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Hey ! I just read your « The Last Of Us » fanfic and I loved it ! Can you write one between Dina and Ellie ? I think it can be really cute ! Maybe something about them discovering each other is ticklish for the first time ? Or anything you want ! Have a good day :)

The early morning sun slanted through the window, painting stripes of warm light across the rumpled sheets. Ellie, curled up against Dina's side, was feeling sleepier than usual, the rhythmic rise and fall of Dina's chest a soothing lullaby. A soft smile played on Ellie's lips as she traced the lines of Dina's face with her fingertip.

Dina, her eyes still closed, stirred slightly, her hand instinctively reaching out to capture Ellie's. "What are you doing?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Ellie chuckled, her voice a low murmur. "Just admiring you," she whispered, her fingers gently stroking Dina's cheek.

Dina opened her eyes, a sleepy smile curving her lips. "You're such a dick." she murmured, her voice laced with affection.

Ellie leaned in, her lips brushing against Dina's ear. "I can't help it," she whispered, her voice a husky breath. "You're just so beautiful."

Dina chuckled, her hand tightening around Ellie's. "Shut up. That's cheesy."

Ellie, unfazed, continued her playful banter. "You love it."

Dina rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh. "Whatever."

Ellie, her eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned closer, her lips brushing against Dina's neck. Her fingers gently tracing the curve of Dina's ribs.

Dina, feeling the warmth of Ellie's breath against her skin, let out a soft gasp, her body tensing with anticipation. "Ellie, no," she said, her voice a breathless whisper.

But Ellie was relentless. She gently tickled Dina's ribs, her laughter bubbling up like a spring. "Ha! You're ticklish!"

Dina, caught off guard, tried to suppress a giggle, but it escaped her lips, a soft, melodic sound that echoed through the quiet room. "ELLIE- STAHAHAP!" she cried.

Ellie, emboldened by her success, continued her assault, her fingers dancing across Dina's ribs, her laughter mingling with Dina's.

As Ellie began to wiggle her fingers inbetween Dina's ribs, Dina suddenly jerked and grasped Ellie's hips as Ellie touched a particular ticklish spot.

Ellie let out a small squeak, her hands coming to her hips to grab Dina's hands.

Pause.

Dina's laughter died down, and a shit eating grin crossed her face.

Ellie caught on and gave Dina a glare. "Don't."

But it was too late.

Dina easily flipped Ellie over onto her back, straddling her hips.

"You're ticklish too!"

Ellie was just about to reply, when Dina dug her fingers into Ellie's belly.

"N-NOO!" Ellie yelped, dissolving into giggles. She tried to grasp Dina's hands, which kept switching spots.

Dina cruelly used her nails to rake over Ellie's stomach. That sent Ellie into hysterics.

"DINA- PLEHEHEHEHEAGAHAHAHA!"

After what felt like ages, Dina finally stopped and flopped back down beside her girlfriend, who was a giggly puddle.

Dina rolled onto her side, giving Ellie a nudge. "Revenge." She teased.

Ellie gave her a menacing glare.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry it took so long!!

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the last of us wlw ler! ellie x lee! reader fic?

Hey! Yes ofc! Sorry it took a little while, I was trying to find motivation😭

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The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the dilapidated buildings of the old city. You and Ellie had spent the day scavenging for supplies, your laughter mingling with the heavy air as you joked about the previous night’s tense encounter with the Infected. Ellie’s spirit was a lifeline for you, a reminder that joy could be found even in the worst of times.

As you settled down for the evening on a faded, moth-eaten rug inside an abandoned apartment, the weight of the day pressed down on your shoulders. Ellie had discarded her pack to the side, sitting down against the edge of the dusty, beige bed in the room. She seemed relaxed to be by your side in that moment, but she was never fully relaxed. She didn't allow herself to be.

As you both sat in silence, exhaustion clinging to you both, Ellie glanced at you, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

She then spoke up.

"What’s wrong?" she teased, crossing her arms over her plaid shirt, her tone playfully mocking.

You chuckled, shaking your head, unable to meet her gaze. "Just tired, I guess. Can't wait to get back to Jackson."

