#ankhmutes

[sinsandsweetness]

I’m so excited to hear you’re doing a part 2 for poison. I recently read something you shared of a rickyl breeding kink… and now I think I’m infected with that. Umm… do you have a take on that? 🫣👀 bonus points if it includes poison… 🙈

I love how much everyone seemed to love the breeding kink… I had no idea lol. I personally do not have that kink myself, but I definitely see the appeal and am so excited to write more. I love the thought of the boys being so in love with you that they want you to have their babies. That they want you to be the mother of their child. It’s like… romantic in a way. More fluffy then my usual stuff.

I think I’ll probably do a part 2 or something set in the future as someone suggested in the comments…

Also, poison is being updated tonight bb💗💗 tho no breeding link in this one. Maybe I’ll add a little in the foursome … we’ll see:)

[ankhmutes]

Bored at the Blue Ox (Joel)

I got bit with a bug, so figured I would share it with y'all. Of course, it is pure filth and smut so putting it under the cut away from under age eyes.

You're bored as fuck, and you figure you'd crash your dad's pool night with his best friend, Mr. Joel Miller.... and as every girl is, you came prepared.

Warning: this is for unprotected sex, swearing, drinking, and smoking. Figure I'd get it out of the way.

You walked into The Blue Ox, half-bored and wondering if your dad would mind you crashing his pool game with Joel. Your friends had bailed on you, you didn’t want to go to some dude bro’s frat party so you decided to check out Joel. It had been a hobby of yours, ever since you had finally realized how sexy his best friend Joel was. It had been in your senior year of high school, when you had started noticing little things. It wasn’t until you were ready to graduate from the University in the next town over that you had finally realized….

Joel Miller was SEXY. He was fuckable, and he probably knew exactly what he was doing with that dick. You had fantasized about him every summer, and now your chance had come. You had noticed him eyeing you last week when you had been washing your jeep in the driveway. You knew it was time. 

“Hi, Daddy!” you called out with a grin, your eyes widening in delight at some of the eyes that had landed on your cute outfit. You had opted to go with a skirt, a tank top with a flannel tied around your waist for decency, the moment you had realized you had A Plan. 

“Hey Kiddo!” your dad called out with a grin waving you over. “I was just about to bail on Joel, you can take my place. I gotta go home, gotta leave early tomorrow.” Your dad kissed your temple and waved at Joel.  “Gotta love you an’ your timing.” 

You said your goodbyes to your dad, letting him know you’d be here and you’d go home straight after… “I mean, Joel’s right here and he can take me home if I drink too much or something. I mean, he’s right next door.” 

And with that, your dad waved a thank-you to Joel, heading out of the door and leaving you alone with Joel. 

Perfect. 

You blinked your wide eyes at Joel, and asked what balls you were, and Joel nodded, pointing over at a ball with his pool cue as he worked on his cigarette, and took a sip of his beer.

“You’re stripes.”

“Okay, so it looks like I’ve got some work to do, hmm?” you asked with a smile as you leaned down, eyeing the balls on the table. You made sure to lean just right, so that a strap from your tank top fell slightly down your shoulder, baring the shoulder and making sure your boobs looked like they would fall out of your shirt. You had made a risky decision, not wearing a bra, and it looked like it would pay off. 

Joel looked like he was ready to choke on his own drink, his eyes flicking down to your shirt, and then focusing on anything quickly, then returning to focus on your boobs yet again. It was clear he had noticed you and was interested, but he wasn’t saying anything about it, or making a move. You knew it had to be up to you to make the first move, but you decided to take your time.

You could see the light pink dusting Joel’s cheeks, and the slight shift in his posture. You were on a good start of making him very uncomfortable. You could see him adjusting his belt, picking up his burner phone, drinking his beer, lighting up a cigarette,  anything to keep his hands busy and adjusting his jeans.

A few rounds of pool later, you decided to put on your flannel, tying up your hair with a random elastic. You had been lightly chatting with Joel about nonsense and bumming a cigarette or two from him, but this was time to get down to brass tacks, you were ready and hungry to be fucked, and he was not cooperating. You had to do something about it beyond playing it cute with the playful banter about school, summer, work, anything but the ox in the room. 

“You’re killing me, Joel. Just really fucking me over.”  You said with a pouty sigh as your voice groaned out your words as if he had been literally fucking you, your eyes glinting with delight as Joel blinked. His eyebrows furrowing even more with uncertainty, his pink lips twisted in a slight grimace. You weren’t sure if it was pain or horniness, you could see in his jeans something that could be a nice hard-on, but he kept moving around so much you couldn’t get a good look. 

You decided to abandon your plan and be direct. Being subtle and flirty wasn’t quite doing it, so you decided to do one last shot. You lined yourself up, just right to where Joel was sitting on the bar stool against the wall with his drink, right where you needed to sink that last ball. You leaned forward, making sure your skirt was riding up just so, enough to show him a tantalizing peek of your panties- of what scrap of fabric could be called panties. You played with the cue, taking your time to make your shot. You made sure the cue slid slowly up and down, up and down… you decided to move your hips, parting your legs just enough..

Bingo. 

You heard a small choke from Joel behind you, just as you made your shot. You were finally getting some kind of direct response from him at the sight of your drenched panties, you were sure he noticed how soaked your panties were. Hell, you were doing anything you could not to rub yourself up against the pool cue…You moved up and turned around to face him. 

“Problem?” you asked, a sly smile dancing at the edge of your lips, your eyes half-lidded with a secret knowledge and understanding of what could happen if Joel played his hand. After all, you were doing everything in your power to break him, short of actually jumping on his dick in the bar, in front of everyone. You slid a tongue over your teeth, wetting your lips slightly as you finished up your last beer.

Hell, you wouldn’t mind. The bar was half-empty, everyone had migrated over to where the music was. It was just you and Joel in that dark corner, right near the lone  bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” Joel asked with a half-smirk that almost became a soft chuckle, his eyes dark and his tongue darting out to moisten his pink lips. You smiled and shrugged. His eyes glinted dangerously with amusement and heat as he started feeling his way around the situation. The air was thick and electric between you both.

“What does it look like? I’m bored…. Playing pool with you. Maybe I’ll just go to the bathroom. I mean, I’ve been drinking beer all night long, and look at that….” you walked up to Joel, picking up his beer and taking a sip, tilting the glass just enough that beer ran out and dripped down on your boobs. “Well look at that… I’m soaked right through.” you said with a smirk, putting down the empty glass. “Looks like I’ll need to get cleaned up. Mind helping me, Joel?”

Joel didn’t say a word, his mouth was slightly open in surprise, as you tilted your head to the bathroom door. You opened it, slapped a “out of order” sign on it, and slid inside. Now it was up to Joel, you mused as you took off your soaked tank top, putting your purse on the small counter and leaned forward, looking into the mirror to see if Joel would man up and get his balls together long enough to come in. 

“If you wanted to fuck all you had to do was say so.” Joel said as he came in, his eyes taking you in with heated interest. You laughed and raised your brows, turning to face Joel. Joel exhaled slowly, his hands undoing his belt and zipper. You got on your knees, not wasting the brief window of time you had before someone would get suspicious enough and bang on the door. 

You leaned forward, wetting his dick with your mouth, up and down and taking in the noises he was making while you sucked on his cock prettily, making sure not to smear your lipstick on him yet, you would smear something else on it in just a minute. 

“Fuck.” Joel moaned out, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you to the pace he liked. “Where did you learn this? You’re too good. Fuck.”

You hummed a noise of appreciation as Joel yanked you off his dick, turned you around and pressed you up against the door, his dick wet and pressing against your entrance. 

“Please, Joel.” you whispered, your wetness had been dripping and soaking your panties through ever since you had seen Joel in the bar, and the hours of teasing him had only made things worse. Joel slid a hand up your thigh, down to your dripping entrance. 

“Baby, you’re soaked. Fuck.” Joel grunted as he slid a finger in, then abandoning all decorum, he ripped your panties off with a loud rip, the scrap fluttering down and his dick slid into you hard, his hands moving to support you as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held on for the ride, Joel fucking you hard and deep up against the door, you weren’t sure if the hinges would hold. You could feel the door creak with each thrust. 

You almost regretted doing it this way, it would be so fast, but you burned with the intense heat of the orgasms that he tore from you, his dick hitting that spot just- right- just-enough-  to make you stutter and lose all sense of time, space, and there was nothing but you, Joel, and the intense heat of the sex. Your kisses were heated and filthy, his mouth seared on yours, muffling all of the screaming you had been doing, his dick filling you up just right with each thrust, making you gasp and moan loudly each time, tugging at his long graying hair with your hands, relishing the feel of his hair running through your fingers as you came over and over, with each thrust he made.

“JoelJoelJoelJoelJoelJoel…..”you moan his name, your mouth finding the spot between his neck and shoulder, clamping on and screaming, his body muffling your screaming as the biggest peak of your orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train on fire as Joel came so hard, you could feel it inside you, outside you, all over with every fiber of your being..your fingers raked over his back, you were sure you had left claw marks on his back and neck with your long fingernails.  

Choo-choo Motherfucker, you giggle to yourself as you pant, Joel’s come dripping from your pussy, the juices smeared all over the place. You didn’t give a damn. You slid down from the door, and walked over to pick up your flannel, buttoning it up and taking the spare pair of panties from your purse. 

“You came prepared?” Joel panted, glancing at your purse with a half-grin. “Did you plan this?”

“What do you think?” You smirked as you put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him for a moment as you leaned down, taking him in your mouth and giving him a slight blow-job, tasting the musk of yourself mixed in with his come. You cleaned him up good, and made sure to smear lipstick all over his now semi-soft dick, tucking him away and smirking as  you saw some of your lipstick smeared on the band of his underwear. 

“Of course I was prepared. You know where to find me, I’m going home.” you said as you leaned forward, cleaning yourself up quickly and exiting the bathroom. You pressed a small card in his hand, with your number written on it in bright blue sharpie, leaving Joel speechless inside. You didn’t bother to wait around, paying for your and Joel’s drinks. 

You couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw the card:

Tag, you’re it. Come find fuck me.

As always I have to thank the amazing people who read this fic and anything I write. I love y'all and especially @chaotic-mystery who helped add a sprinkle of heat to this fic <3

[twistedsweetie]

Is it bad I kinda am jealous and wanna get my nipple pierced now? But it’s very sensitive so idk how that would go… boyfriend would love it tho. 🤭

you should! they really didn’t hurt as bad as i thought they would. just a quick pinch. and they’re a fun kind of sensitive now😏 boyfriend and you will love it…

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Have You No Idea that You’re in Deep?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic; Oral sex (m receiving); Implied cock warming

A/N: @retroellie, @ankhmutes I hope this suffices!😩

*gif is not mine

How Daryl was carrying on a conversation above you was just flabbergasting. He had all but dragged you into the dining room, leaving you standing behind him while he walked around the four-seater table and scrutinized the long cloth that hung a few inches above the floor. 

