#darly Dixon x you

[winterrsun]

Comfort

Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only

A/n: This is smut but it’s like the fluffiest sappiest smut, it’s meant to be really emotionally gratifying. Also I’ve really kinda half heartedly set it up for a part 2 where they reunite with the group and Rick…let me know if you think I should continue this!

Summary: after the prison fell, you and Daryl start to mourn what you’ve lost and find comfort in each other, both emotional and physical.

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The last couple of weeks had been such a blur. After the prison fell, you were thrown back into survival mode and all sense of security was gone. You never knew where your next meal would come from, or whether you were minutes away from death. You were grateful you’d gotten out in the company of Daryl and Beth; you’d always gotten along with both of them and Daryl was one of the most experienced survivalists. It was nice having Beth to talk to and relate to the experience as well, neither of you being natural outdoorsmen. Even if he was a grumpy ass most of the time, and she was still a bit of a bratty teenager at heart, you’d fast grown extremely reliant on both of them being around you.

You’d all found a small shack to hole up in for a couple of nights, you’d also found a stash of moonshine in the cupboard. Beth had been insistent on trying her first drink. It made you both amused and sad when you compared her experience to your teenage party years, so while Daryl disapproved you thought it was only fair to have your own little party. That’s how the three of you ended up on the living room floor, laughing your heads off.

“Really Y/N, you never been camping?!” Beth questioned incredulously.

“Yer even more a princess than I thought” scoffed Daryl.

“Yeah yeah,” you laughed, “well I suppose my whole life’s a big camping trip now.”

“Alright alright, my turn!” Daryl exclaimed. “I never… bin to a wedding”.

“You what?! Daryl that’s just sad” you said before taking a large swig of the homemade booze.

“Yeah, even I’ve been to a couple. Only other time I drank any liquor, daddy let me have a glass of champagne” said Beth.

“What part of my life was a fucking shit show before all this do you two not get” he grumbled.

You rubbed his arm, “alright we know, just teasing you” you smiled.

Beth’s giggles turned to hiccups, and she eventually lay her head down on the sofa and you realised she’d gone to sleep.

You nudged Daryl and nodded at Beth. He smiled at you, and pointed to the singular bedroom in the shack- suggesting you and he should move into the other room so as not to wake her.

The room was small; a double bed took up almost all the floor space, so you plopped yourself down on it. Daryl followed, carrying the bottle of moonshine with him. He took a sip before passing it to you, who did the same.

“She’ll be right” he gestured to the door, referring to Beth in the other room.

“I know” you replied, “we’ve all been there, she just needs to sleep it off.”

He nodded and you fell into an easy silence, both taking additional sips now and then. You grew pensive, and some of the thoughts you’d been mulling around for days started to come to the surface. The tipsy haze in your brain had your lips moving before you even knew you wanted to share what was on your mind.

“I don’t think I’ve said it,” you said, looking to Daryl, “but I’m so grateful for the two of you. The amount of times I’ve wondered what kind of state I’d be in if I was on my own…”

“Can’t be thinkin like that” he replied gently.

“I know. It’s just, it makes me mad to think about how quickly our circumstances changed. Things were so good Dar, they were finally all coming together. And then…..it’s just nothing in this world can ever really work can it?” You were rambling a little, but Daryl didn’t look like he was going to challenge you or tell you to be quiet. He just looked at you sadly.

“Do you think we’ll ever see any of them again?” You whispered to him. A tear escaped your eye and started to trickle down your cheek.

“I don’t know” he replied, and to your surprise he reached towards your face and softly wiped the tear of your cheek, “but I’m glad we’re here together too”.

He didn’t remove his hand from your face, in fact he gently cupped your chin. You leaned into it, while his head dipped closer to you and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and allowed the sweet sensation to wash over you.

When he pulled back away he looked unsure of himself, and mumbled a “sorry” to you.

You shook your head, placed your hands on his chest and leaned back toward him, kissing him more deeply this time. His tongue crept into your mouth and started to dance with yours.

Your hands drew up behind his neck as the two of you continued, and he reached for your waist, pulling you into his lap. The kiss grew needier as you straddled him; it wasn’t a need driven by pure sex and physical desire. It was like all the emotions you’d been feeling since the prison poured into your movements, and Daryl lapped them up and returned them with his own. You could’ve been hugging, or crying in each others arms, but instead you were kissing and writhing against each others bodies and it had the same cathartic effect.

You clung onto him as he pulled his lips away from yours briefly, to gently and slowly peel your dirty shirt up from your body. You allowed him to manoeuvre your arms overhead so he could take it off and toss it aside. He then reached around and unclasped your bra, and took a moment to stare at and admire the sight before him.

“You’re beautiful” he almost whispered, starting to run his hands over your breasts and grope them lightly. “I’m gonna take care of you Y/N, I promise”.

You were almost overwhelmed at this moment of pure bliss. You’d never thought there’d be anything sexual between you and Daryl. He was one of your best friends, with a bond like family. Sure he was hot. You’d notice his biceps peaking out of that winged vest and your heart might’ve quickened slightly every time you saw the way he gripped his motorbike handles. But you’d always just been friends.

Let alone the fact that you actually had a thing with his best friend. You and Rick had never defined whatever it was between you, but there was denying when he snuck into your cell nearly every night who you belonged to.

But Rick was gone. You didn’t know where, or if he was even alive, or if you’d ever see him again. It played on your mind every single day. You missed him so much more than all the others, longed for him. You were sick of it eating at you, and you just wanted to feel good for the first time in weeks.

You clawed at Daryl’s shirt, and he took a break from massaging your breasts to help you remove the black tee from his body. You pressed into him as your lips found his again and you relished the feeling of his skin against yours. It felt warm and unbelievably comforting. He began to rub circles on the small of your back and you arched into his touch.

“Daryl” you breathed against his mouth.

“What do you need baby?” He asked, pulling back and grabbing your face in both of his hands, eyes searching yours.

“You…I just need you” you said pleadingly.

Daryl shifted beneath you and lifted you up to flip you onto your back on the bed.

He slowly pulled your pants down and hovered over your torso, looking at your cotton panties. He dipped down and placed a soft kiss on your abdomen, creeping along your hip line. You hummed and wriggled at the tickling sensation, enjoying it. You felt a warmth envelop you from his touches. Then his fingers hooked into the elastic around your waist and pulled the fabric down from your body.

He ran his hand back up your leg, his eyes following the movements before he flitted them up to your face. You made eye contact and he sought the non verbal confirmation that you were okay. You bit your lip in anticipation as you gazed up at him, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable under his touch. Now fully naked on the bed.

You gasped as his fingers found their way into your fold, and began to gently stroke around. You flinched slightly as he ran over your clit for the first time, and he placed a kiss back on your lips, then trailing down your neck. He began drawing circles around your sensitive nub at a steady but not too fast pace and he lifted his head back up to study your face again.

“So beautiful” he commented. You arched your back off the bed and moan softly. He picked up the pace a little and your pleasure increased.

“Daryl” you gasped, “I need more. I want all of you”.

He nodded, stroked your hair with his free hand before withdrawing them both to unbutton and remove his pants. You lowered your eyes and watched as he freed his sizeable cock from his underpants. You sat up and leaned forward, glancing up at him with doe eyes before attaching your lips to his member.

He groaned as you took him in your warm, wet mouth. You suckled and licked around it, playing with him while lubing him up for you. His hands found their way into your hair, loosely gripping it while you bobbed your head back and forth. He threw his head back and savoured the sensation.

After a little while you pulled away and he gently pushed your shoulder so you lay back on the bed. He braced himself over you and lined himself up, gazing down into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re here” he whispered, hovering outside your entrance. You nudged your head up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Me too” you said softly.

Then he slowly thrust into you. It ached just a little on the way in, but you quickly adjusted to him. For the first time in weeks you felt whole, and human, and like you were capable of something other than simply just surviving as he sank inside you.

You tensed around him and wrapped your legs around his body, which he took as a signal to start pumping his hips in and out of you. Warmth filled your body, radiating from your core to chest at the feeling of connection and intimacy. To your surprise, tears prickled your eyes as you felt emotionally stimulated as much as physically. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit onto Daryl’s shoulder, allowing his warm skin to absorb the moan that left you.

“Don’t need to keep too quiet pretty girl” he said encouragingly. You smirked and let go, noting the love bite you’d left behind before moaning out into the room this time as his hips continued to pound into you.

He pulled out briefly and you were left feeling empty and disappointed, just for him to gently grab your thigh and push your leg back towards your face, hooked behind his arm. He pushed back in and you relished the new, deeper angle.

“Fuuuck, yesss” you hissed and he smirked down at you.

“Feels good baby?” He cooed before grind his hips in a particularly deep thrust and you nodded, moaning in reply.

He picked up the pace now and you felt the heat grow in your belly, driven more by lust at this point. Your climax was building, and it was as if Daryl could tell. He drove into you faster than before, angling his hips upwards to hit just the right spot.

“Dar! I’m gonna” you began-

“I know baby, let go” he soothed.

With an almost scream you came, it rippled through you in waves and he rode it out with you. In this moment nothing else mattered, not the situation you were in, the home you’d lost, the people you’d been seperated from. It was just bliss for a perfect moment.

As your pleasure subsided Daryl snapped his hips into a few more hard times before grunting himself and moving to pull out of you.

“Don’t!” You cried without thinking, holding his hips to yours with your small hands. You felt his dick pulsate inside you as he painted your walls with his cum. It was the last, comforting gesture you wanted to take from him tonight. The feeling of him filling you up as much he possibly could.

His sweaty forehead met yours as he stopped moving, and you felt his penis jerk inside you one last time before all was still. You panted together for a few seconds, before he slowly rolled over to lay next to you.

You felt his ejaculate trickle out of you onto the bed, and groaned at the mess, grinning at him.

He looked around and grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the bed, using it to roughly wipe up you and the linen beneath you. You both chuckled, and he tossed it aside before throwing an arm around you and pulling you towards him to lay your head on his chest.

With your head on his bare skin and listening to the sound of his heart beat and the sensation of his breath rise and fall, you closed your eyes and fell asleep. He planted once last kiss to the top of your head before doing the same.

You woke with a start to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight beginning to creep in through the window, neck stiff from the angle you slept at. You felt chilly and looked down to see goosebumps over your bare body. Not just yours, you noted the extra limbs tangled with yours and remembered the situation you were in. You smiled to yourself, knowing that the amazing night was a once off for you both.

Daryl had just started to stir at your movements on the bed, before you heard movements in the other room. A female voice groaning, before stomping quick footsteps and the sound of coughing and liquid splashing the metal sink. Beth had arisen, and was experiencing her first hangover. You almost would have giggled, except you realised you had to get dressed quick and decide how to explain the two of spending the night in a small room with one double bed.

You looked back at Daryl, now fully awake and judging by the expression on his face thinking the same thing you were.

“Well, back to reality” you whispered with a shrug.

He pulled you in for one last embrace, planting a kiss firmly to your lips before whispering back “thanks for last night beautiful”.

[thestarsarebrighttonight9]

I dont know about this..

So i have discovered Mando, im saying mando cause i forgot how to spell 😀👍🏻.

since i have a mask kink i cant keep it to myself anymore 😶

So ima tell you all my crushes that i might reblog .

(The gifs are not mine)

Mando

you cant tell me he isn’t hot , like actually. Just imagine the feel of him thrusting into you, to have a big boy by your side. Just a, muscular, charming, Man protecting you from harm. To have your arm holding onto to yours 🤭

Simon “Ghost” Riley

i need this man mentally and physically

i cant resist him,i think i have a height kink too-

iTs CufFiNg SeAsOn AlL tHe GiRlS Be NeEdInG A bIg BoY gImMe A bIg BoY

i cannot explain this man tho, he so hottttttt,muscular,tall, i cant really find words to describe it.

Michael Myers

ohhhh mikey your so fineee 😩😩😩😩😩

give me this big boy , i want him to hug me so bad

ik he’s a serial killer in all but he so smexyyyyy

König

idk his last name sadly

gimme this big boy ,love his accent, love his personality, i honestly love everything about him

can’t describe 🫦

Negan Smith

There is something purring and it is my pussy

need him so bad as well , like fr

ik he can be an asshole but he will protect you never forget you ,love you, feel you, touch you , hold you 🤭🤭🤭😩😩😩

i just cant with him

Daryl Dixon

ohhh we’re getting good here

you can bullshit this bullshitter

ya’ll know you need him

Ik ik ik it was getting good

But! i cant think of anymore sadly

i hope you enjoyed this!

[isoldmysoulforcheese]

Stay Still

Paring: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Era: Season two

Summary: Daryl loses control once finally alone with the girl he’s been chasing for months.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, hand jobs, and oral (male receiving.)

Word count: 5,329 words.

(Sorry if this is bad, this is my first time writing any sort of smut.)

Daryl and I hadn't had a moment alone, practically sense we met one another, and our constant, discreet flirting, my fingers caressing his arm, his eyes scanning my figure, someones hands miraculously landing upon the others, all of it was becoming too much. I was starting to lose control over both my mind and body; I was constantly checking him out, my eyes were like magnets, always drawn to his figure. I would dream about the male at night, often waking up in a cold sweat, my palms clammy, and extremely turned on. I was sure, if we had a moment together, even just one second, unattended, we'd let our animistic instincts overcome us. 

“Carol,” I called out to the short haired woman as she came down the hall, and when she finally noticed me, glancing up towards the source of the unexpected noise, I continued my sentence “Daryl. How is he?” 

I couldn't lie, I was becoming slightly attached to the redneck, a thought that entirely grossed me out, finding a hick attractive. But God was he hot, that was an undeniable fact. 

I was always worrying when he went on supply runs alone, practically praying for his safe return home. I would pace around my tent, stressing about his well-being whenever he would practically disappear from the camp, wandering off to be left to his own devices whenever he wanted to become a recluse. 

“He's good. You can go in and see him if you'd like. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.” The woman said, a small smile slipping across her face. 

Her kind words shot straight through my heart.

Although Carol was most likely speaking just out of both the kindness and generosity of her soul, my brain insinuated her sentence in a completely different manner. 

My thoughts took her words and contorted them, thinking that the underlying tone in her statement was hinting towards that fact that Darly felt the same way towards me, absolutely smitten and lust driven. I pondered upon the idea that he possibly may have been telling Carol about me in passing, maybe dropping a few hints about his appreciation towards me, or secretly talking about how cute I was. But considering the fact that it was quiet, loner, Darly I was thinking about, the odds of that actually being accurate were very low.

I nodded politely, wiping away the remnants of my small, flustered smile with the back of my hand before sneaking down the dimly lit hall. 

I tiptoed towards Daryl's room until I finally arrived outside the door, and although I had no reason to be sneaking around, it still felt oddly necessary. I silently stood outside for a moment, eying the wooden door frame placed in front of me, sparks flying through my nerves as I struggled to reach up and turn the door knob, due to the fact that I knew what would happen the moment I entered the bedroom: it would start off civil, maybe we’d exchange courteous words back and forth, then we'd inch closer to one another, but that would just continue on into a ravenous make out session before finally ending with his dick stuffed inside me. The timeline was almost completely visible in my head, but, although I was almost 100% ready, I was still nervous. 

I peaked down towards the floor, noticing the light that flooded out from beneath the door, pooling across the ground as I reached up towards the paint chipped wood, letting my hands curl into a fist before carefully knocking upon the thick, wooden planks.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke:

“Come in.” 

His voice single handedly drew butterflies to my stomach, an infatuated warmth growing across my skin as his gruff voice echoed inside my ears before finally shooting straight through my heart. 

I ultimately allowed my hand to fall down to the doorknob, my fingers rubbing upon the metal oval before turning it, the door opening with a slight pop. I slowly pushed the door open, just enough to slip through before stepping inside.

“Hey.” I said timidly, shutting the door behind me before resting my back upon it.

A smirk drew across his face as his eyes landed upon me. Once again, I observed as his vision scanned my figure, as it always did; his eyes started on my face, circling around my features such as my eyes, nose, hair, and finally hovering over my mouth before sliding down my body, momentarily pausing upon places such as my waist, thighs, and especially my breasts. His shameless staring sent shockwaves coursing through my veins, ending directly between my legs. 

He didn't look too bad himself, he actually looked quite hot all bandaged up while resting comfortably upon the bed. His chest was exposed, the muscles were slightly toned, his buff stalkiness adding to my attraction towards the hunter. Darly obviously didn't bother covering his midriff when he noticed it was me entering the room. His shimmering skin was littered with scars and other sorts of marks covering his body, the rugged look was another aspect of the brunette that made me quite fond of him. His head was tightly wrapped in some sort of binding, an obvious attempt at helping his skull heal from the bullet that had just previously grazed him, and to be honest, the gauze was kind of adorable on him; short, thin strands were poking out from underneath the bandage, giving his hair a messy look. His arms were placed by his side, the muscles upon his limbs causing me to momentarily draw my bottom lip between my teeth as I observed his appendages. 

I wondered what else would be revealed underneath the sheets that were lazily draped across him.

“Hey.” He responded, his voice raspy but the grin upon his lips was still extremely evident as he picked up upon my obvious staring. 

I couldn't help but smile back at him, just the thought of finally being alone with the male had my cheeks turning a slight reddish hue. 

“How do you feel?” I asked, unsure how to make progress in this situation.

My eyes followed his arms as he drew them out from under the sheets, placing them behind his head. He knew what he was doing, the position he was currently laying in: arms placed confidently behind his head, cocky grin drawn sloppily upon his lips, and his strapping upper body exposed to my hungry, desperate eyes. 

“Amazing.” He responded sarcastically.

It was a stupid question to ask in the first place; getting knocked off a horse before falling down a cliff and landing upon his own arrow just to have to fall down once more and fight off walkers before successfully making it to the top just to have to limp all the way back to the farm before finally getting shot at obviously wasn't gonna make him feel “amazing,” as he jokingly said himself. 

