#rickyl x you

[sinsandsweetness]

Please can u do a rickyl breeding kink. Like they see how she looks after Judith and it makes them want to take turns filling her up ❤️❤️

TAKING TURNS

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, breeding kink obv, smut, creampies, FMM threesome, taking turns, mentions of getting reader pregnant, pregnancy and unprotected p in v. kinda fluffy and not rlly proofread…

notes- first time writing a breeding kink so… let me know how it is:) reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

Daryl nudges his friend, taking a sip of the bottle of water in front of him. “Quit starin’ .” He hisses, breaking Rick’s gaze away from you. Sitting all pretty, on a rug in his cell. Judith sitting right in front of you, a little, blue rattle keeping her attention as you talk to her. Your sweet, soft voice, mumbling quiet little praises at her. And she won’t stop grabbing for your hand or your hair or the rattle as she babbles away.

“M’not… staring…” Rick mumbles.

“I can practically see your dick getting hard. Pick your jaw up off the floor, yeah?” Daryl says, pretending that he’s not just as guilty. They both glance back over and rake their eyes over the shape of your body. The way your tank top cups your breasts, and your shorts hug your hips. And most importantly, how fucking attractive you are, smiling and blowing kisses at the 5 month old in front of you. How… maternal. It was driving both the boys a little crazy.

Daryl can’t help but imagine you holding his own mini me. A little boy with his eyes and your hair. And definitely Daryl’s attitude.

For Rick, seeing how good you are with his baby girl, it made his heart swell. Feeding her and playing with her, always being the one to know exactly what she needs. Seeing just how natural it comes to you. How he knows you’d be a good mom one day. How he wants to be the one to make you a mom one day.

“Like you’re any better.” Rick shoots back, his voice tearing Daryl out of his daydream. Both men still staring. And as you look over, they both straighten up. You wave the rattle at them and give a sweet smile, returning your attention to a talkative Judith quickly after.

“Fuck.” They both mumble in unison.

“It’s hard enough having no condoms around here. And then she’s gotta go ahead n’…”

“Make you actually wanna put a baby in her?” Daryl finishes Rick’s sentence for him. Whether it was what he was going to say, or just what he’s really thinking, it didn’t matter. It was true.

Ricks jaw clenches at the thought and he actually has to look away. The front of his jeans are all tight and his cheeks turn warm.

“She’s gettin’ a little fussy,” Both boys turn around to you walking over, holding a crying Judith. “Think she might need daddy to put her to bed.”

Rick has to bite his tongue at that comment. Taking his baby girl from your arms, and she seems to calm down fairly quick in his arms.

“Thanks,” he shifts Judith onto his hip and leans down to your ear to whisper, “You, uh… you stayin’ up or headin’ to bed?”

You smile at him all knowingly. “I could stay up if it means I get to see you a little longer…”

Rick nervously chews his lip and gives you a weak smile as he heads off to his cell, to calm Judith down and put her in her crib.

Daryl clears his throat and you turn to face him.

“What?” You kind of half laugh, as his hand starts playing with the hem of your shorts. “Nothin.” He bites back a smile. “Wanna get outta here?” He jokes, hand making it’s way up your waist, thumb brushing your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank.

“Um…” you look over, distracted by the curtain closing in the doorway of Rick’s cell.

“Hey, look.” Daryl grabs your attention and your hand, starting off towards your own cell. “He’s gonna be a minute. We’ll just get started without him. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

And he didn’t. Didn’t mind at all. Walking in on the two of you. Laying on your back, shorts already gone, with your legs wrapped around Daryl’s waist. An elbow by your face, propping him up so he could kiss you all slow and sloppy. Little grunts and moans falling from the two of you as he ground against you, nice and gently. The lace of your panties rubbing so deliciously in between your clit and his crotch.

“M- more-” you stutter, not realizing that you have extra company.

“Think that can be arranged, don’t you Daryl?” Ricks voice startles the both of you, turning to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt, knee dipping into the mattress, dangerously close. You swallow hard, lips all wet and swollen. Daryl’s shirt already peeled off and on the ground.

“One’s not enough for you is it, baby? Gotta have two cocks filling you right up. Ain’t that right?” Rick asks, leaning in for a hot, open mouthed kiss that you accept so graciously, hands going to the back of his neck and pulling him into the tangle of limbs on the squeaky bunk bed.

