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Dr. Dixon | Chapter 1

Summary: You just moved to a new city, with a job in Alexandria Hospital on the Pediatric team. You were happy and anxious to work with friends and finally meet your mentor’s former pupil who he talked fondly about. You just didn’t expect he was going to be your last night’s one nightstand and that he was nothing like your mentor had described.

Pairing: Doctor! Daryl Dixon x Doctor! Reader

Warnings: smut, sex, casual sex, protected sex, p-in-v, bathroom sex, alcoholic beverages, Daryl. 18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Not really sure if it all went the way I wanted, but I quite proud of this first chapter. I hope you enjoy it. 🩷 Not proof read.

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You entered the bar not really knowing what you were looking there. Maybe an escape, a way to not be so anxious about the upcoming day or maybe you just wanted to feel less bad for being at your friends’ house till you find a place for yourself. You hated disturbing people, even if they said you weren’t.

Going out alone wasn’t really your thing, but from time to time it was a good thing to do. The bar wasn’t exactly full, but it wasn’t empty either. You went for a stool near to the counter, where it seemed to have less strange people.

“A piña colada, please.” You asked the bartender.

“Yer not expecting to get boozed by this, are ya?” A stranger sitting by your side said.

You looked at him and couldn’t feel annoyed or anything, you also felt his comment wasn’t mean at any rate. He was a handsome especimen, shoulder length brown wavy hair, bright blue eyes, a smirk on his lips and his tall and well buit frame made an impression.

“I don’t need a booze, I just want a drink.” You said while analyzing him, at his hand he had a glass of what you presumed was Whysky. “Can’t say the same about you, apparently you go for the strong things.”

“Hmm…” he hummed, didn’t say anything.

“Not my business, but Did you have a rough day?” The bartender brought your drink and you started sipping from it.

“Kinda.” He clearly didn’t want to talk about it , but you didn’t want to listen too. It was just something that made you want to talk to him.

“Hmm” This time you were the one that hummed.

“Ya ain’t from here, are ya?” He asked, nit that the city was small, it was a big city. Impossible to know everyone. But just by looking at you, he knew you were new.

“No, but you aren’t from here too.” You could see it all over him, his body language, his accent and the way he spoke.

“Nah, but I’ve probably been here longer than ya.” He answered.

“Indeed.” You said and went back to your drink.

By some strange reason that you couldn’t pin point why, you felt like you needed to continue talking to him. Not just because he was attractive, but mainly because he was having a simple, casual conversation with you without being a jerk or trying to hit on you. And because of all this a sentence that you never expected coming out of your mouth was released before you could even stop your thoughts. “Wanna release the stress?”

His eyes that were studying his glass so attentively went back to your figure and he tried to read in you if you were implying what he thought you were implying. You looked back at him and tried to not avert your eyes from his, the words had already left your mouth. Now you needed to be bold.

“I’m giving you 2 minutes, if you don’t come I’ll leave, pretend this never happened and never come back to this bar.” You took a last portion of your drink and left the stool going in the bathrooms direction.

Once inside the bathroom you leaned against the cold wall right beside the entrance door while reality hit you of what you had just done. Did you really make that offer to a complete stranger that you didn’t even knew the name? Yes, you did and despite feeling this was a little bit crazy, you couldn’t feel anything else besides of the adreline, of your moment of boldness, running through your vains.

For a moment Daryl thought that should be a joke, he meant… you were beautiful, cute and probably younger than him. You looked as if you were on your 30s, maybe even on your later 20s. He couldn’t know for sure. You were so direct and casual about it, also he felt comfortable throughout all of your little chit chat. He decided he would go after you, he would accept your proposal. What could possibly go wrong? He’d never see you again.

Had 2 minutea already passed? You thought so. You didn’t had a Watch and you weren’t really looking at your phone for the ours. It was time to live, you thought. You turnes around to live and was face to face with the man, or better face to chest since you look up if you wanted to see his face.

