#handsy daryl

[lilgoblinbitch]

inspiration given by @yummymeee (you are giving me good ideas thank you thank you lovely 🩵)

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daryl wasn’t one to fuck a girl on his motorcycle, yet here he was. letting you bounce on his cock while a cigarette hung off his lips.

“‘atta girl,” he praised you, a hand roughly gripping your ass as you slid up and down his thick length. his other hand was taking the cancer stick from his lips and puffing the smoke out, clouding your vision temporarily.

you ceased your movements just to snatch the cig from daryl’s fingers and bring it up to your parted, panting mouth.

“did i tell ya ta stop?” daryl grumbled. this time he placed both hands on either side of your hips and thrusted up into you, vehemence in his mannerism. a whine sneaked past your lips which hugged loosely around the cigarette, while daryl proceeded to jostle his hips against yours.

you took a hurried hit from the cigarette and offered it back to daryl. he caught it in his grasp but before tucking it back between his teeth, he smashed his lips onto your own, the menthol on your tongue a lingering taste on his own. yours bodies pressed together, the stifled cries of pleasure vibrating into daryl’s hot mouth as he steered your hips, plowing himself into you.

it was like a scene from steamy romance film — a careless woman unable to resist her intriguing biker-archer loverboy with a somewhat cloak-and-dagger personality, so she decides that seducing him in the middle of the night on his motorcycle is the right approach to her longing. unironically you probably had watched a movie similar to that back in the day; you lived for anything to do with passionate romance in literature and film.

and now, your lust for passion manifested into this moment, with your core hugging around daryl dixon’s throbbing cock that was pounding into you, while you were rocking on top of his sleek leather cushioned bike.

daryl’s hands kept their place on your hips, which you were certain would end up leaving marks on your skin. but that didn’t concern you, because the way the archer was ramming his cock into that precious spot in your sopping cunt made you high. so fucking high off his cock.

your tits bounced with each thrust of his hips underneath you. the cig was dangling from your mouth, the spark in it slowly starting to die due to lack of use. daryl noticed and swiftly took it from your mouth, placing it in his own, all the while his assault on your yearning hole quickened and became harsher. he couldn’t help but reach a hand up to your breast, fondling the hardened bud with his fingertips while kneading the flesh with his palm.

all of the stimulation was becoming overwhelming. “unhh, dar, gonna cum,” you whined, your upper body losing its strength. your shaky hands anchored your body by grabbing a hold of his stiff and broad shoulders. in your fucked out state you finally gave in and fully collapsed your weight into him, tits pressing against his hard chest as he bouced your bruised hips on his large cock.

daryl grunted with each thrust, the intensity of his pace escalating. your throbbing clit rubbed against his pubic bone, sending waves of pleasure coarsing through your blood. eventually daryl pulled you steadily by the hair, lifting you off his chest, “need ta see yer face,” he rasped, husky voice leaving you even more of a crumbling mess.

you bit your lip and gripped daryl’s shoulders to steady yourself and ultimately keep you from cumming right then. he took notice in your desperate fucked out state and slowed his thrusts. the cigarette in his mouth was almost down to a nub, so he took one last puff and let the smoke bombard both of your glistening bodies, then tossed it to the ground.

“i gotcha. ‘m gonna—“ he released a heaving groan, his voice giving out from the way your tight walls clenched around him. “‘m gonna fuckin’ cum in ya if ya don’ stop tha’”

your mind was hazy, legs trembling around his waist, ready to release yourself onto his bulging member that greedily fucked your hole.

“please, daryl!” your eyes brimming with tears, the sensations swallowing you whole. sweat dripped from the bangs that hung over his eyes, and under the dim glow of the firepit you could see in his eyes that he was ready for release.

daryl brought a hand down to pinch your clit. “go ‘head, cum f’me ya dirty girl.” and that was all you needed to hear in order to spill out all over his cock, making a wet mess in his lap. his hand reached back to your mouth, muffling your whimpers to ensure no walkers would barge in on the lewd scene you two were creating. soon he pulled your slick folds off his cock so that he could release his load onto your stomach.

the two of you were a sweating huffing hot mess. “wow, dixon.” you brushed the sweaty hair away from your face, “didn’t really think you’d actually fuck me on your precious bike.” you slung a leg over the motorcycle, feet hitting the leafy forest floor and bent down to ruffle through your bag for a cloth to wipe your stomach with.

daryl’s eyes followed your body. “couldn’t help it.”

you smirked, knowing you truly won if daryl dixon actually allowed you on his bike, let alone fuck your brains out on it.

hastily he grabbed your hips and forced you back onto his lap, another cigarette already somehow magically lit up in his mouth. “sit down, i ain’t got to hear bout yer day.”

you would call this an ideal evening — one which continued with you blabbering on endlessly while daryl admired your presence and the comfort of your thighs on his lap.

perhaps he’d end up going for a round two later.

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[sirensvcubus]

Daryl head canons

•He would kiss your head a lot

•boob man

•vey touchy like holds your hips a lot, handsy with kissing

•tries to teach you how to use the crossbow

•lots of pda touches you a lot and try’s to do things while your around the group,

•it surprises new people your together

•he’s very overprotective and jealous when guys try to hit on you

•he always talks about what would happen if you accidentally got pregnant and what a little family would be like

-he try to find you coffee because your first kiss was after a shared cup of coffee

•you have to beg him to shower and he only does when you promise shower sex

•he likes spanking you

•he loves eating you out or having you sit on his face

•he likes licking your panties and choking him with them during sex

•he does love you from behind but knows you like to look at him so he likes it more the way you like it

•he gets more pleasure when your pleasured

•he leaves bruises on your legs and hips from holding onto you while riding him and from eating you out

•he calls you ladybug because you hav a tattoo of one

•while hes held captive or if something bad ever happens he finds comfort when a ladybug flys in and lands on him

•he rubs your back and constantly finds ways to touch you when your doing normal activities

•he likes it when u surprise him after long trips or scavenging with sex

•he took a while to open up but now finds comfort in confiding in you because he doesn’t really have anyone else.

•he holds u when you cry and comforts you

•he makes sure everyone knows your his

•he like it when you casual touch him like his his arms or chest

•you constantly hug and hold each other

•he finds you little trinkets and jewelry because he likes how excited you get

•he teases you before he leaves to scavenge so that you go crazy when he gets back

•he loves caressing your arms after sex

•he likes touching your legs and teasing you by touching your thighs when he’s in the mood

•he likes watching you squirm

•he constantly leaves hickeys and bruises (not in a abusive way like a wink wink way)

-he makes sure you eat and drink before him when food is scarce

•he kisses all up and down your body

•he started trying to draw to remember cute moments of you

•his drawings come out like stick figures that make you both laugh but he keeps them and hangs them up

•you found an old Polaroid camera for him to use instead

•you left him a sexy picture along with the new camera for his birthday

•you guys got walked in on by multiple people due you guys always having spontaneous sex

•he goes crazy when someone hurts you and hes not generally

[twigg96]

Food Poisoning

Daddy! Daryl X Reader

Place: Alexandria

Warnings: Literally food poisoning, vomit, a little fart joke, Kids being kids about being sick, Sickness

POV - You

Summary - After having stew with some tainted meat in it your three kiddos (Phoenix - 11, Beau - 6, and Lillian - 2) get a bad case of food poisoning. Just as kids do Beau comes in to tell his parents exactly what happened feeling traumatized and violated after he "threwed up".

The night had started off so genuinely nice. Normal even. For the turn that is. You had made dinner from the rabbit and squirrel Daryl hunted earlier in the day. It had been a hotter day than either of you realized it would be. But you never let that deter you from your duties. Daryl had warned you that the heat of the day may have spoilt some of the meat. And that he had lost one of the rabbits. He got a bad shot on it and when he finally found it, it was long dead with an arrow deep in its broken leg. He simply added it to his string not thinking anything of it. Wasn’t until later in the hunt he thought better of it and decided to chuck it… well he thought he tossed the right one at least. After a while he wasn’t so sure anymore. So he asked you to be extra vigilant while cooking that night. To sniff the meat and make sure nothing was camping out inside before tossing it in the fire to be cooked. 

You had listened. Truly you did. You had washed and smelled the meat as you cleaned and skinned it. Nothing smelled bad and so you went as far as to make a little stew for the whole community with the meat and some of Rick’s vegetables he grew in his garden. Everyone in the community seemed to love it. They ate it up vigorously and basked in the post fullness bliss of a good meal. You watched your kids play out in the yard with the other neighborhood children. When night fell after the kids had gone to bed, you and Daryl even felt adventurous enough to get a little handsy before falling into blissful sleep. 

Or that’s what the archer would have liked to have happened. But seeing as he was ripped from the calming embrace of sleep in the midst of REM he would have to argue otherwise… “Daddy…” A small and timid voice had called out into the darkness of the night. At first Daryl had believed it was just part of his dream. The one where none of the hell they lived in existed and he and his family lived in the peace he once knew. “Daddy…” The voice whispered nearer this time. Cutting straight through the lovely dream he had been having. Blinking awake slowly Daryl growled, slapping around blindly for the electric lamp sitting on the bedside table. With a click Daryl’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Beau stood a mere two inches away from the edge of the bed, only his head could be seen poking from over the side as he clutched his teddy bear close to his chest. “Daddy.” Beau whispered shakily, his lip pouting out and his eyes wide and full of tears. “Yeah?” Daryl mumbled tiredly as he tried to put together why his son was in his room in the dead of night. Sitting up in bed, the sheets falling to his exposed chest he looked over to you and sighed. You were starting to stir. Blinking away the garish light. Damn… you needed all the sleep you could get.

 “What… what do you want, Beau?” Daryl asked tiredly, reaching over you to grab a cigarette from your end table. “Well..” Beau started shuffling his feet anxiously. Daryl cocked a brow at the towheaded boy placing the cig in his mouth and flicking the lighter trying to get it to light. “Daddy… I threwed up.” He mumbled with a sob.” The words froze Daryl in his place. Maybe he it was just his foggy sleep deprived brain that was miss hearing what his son just said. But as his wife sat up stare at the two of them like they both started to grow wings and speak in tongues Daryl knew that he had heard correctly. “What?” You asked rubbing your eyes. Beau sobbed nodding. “Lillian threwed up first! Phoenix got up to check on her and she threwed up on the floor!” Beau sobbed helplessly. The both of you stared at Beau in disbelief and disgust. “So…” you ventured to ask, crawling over to your husband’s side of the bed. “Did you throw up Beau?” The little blonde nods swiping away fat tears and it isn’t until then that Daryl is able to make out the new stains on his son’s shirt and pants. “After I farted on the floor.” He whined. Daryl and you share a confused look. Farted… on the floor? What the hell does that mean? OH FUCK NO. Pulling his cigarette from his mouth Daryl gaped at Beau. “What do ya mean… farted on the flo- Beau!” He huffed twisting to the side of the bed. “Did ya shit on the floor?!” he hissed. Feeling your hand on his arm he tried to calm down but the sound of their youngest starting to scream and cry from their shared room and their eldest yelling “Mommy! Daddy! Lilly needs a bath!” was all too overwhelming for him at the moment. “Daryl.” Your calming voice drowned out the madness as your hand squeezed his. “I’ll work on cleaning up. Just… find a bucket… or two… and get them bathed and back in bed. Please. We got this, we’ve been through worse.” And suddenly Daryl knew. You were right. You always were. 

Standing with a groan, Daryl was grateful that he was wearing just boxers when Beau walked directly into his legs for a hug. God… kids and their need to be touched when they're sick. Scooping him into his arms Daryl sighed the smell of vomit was strong, but nothing he couldn’t handle after the hell they’ve lived through. “Sure ya don’t want me ta clean up too? I can-” Daryl muttered walking towards the door, Beau’s head already nuzzled under his chin seeking some semblance of comfort. “Daryl.” You had chided, cutting him off. “We’re a team. I got it, don’t worry.” With a small nod he hummed walking into the kid’s room to access the damage… and it was worse than he imagined. Scowling he sighed not seeing either of his daughters. “Phoenix!” He yelled, shuffling Beau in his arms, starting to search for them. The piercing wail of his two year old would normally have been terrifying given the world they live in but seeing as she was in the bathroom with his eldest at the moment he was simply annoyed. The water for the tap was running and when he popped his head in to see what was happening he rolled his eyes and groaned. “Phoenix… baby. Are you tryin’ ta drown yer sister?” He muttered trying so hard to make light of the situation. Phoenix’s head whipped around as she stared at him, the tub getting dangerously full as she held a fully clothed Lilly in the tub. 

Moving to place Beau on the floor Daryl kneeled beside Phoenix, turning the tap off and taking Lilly into his arms, sopping wet and all. “I was just trying to get her and her clothes clean, dad.” Phoenix whispered looking slightly ashamed and embarrassed. Taking a deep breath Daryl sighed, bouncing the screaming toddler doing his best not to emulate his own father in this situation by screaming in the face of his own children. “T-Thank you…” He bit out. It was a start at least that’s what he assumed. “Now… do me a favor…” He muttered lowly. “Get some towels for me, and some clean pajamas for all you kids and come back. Yer all gettin’ a damned bath.” 

It wasn’t until the early morning light streamed through the blinds that the rancid smell finally seemed to be mostly gone. You had done your best to clean everything up with only homemade vinegar as your main cleaning supply as everything else was running low. The windows were wide open despite the cool weather but even that didn’t deter your three hellions from getting some sleep. The two of you had decided to simply toss and burn the sheets and pajamas the kids had been sleeping in and just use old ones until you could find new ones on a run. As the two of you stood side by side watching the fire in the brisk morning air you couldn’t help but laugh. “Wha’?” Daryl nearly hissed, glaring at you. “Nothing… just… kinda feels normal ya know? We haven’t had to do that since before the turn when Phoenix was little.” You whispered thinking of the time Phoenix had simply crawled into your bed and proceeded to vomit all over Daryl like she was in the exorcist. Daryl stared into the fire but a small smile crossed his lips. “Yeah… suppose so…” Holding your hand he began to rub his thumb along the back of your hand. Any sense of normalcy in this life was better than none he assumed.

[gothgoblinbabe]

Marlboro Red 100’s (pt.2)

Read pt.1 here <3

NSFW 18+

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: smut, swearing, mention of smoking, mentions of abuse (very brief), switch!Daryl and switch!reader bc I could not make up my mind about what I wanted I’m so sorry, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (PLEASE WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), oral (female receiving) and like maybe could be counted as public sex if you squint? It’s in a closed store in the back room idk decide if you’d have sex there

Ps I proof read this once and got a B average in High school writing please do not eat me alive for my mistakes

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“No way out of it, huh, sweet’eart?”

