#Norman reedus x male reader

[nathannnnnnnn]

scud (blade 2) and a male reader 🤭 make it smutty lol‼️

I actually find him so attractive with that choker so yes.

Gif isn't mine

(I did headcannons because I didn't know what u wanted, lmk if you wanted a actual fic)

Tw- smoking, hair pulling, shotgunnning (i think??), biting, semi public sex(??), leaving marks, burning the reader with a joint

(I'm actually better at writing top😭 I'll try to do a good bottom list tho lol)

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• this man definitely likes his hair being pulled. He doesn't have long hair for no reason lolz

• PULL HIS CHOKER. PULL. IT. pull it while he rides you, pull it while you fuck him silly, it doesn't matter pull it

• idc what anybody says this mf is defo a power bottom. Fight me

• honestly I think that he's more of the type to keep the clothes during sex, idk just me? Like, he prefers to have his shirt unbuttoned than off, yk?

• blow smoke in his face. Or let him blow smoke in yours, doent matter, he'll like it. (Unless you don't smoke ofc, but that won't stop him from blowing smoke in yours)

• bite him. Leave marks on him. He doesn't care, he'll glady show them off.

• idk something tells me he gives THE best blow job's ever. Like, idk

• he's defo loud. If you're loud. He's louder.

• blow smoke into his mouth, (if you want to get him horny again lol🤭)

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• piggybacking off of the first one, but he will pull the living FUCK outta your hair. (It will hurt you lowk)

• he will definitely blind fold you with his bandana, or ties your hands up with it

• he definitely edges you with his fingers while he smokes. He'll be fingering you with one hand and holding the joint with the other smoking.

• it doesn't matter if he's topping or bottoming you're going to get smoke blown in your face lol

• he'll probably burn you a couple of times too maybe with the joint or make you hit it while he's fucking you silly from behind

• bite him and leave him hickies, just know, he'll do the same to you 10× worse

• even when he's rough with you (like 80% of the time) he will hold you close, he's just one big lover man. He's a lover not a fighter

• when he tops he isn't that loud, think he'd be more quiet to hear your moans n shit

• don't even think about telling him to slow down or be more gentle, he'll do the opposite.

⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟

[multifandomxreader]

Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests or not, but I really love your work, and I was wondering if you wanted to do another Daryl one? Based off of it inspired by the song Night Shift by Lucy Dacus that takes place before and after the apocalypse. You can pick time frames/eras I’m not super picky about that I’ve just been thinking about this angst/fluff idea for a while and I’m not the greatest writer in the world. Totally fine if not! Please feel free to ask me questions if you need clarity

Night Shift

Daryl Dixon x Male reader

(I love the song it's so good!!! Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that it took so long)

tw: homophobia, violence...

You worked a thrift store before the apocalypse, Daryl was a regular there and you had your eye on him. You would always strike up conversations and after getting to know him better you would set aside clothes you knew he would like. For example a sleeveless jacket, which you decided to add wings to because it fitted him. You knew he was struggling with money so you convinced him to work in the store. He agreed to it because his brother was in jail so he had nothing holding him back from changing his way of life.

You started spending more and more time together because you worked the same shifts. You noticed how nice he is to the kids visiting the store, seeing his softer side made you realize your crush had turned in to something more. So one day you gathered the courage to ask him out after your shift. He freaked out and ran. When he got home he kept replaying the moment in is head, remembering his brother’s slurs and his father’s hits. He spent the night overthinking but came to the conclusion that they weren’t in his life anymore but you were and he sure wasn’t giving up on you so quickly.

The next day the first thing he did when he saw you was apologizing, you understood and made sure he knew he could always talk to you if he was struggling with things. You took him out to dinner the same evening and everything evolved from there. You start dating and everything was going great. In the beginning it was kinda rough but Daryl opened up eventually and you made sure he felt loved. After a few months you moved in together and even got a dog named Dixy. You were together for a year before your happiness came to an end.

You had finished your mutual shift and walked out the store hand in hand, you kissed Daryl’s cheek. You were planning a movie night and were discussing which snacks you were going to buy before a crusty looking redneck came up to you. Daryl froze and pulled his hand out of yours, you didn’t have enough time to realize it was Merle and you didn’t have enough time to dodge his fist going towards your face. You fell to the ground and the only thing you remember where more punches, slurs and Daryl’s voice getting his brother away from you. You lay there in pain when your coworker found you and got you to a hospital. The bruises didn’t hurt as much as the realization you had when you got back to your flat. Daryl wasn’t coming back, he had left your life without any goodbyes, without any tears, without any notice.

You carried on, changed appartements, changed your shift to the night shift so you wouldn’t run into his brother looking for more trouble. It had been a week since the accident when the pandemic broke out. You were one of the lucky ones that got out of the city in time. Ever since you’ve been wandering around with your dog, she was the reason you were still alive that, and the thought of Daryl still being out there.

You keep going, Dixy walking besides you, if temperatures kept rising you would have to find extra water but for now you were set on just moving forward, following the road. You were just about to sit down to rest when a bunch of walkers came out of the woods. Dixy barks and you grab your machete, with this many walkers you would usually just run but they seemed to emerge from everywhere. You chop a few heads off while Dixy puts her teeth into a walker’s neck. The walkers keep coming and you start to panic, suddenly you hear a car’s engine approaching. Any other day you would’ve hid but you would rather face some strangers then get eaten by some dead creatures so you ran towards the car. It swerved, hit a few walkers and a man and woman got out. The man holding a knife and the woman holding a katana. Together you finish the hoard off.