The room was suddenly filled with an awkward silence, a tension so thick even a knife couldn't cut through it as we just stared at one another, our faces reflecting an overwhelming feeling of lust and desire as we gazed upon each other. 

We both knew what was soon going to conspire in the small, farm house room. It was like we could read one another's mind, hearing each other's thoughts as we fiddled with the idea of what we were gonna do to one another. I could practically read the devious look upon his face, staring at me as he prepared himself for future actions that were long overdue.

Daryl knew why I had come in here and I knew that he was absolutely ecstatic about it. 

“Can I sit?” I finally asked.

My question seemed to surprise him as his eyebrows raised in shock. He drew in a deep breath as he slightly nodded. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

I slowly made my way over to the side of the bed, my feet silently sliding across the old, wooden floorboards before I placed my palms upon the mattress, fiddling with the soft sheets between the pads of my fingers, allowing the fabric to slide between my skin. I took a seat on the bed, resting beside Daryl’s hips as I admired his stature, his arrogant smile began to slowly fade as he observed me. After a long moment of letting the two voices in my head have a war over whether or not I should go through with this: the angel on my shoulder advising that I should respect the man, to discover his actual feelings towards me before continuing with my distasteful intentions, while the devil upon my shoulder begged me to do it, pleading with me to finally let go of all my pent up sexual frustration and beseeching desire, to let it all out onto Daryl. I finally let my hands glide up his body, landing upon his chest.

At first, he drew away, his stomach concaved, jolting inwards in a violent motion in an attempt to avoid my touch as he seemed to strongly dislike physical connection. My fingers faltered, jerking backwards out of both fear and pity. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

My insecurities got the best of me when practically a gallon of doubtful thoughts came flooding into my mind; what if he didn't reciprocate my feelings? Were all of our passing glances and delicate interactions all just a figment of my imagination as he was just trying to be friendly and I had just overstepped his boundaries? Did I just ruin our friendship? 

And then he calmed, his abdomen returning to its original state as his stomach expanded and he relaxed into the mattress below him, inviting me to place my hands upon him as he joyfully watched from his position on the pillow. 

My digits moved forward with shaky movements as they approached his body once more, my heart pounding with a mix of both anticipation and nervousness as I neared his vicinity. And when my hands landed upon him, feeling his toned body as my fingers glided over his skin, I exhaled, letting out a quivering breath I didn't even know I was holding. My fingers skimmed across his flesh, making sure to avoid his bandages or any bruise in the process, no matter how big or how minor, so as not to hurt him in any possible way. I glanced up towards him, noticing that he had his eyes closed momentarily, most likely basking in my soothing touch, finally feeling my skin upon his. Either that or he was really just trying to get some sort of rest or relaxation after his accident.

My brain was cleared of all its previous thoughts; forgetting about all my insecurities, worries, and problems as I too relaxed, letting myself enjoy the moment. His body felt perfect in my grasp as I allowed myself to feel him up. I palmed his chest, allowed my fingers to sail upon his abs, evening letting my fingers graze into his happy trail for a short moment. The entire experience was like pure heaven to me, my underwear dampening while my lips were slightly parted, my breaths labored while I simultaneously observed every move my fingers made as I stared down in complete astonishment.

I slightly jumped when I felt one of his hands land upon my free arm, too entranced while marveling over his silhouette to even notice him remove his arm from its previous position. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, his nails slightly digging into my skin as his fist practically dominated my hand. I can't lie, the controlling grip he had upon me was both thrilling but also a bit petrifying. It went on like that for a minute or so, the two of us sitting in comfortable silence as I traced over his scars and other parts of his body, his hand calmly placed upon me before he finally used his strength, although it didn't take much, to move my limb elsewhere. 

In that moment, my heart started to pound afresh; it was rattling around in my chest so violently I was sure Daryl could hear it from his position as he used my wrist to trail my hand down towards his crotch. I thickly swallowed as I allowed him to do as such, my face becoming extremely hot as the situation got much more serious.

Soon, my palm was met with the feeling of his slowly hardening dick, half erect and twitching at the mere thought of finally being able to be intimate with me. I practically had to choke down a moan when we finally connected due to both his rapidly growing size and the flattering compliment he was unaware he had just given me. 

I glanced up towards Daryl once more just to find him already staring at me, licking his lips as he gazed at me through hooded eyes, staring in anticipation. I so desperately desired for his body to be rid of the blanket so I could finally admire him in all his glory. 

I licked my lips in suspense, I needed to see him, to feel him, to kiss him. 

I looked up towards him just then, my palm beginning to frantically grope at his, now fully stiff, groin, just to find him looking back at me. His bottom lip was pulled taunt in between his teeth as he stared down at me, relishing in the fact that he was finally being touched and grabbed by me, by my hands, with my passion. 

I leaned forward abruptly, stunning Daryl as I caught his lips between mine, kissing him with all my pent up covet. Our mouths were practically glued together as we frantically made out, sloppily smashing our lips together like it was our last day on Earth. It was a possibility. His mouth felt perfect on mine, like his kiss was made for me to receive as our lips fit together like puzzle pieces. His mouth was soft and inviting, luring me into his domain as I leaned in closer to him, wanting to taste every inch of his mouth as his light stubble tickled my jaw.

I needed to be closer to him, I desired to feel his heaving chest against my own, praying to feel his arms wrap around me and to be able to bury my head in the crook of his neck as I let my fingers card through what was available of his hair. I wanted to feel him all around me as I kissed his lips, jawline, neck, skin, everywhere. 

Daryl groaned as I pulled myself onto his lap, tossing my leg over his torso to effectively straddle him, to get adjacent with him as our kiss deepened, his hands finding their way to my hips, burrowing under my shirt before settling upon my warm skin. His touch sent a zap of pleasure through my body as I finally felt his hands upon me, touching more than just my arms or hands. My flesh was soft compared to his rugged finger tips, his work withered hands wrapped tightly around my torso as he helped guide me onto his lap, assisting me while I did my best to find the perfect position to sit upon his dick. 

He groaned when we finally found it. 

I attempted to begin to grind upon him, to relieve myself of, at least some, pressure by granting a little friction, dragging my aching and throbbing crotch down his own.

“Ahh!” He practically cried out.

His grip upon me grew stronger, his fingers secured themselves around my hips before pulling me up and off of him. He held me so I was hovering over his crotch, mere inches away as he winced in pain, his eyes slightly squinted and his jaw clenched causing his teeth to grind together. The pure force he used to yank me from his lap was enough to most likely leave bruises upon my skin, red and purple marks in the shape of his hands that I’d have to give a half assed excuse about if they were ever spotted by any of the others. That thought, the fact that he could probably throw me across the room or carry me in his arms with little to no effort, it both scared me while also making me so much more turned on than I already was. 

“I'm sorry, Daryl.” I said quickly, the words practically spilling from my lips, fear filling my brain as I stared worryingly down upon him “A-are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” 

I was scared that I had ruined our moment, stressing over that idea that I had somehow hurt him. Maybe I had possibly added too much pressure or accidentally pressed upon him in the wrong way. My heart aching at the idea that I’d have to get up from his lap and remove myself from the situation. Was I really that bad at this? 

“No,” he said, taking in a few small breaths as his eyes winced from the stinging pain “I got stitches.”

My eyes traveled down his body once more, tracing over the veins visible in his neck, skimming over his collar bones, down his chest, across his abs before finally landing upon the patch tapped over his ribs. Gauze was sticking out from underneath the slightly stained red bandages that were placed upon his body. I brought my fingers down to his wound, my nails lightly tracing over the medical tape causing Daryl to quietly hiss to himself.

The two of us were silent for a while, the fact that this was one of our only chances to be alone with one another and we couldnt even fuck like wild animals had dawned on us. He hadn’t healed enough to be doing that sort of rigorous work out, straining his muscles could possibly mess up the entire healing process. The sound of Daryl's delayed breaths were the only sound to be heard in the vicinity, his gravely gasps echoing throughout the room as an idea washed over me. A devious thought that caused a small smile to grow across my lips.

“Here, relax.” I said as I pulled myself from his lap, his fingers lost their grip upon my torso as I did so, loosely falling beside his body causing the bed to slightly rattle “Let me take care of you.” 

I maneuvered myself so I was perfectly settled in between his legs, creating a spot for me to comfortably sit before our future actions ensued. I took a deep breath in, allowing myself to relax, trying to quickly shed my nerves in the hopes that they would be replaced by confidence before bringing my hands up to the sheet just barely ending above his pelvic region. His V-line was now visible, his happy trail beginning around his belly button, thin and frivolous dark brown hairs growing from the skin circling the omphalos of his stomach before making its way towards his groin, disappearing underneath the blankets past what I could view. 

Daryl was still admiring me, his eyes practically burning holes into my head as he observed me from above, unable to pull his eyes away from me. I told myself that in that moment he was just overcome by my beauty, waves of lust splashing through his body as he watched me, but his attentiveness only caused me to become more nervous; the previous quivering returned to my hands. 

I once again tried to steady myself but irrational thoughts were over powering my comforting ones.

“Come on now, I'm not gonna bite.” He said in an attempt to reassure me. 

Overcome by embarrassment, just wanting to please the dominant male laying below me, I finally removed the cover, greeted by his straining cock; the tip was red and irritated, practically begging for me to relieve him of the aching pressure flowing through his dick. His shaft was twitching and throbbing as a result. The veins spotting his skin were extremely visible, pulsing underneath his flesh causing my mouth to water.

I marveled at the delightful sight in front of me; his cock was perfect in my eyes, considering the fact that it had been all I ever thought about for the past couple months, the idea littering my brain before I went to bed, when ever I took showers, and even when I was attending to other duties such as hunting or guarding, but it was much better than I could have ever dreamed of. I had spent numerous occasions shamelessly staring at the crotch of his pants, trying to decipher just what he could possibly look like under his clothing, and now it was finally being revealed to me. 

Darly suddenly cleared his throat, the abrupt noise echoing throughout the room and causing my eyes to dart towards him. He had a shy look upon his face, his cheeks a slight shade of pink and he was avidly chewing at the inside of his mouth, obviously embarrassed by the amount of time I had spent staring at his lower half in complete awe, practically drooling over him. 

I took his reaction into consideration as I was also finding it hard to wait much longer, my hands thrusting forward before finally landing upon his crotch; I needed to touch him. 

It was warm to the touch, pulsing in my hands as Daryl let out a quiet groan, one that was only audible due to our close proximity. He felt perfect in my grasp, my fingers barely wrapping entirely around him as I searched for a comfortable position to clasp my hand around him. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second when I finally situated myself, my hand placed towards his tip. My movements were slow at first, trying to figure out what made the Dixon above me feel the best, picking up on any sort of sound he made, whether it be a moan, groan or any sign of discomfort. 

Once I found the perfect pace, my hands worked at Daryl in a steady rhythm; one hand was wrapped around the base of dick as the other was swiftly pumping away at his shaft. The friction caused Daryl’s eyes to screw shut against his will even though it was evident that all he wanted to do was watch the girl, the female he had pined over for months, jerk him off with her seemingly magical hands. I kept purposely doing this thing with my palm, twisting my wrist as it met the head of his cock, an action that caused the biker's jaw to drop, small breaths being exhaled from the depths of his throat. 

This carried on for a couple minutes, my hand gliding up and down his shaft, successfully pumping him, before, just when the hunter thought it couldn't get any better, my mouth suddenly appeared upon his dick. I started with the tip, creating small circles with my tongue, swirling my saliva around his aching head caused a deep groan to escape from Daryl's mouth, a sound that was like heavenly music to my ears. 

 I lapped away at his pre-cum that had coated the head of his dick. It didn't have a really out of the ordinary taste, although it was slightly sweet, causing me to desire more, practically trying to suck it out of him. He was warm in the chambers of my mouth, heat radiating onto my tongue, spreading through my cheeks and bouncing towards the roof of my mouth. The fact that his cock was stuffed into my mouth caused my face to turn a deep red, my skin was burning, my ears were throbbing and the heart beat between my legs became much more intense. 

The warmth pooling around him was perfection to Daryl, a feeling he hadn't felt for what seemed like years, and that fact made the entire experience ten times more pleasurable. All the different sensations became extremely overwhelming for the male, my lips wrapped around him and my hands pumping at the base of his cock, he was already close to blowing his load before I had even taken more than an inch of him into my mouth. 

“Jesus.” He mumbled under his breath as his hand trailed down to my hair, tangling his fingers into my locks, lacing the strands between his digits in an attempt to help me find a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down.

I enjoyed his help for a while, his dominant movements causing a wetness to pool between my legs. I appreciated his hands upon me, directing me towards what he found pleasurable and what he disliked. I was absolutely basking in the moment, well that's until he attempted to force my head downwards onto his shaft.

“Daryl.” I scolded sternly, pulling my head from his cock.

He seemed to receive the memo, nodding frantically, most likely due to the fact that his body practically yearned for me, rything after going without me for just a few seconds. I stared at him momentarily, watching his distressed eyes dart around my face, focusing on all of my features separately, my eyes, nose, cheeks, but especially my mouth. I liked being dominant over him, being able to take control and make him distraught over losing me for just mere moments. I liked hearing his moans from above me as we went at my chosen pace. His blue eyes were practically begging for me, his eyebrows furrowed together while his eyelashes fluttered upon his skin caused me to finally return to my previous activity: blowing Daryl Dixon. 

I took his member into my mouth, another inch further than before while still following a slow and steady speed as I wanted to draw out this experience for as long as possible. I wanted this moment to be burned in my memory, engraved in my mind so I would have the delight of being able to reminisce upon it later; during late, sleepless nights when I was too horny to rest and all I could think of was him and his beautiful cock stuffed into my throat. 

But I also liked torturing and teasing the poor man; I wanted him to beg, to plead for me to make him cum. I desired to hear his moans and grunts from above me as I pleasured him. I wanted to make the experience so agonizingly amazing that it too would be burned into his mind as well. But with loner Daryl, it was highly unlikely.

Suddenly, he bucked his hips upwards, attempting to thrust himself further into my mouth as he became increasingly impatient, observing me from above as I took my time, practically ridiculing him as I kitten licked at his crotch. All he wanted was to have me choking and gagging upon his dick as he fucked my mouth until his cum flowed down my throat.

“Ah,” he hissed once more, a reaction to his attempt to fuck into my mouth, his wounds stinging and throbbing as a result “fuck. Go faster, would ya?...Please.” 

His words were like music to my ears. He was begging. I had to practically fight away the smile that was creeping upon my face, inching its way across my lips at this phenomenon. 

Next thing I knew, I was deep throating his member, slurping and sucking at him like he was the last meal I'd ever eat. I was practically unable to control myself as I shoved him between my lips and did my best to not gag upon him, composing my breathing and relaxing my mouth as he rammed into the back of my throat. I squeezed my legs together, hoping the pressure of my thighs would relieve me of some of the throbbing between my legs as my excitement was taking over, and although I had wanted to drag this out, to make him whine and plead, I couldn't help myself. 

My unexpected actions caused Daryl to practically break out into hysterics. His breath hitched in his throat before he let out a string of low groans. He became much more vocal in that moment, exclaiming things such as my name, vulgarities, and various types of moans, not taking a second thought about the other residents of the household as he groaned explicits and moaned my name under his breath. Even whimpers occasionally fell from his lips.

“Sh-shit, (Y/N). All I hadda do was b-beg?” He breathed out, his unsteady breath and stuttering caused me to practically moan around him, also hoping to get the point across that yes, all I wanted him to do was plead with me. 

 The sudden vibrations wrapping around his dick sent shivers crawling down his spine as a result. He let out a deep growl which merely made my pathetic excuse of trying to relieve myself of some pressure by rubbing my legs together no longer enough. His animalist groan caused me to moan again, which in turn caused him to let out another beautiful noise, it was practically a never ending cycle.

 “I-I’m…” He paused momentarily, like he was almost unable to form a proper sentence as the pure pleasure that washed over him became unbearable “gonna cum.” 

He huffed out the last part of his sentence, his voice practically made me melt. Not only were my sudden, erratic movements practically sending him over the edge, but I’m sure the fact that something of this nature hadn't happened to him in such a long time added to the satisfaction of it all, the effect hitting him ten times harder than it normally would. This was certainly much different compared to his own hand.

With one final bob of my head, successfully taking him all the way down my throat as my nose pushed plush up against his lower abdomen while I prepared myself for the evident outcome, he came. With his cock stuffed deep into my mouth, twitching while his tip poked and prodded at the back of my throat, warm liquid shot down my throat. The hot, white ropes spilt out in quick spirits as I lapped it up like I was a starving person who hadn't eaten in months. His seed filled my mouth, splashing against the inside of my cheeks as I did my best to swallow it all, but inevitably, some escaped the confines of my jaw, dripping from my lips before beading down towards my chin, dripping onto the sheets of the bed below us. He tasted practically the same as he did earlier, slightly sweet and amazingly delicious, my brain screaming for more as my mouth collected the most it possibly could. 

Due to the sheer amount, I concluded that this hadn't happened to him in quite a while. 

Daryl was moaning like a mad man, my name, and multiple different swears, tumbling from his lips as his hands yanked and pulled at my hair, finding it extremely challenging to lay absolutely motionless. The way he teared and pulled at my locks sent small shocks of pain stinging the skin of my skull, but I couldn't care less as I was too busy with the object still left twitching in my mouth.

Once I had successfully cleaned his dick spotless, I let my hands drop from his member, sliding down his thighs as my mouth fell from his cock. He spasmed slightly as a reaction to my hands gliding upon his skin, skimming dangerously close to his worn and highly sensitive crotch. I massaged his legs as I felt my jaw grow weak once it finally snapped shut, aching and throbbing as a result of being left in the same, tense position for the last ten minutes or so. 

“Dear lord,” He whimpered out once I was finally done with him “I think that's possibly the best blow job Ive ever gotten.” 