You frowned as if Daryl could see you over the phone.

“No, ‘fraid not, honey. Maybe you could come see me after work anyway?”

You and Daryl had a handful of dates since your first, hanging at each other’s homes and enjoying a couple nights out. Tonight was supposed to be another date but it was one you had hoped would be particularly special.

You’d gotten handsy with each other the first date and even more after but never had you two gone ‘all the way’, an idea that made you so excited you were on the verge of anxiety.

That was supposed to be tonight, but your manager had other ideas. Someone had called out and you were stuck with a last minute closing shift, which meant you had to cancel on Daryl.

“ ‘Works for me. How ‘bout I come there ‘round closin’ time? ‘Miss ya’, don’ wanna wait ‘round, ‘m impatient,'' Daryl joked. You loved to hear his low chuckle over the phone.

“I’ll be here, baby,” you hummed, leaning against the wall behind the register with the phone to your ear and your other hand on your hip.

The nickname, unbeknownst to you, had his mouth dry and his hands starting to sweat.

You both said your goodbyes and hung up, the minutes ticking like hours until the end of your shift.

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The clock read 10:59 as you walked towards the door to lock it, right as Daryl’s bike pulled up. You hurriedly rushed him inside, locking the door behind.

“Hopefully no one saw you, the cameras don’t work but I don’t want any customers bangin’ on the door to get in ‘cause they saw you,” you explained to him, looking out through the glass door and flipping the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’.

The little store was family owned and the security cameras in every corner of the store were meant to intimidate possible thieves but weren’t really operational. ‘Too expensive’ you remember your boss explaining.

“Oh, so I get special treatment? After hours privileges?” Daryl teased, running a hand through his long brown locks.

“You get a lot more privileges than that,” you let your tongue slip, a blush creeping across your face as you shook your head, pretending to be fascinated with your closing paperwork after you led Daryl to the back office. He sat himself in a metal folding chair across from your office chair as you leaned over the desk to your right.

“Yeah? Like what?” He inquired, leaning forward with his forearms on his knees.

“Like…” you hesitated, recalling the last time you and Daryl had seen each other, “hands on my ass privileges?”

His face mimicked yours at your words, red as could be.

“Y-yeah, that is true, uh-” He tried to play off his bashful stutter and leaned back in the chair, folding his arms and pretending to be interested in the beige file cabinets and black desk.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was flustered.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing, just…I like when you’re all shy, it’s cute.”

“I ain’t shy.”

“Just a little.”

“Nah.”

“Uh-huh.”

Daryl had a wicked idea, wondering if it would be too far.

He went ahead with it anyway, standing up and reaching underneath himself to scoot the metal chair right up to yours. If it really was too far, he knew you’d stop him.

In one swift motion, he placed one arm around your waist and the other under your knees and picked you up, earning a yelp from you and a giggle before he sat back down and maneuvered you to sit bridal-style across his lap.

“I ain’t shy,” he repeated, noting the grin on your lips you were trying so hard to bite down.

He leaned under your jaw to kiss at your neck, making you gasp and squirm a little on his lap. He left trails of open mouthed kisses up and down your skin, finally stopping at your lips.

“ you jus’ make me feel a certain typa’ way.”

What way that was, Daryl didn’t even know. It was a fire inside he had never felt before. He’d been with a girl before, sure, to get it done and over with, but he’d never once before felt the kind of lust you evoked in him. You made him eager to please, someone who’d kiss the ground you walked on if you really asked of him. Truthfully, he’d been itching to get his hands on every inch of you he could since the day he saw you behind that counter. He may not have been very experienced in what to really do with you, but he knew he could make it up along the way if he just paid attention to what you seemed to want from him.

“A certain type of way? Good way?” you managed to breathe out with Daryl’s teeth scraping against your neck.

“So-fucking-good way,” he muttered against you, now massaging half your ass with his huge, calloused hand.

You were still laid across his lap and Daryl effortlessly adjusted you to straddle him, his hands immediately returning to your ass as he attached his lips to yours.

You couldn’t help the soft sigh you let out into his open mouth as he pressed his tongue to yours. His hands massaged your ass and he scooted you up to sit square on his crotch so you could feel his erection in his jeans. You gasped, yanking a bit of his hair that was tangled in between your fingers. He let out a muffled, obscene moan at the feeling of your weight on him and the added pleasure of having you pull his hair.

“Fuck me,” he sighed, looking up at you, lips wet and a little swollen.

He didn’t mean to say it aloud but he’d be a liar if he took it back and said he didn’t mean it.

His words brought you back from heaven to earth and you remembered where you were, dry humping each other in the back office of the store.

“The sooner I get this paperwork done,” you started, tucking a strand of Daryl’s hair behind his ear, “the sooner we can get out of here and I can do that.”

He blinked up at you adoringly, leaning into your touch with his eyes still glued to yours. He tossed over an idea in his mind, knowing the door was locked out front and those cameras scattered around didn’t really work. It was a bad idea, he knew, surely, but it couldn’t possibly be that bad if the idea made him feel so good.

“Who said we had to leave here to do it?”

The office space, small but sizable enough to fit two chairs, a desk and a cabinet, had no windows and a lockable door. Daryl kept his eyes on your puzzled face as he leaned forward, still with a firm hold on you with one arm, and kicked the office door shut, locking it.

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was insinuating.

“In..In here? You wanna have sex with me in this office.”

It wasn’t a question, you knew what he meant, you just weren’t sure if he was serious.

“Think about it, how’s anyone gonna find out, hm?” As he spoke, Daryl moved one of his hands to the front of your pants, cupping your pussy.

You softly moaned, unable to keep quiet at the pressure of his palm.

“F-fuck, Daryl, I-” you tried to speak, silenced by the way he started to slide his fingers over your clothed slit.

“Hm? What, baby?”

The way he could make you such a mess with simple touch inflated his confidence and he took pleasure in teasing you.

“Are you sure you want to?” you asked honestly after he removed his hand to let you speak.

“Positive, I want you anyway I can have you, don’t care where we are, all that matters is that it's with you,’’ He admitted, “do you wanna?”

To answer his question, you brought your shirt up and over your head and revealed the lace bra you wore underneath. You tossed your shirt somewhere behind you and pressed your lips back to your boyfriend’s, guiding his hands to your chest at the same time. Daryl cupped your breasts and his fingers slipped up and through your bra straps, letting them fall off your shoulders.

The way he was kissing you was something you hadn’t felt from him before. He was basically fucking your mouth with his tongue, making your mind race with thoughts of how good he’d probably be at using his tongue somewhere else. You rolled your hips against his, grinding onto his dick as he moaned into your mouth. He reached his hands around your back and fumbled for a minute with your bra strap.

You chuckled a little into his mouth, pulling away just an inch.

“Do you need help, baby?”

He sighed and nodded, clearly frustrated.

“ ‘s okay,” you reassured him, reaching behind yourself to unclip the bra.

Daryl’s eyes fell from yours to your chest as you brought his hands to the material, wanting to give him the privilege of being the one to take it off you.

He looked back at you for reassurance and you nodded slightly to give him the green light. He held the straps in his fingers and delicately started to drag them down your arms, caressing your skin with his touch. The cups fell down and your bra was discarded wherever your shirt had been. Daryl’s jaw fell just a little and he took in the sight of your bare chest, his breathing heavy and his mouth wet with excess saliva, nearly drooling for you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he finally heaved out, immediately lurching forward and suctioning his lips to your nipple.

His actions made you gasp, tugging on his hair again in surprise. This made him moan, open mouth to your chest. You imitated his noises unintentionally as he continued to softly nip, lick and suck at your breasts.

“D-Daryl, I- “ you couldn’t speak coherently. Every part of you was overwhelmed by him in the best way possible.

“Hm?,” Daryl spoke in between latching his mouth all over you, “you wanna say somethin’, princess? That feel good?”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips at his teasing words, “uh-huh, y-yeah.”

“So pretty for me…” his words trailed off and he kissed up your neck and back to your mouth.

When you finally pulled away from each other, you saw the mess he had made of your boobs: shiny with spit and covered in light purple and red splotches.

“Jesus,” you chuckled, pushing your fallen hair out of your face.

Daryl stared up at you on his lap, breathless from not only kissing you but from the sight of you. You were beautiful, always, but like this? Ethereal. Other- worldly, with your hair a mess from his hands tangled in it and your chest marked up and wet with his spit. He wanted to say it then, the three words he’d been trying to hold back, afraid to scare you off and away from him. So he bit his tongue, gripping your hips a little tighter and dragging you over the tent in his jeans, determined to distract from his feelings.

You grabbed him by the collar of his old button down flannel and kissed him passionately, once again lapping into his mouth with your tongue. Your unsteady fingers worked at the top button of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. Down, down, down, as Daryl was still grinding himself up into you, you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed the fabric from his broad shoulders. When you tried to pull it off, however, he froze his movement and grabbed your wrists to stop you.

You were surprised, suddenly a little embarrassed and sheepish.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Daryl, do you wanna stop? We can, If you w-” you started to reassure him, but he cut you off.

“No, no, ain’t that, I want it - want you,I just..” his eyes broke from yours, looking nervously around the floor, “you remember I told you ‘bout when I was a kid… all that shit my dad did to me and my brother. Left a lot of scars…all on my back.”

You could tell he was trying hard to push out his words, like they had a bitter taste. You brought your hands to his face, gently cupping his cheeks and bringing his head up a little, forcing him to look at you.

“Daryl, baby, there’s not a thing you have to hide from me. I like you as you are, scars included. There isn’t a thing about you I think I could find unattractive. I like everything about you.”

This wasn’t just something you said to make him feel better. Truly, you loved every detail there was to Daryl Dixon. His calloused hands, scruffy facial hair, broad frame. The way he kissed you, held you, made you laugh. The way he made you feel safe, untouchable, like the most beautiful creature to bless earth. You could talk about nothing and everything and at the same time sit for hours on end in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

From underneath your gaze, your soft words made Daryl’s heart flutter the same way it had on that first date, the picnic in the park where you kissed him so sweetly. He believed you wholeheartedly. You, if anyone, would always be the person he could open up to.

Again, those heavy three words weighed on his tongue, nearly escaping his lips when he thought over what you had said. And again, he pushed it down in an almost cartoonishly loud swallow of his saliva.

Wordlessly, afraid he’d let his tongue slip, Daryl guided your hands from his face back to where they had been on his shirt, urging you to carry on as before. You did, gently pulling at the fabric as he shrugged it off and let you toss it somewhere in the room.

Your lips attached to his and the feeling of your warm skin on his chest was addictive like those cigarettes he always bought from you, inhaling the smell of you just the same.

You let your hands roam over his broad shoulders, down his muscular arms, back up again and down his chest. You teasingly dragged your fingers in a feather light touch right above his jeans, making him buck his hips forward and shudder.

“God damn, woman, ain’t gotta go teasin’ me like that,” he huffed, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

“No? C’mon, baby, it’s fun. You like it.”

He did, admittedly, really fucking like it. He especially liked the back and forth between the both of you being dominant and submissive.

You repeated your touch that made him shudder in the first place and dragged your hand to palm his cock over his jeans. He gripped your hips, diggin his fingers into the soft flesh.

“P-Please,” Daryl whimpered your name, “ ‘need you, need you so bad, dream ‘bout you-“

With one touch, he’d really become a mess for you.

“You dream about me? What do I do in your dreams, hm?” You spoke softly with your lips to his ear, hand still gently stroking back and forth.

He groaned, grinding himself into your hand and trying to pant out a response, “dream ‘bout your hands on me, your mouth, d-dream ‘bout bein’ in ya’, makin’ you - makin’ you cum.”

His words went straight to your core, starting a throbbing in you.

“You wanna make me feel good?” Your taunt had him nearly shaking, eagerly nodding his head and licking his lips.

“So what do you wanna do to me?” You spoke again, leaning back and removing your hand from his aching cock.

The ball was in his court now and he knew it was a purposeful throw to try to get him off his game. Thankfully, he knew damn well what he wanted to do to and with you, having worked himself to the thought of it almost every other night since you’d started seeing each other.

“Take off your pants. Sit in the chair.”

Daryl’s words made your stomach erupt in butterflies and you nearly fell off him to do as you were told, kicking off your shoes and socks and stripping off down to your underwear.

“Those, too.”

You, again, abided by his words and hooked your fingers into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down and kicking them elsewhere.

Your lover took a moment to admire your body, every curve and mark and inch of you. He sighed happily, and motioned for you to sit back in the chair you had been in before. You did, crossing your legs in anticipation. You watched Daryl move from the chair and get down on his knees in front of you, hands gently placed on your crossed thighs.

“Can I?” He asked, gravely voice almost lined with desperation.

You realized what he was asking, your face growing pink and eyes wide as you sheepishly nodded, letting Daryl’s hands gently guide your thighs open for him.

He let out a low groan at the sight of you, slick with want for him, your inner thighs wet and glistening just from rubbing your legs together.

He’d never done this before, but god - he thought about it - so often he was pretty sure he was ready to at least try.

Before you could even get your hands in his hair, Daryl was attaching his lips to your pussy, eagerly licking wide stripes up you and sucking on your clit when he found it. He ate you like he was starved for days.

“D-Daryl, I-“, you wanted to tell him to slow down, but his tongue was faster than yours.

He hummed from between your legs, using his buff arms to lift both your thighs up onto his shoulders, cradling his head between them.

“Feel good? Huh?” He muttered when he finally broke away from you for a moment and licked his lips, already wet and shiny.

“Little slower, baby, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” you huffed out, looking down into his vivid blue eyes.

“What do you think I’m down here for?” He joked, kneading your thighs with his hands, “besides, ain’t like it’s gonna be the only time tonight. You think you got more than one in ya’?”

His teasing intensified the fire in your lower abdomen, your hands coming to his hair again to softly tangle it between your fingers.

Daryl returned his tongue to your clit, licking in circles and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Truth be told, he had no idea if he could really even make you cum once, but he couldn’t help but keep up with the cocky dirty talk because of how much it seemed to turn you on. Now, he was on a serious mission to make you come completely undone for him twice in one night. The thought of it alone made his cock twitch in his jeans, feeling awfully tight.

You continued to play with his hair as he lapped at you, so lost in the feeling of euphoria that you weren’t giving a thought about the noise you were making. You mewed and moaned and gasped as he kept his mouth on and in you, pushing his tongue as much as he could into the shallow part of your hole. This really hit a nerve, sending a loud, broken moan through your throat. You couldn’t help the gasp of his name, still gently caressing his temples with his hair in your hands.

