#but i guess they dont even love their own children 😭

[mrdixon]

Trick or Treat

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p-in-v, oral (fem. receiving), praise, a little edging

summary: reader dresses up for halloween and daryl loves it.

A/N: sorry this took so long. ive been so unmotivated which is why this took like ten days to write 😭. writers block is killing me rn but i wanted a daryl dixon halloween smut fic so youre welcome :3 and dont worry i didnt forget about a rugged muse. ps im a whore.

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It’s finally Halloween! One of your favourite holidays, and your first since the apocalypse started. The kids were out to trick or treat tonight and you… well you had other plans.

After finding a cat ear headband on an earlier supply run you decided to dress up, rummaging through your closet to find something suitable. Eventually you settled on an all black outfit, including a skirt and some thigh highs. You twirled in the mirror and then set it all together with the headband, giggling to yourself. You grabbed a pair of pumps and headed downstairs into the kitchen where you grabbed the bowl of homemade chocolate and treats, waiting for kids to come by.

There was a knock at the front door and you quickly ran over, grinning as you opened the door to Judith and RJ.

“Trick or treat!” The Grimes children said in unison, holding out their bags. You laughed in joy at the two’s costumes, Judith was a sheriff (duhh) and RJ was a lion.

“Wonderful costumes you two,” you smiled brightly, giving the two of them a chocolate bar. They both thanked you before rushing to the next house, a smile plastered over your face as you watched them run off. You wondered what it’d be like having kids of your own, wondering if your boyfriend even wanted any. You shook your head, now was not the time to dwell over it. You’d eventually talk to Daryl about it. You shut the door and sighed contently as you waited for the next knock.

The next knock came by quickly and you practically skipped your way to the door, opening it to find your boyfriend standing there.

“Huh, treat it is..” Daryl mumbled smugly, looking you up and down as he rubbed his bottom lip. His hair was tousled and he had his crossbow slung over his shoulder, probably coming back from a hunt.

“Hmm, let me guess… Scud from Blade 2?” You laughed as he rolled his eyes, pushing you into the house and grabbing your waist while kicking the door closed with his foot. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you backwards.

“I love it when ya wear these things,” he growled in your ear, rubbing the hem of your stockings. His finger slid under to rub your thigh, kissing your neck.

There was a knock at the door to which he groaned, pulling away but keeping his hands on your thighs.

“I gotta hand out treats,” you smiled apologetically, rubbing over his hair. He brushed you off, moving away and grabbing the bowl of treats off the floor.

Daryl opened the door and smiled slightly at the children, placing the bowl on the chair outside. “Go nuts,” he murmured before shutting the door and walking back over to you. You looked at him with narrowed eyes, crossing your arms playfully. He shrugged, nibbling his lip. “Wha’? I need my treat,” he shrugged.

Daryl grabbed your hips and maneuvered you over to the kitchen counter, pressing you against it. Now you were wedged between the counter and him, his fingers pinching your sides teasingly. He had this cheeky smirk, playing with the hem of your skirt, rubbing his fingers against the velvety material.

“What do you want?” You scoffed amusingly, placing your hands over his shoulders. Daryl smirked, leaning in to press his lips against yours to which you kissed back happily. His hands moved from your hips and onto your ass, smirking into the kiss while squeezing the flesh. You let out a soft moan into the kiss, Daryl taking the opportunity and sliding his tongue into your mouth. His hand rubbing your ass gently. His kisses were intense, your head swirling with just the thought of him while he eased you up on the counter and stood between your legs. He pulled back only to dive into your neck, licking and nibbling hungrily at your skin and leaving little love bites.

“Yer so hot…” he growled, placing a hand on the back of your head as you tilted it back, licking over your throat while a hand groped your breast over your shirt. You moaned softly while your eyes struggled to focus on the ceiling, your vision blurring from the lust you were feeling. Heat radiating off your skin, Daryl’s breath making it even hotter as both his hands joined together to massage your breasts. The heat rushed to your face, squeezing your eyes shut defensively as you let out a low groan. Daryl grinning at your expression as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling you. “I wish ya could see yer pretty face righ’ now…”

You gulped, sighing once he pulled away. Though once you opened your eyes he was crouched over, placing a kiss on your knee while looking up at you through his brows. You placed your hands behind you on the counter, bracing yourself as he pushed you further up on it. Your thighs hit the cold marble, sending shivers up your spine. Daryl chuckled at your shock while pulling off your heels, followed by the knee high socks one by one. As he did he placed kisses along your calves, tossing the socks behind him as his lips travelled up. One of your hands moved over his shoulder, playing with the strands of hair that fell upon them. He got down on his knees, reaching back to grab your ass and pull you to the edge of the surface, pressing his nose against the front of your panties. You hissed, grabbing his hair roughly. He pushed his head further under your skirt, his face hidden from you.

