dixons-sunshine · 7 months ago
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daryl and wife reader having a mini 3 year old daryl and shes sassy like her mama also shes really smart and daryl just being the best father and husband to be ❤️❤️
Daddy's Little Girl | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
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*GIF isn't mine*
Summary: Life in your little home in Alexandria was amazing. You had a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter you couldn't be more proud of, especially since she brings out parts of your husband you couldn't help but admire.
Genre: Fluff
Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, post the building of the bridge
Warnings: None.
Word count: 965
A/n: This sucks so bad. I didn't really know where to go with this and scrapped so many attempts, so I'm sorry for the bad quality. I hope this is still somewhat enjoyable at least.
Rick never went missing in this because I'm in my feels after seeing him look for a gift for RJ.
It's not a major plot point, but there are mentions of Rick in this. Also, my default name for any fics involving Daryl having a daughter will be Hazel because I've grown to love the nickname I came up with for my last Dad!Daryl fic, which is Hazelnut.
As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.
“No, Daddy. You can't.”
“'Course I can,” Daryl retorted playfully, taking the purple crayon from his daughter's hand. “Yer not even usin' the crayon, Hazelnut. Yer jus' holdin' it while yer colourin' with the red crayon. I need the purple more than ya do righ' now.”
Hazel huffed and folded her small arms over her chest, sending Daryl her version of a glare that the archer found absolutely adorable and amusing. “Not fair, Daddy. Gonna use it soon.”
“Until then, I'll use it. Once you need it, jus' ask, alrigh'?” Daryl told her, and chuckled when he saw her huff again and reluctantly continue to draw with the red crayon.
Daryl looked up and locked eyes with you, amused smiles on both of your faces. You were seated on the couch with Dog's head resting on your lap, fixing up one of the archer's favourite shirts while he entertained your daughter as she waited for Michonne to come pick her up for a sleepover with RJ. Daryl looked back down at his piece of paper and continued on with his drawing while you continued on with fixing up his shirt.
You silently listened to Hazel's happy babbling, smiling fondly at the father and daughter duo drawing stick figures and shapes. Suddenly, Hazel huffed again and threw the crayon down in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What's wrong, baby?” you asked, glancing at your daughter.
“I don't want to draw anymore,” she declared, crawling over to Daryl and clambering into his lap for a hug.
Daryl instantly dropped the crayon in his hand and embraced her, pulling her into his chest. Hazel nuzzled her face into his neck, giggling at the kisses Daryl placed on her face.
“It tickles, Daddy,” she giggled, bringing her small hands up to his stubble.
Daryl smiled and abruptly stood up with Hazel in his arms, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her that was quickly followed by more laughter. Daryl spun her around while placing more playful kisses all over her face, careful not to drop her. Dog jumped up from the couch with a happy bark, circling around Daryl as he wagged his tail happily.
You laughed at the shrieks of laughter that fell from your daughter's mouth. “Don't drop her, Daryl,” you warned him when he stumbled slightly. You turned your head when you heard a knock on the door.
“Never,” Daryl replied, placing one final kiss on Hazel's cheek before placing her down on the floor. He ruffled her hair before stalking over to the door, you getting up from the couch and trailing behind him.
Daryl opened the door and the two of you came face to face with Michonne, who had RJ perched on her hip. She smiled at the two of you in greeting, rubbing RJ's back soothingly.
“Hey, guys. Is she ready to go?”
Daryl hummed and turned around, calling out to Hazel. “Hazelnut! Auntie Michonne's here!”
You grabbed the sleepover bag that you had placed near the door earlier that day and handed it over to Michonne. Hazel's footsteps got louder until she ran up to you, hugging you before hugging Daryl. She then turned to Michonne and took her outstretched hand.
“Bye, Mama. Bye, Daddy.”
“Bye, sweetheart. Be good for Michonne and Rick, okay?” you greeted her.
She nodded and took off with Michonne, happily conversing with RJ while they walked. You closed the door and locked it, turning around to face Daryl. The archer smiled at you and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.
You were confused but soon hugged him back, nuzzling your face into his chest. Daryl placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there, slightly rocking you side to side.
“Not that I'm complaining in the slightest,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss against his chest. “But what's with the hug?”
Daryl remained silent for a moment. “S'jus' 'cause I love ya. And I can't believe how lucky I am to have ya and Hazel in my life.”
“Well, believe it, Dixon. I love you so much. So does daddy's little girl,” you replied, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
“I love ya both too. Yer the most important people in my life. I'd die fer ya.”
“Hopefully it never comes down to that. You're dying a very old man if I can help it,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Dun' worry. I ain't plannin' on dyin' on ya anytime soon.”
You smiled at him. “Good to know. That's really good to know.”
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sinsandsweetness · 1 year ago
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Longing (sex and zombies-chapter 3)
(all chapters here)
pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}
summary- A girl can dream right?
warnings- 18+ content, MDNI, though no actual smut in this chapter, it is still suggestive.
“Hunny, why on earth would you sleep in that thing?” Lori brushed your hair out of your face. She treated you like her kid. It kind of threw you off. Seeing as you daydreamed about her husband and all. Whether she could tell or not it didn’t show. 
But she’d cut your hair. Clean your clothes. Check on you like a mom. And the weirdest part is that you liked it. Made you feel safe. Well, not the same safe that Rick or Daryl made you feel. But one that comforted you in a way only a mom could. 
“Daryl was snoring.” you give her a weak smile and follow her into the house. 
“Go shower sweetie, your hair is all funky. Shane just finished up.”
She motioned upstairs. You could use a shower. She was right. “I’ll go grab my clothes-” 
“Already did,” she handed you the pile she’d picked out. Like you were in third grade again. Mom picking out your outfit. You glanced at Rick who was grabbing a plate of food. 
You mumbled a thank you and headed to the shower. Passing Shane on the way down. 
“Princess sleep ok last night?” he teased and ruffled your bed head some more. You rolled your eyes but continued up the stairs. 
Maggie was criss cross applesauce on her bed when she spoke, “We saw you you know.” She didn’t look up from her toes. 
“Who?” You leaned against her doorway. 
“You and Daryl. In the truck” 
“Not who did you see. Who is ‘we’?” 
“Oh.” She looked up at you. “Me and Glenn.” The slightest blush found her cheeks.
Whatever. Word was bound to get around at some point. It was honestly impressive that you'd kept it on the low for as long as you had. You shrugged. 
“Want yours?” She motioned to the nail polish bin on her bed. 
“After?” You motioned to the shower and she nodded. 
There was still steam from Shane’s shower. It smelled like man, maybe old spice, something delicious. You washed your hair, combed the conditioner through. Letting the water wash away your thoughts of Daryl and the smell of the leather truck seats.
Taking the sweetest smelling body wash you could find, velvet cupcake something or other, you scrubbed every inch of your body. Down to your bare toes. 
You dried off and dressed in the very modest Jeans and t-shirt that Lori had picked out.You skipped the bra, throwing it onto Maggie’s bed instead. Maggie painted your toenails a bubble gum pink. She was sweet to you, treated you like a sister. It clearly came easy to her. 
“Sooo… was he any good?” She asked with a smirk. 
You didn’t want to smile but it happened anyway. 
She smacked your arm lightly. “You dirty little-“
You chuckled, rubbing the spot she’d hit. 
“Maggie! Beth!” Hershel called from the main level. 
“You better tell me more later.” She whispered and shot off the bed heading downstairs. You followed after. Not without a quick spray of perfume from her dresser though. Now that you smelled like a cupcake and marshmallows, maybe Rick would be even more inclined to let his touch linger on your back as he walked by. Or lean down to talk in your ear when you pretended you couldn’t hear him that well. A girl can dream right?
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Two pancakes. One egg. Handful of Raspberries. Breakfast was amazing. You couldn’t lie, Carol could cook. Shane dipped his pancake in your syrup earning a playful scowl from yourself. 
“How’s the cushions in that pickup ?” He asked, a flirty grin forming on his face. “They uh,” his gaze glanced at Daryl from across the room, “...nice and comfy?” 
He knew too. Jesus Christ. Not a single secret could be kept on this damn farm. 
“Comfier than your bed...” you mumble under your breath. But he heard. Earned you a kick under the table too.You glared at him but your smile escaped anyway.
“They were fine thanks for asking,” you straightened up and said a little louder, letting Daryl and Lori both hear the answer to the question they’d clearly heard. 
“Slept like a baby.” You made eye contact with Daryl. He grunted and ate another pancake. 
“You gonna help me n’ Rick with that barn?” Shane changed the subject. 
“Mhm” you nod with a mouth full of pancake. 
“Alright we’ll meet you out there in 20?” He got up and patted your shoulder. Shane didn’t need an answer,he knew you'd be there in 10. 
It was hot. The sun was already blaring down on the field. Everyone was outside, gardening, washing clothes. Doing anything to help keep busy. 
Gravel crunched beneath your shoes as you rounded the little barn.
“I thought you were gonna stay inside, and help the Greene’s?” Rick asked as you approached his work bench behind the barn. 
“Shane wanted me here.” 
“Is that right?” His eyebrow raised.
You nod. 
“Okay well you're sanding then” It was clear he was trying not to smile as he shook his head.
You helped the men with the barn. Mostly sanding boards and grabbing tools. Sometimes Shane would make you climb up there with him to hold something in place while he hammered. Lori brought out some sandwiches and water at lunch. You laid on the roof soaking in the heat of the day. Your shirt became shorter and shorter as you lifted it up your stomach. Allowing the sun to warm as much skin as possible. 
You eavesdropped on the conversation below you. Starting out rather innocent until Shane brought up the truck. 
“You know they did it last night right? Good ol’ make up sex,” he bit another piece of his sandwich off. 
“Shh man she can hear you” Rick shushed the man. 
“Nah she can’t. She’s in her own little world up there trust me.”
 A long pause. Rick pretended not to care. But he wasn't doing a great job.
“Did you see them?” He finally asked.
“Nah but Glenn told me he saw Daryl dragging her over there and then, well the damn truck started shaking man” 
“And this is relevant how?” 
“Oh come one, if he could pull her? You could have your way with her too. I’m sure she’d let you,” he paused. 
“…little cocktease like her, roaming around the camp in her short shorts and you’re telling me you haven’t even thought about it?” 
No answer. 
“Not even when she wears them little sundresses?”
“I’m married.” 
“We’ll I ain’t. And goddamnit Ricky I wanna taste that sweet- “
“Shane!” 
Shane laughed and you couldn’t help but smile up at the clouds. Rick didn’t say no. You knew he’d thought about it. Maybe in Atlanta before. Maybe in the closet. Maybe on another run or hike through the woods. Even just around the farm when you’d catch him looking at your chest, glistening from sweat. His gaze dipping lower, going as far as to notice there wasn’t a bra underneath your tank top. 
After lunch, Shane nailed another board into the roof. How long would this take? You were starting to sweat. 
“You gonna tell me about it or make me torture it outta you?” Shane asked looking up at you. Confused, you raise an eyebrow. He licked his lips.
“Daryl? Really?”
You rolled your eyes. 
“Musta been good if you forgave him already,”
"I haven't." But you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I mean how was he? Honestly I thought the kid was a virgin. Beats me.” He hammered another mail. “Did you… did he make you… you know?”
“God Shane!” You smacked his forearm. 
“Aw come on baby girl, I’m just teasin’” His voice lowered, so Rick wouldn’t hear him from the ground. A tiny smile pulled at your lips as you looked up at the man. Your mind wandered to thoughts of him and Rick both taking you in the back of some clothing store, out on a run. Their hands and mouths torturing your body, earning those sounds you couldn’t ever keep in. A fantasy that you’d had the time to perfect in your couple days of sulking in solitude. 
Around the fire that night you laid your head in Shane’s lap, facing Lori and Rick. Both of whom seemed a little annoyed by it. Shanes hand rubbing your scalp and playing with your hair mindlessly as he kept a conversation with Dale about some part he needed for the RV. 
