#rickyl oneshot

[sinsandsweetness]

okok how do you feel about rickyl, with subby daryl, but reader and rick just sit there and mock him and overstimulate him until he snaps and then suddenly who’s the one being mocked? not daryl.

at the end he’s like “yeahhhh you’re never topping me again.”

or you can do this however you want? subby daryl or not, your amazing writing abilities will bring this to life no matter what.

bby anon

I love subby Daryl so….

18+ under the cut

The two of you have been taking turns working him till it physically hurt. Toned muscles twitching in front of you, while hot, wet gasps leave his throat as he tries to push your head away. Way too sensitive after the second orgasm you’ve already pulled from him. And for some reason, you aren’t stopping. But you’re only following Rick’s orders. It’s not your fault. You’re just doing as daddy says. And daddy says to keep going. To make Daryl come again.

So you do what you’re told, despite the fingers curling in your hair and tugging hard enough to earn a pained squeak. Rick notices from behind you, and pauses mid thrust, grabbing Daryl’s hand and smacking it away.

“Hands to yourself, sweetheart.”

Ricks own hands resume their grip on your hips, drawing your ass back onto him as he fucks you. Hard and deep and starting to near your own orgasm.

But despite the fire burning in your belly, the boy in front of you remains a damn mess. Fisting the sheets as little whimpers leave his lips. Unable to control the sounds pouring out of him when you moan around his cock. And even though he’s had this whiny attitude since after first release, his hips still buck up into your throat, desperately chasing yet another, blissful orgasm.

“Thought you said it was too much, Daryl? What happened to that, huh?” Rick mocks the man squirming around in front of you. His words fuelling a death glare that would make anybody who wasn’t lucky enough to be in the same bad as him right now, scared for their freakin’ life. But fortunately for you, the only scary thing about your situation is what Daryl plans to do to you when he gains control again. When Rick’s not there to boss him around. And the very thought sends butterflies to your core.

“Gonna- ugh,” Daryl moans, hands going to your hair despite the previous orders to keep them to himself. Pulling you down to take the whole of his length as he shoots his load down your throat. Warm, salty cream oozinng out of the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take all of him. Swallowing as much as you can while feeling the man’s abs contract and twitch under your touch. The heavenly sound of both him and Rick groaning, echos in the room.

Finally, you come up for air, letting out the tiniest cough as your hand comes up to wipe your mouth. Immediately met by Daryl sitting up, his lips catch yours. An attempt to distract you from the fact that you hadn’t been told to stop yet. To momentarily end the torture that you and Rick were inflicting upon him as punishment for his uncalled for, grumpy attitude earlier that day. And though he probably wasn’t done yet, upon seeing Daryl’s completely fucked out state, Rick lets it slide.

The three of you fall back onto the bed, everyone breathing all heavy, catching your breaths. Daryl’s eyes are noticeably glossed over and hazy as you tuck yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. Worried maybe the two of you took it a little too far. But Rick remains unfazed, turning to face you both with a shit eating grin on his face, “Think he learned his lesson yet?”

[sadslay]

Heyy :) Do you do Rickyl?? If you do, can I request for a Daryl x Female Reader x Rick, After the prison fell, everyone went their own directions - what would Rickyl's reaction to seeing Reader for the first time in weeks maybe a month? Established poly relationship hehe

- ALIVE ⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

warnings — very short, some fluff

your attention was pulled up from your flail as the gates began to roll open, the very sound of the rusted wheels running along the bitumen reminded you of your arrival a few weeks prior. the gate soon revealed a large group of maybe ten or more people, all of them looking tired at first glance but upon closer inspection they looked somewhat familiar.

you quickened your pace as the group flinched at a rustling in some near by bushes, finally getting close enough to realize why their faces had looked so familiar. you dropped your flail, the loud clanking of the metal causing the group’s attention to turn to you. you could have sworn your heart stopped, in fact you could have sworn time stopped as your eyes met daryls. within milliseconds he had dropped the opossum and his crossbow before he began running towards you. All of his belongings fell to the ground as you met in the middle, wrapping your around each other so tightly it almost heart.

“you’re alive.” you breathed into his neck, you voice riddled with disbelief as you held onto him tightly, too scared to let go in fear that he might disappear. “i thought i lost you.”

daryl stayed silent, basking in your presence as you tightly held onto his torso. “y/n?” a familiar voice questioned.

almost terrified to pull away, you peered over daryls shoulder to find a large portion of familiar faces from the prison. glenn, who had just called out to you had a smile plastered on his lips as a laugh fell from his lips.

“holy shit.” you smiled, the very sight of the people you called family almost bringing you to tears. you looked back at daryl who was still holding onto you tightly, the very look in his eyes making you feel safety and warmth. “i missed you so god damn much.” you muttered, planting a kiss on daryls prickly, dirtied cheek.

