hear before pushing himself in you all the way. He slides into you again, repeatedly. The feeling was better than you have ever imagined, you’d had your fair share of boyfriends but sex has never felt like this. His hips pressing down on you, spreading your legs wider so he could push deeper into you, moving at an achingly slow pace, savoring every feeling of you.

The feeling was mind blowing. Your pace matched with his as you began to basically ride his cock from in front of him. He smacks your ass once more, you flinch a whimper falling from your lips. His pace increased, his grunts were heavier than before, his finger nails digging into your hips.

“So tight, so wet, all for me.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “All mine.”

You were speechless, the feeling in your belly starting to snap. You clench around him, his strokes skipping a beat for a moment. He thought about how vulnerable and completely exposed you were, his hands reaching under to find your clit causing you to clench around him again.

You gasp loudly, that familiar feeling washing over you again. He’s slamming into you relentlessly. You let go, clenching and throbbing around him, a string of curse words followed behind by Daryl. Pumping in and out of you slowly as you both come down from your highs, he pulls out, cuming all over your back and ass, it was the perfect view.

“Daryl!” You squealed.

“Sorry,” he laughed, pulling you to look at him again. “Think the herds gone now.”

You look at him, your chest heaving. The exhaustion washing over you even more. Your legs were sore and you were injured along with him. Your hand had stopped bleeding.

“That’s all you can say?”

“Get some rest. I’ll keep watch.” Stroking your hair behind your ear.

That was the last thing you heard before falling into your deep sleep.

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Tipsy

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this!! it was fun for me to write. reblogs are appreciated<3

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, p-in-v, spanking, should i say more? 18+!!!

Daryl wasn’t sure how he got here but he knew he wasn’t complaining. His hands ran over his face at the girl below him, begging him to take her. His thoughts were scattered and he was aching as well. He couldn’t help but to think back to the exact thing that brought them alone together in this very room.

Rosita was having a welcoming party for some of the survivors him and Rick had found on the way back from a run, they were very trustworthy people Rick thought, Daryl on other had have some concerns but eventually brushed it off. She was very welcoming to this new found group of people, leaving Daryl to become protective over her anytime she was in a room with them or around them.

But somehow this welcoming party ended up with a few shots of whiskey and other drinks Rosita pulled from her cabinet. Which turned into a very let lose Rosita who sat at the table making sexual jokes towards the girl and Daryl making their cheeks and face turn a blood red color. She wanted her embarrassment to slip away from her so a few more shots should do the trick, but that only turned into more embarrassment when she lost control of herself, clinging to Daryls sides, rubbing his arms and complimenting him every so often.

It was no surprise her and Daryl had something. But it wasn’t really anything to slap a label on, neither of them did that kind of stuff, the rest of the group was aware of the strange friendship they had, sneaking off together to find abandoned cabins so you could spend time together, Daryls light hearted effort at bringing her things back from a run that put himself in danger sometimes just for her, the fact that every time the group was on the run before they found Alexandria they both always seemed to choose each other to snuggle up to in the abandoned places or in the ice chattering winter. It never failed, they always chose each other, but that’s as far as it went, there no kissing, no romance, just small things that made them both very much close.

That was until tonight. Daryl was flustered to say the least, he had no idea how to help her in her state of mind especially when she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so he snuck away leaving you with Tara and Rosita as he sat in the corner, keeping a close eye on her as she danced and laughed with the other girls, this was the first time Daryl had ever seen her so careless, free, having fun. He loved this look on her.

“Daryl!” She slurred, stumbling over to him.

She met eyes with the man, almsot tripping over her own feet. Her body was warm with alcohol, her head spinning and joy rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure when she had let lose this much but she was enjoying it. She fell right into his lap, her legs over his while she wrapped her arms around his neck, earning a grunt from him. She looked at his flustered face giggling at his reaction, she was fully aware of the effect she had on him. She placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“Wha was that for?” His cheeks flushed even more.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Who would if I didn’t?” He joked, she laughed along with him.

Daryl was impressed at himself for controlling hisself but it was getting more difficult as the alcohol coursed through both of their bodies and she began squirming and giggling in his lap. She leaned up, grabbing his bottle from the table sat in front of him, he noticed her dress rose up almost flashing him in the progress. She sat back down, adjusting herself and that’s when she felt it. Him.

Daryl wasn’t sure what it was, the alcohol or the girl that he loved dearly sitting on his lap in a very short dress, taunting him enticingly with every move. She smirked, now realizing exactly what she was doing to him.

“You want me or something, big guy?” She giggled drunkenly, her hands on his broad shoulders.

He grunted. “I’m sorry, I-“

“Take me to bed then.” She began to rub his shoulders.

This was killing him. Every moment.

“No, y/n-“

“Pleaseeee.” She pouts.

How could he say no to that?

“You’ve hada nough.” He grumbles, pulling the beer bottle from her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

The disappointment flooded through her along with the slight embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she said that and that a few seconds ago she was sitting on Daryl Dixons lap while he had a boner, all because of her.

She let out a squeal when he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the door. She was far too clumsy to walk and he could definitely handle his liquor. Her face buried itself in his chest, the cool wind blowing against her skin.

“You’re warm.” She mutters, eyes feeling heavy.

“You gonna pass out on me?” He jokes.

“Maybe.”

Once Daryl gets her to her house, he lays her in the soft bed, she grips his collar pulling him to her.

