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Negan: And why aren’t you kneeling like everyone else? You think you’re better than me?

Y/N: Unless I’m giving head, I ain’t kneeling for NO man.

Negan: Oh, I like you.

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simon doesn’t use his phone much. and he definitely doesn’t use it to take photos of himself. but you’ve begged him for photos. he’ll text you what he’s up to, and you always respond “let me see!” he finally caves and does what you say, though he won’t lie, it embarrasses him a little bit. and then one day, after he’s done showering, he sends you a quick mirror pic, his chest bare and damp, sweatpants low on his waist, with the text “just finished showering.” you hadn’t even asked this time, he just figured when he told you, you’d plead for a photo, so he was just saving time. and when you respond with how badly that made you need him, he comes to the conclusion that maybe sending you photos isn’t so bad.

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imo, the way Merle visibly loses all respect for the Governor so FAST isn't talked about enough

like???Merle obviously has such a taste for violence and conflict, and is highkey sexist, with that being said, after seeing the way the Governor assaulted Maggie, Merle never looks at him the same way and nobody talks about that

the absolute "ok what is your fucking problem" look on Merle's face when seeing the aftermath of the Governor's bullshit here is so telling. Merle has fucked up morals, but he has morals, the Governor doesn't have any morals. in a way that reminds me of how abysmal Merle's introduction was, yet it was Shane that ended up being the big bad of the group

honestly i lowkey think his loss of respect started as soon as the Governor said he'd "take care" of things with Maggie. Merle may be a big mouthed trouble maker, but he's not stupid. he knew exactly what shit was gonna happen as soon as the Governor showed any interest in being in Maggie's presence

mans was absolutely pondering why tf he's even here or under the command of a man like the Governor. Merle ain't a saint but he can certainly recognize evil

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gif not mine

Daryl: Where the hell you been?!

Y/N: On a run.

Daryl: Ya didn’t tell me ya was goin’ on any run!

Y/N: What’s it matter? I’m home and I’m safe.

Daryl: You’re home. Ya ain’t safe.

Y/N, smirking: What’re you gonna do? Spank me?

Daryl, throwing her over his shoulder: ‘Mong other things.

Y/N, blinking: Wait! You’re supposed to get all flustered and red and scurry off!

Daryl: Yeah, well… you was s’posed to stay home.

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How do you prefer your towels after showering/bathing/going to the beach etc?

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Crush series, no. 2 • Rick Grimes 💋💗

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gif @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Y/N: The real treasure is the memories we made along the way.

Negan: …

Negan: I almost died.

Daryl: S’my favorite memory.

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Sugar

Merle x Fem!reader

Smut

I looked back from the rooftop door. Merle was still handcuffed there, screaming for someone to come back, pulling hard on his restraints.

My heart racing, I turned back to T-Dog. “Gimme the key!”

He didn’t hear me at first so I yelled again.

He frowned at me as if I was crazy. “What? Come on, we gotta go!” He kept descending the stairs.

My frustration and fear grew. I felt stuck in place, between freedom and mercy. On the one hand would anyone really miss Merle if he died? His brother maybe. Then I put myself in Daryl’s shoes and reconsidered. Merle’s increasingly desperate cries for help won out.

“Gimme the damn key! I don’t care if he’s a dick, I can’t leave anyone to die like that!” I reached my hand out to T-Dog, one hand keeping the door open. For a moment it looked like he was going to ignore me and keep going. I felt the desperation in my own body increase. It didn’t matter the kind of person Merle was, it was inhumane to leave a person to starve to death, even if the walkers didn’t reach him.

Finally, T-Dog reached into his pocket and pressed the key into my hand. I dropped my bag in the doorway as I ran back to Merle.

Someone called out to me from the stairs but I couldn’t hear them over the sound of my own breaths.

The relief that washed over Merle’s face told me I’d made the right choice. “Sweet baby Jesus. You came back for me. Quick! Unlock it! That’s it. Come on.”

I kneeled down in front of Merle, leaning over to see better.

He grabbed my waist with his free hand, pulling me into a straddle over his lap. I gasped and almost dropped the key.

“For god’s sake Merle! I nearly dropped the key.” I tried to move away but he held me tight.

We’d met shortly after the downfall. He and Daryl joined the group and Merle’s made sexual advances every day since. Although he was touchy and flirty, he never pushed or pressured for more.

A tiny part of me liked his attention. Maybe it was my inadvertent attraction to red flag men, I didn’t know but what I did know was that my pride stopped me from letting him get into my knickers. I’d never hear the end of it. The others would never approve.

I’d hoped he would prove himself before I let him bed me, only it hadn’t happened and now we were here…

We were here…alone.

No, I had to free him and we had to go. I shouldn’t even be thinking about sex at a time like this…

As if Merle could sense my thoughts, he smirked as the cuffs clinked free. His other arm was quick to slip around my waist.