[thewritersaddictions]

The Wanderers: Negan Smith- Oh, Hell P2

Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader, Rick grimes & Platonic!Reader, Daryl Dixon & Platonic!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, sex shops (Talk of sex toys), Negan is a warning you can't change my mind, Negan being a dick as usual, violence, physical abuse, sex, reader talking to themselves, fears.

Summary: On a search for things you find a sex shop; coming back to Alexandria you put the items you found amount the other things going to Negan. It leads to an interesting conversation with Negan.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers. I might have gone overboard, but when the thoughts keep coming you just gotta keep writing.

WC- 6.2k

The Walking Dead Master List // The Wanderers Master List

I grabbed more clothes than I think I’d ever held in my entire life. Anything and everything on the racks. The bags that I had leftover were filling up quickly. Daryl watched as I gazed over the kid's clothes. Baby's clothes had been untouched for so long that a thin layer of dust was on all of the, “We should grab some stuff for Judith.” Daryl said looking over at me through the clothes racks. Including everything I had I stuffed so many clothes into the three bags that I wasn’t able to properly close any of them. It would have been easier if I could fold them and then put them in the bag, but Daryl and I knew we didn’t have time to be so OCD about the moment. 

I gave the three bags I had to Daryl. There was a shop that had caught my eye when he first arrived. In big bold pink letters above the shops doors read “Right Spot” A clever name for type of shop it was. A sex shop was in this small little town. Probably not there because anyone in the town wanted it there, but because people were always passing through, and what do you see on the side of the road all of the time when driving through hilltops and country roads. Sex shops.

I thought for a moment. If I walked over here and grabbed anything I might have to explain myself to Daryl, but maybe I wouldn’t. I had to take the chance, and anyways I had heard through the grape vine when we all sat on our knees that fateful night that Negan had many wives. Five or more wives, so maybe if I grabbed something to be helpful and nice to the ladies and to Negan then he wouldn’t be giving me thought unwanted winks, and stares. I was slow to enter the building. The window displays still showed a little bit of lace thrown on plastic frame. 

My gun drawn. No way there was any walkers in this building. When the zombies hit the world it was nearly twelve at night. Not a soul should or would be here. I pushed the door open. When I opened the door, it looked like this building had never been touched. Not a thing was a disrupted on the walls. Racks filled with things that helped out during sex, or just helped out during your own private sessions.

Dildos, lube, vibrators and evrything else you would see in a sex shop was littered all around me. It was hard to take in the smell. It was perfect to the what the world smelt like before the zombies came and devoured half the damn population. I needed to be quick about this or Darly would come looking for me. I ran to the back table. Looking around for one of those black bags. When I found one, i grabbed more then one. I looked out into the aisle that I was now taking for my own. 

I reached for the first thing that I saw. A few dildos all different sizes and skin tones. Anything that would pleasure any women that was alone by herself. If Negan was shit to us then I could only imainge what he was like to his wives, or how he acted in bed. 

I shook my head at the thought of Negan in bed. He probably had that hot dad bod. Not cut but toned perfectly. From there I started to shove vibrators into the bag grabbing a few bottles of lube. My own over shoulder bag, was empty of something for myself. Should I even grab something? ‘Y/n just grab a damn vibrator, your fingers aren’t cutting it anymore.’ The thought ran so fast past my head that I just reached out for whatever I could find. Grabbing them and shoving them into my shoulde bag. I shook my head and tied the back shut before walking out back into the horribly smelly world we now lived in. 

I threw the bags into the back of the sedans back seat. My own over shoulder bag hitting the floorboard. “so , Right spot?” Daryl said as he turned the engine over. I looked over at him, “Don’t even D.” I said looking back onto the long street. The sun was half way through the sky when we started out drive back to Alexandria. 

When we arrived, the gates to Alexandria open letting us in. It was dark outside by now, and not many people where awake beside the guards that sat near the gates. Daryl pulled the car to stop, and without a word spoken between the two of us. We both got out, I grabbed the bags of food, while Daryl grabbed the many bags worth of clothes. We walked in sync to the storage garage. Dropping the bags. I went back to the car to grab the black bag, and my own personal bag. With that I took it all back to my house. 

Negan would be back in just a few days. Five days to gather anything else that we could find. Another group went out the next day. Rick and Michonne stuffed themselves into a car saying goodbye to Carl and Judith. That morning I went over to the storage garage and put all the food up on the metal shelves. Diving everything would be the hopes of what Negan would be asking for. 

As I packed things away in their resepted spots I heard the light walking behind me. Carol was behind me, baby judith on her hip. “Hey Y/n, you and Daryl managed to get rather a large load.” She said, bouncing Judith on her hip. I looked up, “Yeah, we found a town that hadn’t even been ransacked. It was nice.” I said, turning back to sorting the can foods. “We all saw Negan give you that look.” Carol said. Her tone was softer then usual. Like even she didn’t want him to see him the next time he came by Alexandria. 

I hummed along with her. “Everyone?” I asked, if everyone had seen it then that meant that Negan was fine with being a dick infront of everyone on a different level. Different level of dick then before. “Yeah and we are family so we won’t let that dirt bag touch you.” Carol said, walking over towards me. Her hand resting softly on my shoulder. Carol was like the mother of our whole group, the comforting person that all of us came to when we were in need. 

My thoughts took me over when Carol and Judith left. Had everyone seen the seductive way that Negan had winked at me, how he licked his lips. As if I was some great meal that he was just waiting to eat. Was I terrified to see him the next time? No, I wasn’t terrified, I was worried that this would gett out of hand. That Negan was going to have no boundaries and want to see or talk to me. 

Alone. What could possibly happen if we were alone? 

 For the next few days a whole new set of groups went out. Thinking that the more we grabbed the longer that Negan would hopefully leave us alone. I did everything I could to take my mind off Negan and his crew coming to our gates in just a few days. I orginaized the clothes into genders, and I grabbed the baby clothes I got for Judith and took them to where Rick and Michonne were staying. I wasn’t aware just how quiet I had gotten over the past  several days since i talked to Carol. When I got to Ricks. I softly knocked on the door, not sure if Judith was asleep or not. 

Rick answered the door and let me in. “Y/n? Everything alright?” Rick said as I stood in his living room. I shook my head, “yeah I’m fine I just wanted to give you these clothes I grabbed for Judith while Daryl and I went out.” I said, setting the folded clothes on to the couch. “Oh, thank you Y/n, I was just starting to think that we didn’t have anything for Judith to size up into.” Rick said coming over. He scanne through the clothes before looking back over at me. 

“He comes back today.” I said. I was scared, I didn’t know what was going to happen. Personally I was scared for myself, but then the idea that we were even in this situation it was even worse to think about. “Yeah he comes back today.” Rick said, sitting down. “But I think from everyone who went out we got enough ohold him off.” Rick said patting the couch cushion for me to sit down next to him. 

“But what if it’s not enough, Rick?” I asked, looking over him. Rick never looked like he didn’t have a plan. Rick never looked like he was speechless. But right now Rick looked like he wasn’t sure what would happen if Negan wasn’t satfiifed with everything we had grabbed. “I’m not sure Y/m, but whatever happens we’ll all be together.” After that I left Ricks and went back home. 

I tried my hardest not to think about the dreading feeling that was seeping through my body, into my bones. The horrible feeling that was sinking further and further into my mind. By every passing second, and sound the the worry growing within me. 

The gates groaned in horror when Negan showed up. I know that there wasn’t a single way of getting out of seeing Negan today. We would all be forced to be apart of this day. I still had things that I needed to add, hopefully I would be able to put the bag in a box and leave the situation alone. I never wanted to be the center of attention, but it’s hard when the guy that you’re sorta attrated to is just a massive dick. I threw myself off the couch grabbing the black bag. I tied it a million times, I knew that if they really wanted to know what was in the bag that they would tear in to right there.

So, I shoved the black bag into a trashbag. ‘I’d write a note… No don’t write a note’ ‘Writing a note would be like saying that you want him to come back to Alexandria and pick you out of a line up just so he can get you alone in your house’ I wrote the note anyways. 

“Be careful with this bag.” That was all I wrote. If Negan wanted to investigate then he’d have to take it up with everyone. There would be no way for him to know that it was from me, or that it was my own handwriting.It would take Negan and his people a minute to surround us, so I walked fast. My heels hitting the ground quick and hard. I dumped the bag next to a set of other boxes. I wasn’t dressed to be out in the morning air. Cool and breezing past everyone. 

I was standing next to Rick. His demanor changed immediately when he saw Negan. Our leader fell so quickly. Went from looking straight and forward a sense of noblity to him, to looking down at the ground like a puppy that had been scorned for getting into the garbage. I tried to conceal myself. “You should go back inside.” I heard Rick under his breathe. “What? No, I’m not leaving everyone else out here to deal with this dick.” I said shock ripping through my body. 

This day instead of a leather jacket, Negan had on a nice white t-shirt. Lucille hung over his shoulder, and he somehow looked cockier. It was like a waterfall of disgust and cocky attitude that fell down from him and all over Alexandria. I looked over negan and his eyes were on me. I wasn’t wearing the right thing for this. 

My sleep wear. A tight fitting shirt that gave nothing to imagination to my breasts, and a pair of loose fitting sweats the last thing that I had from before this whole thing started. Something that I tried to keep clean. Bare feet on the ground. I really wasn’t meant to be here right now, but there was no backing out now. 

“Oh look at you two.” Negan said pointing to the two of us with Lucille. I had been instinct wrapped my arm around Ricks arm. I was trying to disappear behind him, but two small people can’t hide behind each other. Can they? 

“We got everything..” Rick went to say. Negan was still walking closer and closer to the both of us. “I didn’t ask you talk yet.” Negan said to Rick. I swallowed hard, fear wasn’t the word for what Negan made most of us feel. Negan made most of us feel like out stomachs where going to flip inside out, we all dreaded seeing him, all for our own reasons. 

Some just simply disliked him, some loathed him because he had killed a close and loved one. Some people where apprehensive of who Negan was, aware of just how diabolical he  truely was. 

“What’s got you two so close huh?” He asked. I went to open my mouth but nothing came out. “Oh, I see there’s something going on between the two of you.” He said laughing. Michonne wasn’t far away from the two of us. I looked through my peripheral trying to see what her face looked like. ‘She knew that wasn’t true’ Negan was just a shit starter, the best at the game I was coming to realize. 

I took a large breathe, “Negan, can we get on with business.” I said, unhooking my hand from Rick’s arm. Gasps were heard around Alexandria. Rick tried to grab onto me, but I was already walking towards Negan. “You aren’t here to gossip. Are you?” I asked. Negan laughed, that laugh that would echo through my mind for the rest of my life. “Aren’t you the business women of the fuckin’ year.” He said. “Gossip or supplies Negan.” I said. Looking over at the pile of shit we had gathered for this asshat. 

Whatever was going to happen might as well get it over sooner then later. “Supplies, doll.” It was short and cut throat. “Good, there’s enough food to last at least a few months. Clothes and not just for you and your gang. But for babies and children too.” I said looking up him. He was just gazing down at me. Staring at me, brown eyes boring into me. I licked my lips and returned to everything that was infront of us. “Tools,and other michalleous shit for you too Negan. Take your shit and get out.” Negan arched him brow looking down at me. 

He would never let Rick talk to him like this. Rick would never talk to Negan like this. Negan had broken something in that man when they both left in the trailer that morning after. It was scary to look at either man. One that would do anything for the right reason, and the other that would do anything for his own self gain. “Did old ricky boy send you to do his work.” He asked. 

I just stood there. There was nowhere else to go. Standing next to Negan was just where I had to be at this point. With a nod of his head Negan gaggle of boys came over grabbing boxes and crates worth of shit we had grabbed for him. 

“Six solid days it took for us to grab this must shit you Negan.” I said, as men passed the two of us. Negan looked down at me. He was trying to work out what to do behind him his eye I would tell. Like he didn’t know what to do to me. We were close no doubt. As close had you had to be to have a conversation at a party. It all happened so fast, his hand came up and slapped me cross the face. The breathe was taken out of me, as I cupped my cheek. Tears wre threatening to pour by the time I looked back up to Negan. “A good reminder of who you’re talkin’ to doll.” He said smirking as he walked away. The last of thing had been grabbed, but I didn’t move from my position. I shook my head, following after him. “You know Negan for whatever type of dick you are. You forget that we.” I said pointing towards my group behind me. “We are the ones that make you have a cushy ass life you live. We are your back bone. Slap me all you want but remember that you don’t live if we don’t.” I said turning back around. My cheek hurt like bitch, but I wasn’t turning around until I walked into my house. 

I didn’t give a shit if Negan wasn’t gone. I didn’t care if the gates to Alexandria opened to let Negan out. I didn’t give a god damn shit. I slammed my front door. My cheek was burning, the tears that had threatened to fall had already run down my cheeks. ‘That was stupid idea.’ Was all I could think. It was on repeat in my brain. I went to my bathroom. He had a left a damn bruise. The blood vessels had popped and this wasn’t going away anytime soon. I heard my front door open, but honestly I didn’t care who was at the door. 

Boots clicked on the floor. ‘Rick’. “Are you okay?” He asked. His shoulder leaning up against the doorframe. I turned and look at him. My cheek was bright red. There was no ignoring that Negan had slapped me with all of his might. “He’ll be back next week. Said he doesn’t want any more of that.” Rick said. My eyes, and ears were tired of hearing bullshit. 

“We have a choice. We always have a fuckin’ choice, Rick.” I was startingto get angeir and angier by the second. The fact that we were in this dumb of an issue was driving me up the wall. Rick just stared at me, as I fumbled around under my sink for some sort of first aid kit. “All of this is bull Rick.” I said sloamming the cabinet doors shut. I sat down on the floor. 

I was already drained of all energy for the day. Negan had slapped me infront of everyone to make an example of me. To show that that shit didn’t fly, and honestly I don’t even know why I stood up and starting in the first place. Maybe it was to protect Rick from any more humiliation, maybe I was just tired of not being able to talk to Negan. It could be a thousand and one things. 

All I knew was that I didn’t want to see that man ever again. If I didn’t have to I wasn’t going to. But atlast my frivolous thinking that I would never see that man again were smashed. It wasn’t even a week later and Negan was banging on our gates. I had at point forgotten about the sex shop, and all the sex toys that I had placed in that trashbag. I wanted that memory to float away from me. Like dreams do, where you just simply start to forget the details. 

The banging didn’t stop til someone let him in. It was just early morning, and I was barely awake. When I heard the muffled shouts coming from outside. I tossed and turned in my makeshift bed on the floor. From the past few days I had yet to sleep nicely. My thoughts seeping into my dreams, Negan was everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. When I was awake I wished that I never had to see him again, but when I closed my eyes at night I yearned for the touch of him. Softer this time, but still the touch of him all over me. I shifted in my sleep at one point and heard shouting that was only growing louder and louder by the minute. “I fuckin’ already told you, Rick. I’m going to see her regardless.” It sounded like Negan, but I doubted that he would come back. He had made his rules clear when he left after slapping me. “Negan, please ever you need to talk to Y/n you can do it with me.” I heard Rick plead. The more I listened the more I arose from my sleeplike status. 

I yawned and stretched out between the sheets. “For fuck sake Rick. I’m not gonna say it again.” I heard Negan shout. It’s as if they were right in front of my house. Partially walking in through the doors. “If you don’t go get Y/n right now… We are going to have problems.” I heard Negan say. I heard the knock on my door but stayed still. Hoping that it would all go away. “Y/n.” I heard, rick had let himself in but there was only one pair of hard footsteps walking and getting closer to my room. 

I shut my eye, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. A nightmare that would eventually go away. I hoped it was but that hope was stripped away from me when I felt Rick touch my shoulder. Gently shaking me awake. I fluttered my eyes open. “Y/n, I’m sorry but…” Rick paused, “I need you to come downstairs” I hissed as I turned to hit my face on the carpet. The slap that Negan had given me was still bruised, and red around the corners. 

Negan had marked me his long ago, this was just physical proof that he had some sort of problem with me. I huffed as I got out of the tangle of blankets. My clothes were a little different compared to the clothes I wore the morning Negan came to Alexandria. Sleep shorts, that my ass filled out nicely. A sweatshirt I had found at the start of all of this. Rick started to go down the stairs. “Rick, don’t leave me alone with me,” I said, my voice quieter than normal. For a split second, I saw the face of someone who would do absolutely anything for me or anyone else, then it changed. “I’ll stay outside, you can just holler if you need me.” He said softly before descending the stairs. Disappearing, I got myself up off the floor, pulling my hair out of my face. Before pulling down my shorts, and my sweatshirt.

When I made it down the stairs, I could hear the rhythm of tapping on someones knuckle on my countertop. I turned and expected it to be Rick, but Negan was who I was greeted with. The slap on my face hurt just from looking at him. “Don’t you just take your sweet fuckin’ ti..” His words were cut short. He was staring at me again. I move to be hidden behind my countertop. That would at least cover my exposed thighs. “Your face, doll?” He questioned me. I had no real or true expression on my face. I didn’t feel like playing games. “Why are you here Negan?” I asked ignoring his question. A heavy sigh left Negan and for the first time I saw a different side of him. 

There was something dangerous seeing him like this. How vulnerable he was acting right now. “Did I do that?” he asked. As much as I hated playing games with him, he wasn’t the truth right? “Yeah Negan, now what are you doing in my house?” I asked my fingers drumming along the counter top. “I came.. I came to ask about a bag that was dropped into last weeks pick up.” He said and just like the dick of what Negan was back. “Hm. I don’t know Negan there was a ton of fuckin’ shit there.” I barked back. The stinging in my face was coming back and faster the longer I stared at his devilosly handsome face. He looked more and more tired each time I saw him. Was he just as tired living in this world as I was? 

‘God, Y/n. You just don’t know when to stop talkin. The damn bag you dropped off before you thought nobody was lookin’ nobody was watchin’.” Negan said. “All I fuckin’ want is for you say what I already know.” Negan said. It was smug coming from him, but a demand regardless. A hot demanding demand. “What you wanna know where I got all that shit so you can get more for your stupid wives. I bet you just loved that I grabbed all that shit huh?” I said, was I spitting venom. Calling him out for having other women in his life. 