You thought about how you’d probably end up sleeping in the truck again. You were too sore to let Daryl even think about dragging you for another “walk”. 
Lori took Carl to bed. The other women shortly after. It was just you, Rick, Daryl, and Shane. Wonderful. Tension in the air thick as honey, you felt it was your best bet to try and escape. 
“Night” you try to leave the fire pit but Shane grabs your hand bringing you back down next to him. 
“Where do you think you're going?”
“Bed.” you brush him off again. 
“Who’s?” He looked at Daryl briefly. Then to Rick. Then back to you. 
“Ugh,” you couldn’t even help the scoff that left your mouth. What an instigator. 
Leaving the three men to talk amongst themselves, you grabbed Daryl’s spare sleeping bag and his pillow and walked along the driveway down to the truck. Setting up a cozy little nest. It would have to do. 
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You woke up early. The birds chirping in the trees couldn’t help but make you smile. You slipped your shoes on and went for a walk around the house. Went to the stables. Quick hello to the horses. Then circled back to Daryl’s tent. You needed some new clothes.
Stepping into the tent, Daryl’s back peaked through his sleeping bag. Eyeing his tattoo and the scars covering his shoulder blade, you grabbed your whole bag, you’d go to the house to change. Let the man sleep. Not that he normally let you. 
Everyone wanted to join the run that day. For the motorhome part. If Hershel wanted your group gone, then you would need a reliable ride. And the RV had been acting up lately according to Dale. So the run was for car parts and batteries. And if you were lucky maybe a vibrator. That’d help keep you out of anyone's tent. 
Reluctantly, you were allowed to join the run. 
“Sweetie you’ve had a tough couple weeks, maybe you should rest here?” Lori suggested. Looking for Sophia, the guys at the bar. And then… well, another run in with random men who’d probably want to hurt you, had they been smart enough to open the closet door. 
“I am over rested at this point” you groan. 
“She’ll be good, little fresh air never killed no one” Shane responded. Rick nodded in agreement. 
“I’ll come too,” Maggie, out of breath, jogged up to the truck, surrounding the little group. “Daddy made me a list so…”
“Alright that’s enough then. Otherwise we’re leaving your father to protect the place all alone.”
You, Daryl, Rick, Shane, Dale, Glenn, and Maggie now. Kind of a big group for a little run. But everyone was getting antsy at the farm. Andrea was only alright with it after being told she could do gun training with the Greene’s that day. 
No luck with the vibrator. Not that you’d expected it. But it woulda been a nice surprise. In fact, the run had been kind of a bust. Dale hadnt found the part he needed, and a hoard of walkers came through the town, blocking you all in the dealership. Forced to wait it out. Thankfully it wasn’t going towards the farm. But you waited for what seemed like hours. Glenn and Maggie had disappeared to the break room. Shane and Dale were caught up in conversation about lord knows what. You couldn’t see them, hidden in one of the display cars. You were sitting right next to Rick on the ground of the dealership, behind the receptionist desk. Everyone hidden from the walls. No walkers could see in. 
“You don’t have to sleep in that thing, ” Rick scratched at a splotch of dirt on your pant leg. “Shane said his tent has room.” Of course he would. He’d offered his tent up even before the farm. And honestly, Shanes tent started to sound like a nice change after being fucked and left in a truck. 
“It’s not so bad.” You lied.
“You really still that mad at Daryl?”
You shrugged. Kinda. Not really. But he had acted like a complete asshole.
Rick's hand started to make its way up and down your thigh, rubbing mindlessly. Pushing a limit even you could see. 
“It’s not the comfiest thing in the world…” you say softly, looking up at the man. 
“I can’t imagine.”
You rolled your eyes. Which earned a quiet laugh from Rick. 
“He didn’t mean those things,” Rick offered. Maybe he hadn’t. Those harsh words when you’d finally gotten back from your run. The one that didn't… go according to plan.
“Doesn’t matter. He was right,” 
He’d yelled at you in front of everyone. Made a big scene. And then spat the most hurtful choice of words he could. You made it back alive, and he didn’t even seem to acknowledge that.
“He was worried about you. We all were. He just… expresses that differently.”
You nodded, looking down at the hand on your leg.
You stayed there for a few minutes. Not talking. Just enjoying the feeling of Rick's touch.
You didn’t realize how close you were to Rick until you felt your foot fall asleep. In an attempt to switch positions, you lost your balance, falling into the man. Both of your eyes wide, staying still and quiet to make sure you hadn’t made too much noise. Moving only when it was safe, into a comfier position. And that was basically laying on top of Rick at that point. His hands on your waist, as he kept glancing down between you, breathing slowly. But your hands were on his chest, and your legs tangled in his. And…well you couldn’t help it. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. A single soft, gentle peck. Then a deep breath. 
He shook his head. Not now. But even then, he let you stay on top of him, pulled you in closer even. 
Tucking your head under his chin, he rubbed up and down your arms and your back, and though he’d never admit it, you could feel him underneath you. It took everything in you not to move your hips against him. What you didn’t know was that it took everything in him not to move them for you. 
When the hoard let up, you’d all loaded into the vehicle, practically empty handed. 
Every time Rick shifted gears, his hand would brush your knee. Sometimes he’d even keep it there. Shane, on the other side of you, toyed with a small rip in your jeans, furthering the damage to the denim. You squeezed your legs together at one point when both mens hands were on you. Desperately trying to get some sort of relief. That earned a smirk from them both. 
Knowing exactly what they were doing to you. 
(next chapter)
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lola-andheruniverse · 2 months ago
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Caryl Fanfiction Recs - Celebrating single-fic authors (part 1)
Happy Sunday, dear fellow carylers! Today I bring you the first part of a list that I have been preparing for some time.
Every fandom has its big stars: incredible gifmakers who everyone recognizes their work from a distance; amazing artists who draw fanart and edit fanvideos that deserve to be in a museum; and talented and prolific fanfic authors who are better storytellers than the actual canonical writers/creators. All of them deserve all the praise and love in the world, but, in reality, even the most popular ones don't get the feedback they truly deserve. Now, what about those fans who only create one thing for the fandom? Just one art, one video, one analysis, one fic? Where are the compliments for them?
So this list it's a way to rectify that for single-fic caryl authors. I hope a little bit of love reaches them wherever they are. Thank you for contributing to our fandom!
1. Wait by acaryler [ 9Lives ]
Summary: A new day only begins when the darkness goes away.
Rated: G
Word count: 814
Published: February 22, 2017 (one-shot, contains character death)
2. This is Who We Are by CarylLover [ 9Lives | AO3 | FF.net ]
Summary: Aaron is badly injured and, after the attack of The Wolves, the group at ASZ is left vulnerable. Daryl needs to go out to find more people, but he can't go alone. He chooses Carol to go with him. This time together will revive some painful memories for Carol and confessions will be made. But will they only come from Carol? Does Daryl have a dark secret too?
Rated: M
Word count: 10.490 (05 chapters)
Published: May 31, 2015 (complete)
3. Weeping Statue by Evilangel [ 9Lives ]
Summary: She watched silently from the shadows.
Rated: T
Word count: 151
Published: January 22, 2016 (one-shot)
4. Contently Broken by FloraDora [ 9Lives ]
Summary: Following the deaths of Beth and Tyreese, Carol's concern for Daryl grows as he continues to distance himself from the group, clearly struggling with his grief. Carol attempts to reach out to him which results in a very emotional encounter.
Rated: T
Word count: 1.410
Published: March 17, 2015 (one-shot)
5. We belong by Ithil [ 9Lives ]
Summary: Daryl helps Carol to start healing after the events of 5.16. Inspired by Ryan Adams' song I love you but I don't know what to say.
Rated: T
Word count: 1.622
Published: June 24, 2015 (one-shot)
6. Doors by @jtsbar [ 9Lives | AO3 ]
Summary: Daryl before he opens the door.
Rated: T
Word count: 513
Published: August 16, 2014 (one-shot)
7. Felicity by Lesoni [ 9Lives ]
Summary: He hoped that she would understand him like she always seemed to do. That she was his woman-his Carol. The woman that he'd learned to love more than he loved anyone else-especially himself-because it had been her that had shown him how much he was actually worth. He was trying to give her that back. He damn near worshipped her, and she needed to know that.
Rated: E
Word count: 2.787
Published: April 23, 2016 (one-shot)
8. New Habits by LouWho88 [ 9Lives ]
Summary: Daryl and Carol have stuck with their usual habits while becoming roomates in Alexandria even as their relationship has been growing. However, on this particular morning it seems as though Daryl has developed a new habit and Carol hope it sticks. 
Rated: T
Word count: 1.238
Published: May 02, 2016 (one-shot)
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enid-rhees · 1 year ago
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please can you write something for Tara? maybe an argument that ends in a love confession? 🩷 sorry I don’t have many good ideas but I love your writing
oh god i love Tara so much. tysm for requesting!! hope you enjoy <3 and this is an amazing request dont apologize! and tysm 🫶🏻
warnings: arguing, slightly suggestive.
a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but will be opened again very soon 🫶🏻! this is a bit short but i hope that is okay!
it had been two hours since you came back home just to discover that Tara wasn’t there. she never left the house without telling you. even if it was just a small run that would take an hour max, she always told you.
you asked Rosita, Glenn, Eugene, everyone, and no one had known where she had gone. your mind was racing a million miles a second with possibilities you didn’t even want to think about.
Tara meant everything to you. it had been around five months since you and your group made it to Alexandria. but before that, you and Tara met in the train cart at Terminus. you were with Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl.
the two of you got along quickly, mostly due to one thing: you both liked girls. you figured her out quickly, when you watched the way she watched Rosita. and with you, she just… knew.
you followed her when Eugene needed to get to Washington, well, before he lied about even being a scientist and knew a “cure”. the entire journey brought you guys closer. so when Aaron appeared and offered your group to live in Alexandria, you guys decided to live together.
as the months went by, you felt your feelings for Tara grow more and more. it was hard to keep it in, you wished you were able to tell her, and just spit it out finally.
you weren’t sure what was stopping you, because all you wanted was to finally call Tara yours, or be able to wake up in the morning and see her next to you, or just be able to finally kiss her. you’ve dreamt of it too much.
your leg shook under the coffee table as you sat with your head in your hands. this wasn’t like Tara, at all. she always, always told you where she was going. always.
this was killing you. not knowing if she was okay or not. not knowing if she’s gotten hurt, and is stranded somewhere where she’s defenseless, or if she’s gotten bit-
the front door opened.
Tara stepped inside, taking her shoes off and hanging her hoodie like it was nothing. you stood up and ran to her, “where the fuck did you go?!” you yelled.
her eyes widened as she took a step back. “i just went to the pharmacy a few miles down…”
“why the fuck didn’t you tell me? or anyone?! i was worried sick about you, Tara!” her face was full of confusion, not knowing why you were so upset at her.
“i-i didn’t think it was a big deal. i wasn’t gone that long, Y/N. i’m fine!” she defended. “but what if you weren’t?! i mean- what if you got hurt, Tara? you always tell me when you’re leaving. do you know how worried i was to come home and see that you’re gone? and when i asked everyone where you were, none of them knew. do you not know how scary that was?”
tears ran down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. you didn’t want to cry over this, but nothing had truly frightened you like this. losing Tara is something you try your hardest to avoid thinking about at all times.
“Y/N- i’m sorry, okay? i know i always tell you when i’m leaving, but all i needed was one thing. i don’t understand why you’re so mad-“
“because i’m in love with you!” you yelled, causing her to freeze. “i mean- fuck Tara! i’m so in love with you, and i can’t fucking hide that anymore. you’re everything to me. just the smallest thought of you getting hurt scares the shit out of me. i can’t imagine how i could ever live with myself if you’ve ever gotten hurt somehow. i can’t do this without-“
Tara lunged forward, smashing her lips onto yours. she held on tightly to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her as you kissed her back just as hard. your hands wrapped around her neck, not even leaving a millimeter of space between the two of you.
you pulled away briefly, but you immediately dove back into each other, unable to get enough of each other. one of your hands tangled itself into her hair, and she moaned into your mouth at the feeling.