You are covered in guts and blood just like your guardian angels. You thank them while checking if Dixy is alright and introduce yourself. The man seems hesitant to talk to you but the woman replies “I’m Michonne, this is Rick” Rick nods at you and shares a glance with Michonne. He looks back at you “How many walkers have you killed?”

And that’s how you find yourself in a car on the way to a place called Alexandria. You chat a bit with Michonne and immediately like her, she is someone who you would’ve been friends with before the world ended. You could tell Rick was a bit more careful, the closer you got to Alexandria the tenser he got. “Hey man, I understand that you don’t know me but I really am glad that you saved my life and I look forward to becoming friends.” You tried to ensure him that you were one of the good guys, you totally understood his attitude, you too had met the more unpleasant types out there. Rick hummed “It’s cool man, we’ll see.”

The car approaches the gate and you feel the nerves in your gut, you can finally see a brighter future. Living in a community again, having friends, feeling safe, it was the best thing you could ask for in this world. The gate opens and your eyes widen at the sight. The car parked and you get out. You get some strange looks but after handing in your weapons and Rick introducing you, people start coming up to you to introduce themselves. Dixy was getting petted by some kids and was enjoying herself when woman came up to you with cookies “I’m Carol, welcome to Alexandria!” You thank her for the cookies and eat one of them because you were actually quite hungry. “These are really good!” you acclaim and she shrugs it off. You were in heaven.

Suddenly Dixy starts barking, everyone tenses and you search for the source of her vigilance. The first thing you notice is a motorbike, the second thing you notice is the love of your life next to it working on it. He looks up to look at the noise and your heart starts beating rapidly. Before you know it your legs run toward him and you yell out his name. He realises what’s happening and drops the wrench to run your way. Your bodies collide, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. Everything is too much and you let out a sob. You take his face in your hands to make sure he’s real. His eyes are watery and his smile is a mix between happiness, confusion and repent. “I’m sorry I left” his voice breaks a bit. “I don’t care Daryl, I’m just glad we found each other again.” You kiss him softly, look into his eyes and kiss him again. You were never gonna let this man leave again.

You let go of each other and notice the people around you being astounded by the whole scene. Dixy is now circling Daryl and he gives her a few belly rubs. “So, I assume you two know each other” Michonne comments with a smirk. “Yes” you answer while taking Daryl’s hand in yours, this time keeping it there. Maybe this wasn’t really the end of the world.

[sleep-0-deprived]

My blog rules and info

First thing I should say this is a 18+ blog and is targeted towards men and non female Identifying people.This blog will do NSFW and

sfw post’s and blogs. Some fandoms I write for include the such

Creepypasta

Mha

Twd

Re8

Aot

Kny

Jjk

Creepypasta

Fnaf

Blue period

Bsd

Black butler

Genshin impact

Honkai star rail

Naruto shippuden

Tokyo revengers

Full metal alchemist

One piece

Supernatural

Harry Potter

Twilight

Shameless

Records of ragnorok

Obey me

Obey me night bringer

Twisted wonderland

I also take request to any fandoms really but I will not do scat, SA or any non con/dub con kinks I also will NOT write any NSFW about any minors or age them up I personally don’t do that sorta thing and I won’t do any kinks dealing with bodily fluids or stuff like that and it’s not a kink shame to each their own it’s just not what I’m comfortable writing about!

[dixonsemoboy]

"not all men" yeah daryl dixon would NEVER

[twdxtrevor]

Norman Reedus being . . . Well, Norman Reedus

[sinkdownbeneath]

“Fine By Me.”

Pairing - Daryl Dixon x Trans Masc Reader

Warnings - Talk of drug use, illness, needles, identity, possible transphobia.

Setting - S4 Prison

Summary - Daryl thinks you’re doing drugs, but ends up learning something new about you.

Type - Fluff

A/N: this is my first published fic!! i have briefly proofread, and i’m pretty happy with it. hope you enjoy :)

You sat on the edge of the bed in your cell, positioning the needle over your thigh, gripping at your flesh trying to gauge where to inject yourself. your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t get a good grip on the syringe, with Hershel in Block A, treating the prison flu, you had nobody to do this for you. Hershel had told you the week prior that he would be going to take care of the sick, and he took extra steps in showing you how to inject your medication, but this was the first time you had tried on your own, it was proving difficult.

You took a breath and widened your eyes, grabbing your skin and moving your face closer, trying to get the needle in the perfect spot before you pushed it in, ‘just do it, idiot’ you thought to yourself.

You heard a scoff and jumped, looking up with a surprised expression, Daryl stood at your door, holding the curtain you had put up against the frame.

“Didn’t take you for a fuckin’ junkie.” He said, a scowl across his face.

“What? No! I-“ you began,

“I don’ wanna hear it.” Daryl said, starting to turn away and leave.

“Daryl!” you jump towards him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around, he looked taken aback, offended, you weren’t sure, but before he could do or say anything, you grabbed his arm and yanked him into your cell, peering your head around the curtain to check nobody else was witness.