“missed yer too.” he grumbled, his voice sounding weak still caught in the moment of shock.

as you pulled away from daryl, you looked past him to find rick handing judith to carl. the very sight almost bringing you to tears as rick hurriedly began to walk towards you with open arms. together you met in the middle as you jumped into his arms - your legs wrapping around his waist in the process - , the scruff of his bread tickling your cheek as he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

“beard’s gettin’ a little long don’t ya think?” you giggled, your feet reconnecting with the ground as you slightly pulled back to find rick laughing along with you. after his laughter simmered down, one hand remaining on your lower waist while the other rose to cradle your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes as you whispered, “i thought i’d lost both of you.”

“we’re here now.” he smiled, the pair of you almost forgetting about the crowd of people watching you.

“come on in guys!” arron spoke calming, his voice sounding exhausted as he ushered the others in.

⋆☆

later that night as everyone began to settle into your home - their things scattered across your living and dining room floor - you found yourself watching from the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“yer think we can trust this place?” daryl asked as he leant up against the kitchen counter by your side, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

you looked up, admiring each detail of his face in case it would be the last time you saw it before smiling, “mmhmm.” you hummed.

in a synchronized motion, you both turned back to look at the others. your eyes were drawn right to rick as he was nursing judith while talking to carl, the very action bringing a warmth to your heart that you had almost forgotten.

“he missed ya.” daryl spoke in a low whisper, his attention now focused on rick. “he didn’t stop worryin’ about yer either.” he added. “we really thought we’d never see ya again.” daryl continued quietly, his words causing you to pull your eyes away from rick to look up into his eyes.

instead of replying you simply rested your head on daryls shoulder as you turned your focus back to the group and as everyone began to settle in you we’re reminded of a time many months ago. a simpler time when the threat of uncertainty was a hell of a lot smaller and the community you had built had become your family.

for a brief moment you indulged yourself in the memory of the prison and the sanctuary it offered you, the opportunities it offered you and the people it introduced to you. you were so incredibly grateful for that prison, because without it, you would never have met daryl or rick.

pulling you out of your thoughts was daryls soft horse voice, “come on.”

“where are we goin’?” you asked in a low whisper, straightening yourself back up before noticing rick wandering towards the front door.

daryl didn’t reply, he only began to follow ricks lead by walking towards the front door as everyone began to fall asleep. you quietly followed the pair before joining them on the dimly lit porch, where daryl had already begun lighting a cigarette.

“can’t believe you smoke that stale shit.” you laughed weakly, propping yourself up onto the balustrade while the pair stood in front of you.

daryl replied with a low grumble before letting out a cloud of smoke while the cigarette remained between his lips. “they been lookin’ after you?” daryl asked, his head motioning to some of the locals walking by.

“been lookin’ after myself.” you quipped, earning a chuckle from both men.

you stuck you hand out, motioning for daryl to give you the cigarette. as he obliged you placed the stale cigarette between you lips before taking in a deep breath. a cough erupted from your chest as you gave back the cigarette.

rick stepped closer to you, his hand resting on your knee before it began to snake up to your hip. “we’re here now.” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss on your cheekbone. “we’ll take care of ya.” he continued, his lips meeting yours.

it was a kiss you had longed for, for many months. it started out slow and soft, but quickly grew into something more. a soft gasp feel from your lip as you felt another hand on your thigh.

“i missed you.” you breathed, parting with ricks lips just for a moment. “i missed you both.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

a/n - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! i also don’t know if i like :/

[ahhale-werewolves]

i was clearing out/looking through some old word docs of fics i started yearsss ago and never posted anywhere and honestly i have so much backlogged rickyl that im now like “damn i should finish writing this because i really want to see where it goes”

Rickyl drafts i have on my laptop:

- cowboys/outlaws (rick leads a gang of outlaws that are preparing to score on a town, daryl’s the barkeep that gets pulled into their orbit)

- pirates AU (rick is a fearsome pirate and he takes a liking to daryl during a siege)

- rick’s head of a biker gang and daryl’s a beleaguered bar owner that the club frequents

- rick is a ranger on a mountain/park and daryl is his most trusted guide

- a random oneshot where shane moved out of his and rick’s shared apartment because he got more serious with his GF and shane finds daryl to fill the room/rent payment and daryl for whatever reasons wears these ridiculously tiny booty shorts. it takes wayyyyyy too long for rick to find out that daryl is wearing them to try and seduce rick into making a move.

- they’re in a band, rick’s the lead singer and daryl’s a guitarist and there is the level of sexual tension you would expect from two men trying to deny they are in love with each other and grinding on each other NoN-sExUaLlY during a show

- and like so many stories of them being vampires or werewolves lol.