“Oh, come on! We’ve been through worse.” Ellie nudged you with her shoulder. She seemed more playful tonight, unlike every other night. "You remember when we got lost while on patrol a few winters ago? That was fucking insane."

You couldn’t help but smile at the memory, but there was something about her playful tone that made your stomach flutter—a thrill blended with the underlying tension you both danced around. You leaned back, trying to hide your fluster, and sighed dramatically. “You're happy tonight. Well- more playful."

"Maybe I’m just happy to be with you," she replied, that mischievous smirk growing wider. “Or maybe you just need a little cheering up.”

Before you could even reply, she suddenly lunged at you. She managed to swiftly pin you down to the musty floor, straddling your hips. Her fingers wiggled in the air like a puppeteer ready to tug at the strings of a marionette. You tried to squirm under her, but she was suprisingly heavy.

“Ellie please, please please- no no no no-” you pleaded as she pinned your arms above your head with one hand. She looked back down at you, her using her pointer finger to trace along your jawline.

"You've always said you weren't ticklish," she teased, her auburn hair falling a little infront of her face. "But you're shit at hiding things."

You were just about to snap a reply back, but she was already going for it. The moment her fingertips made contact with your sides, you erupted in laughter, the sound reverberating off the walls. “NOHOHOHOOOAHAHAHAHA!!!” you squealed, trying to squirm away, but she was relentless. Her fingers switched between one side to the other, squeezing, spidering, poking...

"Your laugh is so cute." She teased, her fingers now drilling into your ribcage. Your laughter spiked, now trying to buck her off.

She didn't like that.

Suddenly, her fingers began to trail to your underarms.

Shit.

"ELLIE- Ellie ellie pleahehehehehease..." You desperately pleaded, giving up on squirming. But Ellie just smirked. And didn't say a word. She was just thoroughly enjoying you laugh. Her fingers eventually made their way to your underarms, and without any hesitation, she began to drill her fingers into the soft skin.

You lost it.

Each ticklish brush sent jolts of uncontrollable laughter through you. You couldn’t help but squirm and twist, your eyes watering from laughter, yet your heart felt lighter with each fit of giggles that erupted.

"OKAY- HAHAHAHA OKAY!! ” you cried, breathless, mirth spilling from your lips uncontrollably. Ellie finally relented, pulling her hands away and collapsing back beside you, both of you breathless and grinning.

But then came silence, and the air felt thick. You turned to her, hypnotized by her profile illuminated by the dying light, the remnants of your laughter echoing faintly. “You’re, uh, really good at that,” you said, a mixture of embarrassment and admiration flooding through you.

"Yeah? I’ve had a lot of practice tickling Joel,” she replied matter-of-factly. “But you’re way more fun. You’re cute when you laugh.”

Your cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment, and you felt an electric charge in your gut. You considered your next words carefully, the intimate moment hanging between you two heavy with unspoken emotions. “You know, it’s moments like this that make everything feel… manageable,” you finally said, your voice softer.

Ellie turned to you, her gaze piercing, filled with intensity. “Yeah. It’s nice to not think about all the horrible stuff for a change.” Her expression shifted, the playful flicker replaced with something deeper, an understanding that surged like lightning through the air.

You then got an idea. Maybe El needed some cheering up too. Before you could say anything, she was onto you.

"Don't fucking think about it." She warned.

You smirked in response. You'd get your revenge. Eventually.

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Guys, just to let you know, I'm really into The Last Of Us (game and show) at the moment, so I'm willing to write for it!

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Can I rq a IT tword fic any lee(s) and ler(s) thanks!

So i left this one in my inbox for months because i couldnt think of an idea 😭 anyways, here it is, and sorry for the wait!

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the small town of Derry, Maine, in hues of soft orange and fading pink, the three familiar figures gathered in Eddie Kaspbrak's cluttered basement. The musty smell of old books mingled with the faint scent of popcorn, remnants of their previous movie marathon, which had left the remnants of half-eaten snacks strewn about the room. Eddie sat cross-legged on the worn carpet, a slight furrow knitted his brow as he half-heartedly fiddled with a toy in his hands.