You held the syringe in front of his face, waving it as you annunciated “This is not heroin,” in a whisper-shout.

He looked puzzled and almost like he was challenging you, as if he was asking ‘oh yeah? what is it then?’.

“I am not a junkie, this is my medication! Now if you would give me a hand with sticking it in my thigh I would be grateful.”

You spoke to him in such a way he stood speechless for a moment, like he was a child who just got an angry finger waved in his face for his attitude.

“Well?” You ask, impatiently.

He flushed red for a moment and sheepishly nodded, taking the syringe from your hand, you sat back down and rolled your trouser leg back up, exposing the piercing site, jab marks from the previous weeks lingering.

Daryl sat beside you, needle in hand, inspecting it, and just as you thought he was about to stick you with it, he hesitated.

“Just lemme see whatever you put in here, I don’t wanna be responsible for nothin’.”

It was your turn to hesitate, you scoffed and looked at him, gauging whether he meant it or not, whether he really needed to see why you were secretly medicating yourself every week, when his expression didn’t falter, you reached into the box under your bed, and pulled out the small vial containing your lifeline.

You placed it into his hand, avoiding all eye contact, this man was the one you worried about telling, he wasn’t as loud as Merle was about his opinions, but they were brothers, they were hicks, surely they had their opinion in common?

He rolled the vial in his palm, exposed the small text written on the label, and brought it up to his eye. The bottle read ‘TESTOSTERONE’ in a bold font. Daryl studied it before peering over the bottle and into your eyes, he looked at you almost knowingly, his eyes told you that it was okay, you were okay.

This was the softest look Daryl had ever given you, he had just said so much more with his eyes than you had ever heard from his mouth, it meant a lot.

He gave the bottle back to you, and took the syringe between his teeth, using one hand to move your trouser leg up, and the other to grip a chunk of your flesh, rolling it between the tips of his fingers until the chunk felt right, he took his hand from your trousers and retrieved the needle from his mouth, poking it into you, and pressing down on the plunger at a slow pace.

You watched him, how he nibbled on his lip and furrowed his brow in concentration, how gently he treated you, you watched as he handled you with such care, you looked so deeply into him that you didn’t even realise he had removed the needle. The sudden sound it made when he tossed it onto the table next to your bed startled you awake from your trance, and you found yourself staring at the side of Daryl’s face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darting to all places other than your eyes.

“Sorry.” You said, he nodded.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“S’alright.”

The silence was so loud.

“How did you learn to do that?” You asked, breaking the silence so suddenly you caught yourself off guard.

“Do wha’?” he questioned, raising a brow and looking at you through his fringe,

“Inject, it seemed like you knew what to do.”

He nibbled on his lower lip again, looking around the room, as if he was trying to find the words.

“My Mama,” he replied, “before the fire, before everythin’, she was sick, I had to give her her medicine sometimes, she was in a lot of pain, kept her in bed all day, smokin’, readin’ her magazines, Merle took care of her when he wasn’t at Dad’s, but sometimes I had ta.”

He kept his eyes on the ground before timidly looking toward you, you looked at eachother for a moment, before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight, you were telling him it was okay, you were thanking him for not freaking out over you being trans. You were very private about your identity before the world fell, and you thought you would have to be the same now, you had told Hershel very reluctantly, but he told you that God loved you, and that he accepted you, and now Daryl knew, and he treated you with more care and understanding than before. You thought maybe your family, your new, found family, would be okay with it too.

Daryl wrapped his arms around you, and squeezed before pulling away from the hug and standing up by the door.

“Gotta go, Rick needs help with the fence.” he told you, punctuating his sentence with a half smile.

“Okay.”

He turned away and lifted the curtain.

“Daryl?”

“Mm?” He hummed.

“Thank you, I thought-“ You began,

“I know what it’s like. Feelin’ like you don’t belong. What you’re doin’, who you are, is fine by me.”

[thatonelovingwalker]

TWD

//Daryl Dixon Imagine//

TW: Talk of scars

•Daryl Dixon x reader•

✨Gender is not specified. For all readers✨

While you and Daryl were out hunting, the sun bore into you, causing heads of sweat to trickle down the back of your shirt, leaving a stain. Daryl had it too. You could see his muscles gleaming from the moisture, making every movement glare into your eyes.

About three hours into your hike, you both stumbled across a lake east of the prison.

“Daryl! Look, we could hook in some fish and cool down,” Before thinking about it, you nearly ripped your top off, feeling the cooling liquid way before ran in.

As you found your bearings in the stream, your muscles relaxed and you let yourself float, the fish swarming you, the unknown creature terrorizing their water.

You noticed no other ripples, causing you to look back towards Daryl. He was still standing there, looking hesitant on what to do. Conflicted.

“Aren’t you hot, Daryl? Come on. It’s so much better.”

It almost works. You see him shrug off his cross bow, and drop his pack. Yet, he still stands there, looking lost.

You had never seen him display this much vulnerability. He has never looked so lost. His eyes looked everywhere but yours, trying to convince himself that you’ll forget about it.

His posture wasn’t as strong as usual. His shoulders were tense, and his face was sporting a scowl.

“Daryl?” Your confusion was evident in your tone, but he must have mistaken it for concern. It drew his gaze to yours, catching in the middle.