“Thought… you weren’t coming.” You said, your cheeks ligerally blushed at being caught about to leave.

“I thought I wasn’t coming…” he honestly answered. “D’ya really want this?”

“Yea.” That was the only word that left your mouth before you pressed your chest against his and crashed your lips.

He tasted o whisky, peppermint and tobacco, and strangely you liked it. You yanked him by his shirt and without breaking the heated kiss your feet guided you to the farthest toilet inside the bathroom and he charged himself with the duty of closing the door to give both of you as much privacy as you could get.

You were so sweet and smelled so well that he was sure he had never had someone like you before. He held your left thigh and brought it up his was waist pressing his crotch against yours. You broke the kiss seeking for air and he took the opportunity to descend his mouth from your jaw to your neckbone. Eliciting little sighs and moans from you. Was he really having something like you?

Your hand grasped his hair pressing his face more against you, while your hips rubbed against his. His hand came to the cleavage of your dress and pulled it down exposing your breast, you gasped surprised with the sudden act. He brought your other leg up, making your legs embrace his waist.

You went for his mouth again, your bodies impossibly pressed against each other and the wall. His hand now hovered your clothed pussy and she pulsed for him, he pressed his hand against you exercing some presure where you needed. Your hands descended to his pants undoing his belt and opening it to touch him.

His mouth softly but also harshly mouthed your breasts each at a time giving the attention that such beautiful pieces like yours deserved. You took his cock out of his boxers pumping it, caressing it… in your mind you thouched him frantically, despaired and firmly. On his skin he felt it, oh, so tender and delicately like nobody had ever touched him and at the same time it felt like you were sending him to heaven.

One of your hands started going up from his groin to his stomach and that was when his hand held yours before you could go any further and touch what you weren’t supposed to, see what you shouldn’t. Before you could notice anything he took both your hands up your head and held them against the wall using only one of his hands and suffering with the loss of contact from your hand on his length.

He reached his backpocket for a condom while you aimlessly trusted your hips against him. He teared the package with his teeth before putting the protection. You could have complained about him restraining your hands from touch him, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like the way he was being imposing at the moment.

He put your panties aside and rubbed the tip of his cock on your heat and that was enough to make your eyes roll and a moan scape your lips. You trusted your hips against him in hopes of sinking down on his cock and he understood the message, too damn well. Going deep inside of you in one swift movement. He groaned and you gasped, you had never felt so full like this. What was this man!? He gave you some seconds before he started to move, trusting steady and hard in you. Each trust a groan and moan escaping both of your lips, the possibility of other people entering the bathroom long gone from your worries. There was only pleasure and the chasing for the bliss that would fog your minds for the rest of the night or at least you hoped for it.

Your lips battling each other while you vigorously bucked your hips against one another, that so familiar and delicious turmoil building at your lower stomach. Your walls contracting around him threatening to send him to the edge. But he couldn’t let it go without you, no not you that offered this moment to him. You deserved it, you owned it, he refused to let the beautiful stranger he met on the bar down. His free hand went down encountering your clit and stimulating, caressing and working it while he trusted inside of you right at that spot making you see stars when you convulsed in pleasure against and around him. His own pleasure coming afterwards. Your moans, whimpers and groans muffled by your attached lips.

The other day you woke up early, you had to show up at the Hospital at 8am. You got yourself ready and went downstairs for breakfast. You were staying at your friends’ house while you looked for a nice place to rent. Michonne and Rick Grimes were being too gentle to you and you didn’t want to take too much advantage from their hospitality. You started preparing breakfast when Mich came to the kitchen.

“Good morning! What time did you get home yesterday? I didn’t hear you arriving.” She asked opening the fridge to take more ingredients to prepare the food the children liked.

“Good, that was the intention, arrive and don’t disturb anyone.” You answered while you added some salt to the scrambled eggs you were preparing. “It was around 2.”

“Two???” Michonne inquired and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “What were you doing missy?”