I was driving myself crazy with my idolization over him. He was just a older hot gentleman that was fuckin’ crazy. I breathed heavy. Rubbing my sweaty palms together. Trying to calm down with Negan in my presence was harder then ever. He was all around me. His collonge was wrapping itself around my thoughts. My straight thoughts were running for a breath of fresh of air. 

“So, you do admit it. You walked into a sex shop grabbed whatever your little heart wanted.” Negan said, I was so in my head I didn’t noticed the shift in the room. I didn’t notice just how close Negan had managed to get to me. Bu when I felt his body behind mine I felt like was going to hell and heaven all at the same time. I tried to get away from his touch, “You aren’t going anywhere doll.” He said his arm coming to trap me between the countertop and his large and stiff body. 

I could feel the growing erection within his pants. Rough jean fabric scratching at my exposed skin. “Negan.” I tired to say, but everything felt like I was floating. A true reality of what dreams felt like. Floating with Negan wrapped all over me. “Did you keep any toys for yourself?” Negan asked as he rutted himself closer and closer to me. I was squashed between the two hard surfaces. “I… I uh.. Yeah.. I kept a few things for myself.” I said, the truth pouring out of my lips without any needed force. 

He turned me in his grasp. My back hitting the countertop edge. Groaning in pain, I was finally so close to him that I could see everything that negan had to give up. Dark brown eyes, flicks of gray that was peppering his bread. Sorrow an dpain behind his large eyes, tired lines that covered his handsome face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Negan said as his fingers grazed softly over the mark on my face. I shut my eyes tightly under the intense gaze. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” I said trying to leave the conversation alone. His pointer finger shifted to my chin forcing me to look back him. Our eyes connected and we just looked at each for a moment. “Y/n, doll it does matter. It’s was simply for the guys behind me and your people. A show of.”Negan said, “power” We said together, “I know that Negan, but what we are doing now?” I questioned him. 

‘Come on sweetheart, you know what we are doing. I’ve been thinking about you for the past few days and waking up this morning to find dildos, vibrators, and all other sort things in a bag from my new favorite stop… You’ve got me growing hard in my jeans princess.” Negan said dipping his head into my neck. 

From there the words no longer mattered, only the physical motion between the two of us. My sweatshirt came flying off, landing on the hardwood floor. Negans mouth was on my skin so fast that I was able to feel his heartbeat against my skin. Wet kisses, hard bites, and scattered hickies littered my skin before Negan was satisfied. My hand gripped and pulled in Negan’s hair. Bucking when Negan would suck harder and then lick the wound like a kitten. 

Everything about him right now was hot, a devil in wolfs clothing was what Negan was and sadly right now it didn’t matter at all. My breasts were in his path, one nipple got teased, a mouth sucking and tugging at the bud. Licking, and blowing all while he was groping and massaging the other, teasing all at the same time. I groaned and moaned in response, pulling harder on his hair. “Fuck, Negan. You’ve got to stop or I’mma cum right here and now..” I groaned out. Negan pulled away, his eyes looking up at me. “Oh no doll. We don’t want that.” Negan teased me. 

“Negan please. I just… I haven’t in such a long time.” I said. Negan picked me up and throw me onto the cold countertop. My ass hitting the countertop slapped agasint the walls. I giggled at sound, but Negan was intent on getting my shorts off. I played a little, wiggling my legs as the fabric fell off of them. He stared me, a funny look on his face. 

Negan was still wearing clothes. I pawed at the fabric. “Please, you can’t be wearing all those clothes.” I whined. He rolled his eyes, a huff. “Please.” I begged him. “Fine, I’ll take off my shirt, I just know you want to see my body.” He said, shucking off his jacket and shirt. Toned frame, that was cut, some slices from after all the zombies. My fingers grazzed over little slices and divots in his skin. His rough hand came to stop mine. “Come on doll we’ve got more important things to do.” He said winking at me before he was right between my thighs. 

His fingers teased at my pussy. A thin layer of wetness covering them as he teased at my clit. Rubbing soft and czlculated circles around. I moaned out in pleasure as he continued his ministrations. Like he was trying out a new toy. And with every flick on his fingers to every movement of his wole hand he got everything right. Negan had me cumming right there on my counter top in no time. My back hit the cold counter top, and the thoughts of the some random daily looking throug this lot before the whole world went to shit bleeped through my mind. I hoped for something the moment as I came down from my high. I hope for a good and healthy family for on ethat wasn’t going to have to deal with horrible world that it was now, but I also hoped and wished for more moment like this. Moment where all I gave a shit about was amyself and my pleasure. I didn’t want to have to think anymore. I wanted to let go and that was what Negan was doing for me. Regardless of how fucked up it was that he had not just but a few weeks ago killed memebers of our group, he had fingers like a god. I could only imagine just how good his cock must be. 

I floated in my world before a nudge from negan brought me back to reality. The reality of cold marble hitting my back. The reality that I still desperately wanted him to sleeve his cock into me. I wanted to be teased but that could be for later on. I just wanted to be fucked and for right now my fasination with Negan was enough to get me through. 

“Come back to reality doll.” I heard Negan’s voice lull. “Do you still want this cock?” He questioned me. Negan was negan regardless of what he was doing. Still the cocky shit that thought he knew everything and he got everything he wanted. “Yeh, come on Negan don’t tease me just fuck me.” I said as I heard the sound of his zipper, then the shuffle of his jeans. Then finally the fall of his jeans. Bare and bare we stared at each other. His cock was bigger then I imaigned. Pinker then I thought, but regardless I wanted it in me and I wanted it now. 

I wanted to feel the girth of his cock push my pussy wider and wider until I was crying with tears. I wanted to feel his balls slap against my ass, when Negan wasn’t able to control his desire anymore. I wanted anything that he could give to me. I felt the head of his cock nudge at my swollen clit. “Oh, Fuck… Neg.. Just.. just put it in already.” I said trying to latch my legs around his waist to pull him and his cock in. I was stopped, A stern expression passing Negans face. “You went to a sex shop and forgot the most important thing.” He said, a raised brow. I was so foggy brained that I wasn;t able to truly answer or think of an answer for Negan. 

All in one quick solid motion. I received an answer. “Condoms, you fuckin’ forgot condoms doll.” He said grunting in, as his cock came to it hilt. His balls sittign perfectly on my ass, and he hovered over me. Our breathes were fast and shallow. Barely trying to catch each other. I hadn’t felt this full in such a long time, was it wrong that the man that was currently fucking my life up was the man that was currently making me come undone. 

He fucked me hard agasint the marble countertop. Whatever else was going on around us it just didn’t matter. I didn’t care if Rick was sitting outside, listening to me moan out in pleasure. I didn’t care if the whole town heard me moan out Negan’s name in pleasure. I could feel his cock twitch within my pussy. “Fuck Negan, you gonna cum?” I half asked him, looking up at him. He was biting his lip, his fingers coming up from my hips to surround my throat. 

“Just be quiet and let me use you. Be a good girl and take my cock huh?” He grunted, as he continued to fuck me. My body ached as he continued to thrust into my pussy. Hot and deep, the sound of skin slappingtogether could be heard as it echoed off the kitchens walls. I was so in my head that I didn’t hear Negan’s grunts became closer and heavier. He was trying to not cum befroe me. 

‘What a gentlemen. We ca. Cum together.” I suggested through breaths, and gasps as his fingers came to play at my clit. “Look at you, for the first time cooking up a good ole idea.” He said, his fingers teasing at my clit, my pussy clenched around his cock forcing his thurst to be rougher and harder. 

My world went black as I hit my high. Eyes rolled back as I felt his seed hit the back of my womb. Negan wasn’t screaming my name or devoting his love to me. A hard squeeze around my throat was the last thing I felt before Negan was pulling his cock from my pussy. 

He was throwing his clothes back, the cold marble countertop was a wonderful feeling. “You’re just going to leave me on the countertop naked and defendless.” I said, the coolness wrapping around my body like a cool blanket. 

“Oh now you want to be treated like a princess, huh?” Negan said cockly. “I don’t know sir, you were pretty okay with slapping me across the face a few days ago.” I said turning on the countertop. Using my arm as a support. I looked at the man that was dressing in front of me. “You aren’t going to let that go are you?” He said rolling his eyes as he slipped back on his leather jacket. 

“Hmm.” I hummed, “I’ll just keep that dangled over your head, cause I know for sure that I wanna fuck you again.” I said, winking at him. “Yeah I figured a slut like you would dangle my ungentlemenly actions over my head, You just wanna make sure I keep fuckin’ you.” Negan said. A short laugh leaving him before he came over and kissed me hard. His tongue nearly choking me as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away, he had a light layer of blush covering his cheeks and a growing erection. My body was ready for another round, but I knew that the longer we stayed here the longer I would fall for this horribly scary gentle man. 

“Don’t you go falling in love with me now doll?” Negan said, “You better get dressed too because when I walk out those doors I’m sending dear old Rick in.” Negan said. I jumped from my position on the countertop and grabbed my scattered clothes, I had found almost everything, besides my panties so I just slipped on my shorts and sweatshirt before I heard Rick come inside, with that, I saw Negans ass walk away and my panties shoved in his back pocket.

Completed on: 01/19/23

Posted on: 01/20/23

The Wanderers- @yourfavdummy

[holdmytesseract]

Fate Can Be A Lousy Traitor

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was search for Daryl - and then you and the rest of the group find themselves in a seemingly hopeless situation. You’d die now. You were sure of that. Negan and the Saviors were going to kill you all. But before that happened, you wanted to tell Darly something very important...

Set in Season 6/7!

Warnings: Negan? A lot of angst, I'd say, TWD stuff, fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 2,3k

a/n: I promised y'all another Daryl oneshot, didn't? 😅 Well, here it is! I'm so sorry I didn't make it to post it earlier... 🙈 As compensation, you get a second part of this oneshot! 😁 I hope you like this one here! I just LOVE the drama! 😊

Here's Part Two!

Daryl sat on the stairs to the porch of the house we shared, staring at his feet, hands clasped together. The events of the previous days had left its mark on him. Especially the death of Denise. I watched him from the window, cup of tea in my hands with furrowed brows. I felt incredibly sorry for him, wished I could take the pain and those oppressive thoughts ghosting through his mind away. With a sigh, I emptied the cup and placed it on the sink, before I decided to join him.

Gently, I closed the main door behind me and stepped cautiously over to him, slowly sitting down beside him. "Hey..." I whispered, placing a hand on his forearm. Daryl lifted shortly his head to look at me, before he continued to stare at his feet. I stayed silent for a few moments, just watching him with a compassionate expression. "It's not your fault." My words caused Daryl to snort out a breath. "Yeah, isn' it?" I shook my head. "Yes. It isn't." I saw how he clenched his hands into fists. "It always isn' my fault, right? You all say this every damn time - but it's a lie." He started, swallowing hard. "It is my fault. Always has been..." Denise would still be alive, ya know... All I shoulda done was kill that prick when I had the chance." Daryl snorted out a sarcastic laugh. "But what did I do, instead? I was so stupid and helped 'em. I bloody saved 'em..." I sighed, hated how he took all the blame – again. It was an accident. It was not his fault. "Come 'ere." I mumbled and opened my arms. The archer looked at me with his troubled, desperate blue eyes, fiddling nervously with his fingers. "C'mon." I gently urged him on again to just give in and hug me. I know that he needed it. He swallowed, hesitated for another moment, but then gave in and literally fell into my arms. I hugged him close against my body, held him for a while, before I spoke up again. "It was an accident, Daryl. Maybe you should've killed him, yes. Maybe not. Maybe it would've happened anyway. We don't know... But what I sure know is, that it wasn't your fault. They hurt you, punched you, shackled you - but you decided to let them live. You helped them, did what you think is right. You're a good man, Daryl Dixon - and Denise knew that." I heard him taking a deep breath, before he retreated from the hug. "Okay?" The archer nodded meekly. I gave him a small smile and a soft kiss on his lips, then stood up again, ready to go back into the house, but he held me back. "Y/N?" I turned to face him once again. "Yes?" "I love ya." An even brighter smile darted over my face. "I know... And I love you, too." With a last look at him, I went back into the house.

What I didn't see, was that Daryl had reached into his trousers pockets and fished out the little metal name plate, Denise had gotten in the small shop they were, before she got shot. He clenched his jaw, gripped the name tag tightly and stood up, heading straight for his bike. I realised way too late, that the sounds coming from the street was his motorcycle. When I realised it, I ran out of the house and down the street - but it was too late. "Daryl!" He was already gone... I knew, of course exactly what was on his mind and where he wanted to go - and I didn't like it one bit. It was headless. It was dangerous, but it was also a thing Daryl would do. "Shit!" I cursed, knew very well how much was on the line. So much more than Daryl knew. So much more than the group knew. I couldn't lose him. I just couldn't. And that fear of losing the man I loved, caused my emotions to run wild. In that very moment, I made a decision. Without hesitation, I packed my backpack, stocked up on weapons and headed straight for the gate of Alexandria. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who noticed what had happened and where Daryl went...

"Y/N!" Rick yelled after me. "Y/N!" I didn't stop, neither turned to face him, just walked strictly straight ahead. "Y/N, stop!" Unfortunately, was Rick quicker than I was... He caught up to me and grabbed me by my arm. "Wait!" "No!" I tried to free myself from his grasp. "Let me go! You won't stop me!" But Rick didn't budge, of course, held me in a death grip. "I have to! I won't let you go out there alone! I won't let ya walk straight into a death trap!" "I don't care! I have to find Daryl! I need to find Daryl! I won't let him die out there!" Rick shook quickly his head. "And we won't. We are goin' to find him, I promise, but you are not goin' out before we didn't come up with a plan - and you are certainly not going out there alone." I clenched my jaw and gripped the gun in my hand tighter. "You can't boss me around, Rick! I do what I want to do! Not what you want me to do! You're not my dad!" "That's right - but you are my family!" I looked him deep in the eyes, staring at him without blinking. "And so's Daryl." I hissed, before I ripped my arm out of his grasp and turned my back to walk away again. Rick was like frozen to the ground for a moment, before he came back to his senses and followed me once again. "Daryl is my family, too! And I swear to you, we will find him! We can't just act headless now and you know it!" "He may be your family, but he is so much more for me!" I spat back, looking over my shoulder. Rick ran after me, came to walk beside me. "I know, Y/N! He is your boyfriend, but-" I stopped abruptly in my tracks and pinned the former sheriff harshly against the metal wall, taking him by surprise. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made this possible. Nevertheless was I quite a bit surprised that I made to do this. "He isn't just that, Rick! He is so much more!" For the second time I stared in the man's eyes opposite me, who swallowed hard. I felt how tears pooled in my eyes, before a single one ran down my cheek. "He is..." I inhaled a shaky breath and glanced shortly down. "He is the father of my baby, for God's sake!" I let him go again. "Do you understand now?!" Rick's jaw slackened, mouth falling agape. "Y-You're..." He moved his lips, but no words came out, so he pointed at my stomach. "Yes." I breathed out, trying to prevent even more tears from falling. "That's why I need to find him." Rick stared at me for another second, "Alright..." before he started to nod. "Alright. But you won't go alone. Take somebody with you." "I'll go with her." Michonne's voice suddenly sounded from behind us. "Me too." Glenn came to stand beside her. "I am going with you, too. I know where he went." Rosita stated, crossing her arms over her chest. Rick looked at me. "Okay?" I nodded. "Good. Take care. You all." He sent me a last look, before he passed us by. So, the four of us took a car and started to search for Daryl.

To that point in time, we all didn't have a single clue that each and every one of us ran straight into a trap, set by the Saviors. We already slept with one open at night, after everything that happened... But none of us didn't see that coming. None of us awaited to look the death himself straight in the eyes on that very night...

My whole body was shaking, when we were all told to kneel down by a man with a moustache. We were surrounded by the Saviors with not a single chance to escape. To my sheer horror, wasn't it just me, Glenn, Rosita and Michonne... Oh no... It was almost the whole group. I didn't see Daryl, but I couldn't point out if that was a good sign or a bad sign. We had no other choice, knelt down on the cold, dirty forest ground. I was at the end of line, with Rosita to my left. "Get that other asshole as well!" The man with the moustache shouted. Two Saviors went immediately to one of the cars - and dragged out a man I knew so very well… "Daryl..." I gasped in relief. But then I saw the crimson red stained blanket around him; saw how his shoulder was completely covered in the red liquid. There was still blood trickling down his arm. My eyes went wide, tears starting to immediately build up inside them. He was hurt... Badly. "Daryl!" I literally screamed, wanted to jump up, but one of the men reacted quickly and held me back, pushed me harshly back on the ground. "Daryl!" I cried out, hands trying to reach for him. He got harshly dragged over to me by another man, who threw him to the ground beside me. "Y/N..." The archer breathed out relieved, but weakly. I scrambled the last few inches separating us over to him and quickly threw my arms around him. He returned the hug with a painful groan. Only then I noticed how weak he actually was - and how pale. He must've lost a lot blood. My eyes fell immediately to his blood-smeared shoulder. "Daryl... oh god..." Tears ran down my cheek, while I reached out a shaky hand to softly touch his shoulder and examine the wound. He had been shot. "S okay, Y/N. 'S okay..." He almost slurred. "Main point is that you are alright." I nodded quickly, taking his hand in mine. "I am... I am." I would've loved to hold him again - longer, and kiss him, but one of the Saviors pulled him a bit away from me, making him kneel, too. But I didn't let go of him. Our hands stayed intertwined. We all knew something bad was about to happen, when the man with the moustache announced with a shit-eating grin, "Let's meet the man!" before he knocked his fist against the side of a trailer. I felt another shiver run down my spine; how my heart hammered rapidly against my ribcage, causing my breath to get laboured. Never ever in my life before had I been this afraid. Never. Not even when the dead took over the living. Daryl seemed to sense my fear. He gave my hand a soft squeeze. I looked over to him - straight into his loving eyes. That was the moment, I decided that it was time to tell him. This was probably the last chance I got. It was now or never. Whatever Negan would do with us, it certainly wasn't going to be a coffee party. Who was I kidding? We were most certainly going to die. So, before I was going to more than likely lose Daryl, I wanted to make sure that he knew.