With a nod, he lifted one side and gestured underneath. “G’on.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to determine what the purpose of such a command boiled down to, and if you were being honest, it caused a rush of heat between your thighs that had you rubbing them together. Once you had followed orders, Daryl bent down to smirk at you. “Be a good girl an’ maybe I’ll reward ya after.”

It had been at least half an hour. Your mouth was stuffed full of the archer’s cock, your hand stroking what you couldn’t accommodate. Damn him if he didn’t use his solid grip of your hair to try and force it anyway. Each bump against the back of your throat coaxed more tears from the corners of your eyes. It was so hard to remain quiet, not to gag or moan or whine. Besides the occasional thrust of his hips when he was pretending to adjust himself on the chair, Daryl was strategically remaining still and quiet. 

“Haven’t really searched that area ‘fore. Might be worth it.” He spoke coolly, working you up and down his shaft by your hair. The way he lounged in the chair was obviously keeping the movement of his arm hidden from the former deputy. Perhaps, he just considered it as one of Daryl’s nervous habits. 

Rick’s boots were mere inches from your feet. One wrong movement from him or you and the jig would be up. If you were caught, there would be no way the cock sliding past your lips would be filling your pussy later. 

With slow and silent movements, you brought your hand up to cup his balls, massaging gently after you felt the muscles in his thighs tighten. You were careful not to make a sound when you pulled off of him, pushing back against the hand in your hair. His grip twisted and pulled to make your scalp sing with pain, but loosened again when you drug your tongue up the underside of his cock, using the muscle to massage the thick vein there before dipping the tip into his slit. 

You eased him into your mouth just as Rick brought up fuel for the cars they would be taking. The archer twitched inside your mouth, a sure indicator that he was close to orgasm. You were happy and disappointed in equal amounts. Your jaw hurt, but you lived to pleasure your man, working hard for the rewards he would give you after a job well done. Your cunt clenched at just the thought of being mercilessly pounded and filled. 

“Who we takin’?” Daryl asked, clearing his throat just as he used your hair to bring you to a halt, cock at the back of your throat. You focused on relaxing, crying around his length and breathing through your nose as silently as you could. He was using your mouth to edge himself. 

Dear god. 

Two fingers were stuffed into your pussy before you could stop yourself. You were embarrassingly wet, too wet to pump your digits against your slick walls without making too much noise. Fuck. Reluctantly, you withdrew and smeared your slick over Daryl’s balls just to feel him tense once more. He knew what you had tried, the harsh grip and tug on the strands wrapped around his fingers very telling. 

When he twitched once again against your tongue and tried to stop you, you refused to relent, knowing your insubordination would drive him wild, that the punishment would at least include your aching pussy being stuffed full of that wonderful cock, stretched and filled. 

Using your teeth, you scraped them up his length ever so gently, delighted when he shivered but when you drew him back in and hollowed your cheeks, tightening your lips with a squeeze to his balls, he was done for. He spurted down your throat, shoving you down until your nose met his pelvis. He held you there as he came, trembling with the effort of remaining still and silent, nodding at what his friend was saying. 

You obediently drank every drop, licking and sucking him clean before continuing to stroke him, attempting to coax him back to full hardness before he released your hair and snatched your wrist. 

Oh, you were going to pay for that one. 

He held on until the conversation ended, allowing Rick to see himself out. Once the door closed, he slid his chair away from the table and dragged you right along. 

“Ya just had to be a brat, didn’tcha?” Your cunt was throbbing while you watched him stroke himself before yanking you onto his lap, barely taking the time to slide your panties aside before splitting you open on his cock. 

You threw back your head with the filthiest groan, wasting no time before you began bouncing on his lap. His hands gripped your hips roughly, sure to leave bruises, and held you still. “Daryl, wha—”

“Ya gonna sit there until ya learn to do as you’re told. Don’tcha fuckin’ move.” He arched a brow, daring you to backtalk as he leaned back, his hold strong and unyielding. 

“Daryl,” you whined and gripped fistfuls of his vest. “I need you. Please, please fuck me. I need to cum so bad.”

“Ya will.” He smirked, tilting his head almost thoughtfully. “Eventually.”

[frost-queen]

Bodyguarded // part 5 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: When there is a need for supplies, a select group goes to the city. Shane and you are forced to be together. How will this play out? Will you find a way out savely out of the city with the others? [ read part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 6 & part 7]

Shane slammed his hand on the hood, alarming everyone they were set to ride. Rick kissed Lori goodbye and gave Carl a hug before joining Shane by the car. Glenn already stood by it, wanting to drive. Shane came standing before him with a glare. Glenn swallowed nervously getting the hint. He moved to the backseat as Shane got in the front. Rick joined Shane on the other side. Daryl was by his motorcycle with Carol. Carol was speaking to him, telling him to be careful.

He listened half, finding her motherly concern a bit overrated. You tossed an empty bag in the trunk, shutting it. You were about to get into the car when Daryl whistled loud. It made you look back at him, seeing him ask you over. Smiling, you went up to Daryl. The car door opened as Shane set one foot out, standing up. – “In the car!” – he ordered. – “She’s riding with me!” – Daryl called back.

“Y/n! the car!” – he made clear. Daryl let the engine roar of his motorcycle to overpower Shane’s overrule. You went over to Daryl anyways, grabbing his back as you swung your leg over the motorcycle. Shane puffed annoyed getting back in the car. Your hands were on Daryl as he took them, wrapping them tighter and closer to the front around him.

Daryl rode off, passing by the car. Shane easily caught up with him, riding past him. Shane then slowed a bit down so Daryl and you were still close by. Daryl wasn’t speeding much to not attract any walkers with the noise of the motor. You were leaning against his back, watching the trees pass till it would eventually make way for the highway. – “Hey Y/n.” – Daryl said catching your attention. It made you lift your head up from against his back. – “Yeah?” – you answered.

Daryl turned the steering a bit, getting closer to the woods as you were confused to what he was doing. – “How about a little detour?” – he chuckled out. – “Daryl!” – you called out slapping him against his back. Daryl steered back to the middle of the road where the car drove a few meters up front. – “Shane would go feral.” – you told him. – “I don’t care.” – Daryl answered back.

“Yeah cause having him drive after us like a maniac with Glenn and my brother in the car is so thrilling.” – you teased with a roll of your eyes. Daryl chuckled already picturing it. – “It’s not funny!” – you called out giving him another slap against his shoulder.

Wrapping your arms tighter around him, you snuggled closer against him. – “Just enjoy this.” – you mumbled out. Daryl kept tailing the car till they made it up to the highway. There they started to speed up knowing they had to have daylight at their side. If they would be stuck in the city by night, it would be hell. By the edge of the city, they parked. Not wanting to attract the walkers that roamed the city. Their city now. Fallen a few years ago.

You got off Daryl’s bike as he held you in place by taking your wrist. You turned confused at him. Daryl pulled out a gun, putting it in your hands while his gaze was on Shane up ahead with the car. – “I don’t want my girl to be unarmed.” – he told you, pushing your hand closer to your body. You turned your back to the car, putting the gun away out of eye’s way.

Daryl knew Shane would never let you have a gun. It was even a surprise that were allowed on this run for supplies. You leaned down resting your arm over his shoulder. – “I always have you to save my ass.” – you told him smirking. Daryl inhaled deep bringing his hand on your back down to your bottom. – “A fine one too.” – he answered making you snort.

Daryl and you kissed quick before he got off his motorcycle. You went over to Glenn, taking an empty bag from as well. Glenn stepped away when he saw Rick approach you. – “Nervous brother?” – you asked when he slid his arm over your shoulder. – “Only for you.” – he responded. – “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with walkers more than you.” – you laughed out patting him against his cheek.

Rick chuckled giving you a little shove. – “Hey you’re the newbie here.” – you teased giving him a bump with your hip. Shane came walking around you and Rick having a little comment to say. – “Try not to scream at a walker Y/n.” – he said making you smile sarcastically back at him. You left Rick’s side going after Shane wanting to reply to that. – “Try keeping him alive now.” – you commented hinting your brother.

Shane’s eyes widened briefly but before he could reply, you had joined the others. – “Here you go.” – Glenn said offering you a machete. You accepted it, looking over at Daryl. You didn’t think you would be given a weapon. You then looked over to Shane, wanting to see what he would do about it. He didn’t comment on it, so you got to keep the machete.

Glenn took the lead as he knew some good routes to a nearby store. Daryl and you walked at the back, keeping a good eye on your behinds. The streets were silent. Papers and trash scattered around. Some moving with the wind. Glenn stopped at the front of an alleyway that led up to the main road. Shane and Rick right behind him. Daryl turned his back at you, holding his crossbow up to the other end of the alley in case one would dare to sneak up.

Glenn overlooked the main road, seeing some walkers stand mindlessly still. Some wandering a bit at the slowest pace. Almost unactive from not having eaten so long. – “And?” – Shane asked keeping his voice low. – “It’s a risk.” – he answered seeing a walker sniff the air, making him pull back into he alleyway. – “The stores are up ahead across this street. I don’t think we can make it across unnoticed.” – Glenn spoke lowly looking at Rick and you.

“What if we distract them with noise?” – you suggested making everyone look at you. – “This way we’ll clear the road for you all to cross.” – you finished. – “And who are you suggesting to sacrifice themselves?” – Shane asked with crossed arms.

“It’s not a sacrifice if you do it right.” – you replied with a glare. Shane puffed loud. He then pushed Glenn forwards amidst you all. – “He’ll go.” – he put up. Glenn stared angry at him. – “No, Glenn is the fastest runner, besides he knows the place.” – you countered, backing Glenn up. – “I’ll do it.” – you proposed. – “Y/n no!” – Rick let out, shaking his head. – “It’s not up for discussion.” – you told your brother. Daryl joined having been on guard the entire time. – “I’m coming too.” – he said.

Shane shook his head, pinching his nose bridge. – “We need focus, not more distractions.” – Shane let out. Daryl came up to Shane. – “You got a problem?” – he asked. Shane puffed up his chest to appear larger. – “Enough!” – you shout-whispered coming in between them. Now was not the time and place to argue and fight.

“I don’t care who comes with me, but if we stay here any longer there will be an army of walkers feasting on our flesh!” – you said frustrated. Shane grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you away. Apparently he was coming with you. Daryl wanted to go after you but Rick held him back. – “We have to be ready when they clear the road.” – Rick told him.

You pushed Shane’s hand off you. The two of you rounded the back of some abandoned houses. Shane knocked some wooden planks off that boarded up the broken windows. – “After you.” – he said gloating. It made you roll your eyes. You gave him a little shove out of the way so that you could crawl through the window. Shane got in after you. With his gun up, he sneaked through the dark room to scout for any walkers.