“Please kiss me.” She begs needly.

“Yer drunk, Y/N.” He sighs, his hands planted on both sides of her now.

“So are you, please I want you.”

All of the begging made him slightly uncomfortable in his pants, she connected their lips and Daryl didn’t kiss back at first but when he did another foreign feeling exploded through her, going straight between her legs. She whimpered against his lips, causing his breathing to hitch slightly as she rubbed her legs together to get rid of the friction.

“Daryl, please, I-“

“You want me baby?” His hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“Yes.” She breathes.

She giggles, hooking her hands in the hem of his pants, cupping him in his ever so aching areas, a groan fell from his lip. She rubbed him slowly, seeing the effect it had on him made the wetness in her panties spread. She wanted him so bad for so long she couldn’t believe it was finally here.

“Wanna-wanna feel you around me so bad.” He mutters, his hips bucking into her palm.

She squeals once his hands get under her dress, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending vibrations through her as he presses a finger down to her aching wet core, causing her to whimper. “This for me?”

“All for you.”

“You wear this to tease me tonight? Dancin’ around in this little short dress, touchin’ on me. You knew what you were doing, ya little slut.”

His words were laced with lust. Pressing his thumb down harder to her clit, she moaned her hands shaking has he rubbed slowly, her hands finding her way to his shoulders. Her legs instinctively spread, inviting him in, he thrusts into her every so often, his other hand rubbing circles on her hips. She was falling apart underneath of him and he was enjoying it.

“You want this?” He asks but nothing was heard from her besides whimpers and moans. “You gotta use your words sunshine.”

“Y-yes.” She moans. “I want it, take it from me. I wanna make you feel so good.”

He moves his hand off causing her whine at the lack of sensation. “I should spank ya for teasing me like this.”

Oh man. She thinks, realizing the trouble she has gotten herself into. She did admittedly wear this dress just for Daryl, hoping he would notice her but he noticed her in different way. In one swift motion he sits down, grabbing both of her wrists and yanking her over his lap, she gasps. Her legs squeeze together, rubbing together for friction once more, her core dripping, begging and aching for him to touch her.

“Yer so needy baby. S’hot.” He murmurs, rubbing her skin from her back down.

She whimpers as soon as his hand makes contact with her skin, he lifts his hand and lands hard. The pain connects with her aching core, sending her forward slightly. He runs his index finger up and down her core.

“You like that baby?” He whispers, she nods, causing him to land his hand back down on her. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“Y-yes. Touch me, please!”

His hand lands hard again, rubbing the stinging part.

“I should make ya beg for it. Teasin’ me like that. Just like ya do all the time, this is for all those times, Y/N.” He says, the tent in his pants aching.

He collects the slick from between her legs and sinks two fingers inside her. She’s whimpering, aching and begging across his lap. Her body takes over, the knot in her stomach begging to be released as his thick fingers falter in and out, in and out. Her orgasm was intense, her thighs shaking and jolting from under his touch. He pulls them out in one swift motion, bringing them to his mouth and sucking off the juiced.

“You taste so good, bunny.” He groans.

“I want you inside, Daryl.” She begs, squirming from underneath him. “Please.”

He flips her over onto her back, her legs spread inviting him in. The sight is enough to bring you to heaven. He runs his hands over his face. The drunkness mixed with pleasure was something she’d never felt before, Daryl was definitely the only man to make her feel this way.

Daryl unzips his pants in one go, pulling down his boxers and taking his shirt off. His thick cock springs out of his boxers against his stomach, throbbing as every vein sticks out. Her eyes widen. Oh boy was she in for a surprise. He places his hand on her face, brushing her hair back. Her innocent drunk eyes looking into his. He was melting.

“You sure?” He asks.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Daryl Dixon.” Her impatient response earns a chuckle from him.

He enters in one more, breathing harshly through his nose.

“Ahh!” She whimpers.

The bliss over came her, she pushes back to his thrust, leaving her breathless. Her wetness made him slick enough to slide out easily and re enter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for me, sunshine.” He hissed. “S-so good. Feels so good.”

“You feel so good. I love making you feel good.”

His thumb lands on her clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles. The feeling was once again taking over her body. She began clenching around him, causing another hiss out him, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Daryl would never forget the sounds falling from her lips. Her second orgasm sent her spiraling into sweet sweet serenity, shortly Daryl following behind with a string of cuss words, fully emptying in her. He pulls out watching the leaking cum slide out of her and he smirks, falling down in the bed next to her.

Her eyes were half closed, her breathing restoring back to normal. His mind suddenly shook from all the filthy thoughts and turned them into sweet cute ones, loving how messy her hair was, and how she was still in her dress, it rolled up and her panties slipped to the side for his easy access. He couldn’t help but savor the moment of the beautiful girl he loves, all fucked out because of him.

“Did I fuck ya to sleep, sunshine?” He whispers, running his fingers softly through her hair.

“Mhm.” She hums.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He whispers placing a small kiss on her head.

She grabs his wrists. “No, stay. I want to snuggle with you.”

Snuggle? He snorts.

“Anything for you, bunny.”

He dips back down in the bed, holding her tight against his warm chest. Both slipping into a deep drunken sleep.

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helloooo! just a new writer on here. i was wondering if there’s any demand for daryl dixon/norman reedus fluff/smut etc.??