[most--curiously--blue--eyes]

Sometimes I just get overwhelmed with feelings for my ship and by sometimes I mean now and by the ship I mean rickyl like wtf how did this happen to me I'm too old for this

[1lostone]

ao3 wrapped

Here's my tweet, but you can read it under the cut, too. (ps I'm kind of awkward on twitter so if anyone wants to follow me and help me be less dumb I'm down!)

1. yearly wc is 150833

2. It is this one, surprisingly. #sterek https://archiveofourown.org/works/35054479

3. Dream of Life Again by Barlowgirl https://archiveofourown.org/works/826746 Resurrected Laura.

4. Tie between Sterek, Star Trek and Rickyl. I can't decide sorry.

5. Oh, that's easy. Bones. (Which is weird because I'm probably more of a k/s shipper but there ya go.)

6. Clementine snorted. “Are you kidding me? This is like the happy ending shit I live for. I couldn’t be happier for you, man. I take it, this is your son and. . . partner?” At her innocent question, Daryl felt like every bone in his body snapped to attention. Negan made a sound that sounded a lot like a smothered guffaw, and Daryl really was gonna maim that motherfucker one of these days. He felt his cheeks absolutely burn with a blush that made him feel lightheaded. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23761204 #Rickyl okay that was probably supposed to be shorter but fuck it. I love that part. 😅

7. 2016-03-20- Published. 2021-11-18- Completed. IT TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I DID IT GODDAMNIT. #spirk, #kirkxspock, Conscience and Concern https://archiveofourown.org/works/6305983

8. Well, I started a fic a few weeks ago that is my only WIP- https://archiveofourown.org/works/35318314

9. & 10- Um... Shook Me Cold, https://archiveofourown.org/works/18933100

11. Again and Again

12. Shook Me Cold is from a David Bowie song - She Shook Me Cold https://youtu.be/o_Cv_rmz8zs

13. That I was writing! I know the word count is a lot but I go through these weird dead phases where my RL gets so busy that I can't do anything else. So, when I see that I've finished a lot of something I'm like, 'well damn. Go me!'

14. This one was hard. "I'm LOVING IT! It's actually inspired me; I've had a huge dose of the dreaded block throughout lockdown, and have only written a few drabbles, a few poems and one oneshot! Ugh. But the Huddling For Warmth trope in your fic reminded me of how much I love itand have never actually written it before! So, THANK YOU bc I've just posted chapter one of a new story, huzzah! I'll be writing in between finishing Shook Me Cold :)" by all-or-nothing-baby (BundleOfSoy)

15. I haven't read a tremendous amount of fic this year. Or rather, I looked up a bunch of fic and added it to my 'Marked for Later' but it's still Later and I haven't gotten to it. Fave author tho is #mojoflower. I read their stuff over and over.

16. Total # of fics 4. Total # of chapters 32.

17. Oh, that's easy. I was in a writing slump and hadn't talked to my friend @twdobsessive in a while, so we both decided to work on a little sumpthin sumpthin and it's awesome because there's no pressure and no stress and just whenever one of us can bang something out we call it a win. It probably won't be done for a hot minute, but I'm very excited.

PS If you read all this, you're a trooper <3

[spanishrose2002]

Written in response to a prompt by @therealsonia

Oneshot, Alexandria. There's a heat wave, in more ways than one, and Daryl needs a little pep talk to make his move. Rickyl "bromance" in that they're the only characters present. Caryl is the main topic of conversation. Hints/discussion of Richonne. Some language and suggestion.

[sinsandsweetness]

CURRENTLY WORKING ON/PLAN TO WRITE <3

just wanted to make a list so that I remember what I am wanting to write and so you guys can see what’s in the works, if you are curious or care :) I will keep this post updated!

SERIES

- sex and zombies final two chapters

- cabin in the woods (undetermined length tbh. Might be a lot…)

- poison part 4, and 5

ONESHOTS/OTHERS

- rickyl x reader jealousy/protective smut

- rickyl x reader threesome (with some Rick x Daryl)

- so much more stepdad!rick (shower sex)

- mean dom!daryl w/ soft!dom Rick smut

* Plus a couple others from my inbox that I don’t wanna give away quite yet🤭

[walkerstwd]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes Characters: Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon Additional Tags: rick grimes - Freeform, daryl dixon - Freeform, Rickyl, Rickyl edit, Set somewhere, We believe in Alexandria, Smut is smut right?, Rimming, Almost licking, I LOVED that OneShot, They need to continue testing that theory, Cuz we all love shameless smut, We HATE watermarks, But some people can't do things right, So we mark them and is sooo shitty, Frottage, I was a good girl this week Summary:

Edit based on the fic Testing a Theory by HigherMagic.