He mimicked your moan, hot breath fanning you and tongue still in your pussy. He kept up his movements after, digging his fingers into your thighs everytime you yanked his hair harder. The more pressure he applied with his lips and tongue and the faster he licked and sucked at you, you felt the pressure building in your stomach.

“I-I’m, Daryl, I’m gonna-“ you tried to sputter out but your own moan snuck its way through, the heat in your abdomen almost unbearable.

He just hummed into you, letting you yank his hair and push and pull his head as you pleased - whatever it took to get you there for him.

Finally you felt the knot in the bottom of your stomach come undone, squeezing your eyes shut tight and whining Daryl’s name, littered with obscenities. The euphoric feeling tingled throughout your body from head to toe. Where his hands and lips met you felt like fire.

You tried to regain your senses as he didn’t slow his movement, still sucking and licking at your sensitive clit.

“Babe, mh - babe, please, I- I’m too s-sensitive” you pleaded, trying to tug his head away as he pulled you closer by your thighs. He felt so accomplished and smug with himself for making you cum for him that he didn’t want to stop pulling those noises from you.

After a second he finally let you go and licked his lips, wet along with his chin from your arousal. He lovingly caressed your thighs as you steadied your breathing, legs shaking on his shoulders.

“So beautiful,” he huffed out, scanning your features with his cerulean blue eyes, “I could do that all day.”

“Yeah? We can arrange that.” You joked, letting him gently place your thighs back onto the chair as you sat up a little.

He stood from his knees and you took notice of the large bulge in the front of his jeans, that of which had been twitching and aching with every moan from your lips.

You drew your eyes from his erection to his abdomen, up his muscular bare chest and broad shoulders, all the way to his swollen pink lips and lustful gaze he had upon you.

He swore he could feel the wet patch forming on the front of his boxers at the way you sized him up, looking at him like you practically wanted to fucking eat him.

He’d let you, really.

“I want you, all of you.” you finally spoke, reaching forward and pulling Daryl closer by the belt loop of his jeans. With your other hand, you began to palm the front of his jeans, eyes never leaving his.

He gasped at your touch, hands flying to tangle themselves in your hair. You slowly started to unbutton his jeans, looking for any sign that he wanted you to stop. When he bucked his hips forward, you got your answer, pulling down his zipper and gently tugging at the fabric. Daryl assisted and kicked off his shoes, socks and jeans. He leaned down after he did so to lift you up by your thighs and onto the top of the desk. You yelped and giggled at the sudden movements and let him stand between your legs, placing open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. He experimentally ground his hips into yours, his cock centered with your throbbing folds. You whined, the fabric of his boxers feeling especially rough on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It became soaked through from the both of you, being the only layer of fabric left that separated you.

“You wan’ me to take you here, love you right? ‘Like hearing those pretty moans a’ yours.” Daryl was muttering into your neck, sucking red and purple marks so he could show any prick you were all his.

“M-hmm-“ you gasped, nodding eagerly and rolling your hips into his, letting him grip your ass and pull you closer, “ - want you, I want you to have me right here, Daryl.”

Your pleading made his cock leak even more and he couldn’t take it, pulling back from you momentarily to yank down his boxers and kick them away.

You watched his hard on slap against his lower stomach, pink and leaking tip twitching at the release. Your mouth practically watered, wanting to take him in your mouth.

As he gripped your hips again you reached for his cock but he flinched, grabbing your wrist.

“I- Sorry, sorry - “ you started to apologize in panic but Daryl shook his head, dropping his grip to cup your face.

“No. No, ain’t like that, ‘course I want you to touch me - but I’m not gonna get to please ya’ any good if im cummin’ in your pretty hand instead of your pretty pussy, huh?”

His gentle demeanor, reassurance and absolutely filthy praise made you blush red, nodding meekly as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. He placed a loving kiss on your forehead, then your nose, cheeks, chin and finally your lips, swallowing the giggle that had been slipping between them.

His leaking tip was so close to you he could practically feel the heat radiating off your folds. You wanted to pull him in by the hips and let him slip into you, fill you to the brim and make you whine and plead until you came apart for him in his hands.

“You sure you want this?” Daryl asked, reassuringly stroking the tops and sides of your thighs, “I’m nearly itchin’ for it but you know if you wanna stop sweet ‘eart, you can tell me.”

His sweet reassurance made your heart melt, warm and sticky and ooey - gooey all at your lover’s words.

“I want you more than anything - “ you replied, stroking fallen strands of hair off his face and behind his ear, “ - I’ve thought about it since the day we met.”

Your admission made his heart sore and he used his hand to hold his heavy member up to your hole, tracing the sensitive entrance with his wet tip.

“Fuck, thought about -” Daryl couldn’t help the rut of his hips, “- thought about it for so long, how you’d feel. Wanted to bend you over that damn counter and take you right there.”

You twitched involuntarily at the shift of his hips and gasped, moving a hand down to notch him right up against you.

He experimentally pushed his hips forward, slowly starting to stretch his head into the shallow part of you.

Pornographic moans fell from your mouth as he slipped in further and you scratched lightly at his back and hips, feeling the decadent burn and subsequent pleasure of Daryl pushing himself further into you until he bottomed out.

“Feel ok? Does that hurt?’’

You shook your head, grinding your hips forward in an attempt to swallow more of him.

He took your answer and began slowly pulling in and out of you, trying to rock himself steadily so as not to push too hard and hurt you.

You hooked your legs around his hips and used them as a vice to keep him close to you, pulling him in every time he thrusted forward. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stroked his back and shoulders, kissing him affectionately as he continued fucking in and out of you at a steady, teasingly slow pace.

“Daryl, please, faster, baby.” You huffed out, swiping fallen strands of dark brown hair out of his face.

“ ‘m tryin’ not to cum so - so damn fast, you feel so fuckin’ good.” He slurred out, gripping your hips so hard he’d leave crescent shaped marks where his dull fingernails had been digging into your soft skin.

He truly was, too enamored of you and the way you felt and so lost in your eyes that he needed to concentrate on lasting for you, determined to finish you off first for a second time.

The feeling of his tip hitting that perfect spot in you had you feeling full to your stomach, relishing in the way his pelvis rubbed up to your clit when he filled you.

Taking notice of that, Daryl watched your face contort in pleasure as he slipped one of his hands between the two of you and began to rub at your swollen clit, applying more pressure every time he was pressing you into the desk with his hips. He let a string of expletives slip from his lips as he shut his eyes, concentrating on both holding his release and helping you to yours.

He slipped his thick fingers down to where his cock was buried in you and back up again, slick with your arousal. He circled his ring finger around your clit and swiped the bundle of nerves, nearly buckling at the knees when you moaned his name.

“You like that, huh?” He asked, testing how you’d like the way he muttered into your ear and if it would push you any further. He nipped at your earlobe with his teeth, satisfied in the rising goosebumps on your skin and the gasp you let fall from your lips.

“Fuck - feels so good, please,” you huff as daryl picks up his pace and starts to knock the breath out of you with every rut of his hips, “don’t stop.”

He abided your command, continuing his pace and still squeezing his eyes shut to hold back from filling you with his hot cum. The scruff on his chin scratched delightfully against your neck and cheek as he rocked back and forth.

“M- ‘m gonna cum, babe, I’m-“ you tried to warn him, in too much pleasure to speak.

The pressure at the bottom of your stomach grew and your body felt hot all over. Daryl’s touch and the feeling of him hitting that sweet spot in you over and over again with a look of absolute ecstasy was too much for you to take, finally sending you over the edge.

You dug your fingernails into his broad shoulders and let out a string of expletives mixed with his name, panting and huffing as he fucked you through your climax. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, Daryl’s whines and the wet gush of your pussy, swollen and delightfully sore.

Daryl let go the same time you had, releasing himself into you and letting his cum seep from you and onto your thighs as he fucked it into you. He had opened his eyes to watch you come undone, and as he’d thought it would, the heavenly sight brought him to his climax in just a couple strokes. His brain was clouded with only thoughts of you and the filter from his head to his mouth had disappeared. His lips moved faster than he could register and before he could stop himself, he was speaking.

“I love ya.”

The three words sounded foreign coming from his own mouth. He would’ve thought it was someone else, had he not recognized his own voice. He had stopped the rut of his hips, still buried in you and somehow now absolutely mortified at what had just come out of his mouth. He was wide eyed and tried to speak but was interrupted by your sweet smile.

“I love you, too. I love you, Daryl.” You sighed happily, heart pounding at his admission and from the vigorous activity you had both just partaken in.

He couldn’t help the smile that mirrored yours, anxiety dissipating when you spoke those words back to him. You’d never seen him smile so wide as he tenderly cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for an affectionate kiss that felt more loving than any way he’d kissed you before.

When he pulled away, he tucked some strands of your sweat-dampened hair behind your ear and stroked your cheek, holding in a sigh at the way you contentedly leaned your face into his touch.

You were lost in his adoring look and had completely forgotten where you two were, naked and sweaty up against a desk in the back of your work.

You gasped in a moment of realization.

“Shit, I locked the door an hour ago and haven’t done any paperwork work to get out of here!”

“You want some help cleaning’ up first, honey?”

You grinned at the affectionate nickname, twirling his dark hair in your fingers.

“Please? Then maybe we can go back to mine and cozy up for a bit?”

“Sounds good, sugar.” He replied, kissing you on the forehead and the tip of your nose. You mirrored each other's blissful smiles, lost in one another’s loving gazes.

“Daryl?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

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I hope that lived up to y’all’s expectations! Pls lmk what you think and if I should write some more stuffs :-) thank u for reading!

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⚠️ TW ~ Contains Some Mature Content (NSFW) And Some Vague Mentions Of Abuse‼️

⚠️ Also Contains The Walking Dead Spoilers‼️

🏹Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include🏹

-Random motorcycle rides

-“Wanna go for a ride with me?” You’d ask your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

-“Sure. But what kind?”

-“Daryl, get your head out of the gutter.”

-Continuous, never-ending teasing

-“You got sumthin’ on yer cheek. Lemme get it.” Daryl would say, wiping your walker blood covered face. He would lean in close, acting like he was going to kiss you but quickly pull away.

-“Daryllllll, enough with the teasing. Just kiss me already.”

-The two of you going on runs together. He would always save your ass

-Listening to music together often. You two had similar tastes in music. Metal, rock, alternative, pop, rap, classical— he liked it all. And whatever you liked, he would usually like.

-Dancing to your favorite songs together.

-Daryl wasn’t too big on PDA.

-The only thing you two did in public was hold hands.

-Occasionally, you’d kiss his cheek in public. Nothing more.

-You two knew each other for yearsssss before y’all became a thing. The two of you were best friends

-You told him how you really felt about him first. And it took him a while to admit his to you. But he came around after a few months

-Going hunting and fishing together. Not just for bringing food back to your group but also for good bonding time. You and Daryl considered them dates

-PICNIC DATES

-One thing’s for sure, Daryl was loyal to you

-“I couldn’t imagine myself with nobody else, sunshine.”

-Him teaching you everything he knows about survival. He taught you how to track shit, how to build a fire, etc.

-Daryl loved to hug you from behind. He would always kiss the top of your head

-But he also enjoyed hugging your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck as he dug his face in your shoulder.

-Him always being the big spoon when cuddling but secretly loves when you’re the big spoon.

⚠️-He occasionally asks you if you still love him [insecure Daryl😢]. Mainly because of his abusive father in the past. But you try your best to reassure him. It breaks your heart… This especially happens after a big argument. [Poor Daryl doesn’t have enough confidence 😞]

-Jealous Daryl

-He would get jealous of Rick. He wouldn’t get jealous of anyone else. The way he carried himself, and the way Rick talked to you. The way he could make you laugh. It made Daryl insecure. But you always made sure to remind Daryl that you loved him and only him. And it helped put your man’s mind at ease.

-At one point, things got way out of hand. Rick was getting too handsy with you and Daryl completely lost it. There was a line that Rick crossed when he placed his hand on your hip and left it there and you became uncomfortable. It took a lot to get Daryl mad enough to punch Rick, but enough was enough. Abraham, Glenn, and Aaron had to get Daryl away from Rick before he beat him to a pulp.

-Later, Rick apologized (to you and Daryl) and acknowledged that he went too far and didn’t mean it in that way. And you both forgave him but Daryl never forgot it. He was always wary about Rick if he was close to you. But he knew he wouldn’t do anything. He was with Michonne now. Daryl still considered Rick his brother and trusted him with his life. Rick was just too flirty with you sometimes and that pushed Daryl over the edge. And it never happened again after that. Daryl figured Rick learned his lesson.

-His way of showing you love and affection are acts of service and gifts. Although you thrive on giving him words of affirmation, spending quality time with him, and using physical touch.

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-Daryl and you loved passionate, hot, lust-filled kisses and makeout sessions. But the two of you also enjoyed the gentle, soft, kisses filled with nothing but love. It just depended on your moods

-In the bedroom, Daryl was often on top, but didn’t mind when you got on top. He enjoyed watching your face as he made love to you, but also liked when you would ride him.

-He was a giver and a receiver, but mainly wanted to pleasure you. He focused on you. He worshipped you.

-Daryl wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t get caught when making love, by a walker or someone else. And he wanted to ensure your safety. Although having sex in the woods or fucking on his motorcycle has crossed his mind more than once. He wanted to make sure it was alright with you first. But he preferred your intimate times in a warm, soft, big bed.

-He definitely has a daddy kink.

-Daryl loves to experiment and is down to try anything. He just wouldn’t be willing to try anything that could hurt you.

-Wax playyyyy

[e-m-christina]

Carl Grimes’ Affection Would Include:

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader  Set: S7/8 (Carl is around 17).  Warnings: Fluff, light NSFW, protective Daryl. MASTERLIST – REQUESTING INFO

Carl’s love language is physical affection and making sure you are safe.

Holding hands is one of Carl’s favourite ways to show is affection towards you in public. 

He isn’t really a PDA type of guy, but he still likes to be close to you.

He also likes to wrap his arm around your waist or around your shoulder. 

Carl is also a massive cuddler. 

Whenever you spend the night together, you can be sure that you’ll be wrapped up in his arms. 

He prefers being the big spoon but doesn’t mind being the small spoon after a long day.

He will practically just lay on top of you sometimes. On many occasions you have almost suffocated.

He likes to sneak up on you and hug you from behind.

He also loves your lips. 

He loves how soft and warm they are against his. 

He also loves to kiss you. 

Any type of kiss, he  isn’t picky. 

Short pecks.

Long and slow kisses.

Frantic and passionate make outs.

Forehead kisses.

Neck kisses.

Cheek kisses.

Nose kisses.

Shoulder Kisses.