You heard some faint groaning sounds walking up to it. Amidst the rubble was a walker. Stuck underneath parts of the ceiling that had crumbled down. The walker started to groan louder, reaching out to you to grab. You stood in front of it, shoving your machete down in it’s head. Giving it a twist so it surely was dead. Shane found one as well stuck as he knelt down, taking out his knife.

He stabbed it in the head. Blood spattering up. Shane wiped his knife clean on the walker’s dress. Shane and you rejoined in the middle of the room. – “All clear.” – he said making you nod. The two of you started to search for something to cause noise. – “What do you see in him anyways?” – Shane asked from across the room, going through some stuff.

“You mean what don’t I see in you?” – you responded back. Shane’s eyes widened brief, stopping his search, caught off guard. You came over to him. – “That’s what you want right? For many years now.” – you added finding something useful in a dusted box. An football horn, you so hoped still worked, but didn’t want to test out now. You showed Shane the horn as he came over to you.

Grabbing you tight by your arms. The way he stared at you, made you feel uneasy. His hard stare with that struggle deep inside of him. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you forcefully. Having wanted nothing more. Ever since you were teens perhaps. The making fun of you, the teasing, always coming around.

It was clear now that he liked you but never dared to show it openly because of your brother. Now that he was older, his methods might have become more violent. Cursing at you and threating you bad just because he knew he never had a chance with you.

“What are you going to do.” – you dared him feeling him squeeze your arms tighter. – “Why can’t you just…” – Shane began nearing with his face. It made you gulp, thinking he might actually kiss you now. He kept coming closer with his face as it made you turn your head away. Shane’s forehead came in contact with your side as he shut his eyes hard. Then he tore himself away, taking the horn from you.

Letting out a loud breath, your heart was pounding. This could’ve taken a different direction. You followed Shane back out of the broken window. Jogging after him, you went further down the street to head into one of the next alleyways. Shane looked around and spotted a few cars parked in the middle of the road. He ran over to it, you right behind him.

Shane got up on the car, standing on the roof. He pressed on the horn as it let out a loud sound. Shit you thought, opening the car door and trying to see if the car worked. The walkers were alarmed. Groaning and calling it out as they collectively all turned towards the sounds. Shane horned again and long to lure them over. You kept turning the key, trying to start the car.

Looking briefly through the window, you saw the others carefully look before running across. This car was no use as you got out and went over to another car. Shane horned again, firing at some walkers that were coming near. Anxiously you were trying to start the next car. It was great that all the walkers were coming your way, but you still needed to escape. This car wasn’t working as well as you got back out and checked the hood. The engine stolen.

“Shane!” – you called out. Shane turned his head to you. – “None of them start!” – you yelled at him. Shane aimed his gun your way as you thought for a moment he was going to shoot you. His gun fired making you jump out of your skin. Then you heard a body drop to the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a walker down.

Gasping loud, you saw more walkers come from alleyways or hit their heads against glass to get to the noise. With no other way out, you climbed on the roof of the car with Shane. Taking out the gun Daryl had given you. You noticed Shane taking a moment to stare with wide eyes at it. – “Shut up.” – you said not wanting to hear complaints.

Some walkers were below at the car, swaying their arms around to grab for your feet. You started shooting at them. Each hit right through their skull. Shane blew the horn again luring more walkers to you. A walker threw himself on the hood, snapping his mouth around. Shane moved his arm over your shoulder, shooting at him. You shot a few by the trunk as their dark blood splashed the car. The space on the roof was just manageable for two if you didn’t move too much. You gulped feeling a hand grab at your ankle.

You felt yourself slip back off the roof. Before you could fall down reacted Shane. He had taken a hold of your wrist, holding you in place as your back dangled over the walkers. He pulled at your wrist, pulling up against his chest. With an arm around you, he continued to shoot around. Your heart was pounding still trying to recover from your almost fall.

The walkers were snapping their jaws at you and swaying their arms around. Gurgling loud with their calls. You so hoped they raided the place quick. Not sure how much longer you could hold them off. You fired at them one by one. They dropped down like flies but kept coming closer in tenfold. Shane stepped on a walker’s fingers as they reached the roof.

“Give me that horn.” – you told Shane. He gave it to you as you took a hairband from your wrist. You pressed the horn in, wrapping the hairband around it so it kept blowing. You were about to throw it away yourself, but offered it to Shane instead, knowing he might throw further than you. Shane accepted the blowing horn from you, throwing it further down the street. Some walkers were drawn to it that hadn’t smelled your flesh yet.

The others staid around the car, snapping beastly at the two of you. Shane and you fired at the remaining one’s. You furrowed your brows seeing a walker slide down the car side with an arrow in his head. Looking up, you saw Daryl, Glenn and your brother up ahead. They had come back from their raid. Rick was shooting as well, clearing a way for the two of you.

Walkers dropped down lifeless with each hit. Shane jumped off the roof first. You jumped after him, falling through your knees. Shane jerked you up by your arm. He then started running with you. The two of you met up with the others as Shane let go of you. You ran straight in Daryl’s arms, hugging him tight. Daryl exhaled relieved, hugging you back.

“Let’s go.” – Glenn called out knowing more would come soon. The five of you started to run back towards the alleyway. You were hallway through when a few walkers appeared on the other end. It made Glenn stop, you bumping against his back. – “Go back.” – he called out as you already turned around. Shane took about a few steps before he stopped. From the other side walkers now as well. They were closing in, having cut off your escape routes. – “Up!” – Rick called out seeing a ladder hanging a few feet above the ground. 

Rick grabbed you, picking you up for you to reach the ladder. You grabbed it, pulling yourself up by your hands before your feet could touch the first step. After you, Rick helped Glenn up. Daryl didn’t need any help as he jumped grabbing the first step with his hands. Rick and Shane joined last climbing up to the roof. Up, you helped Glenn from the ladder.

Daryl, Rick and Shane joining moments later. Glenn looked down the alleyway, seeing the walkers cramped up together, arms up trying to grab for you all out of reach. – “How are we going to get to the car now?” – Glenn panicked with his hands in his hair. Rick stood by the edge, overlooking the town from above.

You looked around the rooftop trying to look for a way out. Daryl joined your side, pulling you closer to him for a moment. Over his shoulder, he glanced at Shane close to Rick. Wondering what had occurred when he wasn’t near. You checked your gun, seeing how many bullets you had left. It wasn’t enough, perhaps to kill a few walkers. Rick whistled loud to round you up. – “We either wait for it to calm down or we take a risk.” – Rick suggested.

“If we wait they’ll just keep roaming below mindlessly cause nothing attracts them anymore.” – Glenn answered. – “Glenn’s got a point.” – Daryl spoke in agreement. The five of you set out to look around the roof top for anything useful. You neared the side of the roof towards the back, feeling that the foundation beneath your feet didn’t feel stable.

Rick was nearing as you stopped him. – “Stop!” – you called out, standing completely still. Rick stopped confused, setting his foot back. – “It’s unstable.” – you explained standing in the middle of it. This part of the roof probably rotten from damp and rain. It wasn’t sturdy cement. The others neared as well, standing by Rick.

You tried to set a foot down back towards them, but felt the foundation crack underneath you. – “Careful.” – Glenn called out. Perhaps if you ran, you could outrun it crumbling away. Eyes locked on Daryl, he knew what you were going to do. He nodded holding his hands out to catch you if he needed too.

You started running towards him, feeling the foundation crack underneath you. The foundation sunk below you, making you leap for Daryl. Daryl sucked in a breath holding his arms further up to you. Your hand touched his hand, swiping down it as he couldn’t catch you in time.

The foundation gave way beneath you, getting sucked into the building. – “Noooo!” – Daryl called out as you screamed loud, disappearing into the gaping black hole. Swallowed by the gaping gap left by the rotten foundation. Your back hit the ground, leaving you in complete darkness.  

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Rough: Frank Castle x Reader (NSFW)

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It’s late when you turn up at Frank’s door. You don’t expect him to be home, he never is at this time. He’s usually out on patrol or on the hunt. You can tell he’s been sleeping when he opens the door. His dark hair is ruffled, his eyes a little blurry. He’s wearing a black vest that clings to his frame over grey sweatpants.

“Angel…” He murmurs as he opens the door to let you inside.

You have him up against the wall before he even closes it, your mouth is on his as his back impacts against the plaster. You’re a strong little thing, he forgets about that sometimes. He thinks it’s because it’s been a while since the two of you actually tussled.

He remembers the last time, the scrape of gravel across his face as your knee dug into his back. He’d been both pissed off and proud because the two of you had been sparring since the night Lou Beretti sent those thugs after you and you’d come a long way since then. Not a single person had got the drop on him throughout his tenure as The Punisher but then his scrappy little cop from Queens had pulled the rug out from underneath his feet and dumped him in the drunk tank for the night because he was ‘interfering’ with her investigation.

Now he stays out of your shit, and you stay out of his.

When you bite his lower lip, he moans into your mouth, his hips surging forward so that you can feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. He switches positions, pinning you against the wall with his muscular form. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his breathing ragged as your hand encloses on his wrist guiding his large hand up so that his palm covers your throat.

“Do your worst.” You say, pressing down on his fingers, forcing them to dig into the soft underside of your throat. “Treat me like I’m your whore.”

He looks into your eyes, and he sees the intensity in your gaze. You get like this sometimes, when things have gotten dark, and you need to feel something. He’s been there, he knows what it’s like to feel hollowed out, numb. You need him to take care of you tonight, to fuck all of the thoughts right out of your head.

“Safe word?” He questions, his thumb tracing over the shape of your lips.

“Daisy.” You murmur and he smiles.

It’s the first flower he ever gave you.

His kisses are bruising, forceful. His tongue thrusting into your mouth as he tears the clothes away from your body. He pins you down on the bed, the heat from his naked flesh rolling over yours as he forces your legs apart with his thigh. Your wetness smears against the hard muscle and your back arches as you try to generate a little more friction against your clit.

“Can’t help yourself can you?” He mutters into your ear as he grips your jaw and tilt your head away from him baring your throat. “Need my cock that badly huh?”

You don’t respond and he doesn’t expect you to. When he’s with you he can’t help but run his mouth but that’s not what you need tonight. It’s not about the words, it’s about the physicality, the sensation. He isn’t gentle when he enters you, he does it with one firm stroke, filling you entirely and the noise you make, fuck he nearly comes right there and then.

It gets rough after that.

Your nails rake up his back, the sting of it intermingling with the ecstasy as he fucks you like you’re nothing to him, just a vessel for his own pleasure.

“Harder.” There’s a bite to your voice, a savageness. “Make me feel it.”