Beverly Marsh, her radiant auburn hair cascading in waves, reclined comfortably against the wall. She wore a simple yet stylish outfit—an oversized sweater tucked into high-waisted jeans—that spoke to both her effortless charm and understated confidence.

Sitting across from them was Richie Tozier, ever boisterous and animated. His glasses perched crookedly on his nose, their lenses reflecting the dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. He leaned back casually, legs stretched out in front of him, teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air as if conducting an invisible orchestra. “So, what’s next, huh? Horror flick? Or do we move on to the more riveting subject of Eddie’s love life?” he quipped, amusement dancing in his tone.

Eddie rolled his eyes, cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment, “Shut up, Richie! My love life is none of your business.” He tossed the toy at Richie, who deftly caught it and laughed. Beverly chuckled, relishing the iconic banter between the two boys.

Beverly's eyes sparkled with a playful idea. “Richie,” she began, tilting her head and leaning forward, “you know what you really deserve?” Without waiting for his response, she suddenly lunged at him, her hands reaching for his sides, fingers splaying out to tickle him playfully. Bev had known Richie was ticklish for months now. Even the slightest touch to his sides or stomach would make the boy giggle.

And now, she was about to confirm it.

Caught off guard, Richie burst into laughter, a high-pitched sound that bounced off the basement walls. “Ah- WhAHAT THE HELL, BEV!” he cried, squirming away. But her hands were quicker; she seized his waist, gently digging her fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt, his laughter infectious as Richie wriggled helplessly.

“Come on, admit it—you're ticklish!” she teased, her playful competitiveness shining through as she kept her relentless assault, fingers dancing along ribs and sides, careful not to be too harsh but enough to send waves of laughter erupting from Richie.

Eddie, witnessing this playful attack, couldn’t help but join in. “Oh, I can help with that!” he exclaimed, his voice trailing off into laughter as he joined Beverly, diving into the fray. He reached for Richie’s other side, his fingers moving deftly and quickly along the soft fabric of Richie’s shirt. “You’re going down, Tozier!”

"NOAHAHHA- NOT FAIR!" Richie wheezed between gasps of laughter, his vitality as remarkable as ever as he bucked and twisted, trying to evade their persistent fingers.

"Life's not fair, Rich,” Eddie grinned, leaning forward, his fingers now targeting the most sensitive spots he could find. With each little giggle and squeal, the basement was filled with a symphony of joy, a poignant reminder of their childhood innocence amidst the chaotic world beyond. They seemed lost in time, a bubble of warmth and camaraderie enveloping them like a familiar embrace.

"HAHAH- OHOKAY! OKAY!” Richie finally cried out amidst his laughter, “ENOUGH!"

But neither Eddie nor Beverly seemed particularly inclined to relent; they exchanged an impish glance, each savoring the carefree moment that was fleeting.

Beverly took advantage of Richie's momentary pause to quickly wrap her arms around his sides, immobilizing him slightly while Eddie tickled at his sides, creating a beautiful chaos of sound—Richie's laughter resonating with the walls like music.

“Admit it, you’re ticklish, aren’t you?” Beverly teased again, her laughter blending with Eddie’s as she leaned in closer, their expressions bright with joy and mischief.

“FIHIHINE! FINE! IM TICKLISH!" Richie gasped between laughs, surrendering amidst the violent shaking of his body in response to their playful torture.

Eventually, they relented, pulling away slightly but still encircling him, their camaraderie enveloping the space. There was an assurance in their bond, an understanding that they were invincible together, even when the world outside threatened to tear them apart.

Breathless, they reclined back onto the floor, the lingering laughter slowly fading into gentle giggles. The room felt warm, safe, the shadows outside the windows more distant than ever.

And Richie was left a giggly puddle on the floor.

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AAAHH

Nonchalant tickles

-Having your feet on my lap and gently scratching your feet as I ask about your day or we watch something together.

-Squeezing your hip or running my hands on your sides while cuddling, and acting like nothing happened when you let out a giggle.

-Lazily using my fingers on one of your death spots as we're watching something while you're trapped in my arms.

-Actually wrecking you with tickles but playing dumb. Asking "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" while you can't even answer because you're laughing too much.