[ao3-rickylmerthurj2]

Your Brother Brought A Gun To A Dildo Fight? by <a href="/users/FandomLifeTookMyHandAndSaidRUN/pseuds/CarylDixonandGrimes" rel="author">CarylDixonandGrimes (FandomLifeTookMyHandAndSaidRUN)</a>

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kLUNv0

by CarylDixonandGrimes (FandomLifeTookMyHandAndSaidRUN)

Merle is arrested after a failed attempt to rob a sex toy store. This short oneshot explores the aftermath.

Words: 2039, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Merle Dixon (mentioned)

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes

Additional Tags: Non-Graphic Violence, Sex toys used in self defense, Dildos, Rimming, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Rickyl Writers' Group, sloppy blowjob

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kLUNv0

[darkangelz87]

Rickyl Oneshot (Thanksgiving Wishes)

Thanksgiving Wishes

 It was turning Fall in the town of Alexandria.

The leaves were changing colors, bright reds, yellows, orange, dull browns and a little light pink here and there and the grass was withering and dying, along with the flowers that were planted in little pots and gardens around the town here and there. The weather was getting chilly, the sky turning a dark gray and the people in Alexandria were cutting trees and starting up their fireplaces for warmth, smoke filling the air.

Rick and his people had finally found a peaceful place, it seemed, where they could rest from their trials ever since the Walker outbreak had begun. To Rick, it sometimes still felt like a dream though, something that wouldn’t last for very long.

Rick was standing on his own front porch, Judith sitting on his hip as he leaned against the railing of the house that he and Carl had picked out in Alexandria for their place. Well, it wasn’t where he, Carl and Judith stayed at by their selves only but Michonne stayed over, spending time with Judith and Carl and sleeping there sometimes. Also the other people in his group came over to visit, talk and spend time with him and his family sometimes. 

Rick’s sharp eyes jumped to sudden movement in his vision as a group of children ran around a corner of one of the houses, laughing and chasing each other down the street. Rick smiled, petting Judith’s soft hair as he held her close to him in a warm hug as the little girl gurgled happily, as she sleepily snuggled up to his shoulder. Rick could feel her gentle breathing and he was so thankful, so very thankful for this safe place at that moment.

“Why the frown?”

He startled, jerking back and glaring as Daryl smirked up at him, his messy hair in his sparkling blue eyes as he hefted up his crossbow on his shoulder, one hand holding a string of squirrels and one hand beginning to nervously tap on the railing between him and Rick. He mumbled, “Didn’t mean ta scare ya, jumpy.”

Rick grinned. He couldn’t help but feel comforted at the sight of Daryl, standing there in his usual angel winged vest, his bare arms bunching up in nervous jitters as he bit his chapped lips, scuffing his battered boots as he anxiously waited for Rick to answer him. Some things never changed but Rick was happy that he could rely on Daryl’s constant, dependable presence.

He hefted Judith up higher on his hip as he jokingly said, “I’m frowning at your lack of clothes. Daryl, you need to at least wear a jacket at least or a long-sleeved shirt underneath your vest. Don’t want my right-hand man catching a cold.”

Daryl snorted, a little look of rebellion flitting through his eyes but a flash of something else. Rick couldn’t exactly figure out what it was but it was nice to see that look in Daryl’s eyes. Probably the closest thing he’ll ever get to seeing or hearing Daryl laugh. Rick smiled, a warmth flooding through his chest at the thought of Daryl laughing one day. He’ll have to see if he could get the man to do that one day

.Daryl threw the squirrels down on the porch, waving a hand at Rick in mock annoyance as he growled, “What are ya, my mother? I ain’t gonna catch no cold. Been running around shirtless in thirty-degree weather when I was a child and never got sick. Anyways, gotcha some squirrels.”

Rick smirked, “Thanks. I’ll throw it in with the batch of pheasants, turkey and deer you’ve brought us. Really, Daryl, I appreciate it but we have enough food now. You don’t have to go hunting for us anymore, if you don’t want to.”

 Daryl glared, a hurt expression briefly passing over his face as he snapped, “I wanna.” Rick shrugged, “That’s okay. If you want to, then go ahead. I know Carl enjoys the squirrel meat, Judy favors the turkey and I personally like the deer soup you used to make at the prison.” Daryl’s eyes flashed with a sudden intense look that had Rick intrigued but also sad when it just as quickly went away as he continued, “Michonne likes pies she can make with the Pheasant.” Daryl’s face went blank, his eyes quickly aimed at the ground as he growled, “Well, gotta go piss. See ya later.”

Rick blinked at the sudden change in atmosphere as the man stomped off, his eyes glaring ahead of him as he headed for Aaron’s house. Rick yelled, “Hey! Don’t forget that we have a meeting tonight, at my place!” Daryl waved a hand, acknowledging that he heard him.