He raises to the challenge, his muscular arm wrapping around your waist, gripping you in place as he uses you like his personal fucktoy.

It’s brutal, violent. The slapping of skin resounds through the air, the sound mixing with your hitched breathing as he thrusts inside of you hard and deep.

“Feel that?” He mutters against your skin, his lips brushing over the teeth marks he’s left on your shoulder. “That’s what you do to me, drive me so fucking crazy I can’t control myself.”

You’re close, so close he can fucking taste it. It’s in the way that pretty cunt of yours clenches around his dick, the scrape of your teeth as you bite down on his shoulder hard enough to break the skin. You drag him over the edge with you, his release spilling into you as he grasps your hips, holding them flush against his own. He doesn’t stop, he fucks it deeper, marking his territory because you’re his, you’ll always be his and in that moment the animal in him needs you to know it.

“That’s it my angel, take it.” He murmurs, his palm coming to rest on the back of your neck as he holds you against him. “Take it all.”

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My Dove

Chibs Telford x f!Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, FLUFFY SMUT (very soft!Chibby🥹), swearing, every pet name known to man, minors DNI I mean it

AN: I’m simply in love with him. For some reason I couldn’t get the idea of Chibs calling his girl “dove,” like she’s the peace in crazy life, so this is that. :,)

Dedicated to my new friend @ankhmutes who helped me bounce this idea around!

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It was approaching 1 am before you finally heard the rumbling of your man’s bike approaching your driveway. He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you worry. You can’t help it. You need to see him home safe before you can relax.

You rose from your seat at the small wooden table in your kitchen and stepped to pour the rest of your coffee down the sink. You didn’t want your husband to know you’d been slugging coffee all night to keep awake, though he would already know when he walked in and saw you there, all the lights on in the kitchen.

The rumbling stopped and moments later the sound of keys prodding against the door caused you to spin on your heel from the sink. You were leaning against the counter, the fabric of your husband’s shirt clinging to your sides, falling just below the curve of your ass, your thin cotton sleep shorts barely poking out below.

The door swung open with a soft thud and in stepped a very tired, defeated looking man.

“Mo ghràdh (my love),” He exhaled while unloading his gear onto the table in front of you, “What are ye doin’ up?”

He crossed the small distance between you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his head sinking to rest on your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby,” you cooed into his hair. It was sticky with sweat and smelled of a mix of earth, shampoo and gunpowder — undeniably Chibs.

He stayed there in your embrace for a long moment before he let out a baritone sigh, standing up and running his calloused hands up along your soft arms.

“Get in bed, lass,” he breathed onto your forehead, placing a soft kiss there, “I’ll join you soon, hm?”

You nodded slightly and stretched up on your tiptoes to plant a sweet peck on his lips. His hand drifted down to yours and raised it up to brush his lips against your knuckles before stepping back and heading for the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on as you climbed into bed and lit up the spliff Chibs had rolled for you before he left for the day. The smoke felt hot as it trickled into your lungs, but the worry you felt just moments before melted away with the sting.

It wasn’t long before Chibs came walking into your bedroom dressed in only black cotton boxers. You smiled sweetly at him as he tiredly made his way to his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to climb in.

Your eyes felt heavy with the weight of the high hitting you hard. Chibs slid closer to you and lifted his arm up, signaling you to tuck your head against his chest and lean into him. The smell of his musky shower gel and just him flooded your senses.

You lifted the joint to meet his lips and he slid his thick fingers over your thin ones to take it in his grasp. Now being free, your hand floated up to his damp brownish-gray locks and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He shut his eyes as the sting of the smoke flowed into his lungs and back out of of his parted lips. His dark orbs fluttered back open and met yours in a soft gaze.

He met the joint to his lips again and inhaled deeply before moving a large hand to cup the back of your head. With a low, “c’mere,” he met his lips to yours and the mellowed burn of the smoke filled your senses. A sleepy smile molded on your face as your exhaled and planted a kiss on Chibs’ rough lips.

“Long day, love?” You asked softly, ghosting your lips over his scarred cheeks.

“Aye,” He sighed, “Y’could say so.” His hand ran through your flowing locks and you leaned into his touch.

He reached across the bed to snuff out the still-glowing roach then returned his hands to you, one still tangled in your hair and the other reaching for your bare thigh.

As quickly as your hazy mind could muster, you swung a silky leg over his to straddle his bulky lap. His rough hands, the very same that were beginning to bruise and swell at the knuckle before your eyes, were now gently running up and down your sides. The feather-like touches sent tingles down your spine.

“What do you need, baby?” You whispered as your hands drifted to caress the sides of his face, one thumb sliding over his slightly swollen lower lip, “Tell me.”

“You, dove,” His lips ghosted to your neck, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder. He spoke slowly, finishing his thought, “I only need you, my peace.”

You sighed into his touch as his lips kissed from your ear, to your jaw, to the soft spot just above your clavicle, exposed from the stretched-out neckline of your old reaper t-shirt.

Chibs’ calloused hands slid gently under your shirt, his shirt, and his lips parted from your salty skin only momentarily to pull the fraying fabric over your head. He breathed in sharply when your bare torso came into his view. No matter how many times he’s had you, he’s always blown away by your beauty — the fact that you are his, and only his.

The cool air of your bedroom flowed over your skin, causing goosebumps to tingle up your spine and your already-taut nipples to pebble invitingly. Chibs’ hands danced up your sides to meet the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs brushing over the enticing apexes of them. You arched your back into him, head falling back at the overwhelming sensation you felt — a mix of the high and Chibs’ skilled hands palming into you already had you reeling.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as Chibs’ dipped his head to kiss the plush skin of your breasts gently as he made his way down to one of your sensitive peaks. He pushed you back slightly and took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it and sucking the skin slightly. His thumb and forefinger teased your other nipple, sending your hips grinding into his involuntarily.

Your hands tangled through his damp hair as his lips traveled back up your tingling skin to meet your own plump lips. He kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let you go - slow and deep. His lips never left yours as he toyed with the hem of your sleep shorts, ghosting his rough finger tips over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Please, Filip,” you breathed into his parted lips, “Touch me.”

His fingers hooked the thin, damp fabric and slid it to the side. A strained breath fell from your lips as the cool air swirled around your aching heat. He ran his fingers up and down your dripping slit and gathered the slickness before gliding up to circle your clit. Your sensitive nub ached as he drew soft whines and moans from you.

“Always so perfect for me, sweetheart,” He cooed into your ear, your head having fallen to rest on his shoulder as he pushed you further towards the peak of your pleasure. His fingers didn’t let up as you started to squirm in his lap, legs shifting just so your core ground roughly into his hardening cock.

You felt closer and closer to your release as Filip put his hand in your hair and gently pulled your head up from his shoulder to meet his captivating gaze.

“Let me watch ya, m’annsachd (my blessing),” His fingers sliding quickly to your pulsing hole while his thumb circled your clit, “See tha’ pretty face fall apart.”

His gravelly words flipped the switch in your belly and the blinding white hotness of your orgasm washed over you. Your head fell back into Filip’s hand as your thighs trembled over his own, the high you felt adding a new intensity to your rolling peak. The shaking of your thighs started to subside after what felt like an eternity, settling back down as Filip’s arms came to rest around your soft hips. He pulled you close to him as you floated back down to earth.

“God, I love you, Filip,” you squeaked out as you wrapped your fatigued arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighed into your embrace. “I love you more than I can say, my dove.”

Your hands take purchase in the short hairs at the base of his neck while Filip kisses all along your salty skin, sucking at the soft spot just above your clavicle. It’s your favorite and he knows it.

“Please, please,” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Somehow though, Chibs knows exactly what you need. He always does.

He shushes you softly as his hands move to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and slide your shorts back out of the way. You breathe in sharply as his thick length slides through your slick walls, meeting the resistance of your clenching walls.

A sharp “ungh” escapes from your throat as your thighs sink down to meet Filip’s. The stretch overwhelms you every damn time. Your nails rake down the smooth contours of his upper back as you take a moment to adjust.

“Shhh, mo ghràdh, I’ve got you,” Filip cups the back of your head with one hand and rubs the arch in your back with the other, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

After another beat you slowly lift yourself off of Chibs’ thighs, the deep ache reaching into your belly as your hips snap back down. He pushes you down by your hipbones, grinding you into him and making the dirtiest noises slip from your mouth.

The friction of your clit on his pubic bone, the way you can feel him in your guts, the praise and reassurances dancing into your ear and the muddled way your foggy brain is stringing all together — it’s all too much for you and you let out a string of words that could be mistaken for a prayer in another context.

“Ah, fuck. F—Filip, Christ. Please, baby. I — I can’t.”

A deep groan boils out of his chest. Seeing you this way, so drunk on his cock and unaware of even your own name anymore; it makes him feral.

“Tha’s it, my girl. Made just fer me, angel, I swear,” His arms wrap back around your trembling torso as he fucks into you, grinding your bodies impossibly close together, “Gimme one more, baby girl. I know you can.”

With another slew of curse words falling from your lips, you feel the string snap once more deep in your belly. The way your walls flutter harshly around his cock send Filip into his own peak, hot streams of his seed painting your insides. You grab at his back, his arms, his hair — anything you can reach as you shake and whine in his grasp for another moment.

Finally, the earth stops spinning around you as you come back into reality to the sounds of two heaving chests and praises in your ear. Chibs rests his head on your shoulder, and you on his. The intimacy of your embrace sending that warm, fuzzy feeling through your veins.

“Thank you, mo chridhe (my heart). I needed ya so goddamn much,” He turns his head slightly to plant sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“Still do,” kiss, “Always do,” kiss.

Your heart flutters at his affection. He’s never shy about how much he loves you, but it’s even more so after a rough day like today must have been. He’ll tell you about it someday, but not now. Now he just needs to hold you, to know you are here.

“I’m here, baby,” You whisper, his softening cock slipping out of you as slide down to lay next to each other, “Here forever, my love.”

“I love you so, my peace; my dove.”

[feral4daryl]

disclaimer: these images are all made with ai and they are not real at all

daryl dixon x you because someone's gotta feed our delusions!!!

(when i was writing the prompts for these, i didn't specify the looks of the women he's with to the ai generator. that's why they're mostly white, sorry about that </3 in a possible next time i'll try to make them more diverse)

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(thank you @chaotic-mystery for tagging me <3) on repeat 🔁🎶 go to 'on repeat' playlist on spotify, throw it on shuffle and share the first 10 songs you get.

Tear you apart - She wants revenge

Remember my name - Mitski

Spiders - System of a Down.