Inner thigh kisses.

He greets you by placing a kiss on your hand, which actually started out as a joke at first, but you guys thought it was cute and kept doing it. 

When you are alone, he is more handsy.

He loves how easily flustered you become when he runs his hands under the hem of your shirt during make-outs.

He loves how your skin feels under his touch.

He also loves how you feel under of him.

Your curves drive him crazy.

During heated kissing sessions, he loves to grope and squeeze your breasts, thighs and ass.

It being the apocalypse and all, Carl never really thought about girls or sex, but after meeting you, his thoughts went full teenage-boy mode.

Of course, Rick and Michonne gave you the sex talk which was embarrassing for everyone involved.

Daryl also keeps a close eye on Carl, in case he gets too handsy with you. He may or may not have also threatened Carl with his crossbow. He knows what teenage boys are like.

As well as showing physical affection, Carl liked to spend quality time with you.

You would spend hours reading comics together.

You’d talk for hours about random subjects, such as what highschool would have been like, bickering over which superhero was the best and wondering what the hell Eugene does in his spare time. 

Overall, Carl will show his affection in any way possible, as long as you were happy with it.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Which so you think is funnier? Molly holding her liquor as well as Doc Brown or being the only one besides her father to handle it thanks to Irish/Bostonian genes?

Molly can drink ppl under a table, Daryl is a lightweight.

Molly however gets flirty after a while and so her partners have to deal with a handsy Molly

[minervadashwood]

Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 11

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Summary: Lazy Friday. This chapter contains: Nudity, mentions of child abuse Word count: 2.5K Note: This chapter is a bit different from the others. Not much plot happening, just some domesticity and slice of life moments. I typically like all my chapters to propel the story in a significant way, but I also enjoy writing about simple things that make up a life. Let me know if you enjoy these slow moments!

You laid on the couch with Daryl. He had his back against the armrest and you sat between his legs.

You sighed happily. “Just think: we get to do this for the next two days.”

“Mmmhmm,” Daryl mumbled, holding you close. "'m gonna need something' ta eat 'fore I hike yer skirt back up. Ya still got that delivery shit on yer phone?"

You sat up, full of excitement. Daryl leaned forward, keeping you in his arms. 

“No delivery today,�� you announced. “I’m making dinner!”

Daryl nuzzled your cheek. “Didn’ know ya could cook. Yer full’a surprises, a’int’cha.”

You wiggled in his grasp trying to stand up. Once you were free, you smiled at him. “Good surprises, I hope.”

Daryl stood up, too, then put his arms around you until his hands were palming your ass again. “Mmmhmm, real good.”

“Don’t get me wound up again. You said you were hungry.” You slipped away from his hold, reaching for the remote to your smart-tv and your glasses. You put your glasses on and handed him the remote.  “You stay here. Watch whatever you want while I’m gone.”

However, by the time you were in the other room, Daryl was again at your back, large hands sliding around your hips.

His voice rumbled in your ear. “What for? I missed ya somethin’ awful--I wanna talk to ya.”

Reaching for your apron, you tried to put some distance between the two of you, but Daryl stayed close. You turned to face him. “My kitchen, my rules, Dixon.  You’re too handsy to be in here when I’m cooking.”

He traced your neckline with his nose and kissed your sensitive skin. “Why doncha jus’ order some Chinese or somethin’?”

Pushing him away, you replied, “Because I have been planning this meal all week, and I want to make it. For you. Okay?” You did your best to stare him down, but that was hard to do when you had to strain your neck to look up at him.

“Fer me?” he murmured, eyes narrowed.

“Yes, ‘fer’ you. Now get.” You slapped him gently with your Hannibal apron and started putting it on. Screen-printed on the front of the garment was Mads Mikkelson, as Hannibal Lecter, holding a butcher knife that dripped blood. The blood droplets went on to form the words. “Kiss the Cook,” in an unsettling blood-red print.

Daryl grunted at you and backed up a few steps, looking you up and down. “Whatcha gonna fry up?” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. 

You stared at him, refusing to be distracted by his handsome face. “You, if you don’t get out of here!”

He threw up his hands in surrender and backed out of the room.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the fridge and got to work.

Daryl sighed as he sat down on your couch. The furniture, the room, it was all much more cozy and welcoming than he remembered, but he had spent the last week sitting in a folding chair and sleeping on the floor. Your apartment was so much more inviting than  the house he’d been working on. The couch he sat on had a couple of throw pillows, as did the two chairs, and knitted afghans were draped over the back of each piece of furniture. He noticed lace curtains, dark violet, almost black, hung over the windows, and that you also had black-out curtains currently drawn back. Hopefully those let you sleep in when you needed it. Daryl didn’t want you getting too tired or worn out from your busy days.

Almost subconsciously he took in the details of the room, noting colors  and decor that you’d added. Later, he might be able to recall them so that the house he would share with you could feel just as cozy and warm as your apartment did right now.

With the remote, Daryl “woke up” the TV and put on a documentary series about crab fishermen. It was a series he liked to watch when it was on. The hardened determination of the boat captains and the perseverance of the crew were all things Daryl could relate to.  However, after the opening theme played, Daryl’s eyes started drooping. It wasn’t long after until he found himself slumping deeper into the couch. A moment later, his unshod feet were up on the cushion, his legs stretching to the other end.  A dark teal afghan was nearby, and soon he covered himself with it. The blanket smelled just like you, and the couch smelled like you both. Just as the soft yarn of the afghan soothed his skin, the intermingling of your scents wrapped around his soul, lulling him into a carefree slumber.

In the kitchen you finished plating. You knew Daryl probably wouldn’t mind a less than perfect plate of food, but you wanted him to feel special, wanted this evening to be special. For both of you.

Satisfied with the arrangement of the food, you opened the freezer and took out the two beer mugs that had been frosting in there most of the day. You filled each with beer. Then, you balanced the plates and mugs and carried everything to the living room.

An episode of The Deadliest Catch was nearing its end, and you absently wondered if you should put on a John Coltrane album or something by Miles Davis. However, once you fully entered the room, the sight of Daryl asleep on your couch took your breath away. You quietly set the plates and mugs on the coffee table, dinner momentarily forgotten as you watched your mate. 

You were captivated by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath one of your first knitting projects. When you looked at the teal blanket, you saw every imperfection, yet the afghan was dear to you. You remembered clearly knitting it, hours upon hours. Woven into the yarn were memories.  To see Daryl wrapped up in it, the edge of the blanket tucked under his chin, filled you with a sense of comfort and belonging.

This was the first time you saw Daryl entirely relaxed. No tension in his brow or jaw, no scowl upon his mouth. His lips parted slightly with each exhale, steady and slow. That Daryl, your fierce alpha, could relax so fully in your cozy apartment had you proud and full of adoration for the man in your living room.

You sank into the nearby chair and watched him for a little longer.  Eventually you succumbed to your hunger and quietly ate your dinner. Afterwards, you put away Daryl’s plate, and drank his beer. Whenever he finished with his nap, you’d serve it all to him again.

In the meantime, you put on an episode of Survivorman. Les Stroud was fascinating to watch. You’d never had a desire to try your hand at wilderness survival, but the problem solving skills, the ingenuity, always sparked your insatiable need to learn.  Although your chosen field was anthropology, all aspects of life intrigued you. From the symmetry and balance of plate tectonics to the predictable rhythm of a Shakespearean sonnet.  The world humans lived in, and the way humankind navigated it, was always fascinating.

Keeping the tv on a low volume, you quietly took out your current knitting project: a scarf. It was striped, somewhat, with the main color in big blocks of 10 rows, separated with a contrasting color of single rows in between each block. The large blocks were the exact blue of Daryl’s eyes; the contrasting color matched your own.  The scarf was coming along nicely and fairly quickly. You carried it around with you everywhere, using a spare moment here and there to work a few stitches or a few rows. You could only make it when Daryl wasn’t nearby. So it was vital that you finished his gift before he finished his work on the house.

Taking a pair of unused bamboo needles from your knitting kit, you carefully transferred your project from your metal needles to the wooden ones. The bamboo needles slowed your work significantly, as they were of a slightly tougher texture, however, they did not clang with each stitch. You had other gifts to make that others couldn’t see. Ro would get a knitted beanie along with some matching fingerless gloves. You thought of knitting Merle a chunky sweater. You could do it if the yarn was thick enough and the needles large enough. Of course, you would never make Daryl a sweater. The boyfriend curse loomed too large in your mind to even contemplate such a project.

As evening melted into night, without Daryl not so much as stirring, you realized how tired he must be. Had he been working too hard? Not sleeping well?  You had some trouble sleeping, yourself. Waking in the middle of the night, overwhelmed with a phantom loneliness, an ache inside that you’d not felt before meeting Daryl.  You often had to cover up with his denim jacket, clutching to it like it were your mate. Did Daryl have the same trouble sleeping without you?

Your eyes stung at the thought. You wanted only good things for Daryl, a steady job that was gratifying but not taxing, a cozy and safe place to sleep at night, and dreams filled with hope and laughter.  Soon that would happen. Soon you’d fall asleep beside him every night, and maybe Daryl looked forward to that time as much as you did.

When Daryl woke up, the apartment was still and quiet. Were it not for the campus lights shining brightly outside your window, he might have forgotten where he was. He sat up and checked the time on his phone and saw it was just after 3 A.M. Guilt came swiftly, as did regret. He’d slept away the whole evening and half the night, wasting time alone on the couch instead of spending it cuddling (or fucking) you.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he saw you’d left him a message telling him his food was in the fridge and to come to bed if he wanted.

As if on cue, his stomach rumbled and he made his way into the kitchen.

After eating the plate of food (each bite was more delicious than the last), he quietly washed his plate and utensils.

In the bedroom you were asleep on the bed with the soft light from a table lamp shining next to you. You still had your glasses on, and they sat crookedly. Slowly he removed them and set them on the bedside table before watching you again. 

You were on top of the covers, curled up beneath another afghan and his denim jacket. His heart pounded fiercely; he found the sight both soothing and scintillating. A comfort to see you nestled so, yet despair that he was not beside you.

The day’s stink and labor clung to him, so he resolved to take a quick shower before joining you. He wanted to sleep skin-to-skin, no barriers between you, aside from his unbuttoned shirt. He’d happily pass the entire weekend like that, with your naked body pressed against him.

The sound of the shower woke you up, and rather than be annoyed at the sound, a grin formed on your face. You hurriedly rid yourself of your tshirt and scrambled to the bathroom, eager to join your mate under the hot water and touch every bit of him with a soapy sponge.

You walked into the bathroom and pulled back the  shower curtain just enough to poke your head in.

“Boo!” you announced, giggling. 

Your laughter ceased abruptly when your eyes landed on Daryl’s back. You gasped, stepping into the shower/tub combo. As you did, Daryl turned swiftly around, nearly slipping on the wet porcelain until you steadied him.

“Daryl,” you half-whispered, touching his chest. “What happened?”

Daryl tried to back away from you, holding a washcloth in one fist, but there was nowhere for him to go.

His eyes were frantic, as if he were caught by something (or someone) intent on hurting him.

“Alpha,” you soothed, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek. “It’s just me, just us.”

He blinked at you, droplets of water sticking to the ends of his eyelashes, making him even more alluring.

“‘S nothin’,” he murmured. “‘Ya caught my shadow is all.”

“I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Ya--ya ain’t s’pposed ta see me like this.”

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. “Naked? Wet? I’m your true mate, aren’t I? Why would you hide from me?”

Daryl huffed. His frantic expression changed into a blank look. Without turning around, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, avoiding your eyes.

You followed him out, and you both stood silently, dripping on the rug. You watched Daryl reaching backward for a towel, almost adamant you not see him fully.

Your skin slick from the water, you cornered him, pressing your body into his and throwing your arms around him. Your tears joined the water dripping from your wet hair. “Please don’t hide from me, love,” you begged. “I care for all of you, not parts of you.”

Daryl let out a shuddering breath. A few seconds passed, and he gave up his search for a towel and reached for you instead.

He kissed you, holding tightly to your jaw with both hands, molding his lips to yours until you almost melted to the floor with the passion of his kiss. He pulled away enough to look down into your eyes. Then, he lifted your arms away from his middle, and he turned around.

You traced the scars with a finger, touching each one. As you did this, you found it alarmingly easy to imagine the pain they’d caused, even though you’d never experienced anything like it. Was that due to your connection? Even without you being claimed and wearing his mark?

Daryl’s breathing slowed, and he held himself still. Eventually, he spoke.

“I was young, prolly ‘bout fourteen. Not tall ‘nough ta look tha’ ol’ man in ‘is eyes. Merle was long gone--Marines took ‘im. Jus’ me an’ my old man. No one else ta hit but me.”

You kissed his back and smoothed your hands over the toned muscles there. “What about your mom?”

“She took the easy way out.”

It took a moment before you understood. Suicide.

Daryl grabbed a towel and put it around you. ”Jus’ don’ tell Merle.”

“Merle doesn’t know?”

Daryl shook his head, causing his wet hair to hang over his eyes.

You put a hand on his chest. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He put his hand over yours, gazing at you through the tendrils of his wet hair. “He’ll blame himself.” Daryl took a deep breath. “A’int his fault. Couldn’t’ve been.”

You didn’t quite understand but you whispered, “Okay,” and put your forehead in the crook of his shoulder.  “I promise.”

Daryl used his free hand to lift your chin so you were looking at him. “I know I ain’t much to look at, not like this. I’d get if ya don’ wan’ me no more. “

“Daryl,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes. “I think you’re gorgeous. I have since I first saw you. You have the most beautiful eyes, and you’re so strong. Look at all these muscles.” You grinned and ran your hands along his arms. Noticing a blush on his ears and creeping up his chest, you went on. “Everything about you I find wonderful, beautiful, including what I just saw tonight. You’re my mate, Alpha. Nothing could stop me from wanting you.”

He turned again, now facing you with a towel in his hand. He wrapped you in it and lifted you off the floor.

He carried you to the bedroom and put you down near the bed, drying you off before taking the towel to himself and tossing  it to the side.

You both got into bed. Daryl leaned with his back against the headboard and you kneeled next to him. 

“I want to have your pups,” you said, watching him. “I’ve always wanted a pack, a family, Daryl. Something to be part of, with a mate and pups to love. I was all alone growing up, and it sounds like you were, too, at least some of the time. As long as we’re together, neither one of us will be alone again.”

You lay down beside him, resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat in your ear.

“It really don’t bother ya?” He whispered, tracing a finger behind your ear.

You peered over at him. “No, Alpha. To me, you are strong; you’re perfect. Made for me.”