Rick pet Judy’s back as he sighed, “Really, that man…”

He had noticed a change in Daryl after Michonne had drawn closer to him, Judith and Carl. Daryl had been sleeping over at their place as well, at first out on the porch until Rick had threatened him with a board to his head if he didn’t get off the porch and find a room for himself, of course, he had taken the room across from Rick’s that next day.

Everything had been fine, better than fine as the hard, kind of closed, quiet man had opened to them, roughhousing with Carl in the living room, showing him how to shoot his crossbow and helping Rick take care of Judith when Rick felt like he would pass out from fatigue, staying up at night with Judy and taking care of Alexandria at the same time.

And he was silently there for Rick, listening to him when he needed to talk about his frustrations with the Alexandrians, giving him quiet support and advice when he needed it and he was a warm presence that Rick enjoyed having around.

That all changed when Michonne moved in, to be closer to Judy and Carl. Daryl had looked almost betrayed and he grew quiet towards them. And one day, he just vanished. He took off in the woods for a while but came back and moved in with Aaron and his boyfriend. And he slowly started to talk to Rick again and the gifts of dead animals started appearing on his porch and he didn’t have to ask Daryl to know who it was.

Rick shook his head, “That man can be a mystery sometimes…”

A cough wracked through him, startling him as he shivered at the burst of cold wind. He smiled at Judith’s big blue eyes, staring up at him, “You awake honey? Let’s go get ready for our meeting tonight and get out of this cold, huh? Don’t want me or you catching a cold now, do we?” He kissed Judith on top of her head as he walked over to pick up the squirrels, opening the door and walking into sweet warmth.

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It was in the afternoon, everyone was gathering for the monthly meeting that Rick and his people held to make sure everything was still going well for everyone in Alexandria.

Abraham, Sasha and Rosita were all sitting on the couch in the living room, the silent menacing looks passed between the two women very noticeable to the people in the living room besides Abraham who was just sucking, nibbling on his cigar and throwing in a joke here and there.

Eugene was sitting in a chair next to Father Gabriel, tinkering with a broken radio as the Father sat next to him, looking around and smiling at the group that he was happy to call his family now as they all laughed and chatted together.

Glenn was animatedly telling Rick how they needed to build a theater to hold live shows, to keep the younger people from getting in trouble around the town while Maggie gently leaned into his shoulder, listening happily to the love of her life throwing himself into something he felt strongly about.

Michonne was sitting on a stool, Judith in her lap and Carl in-between her legs, sitting in the floor and amusedly peering at the people jabbering around him while sipping on a glass of iced tea. Rick was sitting in a recliner, his back to the wall where Daryl and Aaron were standing. Rick could feel Daryl’s eyes slide over him and away a couple of times but he just brushed it off as he continued to listen to his people and throw in some comments here and there.

The group was interrupted by a knock on the door. Rick walked over to the door and Carol was on the other side, a little grin on her face as she held two pies in her hands, “Hey, Rick. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving so I thought I’d bring some Pumpkin Pies over.”

Rick was shocked, “Thanksgiving’s tomorrow?” Carol walked by him and Rick followed her into the living room where she started to hand out the pie, “Yeah, one of the Alexandrians has been keeping a calendar and she told me Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I didn’t think anybody would be doing anything for the holiday so I thought I’d bake us some pies in its memory at least.”

Rick was about to sit down and suddenly felt dizzy, stumbling a bit as he fell back in the chair. He shook his head, surprised as a pair of rough hands grabbed his shoulders, “You okay, Rick?” He looked up into a pair of concerned blue eyes and he smiled, patting one of the hunter’s hands,“I’m fine. Just got dizzy for a bit.” Daryl didn’t look convinced but he backed away, resuming his place next to Aaron

.Rick chuckled a bit as he looked at everyone enjoying Carol’s pie in their own way and he felt a little sad at the homesick looks on some of their faces.

 Carol came over to give him a piece but Rick shook his head, “Nah, don’t want any. I’m not hungry.” He could feel the sudden onslaught of concern radiating out of the wall behind him and he just smiled and shook his head, ‘The overprotective dummy’.

When everybody started to leave, Rick walked out onto the porch to watch everyone go and he shivered into his warm jacket, stifling a cough here and there as he waved at everyone and giving a hug here and there to the women as they all left.

Daryl walked up beside him, reaching out and patting him gently on the shoulder as his breath wafted through the air like the cigarettes he loved to smoke, “It’s nice.” Rick lifted an eyebrow, unknowingly leaning into Daryl’s grip, making Daryl jump, “Hmmm?” Daryl looked a little flustered, “Uh… the group, being happy. It’s nice. Are you okay, Rick? You act…” That was the last thing he heard as he started to fall, the world blacking out and Daryl’s scared face flashing in front of him as he faded away.