Good luck babe - Chappell Roan

Pet - A Perfect Circle

One Line - PJ Harvey

Thunder - Lana del Rey

HOT TO GO - Chappell Roan

Naked in Manhattan - Chappell Roan

BODIES - Forest

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Thank you to all my babies @party-hearses @mandoisapunk @worhols @amanitacowboy @nostalxgic @breakfastatjoels for the tag and anyone else I've missed that tagged me 😭

rules: go to pinterest, search "[your name] core aesthetic" and create a moodboard from the first nine images.

If I tag you and you already did it I’m sorRRY 😭

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[sinsandsweetness]

I’ve got this stuck in my head. Normally I’m all Dixon, but what if Daryl and Merle had a little sister and Rick can’t help himself, after Lori she’s just there like Daryl is, and he tries so hard to keep it platonic, she’s supposed to be like a sister…

And she knows Rick’s problem and fucks with him so bad. Walks around in daisy dukes and a torn up shirt of her brother’s, and mouthy as hell.

and it just gets worse once Merle comes back. Now she’s got two older brothers, and Rick is truly fucked.

“come on, they’re out on a hunt.” She says to Rick with wide blue eyes. Her hand pulls at Ricks’s belt, and Rick can feel the heat. He grows dizzy as she pushes him up against the tower, the view keeping Rick steady as he grips the stone with his hands, not trusting them as the youngest Dixon gets to her knees before Rick, her mouth hot and warm on his pulsing dick. He swallows, trying not to blow a load right there. It just wouldn’t be nice.

lol that’s all I could come up with on the fly. Maybe I’ll write something.

Oh I fricken LOVE this idea. I would read a whole fic in a heartbeat if you were to write it…

Kind of reminds me of your suggestion for a dad’s best friend Shane and ricks daughter. Or even my little daydream about stepbrother! Daryl and Merle … such fun combinations to toy around with🤭

[ankhmutes]

So I had to do another mood-board. This is for a fic I'm working on (ish). What if Dean and Sam had a sister.... This hit me in the head a few days ago and I've kind of been sitting on it but I just had to do this.

She has no real name- she can be any of us- but I gave her the nickname Sunny. Because she just lights up a room in her own special way. And Daryl Dixon calls her "sunshine" and it just sticks.

So... Welcome, Sunny! <3 I can see her swooping in town, making special friends with the local boys, and then swooping out with her brothers after the hunt is done.

and yes, I'll eventually do Dean at some point but his little sister just was begging to be written.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 5,451 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10, The Reapers Warnings: language, violence, gore, angst A/N: This is Part 2 of a commissioned miniseries! Thank you to @ankhmutes​ for their generous support! Summary: Maggie has some news for Daryl, and in the morning they go in search of the rest of her people.

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Part 1

He watched thoughtfully as Maggie finished wrapping the fabric around the gash on her arm. She looked up at him and there was a teary smile on her face. “Ya better sit down, Daryl.”

His stomach twisted. “…Why?”

“‘Cause I got somethin’ to tell ya.”

Daryl gulped and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the next. “Alrigh’…” He drifted farther inside, Maggie’s eyes on him the whole way, and he sank down next to her on the floor.

She hesitated a moment, gathering herself, again pressing a hand over the scrap of black fabric she’d wrapped around her arm. “I’m not really sure how to tell ya this, so I better just start.”

“Okay…” His brow furrowed and plunged his blue eyes into deeper shadow.

She paused thoughtfully for a moment before she went on. “Not too long after our community fell, I was out there with Hershel. The others were all back at the camp, takin’ what shelter we could get. We needed food and supplies and I decided to go lookin’, see what I could scrape up. All of a sudden, I just felt like somebody was watchin’ me. I couldn’t explain it, but I knew it wasn’t good.” Maggie’s jaw stiffened. “I knew it was one of them… one of the ones who’d—” She broke off for a moment, a grim look on her face. “Anyway… I took Hershel and just started runnin’. I didn’t know how many of them might be out there, but I had to get him somewhere they couldn’t get to him. As I was runnin’, I just heard this man scream and then it cut off. Froze my blood cold for a moment. And then there was nothin’. No sound at all. I just remember squeezin’ Hershel’s hand in mine and—then soft footsteps were right behind me. I told Hershel to run but he wouldn’t. Maybe he sensed that they weren’t likely to hurt a kid, I don’t know. I was panickin’. Then whoever it was right behind me told me to turn around,” Maggie laughed as she said it, looking back over at Daryl.

He was confused by the smile on her face. “Who was it?” His voice was heavy with grit. His heart felt like it had stalled out for some reason he couldn’t explain, like maybe it was in freefall somehow.

“Daryl—” She grabbed his hand and pressed it between hers. “I turned around and—it was Y/N.”

He stared back at her—not understanding what she’d just said. Maggie nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “She’s alive.”

His heart and breathing were both racing now. He was staring back at her with eyes that looked almost unseeing. Maggie squeezed his hand between hers again. “You were right. She made it out of Atlanta.”

Daryl pulled away and stood up abruptly, pacing a tight circle in the shipping container before stopping again and staring down at her, incredulous, his brow furrowed and expression disbelieving.

“I know. This is a lot to wrap your mind around… But I didn’t want to wait any longer to tell you.”

“Yer tellin’ me… you and Hershel were runnin’ from somebody out in the woods and somehow Y/N was out there and stumbled onto ya.”

Maggie nodded. “Yeah. That’s what I’m tellin’ you. That yell? It was one of them. She put him down.” Daryl paced another tight circle, struggling to parse out one emotion from the other, but chief of them was complete disbelief—he must not be hearing Maggie right. “She nearly dropped her bow when I turned around and she saw it was me. And then we just hugged each other and cried and cried…”

Daryl felt like he couldn’t breathe and he leaned up against the cold steel wall, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to pull in air again and then turned to face Maggie.

“Wh—How—Where is she now?” He didn’t even know where to begin, what to ask first. He was overwhelmed and his knees were suddenly weak. He half-stumbled back over to sink down heavily beside Maggie again.

“She’s with us now, my people. I left her with Hershel and the others back at the meeting point.”

Daryl stared at her, his mouth half-open.

“Her community—she was one of the leaders there.” Here, Maggie ducked her head and stared down at her hands in her lap. “Same thing that happened to mine happened to hers… She said she barely made it out. She thinks she was the only one.”

Daryl swallowed the lump in his throat the best he could. “What did happen?” he managed.

Maggie sighed and shook her head. He heard emotion in her voice when she spoke again. “Not now. Not yet…”

Daryl nodded and leaned his head back against the container behind him, staring vaguely up. The silence stretched on for a long time, but finally he broke it again. “How—how is she? How did she get outta Atlanta? What happened after?” His heart wouldn’t stop pounding and he was having a hard time suppressing the urge to tell Maggie they needed to get back to the rendezvous point now. Every cell in him wanted to go running into the dark.

Maggie looked over at him again, another teary smile on her face. “She’s good,” she nodded. “But the rest of it—that doesn’t feel like my story to tell. You’re gonna ask her yourself.” Daryl’s breath all left him in a rush and his head fell back against the cold steel again, eyes closed. Maggie could see his bottom lip quivering and she gently grabbed his arm. He did his best to contain his overwhelming emotions again. He nodded and looked over at her again, straining to keep it together. “Can ya say that again?”

Maggie laughed and a couple tears finally broke out onto her cheeks as she watched her friend’s whirling. “You’re gonna ask her yourself. She’s waitin’ back there. And Daryl—”

He blew out a breath, trying to calm the way his whole body felt like it was vibrating.

“She’s amazin’,” Maggie said ardently. “Maybe the best fighter we’ve got. And besides that—well… you’ll see what I mean. She’s amazin’.”

Daryl actually smiled and let out a gruff laugh, his blue eyes glassy, looking down at his hands which were now fiddling with his poncho. “Ya dun gotta tell me that. I’ve known that since I met her.”

Maggie gave him another tight smile. “Yeah, I suppose you have.”

“I’m gonna, um…” Daryl climbed to his feet. “I’m gonna go try to process this,” he drawled, letting out a dry laugh. Maggie nodded. “I’m next door if ya need me. Alrigh’?”

“Alright. Night, Daryl.”

Daryl was in a daze as he went back to his bedroll in the shipping container next to Maggie’s and he flopped down on his back. He tucked his hands under his head and stared up at the shadows in the dark corners. This was all surreal. He couldn’t even really be sure that conversation with Maggie had just happened. Alive. You were alive and he was so close… Waiting another damn minute was too much. He knew he wasn’t gonna manage a moment of sleep.

Daryl glanced over at you beside him, your legs dangling off the platform of the guard tower. You were swinging your feet aimlessly, looking out over the still prison yard. The crickets played a symphony below the two of you and in the distance lightning bugs blinked in happy clouds, adding a glow to the deep evening edges.

You must have felt his eyes on you, because you turned and looked over at him, your lips immediately curving into a smile. “What?” you laughed.

He shook his head slightly. “Nothin’.”

You cocked your head at him, your eyes still smiling at the corners. “That look isn’t ‘nothin,’” you said.

Daryl ducked his gaze and pulled anxiously at a thread on his pants. “I just—” he gulped at the tight lump that had suddenly materialized in his throat. “I ain’t ever felt… like this before.” He hazarded a nervous glance up at you again. Your bright eyes were still fixed on him. He rubbed a hand anxiously over the back of his neck and let out a gruff laugh. “I ain’t good at this,” he mumbled.

”I think you’re better than you think you are,” you said. You climbed to your feet and pushed open the door into the guard room. “Come on.”

Daryl gulped nervously again and followed you inside, shutting the night out behind him.

You flopped down on the mattress the two of you had dragged up and clicked on the lantern, turning the dial until it was just a low glow. Then you looked up at him expectantly. “Are you coming?”

He nudged his nose up in a nod, feeling his cheeks already growing warm. He flopped down onto the mattress beside you on his back hard, jostling you and making you laugh as he settled in. You turned over on your side and moved into him. Your hand landed on his chest. He could feel the warmth of it through the thin cotton of his shirt and he tucked one arm behind his head and looked up at you. Home. That was the feeling you gave him… You were his home, his peace, his belonging, his everything…

You watched as he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment, a nervous habit. His other hand landed on top of yours and he tucked his fingers between yours. You smiled at him, a sleepy, contented smile.

“I gotta tell ya somethin’,” Daryl drawled.

“Hmm?”

“I’m—I’m in love with ya…” There was a nerve-racking moment where you stayed frozen, completely still looking down at him, but then—your face lit up with the most goddamn beautiful, megawatt smile he’d ever seen in his life, crinkling your eyes at the corners and seemingly brightening the whole room. His heart jumped and then went along racing in his chest. Next thing Daryl knew you were straddled over his hips and then leaning down to kiss him heatedly, clasping his face, brushing your fingertips into his hair. He pressed his hands into your back, holding you against him.

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes again. You brushed your fingertips into his hair and goosebumps rose on his skin. “I’m in love with you, too. Like I’ve never been in love with anyone before.”