“Yer perfect, too, Bubbie.” Daryl whispered, holding you close and pulling the covers over you. He kissed your forehead and pressed you tightly against him. 

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Back Me

You and Daryl form a friendship at the quarry camp

Warnings: cursing, violence

Reader is Shane's adopted sister

Honestly? When Shane called you thought he was over exaggerating, surely whatever was going on wasn’t as serious as he was making it out to be, right? Hell this was the older brother who beat up kids for telling you that you were adopted yet you’d been told by your parents at a young age. They hadn’t been able to have any more kids after Shane and your biological mother had passed away not long after having you leaving no family that would step up. So surely this was just Shane acting like Shane,right?

Yet sitting on the interstate,seeing the miles of cars backed up made the  small knot in the pit of your stomach triple in size. “Aunt Y/N” you heard Carl calling your name so you turned from your position sitting on the hood of Shane’s car to look back at him “Yeah kid?” “When are we gonna get moving? I’m really hungry” you gave him what you hoped was a genuine smile “Soon. Your mom and Shane walked a little ahead to see what the hold up is. Check my purse, I know for a fact there’s some crackers and a couple slim jims in it” his face lit up and you had to stifle a laugh seeing him hop into the backseat where your purse and go bag were stowed away on the floorboard.

The gun Shane had given you when he picked you up from your apartment was digging into your side slightly but he told you to keep it close. If things were going to get worse than they already were you had a feeling it would be needed. About the time you heard the sounds of fighting from a way down airplanes flew overhead.

You were getting curious and about to ask the lady from the next car over Carol to keep an eye on Carl when you saw the top of Shane’s head peeking through the crowd. One look at his face told you something was wrong. You hopped off the hood and the moment he made it to your side he pulled you close to whisper into your ear “Stay calm but we gotta move. They just bombed Atlanta”

The camp that all of you built up at the quarry was small but structured well enough. Dale’s RV was at the center as a lookout post considering the rest of you simply had cars. Tents were formed in a loose circle, far enough to give occupants some privacy but close enough should someone need help they could get it fast enough.

Everyone for the most part got along, knowing that it was important to survival, to have humans close by. Having a group could mean the difference between life and death. Of course every rule had an exception and to your group that exception came in the form of the Dixon brothers. Daryl on his own wasn’t that bad from your experience.

He was quiet and maybe followed his brother’s lead a little too much but he didn’t mind protecting the group or hunting for food. Merle on the other hand was a top grade asshole. He was racist to TDog and Morales. He constantly hit on most of the women in camp and was drugged up more times than not.

You were walking through the camp when you felt someone behind you a half second before Merle’s hand came into contact with your ass. Without hesitation you spun catching him square on the jaw with a hard punch. He stumbled cursing you for being an uppity bitch. “Word of advice asshole, if I wanted you to smack my ass I’d say so” 

Someone must have alerted Daryl and Shane because they both came running. Shane stood between you and Merle but you didn’t hesitate to step around him making it clear to Merle you weren’t afraid of him or in need of your brother’s protection “Keep your hands off me and any other woman in this camp or I will cut your dick off and feed it to you” the bastard had the nerve to smile at you despite having to spit a mouthful of blood out where it seemed like you’d knocked at least two of his teeth loose “She got one helluva right there Shane” 

Shane looked back at you then shrugged “Yeah she does. Next time you get handsy though remember she also carries a knife and a gun” Daryl’s eyes were glued to you despite him talking low to his brother “Man, Merle let it go” Merle nodded then winked at you “See you around spitfire” 

Merle walked off but Daryl stood glued to the spot. Shane stared at him  “We got a problem Dixon?” Daryl shook his head addressing you instead of Shane “Sorry about him. I was gonna offer too, I found another bow. It ain't got as heavy a draw as mine so if you wanted it” “Why give it to me? Why not keep a backup?” you questioned but he simply shrugged “Might as well have someone else round here who can hunt, not to mention it’s a helluva lot quieter than the guns” 

After that day you had to give a few things to the Dixon brothers. Merle took your threat to heart and didn’t attempt to hit on any woman in camp again, not to mention it seemed as if the older Dixon had a newfound respect for you in particular.  

Daryl on the other hand seemed to warm up to you after seeing you stand your ground against his brother. He bought you the bow then showed you a few times how to load and aim it. He even offered to take you squirrel hunting as practice for bigger game and walkers alike. The more you were around him without Merle nearby the more you saw that he wasn’t really like his brother.

Yeah he was rough as hell and so withdrawn that he didn’t really trust anyone but he would also stop and pick berries to give you for the kids and set up an alarm system around the perimeter of the camp with fishing line and old cans to give a heads up.

When you went in search of him one day to take him up on his squirrel hunting offer Carol pointed you in the direction she’d last seen him. You stopped at the flap of his tent not wanting to intrude on his privacy. “Um Daryl?’ he popped his head out clearly still half asleep “Yeah Y/N?” “Feel like going squirrel hunting?” you asked and he nodded “Let me grab a shirt” you didn’t mean to look but when he turned you saw the scars across his back and felt your stomach turn.

He looked back and saw you staring and for a moment you worried you would be met with anger but he shrugged one shoulder, eyes downcast as he explained “Merle went into the army. I couldn’t get away yet” “Daryl..” you tried but he cut you off “Look if this is gonna be a pity thing I don’t want it. I ain't gonna lie I like having someone to be around besides Merle’s grumpy ass but I don’t need ya around”

You crossed your arms before saying “I was gonna ask if I needed to bring a gun along too just in case we ran across something big or a walker” You could see the relief flashed through his eyes before the tips of his ears flushed slightly pink “Oh, shouldn’t need to but if it makes you feel better then grab it” 

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You followed Daryl’s footsteps trying to step in the exact spot he had considering he moved through the underbrush almost silently. He glanced over his shoulder at you and nodded approvingly when he saw what you were doing. The two of you had killed a little over a dozen squirrels and were checking for any deer or hog tracks that could possibly lead to a bigger meal for camp.

“You don’t really look like Shane” he spoke suddenly stopping which caused you to nearly slam into his back “I’m adopted. Our parents loved us both and never showed any difference though” he nodded “Good” then started back walking.

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A noise made you both stop, pulling your bows up. What you saw flushed you with anger. Shane and Lori, clearly redressing. “You’d know bout this?” Daryl whispered stepping back to be shoulder to shoulder with you considering Shane nor Lori had noticed either of you “No, but I’m bout to tell both their asses” he waved a hand “Lead the way darlin”

“SHANE” you hollered not caring if your voice drew the attention of any other occupants of the camp or any walkers that may have shambled up the mountain.  Him and Lori both looked like the literal children with their hands caught in a cookie jar. “Now Y/N..I can explain” Shane tried but before he could get any other word out you open handed slapped him. “Rick was your best friend. He’s only been dead weeks” “Y/N please” Lori said, her hand touching your elbow so you leveled her with a glare “I just slapped Shane, what the fuck do you think I’ll do to you?”

“You’re gonna calm your ass down is what you’re gonna do” Shane said as he moved to grab you but you heard Daryl from behind you “She may be your sister Shane but don’t lay a hand on her” Shane raised an eyebrow “You fuckin Dixon now?” you knew what reaction that would bring from Daryl so you turned your attention to him, barely catching him before he swung on Shane.

“Let me handle it” he glared at your brother but nodded nonetheless. You turned, giving Daryl your back as you looked from Shane to Lori “Were you two messing around behind Rick’s back? Because I swear on everything, that man was like a brother to me and I will not hesitate to beat both your asses”

Shane laughed humorlessly “I AM your brother” you shrugged “Not the point now one or both of you answer me” “No, we weren’t. Y/N you’ve got to know I loved Rick. He was my husband, the father of my son” “But he barely got cold before you bedded my brother?” You cut her off and saw anger flash through Shane’s eyes “Now Y/N, that ain’t called for” 

You glared up at him “What ain't called for is a booty call in the middle of the woods to the point neither of you noticed us until I made our presence known. Now I ain’t gonna say nothing around camp because I am not going to hurt Carl. That kid’s been through enough but do not endanger the camp again by being so reckless”

They both nodded so Daryl touched your shoulder “C’mon we can get a few more squirrels before it gets dusk” you nodded keeping your eyes on Shane “Yeah, let’s go”

In the days following that confrontation you’d refused to speak to Shane or Lori if Carl wasn’t present. More than once you caught Daryl glancing your way as if silently asking if you were ok or about to go nuclear. You’d simply nod and continue whatever given task was at hand. 

A group was going into Atlanta on a run and surprise surprise Shane had skipped over you when picking the group. “Since Merle’s going on the run, I’m gonna go hunt. See if I can round up something bigger than some squirrels. You wanna come?” Daryl spoke from over your shoulder where you were sitting with Amy sewing up a shirt for Carl. You glanced back at him then nodded “Yeah sure. Let me finish this and tell Carl I’m headed out. Meet you by my tent in ten?” he nodded then walked away.

“How did you manage that?” Amy asked after he walked away but you honestly didn’t know what she meant. At your confused expression she waved a hand after Daryl “He talks to you. Anyone else is lucky to get a growl” you laughed lightly and shrugged “Flatten his brother then take up hunting with him?” she laughed “You the redneck whisperer now?” you spotted Shane walking towards you and said “Better than other things”

You stood to head to Lori’s tent but was stopped by Shane calling your name. “What?” you asked and he sighed “I just don’t want you going into the city” You laughed at that “I’m a lot more equipped than Andrea and definitely more so than Jacqui” “You gotta quit busting my balls so damn much kid” you rolled your eyes at that before saying “Is that it? I gotta take Carl his shirt then I’m going hunting with Daryl”

“Why are you spending so much time with him?” he asked and for a moment sounded like your big brother again. You shrugged one shoulder “He doesn’t flirt with me.He doesn’t act like I’m a damsel in need of saving. He listens to me. He shows me how to protect myself even more than you and Rick already had. He’s taught me how to handle a bow and how to track” Shane simply nodded “Ok. Be safe?” you managed a grin in return “Always”

Somewhere in the midst of tracking a herd of deer daylight had run out on you and Daryl. “Shit, what now?” you asked, following him through the dark woods. “We find a place to make a small camp.I’ll keep watch so you can get some sleep then we’ll start back come daybreak”

“What about you getting some sleep?” you asked and he shrugged “I’m used to going without much sleep” you rolled your eyes “We make camp but you only let me sleep a couple hours then we’ll switch off so you can rest too” he knew better than to argue so he replied “Ok”

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Daryl sat by the small fire he’d built staring into the darkness around the two of you. He’d found a small cut out in the rocks and had backed the two of you into it so you were at least partially covered. He knew he should wake you and rest if not for any other reason than you’d be pissed when you woke up at daybreak but one look at you and he couldn’t do it.

He’d shed his flannel earlier in the day and you were now covered up with it, your head resting on your metal canteen as a crude pillow. You looked peaceful laying there, your chest rising and falling with your steady breathing. He had no idea how this friendship had formed between the two of you yet here you were. 

You didn’t treat him like an outsider. You spoke to him like he was a person. He liked spending time with you, rather showing you how to field dress a hog or you showing him how to properly sew a button back on his shirt. Shane had accused you of sleeping with him and Merle had even questioned it but that hadn’t really crossed his mind where you were concerned. Yeah you were beautiful, he had eyes but you were honestly the first person he met to not judge him or look at him in one way or another. He wasn't just some dumbass redneck to you.

You moved around in your sleep and he worried for a moment you were gonna wake up but once you scooted far enough over that your foot touched his you stilled and fell back into a deep sleep. A smile slipped onto his face when he realized you’d been looking for him in your sleep and once you found him you must have felt safe. 

“Told ya it got away from ya” you teased Daryl with a laugh. You had his flannel tied around your waist and he was side eyeing you as you took a swig of water from your canteen. “Quit your teasing woman. You ain’t found it either” you raised one eyebrow “I ain't the mighty tracker either there Dixon”

He shook his head “C’mon. We’ll head back to camp. Maybe we’ll find some tracks between here and there” You waved a hand “Lead the way honey. At least we’ve managed to get some squirrels even if we can’t find the damn deer” 

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You followed Daryl as he breached the woods around camp and heard him cuss about the fact that a walker got your deer.

“Chill out Daryl. At least we got something and no one got hurt” you told him walking out as he started kicking the deer then froze when you spotted Rick standing next to Dale “Rick?” Were you dreaming? He grinned “Hey Y/N” you ran across to him throwing your arms around him in a tight hug “How? I thought you were dead?” you asked cutting your eyes at Shane before turning your full attention to Rick.

“I thought I was too. I found your group in the city. Glenn saved my ass” you smiled “Thank god. I can’t believe you’re here, you’re alive” he nodded but you saw him glance at Daryl “What’s going on?”

Daryl walked past you into the camp further so Rick turned to follow him after kissing your forehead “Glad you’re ok Y/N”, when you looked at Dale he mouthed “Merle” so you followed the two men. 

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You caught the last end of Shane and Rick telling Daryl that Merle put the group at risk and in turn Rick handcuffed him to a roof. You stood next to Glenn debating if you should jump in. Daryl pulled a knife so Shane caught him with a headlock while his attention was on Rick.

You ran up next to Rick when Daryl finally agreed to calm down. “Calm your ass down Daryl! Rick wouldn’t have made that decision lightly” Daryl shook his head “Hell with all of yall. Tell me where he is so I can go get him”

“He’ll show you..isn’t that right?” Lori spoke looking at Rick. “I’m going back” Rick spoke so you looked back at Daryl “There. We’ll go get your son of a bitching brother” “You’re going too?” Shane asked so you shrugged “Daryl gets along with me better than anyone else. I can back Rick too so Lori that should help your feelings slightly” You could feel the frustration rolling off Shane but you couldn't turn your back on Daryl or Rick especially after just getting Rick back.

“That’s three. Would you come too?” Rick asked Glenn who sighed then nodded. “That’s four” You spoke before TDog stood up from where he’d been sitting on a log “Five”

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Shane was talking to Rick so you were gathering a pack of supplies at your tent. “I get why Rick’s going. Even Glenn and T but why are you going?’ Daryl asked from where he’d come to stand over your shoulder “You’re my friend, same as Glenn or T. Rick is like a brother to me and I just got him back. If y'all are going, so am I. Not to mention we could use the guns Rick said he left behind” he nodded slightly then held out your arrows he’d retrieved from the dead deer and cleaned.

“Thanks for earlier” “Trying to calm your ass down because even Daryl Dixon might get his ass whipped when Rick and Shane are on the same page?” he scoffed “Yeah, whatever. Either way I ain’t never had someone back me in any ways so yeah” he turned to walk off and you watched him before grabbing your bag. You wanted to tell Carl bye before all of you loaded up to head into the city.