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Heat… sweat… coughs wracking his sore body as he shivered awake, feeling brief consciousness slip away from him again as he heard someone say, “Just keep him warm. We’ll try to get him some antibiotics as soon as possible.”

“What if it’s not fast enough, dammit!?”

“Then we won’t have to worry about the antibiotics now, will we?”

“DARYL! Stop choking the man!”

Fevered dream of Carl chopping his fingers off and telling him that it’s okay, they’d grow back, Judy grew fangs and was chasing dogs around to eat them and Daryl was kissing on Aaron… where the heck did that come from? And why was he mad???

The next time he regained consciousness, he remembered Carl sitting by him and saying something… “I love you dad. Don’t go.”

And somewhere in the black, he saw flitting faces and voices of his people, his family as they all stood over him and encouraged him to keep living, don’t give up and Gabriel was praying for him, more than once.

Suddenly, he felt like the blackness was turning gray, his senses weren’t so dull but he felt sore all over like he’d been beat with a stick and he was surprised to hear his breathing was like a wheezing gurgling mess. He coughed loudly and felt the insides of his chest rattle and he growled as he tried to open his eyes, mucus keeping them firmly shut as he whimpered, “Hey…”

He reached out, blindly trying to feel anything or anybody as he started to feel panicky at not being able to open his eyes, “Anybody?” He stopped as he heard a door slam shut and quick steps thump across the floor as he sighed, wanting to talk some more but frustrated at the lack of air to his lungs so he just trembled, trying to sit up and was shocked as someone pushed him back down, a hand running over his forehead, wiping his sweaty curls out of his face and their fingers stopping as they seemed to notice the mucus sticking to his eyes. He heard them snap at their self in annoyance as they walked out of the room.

Rick fell back to sleep but was jerked back awake by the touch of a warm wash cloth over his eyes as it was gently wiped across his eyes. Rick growled as he tried to open his eyes but just felt his eyelashes pull at each other with the gunk. He heard the person soothing him with a low hum, one hand was wiping his eyes and the other was running through his hair, sliding over his stubbly cheek and Rick shivered as the person gently kissed the top of his head and kept humming.

He heard the door across the room creak and the person stopped wiping Rick’s eyes, “Hey! Dad’s awake?” He heard the person grunt then walk out of the room as Rick struggled to separate his lashes from the yucky substance on his eyes, “Hey…” Carl jumped on him and his eyes broke free from their bondage and he coughed, “Carl… ow.”

Carl laughed, hugging him, “Sorry dad but I couldn’t help it. We were all worried about you. I’m so glad you’re awake!” Rick smiled, huffing for air as he wheezed, “Need… drink…” He weakly leaned back in the bed as Carl ran out the door, going to get him something to drink and yelling all the way that Rick was awake.

Rick heaved a big wheezy breath then shakily touched his face, a hot blush creeping on his cheeks as he remembered the big rough hands that were gentle with him earlier and the chapped lips that had softly brushed his head.

Rick smiled, “Heh…”

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After that, he felt like he was under an onslaught of visitors as not just his people but the Alexandrians came over to wish him well and to get better very soon. He would croak out a few words, thanking them for their words and gifts then Michonne would chase them out with an evil look and her katana.

He was silently afraid that Judith would catch it because he had been holding her earlier but she seemed to be doing okay, very happy to see her daddy every once in a while with either Carl or Michonne but squalling when they wouldn’t let her be held by him as they would take her away after a while.

Glenn told him that the town doctor had said that he had a sudden bad case of Pneumonia and that he would need antibiotics to make it but the town pharmacy didn’t have any at the moment. He had laughed as he told Rick how Daryl had went berserk on the guy’s ass and they actually had to save the doctor from Daryl before he had choked him to death. Daryl had gone off and found some antibiotics for Rick but it had taken him two or three days to find it.

Carol had told Rick also that Daryl had barely eaten and had been watching him ever since he’d lost consciousness. 

That’s all Rick needed to hear

.He was finally being able to breathe and talk better but he still couldn’t get around very good so he sat up in bed, watching the town outside of his bedside window when he turned around at the sound of the door opening up. Rick perked up at the sight of the dirty archer, he smiled, “Hey… long time… no see.”

 He lifted up his eyebrows as Daryl purposely walked over and pushed a steaming bowl of soup under his nose, “Eat.” Rick arched an eyebrow and grinned, “Threatening me?” Daryl sighed, pulling one of the stools that people were using to sit in, up to Rick’s bedside and took a spoonful of the soup, pushing it under his nose.