His breath hitched. His blue eyes begged yours. But you couldn’t tell what for.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, hesitating at ever other button.

It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, but it was still an intimate moment. The fear was plain, and you couldn’t understand why. Never has he ever expressed any type of fear or phobia to anyone. You were a little frightened yourself.

He finally finished, letting it drag from his shoulders down to the dying grass beneath his feet. His eyes still bored into yours as he took his time pacing into the water.

When he reached the spot next to you, the water was right at his waist line. Your knees were bent, making your head bob above the water.

He turned around slowly, showcasing his back. You tried to stop yourself, but a gasp escaped despite your efforts.

His back was lined with unorganized scars, some crossed. You fought the urge to caress them, to tell Daryl that it was okay. That there was nothing to be ashamed of. But his actions stopped you.

He made a noise resembling the intake of breath, and then in one smooth motion, he let himself drop backwards, his back hitting the water first, then next his head.

He didn’t emerge for a second

Three seconds.

Ten seconds.

You were starting to get worried. Just before you could start to panic however, he jumped out from behind you, causing a squeal to escape from you.

“Daryl, you scared me!” You tried shoving him from his chest, but he didn’t move at all.

All he did was grabbed your wrists and held them. Gentler than you thought. His hands were rough, calloused severely, but so soft and comforting.

He gazed at you with a knowing look, searching for reassurance.

All you could do was return the gaze and say, “You’re absolutely gorgeous, D. There’s no reason to hide from me.”

[dixonshotbf]

he'd beg for it btw

[daryldixoncankickmeintheface]

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑤? 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝐼 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠'𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑚.

The boy who lay in his bed felt his heart ache at Daryl's crass words leaked though the thin trailer wall into the bedroom.

Daryl walked back to his room to see his now scorned lover halfway out the window with tears in his eyes

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I’ve had this idea in my head where both reader and Scud work in the shop as a couple, and Blade has been putting them to work so much that they can’t find time for anything else, leaving Scud super needy! Also I don’t know if you’d be down to write any male readers but it’s so hard to find any 😭

UMM I’D LOVE TO START WRITING FOR MALE READERS TOO?? I used to do a lot of FxF and MxM when I started writing but I’m still new to x readers so this is gonna be a nice challenge PLUSS I still need to get better grounded with Scud

I’ve rewatched like all his scenes and realized he’s just a stoned, sassy, nerdy mechanic who definitely jerks off in the back of his van

May I offer anyone a plate of bottom Scud!? 🎀 If I was boy I’d fuck the actual brains out of him

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

If Blade gave you one more assignment to do, you were either going to kill him or yourself.

It felt like everytime you neared the end of another one of his grueling tasks, he came rounding the corner with another lingering on his tongue. You only stare daggers into his soul as he speaks it into the air.

Minutes turn into long hours in the shop, welding parts back together while having to mend and bend metals. You were nose deep in work, so much so that it left practically no time to stop and have a proper conversation, only ever going over to talk business and business only.

However, lord knows when you’ve got The Scudster hanging around, business talk is boring talk.

The first time you walked over to his station was in a hastily search of a torch gun, spotting it on Scud’s desk and swiping it off, not realizing he wss mid roll of a joint and swiftly knocking the herb onto the floor, hearing his cry of distress ring out behind you.

You had made a mental note to buy him another quarter the next time you got extra cash, but the thought was quickly burned away with a flick of the torches trigger.

Unfortunately, good work takes time and patience, which Scud does not have. He sits lounging in the chair with his joint, (real stoners smoke the weed off the floor) lazily clicking away on the computer. He thinks about you and how you’re just around the corner, loud clattering coming from your station.

Scud sighs to himself at first, he missed you. He missed you even though he could see a glimpse of your moving frame, which only made him miss you more. Scud sighs a lot louder this time, now growing antsy for some attention.

He wanted you to straddle his lap and tug his choker in the teasing way you do, taking big long drags from his joint before blowing them down into his throat. Scud rested his head in his hand, feeling his cock stir in his pants as he thought about you. He wanted you to ride him, or maybe he wanted to ride you.

Scud’s body started to tingle as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to you, running his hands up your shirt or even down your pants. He could feel his cheeks turning red as his cock twitched, feeling his pants start to tighten.

The door to the shop swung open, Blade striding in down the stairs obviously with another assignment for you. “Hey B!” Scud called out, hopping to his feet off the chair and stepping in front of the man.

“Josh.” Blade frowned at the male standing in his way.

“Look man can ya give Y/n a break? Whatever it is I’ll do it, just let him rest for an hour” Scud spoke in a low voice, knowing that if you overheard him you’d tell him that your fine and can handle it.

Blade analyzed him for a moment, glancing between Scud and you. “An hour. Both of you. Be ready for my return” When he swiftly turned and walked out, Scud silently pumped his fists in the air before practically skipping over to you.

Scud slams into you from behind, tossing his arms around you and plucking the joint from his mouth, exhaling the smoking into the space around you. “Hey there, handsome” He brought the herb up to your lips and snagged the torch gun out your hands, moving it off to the side and spinning your chair, straddling your lap.