Tara moved forward until you were pressed against the wall behind you. the deep kiss continued until you were both out of your breath. she leaned her head on yours as you caught your breath, still holding onto you tightly.
“i can’t lose you.” you whispered breathlessly. she nodded, “i know, i can’t lose you either. i’m sorry for leaving like that without saying anything.”
you shook your head, pulling her into another kiss. your head hit the wall when she suddenly brought her head down to your neck, bringing you nothing but complete bliss.
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notalkingbusiness · 9 months ago
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The Book of Carol & The Heroine's Journey - Part 1: The Descent
The Descent sees our heroine in crisis. 
Carriger says The Descent’s trademarks include a broken familial network, the heroine’s pleas being ignored, the heroine involuntarily withdrawing from her community, and the heroine’s family being unable to help her. 
Let’s take these one by one and think about how they could be used in TBOC.
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(1) Broken familial network. The heroine’s familial network has been broken – someone she loves is in great danger.  More often than not, someone she loves has been taken from her. 
In TBOC, Carol’s familial network is broken because Daryl has been taken from her. 
Carriger says “If you want to set your heroine into motion quickly, take someone she values away from her” – that’s certainly true for Carol, isn’t it?  Nothing would set Carol into motion quicker than Daryl being in danger.
Carol knows in her bones that there’s no innocent explanation for Daryl's absence.
Carol will have more questions than answers at this point in the narrative, but there's one thing she knows for certain: she'll do whatever it takes to get Daryl back. 
She’ll do whatever it takes to bring the man she loves home.
(2) The heroine’s pleas ignored and she abdicates power.
The heroine needs help in bringing her loved one home.  She needs resources and manpower, but she’s unable to get the support she needs from her community.
Will we see Carol's pleas being ignored? I'm not sure. I guess Ezekiel could say that she’s worrying over nothing.
Or someone could really twist the knife in and suggest that Daryl might not want to come back. It would be untrue, of course, but a comment like that would eat away at Carol.
She'd wonder if she did something wrong. If she unknowingly drove him away.
A naysayer's comment could ultimately make Caryl's reunion all the sweeter when Daryl instantly sweeps Carol off her feet.
A passionate, romantic reunion could put some of Carol's demons to bed forever.
(She is enough. He loves her. He'd never abandon her.)
While we might not see Carol's pleas being ignored, abdicating power is undoubtedly part of her story.  We last saw Carol as one of the leaders of the Commonwealth government, but her loved ones will always take priority over work.  She’ll drop her government responsibilities at the drop of a hat to rescue Daryl.
Normally I’d be a bit wary of a story in which a woman abandons her career for a man, but I was never convinced Carol wanted a leadership role in the Commonwealth.  It felt like putting a square peg in a round hole.  Carol doesn’t have to run a settlement just because that’s what Maggie and Michonne did.  Heroines don’t value power and influence, that’s not what’s important to them.
Love is the most important thing to a heroine. They want what’s best for the people they love. They prioritize keeping their loved ones safe and happy above all else.  That’s Carol’s whole personality in a nutshell, right?  Carol’s love has always been and will always be her superpower. 
In TBOC, I’m hoping Daryl asks Carol what she really wants. 
Spoiler Alert: Carol doesn’t want to go back to her desk job at the Commonwealth.  She wants to build a life with Daryl.  She wants new adventures with him.  
(3) The heroine’s withdrawal is involuntary.
The heroine is motivated by the desire to protect her loved one, rather than a desire to travel or seek glory.
This follows on nicely from the point I was making about Carol and leadership – about what Carol wants and values.  Carol’s withdrawal is involuntary because it’s not like Carol has a burning desire to see France.  (New Mexico, on the other hand ...) But if France is where Pookie is, that’s where she’ll go.
Carol has always been driven by love; glory has never been on her radar. We've seen this on the flagship show time and time again. She'll pull off these amazing stunts and she'll still be wondering if she's done enough. Case in point - remember the moment just before the Terminus hug? 
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Carol emerges from the woods wordlessly and cautiously. She keeps her distance from the group.
My reading of this scene?
I think, even after saving everyone, Carol was bracing herself for another rejection. Carol was ready to drop Daryl’s crossbow and melt back into the trees, if that was what her family wanted.  She was not expecting a hero’s welcome.
Carol loves fiercely and selflessly, always putting others first.
We need to see Daryl putting her first in TBOC.
We need to see Daryl being as devoted to Carol as she is to him. 
(4) The heroine's family offers aid but no solution.
The heroine’s family is sympathetic, but they can’t solve her problems for her.  They can’t bring her loved one home for her.
I’m not sure how much TBOC will provide on this front, both because of filming constraints and other complicating factors.  I don’t know how much Carol would tell Judith and RJ about her mission.  And, let’s face it, they’d both try and join her if they knew Uncle Daryl was in danger. 
But Carol could have an honest conversation with Lydia.  For instance, Carol could explain the situation to Lydia and ask her to look after the kids.  Lydia wouldn’t want Carol to go alone either.  But Lydia could agree to hold the fort because she knows she’s not ready for a mission like this, not after her recent amputation.  This would very neatly hit the “family offering aid but no solution” beat.  Also, Carol and Lydia screentime was sorely missing in S11 so I’d be very happy if that could be rectified in some small way in TBOC.  I’d love to see Lydia acting as a sort of confidant for Carol. 
Heroines value their relationships with other women, and I really hope TBOC recognizes that central tenet of the Heroine’s Journey.  
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Final Thoughts on The Descent:
The Descent will be a bittersweet watch if TBOC is taking Carol's emotions and motivations seriously - if they're not afraid to show just how much Carol loves Daryl. The joy of having Carol back on our screens will be counterbalanced with Carol's deep emotional turmoil. Carol's going to be thinking about all those people she's loved and lost, all those people who went missing and never came home.
TBOC is inherently an emotional journey for Carol - Melissa McBride should be taking the lead when it comes to the emotional core of Carol's story. She's spent over a decade with this character - she knows Carol's headspace and heart space better than anyone else. She is absolutely essential in ensuring character and story integrity.
Over to you!
What do you think Carol values most in the world?  What are her most powerful motivations?
If you’re in favor of TF cameos, who do you think Carol should interact with and why?
Do you have other ideas for what you’d like to see during The Descent section of Carol’s journey?  (Don’t be shy! There are no wrong answers or silly questions.)
Thanks for sticking with me :) I hope you'll join me next time when I'll be talking about The Search.
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daryl-and-carol-oh-my · 1 month ago
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What is your opinion about Merle? Do you love him or hate him?
Please answer my ask I'm such a fan of your blog!
Hi, Anon!!!! Awwww, thank you!!!! That is always so nice to hear!! <33333 Every time my queue gets to that last post, I wonder if I should just let it go, then I remember sweet anons like you who enjoy my posts, and it encourages me to fill it up. So, thank you for that! <3
Just a quick note, Anon. If you have an Ask that might have been sitting there for a while now in my inbox, I haven't forgotten it! A month ago or so, I started getting these messages in my ASKs, from a very frustrated person who is apparently in the Caryl server I am in, and it's sort of made me wary? I sort of think they are venting. Their frustration isn't aimed at me but people I am friends with so it's kinda gotten me suspicious. There's regular Asks mixed in with them and this Ask kinda kicked my butt into gear lol I am gonna get to these other Asks so sit tight if you have one in there! I apologize, I really do love getting them and have so much fun answering!
Merle!!! Okay, I love Merle! When Merle was introduced in GUTS I really did not care for him at all. I applauded Officer Friendly for putting him on his ass and cuffing him up. He reminded me of my sisters dumbass racist asshole boyfriends from way back when, so, at first, I didn't like him from that initial episode.
Enter Daryl in Tell it to the Frogs! They were talking about Daryl in the cube van back to the quarry so I was definitely interested to see how what the brother of this Merle guy was like xD
Of course Daryl was upset his brother was cuffed to a rooftop pipe, threat of the living dead and all, so his reaction to me was really sad and heartbreaking to see, especially when they got there and found Merle's hand! Dx
When they didn't find him I forgot about Merle until that season two hallucination.
Then season 3, Merle is with this Governor dickcheese, so I totally knew some kind of arc was gonna play out and I was not disappointed! it was harrowing to say the least, I was so happy when Merle followed Daryl to the prison. I wanted to see Glenn, Merle and Maggie work through what happened, for Merle to come to a truce with everyone, and see him become a full fledged part of TF.
Bawled. I bawled like a crazy person when Merle was killed. I had totally embraced him, wanted him and Daryl to work out their relationship, and for some kick ass moments between Merle and Carol lol. That banter they had was epic. Wish that deleted scene of Carol and he had stayed in the show.
I'd have loved to see Merle in the Gov's war, Merle on he road, Merle in Alexandria. Missed the mark on that one, TPTB.
Backstory you didn't ask for! Dx
So I was part of this RP community on Mocospace (people still RP there but all the OG's have moved to Discord, after having first migrated to KIK) and I was on there, on a real life profile in like. . . 2008. I made a Severus Snape profile just for fun, the reasons why aren't important! xD If anyone is still reading this far and wants to know, send an Ask. But one night there was no one the in NEAR ME room so I explored the chat rooms, found the state rooms and I noticed North Carolina was really full of people! I went in there on my Snape profile, and I stumbled into a room full of Twilight Characters! And Pro Wrestling Characters! I was like O......O OMG! My peeps! Now, I had never read/watched any of the Twilight stuff at this point but they just swooped in and accepted me, it was wonderful! They introduced me to this wonderful world of Role Play! I was very novice to being online lol. Snape's bestie was Bella from Twilight and Nicki Bella, from Wresting. She played both of them on one profile lol it was amazing.
There was this whole Harry Potter Rp community that just so happened, did not have a Snape! So I learned the ropes, the rules, and it started my whole path and journey to where I ended up RPing Daryl, and writing fanfiction for Caryl.
I won't bore with the details on how I moved on from the Snape profile, it was so much drama, people became offended when my gender was revealed. I just assumed people knew I was a woman??
Anyway - I became obsessed with TWD, Daryl, Carol, Caryl, so I made a RP group, and we had almost the whole roster of characters! I ran the group, as was looking for a Merle, looking for a Rick, looking for a Michonne. I couldn't find anyone who wrote Merle good enough so I made him myself lol A werewolf RPer found me role playing by myself one day in North Carolina, he auditioned for Rick and he ended up being a pretty good writer, so I let him make a Governor too.
But omg I had SO MUCH FUN role playing Daryl and Merle, by myself to myself xD
I must say, my group lasted until around season 6 of TWD. It was a blast. I miss having a RP group of friends just writing out fun little plays. I have so many stories about it xD And thirsty people for my Daryl's . . . crossbow! Dx xD
So yeah, definitely, I fucking love Merle!!! <3333333333333
Hey Anon, thank you so much for this fun Ask!!! Please forgive me for my delay, and like I said, if you have one in there that's older, I will get to it!!! Hope your weekend was good, and your week treats you well, stay well and safe!
Carylering ON, my friend!!! <33333333333333
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emeryhiro · 1 year ago
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My thoughts on the finale of Daryl Dixon
I know I keep coming back here with my thoughts but I need somewhere to vent so ty for putting up with me and my rants❤️
The episode overall was fantastic, and it has some amazing character development, but I'm not going to talk about the whole episode because this isn't a review, I leave that to the professionals.
I just want to share my thoughts on a few specific scenes between Daryl/Isabelle, Daryl/Laurent, and Daryl/Losang that I have a gripe with.