Rick smiled at him and opened his mouth, allowing Daryl to push the spoon in his mouth and Rick’s eyes lit up at the tastes that flooded his senses as he breathlessly said, “Squirrel soup?” Daryl blew out a breath, nodding his head, almost looking embarrassed as Rick grinned from ear to ear, “Thank you.”

Daryl spooned another spoonful of soup and put it up to Rick’s lips. Rick looked up at Daryl, feeling a sudden spurt of courage as he swallowed the warm mouthful of tasty liquid and he swiftly grabbed Daryl’s hand, holding him close to him as he stared intently in Daryl’s wide, startled blue eyes.

Rick slid his other hand through Daryl’s tangled, long hair and Daryl’s eyes grew wide in shock and realization as his hand continued down to his scruffy face and he gently pulled him to him as he kissed the top of Daryl’s head as he whispered, “Thank you.”

He pulled away and squeaked a bit in surprise as Daryl grabbed his curly hair with his free hand and broke his other hand away from Rick’s, letting the forgotten spoon drop to the floor as he ran a rugged, big calloused finger across Rick’s lips.

Rick looked up at Daryl’s gentle, blue eyes and he was overcome with the hidden emotions that he saw there and he suddenly realized what those warm looks had meant, those flashes of feelings that he couldn’t put a name to, the gentle touches, the stupid animals he had brought to them and the jealousy towards Michonne that he had shown recently.

He felt Daryl’s finger trembling as he held it against his lips and the uncertainty in his voice when he strangled out, “May I?” and Rick’s heart melted in his ribcage at the sweetness and innocence there.

Rick never felt any surer of anything in his life as he whispered, “You may.” And Daryl gently pushed his lips against his. It was so sweet that it took his breath away and he felt a tear run down his face at the feelings that was swirling in his chest.

Daryl pulled away and gently held Rick to his chest in a tight, warm hug and Rick snuggled up to the strong man’s warmth and he gently spoke, “I’m so thankful for you. For this, for us.”

Daryl kissed his cheek, “Me too.”

Inside they were both wishing the same thing, that every Thanksgiving from here on will be just as wonderful as this one.

The End.

I hope everyone has a very Happy Thanksgiving full of love, laughter and Turkey. :) love you all! 

And i want to dedicate this oneshot to @rickylloverao3! Hope you enjoy it sweetheart! I’ll write some more around Christmas break!

[ao3-rickylmerthurj2]

Testing a Theory - Edit by <a href="/users/PixieReedus/pseuds/PixieReedus" rel="author">PixieReedus</a>, <a href="/users/Rickyl_edits/pseuds/Rickyl_edits" rel="author">Rickyl_edits</a>, <a href="/users/YeyaGrimes/pseuds/YeyaGrimes" rel="author">YeyaGrimes</a>

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by PixieReedus, Rickyl_edits, YeyaGrimes

Edit based on the fic Testing a Theory by HigherMagic.

Words: 45, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes

Additional Tags: rick grimes - Freeform, daryl dixon - Freeform, Rickyl, Rickyl edit, Set somewhere, We believe in Alexandria, Smut is smut right?, Rimming, Almost licking, I LOVED that OneShot, They need to continue testing that theory, Cuz we all love shameless smut, We HATE watermarks, But some people can't do things right, So we mark them and is sooo shitty, Frottage, I was a good girl this week

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[ao3-rickylmerthurj2]

Pretty boy by <a href="/users/darus_rovia/pseuds/darus_rovia" rel="author">darus_rovia</a>

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by darus_rovia

Judith Grimes, a teenager who likes make up and decides to make Daryl look beautiful.

Words: 392, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Judith Grimes

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, AU, judith is 15, she likes make up, daryl in make up, Make Up, Short & Sweet, Oneshot, rickyl household, Rick and Daryl are married, Fluff

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[darkangelz87]