You smiled up at him, feeling your pants start to tighten as you took a long, much needed drag from the joint. “Hey there, Sctud” He scoffed at the nickname, lightly shoving you with a playful smirk. “I get you a break and this is my thank you? How rude”

“I felt like I was gonna die! It never ended” You groaned, tossing your head back as you spoke around the smoke. Scud took the opportunity to dip his head down and mark up the bane skin of your neck, since you were flashing it all to him of course. He grinded against you, feeling your soft moan vibrate under his tongue.

Scud sucked and bit along the underside of your jaw, trailing up to your lips and watching as you took a deep drag, pulling Scud closer by the choker around his neck. Your lips crashed together, exhaling the smoke as Scud licked into your mouth. His hands cupped your face as he grounded his hips down, feeling you becoming increasingly harder underneath him. “I missed you” He mumbled against your lips, and adorned a dorky smile.

You brought the joint to his lips, moving your hands down to unbuckle both your pants. “I missed you too… how long do we have?” You freed your cocks and kept a steady hand on Scud’s hip as he shoved his pants further down, grunting when you wrapped your other hand around the two of you.

“An hour, been thinking about this all day” The stoner replied in a giddy tone, nibbling on his lip as you began to stroke your cocks from base to tip, purposely running your fingers more over Scud’s leaking head then your own. “Of course you have, boy liker” You huffed out against his lips, reaching back up to lock your lips together.

Scud stubbed the rest of the joint out and left it to be forgotten on the table, guiding your other hand up to his choker while rocking his hips against you. You drank up each others noises, feeling Scud’s vibrate under your fingers as you circled around the base of his neck, tugging the golden jewelry and swallowing his choked off whine. “C’mon baby, fuck me please”

You tightened your grip, focusing your strokes around the tips of your cocks. “I will, just not this second” Scud pouted and you kissed it away, moving to attack his throat. You sucked deep marks into the flesh, making sure to coat every inch of his pale skin in large red and purple love marks, some bites.

Scud moaned a little too loudly when you slipped a hand down to his entrance, teasing his puffy rim with your finger as you dragged your other hand back down to the base, increasing the pace this time as you ran back up to slick tips. You shushed him softly, pressing your forehead against his. “You wouldn’t want Blade to come see how much of a slut you are, would you?” Scud’s face bursted a tomato red, and his shook his head, cock twitching needily against yours.

“Please, please fuck me” He whispered, arms draped over your shoulders and the chair. “Just wait, I’m getting close” You teased, continuing to stroke both your cocks as Scud shifted in your lap. “Can’t you just finish inside me? Please?” At that, you slowed your movements, searching his eyes for a moment before spinning around in the chair, rising to your feet and turning Scud, formally bending him over the table.

His cheek smacked the table yet he landed with a groan, anticipation and need pulsating in his dick.

You spit a large puddle onto your finger, bringing the digits down to Scud’s hole and carefully pushing them in, listening for any sounds of discomfort. You gave him a moment to adjust, watching him squirm a bit before glancing at you over his shoulder. You leaned down to kiss him, giving him a small smile as you wiggled your fingers. “Good?”

Scud nodded, eyes lidded as he moved to lock his lips onto yours, moaning sweetly as you started to thrust your fingers. He stretched around you easily, greedily sucking you in when you made the move to slip a third finger in. You drank up every little whine and whimper that he made, scissoring the digits as you increased your pace.

“Mmh.. come on m’ready” Scud mumbled against your lips, slotting them back in place quickly. You pulled away from him once again, ignoring his whine of protest. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” You whispered, concern evident on your face. Scud kissed your worries away, blue eyes fluttering up to look at you. “I need you, like now”

With that, you pulled your fingers out of him, spitting on your cock and spreading it around, teasing his twitching hole with your tip. Unfortunately you didn’t have a lot of time, so your teasing didn’t last long as you started to ease into Scud, the stretch sending chills up his spine as he exhaled a moan.

Scud fisted his cock in his hand, whimpering into the the table when you started to slowly thrust in and out of him, giving him the time to adapt.

It didn’t take long, with as needy as he was his hole stretched easily around you, his breathing picking up speed underneath you.

You gradually started to increase your pace, gripping his hip with one hand while the other moved up to his hair, yanking back a fistful of it. Scud groaned, each snap of your hips sending his cock forward into his hand. “Harder” He nibbled on his bottom lip, body starting to heat up as spark flew through it. You pulled him back onto your cock by his hair, shifting a little to angle yourself. Scud choked back a high gasp when you pulled back and nailed his prostrate, electricity zipping through his entire core as you did it again.

“Is this what you want?” You set a grueling pace this time as you slammed into Scud, who had become a lot louder and more vocal. “Yes. Oh my fuck- God, yes” He stuttered out, eyes rolling back as his fingers curled into the table, other hand now rolling and thumbing his sensitive tip. Scud was practically flying off the edge now, mind going completely blank as stars danced in his vision, each hard snap of your hips sending him further into the bliss.

Being high off weed and pleasure was a great combination, Scud’s cries and moans now echoing through the shop was a sign of that. “You want everyone to come down here and see us?” You tugged his hair, and moved your hand down the loop your fingers around his choker, pulling it back and smirking at his strangled gasp. “Yes! Want ‘em to see me taking your cock” He was so lost that he couldn’t even touch himself anymore, his other hand coming up to grab onto the table as well.

“God Scud, you really are just a slut” You sped up even more, and Scud almost wanted to cry. “M’your slut, all yours” He babbled, wheezing softly as you pulled his choker even tighter, black dots starting to cloud his vision. He was so close, so very fucking close and every single thrust only sent him closer.