So spoiler warning for scenes from the season finale of Daryl Dixon!!
Okay so firstly what is it with like everyone trying to guilt trip Daryl into staying at Nest? like can they not understand him when he says he has a family back home?
Everyone keeps making comments about how "he has a home at the nest", "Laurent looks up to him", "you're abandoning Laurent", "there's people here who want you to stay", "we need you".
Don't get me wrong, I like Isabelle and Laurent, they've really grown on me, but this is soo selfish of them... Laurent is not the only child in the world who looks up to Daryl, or lost their parents, or would feel abandoned if he left them.
Like why?... In this episode, there are multiple times where Daryl straight up in clear and unambiguous words says:
"I got family waiting for me back home"
"I have my own home to get back to"
But Isabelle still gets offended/upset and runs off when he doesn't budge on his choice to leave, which lead me to think she has some potentially conflicting romantic feelings towards Daryl, which was subtly shown in a few of the scenes throughout the episode. I hate to say it, but there were certain scenes where I started to think that maybe even Daryl's intentions and feeling had a romantic tone to them, like when we see that he slept on the floor next to her the night she spent in the hospital, or the way he was watching her when she wasn't looking, but I don't given any merit to this doubt.
Ultimately, I was happy with the choices that Daryl made. Even though it was clear that he has now grown to care a lot for Isabelle and Laurent, he was setting boundaries during the whole episode. You could truly see his need, want, excitement, and the desperation in the way he's fighting, just to get on the boat home.
But there it was again, Laurent not getting the hint, secretly following him when he left the nest, waiting until Daryl can finally get on the boat and literally forcing his hand, and giving him no choice but to stay...
But it's okay, because getting to see Carol in the last 3 minutes of the episode, relieved every bit of frustration that all these other scenes built up. She is literal perfection in every way, such a badass, and everything we ever want her to be and more!!
That dude pulling a gun on her just made me giggle because he has no idea what she's capable of, and the lengths she'll go to to find Daryl (her Home🥹).
I LOVED seeing her ride away on Daryl's bike, I can't wait to see more of her, and I can't wait for the people in France to actually see what/who Daryl is talking about when he say's "Home". There is no way they won't understand his need to go back to her once they actually meet her, because no one else compares.
Huge thank you Melissa for coming back and giving us more Carol 🥹❤️
Some additional & general thoughts:
The connections that were made back to Daryl's grandfather was really well done, I really like how they opened the episode with that parallel scene.
Both rounds of the fight scenes in the arena were amazing to watch! I really didn't see the second round coming, and they had some amazing cinematography and choreography.
Loved seeing Genet's face every time she got annoyed.
I didn't expect that switch from Codron and I don't fully understand it, but I kinda loved it. Hope we see him again in S2.
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punchitmrsulu · 7 months ago
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Is there a certain story you would have liked for Rick ? What other shows do you watch ?
Oh, thank you for asking!
I wish they would have explored his relationship with Maggie a little bit more.
I always felt they had a strong siblings energy. My sister and I call them apocalypse siblings. And the few times we got to see them fighting together they complemented each other perfectly, in my opinion. He trusted her completely to hold her own. I always felt they were this awesome dynamic duo and she was kinda the female version of Rick.
The show goes there a few times, like when the two of them go back to Woodbury to get Daryl, when they have to talk to Gregory for the first time at the Hilltop and he asks her to take the lead cause if he does he'll kill him, when she's sick from the pregnancy and they're trying to escape Negan and she tells Rick she trusts him, and when Rick tells her they'll be following her one day. He always valued her opinion immensely.
The show explored it to a certain degree but I feel they could have gone further. I would have enjoyed more moments and conversations between them.
I recently watched 3 Body Problem and liked it a lot.
As for other shows I've watched and really enjoyed recently, I recommend Severance, Pachinko, For All Mankind, Mythic Quest, Staged, The Handmaid's Tale, I could go on forever, there's a lot more, those are just at the top of my head. As for older shows, like 90s era, I'm definitely a massive Buffy fan.
But I think my all-time favorite show is probably Dark. I can't even begin to explain how amazing that show is. It's just on a whole other level.
How about you @jellykelly181 is there something you would have liked for Rick? What shows do you recommend?
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dontwalkwiththedead · 1 year ago
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Muses and Rules.
C A N O N C H A R A C T E R S
Rick Grimes
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"I don't take chances anymore."
Daryl Dixon
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"Is that supposed to make me like you?"
Beth Greene
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"I've survived and you don't get it,"
[ Note ] : These canon characters are the ones I've had the most experience playing and feel the most comfortable using as canon leads in a plot or ship. With that being said, there are other canon characters I'm very willing to play as side characters in a plot. :) Shane Walsh. Carol Peletier. Simon. Glenn Rhee. Hershel Greene. Carl Grimes. Sophia Peletier. Lydia.
No matter who I play canon-wise, I try my best to portray them as accurately as I can, while incorporating my own twists.
C O M I C C H A R A C T E R S.
Billy Greene
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fc: Jonah Hauer-King https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pEgoeED0hsZZ0MDCty5m-0DRiPDSsp1VS1tEORNWxEY/edit?usp=sharing
"I just wanted to play my fucking drums."
Jeffery Grimes
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fc: Alex Pettyfer bio coming soon
"Tell Rick Grimes, Jeffery's looking for him."
O C C H A R A C T E R S.
Peter Dixon
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fc: Charlie Heaton
"You goin' in, or should I?"
Alice Henley
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fc: Emilia Clarke
"I'm gonna cut off your dick, let you bleed out, then when you turn I'll feed it to you. How does that sound for serious?"
S H I P S.
( MxM, FxF, MxF. )
Canon Rick x Negan Rick x Daryl Rick x Andrea Rick x Michonne Daryl x Beth Daryl x Carol Daryl x Negan Daryl x Glenn Beth x Negan Beth x Daryl Beth x Tara Beth x Andrea Beth x Glenn ( Don't be afraid to pitch a canon ship that isn't listed here! In any ships involving Beth, she will be 18+ )
Ocs Alice x Rick Alice x Negan Alice x Daryl Alice x Andrea Alice x Tara Alice x Maggie Alice x Beth Peter x Beth Peter x Glenn Peter x Negan Peter x Rick Peter x Andrea Peter x Governor
( Don't be afraid to ship Alice or Peter with your OC or a canon character not listed. I'm open to most ideas! )
R U L E S.
(I promise I'm not mean, I just know what I like! &lt;3 )
(18+) ONLY. I don't feel comfortable writing with minors.
MUST be okay with NSFW content. I will always respect your triggers but would like any plots we do to include some level of violence and smut. If you don't like these themes, no shame, we just aren't the right fit.
No pre-established romantic relationships. (I do make rare exceptions for this depending on the plot.)
I love ocs. I've had some incredible roleplays with amazing ones and will never turn you down for wanting to use yours. WITH THAT BEING SAID--I heavily prefer well-thought out ocs with bios, not blurbs. If I'm going to write a canon character against yours, they have to be fleshed out. I don't want their whole personality and creation to revolve around being with a canon character. It's boring. I'm here for plots and character development, not to solely fulfill fantasies. My ocs have flaws, strengths, backgrounds and can hold their own in a plot without a ship. It makes the story more exciting!
5. Pretty please put effort into the plot and the characters you play. I love smut but don't just want to write smut, or constantly have my character saving yours. I want there to be things happening around our characters, not just to them.
6. Don't pressure me for replies. I work in film and in a bar. Sometimes I get insanely busy. Most times I'm free. I will always do my best to communicate when I'm not, but if you pressure me, I simply won't respond. Especially if I don't respond for an hour and you message me three times. (With that being said if I haven't responded in like a week, feel free to follow up.)
7. If you've read this far, come say hello! I don't bite. :)
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my-mt-heart · 2 years ago
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Ok im gonna try to bring a bit of positivity here even if it might not seem like it at first lol. U might have seen (but i think u avoid twitter right?) Carol being attacked these last few hours/days regarding Sophia/Ed. How she supposedly let Sophia being sexually abused by Ed without doing nothing. How she screamed to Shane "stop!" and cried when he beat up Ed. Meaning she was weak and ridiculous, again.
First of all i think (correct me if im wrong) that its considered canon that Ed didnt abuse (sexually, that is) Sophia... yet, because he died, but he would have had tried to had he lived because he saw her "growing up" and was a sick psycho. And Carol acted on it by having Sophia taken physically far away from her father if i recall well (dont have the exact scene in mind hence why im vague).
Second of all, this is bullshit obviously. Those people have never been abused and it shows. How its hard to leave, because you still love him and actually believe him when he says he wont hurt u again. Because he's a "great father" and "only" hit you and not ur children (its stastically rare i think but it does happen). I've worked with a lot of women beaten up by their husbands (and believe it or not, a few man with their wives too. Even husbands with husbands or wives with wives. Again, more rare but still here) and all combinations exist: women dont give a shit anymore, wont forgive, and only wants to leave and/or ptotect their children, woman who cant leave because they still see the "amazing" man he was for the first 10 years, or the first 3 years. Or says things like "he was beaten up when he was a child by his dad so its not his fault. "
ALL combinations exist, no one knows what its like to be in the head or the heart of a beaten 's wife/person, and no one should judge someone's way of coping with it, dealing with it, reacting to it. It is NEVER the victims fault, even if in the case of a beaten's wife, she stays with the husband.
Sorry, so, this disgression to say that Carol was insulted yesterday and so on for staying with Ed and not protecting Sophia.
The goods news (and here comes the positive part lol) is that for once, everyone was coming at these assholes (who, yes, happened to be Richonners, but NO, not all Richonners are this way, absolutely NOT).
And when i mean everyone, i mean even those who usually dont say shit when Carol (and therefore Melissa) is called ugly and/or too old for Daryl. Even those who dont ship caryl and/ or dont particularly like Carol are saying "ohh hell noo, too far, u re not victim blaming Carol here, absolutely not". Even the "kind of official fan accounts" followed by stars of the show.
So, while i wish she was defended more often already for the ageist and sexist part of the attacks she suffers, its still comforting to see that this time, everybody or almost see how too far they have gone and reacted accordingly.
Sorry if im clumsy in my way of writing or presenting things, english is not my native language, hope i did ok.
First of all, thank you for all you've done for survivors of domestic abuse and for sharing your insight. I heard about the incident through the grapevine and it was nice to go back and see all the support Carol was getting from all sides :)
Even though we have to be responsible for what we say on SM, I don't think it should just be left up to the fans to create a safer environment for them (and even cast and crew) to interact with each other. We should also put pressure on AMC to stop fueling the sexism, ageism, racism, etc. seen not just in one particular subset of the fanbase, but across the board. For example, how about making Carol the same size as Daryl in the key art so people can literally see her as a lead character? How about abandoning the ambiguous language around Caryl's relationship so people can understand that, yes, a middle-aged woman with gray hair can be the middle-aged male lead's love interest and vice versa? How about hiring someone who actually supports their characters and their relationship to run the official SM accounts? That's the kind of change I'd love to see.
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raewritesfiction · 1 year ago
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Part 3 - Look At The Flowers
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Warnings: Fluff. Smut - hand jobs, oral, ass play. Saliva. 
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The last few months had been rough for everyone; the hoard was successfully redirected but they had lost members of the community in doing so.  A larger community of survivors had been keeping close tabs on the Hilltop and attacks had become frequent until it had all come to a head and what could only be described as a battle of life and death had broken out.  It had taken weeks to repair all the damage, burn the dead and get back a feeling of safety again.  
The pantry store was once again full, everyone had worked overtime to replenish stolen or damaged supplies, injuries were healed and with the hot summer weather everything was again calm at the Hilltop. 
Daryl and Jesus had been trying to plan a small picnic for at least a week and finally everything had fallen into place for it to happen.