“Hey, uh, since we’re here, how’s about we have a little fun, eh?” His hands traveled up and down my back, teasing the hem of my jeans over my ass. My heart race quickened but not because of the walkers.

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, we wouldn’t have time. The others are waiting.” Again I pushed against him to no avail. A hardness pressed up into my jeans just then and I stopped.

“You sure about that?” He teased, pressing me down onto his erection. I gasped softly.

“Merle. We have to go.” I said softly, trying to calm myself and get him to see reason.

“All I need is 2 minutes.” Merle pulled me closer, leaning up to move his face closer to mine. Was he about to kiss me?

“2 minutes is too long. The others are waiting. They’ll come back up any second now, wondering where I am.”

“Baby, they’ve left us. They woulda been up here by now otherwise.” His fingers reached in front of us and slowly worked the button of my jeans. I let him and he continued to unzip my jeans, trace his fingers over the front of my underwear.

At this point there was almost no denying my lust for him, letting him touch me like this.

“I knew it. I knew from the moment I met ya.” He gently pressed his lips to mine and my eyes closed against the feel of his soft yet dry lips.

“Shut up, Merle.” I murmured against his mouth.

“Stand for me, baby.” He pulled back just slightly to look at my face.

For a moment I didn’t move. I contemplated whether to stand as he said or stand and go to the door. He didn’t push me to move, just let me sit in my thoughts for a moment. Maybe he could tell I was thinking about letting him have me.

I pushed against him and stood, taking a step back. He shuffled forward, worked his jeans off just enough to release his cock, already dripping with pre cum. It looked so inviting.

“Take em off, sugar. Come on.” His tone was teasing, soft but full of lustful hunger. He was about to get a meal he’d been craving for months.

I kept eye contact with Merle as I shoved my jeans off, awkwardly kicking my shoes off with them. I kept my knickers on. They were nothing fancy, plain black with a tiny pink bow on the front hem but by the way he looked at them you’d think they were a lacy thong.

He reached out for me and I went back to my position, hovering over his erection. He wasted no time in slipping his fingers under the fabric, caressing my wet folds and shoving 2 fingers inside, in and out, savouring the feel of me.

“How’re you so wet, already? Been aching for this dick ain’t ya?” He held the fabric aside with one hand, holding my waist with the other, he guided his dripping dick to my hole.

“Don’t get so cocky, Merle.” I taunted as the head pushed against me.

I expected him to shove me down on it, instead he went slow, agonisingly and I squeezed myself around the bulbous head of his cock.

“God, your pussy feels like a dream, girl.” His voice was husky, his breath of stale cigarettes but I didn’t care. I was too aroused to care about much right then.

He held my waist and slid me down until I was full. His girth stretched me just enough that it hurt but felt amazing too. I moaned at the feel of it throbbing inside me.

“Ya like that? Huh?” He grunted against my lips, kissing me as he began to thrust erratically, guiding my hips with both hands he bounced me on his cock.

“Fuck, Merle.” I held onto his shoulders as my core tightened already.

“That’s my name, darlin’.” He grunted into my neck. His breaths becoming just as rapid as mine. He was close too.

I ground down onto him, realising with a start that the others could have left by now. They may not have waited for me.

“Merle, we have to hurry.” My voice came out breathless.

I gasped as he shoved himself deeper into me, his hands holding me firm on my hips, as he throbbed, spilling his cum into me.

At the same time he filled me, my orgasm came to a head too. The mixing sensations sending me over. I gripped onto his shoulders as he held onto me.

Breathless and coming down from our high, Merle chuckled softly under his breath.

“Always knew you had a thing for me.” He winked, wrapping his arms around me briefly. I could already him going flaccid, his cum dripping between us.

“Don’t get cocky, Merle.” I muttered as I shifted to stand on shaky legs. My groin was soaked in our juices but I had nothing to clean up with so I shoved my clothes back on, grimacing at the cold.

Merle watched, wide-eyed but said nothing as he got up and dressed too.

“Come on! They could’ve left by now!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door. From here, noises of commotion floated up to us. God, we’d wasted so much time.

As we sprinted down the stairs, our earlier escapade forgotten, we met with T-Dog and Rick fighting to get back up the stairwell.

Rick saw us first. “Come on!” He yelled. “What took you so long?” He growled, taking down a walker.

“I’ll explain later, let’s just get out of here!”

We finally make it to the van, Rick fighting his way to the driver door. Meanwhile Merle and I stumbled into the back.

Everyone was breathing hard but no one relaxed.

Andrea watched us for a moment before asking, “what took so long? We almost died waiting for you.” She glared at Merle as she said that last part.

I spoke up before Merle could. “The key jammed in the cuffs. I had to break him out.”