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Bruce and Vance were hanging out in Bruce's basement, playing video games and eating pizza. Vance was being his usual cocky and arrogant self, constantly trash talking and bragging about his gaming skills.

"You suck, Bruce! I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back!" Vance exclaimed as he defeated Bruce in yet another round of their favorite game.

Bruce just laughed good-naturedly, knowing that Vance was just trying to get a rise out of him. "Come on, man, it's just a game. Don't take it so seriously."

But Vance wasn't one to back down easily. "Yeah, well, let's see how tough you are when I challenge you to a real competition," he sneered, thinking he had the upper hand.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Vance's sudden change in demeanor. "Oh, yeah? What kind of competition?"

Vance smirked, a devious glint in his eye. "A tickle fight. Winner takes all."

Bruce couldn't help but laugh. "You're on."

Without warning, Bruce lunged at Vance, pinning him down. Vance squirmed underneath Bruce, desperately trying to push Bruce off him. Bruce then began to slowly tickle Vance's sides, hardly touching him.

Vance's tough demeanor began to crumple as he tried to suppress his laughter.

"C'mon, I know you're ticklish." Bruce taunted, lightly scratching Vance's belly.

"F-fuck you-" Vance giggled, twisting left to right. Bruce then moved his fingers to Vance's ribs.

Vance lost it.

He let out boisterous laughter, squirmed uncontrollably, almost bucking Bruce off. Bruce clawed at his ribs, giggling along with him.

"Give up?" He teased, leaning down to blow a raspberry onto Vance's neck. Vance squealed with laughter, managing to free his arms and push Bruce off.

The two boys giggled on the floor, Vance curling into a ball, covering his face with his blonde curls. Bruce stood up, a smile on his face. He held out a hand to Vance, offering to help him up. Vance took Bruce's hand reluctantly, standing up.

"Another round?" Vance asked.

Bruce giggled again.

"You're on."

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Sorry for the wait😭 @tcklishxharps

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HELLO!! i am the "3stq" fella, i got a new account yippee

if your requests are open atm, maybe ler daryl and lee of your choice?

take your time and stay hydrated!?

Hey! Sorry for the wait, i havent been online much recently lol. Hope you enjoy!!

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It was a calm, sunny day in Alexandria, and Daryl and Rick were out on a run together. They had been scavenging for supplies, trying to keep the community safe and well-stocked. As they walked through the woods, Daryl stumbled over a tree root and accidentally dropped a box of canned food.

"Come on, Daryl, watch where you're going," Rick chided, shaking his head.

Daryl grunted in response, his trademark scowl firmly in place. He bent down to pick up the fallen cans, muttering under his breath. But before he could straighten up, Rick lunged at him, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hey, watch it!" Daryl protested, trying to push Rick away.

But Rick was relentless, his fingers finding Daryl's sides and starting to tickle him mercilessly. Daryl let out a surprised yelp, trying to twist away from Rick's grasp.

"Ha! Gotcha, Daryl! You're so ticklish!" Rick teased, laughing as Daryl struggled to fend him off. Rick dug his fingers anywhere he could: Daryl's sides, belly, ribs and even tried to flutter his fingers over Daryl's neck, causing Daryl to scrunch his shoulders.

Daryl huffed and puffed, trying to regain his composure as Rick continued to tickle him. The laughter that bubbled out of him was unexpected but infectious, and soon both men were chuckling together, a rare moment of levity in their otherwise grim world.

CALRIGHT ALRIGHT STAHAHAP" Daryl finally managed to say between gasps of breath. "YOU WIN JUST STOP TICKLING ME DAMMIT!!"

Rick relented, finally releasing Daryl from his clutches. The two men leaned against a tree, catching their breath and sharing a smile.

"Guess you're not as tough as you look, Daryl," Rick said, teasingly.

Daryl shot him a mock glare, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. He knew that in a world as chaotic and dangerous as theirs, moments like these were precious. And as they continued on their run, Daryl couldn't help but feel grateful for his friend, who could bring a smile to his face even in the darkest of times.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! :D

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Just thought I'd let you all know that I'm going to start writing for the movie Luca as well! Feel free to send in any requests!