Bewildered, Daryl had just kissed you again and the two of you sank into one another…

Now, his heart ached thinking about it. All these years… all this goddamn wasted time when you really were still out there somewhere. He’d searched and searched and searched, but apparently not far enough. And now? What would it be like seeing you again? Would it be like meeting a different person? He knew he was a different person than he’d been then… How different were you? Fuck, what if you didn’t like who he was now? He’d put a lot of mileage on in the intervening years, new traumas and new scars… He’d aged. He’d changed. What if you didn’t like this version of him? And was it going to be as if everything that had happened between the two of you hadn’t? Was it all going to be a blank slate? After ten years, it might be… He was a bundle of anxiety and racing thoughts. He tossed and turned on his bedroll and finally just climbed to his feet, pacing the length of the cargo container back and forth.

Tomorrow. He’d be seeing you tomorrow. He pressed his right hand over his heart, feeling the strong and fast beat under his fingers. Tomorrow.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Are ya ready?” Maggie asked Daryl as he stepped out into the early morning sun.

He nodded. “Yeah. Ya get any sleep?” he asked her. She shook her head.

“No. Too worried about Hershel. Did you?”

“Nah,” he said, drawing his crossbow back with a bolt in the flight groove. Maggie gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze.

“Let’s go find them.”

They talked quietly as they moved through the woods. Maggie caught Daryl up on what had happened since she’d gone off with Georgie and Daryl told her about the war with The Whisperers that they’d just ended, which she’d managed to play a role in.

They were making good time when something rising above the trees caught Daryl’s eyes. Smoke. “Hold up,” he said, signaling for everyone to stop. “Maggie…”

Maggie’s eyes went wide. “No,” she uttered, and then she took off running, ignoring Daryl’s protests to be careful and slow down. Daryl could see a dark shape looming ahead, the source of the smoke, and when they broke through the brush he saw the burnt ruins of some building. Now he was close to panic too, understanding from Maggie’s frantic searching around the collapsed and still smoldering roof, that this was where her people had been. His stomach twisted in a tangle of barbed wire.

Daryl hurried in after her, his eyes searching the floor and debris desperately. They moved through to the other side and came on the twisted and charred remains of two people. Maggie knelt down before her knees gave out and shut her eyes for a long moment, her head down.

Daryl averted his eyes away. “Maggie—tell me—”

“I don’t know, Daryl. The one on the right is obviously not her, but the other one…”

“They must have followed us. But we were so damn careful—I don’t know how. But this was them,” Cole asserted, looking at Elijah beside him. “The Reapers. They’re out here.”

Maggie stood up and pulled in a deep breath.

“What’s a Reaper?” Kelly asked, glancing sideways at Maggie.

“The people who attacked our home,” she said softly. She passed her hand briefly over her eyes and then seemed to regain her composure. “We need to get our heads on straight,” she asserted. “The rest of our group is still out there, probably runnin’ scared. Including Hershel…” She glanced over at Daryl. “Can ya track them?”

Daryl cast one final look at the burnt bodies, trying to shove down his wild fear that one of them was you—that he’d made it this close to finding you again and then—but he nodded to Maggie. “Yeah. ‘Course I can track ‘em. C’mon.” They all followed his lead back into the brush where he easily picked up the trail. “They’re runnin’. All headin’ north.” The atmosphere was tense and grim as they moved through the trees.

Finally, he bent and touched a few scuffs in the earth. He glanced up at Maggie. “Trail splits here.”

“Hershel?”

Daryl shook his head. “I lost him. But somebody could have picked him up.”

Maggie nodded and paused thoughtfully for a moment. “Then we split up too. It’s the fastest way to find our people and get everyone to safety. Daryl and I will cross. The rest of you follow the other tracks, alright? And watch your backs. Stay together.”

It wasn’t long before Maggie and Daryl ran into some others from the group that had fled the fire. “What happened?” Maggie asked urgently in a whisper.

“Everything was fine,” Maya gasped. “And then all of a sudden, the whole place was burning! We just ran. Jen and Billy—” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “They didn’t make it out.”

Daryl felt a jolt of relief. It wasn’t you. The body hadn’t been you… but his relief was short-lived and also quickly replaced with guilt at feeling any sense of relief at all. Two people Maggie cared about were dead. And you… you were still out here somewhere… but so were these Reapers, and they seemed to scare even Maggie.

Maggie drew in another deep breath. “Where’s Hershel?”

Maya shook her head. “Out here somewhere. I think Kim had him.”

Maggie nodded. But no one had any time to let this news sink in. The muffled pop of a silenced rifle shot sounded through the woods, and one of the people they’d just found dropped down into the leaf litter, shot in the neck. And then everyone was running again…

The shots pursued them through the trees and finally Daryl and Maggie were alone, hiding behind tree trunks as best they could. Daryl’s heart was pounding and he glanced back at her. “There’s only the one shooter out here. Three shots, one at a time, then he had to reload.” She nodded.

“We gotta get to Hershel before they find him,” Maggie said desperately. “Stay here. I’ll go around and flank the shooter.”

Daryl tried to keep the marksman’s attention, but no more shots were fired in his direction and soon he could hear the muffled sounds of Maggie fighting with someone. He took off through the trees, arriving just in time to fire a bolt into the man’s side. It delayed him temporarily, but he then lunged at Daryl, throwing him into a nearby tree. He was knocked out briefly. When he came to, he was dazed and blinking through blood running into his eyes. He tried to get up but his body just wouldn’t move. Maggie was struggling with a snare around her ankle. The man advanced on her purposefully. Daryl tried again to get up but his muscles were weak, refusing to hold his weight. Just when it seemed that Maggie wouldn’t be able to free herself in time, an arrow struck the man in the side of the head and he dropped with a weighty thud to the ground. A single figure stepped out through the brush and threw their hood back, bow in hand. Maggie finally succeeded in cutting the snare and came down hard on her back, but she bounced right back up and went to stand over the still body of the rifleman.

“You should have kept him alive,” Maggie said, staring down at the body.

You reached down and tugged your arrow free of his skull with a sickening squelch. “He was about to kill you. And he wouldn’t have told us a fucking thing,” you said, staring down in anger and distaste at the body. Maggie began to search his pockets for anything useful. And that’s when your attention went to Daryl.

He shook his hair out of his eyes and finally managed to get up to his feet, collecting his knife from where it lay sprawled in the leaf litter. His heart was pounding and he half expected it to burst out of his chest at any moment. Your wide eyes met his and then flickered over his face. You stepped around Maggie and the fallen Reaper toward him as if you were being drawn to him by some force outside of yourself. Maybe you were. Daryl’s chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, but whether it was from the chase and fight or from seeing you he couldn’t be sure. He squinted back at you from some combination of the blood running into his eyes and the tears burning in them as you stopped in front of him, your lips in a small pout, slightly parted, brows knit together.

You glanced down for a brief moment and pulled out a small cloth, reaching up and wiping away the blood running down his forehead into his eyes and cascading down the side of his face. Your expression hadn’t changed—you looked as shocked as a deer in headlights. Daryl drank in the sight of you and leaned into the soft touch of the cotton as you wiped his face. You lifted the scrap of fabric and Daryl’s eyes shut completely as you clasped your shaky hand to his cheek. Your thumb traced the vertical scar on his cheek and he saw your eyes follow up to the portion above on his eyebrow. That’s when your eyes suddenly filled with tears and your lips curved into a disbelieving smile. Daryl practically knocked you over as he wrapped you into an urgent hug, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feeling of you against him, his arms around your frame which was still familiar despite the passing years. You fit just as he remembered you did. Tears poured out of his closed eyes and down his cheeks and he thought he could feel some falling from your eyes and wetting his shirt too.

Some stunned laugh left you as he nearly knocked you down, but then you simply looped your arms around him and hugged him back as tightly as you could. His arms around your lower back were grounding. It was just then that Kelly, Elijah, and Cole rejoined you, looking on in some confusion and amazement at the teary reunion happening before their eyes. Kelly shot Maggie a questioning glance. Maggie’s eyes were dewy and she had a smile on her face that seemed wildly out of place for all the terror that had just happened. “They—they go way back,” she explained to Kelly. “To the beginning. They lost each other.”

“And now they found each other again,” Kelly finished, thinking of her sister Connie.

Finally, suddenly self-conscious, Daryl pulled back and the two of you looked at each other for a long moment. You smiled up at him, your eyes still a little glassy, and then reached up to brush more of his hair that was sticking to the blood there away from his forehead. You looked at the cut there. “Are you alright?” you asked him.

He gulped and could only manage a nod. He knew nothing would come out if he tried to speak. Stop staring so hard, dumbass. He averted his eyes away to the ground, but that only lasted a second. He couldn’t look away from you for fear that you’d disappear again.

“Hershel?” Maggie suddenly asked frantically from behind you. You spun around to answer her.

“He’s safe,” you said.

Maggie heaved a huge sigh of relief and gently grabbed your arm in a grateful movement. “And—?”

“With Hershel,” you said. “Follow me.”

The party now joined together again, everyone followed you through the brush as quietly as possible. Daryl stayed close behind you on the right, ghosting your every step. He was worried you’d feel how hard he was staring at you, but you seemed distracted enough not to notice.

“What if there are more of them out here?” Cole asked in a hushed voice.

You glanced back over your shoulder at him. “There are. You can bet on it. But we’re safe for the moment.”

Suddenly, there was a soft whistle ahead and it was definitely not a bird. Maggie froze and whistled back, smiling over at you and softly touching your arm again, relief on her face. “Ya’ll rest here a minute. Daryl,” she said, nudging her head forward, “come on with us.”

Just a short distance away, an acorn plunked down and bounced right off Maggie’s head. The three of you looked up to see two boys, about the same age, looking down at you from secure seats on a broad oak branch. One, unmistakably Hershel in Glenn’s old baseball cap, greeted Maggie softly. “Hi, Mom.” She grinned up at him.

The other, slightly older, had shoulder length wavy, brown hair and sat swinging his feet in the air. A small bow with an arrow nocked and ready was in his hands.

“It’s alright. Come on down,” you said.

Both of them nimbly slipped down from the tree, landing softly in the damp earth and leaf litter. Maggie grabbed Hershel into a hug and clasped his face briefly before taking his hand. She looked over at you and Daryl, a knowing smile on her face. “We’ll give you a minute. Find us back with the others and then we’ll all head somewhere safe for the night.”

You nodded and watched her go, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip.

“Mom? Is everything okay?”

You looked down at the little boy and gave him a warm smile. “For now, it is. Thanks for keeping an eye on Hershel.” You rested your hands on his shoulders and studied his face.

“I saw him,” he said and the smile on your lips died. “He walked right underneath us. Who are they?”