His head was so hazy, eyes fluttering as his mouth hung open, lips slick with spit as he choked out whimpers and gasps, your grip around his jewelry only getting tighter as you also got close, increasing the pace of your hips impossibly more and pounding directly into Scud’s sweet spot, high and breathlessly cries bouncing off the walls as her felt like the ground beneath him had been pulled out.

You fucked him through his orgasm, hips stuttering as his whole body shook, Scud’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his nails dug into the wooden table, dots and stars swirling around his eyes as his cock twitched and spasmed, ropes of white landing on the floor. You spilled your own release deep inside him, rocking against his prostrate for a few seconds longer before pulling out, breathing heavily.

Scud remained over the table, grunting softly when you hitched his pants back up and bent down to kiss him. “Good?” He nodded, goofy smile plastering across his face. “Great. Lets finish that joint” Scud raised himself up on his forearms, moving to capture your lips in one last kiss before glancing down around the table, frowning slightly. “Fucking great” You peered down, noticing the crumpled, balled up remains of the stubbed out joint, crushed under Scud’s upper half. “That was all I had left” He pouted, and before you could reach down to kiss it away, the door swung open.

“Alright loverboys, hours up, get back to work. Also, clean whatever that might be up” Blades voice boomed from atop the stairs, and you both flickered your gaze down to Scud’s cum glistening on the floor, embarassment heating both your cheeks. He was gone was quickly as he came, leaving the two of you to giggle and whisper in each others faces, over who would clean the floor. (Scud)

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[nynxhaswritersblockk]

Think I need someone older

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

Comfort/romantic

TW: Mention of sleep paralysis & rape

Hope ya'll enjoy this a little regardless of the sensitive topic!!

It was a quiet night at the prison, except for the uncomfortable feeling you've been having the whole time. You couldn't fall asleep like that, it was impossible, as soon as you felt tired and tried allowing your body to rest, your eyes shot up again. It felt as if you were being watched, as if someone or something was creeping over you, footsteps sounded and then whispers..

Your body shot up, it was early in the morning and you quickly realised that you experienced one of your sleep paralysis's again. Quickly you got up, getting dressed and grabbing your c/w, walking out of the prison cell you called your room. At breakfast you were quiet, not saying a word and it caused the others attention. "Why are you so quiet today?" Rick asked you, a worried look on his face. "Didn't sleep well" Was your reply as you began picking at your food. You didn't feel hungry, the memories of lastnights 'nightmare' repeating in your head over and over again.

After breakfast you went into the prison's garden, caring for some of the plants there as you constantly kept an eye out for any threats. A hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up and you shrieked out. "Woah, M' sorry, didn't know ya get scared this easily" Daryl's voice chuckled out, you turned around to face him. "What the fuck's your deal?" You shot back, making eye contact with him. "Listen Kid, something's clearly up with ya" He began, taking a step closer. "So why don't ya tell me what it is?" He finished his sentence, holding eye contact. You huffed out at him calling you 'kid', just because he was somewhere in his 40s and you were barely 21 doesn't mean he gets to call you that. "Forget it, you're the last person I'ld trust with my issues" You muttered back and rolled your eyes, returning to your work of caring for the tomatoes. A sigh escaped his lips as he kneeled down next to you. "Heard ya screaming last night, something happened?" He whispered quietly, making sure nobody else heard them. "I sure as heöl didn't scream" You scoffed at him, trying to ignore his presence. "Well, not scream, but ya know. I walked past your cell, heard ya sobbing and whimpering" He replied and sighed a little. "Sleep paralysis" You simply said, knowing that you couldn't hide it from him. He hummed in reply and got up again, ruffling your hair a bit. "Next time ya come talk to me, 'kay?" He said and stepped back a little, you nod slowly. "Mkay" You replied and went back to your work.

When you wanted to go to sleep in the evening you didn't know what to do, the same uncomfortable feeling in your stomach as the night before, when you fell asleep and had a whole ass sleep paralysis. You slowly got up, wearing a pair of pversized shorts and a T-shirt as you stepped out of your cell. Your bare feet hit the cold, stone floor of the prison, quietly walking by all the cells, until you came to Daryl's. His curtain was opened and he was lying on his bed, playing arounf with a ball he had found on his last supply run. "Come in, Kid" He said quietly and you hesiatted, thinking about leaving again, but eventually you stepped inside, closing the curtain as you sat down on his bed across from him. "What's up with ya? Ya look more disturbed than this mornin'" He said and let the ball fall to the ground, leaning forward a little to show he was listening. "I feel like I'll have another paralysis" You mumbled out, avoiding eye contact eith him. It was embarassing, this whole situation. Never had you told anyone about them, especially not some random guy you've been knowing for a week. To your surprise Daryl nod in understanding. "Why do ya get them?" He asked, his tone careful and for the first time he sounded actually worried. "Childhood trauma I guess" You mumbled and he looked at you with such interest in his eyes you almost couldn't believe it. "Uhm.. I don't know if you even wanna hear about this, I-" He interrupted you by saying:"No no, tell me." You took a deep breath. "My Mom's husband, he raped me when I was younger.." You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. Daryl stayed quiet, instead he pulled you a little closer, his arm wrapped around your body as his other one softly caressed your hair. "'M sorry this happened to you, It'll be okay, Baby. 'M here for you" He whispered quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he let you cry in his arms. Eventually you fell asleep and he let you stay, pulling the covers over both of you, as he held you close.