"D-Daryl..." I whispered, voice on the verge of cracking. His eyes met mine once again - and time seemed to froze. This was it. "B-Before we are going to d-die, I-I want to tell you s-something." The archer shook his head immediately. "Don' say somethin' like that, Y/N. We ain't goin' to die. Not 'ere, not now. 'S gonna be alright." I felt how the tear started to blur my vision once again. "We don't know that." "Y/N, I-" Now I was the one shaking my head. "Please, shut up and listen to me." I interrupted him, pleading. "This is important!" I sobbed in a hushed tone. "I will never forgive myself, if I didn't make it to tell you!" Daryl clearly didn't have the strength to argue with me, so he gave in and nodded, squeezing my hand for the third time. "Daryl..." I started again, with a small smile. "Baby... I-I'm pregnant." I could literally see almost in slow motion, how his face fell in surprise and... shock? His mouth opened and closed, but no words escaped his lips. He needed a moment to find his voice again. My words had left him speechless - understandably. "Y-Yer w-wha'? P-Pregnant?" I nodded, hot tears rolling down my face. "I-Imma be a daddy?" He choked out, visibly trying to fight his own tears. "Y-Yes, you are." A strangled, but happy gasp left his lips, followed by a small smile. He leaned over with a wince, wanted to kiss me - but just before our lips could meet, the door of the trailer sprung open with a squeal, revealing a man with short black hair, a leather jacket and a baseball bat in his hands. "Pissing our pants yet?" He asked with a grin on his face. One look at him was enough for me to know, that this was going to get painful for us. Negan would make us pay and suffer to the bones - and I couldn't even share a last kiss with the man I loved. "I love you." I whispered towards Daryl. "I love ya, too. 'N I promise, I won't let him hurt ya. I'd die for ya - 'n the baby." I smiled softly at his words and gripped his hand even tighter, ready to accept my fate.

[dickmaster1]

Ok so thiss is like my first fic and first smut fic I've wrote since middleschool😭 so please be nice, I do take criticism just don't be a ass😊

Anyways here is a season three Daryl dixon x trans reader fic since there is none! I made it<3

It had smut in it obviously, praising, good boy is used umm idk what else have fun reading (it's alos a 4k word fic)

Quiet love

 "Rick and Glenn are back!" Maggie yelled as she helped Carol open the gate for them, noticing there was another car behind them they pulled their guns out.

"Stop he is with us we found him, had been trapped in his hometown since it started" 

Rick said while getting out of his car fixing his belt. Glenn got out, also running up and hugging Maggie giving her a kiss.

"Yeah he is a cool dude, he reminds me of Daryl kinda" Glenn said watching the unknown male pull in and park his big truck before hopping out. Giving a small wave to the small group, it became painfully aware how scared he was of them, not having seen people since the day his town went under. 

Walking up Carol offers her hand, giving a warm smile making the man smile, his shoulders visibly going down from how tense he was. Shaking her hand he hears a loud voice turning around and he sees a dirty looking man walking down yelling for Rick.

"Rick! Come on asskicker needs her food!" The unknown man says before turning and with a confused look asks, "who is this?" 

"I'm y/n it's nice to meet you..?"

He sheepishly holds out a hand for the man to shake, thankfully he does, giving him a firm shake.

"Darly" the dirty man said so low you could barely hear it, before turning to Rick completely forgetting about you. That one interaction alone makes your heart skip a beat, *wow ok good job y/n fall for a guy who you just know his name of* you say rolling your eyes mentally.

 Lost in your own mind still the man named Glenn with his wife he told you about beside him comes up to you, "Let me show you around, you'll love it here" snapping out of your own mind you smile saying yes following them up to the prison.

"Who is this y/n fellow? He sounds like a girl" 

Darly said leaning on the fence, pulling his cigarette out Taking one in between his fingers lighting it taking a long drag.

"He is trans darly, he said before the apocalypse started he had just gotten his top surgery, it's why he couldn't leave" 

Shocked, Daryl looks over "really?? He told you that?" He wasn't Shocked about y/n being trans he didint give a fuck, he could care less how people see themselves as long as they don't mess with him he coudl careless, he was shocked he has disclosed such information. 

Letting a low grunt dalry take a drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke leave his mouth. "Nice truck he has, why didn't he leave himself?" 

"To many zombies, his town is small so everyone got infected quickly he was just lucky he had to stay inside" Rick looks at the man they are talking about, seeing him talking to Carol he smiles glad that the kid can be happy and safe

"Looks like you're losing Carol darly" Glenn says, coming up next to him with a big grin on his face. Giving him a look daryl scoffs, "I ain't got a crush on Carol so shut up pizza boy" 

Rick laughed at the interaction, putting his hands on both of their shoulders walking with them. 

"Come on let's go and make some good impressions" walking up to y/n Rick sparks up a conversation, dalry behind him watching what's going on makes eye contact with y/n.

Their eyes lock, a slight brush spreads y/n's face before turning around saying they have to with Carol leaving awkwardly. 

Darly walks up to them and lets out a grunt leaning back on the shelter they are under "I think I scared him, I looked at him and he ran off" he said, crossing his arms visibly upset that the man ran off.

"Ohh that's why he started blushing!" Glenn stated enthusiastically, making both Rick and Darly look at him weirdly before hearing dalry let out a low chuckle, "Yeah ok" 

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Y/n had been at the prison for about a month now, he had fit right in becoming friends with Carol and Maggie helping the woman out alot, sometimes going out with Rick and Glenn on runs.

"Hey" Daryl said, taking a bite out of the apple he had for breakfast, y/n startled, let out a yelp turning around smiling at him before letting out a hi. 

"Rick said that your town had a lot of supplies. He wants me to go get some you know the place wants to join me?" Dalry didn't know why he was asking you, he didn't know why he was so nervous about it either but he just knew he had to. Throughout your month here, dalry has watched you not in a weird way but to make sure you aren't a threat but as he watched he started to fall a bit, he didn't know why, maybe it was your hair and how it frames your face showing off your jawline, maybe it was how you handled Judith with such care that it made his heart swell, maybe it was how you treated him. You treated him well for someone who you barely knew, bringing him snacks and drinks during patrol. This caused a lot of people to tease him. He didn't understand why...well he didn't believe it, He didn't believe you liked him. He was just a redneck nobody, that's what he told himself to not get his hopes up. 

"Um dalry? You ok I said yes" y/n said getting close to dalry not noticing how their chest were so close to connecting, and how dalry sucked in a breath of air holding it. 

"Y-yeah sorry, let's leave in an hour ok I'll meet you at the gate" Daryl then walked off hiding the blush that covered his face. 

Waiting by the gate with a small bag and a decent coat, y/n see Glenn and Maggie come out of the watch tower above her, "having fun you too?" Y/n says smirking knowing exactly what they were doing up there. Turning red, Glenn lets out an embarrassed laugh before changing the subject. "You're waiting on Daryl aren't you" glenn says leaning on the railing, he knows about your crush because Maggie knows.. blushing at the name of the dark haired archer y/n rolls his eyes about to say something before,

"Are you ready y/n?" Daryl says bringing his motorcycle near the gate, starting it up, Daryl notions for you to get on, you happily jump on, forgoing about Glenn and Maggie riding off with him through the gate. 

The ride to your town was quiet but not awkward, holding onto his shoulders a blush creeps up your face you had never been able to feel his muscular shoulders before this only watching him work from afar so this was liel heaven and you were loving this, you had thought that you were the only one affected by this little supply run but much to your knowledge the grumpy archer was having trouble driving due to your touch. He had been touched before his brother dragged him to parties in his teen years so he had so much experience with it but your touch made him actually feel something other than just lust,  it made him feel soft and warm and it gave him butterflies. He hated it but loved it at the same time wondering if you felt the same. 

Arriving just outside the town, Daryl parked his motorcycle hiding it under some falling tree branches. He puts his backpack on grabbing his crossbow, "you ready y/n?" He said pulling back the string of his crossbow loading it with an arrow. Nodding at the archer they both slowly take off towards the town, making little to no noise. They were both very sneaky people perfect for this type of run.

Arriving at the town pharmacy they break the glass door being thankful it's the apocalypse and the alarms are all disabled due to no power. Killing the few zombies that were in there y/n looks down. "Huh hello Mr. Blake it's my gym teacher" Daryl walks up and lets out a quite sorry not knowing what to say.

"Oh don't be he was a prick refused to believe I was a man, his daughter sure though so she practically worshiped me" letting out a small laugh y/n walks off and starts cramming stuff in the bag medicine, feminine stuff anything that can fit in the bag. 

After clearing out the pharmacy, y/n and Daryl go to walk to the bike only about 2 miles away from town hidden under some tree branches before a group of zombies come down the corner.

"Shit…let's go this way" y/n says, dragging Daryl down an alley only to be stopped by more zombies. Letting out al out fuck they both run down the alley turning away from from ground of zombies that were at the corner who have now gotten closer.

"Let's head to my old house! It will be safe" daryl nodded his head following y/n to his house. They both slammed the door shut when they got there, breathing heavily trying to catch their breath. Looking around the house Daryl noticed how clean it looks only small amount of dust since it's only been a month since y/n was here last, he wondered how he stayed here all that time alone, while looking around he notices a picture of a girl in what seems to be a batman shirt and basketball pants sporting a backwards hat picking it up he smiles at it.

"Is this you? You look cool" y/n looks over seeing this picture Daryl is holding, laughing at it before telling him it was the day that he had gotten approved to get top surgery and how happy he was.

Y/n looks up at Daryl expecting to see him still looking at the picture but he was already looking at him with his blue eyes piercing his heart. "Daryl you're staring at me" your heart picking up the pace as he just continues to do so. "I like staring at ya, got a problem with it?" He says tilting his head at you, challenging you to say something back. Not being one to back down you stepped closer making the gap between you smaller, putting your hands around his neck pulling him down so your lips are practically touching his ear.

"No, but are you ever going to make a move?" You say in a low voice before pulling away, smiling with pride at teasing him. Going to walk away he grabs your wrist pinning you against the wall, letting out a groan at the impact you look up making eye contact with Daryl his eyes dark with lust, and need. Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding he leans closer to you, making your nose touch, his lips ghosting over yours.

"If you wanted me so bad why didn't you make a move huh?" His voice is low and filled with a teasing tone waiting for your response. Rolling your eyes, you try to wiggle out of his grip but not budging.

"I never said that" you knew you were lying but you'd rather lie than admit it, Daryl didn't seem to like that at all, he grabbed your face in his hand making you look at him.

"Sweetie I don't like lying, now tell me the truth" he said in a soft but dominant tone, he didn't like to be rough but knew it was needed sometimes. Not breaking y/n laughs in his face."Oh fuck off dixon" darly raised his eyebrow, smirking at what you siad before letting go of your arms still holding onto your face he pulls you toward his making you have to stand on your toes.

"Listen sweetheart this will go your way if you stop being a brat and be a good boy for me ok?" He said tilting his head slightly smirking at how your face turned bright red at the nickname, he knew he had gotten you then. 

Embarrassment rushing through your body you turned your head as much as you could with the hold he had on your face, not wanting him to have a clear view of your embarrassed face.

"Aw, is someone embarrassed? Embarrassed they got caught for being a fucking brat, all because what? You want me to fuck you?" Darly smirked as your eyes widened at the last part, your face becoming even brighter at the idea of him knowing of your fantasies about him. 

"Oh so now you shut up huh?" Daryl said with a evil smile on his face, you were shocked at what he had said you were close with Daryl but he never showed signs that he liked you back. This was so sudden you had to process it.

"Are you fucking with me dixon?" You said giving him a sour look, not wanting to get your heart broken but a joke. Daryl looked at you shocked and started laughing. You felt like he was mocking you before he suddenly put his warm Hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. "Do you think I talk to just anyone like this? Do you think I go around holding people like this? No that's because I've been waiting to do this with you" he takes his pointer finger and puts it under your chin lifting your face up to look at him.

"If my gut is right, you want me to, right?" Daryl said looking down at you, his eyes looking into yours deeply, you take a deep breath before making the distance between your lips none existent as you pull him into an intoxicating kiss, it was filled with need and want as your lips fought for dominance. 

Swiping his tongue across your low lip asking for entrance, you gladly give it to him letting his warm wet tongue slide into your mouth. It felt like heaven to finally have datly tongue inside your mouth feeling it fight against your own for dominance, him winning in the end. 

Pulling away from the heated make out session, Daryl lets out a breathy chuckle running his hand through his hair in the process.

"I didn't think you had it in you pretty boy, you're just full of surprises huh?"  Daryl said, looking down at you, his eyes going back from your eyes to your lips practically craving to kiss you again, wanting to feel your plump soft lips on his slightly rough ones. "Since I'm sure you won't ask, I guess I will darlin' you mind showing me to your room so I can properly devour you"  he said, his eyes full of lust, biting at his bottom lip in anticipation at your answer.

Nodding your head in excitement, afraid that if you answered he'd hear how lust filled and breathless your voice sounds. Taking his hand you guide him up the creaky stairs going all the way down the hallway to the last room before opening it. Your room was filled with old stuff, old rock posters hanging on the wall along with some vinyl on the wall. Letting go of his hand you turn to face him but come in contact with his lips, kissing you he pushes you up against the wall taking his hand and putting it under your chin for better access to your mouth. Using his other free hand he grabs your waist pulling you in closer to him.

"Oh I'm going to ruin you sweetie" Darly said in a sweet tone underline with something evil.

Slightly panting you look up at him practically begging with your eyes at him to ruin you. Lifting you up in his eyes with ease he puts your back against the wall using one hand to hold your leg and the other holding on your chin. "Do you want me to ruin you? Make you beg for my touch?" Darly said in such a sweet tone you couldn't help but whine at it, smiling at your whine he tightened his hold leaning in closer to your ear, "aww poor thing, now come be a good boy and tell me what you want from me if you don't I can't help you darlin' " Darly purred into your ear. 

Whining even louder you started to move a bit before Daryl's hold on you tightened, you were sure you'd have marks on you but you didn't mind the idea you loved in fact. Letting out a defeated sigh you looked into his eyes, 

"Please..ruin my daryl" you looked away blushing at what you had said, hearing the male in front of you laugh you feel him start to pick you up hanging onto him for support. Laying you down on the bed flat dalry slides his vest off his shoulders before swiftly taking his shirt off. Blushing at the action you can't help but admire his chest, the little scars on it from his past and present, his tattoo you had never seen till then it was nice. Snapping at the feeling of someone pulling you towards the End of the bed you see Daryl, the tough archer on his knees below you looking up for permission for something. 

Kissing at your clothes skin he looks up giving you a small smirk, "can I take these off?" Daryl asks as he hooks his fingers on the waist of your pants, letting out a yes he wastes no time in taking your pants and your boxers off. Feeling exposed you close your legs before having them prided open but Daryl hands. Leaving little butterfly kisses all over your thighs, before coming face to face with your cunt blowing on it he laughs at how you whine at the feeling. Hooking his arms around your legs to position them on his shoulders he looks up, " you ready sweetie?" Letting out a shaky breath you nod your head.

Leaning forward Daryl gives you a long slow lick relishing in your taste before dipping his tongue in you, letting out a low Moan you grab onto his hair making him Groan into you. Gently sucking on your clit he takes his hand putting two fingers to your mouth, at first not knowing what he wants it finally clicks opening your mouth you let him two fingers in gently sucking on them.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he takes his soaked middle finger at your entrance gently massaging it, your spit and slick mixing before plunging his finger in you. Letting out a high pitched moan you swear you can feel him smirking from his position between you. "So vocal, so sweet I love your taste" He says before starting a steady pace with his finger and tongue. Taking his finger in and out of you at a slow pace he continues to eat you out sucking on your sensitive bud while speeding up. Taking another finger he slowly inserts into you loving the feeling of your walls clenching on him. His pants became tight at his growing erection. Starting at a faster pace, he makes sure to continue to give attention to your clit, loving how your moans become higher as you reach your peak. Using his tounge to fuck you along with his two fingers you feel hot, loving the feeling of his mouth om you. You feel a weird sensation in your lower stomach whining louder as it grows bigger and bigger. Before you know it you're screaming, grabbing  his hair, pushing his face into you more, riding out your orgasm in his face. 

Slowly coming down from your high, Daryl continues to lap up your wetness, loving the salty sweet taste. Lifting his head up his face is glistening with you on him, he lacks his lips before taking his fingers in his mouth slowly sucking them clean. This action makes you whine, clenching your thighs together. Chuckling at your action he puts his hands on both thighs spreading them open, leaving hot kisses on them before gently kissing your clit, smiling at how sensitive you are. Whining at just a simple kiss he loved it, loved having you like this. 

"Do you want to continue sweetie?" Daryl asked before he did anything else, hearing you say yes he smiled again swiftly getting rid of his pants, him on full display for you now. Blushing at the sight of him, you couldn't help but stare in admiration at his length. "Are you having fun?" Darly said in a cocky tone before putting his hands under your chin. Rolling your eyes you reach for the bottom of your shirt lifting it over your head, now you were both even.

For a few seconds it was silence, just the both of you admiring each other's body. Then Daryl picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around him, pulling you into a heated kiss, your guys teeth clacking together. Setting you gently down on the bed he pulls away, a string of saliva showing. Kissing down your jaw to your neck he leaves little bites all over. Whining at the feeling you grab onto his hair raking your hands through it. 

Leaving open wet kisses down your neck to your chest he gives an experimental kiss on your nipple, hearing you take in a shape of breath and let out a moan he continues, sucking and licking on it while using his other hand to play and twist at it loving your cries underneath him. Repeating the process on the other one he pulls away, to look at you. Your chest full of bites and your nipples red from all the attention they were given, your face contorted with pleasure still with a thin layer of sweat over your face. 