@ellerelly

[scarisd3ad]

To the end and back chapter twenty four sneek peak

I know this next chapter is taking longer than expected so here’s a little snippet of what I have finished

Masterlist

it wasn't that Daryl wasn't an amazing boyfriend because he was, he was great he just wasn't intune with his emotions let alone mine. he only showed two maybe three if we were lucky. Daryl kept everything locked up tight in a place where no one could see, and he only ever let what was locked inside out when no one was around to see or hear.

he felt as if those emotions were something to be ashamed of, and if we found out he had those emotions we'd see him as lesser. as if he wasn't strong enough to be in power, to be second in command. even if all those feelings were contrary to what we believed it was something that had been burrowed so deep into his head from such a young age he had never known a time where he hadn't felt like that, he never knew anything different.

feelings were for little boys, not men and he was a man so why would he feel those feelings? feelings that made him feel so vulnerable. feelings that made him feel like a boy, a young child who needed their mother to cradle them and wipe their tears, and he didn't need that he didn't need someone to coddle him he wasn't a baby. 

I only knew bits and pieces about Daryl's life before this. I knew his mother died, his father was abusive, Merle was in juvie a lot and Daryl had gone missing in the woods one time. I knew his father told him boys didn't need emotions and crying was for sissys. I got a lot of that out of him while on the road.

We’d be alone just him and I out in the woods or scavenging for food and when I got bored I’d ask questions. I found out a lot about him that way. Like how I was his first back at the CDC, and that I was his first real girlfriend (despite being well over the age of thirty when we had first started our relationship) he had situationships with girls he had kissed or gotten handsy with but he had never gone all the way, not till me.

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[f1nalboys]

I think about shotgunning with Daryl Dixon a lot because I don't smoke a lot and die whenever I do (I get drug tested at work, but off season I can reenter the pot head era LMAO)

SO THE RANDY MEEKS COMMENT WAS SO REAL

I think about getting high with Timothy Lawrence from Borderlands a lot, bro needs it </3

And also Lester. He gets all giggly and cute and maybe flirty/handsy??? I love him, loml FRFR

And also Stu Macher!! Omg he would be my dream guy to get high with (I'd shotgun with him if we were along, ykyk 🫣🫣) he'd get HANDSY and I KNOW IT God. I love him so much. I wanna do vile things to him fr LMAO BYE

Just felt like rambling cause this is a SLUMBER PARTY and I've only been to like 2 and one was just a smoke session with friends that I passed out at LMAO

ur so real, also pls ramble i love it >:)) DARYL WOULD LOOK SO SEXY SHOTTGUNNING I THINK IM GONNA HVAE A HEART ATTAC.

i had to google timothy lawrence BUT as someone who has seen multiple sad edits about him i agree he deserves it and he should be pampered

LESTERRR he’s so handsy and he wants to be pressed again you or his head in ur lap or his hands on you he can’t stop moving them goodddddd i want him

AND STUUUU (i DO know fr 🤭 me w weed i stg) he would be . so. oh god i cant even talk abt the things i’d let him do to me i’m serious

[grimessbitch]

Devil’s sister- Introductions - Rick Grimes x Reader

Finally I’ve posted the first chapter! I’ve been working really hard on this for awhile with brain storming and trying to make my writing as great as the idea, so please remember feedback is key 💕 and the tag list is open :)

“So you know what you’re gonna do now, right?” Negan asked you not giving you any attention at all as he cleaned Lucille “Yea, Negan, I understand. Now can I please go now? You’ve told me like a thousand times!” You groaned loudly stomping your foot a bit, your older brother took advantage of you being about thirty years younger than him. Negan’s mother had him fresh out of high school, and your mother had you around the time she was in her late thirties, early forties. Your mother ended up marrying his dad for his money which resulted in you two having the same father but different mothers and Negan being in his early fifties and you being in your early to mid twenties. “Yea. Yea. And Y/N?..don’t fall in love with the prick” He grumbled, You walked out and out of the sanctuary towards the tree-line. Croutching down lown you grabbed your knife, you could hear the loud groans coming from the undead up on the street, your target being way ahead of them, Rick Grimes, the man you had to force to fall in love with you. You dove deeper into the woods taking down a stray walker, Gulping and holding back a gag you cut open the walking corpse smearing the blood on you bit along with some mud, anything to make it look like you had been out here for months.

It had be at least three or four days of walking and killing walkers, and if Negan would’ve explained that this was part of you mission you never would’ve done it. You stunk, your hair was a complete mess, the mud had dried on your face giving it a disgusting feeling. Walking closer to a noise you heard you saw a giant field, and in the center was a beaten down red car, with a boy sitting on top of it, using a knife to peel the bark off of a stick. As you walked closer you recognized the face, you had seen him once at the Sanctuary, but he wasn’t wearing a hat or a bandage over his eye at the Sanctuary. “Hello?” You asked walking into the field “please don’t shoot I’m..I’m not bit” you yelled a bit louder as the boy jumped down walking towards you “who are you?” The boy asked standing in front of you glaring a bit, obviously not happy that you disturbed his peace “I’m lost..I’m looking for somebody named..Daryl?” You asked looking at Carl, putting a confused and dumbfounded look on your face “how do you know him?” He asked sitting on the hood of the car “I met him once..he told me if I was ever in trouble to go west...and I’ll find a town...w-why do you know him?” You asked quickly. “Yea. Go...that way about a mile or two and you’ll be there” The boy said pointing the left calmly grabbing his knife again “I’m Y/n...thank you...for helping” You smiled nervously reaching out your hand to shake his. “Carl” he nodded towards you not turning away from his stick. “I’ll be on my way..thank you” you smiled walking forward on your trip to Alexandria.

You crept through the dead leaves, trying to walk through the large patch of mud that was blocking your path. Hearing a metallic clank your heart dropped, and about the same time your heart dropped sharp metal teeth clamped onto your leg, a fucking bear trap. Falling to your knees you bit your arm, if you screamed now it’d attract however many walkers, and then bam. You’re dead. “Fuck” you growled reaching down to your leg prying the bear trap open and off of you. You crawled back out of the mud patch starting to rip your pant leg in half, wrapping the ripped cloth around your now blood covered leg you forced yourself up. You walked forward, using a large stick to help you as you limped.

Stumbling up to Alexandria you collasped, the wound on your calf was the cause of your collapse which you didn't plan. A walker slowly walking up falling forward, you gagged at it's foul breath, reaching into your holster you forced the knife into the walker's head, the body going limp "You bit!?" A southern accent yelled from the open gate, his long hair basically covering his face "no! I-I stepped in a bear trap!" You yelled your voice cracking lightly, truth was you were in alot of pain, your calf was throbbing and the ripped shirt you used to stop the bleeding was now soaked with blood. The Southern man rushed out helping you up and helping you inside "M Daryl" He grunted leading you towards one of the houses, you looked around, gulping whenever you saw Rick, he was alot more attractive up and close, and way more attractive than Negan described. By the time your leg was stitched and patched up Rick stood in front of you, his hands holding onto his belt in an almost cocky way, you could see every muscle flex under the shirt he was wearing. "I'm Rick Grimes. Nice to meet you"

“I-I’m Y/n” You said calmly, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, if you couldn’t get into Alexandria now then you never would, you had to play it calm and cool. “How many walkers you kill?” He asked sitting down on the bed directly across from you “A few Dozon?..” you questioned fixing her shirt to look more presentable “and how many people have you killed?..” he asked looking at you a little more stern, you had to make it believable..and what’s more believable then the somewhat truth? “One.” You gulped looking at him trying to keep eye contact, but your big brother was right, his stink eye is intimidating. “Why?” He asked resting a hand on the handle of his knife now ready to attack you if you tried anything “got to handsy.” You said messing with your jeans “Let’s go and get you some new clothes. Those are all ripped them you can get cleaned up” Rick said wrapping your arm around his shoulder and helping you up, letting out a small whimper you limped forward going to wherever Rick took you. “Carl, she’s gonna wash up upstairs okay?” He asked looking towards the boy you had seen in the woods before “it’s you! I brought you that food that one time” Carl smiled softly waving a bit at you, a small baby cooing and smiling at you from in front of the teenager. “What’re you talkin about, Carl?” Rick asked holding your wrist to keep you from falling onto the ground in pain. “I went on a run...with Enid...and I scared off her deer so I gave her a can or two of food” Carl explaining smiling softly towards you “make yourself at home..I think you’ll fit in my clothes better” he pointed out before Rick lead you upstairs and into the bathroom “there’s a towel, here’s clothes..there is hot water along with soap and conditioner...when you’re done...go to Carl and we’ll talk” he explained to you slowly, you nodded softly holding the clothes and towel like it was your lifeline. Would Negan be mad if you stayed? Because right now running hot water everyday would be amazing.

The hot water hitting your back felt great, although it burnt your stitches a bit, you ignored it, just happy to be hit with hot water instead of ice cold water. You let out a deep breath, so far you were in, the long talks with Negan refreshing in your mind.

“Listen to me Y/n! Stop fucking around! Once you get Rick to trust you and love you you’ll report back to me. You’ll let us in through the back while everybody is asleep and we’ll attack and I’ll finally get to fucking kill Rick Grimes. It’ll take a long time..but I trust you.”

Whenever you opened the door Carl was right outside of it about to knock “S-sorry! You were taking awhile after the water shut off and I just wanted to che-“ you cut Carl off by laughing a bit “It’s okay, seriously little man, I just need your help finding your dad” You smiled looking at him, wearing a pair of skinny jeans that were held on by a belt and folded at the ends to fit your legs, obviously Rick’s jeans. You also wore a Marvel comics shirt which you had a feeling was Carl’s “O-oh! Of course” Carl rushed out grabbing your arm leading you down the stairs, making sure to help the best he could.

Carl lead you into a large building, like a library of some sort that was transformed into a meeting hall “dad?..” Carl called standing in the doorway next to you. “Yea?” Rick asked turning around smiling softly at you and the teenager “oh hey Y/n, let’s get you sat down and I’ll go through the rules and things with ya for you to stay here” he explained sitting at a small desk “so..you’re already ready to stay here..but I just have to get a few things outta the way” Rick explained to you resting his hands on the desk “Every week we split what we find with somebody called the saviors” he said looking at you closely “ya know of em?” You gulped, was this Rick telling you he already saw through your lies, what was next? Was he gonna kill you? “Yea..i used to know em...Leader is a fucking dick” You said looking at Rick, taking a deep breath to stay calm.

“How do you know them?” He asked crossing his arms “they cornered me one day in the place I was staying..forced me with them..I-I only just escaped now” you explained, you weren’t exactly lying to Grimes, it’s just whenever you were cornered and forced to leave your home it wasn’t ‘The Saviors’ it was only Negan, back before he changed into the jealous, cocky, asshole he is today. “Can you prove your story?..” he asked, slowly you turned around showing your back, a large scar presenting itself down next to your spine. “Negan’s right hand man Simon..” she whispered sitting back down “he caught me trying to run...tackled me and tried to kill me” you lied looking at him sadly.

“Alright...we ain’t got any open houses so you’ll either have to pair with Daryl or pair with Eugene” Rick said looking at you in almost an awe “there’s two jobs open..Either go on runs with Daryl and I or stay here with the garden” What he said shocked you into a still, you could either get to know Rick more and try to further your plan that way or you could take a different approach and get his kids to like you first. “I’ve always been better with gardening...I don’t wanna slow you boys down” you explained smiling a bit, your stomach turning with how you said it, You knew you could probably be a better fighter than both of them combined but what if Rick didn’t want that? And he wanted someone to stay home with the kids. “Okay...we may pull you a few times to train to fight just Incase the savior’s try anything or walkers get behind the walls somehow” Rick mumbled under his breath writing things down.

“Alright, so..Daryl or Eugene?..” Rick asked looking at you “Eugene...I’ve met him before and feel safe there” you explained, fiddling with your thumbs “great! I’ll take ya over” Rick smiled standing up helping you up and off the chair “you won’t have to work until yer leg is healed..unless ya can work with kids” he asked looking at you as he walked down the street, helping you stay upright while walking. “Yea- yea I’m good with kids, I-I used to be a pre-school assistant before..all of this” You whispered looking at Rick, both of you standing on Eugene’s porch. “Alright that’s great, I’ll come show you were the daycare is tomorrow morning, rest up though” Rick whispered as the front door opened and Eugene grabbed your arm slowly but tightly.

Once the door shut Eugene jerked you into the living room “What in the world are you doing here? Did Negan put you up to this?” He growled holding your arm tightly “N-no. I-I ran from Negan..” You whimpered tearing up giving Eugene the most upsetting face you could muster. “O-okay...I do suppose that makes sense...you did despise your brother quite a lot” he explained leading you upstairs “this will be your living quarters” He explained before leaving you alone in the half empty room.

Laying down on your mattress you sighed, this was your new life, trying to calm your mind down was a job within itself and was tiring all together. Taking a few deep breaths you closed your eyes and started counting down from one hundred, figuring that counting down would help calm your mind down enough for you to fall asleep.

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An innocent man request: to see daryl catch a handsy customer grab Carol's ass at the cafe. As a waitress I'd like to slip into a fantasy-world where someone steps in & puts these creeps in their place.

I would love to do this, but I'm not really sure how. I'm just not sure how to write this and make it believable, satisfying, and really a working part of the plot in that story, and that's my short-coming, I'm sure.

I did want to let you know, though, that I have been sitting on it, but it's just not something that's working for me.

Thank you for asking, though, and I hope that I can get you something that you'll enjoy in the future!

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Only Me | Carl Grimes

Summary: Ron gets a little handsy with you, but in order to prevent Carl from losing faith in his new home you don’t tell him. When Carl finds out, he decides to punish you. 

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Dixon!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k 

Warnings: Language, Fighting, Yelling, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talking, Fingering, Kinky Sex, 

A/N: I know Carl is underaged at this point in the series, so if that makes you uncomfortable you can pretend he and the reader are 18. :)  also I made Carl kinky af in this bc there is a serious lack of Carl smut and I just want him to dominate me so badly hnnnngggg 🤤🤤  

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Truth be told, Alexandria made you uncomfortable. 

Everyone within the steel walls was totally okay pretending that the rest of the world wasn’t completely fucked. They had jobs, school, picnics in the park, it all felt a little too ‘normal’ for you. You had a nook you liked to hide away in, it was a small abandoned treehouse in one of the backyards. You could see over the wall, watch the walkers roam around and see the city in the distance. You know it’s odd that you feel more comfortable out there rather than in a perfectly safe camp. The people here were nice and welcoming, and they greeted your group as if you were neighbors who just moved into the neighborhood. They acted as though you weren’t from out there, and that you weren’t covered in walker guts when you first strode through the gates. Few knew where to find you when you decided to hide away, and one of those few people was your boyfriend- Carl. 