“Waste of time.” Morales muttered.

Merle laughed. I glared at him. “Yeah, that’s what happened.” He smirked at me but said nothing else.

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Hi friends! Question time:

In any piece of fiction, who do you think you could honestly and realistically pull?

For me: Merle Dixon

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Blasting heavy metal through my headphones at max volume feels like a warm hug

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This and your comfort character

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Reminiscence

“I’ll tell you something.” You mentioned, breaking the momentary silence in the car. “I sure miss Dominos pizza.” Your mouth watered at the memory.

It was clear as day, sitting in your living room with a dominos pizza box next to you on the sofa, tv remote in the other hand. The lighting was dim since it was the evening. With nothing to do the next day and no worries about being eaten.

“Nah, Pizza Hut is better.” Daryl grumbled next to you. He was leaning against the window with his elbow on the door, seemingly without a care in the world.

“What?!” You sat up and faced him as much as you could strapped in.

He turned to you and, upon seeing your expression, tried and failed to hide his smirk. “What?” He echoed.

“Pizza Hut??” You shook your head dramatically. “We’re not friends anymore, Daryl.” You promptly turned away to prove your point.

“Don’t tell me yer breaking up with me?” His tone was dry with a hint of sarcasm. It was a good job you were faced away because you almost laughed at that.

“I definitely am.” You turned back to him, feigning anger. “How dare you cheat on me with Pizza Hut!”

He smirked at you for a moment, probably waiting for your smile to break loose too. “Fine. You win. Dominos is better.”

“You’re just saying that-“

“Neither of you are right.” Rick piped in. “It’s Papa Johns.”

You and Daryl turned to Rick in the driver’s seat, bewildered.

“What?!” You and Daryl said together, looking at each other and your laughs finally broke free.

“Knew that would work.” Rick muttered to Michonne in the passenger seat.

“Yeah.” She chuckled, looking back at the two of you as your laughs died down again.

Silence filled the car again but this time the air felt lighter.

“I never got pizza all that often.” Daryl broke the silence again and you felt the others stiffen, knowing Daryl didn’t open up often. “But when I did it was always Merle who ordered it. He’d have the meatiest, spiciest pizza he could and I’d have pepperoni.” He was quiet for a moment, reliving the moment. “He’d always put on this show that I could never follow, didn’t care for it but it was one of those moments where everything felt normal. We felt like a, I don’t know, real family.”

Nobody responded straight away, rather letting the words and images they conjured to sink in, imagining Daryl and Merle sitting on a couch, each with a greasy slice of pizza each. For some reason, you struggled to picture it.

“Where did he order from?” You asked.

He smiled a bittersweet smile and said without looking up, “Dominos.”

“He had good taste in pizza.” You teased, playfully nudging him.

“He would have gloated so much if he heard you say they were better.”

“Doesn’t matter either way now, though.”

“Because he’s gone?”

“What? No because we can’t…order…pizza.” Your voice trailed off, realising how idiotic you sounded to be prattling on about pizza when Daryl was still mourning his brother. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. You’re good.” He smiled flat-lipped at you, looking a little uncomfortable at the turn in conversation.

“You know, we could probably make some pizza…” Michonne said it carefully, as though wanting to give both of you a gift of sorts without wanting to disappoint you if it turns out you couldn’t. “We have bread and tomatoes in the farm… we could probably make cheese…”

You leaned forward, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I appreciate that but you don’t have to worry. We were just reminiscing.”

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I feel this.

For me, my dream is that a story I write is something someone has been imagining/thinking about for ages and never written, nor asked someone to write but there it is, their perfect fic.

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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Good afternoon to my followers!

I wanted to come on here and make a quick post.

I know I haven’t posted/written anything for quite a while now. I do plan to come back to this one day, hopefully soon.

As it is I’ve just completely lacked the motivation and really any desire to write.

Unfortunately that’s how I am with things, I obsess over a hobby, leave it for a long time, come back, leave etc.

I’m not sure why it happens, because writing is one of my favourite things in the world. Second to reading.

Really, I’m writing this to say I’ll be back with more stories and things for you to enjoy and not to unfollow despite the long time away 😅.

I can never plan for these things so I don’t make a note in my bio because I always feel I’m on the verge of writing something new.

Thank you to those who have stayed, though. I come onto this app nearly every day to scroll, check my notifs and such.

It just leaves an ache in my chest when I close the app on another day without having written anything.

I know it’s just a hobby and I know there are far more important things than keeping a little blog up to date but I feel a little guilty nonetheless.

Anyway, if you took the time to read this, I appreciate you ❤️

Evie ✨

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gif @jaaryl

Y/N: You’re sexy, you know that?

Daryl, snorting: ‘Bout as sexy as a math book.

Y/N: I’ve never met anyone that opened a math book and didn’t say “fuck me.”