"Please..please daryl'' you say, reaching for his face to pull him into a kiss, laughing into the kiss he plunges his tongue into your mouth playing with your for dominance while his hand travels down to in between your legs, rubbing eights into your sensitive clit. 

"Please what? Come on tell me" he coos at you while still rubbing eights into you loving how you can barely even make a sound as your mouth hangs open. "Please…fuck me" you didn't expect to say it, but something inside you wanted to do it for him. Smirking he gives you a gentle kiss, "good boy, that's all you needed to do" 

Sitting comfortably in between your legs he pumps himself a couple of times, hissing when he gently rubs at the tip before lining up with you mixing his precum and yours together. "Ok imma put it in, are you ok?" He asks as he gently rubs your thighs, nodding your head you put your own hand over your mouth to keep quiet. Gently pushing the head in he takes a deep breath before pushing hold of himself inside you groaning at how tight you were. 

"You ok darlin'?" He says giving you a gentle kiss as he rubs your thighs to realize some pain. "Yeah..just getting used to it…you can move I'm fine" you say moaning as he moves a bit, taking himself out of you before slamming all of it you, letting out a choked moan you bite into his shoulder clawing slightly at his back. Rubbing your thighs he gives you kisses all over your body praising you for how good you're doing. "Oh my good boy, you're doing so well. I'm going to move now Ok just bite on my shoulder Ok darling" 

Nodding your head you bite down on his shoulder preparing for him to move. Taking it out slowly before thrusting it back into you, keeping a slow but rough pace. He continues to do this, taking the opportunity to bite down on your neck hard,before pulling away and kissing the pain away. 

Moving at an agonizingly slow pace for you, pulling out of you so he can get a better angle you whine at the feeling of not being full, before you can whine any longer he takes your leg hooking it over his shoulder for a better angle. Realigning himself up with you he thrusts into you harder, hitting into you g-spot letting out a loud moan daryl quickly uses his free hand to cover your mouth shushing at you, "be quiet for me, ok you'll be my good boy if you do" he says in a sweet, seductive tone. He starts to move at a faster paste, going in and out of you faster and faster. 

Feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach tighten your claw at his back, you're pretty sure he will have marks on his back. "Daryl…I'm close.." you let out before a moan comes out quickly using daryl's hand to cover your mouth, darlys eye widen ar what you do before it's replaced with his cocky grin. He quickened his pace going faster than before, suddenly that feeling in your stomach snapped. Letting out a muffled moan you dig your nails into his back as you get fucked through your orgasm.

Slowly Daryl pulls out of you, you Hiss at the feeling. "you do so well, are you ok sweetie?" Darly said, putting a gentle hand on your cheek. "Yeah I'm fine daryl…can I help you?" You said looking up at him, his eyes widened at what you asked, "Are you sure darling?" He says with a confused tone. 

""Yes I am, I want to ...please" grinning at you Daryl gets up from the bed helping you get off it as well, helping you kneel down at the spot  he was eating you out earlier, stroking himself as you get situated. Placing a shaky hand where he was, you give kitten licks on the tip of it. grasping the bed, Daryl throws his head back in pleasure. Pleased at what you did you take about half of him in your mouth going up and down slowly making sure to trace the underside with your tongue. Grabbing onto the back of your head he gently guides you up and down using your mouth. 

"Fuck y/n I'm goi-!" Before he could finish he pushed your head down taking him fully in before busting inside your mouth, gagging a bit you tried to swallow as much as you could but a little came out the sides of your mouth. Pulling off you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. "Oh you did so good, my good boy" Daryl says, holding you by your chin to look up at him, before leaning down and kissing you with need and love. "Come on let's get you cleaned up" 

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can i get a matchup, preferably TWD? im a straight chinese girl, 5’1” with black shoulder length hair. Im ENTP, ravenclaw, capricorn. I try to put myself out there as bubbly but im afraid i may be overbearing sometimes. i like singing, playing guitar and music. ive been painting a lot recently too. my sister tells me to be more open about my emotions a lot. i care a lot about my sister too and i value her opinions the most. my style is traditionally girly but people dont say my behavior is.

Now hear me out, I think you’d be really cute with... Daryl Dixon!

You had been saved by him when he was out on a long wolf run. He had heard you screaming at some walkers and immediately ran to help you. After he had saved you and you thanked him, you told him about your “camp”, that consisted of you, your sister, and two friends. He was hesitant but he went, after some time of staying with you he invited your group to Alexandria.

When your sister found out about your feelings towards Daryl she immediately pushed you to make a move. And when you did, you were surprised to find that he felt the same way. Daryl and you both struggle to show your emotions properly and find that it’s rarely a good thing. But that’s something the two of you bonded over. Over time you could recognize signs of what emotion he felt and how strongly he felt it and he the same to you.

On the days where you had Daryl to yourself, it was nothing but pure bliss. He loved every second of it. Your bubbly personality reminded him so much of Beth but didn’t at the same time. You brought a different level of comfort and happiness he never had with anyone else.

Your dates consisted of walking around the woods surrounding Alexandria and laying in your home and softly singing to him as you painted, sometimes he’d sing back in a hushed voice. Durning the hot summer days, you’d both go down to a river and would swim for hours before heading back. These days were cherished greatly by the two of you.

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Cupcake - TWD

Daryl Dixon x Reader fic *Angst*

-Before the zombies in Atlanta-

I looked at myself in the mirror, flour smeared across my cheek and drops of icing in the front strands of my hair that’s fallen down from the tight space buns atop my head. I rolled my eyes as I noticed a drop of bright pink icing on the collar of my shirt, working at the cupcake cafe had it’s perks, but some of my best clothes went home stained with bright dollops of colour, today was no exception.

Untying my frilly black pinafore, I stepped out into the frigid Atlanta air, not noticing the scruffy but handsome looking man coming straight toward me. Too caught up in my thoughts, I crashed into a hard chest, the smell of earth, cigarettes and cologne invading my senses.

“Hey! Watch it cupcake!” That was the first thing Daryl ever said to me. Our eyes locked, and as cheesy as it sounds, I’m pretty sure it was love at first sight. Still, I flipped him off and carried on walking to my car. I heard a rough chuckle then footsteps following me. Turning my head I came face to face with the handsome stranger, he grinned at me. “Im Daryl.” I don't know why but I replied. “I’m Y/N,” and the rest, well, the rest is great.

We spent every day together, I learnt all of his darkest secrets and he mine, we were happy being with each other.

Until the walkers came.

-The day they came-

It was like any normal day, I was at work early, much to Daryl’s annoyance, the big softy just wanted to stay in bed and cuddle, but someone had to get in to open the shop.

It was such a nice day I walked to work, it took a half hour but I didn't mind, I had picked up a coffee and just enjoyed the sun beating down on my face, the only thing that ruined it a little was the wail of sirens everywhere. Must be something big going on.

The last batch of cupcakes were just out of the oven, cooling so I could decorate them a little later in the day, the door bell chimed letting me know of a customer, I was about to go out and great them, before I heard the screams.

They sounded as if they were coming from all directions, the sound of sirens were getting closer and I could see people running as if their lives depended on it past the small store front window.

I ran outside to see what the hell was going on when I saw them. The walkers. I knew them, well, used to know some of them, because the things I was staring at now weren't people anymore. Words couldn't describe what I was seeing, pale dead eyes stared back at me, slack jaws and growling, snarling, blood soaked mouths, dead hands reaching for me. I screamed and ran to the store next door looking for someone I knew, anyone. All the while trying to call Daryl on my mobile, but no one was picking up.

-A few weeks later-

Walkers. like a plague they came from nowhere and destroyed life as we knew it. I had joined a small group of people that day at the cupcake store, and we have been surviving together ever since. The city was gone and I was lucky to make it out alive. We had gone in search of our loved ones on the dreadful day, some were found alive, some, walking but dead and then others. Others were just never found, it was like they had vanished or left to get to safety just like we had done. Just like I hope my Daryl had done.

When I had got to our small cabin in the woods, there was nothing but evidence of a scuffle, Daryl’s crossbow was gone, Merle’s truck was parked outside, but no sign of the brothers. I could only pray, being the survivalists they were, they had managed to get away safe in time. While there I packed a bag of clothes, took some of Daryl’s too all the while trying not to break down, and grabbed my bow and arrow from the cabinet. Maybe he knew I would come home, maybe he left it so I could protect myself. I knew he wouldn't have left if he didn't have to.

When we first met, I was a goody-twoshoes cupcake girl, then Daryl showed me and thing or two. I just needed to survive, for him.

-Now-

Its been a few months from what I can tell since the walkers came, We’ve lost a few people and gained a few, i’ve had to kill things that were once people, all the while still searching for my Daryl and trying to cope with all the emotions was difficult, especially when I had become the default leader of a small group of survivors.

I twiddled with my engagement ring and stared out across an open field not far from where we had set up camp. I was supposed to be out hunting looking for food, but I was lost in space, trapped in my own thoughts thinking about life and what was going to happen now.

“Y/N” I heard Gale, one of the older ladies from my group call my name, her voice was full of fright and it made my hair stand on end, I quickly whipped around with my bow, expecting walkers, only to find another group of people with knives and guns trained on mine.

A man I didn't recognise was pointing a gun at me. “Just put the bow down and no one gets hurt” His voice was kind of soothing, he had slightly brown curly hair, a strong accent and was wearing a sheriffs uniform.

I slowly lowered my bow to the ground, while doing so reaching for the blade that I kept hidden in my leather combat boots. I was ready to charge, ready to kill to protect my people if I had to. But then it happened. I heard the one voice I hadn't heard in months.

“Cupcake?” I looked wide eyed at Daryl standing behind the man with the gun, his hair was longer and he was wearing his favourite leather vest. In all the surprise and commotion I didn't hear the loud bang of the gun or feel the warm blood pooling in the pit of my stomach. All I could see was the shocked look on my finances face and then yelling as he ran towards my falling body.

“Rick what have you fucking done?!” Daryl screamed as he pressed on my stomach trying to stop the bleeding. “Stay with me baby please, just hold on” I smiled at him, a sad and relieved smile. I had finally found him.

And then everything went dark.

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Bedtime

Daryl Dixon X Fem! Reader

Summary: Daryl put his daughter to bed before having a small conversation with his wife.

Word Count: 800+

Author Note: It's been a hot minute since I wrote anything. My apologies if Daryl seems to be OOC. I see him as a man who would be smitten over his partner and child.

The moonlight was peeking through the young girl's bedroom curtains where a young man sat on her bed reading a Dr.Seuss book. The five-year-old was slowly snoozing off hearing her father's rough voice luring her to sleep holding on to her chipmunk plush.

Daryl notices as he continues to read the last page. As much as he hates his own voice, his baby girl loves him to read her stories before bedtime. He could never say no to her puppy eyes and held the night's bedtime story to be read underneath her blue eyes. She has him wrapped around her little finger.

Once he glances down at her to see her snoozing off, he tucks her in before kissing her forehead. He gets off of the bed to walk over to her shelf to place the book carefully without making too much noise where it is destined to be. He turns off the lamp on her nightstand but reaches over to the side to turn on her night light which covers her ceiling with stars.

He closes the door gently before heading to the bedroom where you were waiting for him to come back after putting your daughter to sleep.

“Can you believe our baby is gonna go to kindergarten in a few months?” You smiled at Darly who climbed underneath the covers.

“Don’t remind me. She is growing too darn fast.”

You glance at Daryl to see him with a frown on his lips and his eyebrows narrowed down. If it wasn’t for the years you have already known him, you would think he is pissed at something. It was his worried expression

“What is it?” You move to his side a bit for him to rest against your chest as you play with his hair turning them into spikes. His hair was still wet from the shower he had previously taken.

“It's probably nothing. I am just paranoid. You know how children are cruel.” Daryl takes your hand to run his thumb over it that was resting on his chest.

You already know he was heavily bullied and often got into fights over it. He wasn’t gonna get pushed around. He was an outcast during his time at school.

“Daryl, she is gonna be fine. There aren't any rumors about you in this county. You had a fresh start since you moved here. You have had a very successful shop running for a few years now. Now rumors are going around, nothing like the ones when you were growing up. The only talk I only heard is a hot sexy mysterious mechanic.” You heard him scoff, before muttering under his breath. “You are trying to flatter me. It isn’t working.”

“Well, tell that to the women at the preschool. They eye you as if you were a piece of candy. When you are clearly taken.” You pout and frustration seeing how the women in the faculty go crazy gooey eyes whenever your husband is there. You only have been there on Fridays with Daryl to pick her up.

You have a crazy hectic schedule as a surgeon at the hospital, but you have been trying to balance life and work ever since your daughter was born.

Daryl never noticed that they were eyeing him from behind or looking at him in any sort of way. He wasn’t used to having the ladies' attention on him when he was growing up. He was the scrap goat that no one wanted to associate with due to his family reputation. The only stares he would get were judgment and disgust back in his hometown.

“Your cute ass is mine though.” You muttered underneath your breath. He tilts his head up to glance at you only to boops your nose. “Those ladies have nothing on my crazy woman.” He has a soft smile on his lips and looks at you with complete adoration.

“You are lucky. You are cute. I would have bitten you for that comment.” You press a kiss against the side of his head and get comfortable but keep your arms around Daryl. You whispered into his ear with a soft smile spreading through your lips.

“Besides, our little chipmunk can take care of herself. Remember she bit that boy who kept pulling her braids.”

He chuckles at the memory of getting that phone call. “Chipmunk is feral when she wants to be. Remember she bit Merle because he was being mean to her.”

He remembers Merle would keep his distance and prefer her as the ankle-biter after the various situations. Merle was the one who suggested biting people and just stuck with her, even though he was being sarcastic. She was just a child who took it literally.

“Feral just like her daddy.” You already know he was rolling his eyes at your comment.

“But the crazy comes from you .”

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Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

I am debating between either naming Daryl's daughter Darlina and Darcy as a nickname or having it as Darcy.

I might do another part during the apocalypse featuring Merle and Daryl with little Dixon.

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Family pt 1 || Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Y/N and her little brother meet Daryl and Rick.

Warnings: none except for language? English is not my mothertounge

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"Ty I need you to climb up there and be super duper quiet, can you do that for me?" The y/h/c haired boy in front of you gave you a small nod. You looked around quickly, checking again for any walkers near you. Lifting him up you made sure that he was high enough. High enough to be out of sight of any walkers or people. You couldn't risk him getting seen. "Okay, Ty. Stay there. If anything happens, you yell for me, alright? Other than that stay up there and be quiet." Again he nodded. You gave him a small grin, before heading off. Quietly you made your way through the trees, putting one foot before the other, your bow and arrow raised high, when you heard a noise. A deer. It couldnt be too far away. Slowly you followed the prints on the ground, the bow in your arm ready. Never have you been happier that your dad was obsessed with the end of the world. He taught you everything. You were standing behind a tree and walked around it. There she was standing in the middle of a clearing eating grass. You pointed your bow and arrow at the deer, pulling the string back. Deep breath in and...

"Sophia!" The deer looked up and ran away. "Son of a bitch!" You muttered and tried to shoot your arrow to still hit the deer but it was gone. Rustling behind you made you turn and face two men. "Idiots! 'Cause of you my dinner ran!" One men was wearing a sherrifs uniform, the other one a plain tank top and some pants. They looked at you with surprise, your bow and arrow pointed at them. "Maybe try an' hold tha bow righ' for a start." The one in the tank said and you raised an eyebrow. He had a crossbow, easier than bow and arrow so what's he to judge? "Shut up, dumbass. You have to be nuts to sream some name through the whole forest. Tryna get yourselfs killed?" You lowered you bow and looked at them through squinted eyes. Turning on your heel you tried to make your way back to Tyler. "You all alone out here?" You looked at the sheriff over your shoulder. "Nah, cant you see, sheriff? Got plenty of company."

He followed you. Weirdly enough it didnt make you feel uneasy. At no point either one of them raised their weapons against you. "You gonna buy me dinner now, or why you following me, huh?" He laughed. "No. I'd like to ask you somethin'" You stopped, looked up the tree and to Tyler. "Its okay, you can come down." Both of them looked up. "So what did you want to ask?" You eyes were still on Tyler, making sure he doesnt fall down the tree. He was a good climber, always has been since the day he started to walk. When he jumped from the last branch you catched him. "You seen a little girl?" The one with the crossbow looked at you, eyebrow raised. You sat Tyler on the ground, kneeled down and got a bottle of water out of your backpack. You shook your head as you handed it to your brother. "Cant say I have." Tyler gave you the bottle back and smiled at you. "Have you got one? I am hungry." Shaking your head you searched in you backpack. "Sorry, buddy. Couldnt get a deer. But you want that?" You held out a granola bar. He nodded and took it with a smile. "Just the two of you, huh?" You looked at the sheriff. Giving him a small nod you put your backpack on again. "I am Rick. That's Daryl. You are?" Tyler raised his arms at you and yawned. He was tired. You were too, you hadnt slept in days. Lifting him up he clung to your front like a koala. "Y/N. An' the little koala bear is Tyler." Daryl looked at you. "Dangerous to be out on ya own." You nodded. "Well what am I suppos'd to do? Get me sum walkers as company?" Tyler put his head in the crook of your neck. At least someone can sleep. "You ain't got a group?"

"Doesnt look like it. Only the two of us at this point." Daryl and Rick looked at each other till Daryl nodded. "You could join us. We're a big group. Something like 10 people or so. Got other kids there as well. My sons one of them." You were surprised. Not only that they asked you to join but also that they were that many people left and near you. "I...I dont wanna cause any trouble." Daryl shook his head. "Cant leave you outta here with a kid. You a kid yourself." Your mouth opened and closed again. He was right. Atleast about Ty, you couldnt stay in the forest with a five year old. Not on your own.