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INTRODUCTION

Hello! I'm so glad you've found my page! This is a SFW tickle blog, and all ages are allowed! (Just don't be weird lol)

I'm comfortable with DMs and chats! I'd love to get to know my mutuals and followers, so if you're comfy, you can always message me for anything, I don't bite, I promise teehee!

My asks, requests and DMs are currently OPEN

FANDOMS

Fandoms I write for are:

The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

IT (2017 and 2019)

Percy Jackson and The Olympians (2023)

The Last Of Us (Part I and part II + game and TV show)

Stranger Things (all seasons)

Shameless US

If you'd like me to write for any other fandoms that aren't listed on here, just ask or message me and I'll see if I can write for them :D

BOUNDARIES

I am NOT comfortable with:

NSFW fics/asks

Sexual DMs/asks

NSFW tickle torture

I AM comfortable with:

SFW fics/asks

Casual and SFW DMs/asks

Headcannons

Tickle fics in general

Random chats/asks

I'm mostly always in the mood to write or make a post, so please send requests! Thanks everyone, take care :D

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i love how almost every fic is just daryl getting wrecked 😭 it's so funny to see

anyway, if requests are open, maybe lee reader and ler daryl?

and as prompt, "I didn't know you were this ticklish."

ily stay hydrated and take care teehee

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As the sun beat down on Alexandria, you found yourself alone in the armory, organizing some supplies for a quick supply run, when Daryl walked in, his crossbow slung over his shoulder.

"Where ya goin'?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe. You quickly gathered the rest of your weapons, and shoved them in your supply bag.

"On a run." You replied, bluntly, turning to face him. Daryl grunted and nodded softly, moving a little to let you through the doorway. As you passed him, he spoke up again.

"Can I come with?"

"No." You replied, desperate to be by yourself.

He followed you out the armory like a lost puppy.

"Why not?" He grunted, readjusting his crossbow.

You paused. You didn't want him to worry, but all you wanted right now was to be alone.

"Because I said so." Was the only answer you could think so.

Just as you were about to keep walking, Daryl grabbed you by your waist and pinned you against the wall. You let out a small yelp, and began squirming.

You glanced up at him. Daryl gave you a teasing smirk before digging his fingers into your sides, managing you keep you pinned against the wall.

You squealed with surprise and tried to squirm away, but Daryl was relentless in his tickle attack.

"DARYL STAHAHAHAP AHAHA!" You squealed between laughter, trying to push away his hands.

"I didn't know you were this ticklish," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to tickle you.

His fingers danced along your ribs, sending uncontrollable waves of laughter bubbling up from deep within you. You tried to catch your breath between fits of laughter, but Daryl didn't let up. His fingers found every sensitive spot, eliciting even more laughter from you.

"STAHAHAP PLEASE HAHA!" You pleaded between giggles, but Daryl only chuckled in response.

"Maybe I should tickle ya more when ya grumpy." He teased, his fingers finding their way to your sides again, squeezing relentlessly.

Between fits of laughter, your knees buckled underneath you and you slowly slid down the wall, bringing Daryl with you. Daryl stopped tickling you, his hands staying firm but gentle on your hips.

Eventually, you were able to catch your breath and regain your composure. You turned to face Daryl, a mix of embarrassment and amusement on your face. You let out a giggle, resting your forhead against his chest. "I hate you so much" you teased, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Daryl simply grinned in response, the rare twinkle in his eye never fading. "Just thought I'd cheer ya up," he replied with a wink. "So...can I come with ya on that run?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes and stood up. Daryl stood up with you. You playfully pushed at his chest.

"Fine. But no more tickles, I swear to God." You replied. Daryl smiled softly and nodded.

You both walked out the room, armed with your weapons. Even though Daryl could be a pain towards you, and only you, you were grateful he was able to make you laugh.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for the wait😭

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Hi, could I rq an IT fic with Lee!edsie ler!richie and bill or losers? Thanks!

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It was a lazy afternoon in Derry, and the Losers Club had gathered at the Barrens for a little break from their everyday lives. They were all sitting in the long grass, joking and laughing, when Richie glanced over at Eddie.