“I met a guy.” You answered. Simply.

“So you did get laid!” She teased you. It wasn’t that you didn’t get laid often… well you didn’t, but that was your kore reserved nature.

“Who got laid?” Rick asked entering the kitchen and Michonne said your name.

“Thank you Mich, now I’m really embarrassed. That’s the price for the rent in this house?” Your cheeks were red. One thing was talking about sex with you bestie from university, the other was involving her husband in the talk.

“I’m taking as it was good, since you arrived that late.” She ignored you.

“Aren’t you afraid the children will listen?” You questioned.

“Jude and RJ are knocked out at this time, they’ll only wake up with their babysitter.” Rick said casually, the couple had 3 children, Judith and RJ the youngest ones, and Carl, the oldest, that was at college. “So I guess we can tease you the whole breakfast.”

“I hate you. Both of you.” You told them.

“Nah, you don’t.” Michonne told you and nudged you with the side of her hips.

You felt like a kid going to a new school at the first time, and Rick and Michonne were your parents. You arrived all together at the Hospital and they took you to Hershel Greene’s office, the Medical Chief of the Hospital. You had already talked before, for the interview, it was online and you had to use an app for that.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person Dr. Greene.” You shook his hand.

“The pleasure is mine! Dr. Dixon is coming in a bit, I already beeped him. I believe you already know him, his mentor in specialization was the same as yours.” He said. Oh, Daryl Dixon… your mentor had talked so much and fondly about him that sometimes you were even jealous. “He’s the Chief of the Pediatric Department.”

“Oh, I heard about him. Dr. Foster talked a lot about him, but unfortunately we didn’t have the chance to meet each other.” You replied.

“Well, I see that you are already good friends with Dr. Greene, so I’m going to let you in his hands. I have to see a patient before a surgery.” Michonne said before turning to leave the office and encounter with no other person than Dr. Dixon himself. “Look, here he is!”

You turned yourself to greet and introduce yourself to your new boss and was shocked to say the least, you almost choked on your spit. Dr. Dixon gave a small jump with the sight of you, which could go unnoticed for anyone, but it wasn’t for Michonne. Also, she saw how your eyes popped when you saw him. The man from the bar. The kind stranger that fucked you so good against a wall that you thought no one else would do it so good like him.

You breathed deeply before speaking. You said your name and last name and hold your hand to him. “It’s pleasure to meet you, Dr. Foster talked a lot about you.” You offered a shy small smile to the very serious man.

He looked at your hand and completely ignored it, then he looked at your eyes and it seemed as his blue orbs would make a hole on your soul. “Didn’t know now he was taking mediocre people as his apprentices. Maybe, ‘cause you were there to entertain him instead of learning.”

That was painful, it stabbed like a knife. You didn’t know why he was being like this. Before you could say anything, Hershel intervened. He knew how Daryl could be, but he was just being too much. “That’s not how you welcome a new co-worker, Dr. Dixon.” And then the old man turned to you. “Don’t care too much about it, he’s just in a bad mood today.”

He shouldn’t. He had no reason to be on a bad mood. You mean, you woke up as if the world was light, sweet and sunny. The only reason for him to be acting like this is that he was probably afraid of you telling every. Which you wouldn’t.

“Dr. Dixon, you’re responsible for our new doctor today. Show her around the hospital, the offices of the clinic and of course the room of the team where you’re working together.” Hershel commanded the younger man. “Please, try to behave.”

Daryl grunted and left the room, you took a quick look at the others and noticed Hershel wanted you to follow the other Doctor and Michonne had that look of “we’ll talk later about this.”.

You walked behind him trying to accompany his fast and long steps. You passed in front of places and he just shouted the names of it, without looking at you or explaining things correctly.

“Can you stop?!” You fastened your pace and stopped in front of him.

“Nah, I can’t. Now, move!” He tried putting you aside but you planted your feet strongly on the ground.