In the morning you found yourself still in Daryl's bed, but he was nowhere to be found, his crossbow gone too. He was probably on a run or just right outside the prison. A small sigh escaped your lips as you decided to just keep sleeping for a bit longer, enjoy the warmth and smell of Daryl's bed.

[time-to-run]

Imagien reader finding some chapstick and deciding it would be a fun idea to wear it, just cause why not. He thought no one would notice until daryl started to give him too much attention.

Daryl kept staring at you trying to work out what's up with you. Looking up and down constantly. Always stopping to look at you when walking by. You'd just awkwardly waze or smile at him and walk away.

But when you stopped wearing it, that droze daryl crazy. Tf kept changing about you, god he had no idea. Well not until he saw you putting it on one day.

He didn't mention it, but when you where alone he just had to say something. He slightly elbowed you, getting your attention. You looked up at him. "Looks nice on ya"...

[dixonsemoboy]

the tboy swag is crazyyyyyy which of u taught him our style

[twdxtrevor]

The things I'd do for this man . . .

[fantasyqueen502]

Happenstance

Word Count: 1,650 

Summary: What if Daryl didn't meet Leah during his time outside of Alexandria's walls looking for Rick? A short story idea that most likely has grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy. 

 Relationship: Daryl x unnamed Male OC

 Rated: PG-13

Brief strong language, brief nudity, mentions of death and injury.

Peering around the brush, goosebumps rose on the back of his neck from the eyes watching him. The shuffling of leaves triggers his bolts. Loading and shooting along the moving bushes, he loaded his final bolt, halting at a dog who barked chaotically. Whimpering when Daryl lifted his bow caused the dog to keep his distance.

 The hunter drops his bow. "Dumb dog," he says, marching off. The dog follows him, leaping and jumping to get his attention. After killing a snake, the dog takes it, running away with it. "I'm going to turn you into a coat, c'mere!" He growls. Slowly to a stop, catching his breath. Looking up, the dog waits, tail wagging. Waiting for the archer to catch his breath.

Turning to leave again, the dog whimpers and whines, resulting in the dog getting a mouthful of the archer's vest by yanking on it.

 Following the dog through the woods, came to the sight of a man hanging by his ankle. Walkers below were lapping up blood that dripped from his crown. The man giggles, waving his dangling hands inches out of their reach. Taking care of the dead and pacing around the swinging man, a smile was still present on his bright red face. He was surprised he had any brain cells left alive. It looks like he had been hanging for a while—maybe a day or two.

 "Duck!" The man exclaims. Daryl flinches, holding his head and looking behind him. The man opens his arms out wide for the dog, who scampers over, leaping up.

Following the rope to the anchor, untying it slowly lowered the man to the ground. The dog barks and leaps about with glee, jumping up onto the hunter and licking his chin, causing the man to grunt in surprise, shoving the dog and spitting the slobber from his mouth. Paying no mind, the canine pads over to lick his master's face. The man groans, his face puffy and discolored.

"Should keep 'im on a leash." The hunter growls, yanking the man's leg, cutting the rope from his ankle, letting it fall, causing the man to wince. "He steal my kill again. I'm killin' the both of ya'." He spat. Snatching up the dead snake, The man laughs as the dog licks under his chin. 

 The man and his dog trek through the woods. A glimmer catches his eye, and thank God for that. As it was the metal shine of a dagger singing through the air His body acted faster than his mind, his knees collapsing and the dagger pinning the cloth of his shoulder to a thick oak behind him.

 The blood left his head gasping at what could have been his death four inches to the right.

 "What're you doing here?" the hunter barks, marching out of the brush. He gawks, mouth wide, as the man grabs the handle, freeing his shoulder with ease, not even giving him a second glance.

 "I wanted to gift you as a sort of thanks for saving me," he stammered. Extending a handful of berries.

 The hunter snares and glances down at the handful of berries. "Elderberries." 

 "I'd be happy to share..."

"You'd die choking on your own vomit," he grunted, turning on his heel, leaving the man who shutters the berries tumbling out of his trembling fingers at the idea of almost dying if he wasn't so focused on thanking the hunter who saved him and Duck.

 Tracking back to his campsite, he was tired and disheartened, marking on the map Xs on areas along the river he had searched. He let out a sigh, fondling the large paper and shoving it into his pack.

 Red

 He furrows his brows at a small pile of strawberries on a cloth. He huffs, having an idea of the culprit. Scooping up one from the pile, inspecting it, and popping the entire thing into his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes to savor the explosion of sweet flavor.

 Untying a dead rabbit from one of his many traps around his camp, dog snatches it. Bowing and hoping to be chased. The dog lures him. The dog barks as he comes to a hill to see his owner waist-deep in the shallow waters. The hunter halts midstep, heat rushing to his face and his heart beating in his ears. Duck barks, startling Daryl as he tumbles forward, ending with a splash.

 "Fuckin'," he groans from the ache in his tailbone and the hurt forming in his raw palms, desperately trying to stop his fall. His mud-caked bangs made him completely blind.