The usually nervous boy seemed on edge. As usual. As the others talked, Richie reached out and poked Eddie's side.

"What's wrong with yo-"

Before Richie could finish his sentence, Eddie had curled up on himself, giggling.

He was ticklish.

A cruel, shit eating grin formed on Richie's face and he turned to the others.

"Guys!" He exclaimed, before Eddie grabbed his arm.

"Don't you fucking dare or I swear to God I'll-"

"Eddie's ticklish!" Richie finished, before he lunged at Eddie, his fingers quickly finding their way to Eddie's sides. Eddie let out a surprised squeal, trying to wriggle away from Richie's relentless tickling assault.

"Ah-SHIHIHIT RICHIE STAHAHAHAP AHAHAHA!" Eddie gasped between laughs. Eddie tried to push Richie away, but Richie was quick to pin him down, straddling him and tickling him mercilessly. Eddie thrashed and squirmed, unable to stop the laughter bubbling out of him.

Richie only laughed harder, his hands moving with lightning speed as he tickled Eddie's ribs and stomach.

"AHHHAHA RICHIE PLEHEHEHEHAHAHA" Eddie pleaded through deep belly laughter, growing tired from squirming.

"Guys, cmon, help!" Richie encouraged, his grin widening as Bill, Stan, Beverly and Mike crawled over and surrounded themselves around Eddie and Richie, ready to join in.

Richie then saw the pure tears streaming down the sides of Eddie's face as he clawed at Eddie's ribs. He felt bad.

"Okay I'll stahap," Richie giggled, reluctantly crawling off Eddie, who was now a blushing giggly mess in the grass.

The other kids were laughing and clapping, enjoying the show.

"You gotta admit, it was fun, right?" Richie teased, ruffling Eddie's hair.

Eddie glared playfully at him before breaking into a smile. "Fine, fine, it was kinda fun," he conceded, rolling his eyes.

They all settled down again, the sound of their laughter echoing through the Barrens, It was moments like these that made all the hardships and terrors they faced in Derry worth it.

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Guys I have a massive writers block rn💀 requests would help sm😭

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Daryl is a very tough, serious and shy man. and they find his one weak spot (tickle!)

I say they find it because I want many people who know Daryl to tickle him. Of course, there will be problems in adding it to the story, but is it possible for at least more than 3 people to notice this weak point and tickle him? It doesn't matter who the characters are.🥺💜

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It was a typical day in Alexandria, the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping. But something was off. Daryl Dixon, normally tough and stoic, had been acting more shy and quiet than usual. Rick Grimes knew that Daryl needed a good laugh. So he invited him over to their house, where Carl, Michonne, Maggie, and Glenn were all lounging on the couches.

Daryl sat beside Rick, his eyes darting nervously around the room. Rick could see the tension in his shoulders and knew he needed to do something to break the ice.

"Daryl, you ok?" He asked softly, leaning over and poking Daryl in the side. Daryl flinched and let out a small laugh, but it was enough to catch the attention of the others.

He was ticklish.

Rick paused before his lips curled into a shit eating grin. He gave the others a quick glance. Daryl knew he was done for. Daryl tried to get up, but Rick held him down.

"Now now Daryl," he teased, motioning for the others to join in. "We know you need a good laugh."

"Rick let me gohoho-" Daryl whined, trying to wriggle out of Rick's grip.

Glenn, giggling, made his way over to the two and dug his fingers into Daryl's sides.

"NononoNOAHAHAAAA!!" Daryl squealed, desperately trying to wriggle out of Rick's hold.

Carl, Maggie and michonne burst out laughing. They decided to join in.

Before Daryl could react, Rick and the others pounced, dragging him to the carpeted floor. Their hands danced over his sides, tickling him mercilessly. Daryl's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls as he tried to squirm away from their relentless assault.

"STAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!" Daryl gasped between fits of laughter. "I"LL GEHEHET YOU BAHACK FOR THIS I SWEHEHEHEHAR!"

But the others paid no mind, thoroughly enjoying the sight of their normally reserved friend being reduced to a fit of giggles. Michonne's fingers were like feathers, tickling the sensitive spots along Daryl's ribs. Glenn targeted Daryl's belly, while Maggie, with Carl holding daryls arms above his head, attacked his armpits with expert precision.