“Daryl…” you whined quietly, feeling him continue to rub his nose over your clothed clit. He grumbled lowly as you tightened your grip on his hair, reaching further up your legs to slip his fingers under your skirt.

“So wet already?” He taunted, his hot breath on your panties caused your pussy to throb. He rubbed your bare hips before pulling down your panties, moving his face back to pull them off completely. He took your panties and shoved them into his back pocket, smirking up at you as he pushed your legs further apart. Groaning at the sight of your wetness leaking onto the counter.

His hands pushed your skirt up your thighs to get a better looked at your soaking cunt, his mouth practically watering. You whined, your fingers curling into the dark strands on his head. “Daryl—”

Your words were cut off by a moan as he dove straight into your pussy, his tongue darting out to run between your folds. Your eyes peered down at him, his mouth buried in your folds and his nose resting on your soft mound. His eyes were closed, relishing the taste of your arousal. Moans continuously poured out of your mouth, fingers pulling his hair roughly to which he growled. The vibration only heightened your pleasure as you squeezed your thighs around his head. He tugged you closer and made you jerk a little, his tongue sliding into your slick hole. You released his hair and placed your hands behind you, bracing yourself while he fucked you with his tongue.

“Fuck… oh fuck..” you breathed, eyelids fluttering shut while the heel of your foot dig into his back. Daryl held onto your thighs, holding them flat against the counter to keep you spread open for him. His thumbs pressed into your inner thigh, his grip almost bruising as sounds of your moans and him slurping you up echoed through the room. You felt that sweet feeling building up in your stomach, gasping as it threatened to snap and spill over. “Daryl,” you panted. “Daryl, I'm gonna cum.”

You threw your head back, your moans airy as the warm feeling blossomed. His eyes opening to look at your blissful face, your eyes shut and lips parted. He sucked on your clit, noticing the way your legs twitched before pulling away. Your orgasm quickly subsiding.

“What.. the fuck?” You panted, staring down at him with your brows furrowed in frustration. He had a cocky smile on his face, running his hands up your waist and cupping your breasts before pulling the neckline of your shirt down. Your breasts popped out, his calloused hands immediately taking ahold of them.

“The only thing yer cummin’ on is my dick, pretty girl.” He chuckled, leaning in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled and sucked on the sensitive bud, leaving goosebumps along your skin while you moaned shakily. His left hand worked on your other breast, though alternating to give each mound of flesh the attention of his mouth. He sucked dark marks onto your breasts, stepping back to admire his work. He smirked while rubbing the stubble on his chin, his little fanged canines peeking out. “Step on the floor fer me?”

You nibbled the inside on your bottom lip, shakily getting off the counter with his help. He smiled softly at you, grabbing you by your hips and whispering in your ear. “Such a good girl fer me, hm?” The words made your pussy ache with need, your breath hitching as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. His lips kissed along your head, down to your ear, then your jawline, and eventually your lips. His palm was warm against your neck, thumbing your jaw carefully. His tongue licking over your lips before sliding into your mouth, the tangy taste of yourself still on his tongue. He bit at your lower lip, pulling it with him as he moved away. “Ya want me do ya?” He whispered low and rough.

“Please…” your throat was hoarse, the request quieter than you intended. He let out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss against your lips once more.

“Turn around darlin’,” he kissed your lower jaw, prompting you with a tap to your bottom. You obliged, swallowing uneasily as you turned to the counter. Your body jolting when his pressed behind you, “ain’t gonna hurt ya… just bend over fer me.”

He slowly pushed you down by your back, pressing you over the counter where your breasts hit the cold tile. You trembled, leaning up on your elbows and silently cursing from not being able to look at him. Your head turned over your shoulder to which he smiled, leaning in and kissing you tenderly, his erection pressed against you over your skirt.

“So pretty, my woman.” He mumbled against your lips, placing his hands down on either side of you on the counter. You sighed and closed your eyes once his lips fell upon your shoulder blades, the sweet kisses turning into open mouthed kisses. Leaving a trail of wet kisses along your skin, his hand rubbing at your ass while pushing your skirt up your waist. His fingers found your folds, running them through your slick. “Jesus christ…” he muttered, leaning back to watch how easily his fingers slipped into you.

You keened, fingers clawing at the counter. “Please Daryl… please oh my god.” He pulled his fingers out, a choked sob escaping your lips.