Daryl had worked hard on repairing his bike; it had taken longer than he had wanted but with everything else that had been happening, finding parts had become next to impossible. Jesus had been trading with other local communities to secure the final wires and pipes that Daryl had needed.  
“You ready to take a ride?” Daryl smiles to Jesus. 
“I’m ready. Are you?”
Daryl nods and smiles widely at the bike; his pride and joy only second to his boyfriend. 
“If it came to saving me or the bike…. Which would you choose?” Jesus laughs. 
“Ooh… oh that, that is a tough choice but… I guess I’d have to choose… hmm…. Yeah I’d choose you.” Daryl laughs with him and wraps an arm around Jesus’ waist, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. 
The pair set off out the gates and Daryl can’t help but smile at the sound of his bike; smoother and quieter since being fixed, it wouldn’t draw any extra attention.  Jesus gave directions from his position riding pillion and Daryl happily took them until they reached a large open meadow with a waterfall and clear river running through it. 
The bike rumbled to a stop and went silent as Daryl shut it off “how did you know about this place?”
“Found it on some extended recon a couple of weeks ago and made sure to find it on our maps.” Jesus grins and lifts off the picnic basket he had packed. “Thought we could do with some nature..”
Daryl climbs off and walks with Jesus to the side of the river where they set out a blanket to lay on. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen water so clear.”
“No pollution, nature is looking after itself again… I think there’s a cut out behind the waterfall too… wanna go for a swim before we eat?”
He didn’t need asking twice; Daryl stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the blanket as Jesus did the same, both heading to the water and shivering as they dipped their feet in. 
“Oh shit that’s cold!” Daryl grumbled “colder than the showers at Hilltop!” 
“Suck it up…. We’ll warm up later.” Jesus took a breath and slowly wades into the water, making high pitched noises as he submerges himself fully. “Ffffuuuuck! Water is great!” 
Daryl laughs and leans on a large boulder on the side “great huh?” 
Jesus narrows his eyes and quietly swims over, grabbing Daryl’s wrists and pulling him in before he could do anything to stop it from happening.  
He yelps as the cold water covers him and comes up gasping “god damn that’s fresh!”
“Told you the water was great!” Jesus laughs and splashes Daryl before heading for the waterfall and checking to make sure he was following.  
The water was indeed refreshing and the longer they spent splashing around and play-fighting the quicker their bodies became accustomed to the temperature; the sun helped as it shone directly over them at midday and had warmed the water. 
As stomachs rumbled the men decided that food was probably a good idea and they made their way to the bank to climb out and dry off in the sun as they ate.  Jesus ended up laying with his head on Daryl’s thighs while he was leant against the large boulder at the shoreline.   Daryl smiles to himself and picks at the surrounding wild flowers, carefully threading them into Jesus’ full beard until there wasn’t room for any more. 
He sits back happily and waits for Jesus to open his eyes. 
“Daryl. My love. Light of my life. What have you done to me?” Jesus keeps his eyes closed. 
“Nothin’..” he shakes his head but Jesus could hear the smirk on Daryl’s lips. 
“Uh huh… so why can I smell flowers so close to me?”
“No idea..” he shakes his head again. 
Jesus sighs and reaches his hand up to his beard, feeling the flowers laced through. “Do I look like a flower nymph to you?”
“You do now, yeah!” Daryl laughs. A proper happy laugh; something he hasn’t fully felt for longer than he can remember.  Since before the world went to shit.  
Jesus grumbles and pulls out some of the flowers, looking up at Daryl and realising there was nowhere to stick them and then turning his head with a chuckle and threading the stalks into Daryl’s pubic hair; just above his cock.
“Cheeky!” He gasps and chases after Jesus when he hops up and runs off.  He gets close to catching the flower nymph a few times but at the last moment Jesus would change directions. They both laughed a lot and ran into the river again, the flowers floating free easily and disappearing down the currents. 
Daryl pushes Jesus through the falls and presses him up against the rock formation behind it.  There was a cut out from the water but it needed a little climbing to get up into it.  For now they stayed embraced against the wall, lips working over bare skin, teeth leaving light marks in places only they would know about.  Arms were entwined around each other while their tongues danced with each other and their cocks hardened. 
Jesus runs his hands down his boyfriend’s back, gentle and light over the scars then digging his nails into Daryl’s ass cheeks when he squeezes them; the actions pull a moan from deep in Daryl’s chest that only Jesus could hear over the noise of the waterfall.  
They shuffle their legs until both have a thigh between the other to rut against; something they’d only recently started doing.  Hips rocked against the other until both their cocks were fully hard; Daryl hissed as he skinned his knee but kept his hips moving against Jesus. 
“Fuck you’re hot..” he moans and kisses over Daryl’s neck, careful not to leave any visible marks, his own hips moving to Daryl’s thick thigh.  They both grind against each other until Jesus pulls away and climbs, carefully, up to the cut out followed by Daryl. 
They scrabble to wrap arms around each other again; Jesus straddles Daryl and pins him, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his cock as Daryl does the same to Jesus.  Their hands twist and jerk each other in time, their hips rutting against the other and drawing out low moans that echo around the small cave. 
“Fuck, Paul…!” Daryl arches and ruts his hips to try and gain more friction. 
“So good!” He pants and leans down to kiss Daryl and moans into his mouth.
Daryl pants and flips them over moving to suck Jesus,
“Swing around…” Jesus grins and winks. 
Daryl nods and moves to position his cock to Jesus’ mouth, leaning down to suck his at the same time.  They both moan and move their heads in opposition to the other, hands trailing over thighs and asses.
Jesus runs his fingers lightly over Daryl’s hole, listening for any protests; when he gets none he does it again with a little more pressure.  Daryl pants around Jesus and mimics his movements over Jesus’ hole.  They both hum and rock their hips, Jesus decides to try a little further and pulls away only long enough to spit on his fingers, taking Daryl whole again and sucking in pulses. 
They both writhe against each other and when Jesus feels Daryl relax further he pushes a finger into him.  Daryl tenses for a second then groans loudly around his boyfriend. Taking this as his sign to continue, Jesus thrusts his finger slowly and adds a second.  
Daryl pulls away to breathe and spits on his fingers, carefully teasing Jesus and pushing his finger inside him while sucking along his cock again. 
Jesus runs his hand over Daryl’s thigh and scratches lightly, easing him on and reassuring him he was doing good.  Crooking his fingers Jesus thrusts slowly and moans as Daryl mimics his motions; adding a second finger and thrusting in time with Jesus. 
The cave filled with their moans and groans of passion, the smell of sex was trapped with them as they continued towards their respective releases.  
Jesus’s hips rut and buck uncontrollably as Daryl sucks harder and faster around him. 
They both speed up and thrust their fingers faster inside one another; mouths busy working each other’s cocks until for Daryl, the sensations are too much and he pulls away long enough to call out with his orgasm.  Jesus swallows around him and gasps when Daryl wraps his mouth back around his cock and sucks hard for a few more seconds until he feels Jesus down his throat when he groans roughly. 
Their fingers slow to a stop and they carefully untangle themselves, laying in the cave breathing heavily while they relax in their post-coital bliss. 
The light has changed and Jesus sighs “we should get back… I think it’s getting late.”
Daryl nods “let’s uuh… get cleaned up first… and we should definitely do this again.”
“Yeah? …all of it?” Jesus asks with trepidation.
“All of it.” Daryl nods with a smile. “That… that was a lot of fun.  Felt real good.”
They both make their way back down into the water and get cleaned up, packing away the picnic remnants and waiting to dry off before putting clothes back on.
“Stay with me forever Paul…” Daryl looks into his eyes. 
“Is that a proposal?” He smiles. 
“Uuh… I… I guess it is, yeah.” He half laughs and blushes with a smile. 
“Yes. I’ll stay with you forever, Daryl.” 
Climbing back onto the bike, Daryl pulls off and instead of it just being a figure of speech, they ride towards the sunset. 
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kingtwhiddleston · 2 years ago
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Ending The Walking Dead
I’m not gonna post anything here until tomorrow, I think, because I want this to stay around for a bit. My blog became a hardcore blog about The Walking Dead and Daryl Dixon. And became a huge part of my daily routine. (This is long, so brace yourselves).
This is for The Walking Dead: 
I know I'm two days late, but I wanted to let all you know that I did watch the series finale on Sunday night. 
And all I want to say is I'm so grateful. 
Thank you, AMC, Robert, Greg (saw your cameo there, buddy), Angela��� Scott, for giving us one of the most iconic shows that TV ever had. The Walking Dead wasn't just a show for many of us, and the impact it had on our lives will forever stay within our hearts. 
I didn't watch it from the very beginning, actually. I started watching it when season 5 came out. I remember being bored, and I wanted to watch something scary, and The Walking Dead showed up on my TV guide. I had no idea what was going on since it was an episode from S5, so I wasn't familiar with any of the characters that I was watching. I remember clearly being the episode in S5 where Dwight takes Daryl's bike in the burnt woods. So I stopped watching. Back then I didn't had a Netflix acc, so I started watching some episodes on YouTube and I stopped again because the episodes were not complete. About two months later I visited my uncle in the US, and he mentioned TWD to me, told me it was an excellent show and that I should watch it. I told him that I started watching it but stopped because I couldn't find the complete episodes, and so he gave me his Netflix acc (bless him for that). 
And I kid you not guys, I finished the 5 seasons in 3 days. I remember sleeping only 3 hours each day and staying up until really high hours in the morning watching this show that was so intoxicating (in a good way). I was obsessed. Quickly I became familiar with each character and I got to pick my favs very quickly (Daryl, duh). I followed with the story and didn't miss a second of it. 
Then season 6 came out and  in between that break the shows gives us from season to season I got to go deeper with each character. Watch episodes again and just drink them completely. 
With everything that happened with Glenn, Abe, etc., many people stopped watching, but I didn't. I had faith in it, and I'm glad I never stopped. I'm the only one out of my friends who never stopped watching, so I got to experience this whole river of emotions alone, specially on Sunday, so they won't understand how I feel. 
But I'm so happy and satisfied at how things ended. Everything was perfect. 
This series finale, it was truly something that I can describe as bittersweet. I got to see so many of these characters grow and become the better versions of themselves in 7 years… and when it all came to an end, I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I will never see them again in new situations and how their lives will continue from this point on. 
It's hard to swallow, but everybody got their own happy ending, and everyone got their justice, which surprised me because we all know that that doesn't happen too often with Gimple at hand.  
Now, with the major characters, I was so relieved to see them finally at peace with each other and themselves – because there was always something that pulled them back and filled them with guilt and craving revenge. But now I felt how everyone was calm and living their lives as if the apocalypse never happened. That made me incredibly happy. 
I never thought that I would cry that hard for Rosita - since she wasn't my favorite at some point, but her character development made me crave her a lot. She was a badass character who just made me admire her and feel for her. So when I saw the bite I felt mad and sad, but Christian decided Rosita's fate and I believe she did it on the whole purpose to give Rosita a peaceful ending. Her acting was amazing beyond words, and she looked more gorgeous than ever. Her relationship with Eugene has to be one of my favorites in the show, honestly. From hating each other to truly love each other as best friends, as family, is something that I'm glad I got to watch and take in. And Eugene made me so proud at how far he has come, his character development has to be one of the bests as well. I know that Rosita and Abraham are damn proud of his friend.
Maggie and Negan were such a good and healing thing to watch. Not only for them, but for us as fans as well. Maggie said it. She can't forgive him and I don't think that we can forgive him either, but he has earned his place and has showed that he has changed, that he is sorry and that he regrets doing what he did. But both of them, specially Maggie wanting to move on and putting the hate away, was incredible to watch. She was so strong and brave and determined that from the second I saw her on S2 I knew she was going to become a huge part of the show. And I'm proud of how far she has come, knowing how much she has suffered. 