"Never knew you were so ticklish, Daryl." Rick taunted, lightly teasing daryls neck, making him scrunch his shoulders as best he could.

"OHOHOKAY I GIVE UHUHUHUP!" Daryl managed to gasp out, tears of laughter streaming down his face. "STAHAHAP AHAHA!"

But the tickling continued, and Daryl's protests were drowned out by his own laughter. It felt like an eternity before they finally relented, allowing Daryl to catch his breath. He lay on the floor, panting and red-faced, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

"That was...unfair," Daryl managed to choke out. "Screw you." He gave the others the finger.

The others laughed, sitting back on the couches and exchanging satisfied grins. It was rare to see Daryl so carefree, and they were glad to have been the ones to bring out his lighter side.

Daryl regained his composure, sitting up straight and making his way back to the couch beside Rick.

"I hate you." He said, but a small smirk still tugged at the corner of his lips.

Rick clapped a hand on Daryl's shoulder and grinned. "Awesome." He said, a teasing grin on his face.

As they all settled back into the easy rhythm of conversation, the tension in the room had melted away. Daryl sunk into the sofa, eventually falling asleep, his body exhausted from the tickling.

"Looks like we now know how to lull him to sleep." Michonne said, sinking into the couch herself.

The others laughed, keeping their conversations hushed as Daryl slept.

And when Daryl wakes up, they might just do it again.

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Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoyed!!

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Hey guys! just a little request, when y'all request fics, could you please suggest a prompt to go with it? I'd really appreciate it, because it's getting difficult to think 😭

Thank you for all the requests btw! ❤️

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Hi, could I request a lee!reader ler!daryl when the reader is very shy? Thank you!

Hi! Yes of course! I hope you enjoy :D

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The sun was setting over the Georgia skyline as you and Daryl Dixon walked through the abandoned bushy streets. The air was heavy with tension as you moved cautiously, the sound of walkers echoing in the distance. Daryl's crossbow was slung over his shoulder, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety knowing that Daryl was by your side.

As you carefully made your way through the streets, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. Daryl noticed and gave a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder, a small, comforting gesture that made you feel a little less afraid.

"Y'okay?" Daryl murmured, his voice soft but gruff.

You nodded shyly, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to silently calm your nerves. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little on edge, y'know?"

Daryl nodded in understanding, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any danger. "Don't worry, I got ya," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.

As you continued on your journey back to Alexandria, you still couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness. Daryl must have sensed it, because he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

"Hey, come 'ere," he said, reaching out to pull you into a tight embrace. You let out a shaky breath and buried your face in Daryl's shoulder, taking comfort in the warmth of his arms.

For a moment, everything felt okay. You were just two people in a world that had gone to hell, finding solace in each other's presence. But then, as Daryl pulled away, his fingers brushed against your sides. You let out a small giggle, shyly covering your grin with your hand.

"What's got ya grinnin'?" he asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Your cheeks flushed pink, embarrassment washing over you as you tried to hide your smile. "N-nothing. Just-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Daryl reached out experimentally, tickling your sides.

He knew.

You let out an adorable squeal of laughter, desperately trying to squirm away from his touch. But daryl only grinned. He dropped his crossbow, it making a thud as it hit the ground. He wrapped his arms around you, this time in a strong bear hug, using his free hand to scribble all over your belly.

"AHAHAHAAA DAHAHAHARYL STAHAHAP!" You squealed, struggling to break free from his grasp.

Daryl held you firmly in place, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yer ticklish, ain't ya?" he teased, his fingers dancing over your sensitive sides and belly.

Your laughter mingled with helpless whines, laughing and squirming uncontrollably.

"DAHARYL PLEASE STAHAHAAHAHAA!"

But Daryl didn't let up, his fingers relentless as he continued to tickle you, your laughter echoing through the empty streets. Your cheeks were flushed as you tried to catch your breath, your sides and stomach aching from the relentless assault of Daryl's fingers.