“Mhm.” You agree against his tongue, Daryl pulling at your panties and the two men take their turns. One kissing you, lips trailing down your neck and nipping little marks on to your breasts as the other fucks you so good and hard. And your begging for them as quietly as you can, hoping not to wake anyone up.

“What’s that? Gotta speak up, sweetheart.” Daryl tells you as Ricks dick pumps in to you at a harsh pace, a little whimper leaving your mouth before you can even answer.

“Want you- wanna cum.”

“I didn’t get quite that, did you?” Rick turns to Daryl, who’s biting his lip, trying not to laugh, “You wanna cum, sweetie? Or you want us to?”

“B-both please. Please.” You whine, grabbing onto both of their arms, grip tightening as you feel your orgasm begin to approach.

“Gonna fill you up nice and good, baby. Get you so full of cum, you won’t even know which one of us got you pregnant.”

And your eyes widen at Ricks words. Starting to shake your head ‘no’ but Daryl interrupts you with a kiss.

“Don’t you want it? Tell us how bad you want it, princess.” He orders against your lips. Demanding a price for your orgasm.

“Yes… I want it, Dare,” you whine, arching your back as Ricks tip continues to abuse your g-spot.

“You can do better then that.” He says, leaning back and admiring the sight of you getting absolutely railed. Legs folded to your chest, and your pearly, white juices dripping onto the sheets.

The sight makes his cock twitch and he thinks he could cum right there.

“Want it so bad. Want your cum, Dare. Want- uh- want you to fill me up, please.”

“Mmm, that’s better.” Daryl says, grabbing you by the foot and kissing the inside of your calf. Spreading you open to watch you get cream-pied by his best friend.

“Put- put a baby in me, Rick.” You whimper, eyes rolling back and you reach your climax. Feeling his own hips stuttering immediately, the comment clearly sending him over the edge. Burying himself deep in your cunt as he cums with a groan. Pulling out and switching positions with Daryl. A little grumble of, “I’m going first next time, asshole.” Coming from his lips, before he slides right into you. Giving you zero recovery time before he starts fucking you, the sound of your juices and Ricks cum, squelching and mixing, fills the air. And you can’t help but moan. Ricks thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing from side to side as Daryl whispers filthy praises, telling you how pretty you’d look carrying his baby. How nice and pregnant you’ll be as soon as their done with you. And you go along with it, too fucked out to argue. Reaching another quick and shaky orgasm. Daryl following immediately after, plunging his own seed into you.

A sticky mess coats your thighs as the two start to get all dressed. A slight flash of worry on their faces in realizing what they actually did. Having come down from their highs, and thinking a little clearer.

You try not to laugh as the two of them chew their lips, grabbing a blanket and cleaning their dirty, little mess up from your thighs.

“What?” Daryl asks, noticing your shit eating grin.

“You guys know that I’m on the pill right…?” And you can’t help but giggle at their reaction.

As much as the the thought of getting you pregnant got the two men going, relief flooded their faces as they both leaned in to attack your cheeks with kisses.

“Some day though, right?” Daryl asks, hoping that your words earlier, weren’t just for show.

“Of course.” You peck both men’s lips, and pull on their arms, forcing them to snuggle up on the tiny mattress. They chat among themselves and trace little patterns onto your back as you try and fall asleep. Dreaming of someday, when a little Rick and Daryl will be running around and causing chaos in your future home.

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[celtic-crossbow]

Y/N: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Daryl: The fuck kinda Subway were ya goin’ to?

Rick, at the same time: Substitute teachers dealt with so much shit.

Carol: Guys, you can’t be—

Y/N, whispers harshly: Don’t ruin this for me.

Y/N, smiling sweetly while holding out a hand for each man: Oh, my dear boys. Follow me.