Rickyl Oneshot

I wrote this little diddly while sitting in the library yesterday. It's super short but hope u all like it! :3 I Love Books (or maybe Bookworms) ❤ I had to go to the library one day, to check out some books on lawn care. I remember Carl's snarled lip and cute, ridiculing tone to his voice, "Dad, that's so boring." According to him, I just transformed into a rickety old man who just wanted to talk about the weather and annoyingly pinch his cheek. I just rolled my eyes at the recent memory, pulling out a book from the library shelf that read, 'Perfect Gardens, Perfect Lawn care.' I tried to read the back and keep an eye and ear out for twelve year old Carl as well. When I was glancing in the direction Carl was in, I couldn't help but notice a leather clad biker dude walking by in the hallway, a big stack full of books in his arms. The man noticed him and he winked at him slyly, making Rick startle and quickly look away and almost jog to another book aisle. Rick's heart pounded as he tried to get his mind back on flowers, trees and books, not on tight, leather pants and long eyelashes. 'DAMN his attraction to tough men' He thought that phase was done and over with, when his teen years went by and his fleeting physical attraction to the quarterback of his school football team and this gruff, wild teen called Drake. But apparently being with a woman for years and being 'straight' dad of the year hadn't taken that attraction out of his system. He tried to brush the startling revelation away and get back to browsing through the aisles. Thirty minutes went by, he had gathered up four garden books by then and he couldn't help but check in on Carl. The boy was never that quiet at home. He began to search in the preteen books when he heard his boy's laugh from over in the young adult section. Rick was a little startled to find his boy sitting in a big red bean bag next to an older man, who was lounging in a purple bean bag beside him, animatedly reading to his son who was openly entranced with what was hearing. Rick's heart jumped into his throat. It was the biker guy from before! Rick quickly ducked into a aisle behind them, listening to them and peeking at them from behind shields made of book spines and pages as he heard Carl giggle, "You're a awesome reader, Mister. You should read to people for money." The man smirked, snapping the book he was holding closed as he flipped his long, tangled hair out of his face. He mock bowed to Carl, a deep voice gliding from his lips, "Thank you, Carl. I'm glad ya enjoyed it, though I don't really think they're hiring any professional storytellers amywheres but thanks for the compliment." Rick felt like he could listen to that deep southern accent all day... what the fuck?! Almost like he could hear Rick's crazy thoughts, the strange man turned around, his tight leather jacket with white angel wings on the back creaking as he smoothly crossed his legs, his blue eyes sparking with amusement, "Looks like we have us a spy." Rick mentally kicked himself for thinking that he would gladly let this man handcuff him and take him away on the back of his motorcycle (if he actually had one). Carl beamed, waving at him, "Hey dad! Come meet Daryl!" Rick felt like Daryl had X-ray vision with the way those piercing blue eyes picked him apart as he slowly looked him up and down, from curly hair to his dusty cowboy boots, "So, this is yer dad?" Carl looked absolutely delighted as I blushed like a frikking teenager, "Yeah! He's a awesome dad! Although he can be mega boring sometimes, like he wanted to come hear to get 'garden' books-" Rick quickly cut his son off as he snapped his hand out in front of Daryl as he glared at Carl, "My name's Rick Grimes. I hope my son didn't bother you while I was gone. He can be 'testy' sometimes." Carl instantly went on the defensive, "HEY! I ain't no baby!" All the while Carl and Rick were bickering back and forth, Daryl was silently smiling at the father and son, then his eyes turned to Rick's still outstretched hand. He felt a lopsided smirk bloom on his face as he licked his lips as he slyly looked up at a very distracted, embarrassed Rick's face. Daryl hoped he was reading things right, but... oh hell, why not? He grabbed Rick's big, calloused hand and he gently pressed his rough knuckles to his chapped lips. It all went deathly quiet and he looked up to see Rick blushing bright red as Carl's little mouth turned into a perfect 'O' shape from surprise. Daryl grinned, "Why hello there, Rick. Yer just my type." He winked, Carl giggled while squealing, "Can we keep him?? He can read me stories!" as Rick turned firetruck red. All Daryl was thinking was: The tall, curly haired gorgeous man wasn't pulling his hand away from him. This guy brought out something 'different' in him and Daryl could tell, getting this man to fall in love with him was going to be very fun indeed. ~The End!~ Hope you all liked! More Rickyl is in the works, so keep hanging in there with me, please. Love you all ❤

[darkangelz87]

Rickyl Drabble

This was a little thingy that was poking at my mind till I wrote it. Just a little fluffy thing. Hope you enjoy tho. Love Never Dies Blue eyes flitted to gaze at a rugged hand where a black and blue butterfly folded and unfolded it's wings. The man drew in a deep breath, the smell of cedar and earth filling his senses, he held it all in as he watched the fragile, beautiful creature rest on his hand. His eyes grew soft with emotions, his heart pounding harder as his gaze slid down to his shoulder where his love, his fearless leader, Rick Grimes slept. His head was resting on Daryl's shoulder in a rare show of vulnerability and trust in his romantic partner as he let down his guard in front of the group, snuggling up to Daryl all night, under the trees. Daryl softly smiled, leaning ever so slightly over to place a gentle kiss in Rick's curly hair. Daryl's eyes flitted back, to stare once more at the butterfly, it's colorful wings fluttering and he thought to himself, 'You're beautiful but you will only last for a little while.' The butterfly flew away, almost like it was offended at his silent thoughts. Daryl smirked as he watched it fly away. His blue eyes sparkled as he turned to stare at Rick. He whispered, "You're beautiful and I swear, that you will last. As long as I live, I'll protect you." He woke his true love with a kiss under the watchful gaze of the cedar trees and one fluttering butterfly.