“Shh, I gotcha’…” he whispered from behind you, your head falling forward in defeat. You felt his body heat lean over you while he kissed the back of your head, the sound of his belt being undone sent a surge of relief through you. You heard him groan as he freed his cock from its confines, his pants being shuffled down his legs. You knew they were off when you heard his belt buckle hit the floor, one hand grasping your hip, running up to squeeze your breast before falling back.

He stepped closer, running the head of his cock through your folds and circling your clit. You cried softly, your hands closing into fists. “Daryl… I’m going crazy—” he cut you off by shoving himself straight into you, the stretch painful. Another pathetic sob escaping your mouth as you lay your head down. He held still inside you, exhaling through his teeth as he leaned over you, his chest on your back. He moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck softly, nibbling apologetically. You heaved, adjusting to him while your eyes remained closed.

“’s okay… yer doin’ so well.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, hips slowly withdrawing and pushing back in. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, his fingers tapping your lower back. “Don’ do tha’, lemme hear those pretty sounds of yers.”

A breathy moan slipped out of you, the warmth of his chest on your back departing as he stood up straight, both hands on your hips now. He groaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving the tip in just to slam back in, his balls hitting your clit. He continued this motion once he realized you were taking him comfortably, closing his eyes while he listened to your whines and pleas of pleasure.

“Daryl!” You cried out his name repeatedly, mixing in with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours. You had to strain your ears to hear his own grunts and groans, which he hypocritically held back from you. You moans reverberated through the kitchen, your legs trembling against his thrusts. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you easily only made you wetter, aiding that feeling.

“Fuck, yer so wet.” He groaned, falling forwards so his face was buried in your hair, his growls in your ear. “Such a good girl… takin’ my cock so well.” He muttered, your head thrown back at his praise. Your mouth fell open whiney moans and cries echoing through the room.

“Daryl! Oh fuck… oh my god!” You yelled, head leaning forward while your fingers clawed at the smooth marble. His grip on your hips tightened, driving impossibly deeper into you. Your walls squeezed around his length, feeling each vein as he pushed in and out of you rapidly.

He grumbled against your neck, licking and biting your skin. “Look at ya.. so perfect.” Both of his hands gripped at your breasts, pulling you up with him so your back was flat against his chest. You wailed as your head fell back on his shoulder, his hips still rutting into yours. He growled deeply, lips landing on your neck. His tongue darted out to lick across your sweaty skin, those fanged canines biting into your shoulder. You cried out desperately, your velvety walls closing in on his cock. He whimpered against your neck while his fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ya gonna cum fer me? Hm?”

You mumbled incoherently, your mind a haze as you became delirious. Your eyes rolled back into your head while he growled in frustration at your skirt still attached at your hip, he pulled out to drop it to the floor and then slid effortlessly back inside you. Continuing his pace, your orgasm quickly building up.

“Yer amazin’… so fuckin’ good around my cock,” he moaned, his pace becoming sloppy as he came close. “Ya wanna cum wit’ me, sweet girl?” He gently bent you back over the counter, his hand slithering between your legs to toy with your clit.

You could do nothing but wail his name, your core making obscene noises as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your breasts bounced every time his hips met yours, he was groaning more freely, letting out a few whimpers of his own while he rubbed your clit furiously. Your legs shook with such intensity you would've collapsed if he wasn't holding you. You couldn't even moan properly, your throat hoarse from screaming. All that came out were scratchy cries while your hands tried to hold onto something.

“C’mon… let go… cum fer me,” he murmured softly, huffing as he shoved himself deeper in you. His calloused fingertips rubbed your clit intensely, his encouraging words sending you over the edge.

“D—Daryl…!!” You squeaked, a high pitched sigh of pleasure escaping your lips as you came. The feeling of your climax sent Daryl into a frenzy, his fingers stopped rubbing your clit and instead shoving those fingers in your mouth. You moaned around his fingers, tasting your own sweet arousal.

“See how good ya taste?” he mumbled, his thrusts stalling as he lay over you. He pulled his fingers out your mouth and licked them clean in his own, “delicious…” He kissed your shoulder and up your neck, still thrusting slowly until he eventually grunted in your neck. He trembled as he pulled out, shakily stroking himself and shot ropes of his semen all over your back, groaning deeply.

You felt the tip of his cock gently tap your lower back before he pulled away, your forehead pressed against the cold tile which brought you back to earth. You sort of wanted him to finish inside but you couldn't voice it out quick enough. Closing your eyes, you breathed softly while you heard him tuck himself back into his pants. He grabbed a nearby washcloth and used it to wipe off your back and between your legs. After, he removed your remaining clothes while placing soft kisses down your spine.