[grimesgirll]

back when you were shane’s girl, rick would barely look at you.

it didn’t matter that shane was banging lori behind both your backs. rick was still nothing if not wildly respectful.

you could’ve used the company back then on the farm when your relationship with your boyfriend was slipping. when quiet tent quickies weren’t enough for you.

now, what would shane think of the girl he thought wouldn’t be able to go on without him, happily getting her guts rearranged by his best friend?

rick had held out as long as he could but with lori long gone and carl not taking up any issue, there was no reason to deny himself you. in the wake of all that tragedy, there was nothing better to ease his mind than your sweet, sweet cunt.

shane would be seriously pissed off to learn that not one but both of your holes were being filled by your fellow original atlanta camp members.

the archer that ground his gears so much was taking up your mouth with his cock, enjoying the way that every thrust of rick’s sent you straight down his length.

if shane was in the room or even in the hallway, he wouldn’t be able to miss the downright debaucherous sounds coming from the three of you. rick lands a light slap on your ass, a reminder that you’re not the only ones within these walls. rick was nothing if not wildly polite.

you wiggle your hips back into him in response, feeling your core tighten as daryl fucks your mouth. shane could never fill you up this way: he was one man after all.

the record time that shane had you soaked and coming undone was nothing compared to how fast rick and daryl warmed you up. if they even breathed in your pussy’s direction you were suddenly squeezing your legs and starting to drip with arousal.

you miss shane, but even as you clamp down on rick in your pussy and hum around daryl in your mouth, you remember that everything happens for a reason.

[twdxtrevor]

I'll never get over these two, Andy and Norman <3

[gamergoddess003]

[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 :/

[sayafics]

Ghost - Masterlist

Her name was Casper Graham. At least, she thought it was. After waking up in a hospital room with no recollection of how she got there, Casper was forced to navigate the world of the dead. Lucky for her, she had found Rick Grimes when she had woken up, and following him had led her to meet Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, and many other people she soon saw as family Things were supposed to be simple - find Rick's family and stay safe. But when feelings and desires are added into the mix, things can become much trickier, especially when Casper found herself conflicted between the two men. It didn't help that they were enamoured by her either, hanging on to her every word and following her every whim. The apocalypse was already a hard thing to deal with, but this might make things worse. Or maybe it might just make it more interesting?

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

[minervadashwood]

Daryl x Plus size!Reader x Rick

'' you sure you wanna do this? ''

'' we can take things slow. ''

'' if you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away. ''

Two's Company; Three's a Family

Mostly fluff and mutual pining. I tried to work in the plus size details that weren't super overt but rather a seamless part of the story. She's just plus size, and it doesn't need to be a big deal. :) (anyway, that was my goal!)

Small warning for blood. Divider by @firefly-graphics!

Word count: ~2,000

A few months after acclimating to Alexandria.

You were incredibly happy when your best friends, Rick and Daryl, finally admitted they had feelings for each other, but as time went on, seeing them together…well, it didn’t make you so happy anymore. It made you kind of sad.

You saw their longing stares, their casual touching—a hand on a back, the squeeze of a shoulder, side hugs that lasted just a second longer with each other than anyone else

Each time it reminded you of what you didn’t have. Either one of them.

The three of you were the best of friends—almost since the beginning—and during that time you’d grown fond of both of them—fostering feelings that went well beyond friendship—yet you never the courage to admit your feelings. Now, not only were you without both of them, but your place in the friendship was lessened, too. You’d gone from being incredibly close to Rick and Daryl to being left out almost entirely.

*

“I’m asking her today,” Rick said, getting dressed in front of the mirror one morning. “You still with me on this?”

Daryl sat hunched on the edge of the bed, still in his pajama pants. “What if she says no? She’ll prob’ly think yer crazy.”

Rick smiled at Daryl through the mirror. “I don’t think she will.” Rick noticed  the way you had been looking at him and Daryl, with affection but almost like you’d lost something.  After that, it had taken Rick less than a few days to realize something was missing between him and Daryl. And that something was you.

Convincing Daryl took much longer, over a month. But then it had all spilled out. How Daryl had been pining for you from the beginning, how guilty he felt still having those feelings while being with Rick. (But at the same time so in love with the sheriff, so inseparable from him, that Daryl couldn’t imagine not being together).

But today was the day. Rick was going to fix your friendship, fix his relationship, and start loving you the way you deserved.

And Daryl would, too.

Just then, there was loud, furious knocking on the front door. Both men leapt into action, Daryl pulling on a t-shirt as he went.

Once downstairs, they saw Carl, with Judith perched on one hip, opening the front door.

Tara stood there, breathing heavily.

“What happened?” Rick demanded, striding up to her.

“It’s Y/N, she fell off the scaffolding by the gate. I saw some blood. Don’t know how bad. Ran straight here, Glenn got her over to Denise.”