“Thought I’d find you up here.” You hear a voice say below your treehouse, but when you look out you see Ron. A smile stretches across from your face, Ron is nice. He’s been a good friend to you ever since you got here, he’s been trying to help you adjust from living out there to living here in Alexandria. He’s introduced you to people, shown you around, and brought you to all the cool spots that the adults don’t go around. One of them being your treehouse, he’s one of the only other people who knows you’re probably here if you disappear. “Hey Ronny,” you smile as he climbs up the rope and into the treehouse. He has a comic book in his hands as he sits on the mattress next to you. You open the book you snatched from Carol’s stash and you continue to read but you can feel his eyes on you. Ron is cute, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a good looking guy but nobody can compare to Carl. You love Carl, and not just because he was the only one around- but for so many other reasons. 

“I figured Carl would be with you.” Ron says, his voice tight. You don’t know why there is so much tension between them, they were friendly at first. But the closer you got to Ron, the more the tension between them grew. “He’s on a run with Rick and Aaron.” You say, not really paying attention to him as you continue to read. It’s a history book on some battles from the 1940s, it didn’t really strike you as interesting but it was better than sitting and doing nothing. “Oh cool, now I get to actually spend time with you.” Ron says and you look up from your book, your eyebrows pinching together. “What do you mean?” You ask Ron, who hasn’t even opened his comic book yet. Ron leans back against the wall of the treehouse, his legs stretched behind you as he looks up at you. “Well you always seem to hang around Carl.” Ron says, and he attempts to say it playfully but you can feel the tension behind it. You laugh uncomfortably, turning to focus your attention on your book. “He is my boyfriend after all, I love being around him.” You defend weakly, you’ve never been the verbal confrontation kind of person. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Ron rolling his eyes. 

“That doesn’t mean Carl is the only guy in your life, I miss you y'know?” Ron says, his comic book still laying at his side- unopened. You shift uncomfortably, feeling a different kind of tension rising in the air as he slides closer to you. Your heart begins to race in your chest as you cling to your book tightly. “W-Well Carl is the only guy in my life… in um that way…” You respond, your voice quieter than it was before as you nervously stumble over your words. “He doesn’t have to be.” Ron whispers as he reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheek. You don’t answer as you glue your eyes to the page even though you’re not reading it. “What does Carl have that I don’t? What makes him worthy of getting to hear your pretty moans?” Ron whispers as he leans closer, his lips a few inches from your ear. Ron reaches forward and pulls your book from your trembling hands before resting his hand on your bare thighs. Why did you choose to wear shorts today? “I can hear you two at night, I can hear you moaning for him. Begging for him- but I know you’re only doing that to make him happy. You’re too kind Y/N because I know you want me, I know how your body reacts when I’m around. I’ll bet you’re dripping through those little shorts right now aren’t you?” Ron whispers huskily, his hand sliding up your thigh. 

You feel panic pulsing in your chest as you freeze in fear, the only person you have ever wanted and will ever want is Carl. “That’s not t-true!” You protest with a squeak as his hand finds the spot between your thighs reserved only for Carl. Ron chuckles as he continues to inch closer, his lips trying to find yours but you keep turning your head. “R-Ron please stop-” You gasp as you begin to squirm away from him. You expect Ron hasn’t been near many girls his age and Enid would likely cut his balls off if he tried this- but you’re too afraid to do anything to stop him. He’s bigger than you, stronger than you and walkers you can easily take down with confidence. They’re stupid, and they’re dead but people? You’ve always had a hard time dealing with people. That’s probably why he’s so sure you want him- you haven’t voiced otherwise. “Hey baby you up there?” You hear Carl call from the ground and Ron yanks away from you. Your chest is heaving as you scramble to exit the treehouse. You know you should tell Carl about what happened but you can’t, mostly because you’re afraid Carl will kill Ron. But it’s not just that, Carl is so happy here, he feels like this place could be a home. You don’t want to ruin that for him, you’ll just avoid Ron. When you drop to the ground in front of Carl you immediately press yourself into his chest, and he slowly wraps his arms around you. “You okay?” He asks, his eyes flicking up and noticing Ron sitting in the treehouse. You nod quickly, not turning to look at Ron as you grab Carl’s hand and begin pulling him away from the treehouse. “You sure everything is okay?” Carl asks, his anxiety rising as you frantically yank him away from the treehouse. You weren’t doing anything with Ron… were you? 

“Y-Yeah everything is fine! How was your run?” You ask, trying to change the subject before you break and tell him what happened. You turn to give him a quick kiss as you start towards the house and you keep looking over your shoulder to make sure Ron isn’t following you. Carl’s eyebrows are pinched together, he knows something is wrong but he won’t force you to tell him. “Went fine, got some good stuff. Nothing eventful happened.” He said, his hand locked with yours as you continue to walk at a brisk pace. You finally release a breath once the door is closed behind you and when you open your eyes you see Carl looking at you with a confused expression. “What aren’t you telling me?” He asks, crossing his arms and you begin to panic. You can’t ruin this place for him, people are important to Carl and if he doesn’t trust the people here… then the security and confidence he has in this place will disappear. You want him to believe this place can be home, you don’t want to destroy that for him. “I just… I had a nightmare last night. That you got bit. I’m happy you’re home safe that’s all.” You say, your eyes glued to the ground. You feel his arms around you, pulling you into him and you hold him so tightly. You want to scrub the feeling of Ron’s hands and his dirty words off your skin, you need to feel Carl’s hands on you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. No bites.” He says, smiling into your hair as he presses a kiss to your head. You nod and release a breath before pressing your lips to Carl’s again- taking him by surprise at your eagerness. Your hands grip the collar of his shirt as you deepen the kiss and Carl’s hands land on your hips. You press your chest into his and you feel his breath hitch when you reach down to grab him through his jeans. Carl’s hands press against your shoulders and force you back, “woah just- hold on. You never jump me like this.” He says, concern etched into his face as he looks down at you. Your chest is heaving as you hold him tightly, “I need you. I’ve been so wet all day… please…” You beg, not wanting to tell him the real reason behind your want for his cock. Carl groans when you say that and he reaches down to hoist your legs around his waist. “What if we get caught?” He mumbles between kisses as he heads to the stairs to go up to his bedroom. You begin pressing kisses to his neck as you bite and suck the spot you know makes his knees weak, “then whoever catches us is gonna get one hell of a show.” You smirk as you can feel his growing bulge. Carl carries you into his room and kicks the door shut behind him before he drops you onto the bed. 

“Let's hope it’s not my dad.” Carl smiles as he leans over you, his lips finding yours. His hands find yours and trap your hands above your head as he grinds his cock into your clothes pussy, causing a moan to escape your lips. “No let’s hope it’s not my brother or you’ll get an arrow in the ass.” You laugh and Carl winces at the thought of Daryl catching the two of you. You try to free your wrists but Carl holds them tightly, “be a good girl and keep your hands above your head before I have to tie them to the bed.” Carl warns as he releases you and you can feel a rush of arousal head straight to your core. You love it when Carl gets dominant and rough in bed. You bite your lip as you keep your hands where he left them even though you itch to disobey him, just to see what he’d do. Carl reaches down and slowly unbuttons your shorts before pulling the zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace. “Faster baby, I need you in me like now.” You whine as you wiggle your hips, hoping to hurry him up. Carl’s eyes are dark as he looks up at you, “don’t rush me, good girls wait.” He says as he slowly pulls your shorts down. You groan and throw your head back impatiently. Carl tosses your shorts aside and presses a kiss to each of your hip bones before reaching for your panties. You curl your fists into the sheets, trying not to move or rush him because you know if you do he’ll only go slower. 

Carl’s pupils blow wide open once he sees your glistening folds, “you really are needy for me huh baby? Look how wet you are.” He hums as he runs a finger through your folds and you whine as your hips buck up. With his other hand Carl presses your hips back to the mattress before giving you a look, “stay still.” He orders, his voice stern and you bite your lip and nod. He returns his attention to your pussy as he slowly pushes two fingers inside you and your eyes roll back. He begins a steady pace of slowly and gently thrusting his fingers into you and you feel the heat rising in your body. When he curls his fingers inside you, you keen into his touch as you bite your lip to quiet yourself. “I want to hear those pretty lips moan for me baby.” Carl says, his voice low and husky as he watches you unravel at his touch. You back arches as his pace quickens, “oh fuck Carl- faster baby.” You beg and he obliges, his fingers beginning to thrust inside you quicker. You begin to pant when his thumb comes to roll small circles over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure to shoot through you. “Baby please don’t stop!” You cry out, your hands nearly ripping the sheets as you curl your fists tighter. You feel yourself getting closer and closer  and when Carl harshly thrusts his fingers into you, your coming around his fingers. 

He pulls off you and wipes his fingers on his jeans before he tosses you your clothes. “Baby I need your cock now.” You beg shamelessly as he turns to reach for his hat. Carl smiles as he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, “we can’t fuck in the middle of the day Y/N. We will get caught, I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.” He smiles and you groan as you pull your clothes on, he’s right and you know it. Carl laughs at the pout on your face, giving your ass a slap as you walk out of his bedroom. “You coming?” You ask him as he lingers in his bedroom, you see his eyes scanning the room for something. “Yeah, I just need to find my knife. Be down in a bit.” Carl smiles before kissing you quickly. You skip down the stairs and feel arms around your waist, you try to scream for Carl but a hand slaps over your mouth. “Be quiet.” You hear Ron whisper as he pulls you to the kitchen, away from the stairs. You feel the fear creep into your chest as he pushes you against the wall, his hand still over your mouth. “I heard those sounds you made for him, they were forced weren’t they? You want me, I can feel the heat between your legs Y/N. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure, I know my cock is bigger than Carl’s…” He whispers lustfully into your ear, before pressing a chaste kiss to your neck. You struggle slightly against him, your eyes wide as he looks into them. When you hear steps down the stairs, Ron pulls away from you and casually moves to sit on the counter as Carl comes around the corner. 

“Woah, Ron uh hey?” He says, jumping slightly as he wasn’t expecting Ron to be here. You’re still leaning against the wall, your chest heaving as you gape over at Carl. “Just wanted to say hey, heard you went on a run today.” Ron says, looking at Carl and completely ignoring you. Your heart continues to race in your chest as you feel panic just being in the same room as Ron, he’s dangerous. Carl’s eyes glance between you and Ron, “yeah I did…” He trails off as you brush past him and to the front door. You need air, and you need to get away from Ron. Carl looks back at Ron, “everything okay?” He asks, crossing his arms and Ron smiles. This is exactly what he wanted, he wants Carl to doubt you. “Dunno, when she came down the stairs her shorts were unbuttoned. She asked if I wanted to see her new thong.” Ron said with a shrug and Carl felt nauseous. So something is going on between you and Ron. Carl nods numbly as he turns to lean against the couch. You’re cheating on him aren’t you… with Ron. Carl feels anger boil in his chest as he looks up at Ron, “are you fucking my girlfriend?” He snaps and Ron’s eyes widen. He bites back a smile as he looks at Carl in shock, “she’s your girlfriend? She never told me you were together.” He says, not answering Carl’s question. Carl feels his heart drop as he turns and heads back up the stairs, he can’t be around either of you right now. 

When the door opens you turn and your anxiety spikes when you see Ron. He winks at you as he skips down the stairs and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You know you have to tell Carl, Ron is starting to scare you. You don’t know how far he will go, you don’t feel safe. You enter the house and when you don’t see Carl you head up the stairs, and see his door closed. “Baby?” You say loudly before you open the door, and you see him sitting on his bed, not bothering to look over at you. “Carl there’s something I need to tell you-” You start but he stands and when he looks at you, the anger and pain on his face is unmistakable. “So you are sleeping with Ron.” He snaps, crossing his arms and your eyebrows shoot up. You shake your head as you try to take a step towards him, but Carl steps away from you. “What? Carl no I swear I’m not! I don’t know what Ron said but it’s not true.” You try to explain but he laughs bitterly as he turns away from you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Oh really? Because he didn’t even know you were my girlfriend.” Carl snapped and you felt your heart break, were. “Am I not your girlfriend now?” You ask weakly and Carl doesn’t answer as he continues to face the window. You feel lightheaded as you stand numbly in the doorway, is Carl breaking up with you? “Carl he… he touched me.” You whisper but Carl’s head snaps over to look at you. “Touched you how?” He asked, and you can see the anger building in his eyes. You look down at the floor as your cheeks flush and tears build in your eyes, “b-between my legs and he kissed my neck. I didn’t want him to, whatever he said it was a lie.” You say softly, the tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks. You look up and see Carl’s fists curled and his chest is heaving and there is a dangerously angry look on his face, “he touched you… without your permission?” He asks, his voice tight and you nod slowly. As soon as you nod he’s out the door and heading down the stairs with you not far behind him. 

“Carl, don’t hurt him it’s not worth it.” You beg as he storms down the street, heading right to Ron’s house. The dark look in his eyes tells you that he’s not really listening to anything you’re saying. You have to jog to keep up with him as he storms up the porch and straight into the house without knocking. “Carl please,” You plead again as Carl nearly runs up the stairs and down the hall to Ron’s room. Carl throws open Ron’s door, and Ron jumps up from his bed- a shocked look on his face. “Hey man you good?” He asks but Carl is already swinging his fist into Ron’s left cheek. Ron stumbles back, holding his face as it begins to swell. Carl storms towards him and takes his knife out, pressing it to Ron’s throat. “You ever touch her again and I will kill you, you even look at her the wrong way and this knife is going into the base of your skull.” Carl growls before he shoves Ron backwards. When Carl turns you see a panicked look on Ron’s face, and Carl grabs your hand and pulls you out of the house. Carl pulls you down the street, his pace hasn’t slowed since he left Ron’s house. “You should have told me.” Carl snapped and you can tell he’s angry. “I-I’m sorry!” You stammer but he doesn’t calm at all. Carl yanks you into the house and up the stairs. 