“Ya did such a good job…” he whispered, carefully picking you up. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl… such a pretty thing.” He kissed your temple. You sighed, closing your eyes as you lay against him. His strong arms carrying you bridal style out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“(Y/N)…” he mumbled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. “Ya tired? Or do ya wanna go again… ‘cause I wanna cum in ya, give ya a baby.” He pushed your shared bedroom door open, carrying you over to the bed

Your eyes widened from how he practically read your mind, chuckling softly. “Where is this coming from?” You whispered while he lay you down and hovered above you.

“Been thinkin’ about it. A lot. An’ I know ya have, I see ya lookin’ at Judith n’ RJ..” He shrugged, nuzzling your neck. “So… wha’ do ya say?”

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently. “Be softer this time…” you looked him in the eyes, his gaze loving and tender. “Is this a trick?”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he kissed all over your exposed skin. His growing erection pressing at your thigh while he breathed warm air into your ear. “Nah, this is a treat.”

[spacedlexi]

you said that you "need 2 characters to deeply care for each other and positively impact each other for me to want to ship them" so which of the twdg canon ships do you actually think work/make sense? and by canon ships i mean like actual established relationships, implied relationships or perhaps a character that was crushing on someone else before death.

me immediately blanking on every relationship in twdg upon reading this ask

the only one i stand behind with conviction is clemvi. idk if you need me to explain why i feel like ive done it a million times by now 👀 but yeah theyre the only relationship i "Ship" in regards to the quote where i see them as a match for each other and think romance makes sense for both parties

as for some "in defense of"s

i'll defend javi and kate. my only Real problem with them is how they handle david in it like girl can you at least take off the wedding ring before we kiss 😭 my brother still thinks youre his wife (plus they did push it Really hard.. but like.. narratively i understand why they did. family is a running theme of the series and javi and davids relationship is like the main conflict). but like. kate and javis relationship Makes Sense. she had a shit husband (who wanted to go back to the army anyway). her and javi already had the beginnings of Something before the outbreak even happened. she was left with javi to take care of 2 children that werent even biologically hers (i enjoy the complex family dynamics in twdg as a whole). and together theyve been surviving for years as a family unit. i think javi having feelings isnt up for debate, its more just will he act on those feelings or will he respect his brother? and like.. fuck david am i right? kate was Not happy in that relationship and deserves better, and javi cares about her. but also the pressure from their dad to get along after hes gone. it all works for me even if it couldve been executed better

and i .... sigh .... Understand gabe and clem. BUT!!! i think they have different feelings towards each other and its an important distinction. gabe definitely has a huge crush on her, shes cool as hell, but i think her feelings in return are fueled by hormones and the fact that she hasnt been around anyone her own age since DUCK (sarah was 15 at the time). like. does she think hes cute? yeah. but he can also be kind of a huge jerk sometimes and acts recklessly. i think its those moments that snap clem out of it lol. seeing this response in S4 felt vindicating im taking it as sad loner clem having a hormone induced crush. like girl yes or no?? this is the most direct option??

personally i dont like them together because i Hate tropes where the more mature girl half has to teach the immature boy half to grow up and be capable and thats somehow romantic. ESPECIALLY in clems case where she is literally already raising someone like her hands are full ok. her assuaging his ego makes me 🤢 girl you dont have to take that second gun just because he was gonna cry about it if you didnt. its just not romantic to me. also i think its soooo funny that clem uses the same tactic on gabe that she does on aj in S4 with the "i need you to watch my back" to stop him from complaining about being left behind at the gate LOL. also i just think he loves his dad too much who clem hates more than anyone on earth so like.. theres that

uuhhh who else... alvin and rebecca are fine. like i have nothing to say about them but i believe their relationship and think they wouldve been good parents to aj. hmmm.... i guess thats it for the ones i have defenses for?? the others just like.. exist. like im neutral

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

oh boy oh boy it’s episode six time!!

- the only context i have going into this is that my friend who already watched the episodes said they made her upset so i am. Afraid.

- gorgeous opening shot with the lighthouse ngl

- ned who the fuck are you and also stay the fuck away from my boys

- okay but the line “my love, i’m still a musician at heart” goes so hard

- uh oh izzy and ed interaction

- y’know this is as close to closure as they’re gonna get tbh

- archie’s insane i love her

- fang sipping tea and being bitchy <3

- sad that the party was a lupete wedding :/

- godDAMNIT the twink is back

- god i love this crew so much

- lmao ed giving children knives (also taika’s daughters!!)