Daryl quickly slid his way past Tara and started running for the infirmary.

“Carl?” Rick said.

“You go on, Dad. I’ll take care of Judith.”

*

Denise had just started putting stitches in the gash just below your collarbone, when the door to the infirmary slammed open. In walked Daryl—in his bare feet, hair disheveled, eyes wild—and those eyes stared right at you.

You blushed furiously. Your jacket and shirt had been ripped in the fall, and you sat in the bed with only a bra covering you above the waist.

“She alright?!” Daryl demanded stomping over to you.

Denise, for all her timid anxiety, was unflappable as she worked, not even flinching as Daryl stormed his way to your side.

“I’m fine, Daryl. Just got this little cut and hurt my head.” You put both arms around your thick middle, feeling exposed as he stared at you without blinking.

Daryl’s eyes remained fixated on you, and not your face. He was staring down at your chest. A second passed, then another as you squirmed beneath his heavy gaze. Suddenly, with a burst of movement, he grabbed a clean sheet out of a nearby drawer, and, without disrupting Denise, he covered your midsection as best he could.

You watched as his eyes roamed around the room to land on the nearby pile of your bloody, ripped clothes.

Then his eyes found yours, and they were filled with barely contained fury. “How?”

Before you could answer, the door to the infirmary swung open again, though not as loudly this time. You didn’t have to look over to know it was Rick, the steady clapping of his cowboy boots gave him away.

At least he was fully dressed.

Denise’s focus remained on her task as she spoke to Rick. “Laceration from a sharp edge of the scaffolding. Likely has a concussion; she was knocked out for a minute or two. Probably nothing to worry about, but she should stay awake the next twelve hours, and shouldn’t be alone for the next few days.”

Rick cocked his head and sighed. “Scaffolding break? We need to repair it?”

“No,” you replied, blushing. Rick and Daryl were both watching you so intently, you felt like an amoeba under a microscope. It made you even more embarrassed by your silly accident. “I wasn’t paying attention. I saw a cat. I thought she was pregnant, and I wanted to bring her in. I was in such a hurry to get to her, I slipped.”

“You oughta be more careful,” Daryl mumbled, scowling. You knew that despite his gruff tone Daryl was deeply concerned. The way he and Rick were staring at you, at your gash, at your semi-clothed state, was oppressive, almost suffocating.

Denise seemed oblivious to the thick tension among the three of you, and you found yourself wanting to crawl into Rick’s arms, or Daryl’s, or both. To have them hold you instead of boring holes into you with their eyes.

But there were limits to your friendship with them, now. A hug, a passing touch to your shoulder were possible, but neither one could—or would—hold you like you longed for them to.

Denise tied off the last stitch and gave you an encouraging smile “It certainly says something about how much you’ve changed since coming here. Wouldn’t put it past you to think of a cat as dinner rather than a pet.”

You smiled to yourself, locking eyes with Denise. “I guess it does. A lot’s changed since we came here. Most of it for the better.  Like you and Tara, for instance.”

Denise blushed and reached into her pocket and pulled out a baggie of painkillers. “Take one of these twice a day, and let me know if you feel feverish or if that wound shows signs of infection. Remember, stay awake for the next twelve hours.”

You nodded. “Already been up twenty, but I’ll do my best. Guess I’ll ask Carol if she wouldn’t mind a house guest for the next few days.”

Denise nodded, patting you on the hand.

“Yer stayin’ with us,” Daryl huffed as Denise walked away.

You furrowed your brow, the thought of being in that house, with both of them, for days…you weren’t sure you could bear it.

You got out, “I—" before Daryl grunted at you.

“No arguin’.” He ordered.

*

Rick shrugged out of his constable jacket, and as Daryl helped you to your feet, Rick draped the jacket over your shoulders.

“Rick it’s not gonna fit,” you protested as Rick put your arms through the sleeves.

Daryl glared at his boyfriend, annoyed with Rick making you uncomfortable. The jacket didn’t fit. It hanged too low, and it was too small around your torso.

Rick shrugged. “You want me to make you a toga?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, and Daryl put his arm around you, holding you close to him.

“Take it easy, now,” he told you, keeping his voice low and as gentle as he could manage. He hadn’t meant to be so gruff earlier, but you’d had him so worried, so scared, that it was all he could do not to panic.