You shook your head. “Just some bad people. We’re gonna head somewhere safe for the night. It’s okay now.” You knelt down and gave him a long hug. “I missed you,” you said warmly to him, ruffling his hair as you stood up.

“Are they the same ones that—”

“Not right now, buddy,” you sighed, straightening up. “I’m very tired. Come on.” Now, for the first time since you’d found the boys, you caught Daryl’s blue eyes. They were bewildered and questioning and a little overwhelmed.

“Later,” you mouthed to him, your glance apologetic.

Daryl gulped and followed alongside you all the way back to the safety of the shipping containers they’d cleared the night before. BY the time everyone was settled in it was dark out and Elijah was on watch. It seemed very quiet outside the fences. After looking in quickly on Maggie and Hershel, Daryl shoved his hands into his pockets to hide their shakiness and went to the container you’d claimed for the night.

The heavy door was ajar and he stepped softly into the opening. You were seated with your back against the cold steel wall, the little boy asleep beside you on a piled bedroll and spare clothing. You were running your fingers through his hair. You looked up as Daryl’s movement near the door caught your eye and your lips curved in a subtle smile. You tilted your head to beckon him inside.

His heart jumped and he stepped in. You adjusted the blanket over the boy’s shoulder. Daryl walked silently around to your other side and nervously took a seat next to you on the floor. You looked at him expectantly, your eyes soft.

He gulped again as he looked at the sleeping child beside you.

“I know you must have a million questions,” you said quietly. “I know I do. Maggie’s already helped me answer some of them.”

Daryl’s eyes flitted over your face and then returned to the little boy.

“Daryl—” you shifted beside him, angling your body toward his, and he was surprised when you reached for his hand. Hot electricity jumped up his arm at your touch. He met your eyes again. “He’s yours, if you hadn’t guessed. Like I even need to tell you that… I’m sure you were doing the math as soon as you saw him,” you trailed off, watching his reaction carefully.

His breath seemed stolen. He’d known it. Of course he’d known it as soon as he saw him… but hearing you say it was different. A tidal wave of emotions rose up in his chest.

“He’s nine and a half.” You looked back over at your son. “He asked about you today, when we got here.” You caught Daryl’s eyes again.

Daryl gulped at the constriction in his throat and wished you hadn’t let go of his hand. “Does he, uhh—did ya—?”

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah. I almost didn’t even have to tell him. He’s heard enough stories about his dad and his crossbow. And his vest with the wings.” A few tears escaped onto your cheeks and you hurriedly wiped them away.

The word “dad” stole Daryl’s breath again and his blue eyes shot up to meet yours. Daryl cleared his throat nervously. “What’s his name?”

Your smile widened. “I named him Daryl, of course. I call him DJ for Daryl Jr.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh and shook his head a little.

“What?” you pressed him.

He scratched at a non-existent itch on the back of his head nervously. “Ya ain’t gonna believe this… but Michonne and Rick, they have a son. Rick Jr. We all call him RJ.”

“You’re right. I don’t believe it,” you laughed softly. The light was sparking in your eyes and Daryl couldn’t grasp that he was actually sitting there next to you, looking at you, real and vibrant in front of him. “He has your hair,” you said, stroking your fingers through it again. “And your smile.”

“S’got yer eyes though,” Daryl said, not even really meaning to speak it aloud. “I saw right away.”

“He’s amazing, Daryl. He’s so strong and so brave. Like his dad,” you said fondly, looking at his peacefully sleeping form. “And you should see him track and hunt… I taught him as best as I could. I’m sure there’s plenty more for you to teach him though.”

Daryl’s eyes were fixed on your profile in the dim light. “Ya gotta know, Y/N—” You could hear the emotion in his voice easily. “I searched and searched for ya. I went back into Atlanta every day for a week straight to look—Rick had to drag me outta there. And then everywhere I went, I never stopped lookin’ for ya. Ya gotta know that. I never stopped.” His expression was a bit desperate, willing you to believe him.

Your smiled faded as you looked at him and your eyes turned sad. “Hey…” Your hand landed gently on his arm again. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault we got separated. And it’s not your fault couldn’t find me. I knew you would be looking. I was looking too. Always.”

Tears burned in his eyes again and he tried to blink them away but one managed to break free and roll down his cheek. He’d carried so much guilt on his shoulders all these years… he did think it was his fault that he lost you. You reached up and wiped the tear away with your thumb. Daryl’s hand closed lightly around your wrist. His heart hammered in his chest at the feeling of your silky skin beneath his fingers. The light touch of his fingertips on the underside of your wrist sent goosebumps and electricity up your back.

“I thought I was never going to see you again,” you admitted. He could hear the grief in your voice. You’d mourned him just the way he’d mourned you, intensely and constantly. Your hand slipped from him gently and you sighed, leaning back against the wall behind you. “How are we supposed to catch up on what’s happened in the last ten years?” you said with a wry laugh.

He ducked his head and nodded. “I dunno… s’kinda overwhelmin’, isn’t it?”

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah.”

Daryl noticed that your eyes were heavy and your shoulders were sagging, and having not slept the night before, he was exhausted too, though still unsure that sleep would come tonight. His mind was a blur. “Yer tired,” he said, shifting. “I’ll let ya get some rest.”

“Daryl—”

On his feet now, he looked down at you and watched your lips part slightly. He felt another rush of nerves.

“You could… stay in here. If you wanted to… with us.”

He hesitated for a moment, surprised and happy by the suggestion. He nodded wholeheartedly. “I’ll just grab my gear.” All he wanted was to be close to you and this kid who looked like him.

“Okay,” you smiled up at him and smoothed your hand over DJ’s hair again.

In a few more minutes, Daryl had settled down protectively near the door on his bedroll and you were settled down on yours next to your son. The space between the two of you felt vast, but neither of you were brave enough to cross it. Yet.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumpuary Day 9-10

Prompt: “Stay. Please.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

A/N: This one is just a drabble. I was not in a great mood when I wrote it and it probably reflects that. I’m sorry for the subpar work. I hope you still love me.😭

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“Daryl, she needs you.” Carol implored, blocking the infirmary exit. The archer tried to side-step but the woman just knew him too well and moved with him. 

“Damnit, move!” Daryl all but roared at his best friend. He knew she meant well, he did. But he had to stop them. He couldn’t let them hurt anyone else. He’d failed enough by allowing them to get to you. It was eating him alive. He didn’t know how else to deal with the guilt. It was fueling his rage like gasoline on a fire. 

“You’re not thinking straight!”

“M’thinkin’ jus’ fine! Move, Carol!”

“You can’t go out there like this!”

“I can’ believe this! Ya saw wha’ they did ta ‘er!”

“And that’s why you need to stay!”

“Nah, tha’s why I gotta—”

“Daryl.” Your voice was low, strained. It was weak. But he heard it. Of course he heard it. The archer didn’t give Carol a second glance when he crossed the space to you in two long strides. The silver-haired woman walked behind him with her arms crossed, eyes rolled. She knew all it would take was your specific persuasion to calm Daryl down. She was only hoping to hold him off long enough for you to awaken. 

“Hey, m’right here.” He sat down on the edge of your bed in the infirmary, his hip pressed against yours. You looked so small, fragile in the large bed. Pale and bruised with stitched lacerations and butterfly sutures. “Yer gon’ be okay, ya hear me?”

Your smile was tired and small but it was genuine. “I know I am.” You opened your hand and he took it immediately, pressing his lips to your busted knuckles. “I know I am because you’ll be here to protect me, won’t you?” You blinked slowly and watched his expression fall. 

“Ya know I gotta—”

“You don’t gotta do anything.” He looked like he might start to argue so you began to sit up, wincing with an arm around your middle to brace your broken ribs. Daryl was all don’ do that and stay still but you showed him what it felt like for your pleas to be ignored. Finally upright, you panted while Carol rushed to lift the head of the bed for you. You could breathe easier sitting up. You could also look your husband in the eye properly. “All you need to do is be here with me until a plan can be made.”

Carol smirked, seeing the very moment Daryl’s resolve began to crumble. When he glanced at her, most likely for backup he knew he’d never get, she was quick to turn her head, her smile hidden behind her hand. 

He sighed, deeply but not yet resigned. “I can’ jus’—”

“Stay.” You whispered, bringing the hand that was still holding yours to your cheek. “Stay. Please.” 

And that was that. 

Carol closed the door behind her just as Daryl situated himself on the bed with you so you could settle against his chest. When it came to Daryl Dixon, there was nothing anyone could say or do once he had set his mind on something. Except she now had a secret weapon. 

You. 

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Bodyguarded // part 3 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: After your little fall-out with Shane, you start to distance yourself. Daryl gives zero f*cks about you distancing yourself as he keeps himself aroud. During a heart to heart with Daryl, you might discover more of the underlying tone of Shane's attitude towards you. [ read part 1 & part 2 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7]

Crickets cricked in the bushes around the fire. Rick sat by the fire with Lori and Carl. Carl was leaning against him staring at the mesmerizing flames. Lori was in deep thought. Some had joined them but mostly everyone had an agenda of their own. Daryl stood a bit further away, leaning against a tree. His gaze turned away from the fire, but rather turned towards you. You weren’t engaging with the crowd, but keeping your distance from them.

You felt humiliated. Like a spying glass had been cast upon you. Everywhere you went, a set of curious eyes followed. Trying to figure out what was going on between Shane and you. Frankly you hardly had a clue to his behaviour towards you. Perhaps you needed to dig deep. Go way back to old memories from before the fall. Before the world went to hell.

Looking over at your brother made you smile faintly. He looked so happy yet somehow you felt like an outsider. Adverting your gaze from him, you turned your posture to take your leave. Going further away from the others to find solitude. The moment you got in motion, went Daryl after you. Leaving the others for what they were to go with you.

Hearing a second pair of feet trail behind you, you exhaled deep. – “Daryl I want to be alone.” – you told him keeping your pace up. – “Fine. I’ll just keep my distance.” – he answered slowing a bit down. Looking up with a heavy sigh, you stopped. – “Daryl you don’t understand. I don’t want you here!” – you made clear having turned around to him. – “Too bad for I’m not going anywhere.” – he made clear. – “Daryl!” – you groaned out. – “What!” – he called back going in defence.

You groaned loud pressing your palms against your eyes, feeling yourself get worked up. – “Daryl please give me some space.” – you begged. – “I’ll give you space but at least let me be around.” – he asked in return. It made you furrow your brows. – “I don’t want to lose… I mean… if a walker appears…” – he spoke swallowing a lot of his words back in. – “Then what? I can shoot Daryl, remember!” – you made clear.

“I know but you…” – he exhaled loud walking up to you. – “You are not in the right headspace right now.” – he told you, touching your elbow. You turned your head bothered away. You hated how right he was. – “Just… just let me keep you save.” – he lowered his head a bit to catch your attention.