- “we own an inn” WHAT IF I SOBBED AND CRIED AND LOST MY MIND

- “minor prince, pirate queen who conquered all of china” i love her so much

- OH MY GOD WEE JOHN AND IZZY DRAG BONDING 😭😭😭

- i love that they’re all chill with ed now

- they’re all so hot and fun and goofy and i love them

- FUCKING SLAY KRISTIAN

- ngl i was very scared when izzy first came on singing but OH MY GOD.

- i forgot how good of a singer con is i am LOSING MY MIND

- oh my god oh my god oh my god

- the polycule dancing!!

- NO DONT INTERUPT IZZY >:(

- ed immediately pushing stede behind him at the first sign of danger 😩

- i love stede’s face when ed says “i only hang out with cool pirates”

- AHKSTKGKSJAJKSJS PROTECTIVE ED

- “no no no it’s me you want it’s me you want” what if i lost my entire mind

- “whatever this is it’s just going to turn me on” season one izzy could NEVER

- lmao didn’t even process that pete and lucius weren’t there they were just off fucking i guess

- “twenty four hours of freaky uninterrupted love” good for them.

- ed and izzy’s reactions to torture are so nonchalant what if i just. *psychoanalyses them*

- “i’m just doing it for the lolz” OH MY FUCKING GOD

- “maybe we just tell their stories.. and in a way isn’t that the best revenge?”

- please can these pirates mutiny against ned

- hellkat maggie my love <3

- stede being badass we love to see it!!

- “where’ve you been?” “we got engaged!” “aww i love that for you!!”

- okay i hate ricky but also he serves so much cunt

- lmao this ned plotline ended quickly

- this is the sexiest stede has ever been holy shit

- ed you gotta fuck him now

- oh my GOD did stede just refer to ed as his “friend” i—

- listen i know ed doesn’t like this and now stede has trauma but god that was badass

- they’re gonna fuck now i feel it in my bones

- AHAKFKYJSJSKD YES STEDE GRAB HIM BY THE COLLAR AND PUSH HIM AGAINST THE WALL ITS WHAT HE DESERVES /pos

- not the fucking cut to black 😭😭

- the crew singing along to izzy in the credits <3

- lmfao fang has a goat now (but he finally got a pet!!)

- god that episode was PERFECT. oh my god. i’m just. oh my god.

[cellsshapedlikestars]

hii previous anon here!

no need for trigger warnings it just really gets me in my feelings so compliments to the chef 🤌🏼

i think its so sad because there's no turning back time, no matter how much they would work on their relationship and even if they did get as close as a true family, alayne would still be there occupying a space that was meant to be sansa's, having grown up with an amazing support system that she lacked, even though it was "rightfully" hers? no shade at alayne. every child deserves a supportive and loving family. i think its sad that they didnt feel her absence because someone filled her place while she definitely felt the absence of love, if that makes sense. i feel like no matter how much she integrates into the family, the story could never have a truly happy ending.

i dont know if you know the story "a past worth having" where sansa is abducted as a child and grows up as baelish's daughter. i think its really similar but the one thing that makes it hurt less to read (for me personally) is that the starks did feel her absence and although they are a big family, there was still a place for her to fill. weird analogy but imagine a dinner table: sansa in apwh would join a dinner table where everyone is sat and there'd be an empty chair for her but the sansa of this story would see everyone sat at a full table and catelyn jumping up to get a chair and jam it between two others 😭

i know the message of your one shot was that there could still be place for sansa if she wanted it, that they'd just have more to love with alayne and sansa but i definitely think it would be difficult to just become part of a family that never knew you existed after 20 years rather than be reunited with a family that already had a bond with the thought of her

okay i am SO SORRY for ranting on your inbox like this😭 i dont know why im so hung on this story. its a good thing you usually write happy endings because your sad stories result in lengthy essays like this i guess 😂

Don't apologize for ranting, anon!

I completely understand what you mean by all this and it's sort of the point, Sansa even says it herself to Jon - in the stories she used to read, the lost princess was never replaced.

But think of it this way, maybe. Plenty of people have shitty childhoods and still go on to lead happy, fulfilling lives. Plenty of people create a found family, in their late teens, early twenties, maybe even later and find that just as fulfilling. Sansa will grow up, she'll have a whole new family to give her the love and support she was missing. She'll find common ground with Alayne, who herself has to deal with the fact that her birth father doesn't care one bit about her, while Sansa's birth family wants everything to do with her.

She'll fall in love, have her own children, start her own family. She'll love those children the way she missed out on for sixteen years. She'll love them the way she learned to when she finally found the Starks.

I don't know if any of this helps, but that's my version of this fic's future.

(oh, and for anyone who hasn't read a past worth having, go do it!)