Finally, Daryl relented, letting you catch your breath. Your knees buckled and you layed on your back on the concrete, giggling tiredly. Daryl lay beside you, giving you a playful nudge.

"Jesus," you panted, your cheeks still pink from embarrassment. "You're relentless."

Daryl chuckled, a rare grin on his face. "Y'needed that. Lighten up a bit, darlin'," he said, his voice soft and light as he now gazed up at the sky.

You couldn't help but smile, the warmth in Daryl's eyes melting away your nerves and insecurities. You and daryl layed on the cool concrete, before making your way back home.

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[rwateringcan03]

HEYY!! how are you doing ? :3 can i maybe rq lee daryl... and ler carol? ugh they're like mother and son i love them sm

anyway stay hydrated and take care of yourself!! take your sweet time with it!!

HELLOOO!! I'm doing good thanks!

Of course! I hope you enjoy!

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Daryl and Carol had been wandering through the forest all day, searching for supplies and always keeping an eye out for walkers. Carol kept her eye out for any signs of Alpha and the whisperers. The sun was starting to sink low in the sky, and they finally decided to take a well-deserved break. They found a fallen tree and made themselves comfortable, using it as a makeshift bench, while aimlessly tossing acorns at an old can that was sitting a few meters away.

As they threw the acorns, Daryl's aim seemed to be terrible, and time after time, the acorns missed the can by a mile. Carol couldn't help but chuckle at his poor accuracy. "Come on, Daryl, it's not that hard. You're a hunter, for crying out loud. You should be able to hit that can with your eyes closed," she taunted, picking up another acorn to throw.

Daryl scowled at her teasing, but he couldn't deny that Carol was a natural with her aim. She threw acorns and hit the can dead center every time. Daryl grumbled, "It's the stupid can, not my aim," he muttered under his breath.

Carol laughed and nudged him with her shoulder. "Sure, blame the can. Just admit it, Daryl, my aim is better than yours," she teased, tossing another acorn, hitting the can again.

Daryl felt a mischievous twinge and decided to retaliate. He quickly grabbed a handful of acorns and started tossing them at Carol, trying to disrupt her impeccable aim. Carol squealed and ducked, the acorns landing all around her and sending her into fits of laughter.

"Hey, stop it! I'm trying to concentrate!" she scolded, giggling as she tried to fend off the acorns.

Daryl's lips curled into a smirk, and he continued to pelt her with acorns until they were both laughing uncontrollably. But as Carol tried to retaliate, she lunged at Daryl and tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips and pinning his arms under her knees with surprising ease. "Gotcha!" she crowed, her fingers wiggling as she prepared to tickle him.

Daryl's eyes widened in mock horror as he realized the ticklish predicament he had gotten himself into. "Carol, c'mon, plehehehese dont-" he protested, squirming beneath her and trying to wriggle free. But Carol was relentless, her fingers dancing along his stomach and ribs, eliciting uproarious laughter from Daryl.

"You brought this on yourself, Dixon!" she declared, grinning down at him as she continued to tickle him without mercy.

Daryl's laughs filled the forest as he writhed beneath her, struggling to catch his breath between the waves of ticklish sensations.

"NOHAHAHAHAAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!" he gasped, throwing his head back with uncontrollable laughter. Daryl then quickly gave up on squirming, since all he could do now was laugh and kick his feet helplessly.

Carol then, while squeezing Daryl's sides, ducked down and blew a raspberry on Daryl's neck. Daryl let out a squeal of laughter, dissolving into giggles.

"PLEEHEHEHEHEAHAHA CAHAHAROL STAHAP!"

Carol finally relented, letting Daryl catch his breath, as he lay on the ground, panting and tiredly giggling. She offered him a hand and helped him up.

As they settled back on the log, both a little breathless and a lot happier, Daryl nudged Carol with his elbow. "Alright, that was a good distraction. But just know, I'm gonna get you back for that. I ain't one to forget," he warned, though a playful glint in his eyes gave him away.

Carol laughed and shook her head. "Bring it on. I'm ready for whatever you've got." And with that, they both went back to tossing acorns at the can, Daryl occasionally rubbing his sides or stomach, the lingering ticklish feeling still there.

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