I hate to say it, but I crave new era Negan. Let's be honest, if it wasn't for him, many people would've been out. He saved Judith, killed Alpha – risking his life in the process, which showed us little by little how he wanted to change and become a better person. Him saying sorry to Maggie is the cherry on top of the cake for me. It was beautiful and meaningful. Just by the look on his face, we know that he was sincere, and it made me sigh in relief knowing that he has become more human. He got to taste a tad of his own medicine kneeling with Annie (Who I love so much – she is so perfect for him) so it is sad to see that it had to go to THAT point for him to understand, but at the end of the day he showed his true vulnerable colors. Honestly, I cannot wait for the Island of the Dead. That show is going to be good. 
There were so many references from S1 with Judith connecting to Rick: how her sight got blurry when Daryl was carrying her (Shane taking Rick to the hospital) and how Daryl blocked the entrance of the room with a bed just like Shane did. It was so so so great to see her well and finally telling Daryl about her dad. She might be Shane and Lori's daughter, but she truly is a Grimes girl. She was incredibly brave, specially for a kid her age. She will become such a great leader in the future, not to mention Cailey's acting. That girl is going places. 
No so major, but I HAVE to mentioned them because I'm obsessed with them. Princess and Mercer. OH MY GOD. I rooted for them so hard. They are perfect for each other. It was so sweet to see them being happy and having each other's back in this final episode. A lovely couple indeed. Mercer is great as his own person. Great leader and damn handsome, gotta say. Loved his arc and how he chose the community over Pamela, showing that love for his community—which, again, is rare in this how to see that kind of sincerity in someone who is part of an army. A great kind soul, I wished we could've had more of him tbh. 
Ezekiel and Gabriel were so great. Got to put their past behind and move forward. Ezekiel ended where he belonged, being governor – a king. And after everything he went through, yet he smiled in the end, doing what he loves. 
And Gabriel…wow. Him opening the doors, knowing that he closed them at the beginning of his appearance, was SUCH A GREAT REDEMPTION ARC for him. He loved Rosita deeply, we all could see that, and he knows that he will see her one day. They were a power couple as well, but now he has to take care of Coco. Knowing how he took care of Judith in season 6, I just know that Coco will grow to be a kind yet badass soul, just like her parents. I find it funny, tho, how Coco and Gabriel got the same character story as Judith and Rick. The OG parents died, yet the father, who still stands, adopts her and takes her as his own child. Loved that. 
…. Daryl and Carol. There are no words to describe how much I love them to be honest. Whether they would've ended up as lovers, as friends, or if Carol ended up going with Daryl, I'm happy for them. They have gone through so much with each other from the beginning and have created such a strong bond (the strongest on the show). There was a point on the show where, you know, Daryl had a thing for Connie (guys, let's accept it. It was pretty obvious) but so many fans were infuriated with the idea of Daryl not ending with Carol that they forgot to see the main important picture: Daryl happy. I couldn't care less if he ended up with Carol or Connie, I just wanted to see my man happy. I love Connie! And I think she would've been amazing for Daryl. But Carol was the perfect match for Daryl as well. They just connected. But I'm happy at how things ended with those two. 
That 'I love you' from Daryl made me BURST into tears. We've never heard him say that before, so him telling Carol he loves her is something incredibly huge. It just shows how much he loves her, and who knows, that “I love you” can be open to interpretation. I loved how in only those three words, we got everything we've wanted for them. Their love and care for each other and how their bond is unbreakable, no matter where they are or what has happened, they always find a way back to each other. I know that Carol will take great care of Judith and RJ and will make them the most incredible kids around. With her manipulative skill onto how to trick the enemy… world watch out. 
I would've LOVED to see her go with Daryl, but we all know that is out of our control. I adore Melissa, and I believe her with every fiber of my being when she said it's not the last we will see of Carol. I believe that in the future we will get more of her, so stick to that and hold it really close to your heart because it will happen. 
DOG MY BELOVED FINALLY I GET TO SEE HIM UNSCRATCHED AND HEALTHY, I LOVE YOU. 
Daryl. It's funny that he was the first character I got to see when I turned the TV to watch it that first time. I remember trying to figure out who was the actor who portrayed him without Google and I said 'It has to be this Norman Reedus guy, it just fits' and I was right! There is so much that I want to say about him… 
From becoming a whatever erratic character to the leader and being one of the most soft characters in the show, Daryl captivated me from the start. He has come so so so far, that it makes me immensely proud of who he is now. His transformation was so natural and caring, which is why many people love him. A hard surface hiding the softest inside possible. I think the biggest part of his development, specially this last couple of years, is Judith. He, without a doubt, took care of Judith and RJ. And we got to see him become a father. A guardian to Lydia. Him telling Judith in the softest voice possible that she was going to be fine, made me cry because we've never seen him like this before. SO caring and soft about a person—besides Carol. 
Since he was a kid, he had such a hard life. With his father and Merle, his mother missing and the apocalypse happening. Rick and the group are the best thing that has happened to him. And even with his rough past, he never lost something that makes him, him. Loyalty. He has been so loyal to everyone: Maggie, Carol, Rick, Judith. He deserves his happy ending. 
I do not know how to feel abt the spinoff. Daryl is happy out there - he was made that clear from the beginning, and there is nothing more loyal than Daryl going out and look for Rick and Michonne, so him leaving the continent? Don't know how that will change him. But up until this finale, his character was incredible. 
I just wished he had his peaceful ending as well, or at least a closed cycle. But nonetheless, I love him, and he has become such a great part of my life that I will support him no matter what because he has taught me so much. I admire him as a character and Norman as an actor and person because both of them are so great, so caring and so soft. I truly hope that the spinoff will make him justice and just reunite him with his family. That's all I want for Daryl. To be happy with his family: Rick, Carol, Michonne, Judith and RJ. Have his happy ending surrounded by his loved ones and finding love. He deserves love, no matter who it comes from. I want my man to be happy. 
Finally …. Rick and Michonne. But mostly Rick. GUYS, I was not expecting them to show up. I thought that—ever since the spinoff was announced—there would be like a teaser of some sorts where Rick would be shown and explain where he has been. But we got him at the end! With Michonne it is kind of the same story. We already knew what was happening – her going out and looking for Rick (but her armor?! GURL YES. I just know, by the way her armor looked—the producers made it in reference to Okoye I JUST KNOW IT). But yeah, unlike Michonne, we have NO IDEA what Rick has been up to and through for the last 3 years in our universe (about 10 in TWD). 
It's around a decade, guys. What has kept him away for so long? He is THE Rick fucking Grimes, like, he would've conquered those who have him trapped ages ago. So we know we are dealing with something or someone major from other people our group has come across with.  He looks like he is struggling ngl but that perseverance of looking for his family and writing Michonne letters, who know for how long (daily perhaps) and just not giving up is just Rick Grimes essence right there. And I CANNOT WAIT to see him again. Andy must be so fucking happy to portray him again. I mean, you can see it in those two minutes he brought Rick back as if nothing has happened, and I'm so glad we got him at the end. Rick and Andy, both, are just the breathing essence of the show. 
We started with him, and we ended with him, and that made me incredibly satisfied and happy and excited for what's about to come. The universe is expanding, and we are not ready for Rick Grimes yet again. 
And something that I am MANIFESTING ON is THAT reunion. We get three different spinoffs. They MUST intertwine with each other at some point. Just think about it for a second. Maggie and Negan somehow go to NY, I think it is. But them being them - the show will probably go around on how to get back to Annie and Herschel in Alexandria and Hilltop, where everyone else resides like Judith and RJ. Then Daryl looking for Rick and Michonne, but going to Paris (wtaf) in the process. But hopefully the show will also center or at least not leave the idea of Daryl going out to find Rick and Michonne and bringing them back to the Common Wealth or Alexandria or Hilltop, where their kids are. And finally Michonne looking for Rick and vice versa but Rick having the problem of escaping those people just to get back to his family—which will happen, at least with Michonne.
CONNECTION. EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED. 
Sooo there will be a reunion with the main cast at some point. When will that be? We don't know, and it will take a long ass time for that to happen, but it will. MANIFESTING. All I want as a TWD fan is for everyone to be back together and be happy with each other. That's all I want, it would feel disrespectful for the characters if not. And hopefully it would give that sensation of a cycle finally ending. Because, let's admit it. We are all sad about the show ending, but we are not THAT sad because we know about the spinoffs. I want my family to be happy and together again. Because they are happy now, but still incomplete. 
I’ve already read so many comments of un-satisfaction and injustice about this finale that made me mad. People - no matter what - will always complain. There is always something that will not be fit for them. I’m just happy that we got everything we’ve wanted. We got Rick and Michonne back. That should suffice. But again, people will always complain. It makes me sad honestly because they don’t soak up the show the way I did, so they will never appreciate it the way I do. The show is a masterpiece and it ended amazingly. Period. 
The Walking Dead has filled me with 7 years of gasps, screams, tears, laughs, distress and love. All I have to say is thank you. Thank you for existing and creating this amazing world, where in a way I felt so safe. That mentally I could go to and feel at ease and share interactions with characters that feel like and are family to me now. Norman, Melissa, Andy, Danai, Lauren, Jeffrey, and everyone else in there, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you for giving me something so unique. Something that will stay with me forever. Thank you for making me and every other fan feel alive. We are the ones who live. We will forever be The Walking Dead.
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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years ago
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Hey! Congratulations on 700+ followers and Happy Valentine's Day! I was wondering if I could please ask for a matchup 😶
Name: Carniosso
Pronouns: they/them
Date ideas: arcade, ecological park, museum
About me: I enjoy the simple things in life and I'm always trying to have fun. Also, I'm stubborn, smart, curious, sensitive and observant! I love collecting souvenirs, learning new things and going outdoors. I'm a quiet person, because I never know what to say, that's why I get genuinely upset when being talked over, feeling unheard and being told to shut up
Fandom: genshin impact
I hope this is enough and that you have a great day/night! 👍
thank you for participating!!
valentines event
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Alright listen
Venti’s really sweet
Chaotic but incredibly sweet
He’ll talk enough for both of you, but if you want to talk about something he’ll hang on every word
Sometimes he gets so excited he’ll accidentally cut you off but please tell him because he’ll correct himself and apologize <3
He loves high energy situations so an arcade would be amazing with him
He’s so bad at video games but get him somewhere like laser tag? He’s killin it
The last arcade i went to had games like that + a bunch of games like DDR sitting around
He kicks ass at guitar hero
He’s like a child though he’s just running from game to game and eating crappy food and insisting you gotta go try that one game over in the corner
Play air hockey w him he’s very bad at in but insists on one  more game because “this time i got it! Ill win!!”
He’s not good at the games but he enjoys the time spent with you 
Dinner is fun with him because he’s just gouging himself on pizza and soda
Any tickets he got from the game he’ll use to buy you something
Maybe its some candy, maybe if he wins enough itll be a small stuffed animal
Im sorry he doesn’t win enough to get one of those giant pokemon plushies/teddy bears
But he tries! And he just wants to make you feel loved and appreciated
Just make sure he doesn’t get sick on all the sugar lol
Handful of songs to fit the vibes 
Out of touch - daryl hall & john oates Rollercoaster - bleachers Stay with me - better love Anything you want - jawny
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madstwd · 2 years ago
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Day 4 - Rick Grimes X Reader
"The problem is if I kissed you...I don't know if I would be able to stop"
Season: 4
Warnings: SMUT, Dom Rick
Words: 1.4K
Hope you enjoy the first smut, I have 3 days that are written but I have caught a cold so updates might slow as I am suffering but I'm trying my best, come back tomorrow to our first Daryl fic and it's a smut!