 "You?" 

 "Damn it." Daryl hissed. 

 "Are you okay? That was quite a fall. Is anything broken?" Careful hands cradling under his chin. "I'm fine." He snaps quickly, marching out of the waterhole.

Now dressed, the man picks the debris with a pair of tweezers buried in the hunter's palm.

"Stop your fussing," he scolds, tightening his grip on Daryl’s hand when he tries to pull away.

 Daryl finds himself bumping into the man (most of the time it was Dog finding him, luring the man and himself to each other).

 He would never admit it, but he didn't mind the company.

"How 'bout you and Dog stay here?" he mumbles, finding his feet interesting. After a moment of silence, he wills his eyes to look at a smile. "Wipe that dumbass grin off your face."

"Is "the" Daryl Dixon asking me to move in with him?" He would grin even wider if it were possible.

"No, I'm tired of saving your ass from a walker, or a cyot, or some gang." He defends.

"And so if I stay at your camp, you'll protect me." He bats his lashes.

"Nevermind." He mumbles as he gathers his weapons.

"C'mon, I'm teasing."

"Hope a bear eats you." He snaps and marches off.

"I knew it! This was a set-up so you can take custody of Duck."

"It's not my fault the mutt likes me more." He answers. "Keep calling him Duck when he’s a Dog might have something to do with it."

"I was willing to trust a pretty face." 

“Don't call me pretty."

"But you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Agree to disagree."

He turns, causing the man to stop mid-step. Face blank, he grins up at the Archer.

"You annoy the ever living shit outta me. Yea know that." He says it in his face.

"Yes, but I love you reminding me." He grabs his hand as a sort of safety measure when crossing a mud pit.Daryl couldn't help but smile.

 They find an abandoned cabin, and after clearing it out, the man kills two walkers with ease.

"What?" he asks, catching the slack-jawed expression on the usually stoic hunter's face. Brushing the hair from his eyes and cleaning his knife on his pants.

 "Nothing." He shrugs. 

 The man wakes the hunter, who has nightmares of his time at the sanctuary.  Holding him close, running his hand through his hair has his strong arms gripping him like a lifeline.

Mornings of making breakfast and talking about their lives before. The man has been an actor in some children's shows for many years.

 "The great magician Abra Kadab, very original, I know. I loved the kids."

 "What happened?" 

 "Some paparazzi photos leaked of me and my boyfriend at the time at a bar."

 "Why does that matter?"

 "It was a very sensitive network. "Think of the kids". He mocks shock and horror.

 "Then the world ended, so I hope those bastards are all dead." He shrugs with a smile.

In an abandoned cabin in the woods, Duck lays at the man’s feet as he watches the hunter fill up a bowl of stew in the fireplace. He places the bowl in front of him. Scooting a chair closer to the man.

 "You need to put something on your stomach." He pushes the bowl closer. "I want you to take two bites, c'mon."

 He stares until the man manages a small mouthful. The spoon clattered into his bowl. He exhales a breath, rolling his shoulders. His completion was pale, dark circles of sunken eyes.

 "C’mere," he instructs. Unbuttoning his shirt, a patch on his chest over his heart. Peeling it off to show a perfect bite mark. A simple walk through the woods was something they did every day. The skin around it is beginning to turn pink. The man struggles but stands. Sidestepping from side to side Reaching for his arms, he tugged on them like noodles, but he didn't budge.

 "Dance with me." He whines. 

 "Got bit on purpose. To have me all to yourself." He grumbles. 

"I've caught me." 

They dance by simply stepping left and right. Daryl kept a secure hold as his grip on his hand and shoulder slipped from time to time.

"Take care of, Dog."

"Thought he was Duck."

The man chuckles weakly. "I don’t think I’ll be around to correct you anymore."

"Don’t," he says, shaking his head. "Don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine," he assures, chewing on his lip.

"Yeah," he says, playing along. "We live out the rest of our days in this cabin. Two old men and a dog." He chuckles, his eyes heavy, leaning in to touch his nose with the hunter’s. Daryl chuckles, watching the man closely and finding himself pulled in, his lips meeting the corner of his mouth. Kissing the smile, the man hums, turning his head for a proper kiss.

Duck whines, sad eyes darting from Daryl, striking a pile of dirt and dumping it into a grave. The hunter grunts until the pile is gone, patting the earth flat. Letting a tear fall, staring at the unmarked grave, taking a breath, and looking over to the dog.

"Let's go, Duck.”

[thatonelovingwalker]

TWD

//Imagine//

TW: none

Sitting in between Carl and Maggie, dinner was served to you and your new found family. After settling in, your gaze drifted, trying to find the person that caught your meal. The shredded deer smelt like heaven. You hadn’t had a real meal in months, and you found yourself drooling over the fumes.

Finally reaching the end of the second table to the right of yours, your gaze caught his, the blue swirling in the light. Daryl’s eyes had always made your breath hitch. They could pierce into you, making you immobile. Ever since that day he found you unarmed three miles from Alexandria, his presence did something to you.

About to turn back to your plate, you found he was staring right back. His eyes seemed to brighten, as if he was happy catching your eyes. His lips twitched upwards, causing yours to do the same. His features softened, and his breathing lightened. He grabbed his glass cup, and raised it in your direction winking. You lifted yours in salute, continuing your meal.