You followed them back to the highway, Tyler still clung to your front. It wasn't a long walk, about 5 miles maybe, but having a 5 year old that weighs 18 kilograms on your front and a backpack on your back made things more difficult. You stopped next to a tree, trying to catch your breath. "You a'right?" Darly asked and you looked at him. "Having 'bout 25 kilograms to your torso and walking a steady pace is a bit difficult. Specially cause he feels 2 times heavier when he's sleepin'" He tilted his head. Rick stepped forward and put his arms toward you. "I'll take him for the last couple miles." You nodded and let him take Tyler from you. He immediately clung to Rick and you laughed. "Like I said he's a little koala." You took your bow off your shoulder and one of the arrows out of the side of your backpack, putting it to the string. Rick started to walk in front of you and you followed. "Need ta keep ya elbow lower, makes your shot cleaner." Darly muttered beside you and you side eyed him, lowering you elbow slightly. "Who taught you?" He asked and you turned your head to him. "My dad."

"Did you find her?" A woman with short, grey hair ran towards you, looking at Darly with big eyes. Rick put Tyler on the ground and he walked to you, hiding behind your leg. Daryl shook his head and the woman started sobbing and another one with long brown hair stroked her back. "We will find her tomorrow." Then she looked at you. "Who's that?" You smiled at her. "Hi. I am Y/N, that's my little brother Tyler." Everyone was looking at you now. She smiled but looked st Rick. "Couldn't leave her out in the woods alone with that kid." He shrugged and she looked at you again. "I'm Lori. How old are you?" Daryl was talking to the gray haired woman and Rick to an older man. "He's....he's five. I am nineteen." She introduced you to everyone else. They were nice and welcoming, gave you food and told you about themselves. You sat by the fire, knees pulled to your chest when Rick sat next to you, Daryl standing behind him. "How you feeling?" You stretched out your legs and looked at him. "Havent been around this many people in months. I have food, water, a fire right infront of me and I dont have to look around every second to make sure there ain't one of this things, so pretty good i guess?" You smile and he nods. "I have to ask you some questions, is that alright?" Now you nodded. "You have family except for Tyler?" You took a deep breath. "Another brother and my fathers somewhere out there, but they not together. My father left once all this shit started and Jack is 15 years old and somewhere out there, I lost them." Rick nodded. "Wait, them?" Daryl asked and you looked up. "Yeah. After my father left we...we were 4. Jack, Ty, my ex-boyfriend and me. Ty and I lost them when a group of walkers chased us." Rick put a hand on your shoulder and smiled. "Is Jack dead?" Shocked you turned to Tyler who was sitting next to you. "No, Ty. You know Jack. He's strong, he'll be fine." Tyler gave you a small smile and leaned into you. "I'll go and help Shane look out." Rick got up and left you alone with Daryl and Tyler. "Do you think we will see him again?" Ty muttered and you took a deep breath. "Hey, ya kno' what? My brothers out there too an' ya kno' what they'll be a'right." Tyler looked at him. "Do you think?" Daryl nodded and looked at you. You kissed Tyler's head and ruffled it softly. "Thank you, Daryl."

[skyispurple]

Daryl Dixon x Reader

The summer sun kissed your skin as you walked down the street, crossbow in your hands with an arrow loaded, ready to take down walkers or other humans if necessary. Nothing could be heard except the birds chirping, and gravel crunching beneath your feet. You then slow to a stop, and take out your canteen, taking a few sips of water, before continuing to wherever the hell you were going.

A few minutes passed and a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. You race to hid behind an abandoned car, not willing to be killed or kidnapped. The roar of the motorcycle got louder as it got closer to you. You put your finger on the trigger of your crossbow, ready to fire if needed.

Soon you heard the motorcycle come to a stop not far from the car you were hiding behind. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the car you were behind. Soon a man popped out right in front of you, and you both quickly raised your crossbows, pointing directly at each other.

“Who are you?” The man asked, his crossbow still pointing at you. “Y/N, and you?” “Daryl Dixon” was his response. Slowly, you lowered your crossbow, realizing the man wasn’t gonna hurt you. If he was, he would’ve done it by now. Daryl also lowered his crossbow.

It was silent for a minute before he spoke up. “You got a group?” You shook your head no. It went silent again before he started asking questions. “How many walkers have you killed?” “Too many to count” “How many people have you killed?” “One” “Why?” “They uh, got bit and asked me too.” Darly nodded, pleased with your responses.

“I got a group not too far from here if you’d like to come.” You nodded, and followed him to his motorcycle. He hopped on first, you climbing on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The two of you took off not long after, heading towards what would become your new home.

[twdeadfanfic]

Golden Cage, Pt.1

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary:  The reader is one of Negan’s wives, kept against her will in the golden cage that is the Sanctuary. When they brought Daryl in, she can’t take to see more suffering, and she tries helping him, until she gathers enough courage to ask him to help her run away from there. 

Set in season 7, 8 and (sort of) 9. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, there’s some fluff in here sometimes too, and also language, violence, and all those twd kind of things.

Disclaimer: For me, and as much as I love the actor and I think him an interesting character, Negan is a villain, and in this story, he’s certanly the villain in Reader’s life. So if you don’t like to see portrayed Negan like that, then please don’t read instead of sending hate...

Chapter 1/24 Updated twice a week, posting Monday and Thursday

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My new long series, I hope you all will enjoy it, let me know your thoughts. Let’s get to it!

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You rushed to the infirmary, ready to do your job. Negan and his Saviors had just come back and you’d heard they were bringing someone injured, though you didn’t know if it was a Savior or someone else who they’d gone to terrorize. For whoever’s sake, you hoped it was one of Negan’s.

Rushing into the infirmary, you didn’t miss once again how inconvenient and plainly silly was to work in there and help the doctor while wearing that fancy, little black dress and high heels. You really needed to sit down and tell Negan you needed working clothes, but whenever you brought it up he drove the conversation to wherever he wanted it. As always.

You knew you should be grateful, you were the only one of Negan’s wives who had a job besides pleasing the man, but still, there was so much more you wanted to be doing, so much else…

You knew that the reason why you were allowed to work was that you were a nurse, the only one in the Sanctuary somehow, so you were beyond useful working on something else that wasn’t looking pretty and warming a bed, especially when you first arrived and they still hadn’t got a doctor.

You also knew that being a nurse was the reason why Negan had set his eyes on you in the first place, when he first came to terrorize your little community, in which you’d lived since the beginning. Negan had made an offer, the community would collect stuff for him and he’d let them keep living there peacefully, but also you needed to go to the Sanctuary and work there.

The deal was made and you moved to the Sanctuary, where they still hadn’t gotten anyone with medical training, and began working as a nurse. That was only at the beginning though. Negan had soon started to drop comments about how your people didn’t collect enough stuff, how he should do something about it…how maybe promoting you to be his wife could help the situation…and so you’d married the man, but had been allowed to also keep working.

That had been quite a while ago, and by now your little community was gone. Negan said it wasn’t him but walkers. You never knew for sure, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. Nothing forced you to be his wife and his nurse now, but you didn’t know what to do. You’d never been anything but a nurse, not even in your community, you weren’t sure you could survive out there on your own.

Besides, you knew Negan wouldn’t let you go. Maybe he wouldn’t care about losing a wife, he had several, though something told you it’d hurt his pride, but he’d never lose a nurse. You guessed you could maybe divorce the man, he always said you all were free to not be with him if you didn’t want to, but none of the wives had ever done that, and you weren’t eager to be the first and find out what Negan might do about it.

Especially not now…

You focused your mind back to the present and to the man that was being dragged into the infirmary by Dwight, who pushed him roughly onto the gurney. The man was covered in sweat, his skin pale and hot. He’d been shot on a shoulder and you could see he’d lost blood. You weren’t sure if he was conscious or not, his eyes were open but he wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t moving.

“Just make sure he doesn’t bleed out, but nothing else. He hadn’t earned it yet.” Dwight was instructing the doctor.

“We have to remove the bullet, clean the wound and make sure it doesn’t infect, suture it probably, bandage it properly, probably we should keep him here for the night, and he’s lost some blood, so…” You began to list and Dwight shook his head.

“Only thing you have to do is make sure he doesn’t die. His arm can fall off for all we care, but he has to stay alive.”

You glared at him, wondering where the man who’d been one of your first and only friends in that place had gone, because you couldn’t see it on him anymore. The doctor began working on removing the bullet from the man’s shoulder, not anesthetics or painkillers, as they seemed to want the man to suffer too.

You could see the man trying not to make a sound, seeming like his mind was far away from there, but when the doctor began removing the bullet, he couldn’t help but cry out. You hated it. It was cruel and unnecessary, but you knew you couldn’t do anything about it. Still, as you held him still, you reached out and took the man’s hand, squeezing it tightly, hoping it’d be even a tiny help.

When the doctor finished, you thought the man was unconscious, but when you went to brush his long, wild hair out of his face, wanting to see if they had hurt him anywhere, he flinched away from you.

Once the doctor assured the man wouldn’t bleed out, Dwight dragged him out of there. You followed him towards the cells at the basement, where he pushed the man into one, and you watched as he unceremoniously ripped the clothes off the man. You wished you could do something, but you didn’t know what, and you knew these were Negan’s orders, though Dwight seemed to be enjoying it.

“He’s going to die of an infection,” you said when Dwight locked the door behind him, leaving the man inside the cold darkness of the small cell.

“That’s up to him…he joins us? Then Negan will give him anything he needs. He doesn’t…” Dwight shrugged, talking loud enough for the man to hear him through the door. “Then he dies in there. Negan really wants him, though, so Daryl here only has to play his cards right.”

“Who is him? What happened?” You only knew Negan had gone to talk with a new group of people…this was his way of talking, you knew.

“Ask your husband.” Dwight began walking away.

“I can’t, he’s busy with your ex-wife.” You snapped. You knew it was cruel, but you were mad at the man. Dwight didn’t say anything, just kept walking away.

*

You’d lied to Dwight, Sherry wasn’t with Negan, and you went to tell her everything that had happened. You knew she could see how Dwight had changed too, but you also knew she still loved him. Apparently, she’d met Daryl, the prisoner, before, somehow. He’d helped her, her late sister, and Dwight, that time they tried to run away. And to repay him, Dwight had robbed him. You decided not to comment on it.

Later that day, you dared to bring up the matter to Negan as you found yourself in bed with him, asking him what had happened with that new group. He prided himself in not lying to you, though you were pretty sure he was giving you an adultered version of what had gone on. It involved murder anyway, two people of that new group had died. As Dwight had said, he wanted Daryl to work for him, and apparently, he needed to break him first or whatever.

“If you really want him then you should let the doctor tend to him,” you tried to reason. “That wound looks pretty bad. On the worst case, he dies in there of infection and the only way you have him working for you is as a walker. Best case, you have him working for you with a messed up arm…”

“Damn doll, you really trying your best on this. Gotta love that sweet heart of yours.” Negan gave you one of those smiles that made you shiver because you couldn’t depict if there was something hidden behind. “Or is it that you like them with long hair and covered in dirt now?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, sure.” You scoffed, shaking your head as you tried to look amused and not let your nerves betray you. Not because you were interested in the prisoner like that, but because if Negan might just suspect it, you didn’t think things would go well for you. He was possessive of the things he owned, whether he cared for them or not. “Just concerned about someone’s health. I’m a nurse, you know?”

“Alright then, sweetheart, you win. The doc can check that shoulder that has you so worried tomorrow. Anything for my girl, you know I can’t deny you anything, you’ve become the spoilest wife.” He smiled like that again and you forced yourself to smile back and stop the shiver that ran through you as he pulled you closer to him.

*

You wondered if maybe Negan had been lying, but the next day he walked you into the infirmary where you found Daryl sat down on the gurney, the doctor tending to his shoulder, Dwight next to him.

“See, this is what you could have if you join us,” Diwght was saying to Daryl, and you rolled your eyes when you saw he was wearing the winged vest he’d stripped off the other man. “Negan treats his workers right.”

“I do.” Negan grinned, dangerous gaze fixing on Daryl, who was silent and looking at the ground. “Although you have to thank my sweet wife for this, I wanted to wait for a few days until we treat you with this. But she has a gentle heart, you see.” Negan wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you tried not to squirm, it always made you uncomfortable when he claimed you as his wife in front of others. Which he did as much as he could.

Daryl’s head was still hanging low but you thought you noticed his gaze shifting up briefly to you, but then he was looking at the ground again.

“So what is going to be, Daryl…Daryl, it sounds right, doesn’t darling?” Negan smiled at you and you just nodded. “You joining us?” Daryl was still silent and looking down, and Negan let out a sigh. “Alright then. Dwight, drag him back to his hole.” His arm was still around you and he walked you to the door. “Sorry, sweetcheeks, you tried.”

*

You didn’t see Daryl again for two days. You knew Dwight still kept him in that cell, fed dog food if he was fed anything, having a song playing again and again so he couldn’t rest…it wasn’t the first man Negan kept prisoner, but he was trying his hardest with this one.

You couldn’t believe you were part of this. You shouldn’t have said yes to Negan when he asked you to be his nurse, you should have died with your people, but you were trying to protect them.  But they had been gone for months now and yet you still were there…you were scared Negan would kill you if you tried to leave, and you might be a coward, but you never dared to try, especially not after what happened to Sherry and Dwight.

You were walking back to the wives’ rooms after doing some routine check ups to some of the workers, when you saw Daryl being dragged by a couple of Saviors, led by Dwight. He seemed unconscious and like he had taken a hell of a beating.

“What the hell happened?!” You rushed to them, but you stopped before you could get too close and check on Daryl, the way in which one of the Saviors looked at you making you take a couple of steps back.

You knew they wouldn’t hurt one of Negan’s wives, especially not you now, they’d be punished, but still…Some Saviors, not many, were there because they didn’t know what else to do,  but others looked scary and dangerous, and seemed to truly enjoy their job. That was one of them. You looked as they dragged Daryl back to his cell, feeling like an useless coward.

You waited until you thought none would be around and then you made your way to Daryl’s cell, finding Dwight not far from there, keeping his eye on it.

“Tell me what happened,” you demanded.

“He tried to escape, he was caught.”

“Tried to escape? You can’t even close a cell properly now?” You spat.

“We left it open on purpose, Negan’s idea, see what he would do, teach him a lesson if he tried to escape.”

“Did any of you really think he wouldn’t try to escape?!” You scoffed, you couldn’t believe it. “Do you see what you’re doing to him here?!”

“Why do you yell at me, it was your husband’s idea, go yell at him, come on.” Dwight raised his eyebrows at you, he knew you wouldn’t and you knew it too. “Pretty sure Negan knew Daryl’d try to escape and was hoping for it.” You felt sick to your stomach but decided not to say anything else about it.

“Let me check him, I’ll grab a first aid kit from the infirmary.”

“No.”

“Yes. He looked half dead.”

“He’ll survive. Negan wants him like that. And I’m close to breaking him.”

“When did you become a monster too?” You glared at Dwight, feeling a lump in your throat at all that cruelty. You knew Saviors were bad, even though you had been pretty sheltered from it all, but still, you couldn’t believe they’d treat a person like that. “You’re going to let me check on him or I’ll tell Negan about those meetings with Sherry on the corridor.”

They did nothing but talk and smoke, but still, you knew how Negan would react. You’d began covering for Sherry since she became a wife when she wanted to talk to Dwight, and eventually you’d ended up doing it for other wives who had a boyfriend or a husband outside too. You liked to help, but it was stressful. You’d never thought you’d hold it against any of the other women, use it against them, and there you were…you felt awful, but you didn’t know what else to do.

“You wouldn’t do that to Sherry.” Dwight shrugged as if he didn’t care, but you could notice him getting nervous.

“I’ll say it’s you who won’t stop coming and wouldn’t let Sherry alone until she talks to you…” You bluffed.

“Negan won’t believe you.”

“Okay, let’s find out.” You turned to walk away and Dwight grabbed your arm.

“You think you’re on a high horse but you’re as bad as him,” he spat and you tried not to show how that hurt. “You get in there, Daryl’ll kill you, and then Negan kills me.”

“I won’t let him hurt me, if he tries something I call for you.” You hadn’t thought about that, it was a good point, but still, you couldn’t just leave the man like that. “Let me in. Or I tell Negan.”

Dwight glared at you but finally he nodded. “Five minutes.”

“Ten.” You slipped off your heels and ran to the infirmary, bringing a first aid kit and a lantern. Dwight opened his mouth as if he were going to try and say something to change your mind, but then he just shook his head and opened the door of the cell, closing it behind you when you walked in.

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And this was the first chapter! I’m sorry if they are short, I’m going to kept them short for a little while, and then they’ll become longer, promised! And yeah, Daryl and the redader didn’t get to speak, I’ll make you wait a couple of days for that, I hope I left you hanging! I kind of wanted to introduce her and the story, see what you think, so if you could let me know your thoughts, it would be lovely.

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[the-walking-daryl]

The Walking Winchester Chapter 10

Summary: What Y/N and Darly find in the clearing is not what they expected.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader 

Warnings: angst, asshole Negan, swearing

The sight you seen when you entered the clearing made you stomach turn, Rick and a bunch of others that you had grown close to on were on their. You tried to stop as soon as you seen them in hopes of going unseen by the huge group of people who were surrounding your friends, but the thought was wiped from your mind the moment a pair of hands grabbed you from behind and the voice of the man you hurt earlier spoke up, “you ain’t going anywhere now you little bitch.”

Glancing to your right you see that they have Daryl and are already dragging him towards the rest. The man holding you follows closely behind the two that are dragging Daryl until they reach your line of friends dropping you both to your knees at the end. As soon as your knees touch the ground you spin around in attempts to attack the man behind you only to be met with a backhand. This enrages Daryl and he goes to make an attempt of his own until the door to the R.V. swings open to reveal a tall man holding a baseball bat. 

As he approaches the group you take him in fully starting with the bat, from a distance it appears to be a normal bat but really it is wrapped in barbed wire. The hand holding the bat is wrapped in a single leather glove that matches his jacket. Before you get the chance to inspect the rest of his appearance he speaks causing your whole body to go rigid. 

“Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close,” you hear a voice all too familiar say causing your head to instantly snap up so that you are looking at their face.

“Dad?” you force out interrupting the speech that you could tell he was preparing to make. 

He stops the moment the word leaves your mouth and spins around to face you, “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing. Last time I saw you was when the hellhounds were dragging you away.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth he is picking you up by your forearm and dragging you into the R.V. 

“I’m serious Y/N what the fuck are you doing here?” he all but growls at you as soon as the door closes “Hunting thing, saving people, ya’ know the family business,” you reply sarcastically causing him to give you the same look he’d give you while hunting, “fine, I came here with Sam and Dean to help people. We’ve done it before and saved a lot of lives so we figured why not do it again, but I got separated from them.”

“So the note, it was you,” he mumbles so quiet that you barely catch it. 

“You found the note?” you ask in confusion, “I left that for Sam and Dean so that they could find me. Now I have all those people relying on me and no way to know for sure that they are going to get out of here.” 

“Even if you found your brothers that doesn’t mean that they are gonna help you sweetheart. The issue you and that little group outside is worried about has nothing to do with monsters.”

“I know Sam and Dean, these people are just as bad as monsters and both of them would agree with me,” you state confidently.

“You brothers have been with me for about a week so that shows how much you truly know darling.”

“No, that’s not true. If they were truly here they would have come looking for me by now,” you scoff.

“They were looking for you, but they found me instead and were just too happy to see dear ole’ dad,” your father retorts with a smug smirk, “I’ll even prove it to you.”

Picking up the walkie talkie that is attached to his waist he pushes down the button to speak, “how are things going over there boy?”

There is nothing but static for a minute before you hear Dean’s voice come through, “Everything is running just as you would expect.” 

The color drains from your face and your stomach begins to turn at the sight of the cocky smirk your father is wearing, “okay so if they are here you must know about our plan.” 

“Oh indeed I do darling.”

“Then why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice shaking out of nerves.

“They killed a whole outpost of our men, do you expect me to just let that go?” 

“Your men were taking all of Hilltop’s supplies, making them do all the dirty work while your so called ‘saviors’ reap the rewards.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what my men were doing. I’m the one who gave ‘em the orders for christ’s sake!” he shouts angrily causing you to flinch. Seeing you shrink back your father sighs before speaking again, “you should know that actions have consequences.”

“Can’t you just make an exception for me? I care about these people, they are like family to me.”

“I don’t make exceptions darling, what type of a leader would I be if I did that?” 

Hearing that he won’t spare any of the people you have grown to care about you begin to sob causing him to grab you by your upper arm dragging you out of the RV. Part of you expected him to shove you back into the line up but he simply forced you to your knees beside him before he began talking.

“Pay attention,” he demands walking in back and forth in front of everyone, “Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today we invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. If you have shit, you give it to me, that's your job,” he states as if it is something that should be obvious.

“Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You built something, you thought you were safe, I get it. But the word is out now and you are not safe anymore. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want, and what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door you let us in,” he says before pausing to chuckle. “We own that door so if you try to stop us and we will knock it down. Do you understand?”

When no one replies he looks around the group and speaks again, “What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill any of you, I just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me and you can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay,” taking a deep breath he adjusts his jacket becoming more serious than before, “So, now I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”

Raising the barbed wire bat he has been carrying since you first seen him he speaks proudly, “This-- this is Lucille, and she is awesome, he proclaims before looking at the group again, “All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor.”

After a minute of silence your father breaks the tension with a sharp inhale, “Huh, you got one of our guns, no, whoa,” he says, pausing to think for another minute, “Yeah, actually you got a lot of our guns.”

As he is talking he begins walking in front of everyone once again only to stop in front of Carl, “Shit, kid, lighten up, or at least cry a little, he says with a laugh before continuing his walk.

He didn’t stop again until he heard Maggie sniffle, looking down at her disgust and sympathy covered his face momentarily, “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.”

“No! No!” Glenn shouts lunging at your father and beginning to attack him. 

“Stop it! God--!” he shouts grunting from the still coming attack, “Nope, nope, get him back in line.”

“No,” Glenn grunts his objection as two of your father’s men begin dragging him back to his spot, “No, no.”

At this point you can’t keep quiet any longer so you rise from your spot and look directly at your father, “I don’t know what you’ve been through since we last saw you dad but this is not the way. Let everyone go and we can all go home and figure it out together. You, Sam, Dean, and me. This isn’t you, we don’t kill people we save them. You raised me to believe that was my life motto and now you’re running around to be some big bully named Negan? Dad your name isn’t Negan it’s John fucking Winchester and the John Winchester I know wouldn’t be doing this.” 

With a laugh your father turns to you and has two of his bigger men hold you in place before turning to the group, “All right, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free since it's an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks, doesn't it? The moment you realize you don't know shit.

At the end of his rant he stops right in front of Carl, “this is your kid, right?” he asks Rick before laughing at the expressionless face the boy is holding, “This is definitely your kid.”

“Just stop this!” you shout before Rick has the chance to say anything, you had grown to care for Carl and refused to let anyone hurt him, even if that person is your father.

“Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer, don't make it easy on me,” your father retorts, “I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order, but I simply cannot decide.” 

“I got an idea,” he says with a laugh a few seconds later.

“Eenie meenie miney mo catch a tiger by his toe,” he calls out walking along the line, “If he hollers let him go,” He says before pausing and pointing the bat at yet another person, My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.”

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything,” he calls once he has made his final decision, “and I’ll cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father before we start.”

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry,” he says nonchalantly before releasing a breathe, “Hell, you're all gonna be doing that by the time I’m done.” 

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Warning: language, angst,

Summary: Daryl Dixon x (daughter) reader. Daryl and the group are at the mercy of Negan and the saviors and meet someone they thought would never see again. (Y/n was left alone at Hershals farm while her father took carol) ( y/n hates Daryl, Carol, Beth, and Judith) ( y/n followed her father for years and when she finally caught up to him he was mourning Beth’s death and was filled with rage) ( y/n and Negan have a father-daughter relationship) ( y/n has a pet crow named Sebastian that kept her alive) 

Note: This is not a series and never will be

She had been following them for years after Hershel's farm desperate to get back to her family. She had gone through a lot of stuff met and ran into a lot of dangerous people and situations. She had been through a lot too much. At one point, she had given up and that’s when the Governor stepped in and took her she was with them for a few months not realizing that her family was literally right around the corner. When she did figure it out it was too late again. The Governor had sent her away for medicine when she came back everything was in ruins and everyone was gone or dead. She cried her eyes out when she found Hershel.

But it was also the push she needed to find her family again so she started looking again but it always seemed like she was always a step behind them every time she thought she had found or reached them she found a place in ruins or empty of all things. For years she chased them but she never caught them until she did.

(Y/n) had water but she didn’t have food and it was starting to affect her it had been a week since her last real meal. But Sebastian was doing fine eating the carcass of animals he could find. Lucky bastard bird. She made been moving none stop for the last couple of days and she was getting closer she could feel it.

Then she found him he was leaning up against a tree smoking and burning himself with the cigarette.

“Dad?”

He looked up as she called for him. The big grin that painted her face became smaller as she saw his face. He was crying he never cried and he never allowed her to cry either.  He looked shocked to see her at first then he was sad and angry.

“...Dad?”

“no...no”

“... it’s me. (Y/n) I’m alive and I’ve been looking for you for so long. Where are the others? I can’t wait to see them. I’ve missed -”

“Go away”

“what... but-”

“Go away I don’t want you, I don’t need you, You’re gone. And you’ve been gone for a very long time. There is no point in you being here anymore... Go away.

“But dad-” Suddenly Darly picks up a handful of dirt and throws it her way it hits her shirt. “ I... Okay”

She continued following them for a couple of days after that but she eventually just gave up on them altogether, as they had done so on her a long time ago, she just couldn’t watch it anymore.

Not too long after that, a man named Negan took her in. 

Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back but she could still feel Carl’s glare on her. It was strange they were best friends at the farm and at Atlanta now they weren’t. Times have changed. 

“ I’m not waiting for your father anymore. I don’t know where the hell he is but I’m is my princess. Ain’t that right Sweetheart” Negan smiles at her she just scratches her head awkwardly. “ Carl pass the rolls...please”

Carl doesn’t listen instead continues to glare (Y/n). She sighed and pasted the rolls for him all while making eye contact with Carl. Negan filled everyone’s plates as the two teens glared at each other.

“You two seem to really like each other” he teased but became serious “ Bunny?”

“Remember that group that I told you about. The first one the one that left me behind when I was 11. This his Carl Grimes he was part of that group his father was the leader of that group.”

“Oh shit”

“We thought you were dead”

“I’m obviously not”

“The farm was overrun. Everyone ran away.”

“But you all managed to find each other.”

“Listen-” (Y/n) slammed her hand on the table startling Carl everyone but Negan and causing Judith to cry.

“Everyone spent two months looking for Sofia but you couldn’t spare a day or even an hour for me. Do you know all the shit I went through chasing after you fucks.” 

“Language young lady” Negan scolds her sternly but she ignores him.

she sighed and chuckled a bit she picked up a roll and began to dig in “ It doesn’t matter anymore. I am where I am and I’m happy.”

“Don’t you want to know what happened to the others. ” Carl gave Negan a side glance and he returned a menacing glare. As if saying keep your mouth shut.

“Honestly no. Why care for people who didn’t care for me. Thank for the lemonade Ms. Oliva”

That wasn’t true (y/n) still cared for people in that group and she honestly missed Carl and Glenn and T- Dog they were her favorite people but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. She just didn’t want to hear what happen to them she didn’t know if they were dead or alive and she preferred it that way less disappointment less heartbreak. She didn’t need to or want to know the details of anything.

 She wanted to stay in blissful ignorance. She wanted to pretend to be innocent she wanted to be just like the little toddler bouncing on Oliva’s lap next to her but she knew she couldn’t not anymore... All her innocence was long gone taken and she’d never get it back. Ever.

-

(Y/n) was inside washing the dishes. The others tried to do them but she insisted she does them by herself. To tell the truth she just wanted to play in the water and make bubbles like a child again. That’s probably why it took longer than it should have to do the dishes actually.

“You still have that thing” (y/n) looked up to see Carl in the kitchen he was looking at the counter where Sebastian was peaking at a roll.

“Of course”  she smiled flicking water at the bird who snapped at her “if it wasn’t for Sebastian I wouldn’t be here right now. This rat with wings saved my life on several occasions”

“mom hated it”

“Everyone hated Sebastion expect You, Sofia, T-dog, Glenn, and Dale. Everyone else thought he would make good food. What they didn’t realize was he was good at finding food” She picked up his roll and tossed it out the window getting him out the house.

“You know we actually waited for you. A day” Carl said “ I marked places with different initials from the group every time we stopped. I wanted you to find us but no one really wanted to stop and look. That big of a herd they thought you were dead. But I knew better.”

“Thank you for believing in me, I guess” She smiled she could never stay mad at Carl that were best friends practically sibling when they were together.

“ I met him before the Saviors were well the Saviors. These group of guys found me and they took me and they hurt me they..shit- I mean stuff- Stuff happened...Negan came and killed them and saved me. I stayed with him for a few months he offered me a place with his group I didn't take it because I was so busy looking for you guys. He gave me food, water, and a walkie talkie to stay in touch. I walked out of range then it died on me. A couple of years later I gave up and I found him again and we started back actually where we left off like I had never left.” She smiled sadly as she looked at carl he made a painful expression on his face.

“Negan took care of me when I had no one else. He has loved me and looked after me.”

“Are you two?” Carl began to make strange hand gestures but (y/n) picked up what he was trying to say.

“Oh god no. He’s more of a father figure to me. All the saviors call me daddy’s little girl to tease but... I actually like it.”

“What about Daryl ?”

“He never wanted me I was a mistake from a one night stand. The only reason he took me was so he wouldn’t have to pay for child support. Merel took better care of me than he did and that’s saying something”

“Does Negan know Daryl’s your dad? Do you know what happened to-“

“No, no. I don’t want to know what happened to Daryl. And he has never asked about my parents since I came back and I never told him my last name so I guess not. I’m done with Daryl.” 

The two of them fell into a tense silence. Carl had something to say but he didn’t want to say it and (y/n) was praying that Carl wouldn’t say it. Because as for how she felt she had left that life behind and wanted nothing to do with it she was not part of it.

Suddenly Oliva came down passing them and going to the front porch they followed.. Negan was in the middle of the street playing pool with some guy named Spencer.

“I could never do this with Rick. He would just be standing there, scowling, giving me that annoying side-eye he gives me.”

“That’s actually what I came to see you about. I want to talk to you about Rick.”

“Hey Princess, you want to play” Negan called out to (y/n) but she shook her head and declined instead choosing to sit and watch on the rail. He eyed her for a moment making sure she was okay but accepted her decline “Alright, Talk to me, Spencer. Talk to me about Rick.”

“I get what you’re trying to do here, what you’re trying to build. I’m not saying I agree with your methods, but I get it. You’re building a network making people contribute for the greater good. It makes sense.” This was a very interesting conversation and it seems like (y/n) wasn’t the only one who thought so as other people started to file out of their homes to listen in and watch the men play pool but or so listen in But you should know that “Rick Grimes has a history of not working well with others.” 

“mm. Is that so?” Negan passes a glance at (Y/n) as if asking her the question. From the little dinner conversation earlier he realized she knew a few people in the group. She shook her hand in a motion saying ‘eh’ maybe so maybe not.

”Rick wasn’t the original leader here my mom was. She was doing a really good job of it. Then she died, not long after Rick showed up the same with my brother, same with my dad.” She didn’t like where their conversation was heading and she knew Negan didn’t either but he was entertaining him giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“So everything is peachy here for what years? And then Rick shows up and suddenly you’re an orphan? That is the saddest story I’ve ever heard. Good thing for you he’s not in charge anymore.” He was giving this guy a chance to back up and save himself but he wasn’t taking it.

“Doesn’t matter. His ego is out of control. He’ll find a way to screw things up, to try and do things his way, to take over. That’s what he did with my mom. That’s what he'll do again.” (Y/n) pinched her nose. Spencer Monroe as dug his grave

“What exactly are you prosing be done about that?”

“ I am my mother’s son. I can be the leader she was. That’s what this place needs. That’s what you need.” and there he goes falling in it.

“So I should put you in charge. That’s what you’re saying”

“we’d be much better off” (y/n)curses softly Carl and Oliva look at her strange but she doesn’t say anything.

“You know, I’m thinking Spencer. I’m thinking how rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts. But he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts. “ he plays a hole then sends a wink at (y/n) she rolls her eyes “And then there’s you... the guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask. If you want to take over why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” And Now Spencer realizes that someone is throwing dirt on his face trying to bury him alive. The asshole should have just minded his own business and lived.

“What? no, no. I didn’t- I don’t-”

“Oh god” (y/n) whispers to herself as she turns her back from the scene that she knows is about to play out. She doesn’t want to see this. She doesn’t like seeing him like this.

“You know what I’m thinking cause I have a guess. It’s because you got no guts.” (Y/n) hears the unsheathing of his knife and Oliva’s gasping. She doesn't need to see or hear to know what happened so she covers her ears and clothes her eyes... She can still hear him talking though.

“Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you the whole time. You did have guts. I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life.” She opens her eyes a bit to see Carl and Oliva shocked at whatever they see in front of them but she is not tempted to turn around.

“Someone ought to get out there and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to finish the game? C’mon. Anybody? Anybody? C’mon. I was winning.”

Then a gunshot.

“SHIT!”

Suddenly (Y/n) is jumping off the porch and racing to Negan “ DADDY”

”what the shit?! shit! you just- you tried to kill me?! In front of my LITTLE GIRL. YOU SHOT LUCILLE.” Negan waved his bat as he pulled a shaking (y/n) into his chest

“she got in the way.”

Taking a few deep breaths Negan kisses (y/n) forehead and pushes her towards the house. Carl pulls her back up on to the porch he gives the boy an appreciative nod. He picks up the bullet shell.

“What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin’,  but you showed some real ingenuity here. Arat, move that knife up out on that girl’s face. Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours? Unless you tell me who made this”

It was me I made it”

“ You see, I just think you’re lying. And you lying to me now?! such a shame. Arat’s gonna have to cut up that pretty face... One more try”

“It was me”

‘Oh, you are such a badass! Fine. Carl, take her into the house. Arat... kill somebody”

Suddenly there is a one-shot and a body fall on the porch. (Y/n) and Carl turns around to see Oliva dead on the floor she gasps. Carl pushes her in the house and rushes to Oliva’s side but she is already dead. 

Inside the house (Y/n) slides down against the wall next to the front door and covers her ears burying her head between her legs. She takes a few deep breathes trying to calm the panic that seems to be crawling up her throat. (Y/n) jumps as the door swings open she relaxes when she realizes it’s Negan. He throws a hand over her shoulder as he walks her outside.

“Rick, you should thank this little one right here. Your kitchen was a god damn mess and I was going to leave it like that but she cleaned it up. My little angel sure did.”

“(Y/n)?!” Rick looks completely shocked and horrified as he sees her. The little girl who used to beg for his hat and badge.

“ You two know each other don’t ya. well, I’m sorry to cut this reunion short but we got to go. I’ll see you next time”

Negan walks away with an arm over (y/n)’s shoulder and Lucille on his other and Sebastian on the tip of Lucille. As he looks back at Rick he kisses her forehead.

“This was a very interesting day, wasn’t Bunny honey”

“yes”.

-

Rick hugs Daryl as they make their way into Hilltop. But as he hugs him he whispers something into his ear “ (Y/n)’s alive” he pulls away “ Negan. She’s with Negan”. Daryl doesn’t know what to say or do his heart pains at the thought of his daughter”

“Don’t worry we’ll get her back”

“If she wants to come back,” Carl says but no one hears him.

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