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Masterlist to the other days
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Your feet were dangling off the edge of the tower as you looked over it, the sun was only just setting as you first got onto your night guard shift. You enjoyed it though, it often felt like the only time you got away from the now busy prison community. You closed your eyes, allowing your face to bathe in the warm light the sunset was giving off. Rick watched from the doorway, admiring how your features looked when they were graced by the sun. “Hey” you spoke, shocking him from his daydream. He smiled, “hey”. You returned the smile, before glancing back to the tree line, watching as more walkers emerged and went to the fences. “Want some company?” He asked, grunting as he sat next to you. You chuckled, “I only just got on shift”. He nodded, “true, but i did bring snacks to persuade you” he said, shaking a bag of your favourite sweets. You laughed, snatching the packet from him. “You don’t need snacks to spend time with me. I appreciate your company” you giggled. Rick felt his heart flutter, he loved being the reason you made that sound, he would often find himself trying to ease it out of you multiple times a day. After the loss of his wife, he allowed you to get close to him, talk him out of the pain he was feeling. Use his anger at the world to protect the rest of the group, learn from his mistakes. He admired you for following him in the tombs to smack him one and drag him out, opening up the prison to create a safe haven for more than just the group. Something Lori had never attempted to help him with. “I saw them on the run today, thought you would like them.” He said, blush growing on his cheeks when you let out the adorable sound again. “Well thank you, you sure know how to treat a girl rick” you joked.
“Do you think we will beat this world? Learn to live with the horrible stuff we have done and what we have to do” you asked him. He sighed, unsure of the answer himself. He had done a fair share of bad things to protect those he loved, “I’m not sure. I mean the things I’ve done, I would have arrested myself for a few years ago” he joked. You laughed, “yeah that’s very true”. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, smiling in the cool breeze of the night. Rick kept sneaking glances over to you, smiling as he saw the small lantern illuminate your best features.
“It's rude to stare. You know?”
“Oh really? Then stop being so beautiful”
You smirked, turning your head to look at the blushing man. He attempted to smirk back but failed, the way you were looking at him caused his heart to stop for a second. He saw your pupils change with lust and need from him, a look he had never experienced, especially not from lori. “Bold move grimes, are you going to follow through with it?” You taunted him. Your words going straight to his cock, he sat there frozen, unsure of what to do. Part of him had always felt he wanted sex to be more exciting, rough and intense. Sex with lori was always a little too vanilla for him. He nodded to your reply eventually, a smirk forming on his own lips. “You see, the problem is..if i kissed you, I don’t know if I would be able to stop” he stated, his body moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall of the guard tower. “Who said anything about stopping?” you replied with a look in your eye that made the man putty in your arms.
With no other words the man stood, helping you up not even waiting a second before he crashed himself on you, pinning you against the wall holding you there as he crashed his lips against yours. He was amazed at how perfectly your lips fitted his, moving in sync with you as he sucked and bit your bottom lip, hungry for you, hungry for a taste of you. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, breathing heavily. You nodded, “are you?”
You didn't get an answer, he moved around you, his hands grasping the cold metal of the door handle opening it. He gently laid you down on the mattress left there by others when it rained. His hands ran under your shirt, gathering the fabric to bring it over your head. He sat back admiring you. He grabbed your wrists pulling you up to meet his lips again, his fingers working to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts from their prison. He groaned at the sight of your nipples hardening instantly from the cold air. He laid you back down, kissing your lips and then moved around your neck leaving a small trail of hickies towards your breasts. Once he reached his destination he trapped one in his mouth, kissing and sucking on it causing lines of moans to leave your lips, the sounds going straight to his cock. He grinned against your skin, his teeth grazing your breast. “Enjoying yourself, sweetie,” he teased. You nodded, lifting your hips to his, grinding against his hard cock. “Want something? Use your words” he said. You groaned, “your cock, please rick. Don’t make me wait any longer” you begged. He smiled, his fingers finding their way to your jean button. His rough fingers slowly undressed your legs, leaving your bare pussy to twitch against the cold air. “So needy” he smiled. He began to take off his shirt, his muscles contracting as it went over his head, you whimpered, rubbing your pussy against his thigh for more friction. “So impatient,” he chuckled. His cock sprung free from his underwear, the tip leaking pre cum, red and swollen ready for you. You smiled at him, closing your eyes as you felt him use the tip to gather your wetness. He smirked and groaned at the sight of you ready, hungry for him. The cold tower causing you to shiver under his touch. He would be lying if he hasn’t thought about seeing you like this before, squirming underneath him.
You gasped when you finally felt the pressure of him entering, a small hint of pain from it being so long since you had someone like this. He allowed you to adjust before he started to thrust into you. His thrusts were slow, your fingers leaving marks as they slid down his shoulders. His face contracted with the feeling, his thrusts began harder. “You can go harder Rick, you won't break me” you groaned. The man paused, stunned, shocked. His thrusts never stopped. “Poor thing hasn’t had a real girl? Go on love, break me” you groaned. He didn't need anything else than that. His pure animalistic desires came out, his thrusts were harder and faster but never lost pace. His hand wormed its way round your mouth, silencing your moans and containing your breaths. He allowed you to take gasps, the slight lack of oxygen allowing you to feel faint but still awake. He smirked as he watched you become cock drunk underneath him, the way your legs spread wider as he thrusted harder into you. The sound of skin slapping was the only thing heard. Rick almost came when he removed him hands and you let out the most pornographic moan underneath him. He felt your walls tighten, almost squeezing him out as you contacted your first orgasm. Your brain didn't even give you or him a warning. Your second wasn’t far behind. You clawed and held onto his forearms, your legs clenching his waist. He thrusted harder, desperate to explode inside of you, to enjoy this rougher sex. “More Rick,” you begged. He nodded, shocked that he needed more. You whined loudly, causing him to bust inside you, he thrusted into you waiting for your own release as he felt waves of pleasure cause goosebumps over him. You scratched his arms as your orgasm came.
He stayed there for a minute, both of you catching your breaths, your senses coming back. He pulled out of you, almost became hard again watching his seed spill out of you. “So Rick Grimes likes it rough?” You joked, Rick was stunned, the moonlight shining on you creating a perfect aftersex glow. “Lori never, she didn't um like it like that” he chuckled. You smiled at him, crawling over to him placing a kiss on his lips. “Good job I do”
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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago
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can we have a fluffy daryl Dixon, in which he has a daughter like a little bit younger than carl? and it is set on the first seasons?
yes this is amazing and it was so hard to write lmao
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"C'mere sweetheart." Daryl whispers, hoisting his daughter up into his arms as she babbles sweetly, her arms instinctively wrapping around her daddy's neck. My heart warms at the sight, loving to see him interact with her and be so gentle when he's normally so gruff and tough. "I gotta go for a bit." He whispers, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she whines, tucking herself further into him as I catch his eyes.
He smiles sadly at me, nodding me over to the two of them as I follow his instructions. The girl sobs in his arms as he shushes her, his jaw gritting just at the sound of her in pain.
"Hey, I'll be fine. 'm leaving you in good hands." She pulls back curiously, reaching up to wipe her eyes with furrowed brows. "Imma leave you with Y/n, that sound good to you?" She quickly turns to look at me, ignoring Daryl's laugh as she flashes wide eyes at me as I send her a wave.
"Hey kiddo." I grin, reaching out to rub her back as she soothes herself, calming down a bit as Daryl presses another kiss to her temple. "We'll just stay here nice and safe and wait for you daddy to come home. How's that sound?" I offer, holding my arms out to her as she nods, turning to Daryl once more with a smile.
"I'm okay." She says meekly, a soft smile spreading across Daryl's lips as he holds her out to me. She giggles as we pass her off, her arms clinging tightly to me as Daryl sways nervously.
"I got her, promise." I swear, watching him turn to look at Rick who's gathering his things along with Shane. He blows out a breath of air, leaning towards me to press a quick kiss to my forehead before running off.
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hypersonicxd-blog · 2 years ago
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Kinktober 2022 - Day 01
Bareback/First Time
Pairings: Soft Dark Andy Barber/ Reader
Warnings: Mentions of drugging and non con touching (Not Andy), sex, oral sex, bareback, first time, roughish sex.
MINORS DNI! 18+
Day 01 Oct - Bareback with best friends Uncle Andy Barber.
----- x -----
The cabin your besties parents own sits on top of the sand dune shrouded in pink and orange hues from the sinking sunset. The 3 story beach house intimidates you, never did you think in your first year of college you'd be roomed with one of the richest people in your year. Nor did you think she's turn out to be such an amazing friend.
With exam week just behind you, she offered you and your group of friends a trip to her beach house, you all agreed of course. The celebration much needed.
"Dude this is dope." Brad calls from your right, his arm draped over your shoulder. He'd been trying to get into your pants for weeks. Always being overly affectionate, you can't say you mind it. It's nice and sends tingles to all the right places. But you can't help but think something is missing. Something all consuming.
In all the romance novels you read, carnal, animalistic passion is the thing you desire most. Your best friends voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
"Just wait until tomorrow when the other houses fill, they'll be frat parties, hook-ups." As Taylor finishes her sentence she sends you a wink. She's been trying to help you lose your as she calls it - pesky virginity - since you spilled the beans about it in a drunken game of truth or dare.
"You know I have my eye of someone Tay." Brad replied tugging your body closer. You blush and look at the floor, choosing not to reply. You and your group begin the climb up the stairs, Tay and her boyfriend Branson in the lead, followed by Katie and Daryl who are then followed by Liz and her girlfriend Cheryl. Leaving you and Brad at the back.
"You okay babe?" Brad asks, locking his fingers with yours. You nod before finding your voice.
"Yeah I'm good just a little tired, finals damn near killed me." He laughs and agrees before turning to you.
"Don't worry we'll loosen you up this week, get you all refreshed and ready for year two." You blanch slightly as his words come across slightly threatening. You offer him a small smile. Your attention snapping back as you hear Taylor curse.
You reach the top of the step your eyes roving over the decking and the attractive god sat lounging on the sunbed, shorts draped low on his body, his glorious chest on display.
"Uncle Andy, what the hell are you doing here?" Taylor asks, disappointment clouding her face. The man jerks up staring at his niece in shock.
"Taylor?"
"Well duh, you don't have any other nieces or nephews."
"What are you doing here?" The god - Andy asks, his eyes roaming over the group before they settle on you, trailing up and down your curves. You shiver under his gaze.
"We're here for the week, mum and dad gave the go ahead." Taylor replies.
"Are you sure it was this week?" Andy asks, his gaze still locked on you.
"Pretty sure." Taylor replies, you watch her pull her phone out.
"Weird cause Trent said I could use the beach house this week while things are finalising with Laurie." Andy says finally looking back to his niece.
Laurie? A flare of jealously consumes your body, shocking you. You've never had such a visceral reaction to something before.
Taylor doesn't reply but brings her phone up to her ear. The group remains silent, shuffling awkwardly. Andy's eyes return to you, as he checks you out. You return the favour, eyes trailing over his glorious chest and chiselled abs. Your eyes bulge as you trail further down, his grey sweats moulding to an impressive looking bulge. You gulp as you see movement beneath the joggers.
Gulping you look back at the mans face, finding a smirk and his eyes locked on you. He winks at you before turning back to his niece.
"But Mom" Taylor cuts off.
"Ugh fine." She hangs up before turning a glare in her uncles direction
"Apparently they thought we were here next week." She huffs.
"Ahh. Well don't worry. You'll barely know I'm here." Andy says before turning and walking into the house.
Taylor turns back to the group. "Sorry guys. At least my uncles pretty cool. He'll stay out of our way.
----- x -----
Taylor had been right, mostly. Andy had stayed out of the way the last few days. Well around everyone else at least. He seemed to be around when you were on your own quite a bit. You'd had a fair few conversations with the man. Your crush growing further as he makes you laugh and teases you endlessly, walking around shirtless. The pants he's wearing getting tighter.
Or maybe you were just fixating on the monster between his legs. It's been a feature in your fantasies over the past few days as you held the shower head against your clit, Andy's name a whisper on your lips.