Untensing your muscles with a deep sigh, you surrendered to him. Daryl took you by the other elbow as well, pulling you closer to his body. Sensing just how much you needed it. He wrapped his arms one by one around you. Your arms remained at your side, not feeling it yet. – “Give it a few moments.” – Daryl teased half chuckling. You scrunched your nose, hating how right he was. Not a moment later you gave in, wrapping your arms around him too.

“Good girl.” – he said chuckling. You slapped him hard on the back. – “Don’t patronize me.” – you responded grumpy. Daryl removed his arms from around you, cupping your cheek as he tilted your head a bit back. – “Never.” – he whispered staring down at you. He left a quick kiss on your forehead as it didn’t feel satisfying to you.

He let go of you, spinning you around by your shoulders. He started pushing you through the woody parts of the camp. – “Where are we going?” – you questioned. – “To be alone, like you wanted.” – he simply said, continue to push you forwards. Using you like a compass, navigating his way through.

You came to a clearing in the woods. All the cars were parked over there. Daryl guided you towards the truck opening the door for you at the drivers seat. You got inside, watching him jog around to get in on the other side. He shut the door firm behind him. – “Solitude and silence.” – he joked. – “You are still here.” – you reminded him with a tease. Daryl leaned down in the seat, getting all comfy. – “No I’m not.” – he adjusted the seating lower, leaning back.

“Go ahead and mope or cry or shout, just wake me up when you see a walker.” – he said casually flopping his arm over his head. – “Daryl!” – you said laughingly nudging him hard. – “What?” – he responded unable to hide a smile. – “You’re an idiot.” – you nudged him again with a silly smile on your face. – “I know.” – he answered all smug. He shut his eyes, pretending to take a nap.

You exhaled soft looking out of the dusty window. – “It’s a bit too quiet.” – you said out loud. – “I’m not singing any songs.” – Daryl mumbled in response without moving a muscle. It made you laugh. Daryl set himself back up with a deep exhale. – “Alright fighter, let’s talk.” – he tapped his hand on your knee.

You grabbed the steering wheel staring in front of you. – “How are you feeling with your brother being back, Y/n?” – he asked. You breathed out a laugh, looking at him. – “What I can be serious.” – he let out making you laugh even more. You then calmed letting your hands rejoice at the top of the steering wheel. – “It still feels a bit weird seeing him alive. Don’t get me wrong I am overjoyed he is alive… it is just…” – you started. – “You thought he was dead for so long.” – Daryl finished as you hummed.

“Before… before it all went down my brother was shot.” – You told Daryl. – “They were armed and shot at my brother. Shane… my brother’s partner brought him to the hospital. He wasn’t waking up so they left him in a coma. It was already then a risk if he would make it out alive.” – taking a deep breath you let your forehead rest against your hands on the steering wheel. Suddenly you were pulled back in the memories of the first strike.

Shane drove his car aggressively onto the front lawn. He stepped out all worked up when Lori appeared in the door. – “Shane?” – she said. – “Lori get your bags!” – Shane ordered pointing firm at her. Carl squeezed himself between the opening and his mom, coming in front of her. – “Lori your bags!” – Shane shouted having opened the trunk. – “What for? What is going on Shane?” – She asked feeling herself go in a panic because of his behaviour.

A few houses away broke the window with a clashing sound. Screams filled the streets when a woman tripped. A person going up to her and dropped himself to the ground. A moment later his head lifted a bit of flesh between his teeth. Blood staining his chin as he munched on the flesh. Lori covered up Carl’s eyes, shakingly holding a hand before her mouth. – “Lori!” – Shane yelled startling her. – “The bags!” – Lori nodded shockingly letting go of Carl.

Shane rushed over to Carl, grabbing him roughly by the arm. – “What about dad?” – Carl asked when Shane opened the car door. Shane pushed Carl on the backseat, closing the door on him. Shane ran into the house to help out Lori. Carl looked out of the window, crying silently at what he saw. Flesh being ripped off and blood splattering all around.

You were running horrified by what was occurring. Utter panic in the streets. People eating people. Biting bits and pieces for their own hunger. You didn’t lived far so your first reaction was running over to Rick’s house. There you saw Shane’s car parked poorly on the grass. Upon seeing Carl in the car, you started running faster. – “Carl!” – you shouted loud. Carl heard some muffled sounds before his eyes fell upon you. – “Auntie Y/n!” – he called out, pushing the car door open.

He ran up to you, bumping hard against you. He was crying loud against your body as you shielded him from the horrors. Lori and Shane came out of the house with bags. – “Y/n!” – Lori said surprised. – “Get in the car!” – Shane ordered to Lori. Lori nodded going to the car, tossing the bags in the trunk. Shane walked up to Carl, pulling him off you. – “In the car!” – he shouted at Carl, tossing him towards the car. Lori took Carl, putting him in the car.

“Where is Rick?” – you asked confused. Shane remained silent. – “You were with him! You were at the hospital so where is he?” – you wanted to know. – “Where is he?” – you shouted punching Shane on the shoulder.  Shane grabbed you by the wrist. – “He’s gone!” – he shouted at you. – “No!” – you cried out.

“You are lying!” – you told him. Shane grabbed you by the arms. – “You want to go and see for yourself? Fine! It will be your dead. He is gone Y/n!” – Shane’s hands moved further around you towards your back as it made you step back before they could fully close around you. Shane’s expression hardened. – “Go chase a dead man than!” – he said rudely pushing you away.

You stumbled to the ground in shock. Shane stormed off towards his car. – “If you would just…” – he began, looking over his shoulder to you. Without another word he got in the car. Your eyes widened knowing what he was about to do. You got up to your feet running towards the car. The car got in motion as you missed it. It took a turn, driving off. – “Shane!” – you shouted running after the car.

“Shane!” – you screamed as the distance increased. You couldn’t keep up, you never could. Stopping you dropped to your knees crying and screaming. Carl on the backseat knocking against the glass and shouting was the last thing you saw.

Your head shot up making Daryl blink confused. – “Is…is everything alright?” – he asked after your long silence. – “He told me Rick was dead.” – you mumbled staring hard in front of you. Your hands tightening around the steering wheel. Knuckles turning white. – “He lied…” – you said a bit louder. – “Who?” – Daryl asked getting a bit cautious of how terrifying cold you were being. – “He lied!” – you called out.

Out of anger you started to slap your hand against the steering wheel. Hitting it repeatedly even when your hand felt sore. – “Y/n, Y/n.” – Daryl said trying to get you to stop. He grabbed your hands as you continued to slap, hitting Daryl in the process. He pulled them off the steering wheel pulling at your hands to turn your posture more towards him. He wrapped his arms around you tight as you cried your heart out against his chest.

Pressing his lips hard on top of your head. Daryl turned his head spotting a trailed off walker appear from between the trees. – “Y/n.” – he whispered. – “I’ll be right back… you stay here…” – he said as you felt his grip around you loosen. You lifted your head up as well, seeing the walker. Daryl moved his finger to his mouth, letting you know to remain silent. He then gestured for you to stay put. He was going to take care of it. Your gaze darted down to the crossbow on the floor. His arrows sticking up.

You grabbed an arrow, getting out of the car. – “Y/n!” – Daryl called out, hurrying out of the car. Clenching your grip around the arrow, you went up to the walker. – “Y/n!” – Daryl shouted as it caught the attention of the walker. The walker gaged making it’s way over to you. Daryl ran up to you trying to keep you out of harms way. You raised the arrow, jamming it into the walker’s eye. Pushing it further in, the walker fell backwards with you on top of it.

Pulling the arrow out of it, you jammed it again in it’s eye. Then again and again. Gory blood splashing up. You kept trusting it in the eye, creating a massive hole. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – Daryl called out grabbing your arm to stop you from hitting it once more. – “It’s dead.” – Daryl made clear. You gasped for air with a loud sob, lowering your arm. Daryl took the arrow from you.

You wiped some gore off your face with your arm. Getting up with a loud huff. You wanted to walk off as Daryl grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place. – “What the hell was that about?” – he wanted to know. You didn’t have to speak as he understood. Daryl searched his back pockets taking out a key with the most ridiculous keychains on them. He opened your hand slapping them in your hand.

It made you frown. – “You can drive if you like.” – he said. – “Daryl what… what do you…” – you began as he interrupted. – “I don’t need all of them! I don’t! Hell I can survive better on my own!” – he made clear with a loud tone. – “So f*ck them all and drive off!” – he continued finally making himself clear to you. He grabbed you by the shoulders with a deep exhale.

“All I care about is you Y/n. Let’s get in the car and go. Just go. Leave this pile of shit behind.” – he pulled you closer letting his forehead rest against yours. – “All I want is for you to be save Y/n. So say the word and we’ll leave.” – he finished. You closed your hand with the keys in it, smiling up to him. You kissed him tender on the lips.

Daryl held himself back knowing it was a bittersweet kiss. He knew you couldn’t leave Carl… or Rick. – “I’ll hold you to it.” – you told him not saying entirely no to his offering. Daryl cupped your cheeks, kissing you once more. Deepening his kiss. Lips brushing against one another. A promise made underneath the moonlight.

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Chibs doesn’t tell anyone about your relationship, the fact that he spends most nights in your bed, tangled up in your sheets, enjoying you. It’s better this way, he thinks, for you and for him. You’re in the midst of a messy divorce and he refuses to let Clay have that leverage over him.

It’s been six months since you’d left your husband, since Chibs had helped you move your stuff to your new place a couple of blocks from your office. You flourished in that time, going from strength to strength.

You both don’t put a label on what you’re doing, in fact you don’t talk about it at all, not when he brings you coffee in the morning and not when you make him breakfast. You fall into an easy companionship. It surprises him how quickly he takes to the domesticity.

You’re riding him tonight, your thighs straddling his hips as that sweetness encompasses him. His palm rests on the back of your neck, thumb chasing over the hinge of your jaw as he thrusts inside of you with short punctuated strokes. His cock brushes over that filthy little spot inside of you, the one that sends ecstasy chasing through your synapses as he fucks you and the noise you make, it ruins him.

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his breathing ragged as he looks into your eyes. He wants you to know how he feels, that this goes beyond fucking. It’s love but he can’t tell you that, he won’t ever tell you that.

He says your name when he comes, his face buried in the curve of your throat as he spills himself inside you because the way you grip him, it makes him feel like he’s seen God himself.

You’re wearing his shirt when slip from the sheets in the aftermath, padding quietly towards the kitchen. It’s the sight of you wearing his clothing that changes everything, it satisfies a primal instinct deep inside because for a moment it doesn’t matter than you’re still married, that his club owns every part of him. You’re his and he's yours, that's all that matters.

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