“You kept it from me, made me worry.” Carl snaps as he slams his bedroom door closed behind you. You stay quiet as he releases your wrist, “you made me think you were fucking him.” He says, his voice low. When he turns to look at you, you can’t help the wave of arousal that rushes through you. Carl takes 2 long strides and is standing in front of you, pushing you by your shoulders, “on your knees.” He instructs and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him. Your hands reach up to unbuckle his belt, the trembling making it hard as you pull the belt through the loops of his jeans. Carl doesn’t say a word as you unbutton his jeans, “baby I’m sorry. I should have told you.” You whisper as you look up at him. You know he’s angry but his eyes soften as he reaches down to stroke your cheek, “baby you seem to have forgotten the rules. You never keep anything from me, and you belong to me. I think you need to be reminded who fucks you the way you like it every night.” Carl says, his voice sweet but his eyes dark with lust. Your breath hitches in your throat as your body gets hot with lust, you squirm a bit as you free his cock. It slaps up against his stomach, the head red and leaking as it pulses. You open your mouth, waiting for him. You know what kind of mood he’s in. Carl grips the back of your head as he slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, a groan falling past his lips. “You’re mine.” Carl grunts as he begins to thrust into your mouth. You let your jaw go slack and you relax your throat, to allow him to go as deep as he wants to. 

“Only I get to touch you.” Carl says, his voice low and you know he’s talking more to himself then you. Your hands rest on your thighs as Carl’s hands gently wind into your hair, his thrusts getting rougher. Tears spring in your eyes due to him constantly hitting your gag reflex, and drool begins to dribble down your chin. “Fuck baby, you take my cock so well.” He groans as his hips begin to stutter and you know he’s close to coming. His hands grip your hair tightly and soon you feel him coming in your mouth. Once you’ve swallowed every last drop Carl pulls you up and yanks your shorts and panties down your legs. “Bend over.” He says harshly and you immediately bend over his bed, your ass up for him. Carl runs a hand over your ass as he runs his tip up and down your folds. After a moment of him not doing anything you turn your head to complain when his hand comes down on your ass, leaving a stinging sensation that has you dripping down your thighs. “You wear these sexy shorts for Ron baby?” Carl asks, his hand coming down on your ass again. You gasp as you smile, you shake your head as your forehead presses into the bed. “No baby, I wear them for you. Only you, I promise.” You whine and his hand comes down on your other cheek, and you moan. “Who makes you feel like this?” Carl asks and you admit, jealousy looks really good on him. 

“You baby, you do!” You cry out as he spanks you again. Your cheeks are bright red and stinging when Carl soothingly rubs a hand over them, and you’re panting. You feel Carl press the head of his cock into your folds and then he stops, “beg for it.” He demands, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Please fuck me, please I’ll never talk to Ron again I promise. Baby I need your cock, I’ve needed your cock all day please fuck me, only you make me feel this good only you.” You plead and Carl hums in satisfaction as he swiftly enters you in one thrust. You gasp as your fingers curl around the blankets. Carl begins to thrust into you hard and fast, leaving you a panting, moaning mess underneath him. “Who do you belong to?” Carl grunts as he continues his brutal pace and you whine, “y-you baby.” You moan, your body jerking with every sharp thrust. “Yeah baby that’s right, you’re mine. Only I get to fuck this pussy got it?” He snaps and your mouth hangs open when he reaches under to thumb your clit. “Y-yeah baby only you…” You gasp as you feel yourself nearing your end. “Baby please can I come?” You beg, knowing you need his permission before he’ll let you. Carl continues to thrust into you, sweat trickling down the side of his face, “yeah baby come around my cock. I want to feel you,” Carl groans, his voice softer than before. As soon as the words leave his mouth you’re squeezing around him and crying out into the mattress as you gush around him. “Fuck I’m gonna come…” Carl moans and you whine feeling him sliding in and out of you, “come inside me baby.” You beg, you need to feel his come inside you. With a few more sharp thrusts Carl is coming inside you, his hips stuttering before they stop. The both of you are panting and covered in a sheen layer of sweat as he slowly pulls out of you, and you whine feeling so empty. 

You roll over to lay on your back and Carl collapses next to you. “He didn’t touch you under your clothes did he?” Carl asks, his hand finding yours and you shake your head. “No, he more… brushed me on the outside of my shorts.” You tell him and he nods before turning his head to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead. You snuggle into his chest, “you should have told me. I would have done something sooner.” Carl whispered, and you know he feels guilty… like this is his fault somehow. You press a kiss to his collarbone as you look up at him, “I know. I just didn’t want you to feel like we weren’t safe here.” You explain and Carl squeezes you to him tighter. “All I care about is keeping you safe, I love you. If he ever tries anything again, promise you’ll tell me.” He says, looking into your eyes. You lean up and press a long, slow kiss to his lips. “I love you, and I promise. I’ll tell you. But maybe I shouldn’t if it means you’ll fuck me like that in the middle of the day.” You smirk and Carl groans, his hand pinching his nose. “They definitely heard us.” He whines and you laugh. 

“Daryl is gonna kill me.” 

[e-m-christina]

LITERALLY ANYTHING RICK GRIMES

- maybe hc’s for jealous Rick or a fic where he is jealous of her friendship with like daryl

- someone in like Alexandria flirting with reader and being too handsy or something and Rick is immediately protective and just 🥵 (could possibly turn into smut if you feel so inclined)

- a sweet weekend morning where reader and Rick are together and they don’t have much going on so they make pancakes and coffee (optional smut: and sex on the kitchen counter/table/in bed before breakfast)

- domestic rick and reader with Judith and Carl and they’re all just happy for once 😭

You don’t have to do all or any of these just wanted to give some options/ideas bc I’m starving for rjck content and adore your writing!!

Ahhhhhhhhh I love all of these ideas! I'll start working this as soon as possible! (sorry for the delay in replying to your requests). I think I'll do each one of these ideas as one-shots. I agree there is not nearly enough Rick content out there!

Comment if you want to be tagged (in either all or some of these)!

Thanks for requesting and remember requests are always open! Again sorry for the delay! 💛

[senorarelojes]

Ficlet: The One Where Fletch Has Sex Powers

A crackfic based on @pinksyndication's running joke about how Fletch always teleports to wherever Dave and Alan are having sex.

Tags: Crackfic, Nonsense, Getting Caught, OOC-ness Rating: Mature

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All in all, Andy Fletcher was a Very Good Boy. He didn't take drugs (he didn't care what anyone said, pot wasn't a drug) and he liked drinking, but he treated the fans well and he never slept with any groupies. And it appeared that the other guys were starting to be swayed by his good example; all right, Martin was Martin, but Dave and Alan seemed to have stopped bringing girls back to their rooms. In fact, now the two of them would often head back to the hotel together after their gigs and afterparties, grinning and whispering about something or other.

“What do you think those two are up to?” Martin said, when he and Fletch were waiting for their drinks at the bar one night in New Orleans. They were watching Dave and Alan leave the club together, and Dave must have been drunk because he was holding onto Alan’s hips for balance. He did that a lot these days. Fletch thought Alan was a very good friend for tolerating that much touching.

“Dunno,” Fletch said, knocking back the whiskey a grateful fan had bought him. It burned all the way down, warm but funny in his stomach. “Dave said sometimes they read the Bible together.”

Martin laughed until he almost choked on his drink, Fletch patting him on the back until his airways were clear again. “He really said that?” Martin gasped.

“Yeah, must’ve heard him wrong,” Fletch said with a grin. “He said something about getting to know Alan biblically? Must have been stoned out of his mind.”

Martin’s brow was now wrinkled in confusion, his mouth open to ask something before they were waylaid by a group of very excited fans in very little clothing, and Fletch got distracted (okay he was faithful to Grainne, but he wasn’t a priest) and he forgot all about their topic of discussion.

Besides, the whiskey earlier was making him feel a bit odd.

***

A few days later, Fletch was still feeling the effects of the whiskey that fan had given him in New Orleans. He wasn’t sick or anything like that; he just felt like a toy soldier whose key had been wound too tightly, like all his senses had been heightened. If Martin was flirting with someone, Fletch could almost hear Martin’s heartbeat racing as though it were his very own. When one of their female roadies bent over their synths and treated Daryl to a view of her cleavage, Fletch could smell something warm and vanilla-ish, like the spiced fruit cake his mother used to bake.

The worst one was that he also seemed to have gained the knack of accidentally walking in on people making out or about to have sex. On tour, this was a most awkward scenario as Fletch had to work with these people day in and day out for months, so he most definitely did not want to get a glimpse of anyone’s arse or naughty bits. He got into the habit of knocking on any doors to announce his presence beforehand, which was most annoying as Fletch liked the freedom of going where he pleased on tour.

He almost wanted to tell Martin about the very odd things happening to him recently, but he knew Martin would just laugh it off so he decided not to. Strange things happened on tour all the time, and Martin would just tell him to be careful and watch where he was going. Besides, Fletch felt fine beyond the odd thing about his senses being magnified.

Then it all came to a head one night.

After their gig in Los Angeles, Fletch had decided to skip the afterparty because he was a bit too flushed and sweaty. Afraid that he might be coming down with the flu, Fletch went back to the hotel shortly after Dave and Alan themselves did. Ringing room service and ordering himself a nice hot tea and a bacon sandwich, Fletch decided a bath might be the best thing after a long gig; he didn’t care what Alan had to say, all that clapping would tire anyone out.

Fletch had his late dinner, then drew his bath and sat in the steaming hot water for a good thirty minutes, ignoring the moans he was hearing next door. (This was now a nightly occurrence that he attributed to the hotel’s thin walls, trying not to think about how that had never been a problem before). But after it got a bit too obscene for him to ignore, he got up and reached for his towel, drying himself and draining the water.

Fletch was almost done when his eye fell on the bathroom counter, then he frowned down at the items scattered around the bathroom sink. Those were not his toiletries. For one thing, there were too many bottles of cologne and aftershave, and there was also make up - make up! - on the counter. Where the fuck had they come from? Fletch’s heart was starting to thump loudly in his chest in panic. This didn’t look like his bathroom.

Then he heard voices from outside.

Now his heart jumped up into his throat, leaving him stricken in fear. Had robbers come in during his bath, or did fans manage to track him down? He pressed his ear against the door, startled when he heard Alan’s voice. It was both disconcerting and soothing to hear him talking, because at least it was someone he knew and trusted. Then again, what the fuck was Alan doing in his room? Maybe he’d broken in to play a prank on Fletch.

Fletch found himself grinning. Well, two could play at that game.

Flinging open the door, Fletch shouted, “Surprise, Wilder--” but his voice died because a sweaty Alan was naked on his bed, balls deep in someone who was face down in the pillows.

For a long moment, it was hard to tell who was more horrified: Fletch, or Alan, who was staring back at him in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” they both asked at the same time, before the person Alan was fucking raised their head.

“Charlie, what--” A red-faced Dave was blinking at Fletch, who just stared at him, then Alan, then him again.

That was the point where Fletch passed out.

***

When he came to, he was resting on the two-seater sofa near the window. Dave and Alan, who were both wearing the hotel’s fluffy bathrobes, were peering down at him anxiously. “Is he alive?” Dave asked, palming Fletch’s forehead.

Fletch batted his hand away with a squawk. “Don’t touch me with-- that! Who knows where it’s been!” he shouted, scrambling away from the two of them.

Dave actually had the good graces to look hurt. Hurt! As though he was the one who had walked in on his two bandmates plowing each other like a cornfield. “My hand’s clean, it’s not like I had my fingers up Alan’s arse or something,” he said huffily. “We did that yesterday.”

“Dave,” Alan said in warning. “Not the time, mate.”

“He insinuated I was dirty,” Dave protested at the same time as Fletch yelled, “Stop telling me things!”

Alan held out his hands for calm. “Okay, look. Andy, why were you in my bathroom?”

Fletch rolled his eyes. “Excuse me, this is my room.”

Shaking his head, Alan looked even more confused. “No, it’s not. It’s mine.” And sure enough, it was only now that Fletch had a good look around. He could see Alan’s various leather jackets hanging in the wardrobe, his suitcases and boots lined up against the wall.

Now Fletch really, really felt ill. “I need to lie down.”

“You are lying down,” Dave said. When Alan shot him another glare, Dave got all huffy. “What? I can’t point out facts now?”

“This still doesn’t explain how Andy ended up in the bathroom,” Alan said, running his hands through his hair. Then Dave flattened down a cowlick that was sticking up at the back, and Alan shot him a very fond smile. Fletch could hear his heartbeat kicking up too, just like Martin’s had when he’d been flirting with that cute girl.

Oh. Oh no.

“I think I have sex powers,” Fletch said faintly.

Dave and Alan just stared at him. “How hard did he hit his head when he fell down?” Dave whispered to Alan.

“No, you don’t understand.” Fletch told them about the whiskey from that fan, then about his tendency to sense people’s heightened lust, as well as the odd thing about walking in on people in various states of intimacy. Dave just looked confused, while Alan seemed thoughtful.

“I think I’ve heard of this before,” Alan said, pacing about his room while Dave not-so-subtly tried to look up his robe. “It must have been a charm a fan had given to you.”

“But why?” For the life of him, Fletch couldn’t figure out why anyone would do this to him.

Alan shrugged. “Happened to a mate of mine. It usually wears off after a week or so.”

“A week’s a very long time to stop teleporting to where people are having sex,” Fletch said in a huff, before he gestured between the two of them. “Also, when did this bloody happen?”

Dave blushed a deep beetroot red, while Alan cocked an eyebrow at Fletch. “Really? You just gained sex powers, but you’re more concerned about Dave and I making love?”

Fletch had to hold his breath before he gagged, while Dave’s blush deepened, hearts practically glowing in his eyes. “Oh, Al--”

“Okay, I’m going to use my sex powers and, um, teleport out of here,” Fletch muttered, but Alan and Dave were starting to get all handsy again so Fletch didn’t wait and bolted out of the room, running straight to Mart’s.

***

As Alan predicted, Fletch’s sex powers went away a few days after the incident with the two of them. But although he didn’t have those powers anymore, it was hard not to notice whenever Alan and Dave snuck off together. So when Martin commented on it, Fletch told him.

“How did you find out?” Martin was half-sober, so Fletch was counting on him to remember this conversation in the morning.

“My sex powers,” Fletch said.

“Your sex what?” Martin goggled at him, so Fletch told him everything that had happened. At the end of it, Martin didn’t quite look like he believed Fletch, but he wasn’t quite laughing him off either.

“So do you still have them?” Martin asked after a long silence, staring down at his own tumbler of whiskey with suspicion now.

“I hope not,” Fletch said miserably. “I probably already need years of therapy after catching Alan and Dave like that together.”

Martin was starting to smile again. “At least Dave wasn’t lying when he said he was getting to know Alan biblically.”

“You’re a silver lining kind of bloke, aren’t you?” Fletch rolled his eyes at him, because he really wasn’t kidding about the therapy.

Martin patted him on the back sympathetically. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink then. What do you want?”

“Anything but whiskey,” Fletch said, because really, he never wanted to get sex powers again.