“Why are you acting like this? Are you afraid I’m telling someone? I won’t, ok?” You tried to mend things with him. “Now can you stop being an asshole?”

“Can ya stop trying to get yerself fired?” He threw it back at you, not that he really had the power to get you fired. Maybe just from his department.

“I’m not going to jump on your dick.” You said it low enough for only the two of you to hear. “Can you just be professional like any other normal human being?”

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LAZY SUNDAY REVIEW: DOCTOR DETROIT (1983)

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In this comedy, Clifford Skridlow (Dan Aykroyd) is a Comparative Literature Professor and Medieval Literature Scholar who, during a morning making jogging, passes by the limo of the rich pimp Smooth Walker (Howard Hesseman), who is acompanied by the prostitutes who work for him, Karen Blittstein (Fran Drescher), Monica McNeil (Donna Dixon), Jasmine Wu (Lydia Lei) and Thelma Cleland (Lynn Whitfield).

Smooth Walker has a huge financial debt to Mom (Kate Murtagh), the crime boss of Chicago. Not intending to pay it, he invents the story that he got a new partner known as “Doctor Detroit”, and after coincidentally finding the meek scholar again in an indian restaurant, he tricks Clifford Skridlow into enjoy an agitated night with drinking and drugs, and manipulates him to enter his business, without really explaining what it really is.

The next day, Smooth Walker takes a plane and runs away to Samoa with his money, leaving the four woman who worked for him on their own. The ladies make contact with Clifford to help them not be taken by Mom.

After finally learning that the ladies are sex workers and that the business Smooth Walker left for him meant exploiting prostitution, Clifford, wanting to emulate the heroic knights that he reads about in Medieval Literature, decides to take the guise of Doctor Detroit as a way to protect the four ladies, with the help of Diavolo (T.K. Carter), the former driver of Smooth Walker who is aspiring to become a rich and famous actor.

You may be asking how did I heard of this movie and got curious to check it out?

Well, I was watching an episode of the talk show hosted by Fran Drescher on Youtube, where she interviewed both Dan Aykroyd and his wife Donna Dixon, who are both her professional colleagues and personal friends. During the interview, she told about working with them in the movie and how it was during filming that he introduced Dan and Donna, helping their romance to start.

Intrigued by this story of matchmaking in the backstages, and by the title of the movie, I decided to check out the plot summary on TV Tropes. When I learned of this mix of eighties sex comedy, action and chivalric romance, I tought “This is such a weird mix, I have to check this out to see if its real”.

It is, and I never had so much fun watching a silly movie as I had watching this. There are some elements that are dated (like when Smooth Walker offers to pay dinner for Clifford, the main character starts asking almost in panic if he is gay and trying to seduce him), but overall, I went expecting absurd and over the top scenarios, and I was not disapointed.

The colorfull costumes are a marvel to look at, the soundtrack, with songs by big names like DEVO and James Brown, makes you want to party, Dan Aykroyd gives a great performance as the nerd who wants to be a noble knight in cynical modern times, T K Carter is very charismatic as the street smart Diavolo, Fran Drescher, Donna Dixon, Lydia Lei and Lynn Whitfield (in the first of two movies where she played a simpathetic sex worker, the second being the 1985 western Silverado) are pretty wholesome and energetic in their performances as the four ladies that the hero wants to protect (and finds atractive), and is interesting that while there is innuendo, there is no actual sex scene with them, Kate Murtagh brings gravitas as the intimidating villain Mom, and there is the great contrast between George Furth as the pompous and money obsessed Arthur Skridlow and Nan Margaret as the free spirited, light hearted and loving Margaret Skridlow, Clifford’s parents.

If you want to just relax and enjoy some laughs, while apreciating a great pop soundtrack and the colorfull aesthetics of eighties movie fashion, this campy comedy is perfect for a lazy sunday.

#doctor detroit #lazy sunday review #1980s #fandom musings #dan aykroyd #donna dixon #fran drescher #lydia lei #lynn whitfield #comedy

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