Tonight Taylor was throwing a party, so you were looking forward to that. She's picked out a royal blue dress to wear with a shorter skirt than you were comfortable wearing. But you thought fuck it. I'll be drunk enough that I won't be self conscious.
----- x -----
The night rolled around and before you knew it you were 5 drinks in and god knows how many shots. Your vision was blurry as you danced with the rando grinding against you. You began to get lightheaded as the LEDs strobed around the improvised dance floor.
Pulling away from the rando you walked into the kitchen and out onto the deck. Fresh air, helps clear your head as you hear the door open and close behind you.
"You look beautiful tonight babe." Brad's voice slurs as he wraps his arms around you from behind, his hard cock presses into your arse as you wiggle to get free.
"Brad." You start, cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat.
"Now now. You've been a cock tease since I met you. Now I'm finally going to take what's mine." Anger fills his tone as he grinds against you.
"No Brad, stop." You struggle to get the words out because of how tight his grip in. Swaying you try to turn in his grip.
"Yes. You want it. I know you do." Brad hisses, groping your breast through your dress.
"Let me go." You rasp as he tugs on the dress, revealing your bare breast to the cool night air. Your nipple pebbles under the breeze and he squeezes in painfully.
"Stop." Your plea is ignored as he pulls on your nipple.
"You heard the lady." A deep voice breaks through the lusty haze in your brain.
"Fuck off Old Man." Brad snaps his hand freezing, as he locks eyes with Andy who's now stood at the top of the stairs. Your eyes plead with Andy.
A murderous look snaps over Andy's vision as he approaches you and Brad.
"Old man, huh? How about you let her go and I'll show you just how old I am." He threatens.
Brad laughs behind you, releasing you quickly enough that you stumble into the railing. "Babe, just wait there. Let me deal with this perv. Then we can get back to what we were doing."
"Not going to happen." Andy says calmly.
Brad approaches Taylors Uncle, fists raised. "Come on then Old man." He taunts, while Andy remains still, unthreatened, calm.
"I've seen you watching her this entire time. You want some of her pussy don't you?"
"How about I let you have her after I've hit it?" Brad offers.
You watch Andy's breathing deepen, his body tensing.
"No thanks." Andy says.
"Fine, more for me. Now leave or I'm gunna kick your ass grandpa." Brad huffs, hands dropping slightly.
"Now that I'd like to see." Andy laughs, dodging easily as Brad throws a punch. Brad stumbles on his feet, catching himself just before Andy's fist connects with his face. Your friend - well so called friend - falls to the ground knocked out cold.
Andy straightens, heated gaze travelling over your body. Stopping slightly on your exposed breast, before snapping to your face. You cover yourself as he steps closer, his hand raising to move your hair out of your face.
"You okay sweetheart?" He asks softly.
"I am now. Thank you."
"Don't mention it, been wanting to punch that guy since I saw him hand in hand with you." He admits.
"And why's that Mr Barber?" You ask, voice slurring as the adrenaline you were feelings starts to wear off.
"Because he doesn't deserve you." You smile, before stumbling, drinks hitting you harder.
"How much did you drink sweetheart?" He asks, a worried look on his face as he cradles you against his body.
"Not that much." You hiccups as your vision starts to blacken.
"Shit, sweetheart." You can see Andy's lips move but his voice sounds far away.
"Y/N keep your eyes open." You eyes close as darkness consumes you, your body falling limp in the older mans arms.
----- x -----
You groan as your head pounds behind your closed eye lids.
"Sweetheart?" A worried voice asks.
You inhale, a masculine smell reaching your nostrils. Panic grips you as you try to recall the events of the night before. You remember Brad being handsy and then it's blank.
"No no no." You mumble, forcing your body to sit up.
"Take it easy." Comes a familiar voice. Your eyes open resting on a worried looking Andy sat on the floor next to the bed you're lying on.
"Andy what happened?" You ask, voice hoarse.
"I'll tell you in a minute. Are you okay?"
"I think so. Got a headache and feel a little floaty."
"Okay that's normal, the doctor said you'd feel that way when you woke up. I've got some water and asprin here." You look at the nightstand noticing a glass of cold water, ice floating on the top. Next to it is a unopened box of asprin.
"What happened?" You sit up slowly, taking the water as Andy hands you the glass."
"Brad happened. Asshole drugged your drink, started to feel you up. I was coming back from the beach when I heard you asking him to let you go. Knocked him out. Then you passed out in my arms, So I called 911."
He pops out two tablets and hands them to you. " Brad got arrested. So you shouldn't have to deal with him." He tells you.
"Thank you." You say taking the pills. A cold draft alerts you to the fact that you're no longer wearing your dress.
"What happened to my clothes?"
"Paramedics, cut it off so they could place some monitor things on your chest. They wanted to take you to hospital but Taylor said you hated those places so I said I'd watch over you and call them if you worsened."
You remain silent, processing everything that happened.
"You need to rest today, okay Sweetheart. Daddy's orders." He says, his palm stroking your exposed thigh.
"What?" Your eyes bulge.
"Doctors orders. He said you need to rest." Andy sends a confused look.
"Oh okay."
----- x ----- 
You wake up, noticing the darkness in the room, hearing the steady breathing of the person next to you. Your eyes trace over Andy's features as the moonlight illuminates his peaceful face.
He lays on top of the covers, fully clothed. You turn on your side admiring his beauty.
"Quit staring at me." He laughs, his eyes popping open.
"Sorry, I can't help it." You admit, a tingle starting in between your thighs.
"I know I'm beautiful, right?" He jokes, turning to face you.
"You are." He freezes for a moment.
"I have noting compared to your beauty sweetheart." A blush rises on your cheeks.
"I mean it. Ever since I've laid eyes on you. I've been bewitched. It took everything in me to not kill that asshole last night. Not because you were so obviously not into it. But because he had his hands on something that was mine."
Your breath hitches, the tingles turning to throbbing as your entire body heats.
"Andy." You breath out.
"I know. You probably don't feel the same and that's okay. I won't act on my feelings." Andy says, smiling softly at you.
"I do. When I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Then I got to know you and I thought there was no way you could be that person. Someone as amazing as you has to have some flaws. But you don't. You're amazing. I want you so badly Andy." You whisper the last part.
Andy's eyes flame with lust as he sits up, leaning over you.
"Are you sure sweetheart?"
"I've never been surer of anything Andy. I need you." You breath stutters as he grips your throat gently.
"Yeah, you need Daddy's to treat you right? Fuck you the way you've always imagined but never been able to find." His thumb rubs over your pulse.
"I've never -" You stop, a blush spreading over your body.
"You've never what? Had sex?" Andy asks, keeping his eyes locked on yours.
You shake your head and hear him curse.
"I'll stop if this is too much."
"Please don't stop... Daddy." You beg, thrusting your chest up.
"Okay sweetheart. Well I'm not going to fuck you, not this time. This time I'm going to make love to you. The way you deserve. I'm going to eat your out and finally get a taste of that pussy I've been craving. Then when you've cum on my face a few times. I'm going to stretch that tight little cunt on my thick cock."
His hand trails down your chest, to find the hem of the top your wearing he tugs it up and you sit up allowing him to remove it.
"But first, first Daddy is going to get a taste of your lips." With that he leans forward and captures your lips in a mind blowing kiss. His soft lips caress your own, his beard tickling your face causing you to shiver in delight.
Andy kissed down your body, placing soft kisses on the curves of your breasts before flicking his tongue against your nipple. The contact has sparks shooting through your body, your slick dripping into the mattress below. He spends some time appreciating your breasts before kicking the covers onto the floor and crawling between your legs.
His nose nudges your mound. "You smell divine babygirl." You blush as you wriggle, trying to get away from him.
"Don't be nervous sweetheart." He says as his tongue teases your slit. He finds your clit straight away his tongue swiping over the swollen bud. A growl vibrates against you as Andy eyes lock onto yours.
"Taste like heaven." He moans as he nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders. Something prods at your entrance and you moan as he eases a finger into you, finding your g-spot straight away. Stars burst in your eyes.
"Please Daddy."
"Already so desperate baby girl." He teases, adding another finger and assaulting your clit with his mouth.
"Cum babygirl, soak my face." His mouth latches onto your clit as he sucks. Your body tenses as you leap over the edge of oblivion. Your pussy pulses around his fingers, but he doesn't stop.
He adds a third finger, stretching you further as his teeth graze over your clit. "One more for me baby girl." You hear his muffled words, your body rising again as your hips buck against his face. You bite your wrist to stop from screaming as your thighs lock around his head and he throws you into another mind numbing orgasm.
He pulls his face back, eyeing you hungrily. Slowly he removes his fingers before launching up and claiming your mouth with his. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips. His wet beard smearing your release on your face.
After a moment he pulls back and climbs off the bed, dropping his sweats and removing his t-shirt. His cock stands hard and long. Throbbing and leaking at the tip.
"I don't think that's going to fit." You admit nervously.
"It will babygirl, daddy's gunna go nice and slow okay?" Andy reassures you. 
"Okay daddy." You nod sheepishly.
Andy climbs on the bed, settling between your thighs. His cock rests against your slit.
"Condom daddy." You remind him.
"Shit. I haven't got any. I'll just pull out babygirl. I'm clean I swear."
"Okay Daddy, but you have to pull out." He nods as he rubs his cockhead over your clit, making you shudder.
"Ready babygirl?"
"Yes Daddy."
With your words he thrusts forward his head slipping into you. You hiss as his girth stretches you more than his fingers did.
"It will hurt at first baby, but then it's all pleasure." He tells you.
"I can do it." You tell him.
Andy's eyes watch as he sinks into your tight heat. Inch after inch disappearing into your untouched body. He feels the resistance of your hymen and looks at you.
"This bits going to really hurt sweetheart." You nod and bite your lip.
Taking that as confirmation he pushes past the barrier in one brutal thrust that has you crying out.
"Sssh it's okay babygirl." Andy stays still allowing you time to adjust.
The pain slowly starts to ease as you gyrate your hips against him. "Fuck me Daddy."
It's almost like something snaps in Andy, he withdraws completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace.
"So tight babygirl. Milking my cock perfectly. Tell me baby girl. How good does my cock feel?" He demands, a darker side of him coming out.
"So good Daddy, you're so big."
"Yeah? You like daddy's cock filling you up?" He teases, one of his hands finding your throat, eyes locked on yours.
"I do daddy."
"Imagine how nice it would be to have my cum filling you baby girl." He moans as his hips connect with your arse. You whine as you pussy clenches around him.
"Already close? My little slut loves my cock doesn't she?" Andy pants removing his hands and lifting your legs so your ankles rest on his shoulders.
"I do daddy. I want it." You moan.
"Want what baby? My cock, my cum. Want me to fill you up, make your belly nice and round" Andy's voice grows harsher as he leans over you, railing into you.
"I want it daddy." You plead, no other thought in your head except being his cumdumpster.
"Beg for it."
His thumb starts to circle your clit, making your delirious.
"Please daddy. I need your cum." You whine, pussy spasming around his throbbing cock.
"That's it sweetheart, milk my cock." He groans as you cum around him, drenching his thighs.
"Here it comes baby." He warns.
You cry out in extasy as you cum around him again, feeling him throb inside you before heat fills you up. Andy growls as he empties himself into you.
He lets your legs drop and kisses you as he softens inside you, the mixture of your release with his trickling out of you and staining the mattress. You remain that way for a few minutes before he rolls off you and flops at your side.
"Fuck sweetheart, I haven't cum that hard in years." He tells you, making you blush before you remember he came inside you.
"Andy. I'm not on birth control." You panic.
He cradles you against him. "It's okay, I'll fix it."
He reassures you. You snuggle into him, relaxing, before falling asleep.
An hour or so later you wake up and head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up while you're there. As you turn to leave you notice a box of unopened condoms sat next to the sink.
What the hell?
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