You looked up at him, your eyes haunted and sad, piercing straight through him. “I can walk on my own,” you said.

He shook his head and hid behind his messy hair. “Not takin’ that risk.”

Leading you outside and down the street, Daryl’s heart beat wildly. It had been a long while since he worried about you being hurt—after all you stayed safe with in the walls these days—but seeing how easily he could lose you, even from just an accident, had him realizing how important you were to him.

Was Rick still going to ask you to be with them? Not even an hour ago, Daryl thought the situation hopeless, but now he almost felt like begging Rick to make it work. Because Daryl needed you the same way he needed Rick.

*

With Carl and Judith visiting the Rhees, Rick and Daryl gave you their undivided attention. That was how you found yourself in the master bedroom, sitting atop the covers in the middle of the bed.

Their bed.

Once you had assured them you were comfortable and only in need of a good book, Rick sat on the bed beside you and said, “Y/N, we need to talk.”

You gulped, and looked to Daryl for a clue. He was stone-faced and staring at the floor.

“Okay,” you mumbled. “You want me off watch duty, don’t you. I’ve learned my lesson, no more chasing momma kitties. Promise.”

“It’s not that,” Rick assured you, taking your hand in his. “We were planning to have you over for dinner tonight.” Rick looked down at your hands clasped together. “But I wanna ask you now.”

Rick’s large hand seemed to encompass your smaller one, and he began running his thumb along your knuckles.

“A-ask me what?”

Rick gave you a small smile, his clear blue eyes soft and…loving. He was looking at you the way he usually looked at Daryl. “Ask you to share this with us.” He pointed to the three of you in turn. “To sleep next to us every night, to live here and fill in the missing part to our family.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. “You…you want me like that?” You put your other hand over Rick’s, looking at him hopefully.

“I do. Took me too long to realize it, and I’m sorry for that.” Rick raised his eyes, looking behind you. “Daryl?”

It was then you realized Daryl had silently moved to the other side of the bed.

“We both want ya,” Daryl murmured. “Just like we got each other, we want ya, too.” He slid on the bed beside you, lining his body next to yours and resting a hand on your thigh. “Always have.”

You let your few tears fall. “I've always wanted both of you, too. I just never thought…after you got together…it seemed like you just wanted each other…like you didn’t need me anymore.” You looked at each of them in turn, then stared into your lap. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Daryl began nuzzling your neck and hummed affirmatively.

Rick crawled up the bed, and placed his hand on your cheek. “We can take things slow.”

You nodded, you lips parting in anticipation of all your hopes becoming realities.

“We love you, Y/N,” Rick said, and then his lips met yours. Rick was gentle, achingly sweet and slow with his kiss, cupping your cheek and thumbing your cheekbone, releasing you after a few seconds.

On the other side of you, Daryl suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. “You think it’s too much?”

“No,” you whispered, staring at his mouth and sliding your hand along his forearm. “I think it’s just enough.”

Rick said, “If you’re uncomfortable—”

You took your other hand and gripped Rick’s wrist while still gazing at Daryl, waiting desperately for him to kiss you.

With a smirk, Daryl did just that, slamming his mouth on yours, holding tightly to your chin. This kiss was more intense, Daryl seemed unconcerned with gentleness and instead focused on kissing you into oblivion.  

Rick shifted behind you, making you release his wrist. Then, a moment later, while Daryl’s tongue was caressing yours, you felt Rick pull you against his now-bare chest.

Daryl followed where Rick put you, and now you were sandwiched between your best friends, your boyfriends, your lovers.

Following the doctor’s orders, they had no trouble keeping you awake for the next twelve hours.

Thanks for requesting and thank everyone for reading! 💜

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[sinsandsweetness]

*smacks both hands on the table* rickyl size kink! Reader can barely handle one of their dicks let alone both!

(Anon, i’m obsessed with you)

You would have been fine in any other position. Well, maybe not fine. But definitely not gasping for air and griping the sheets the way Rick has you now. Propped up on a few pillows, legs up on his shoulders, opening you right up. Fucking you so hard and deep it almost hurts. And you can actually fucking feel him in your stomach. Especially when he leans back and puts his hand right above your pelvis, gently pushing down on your skin. And the feeling makes your eyes roll back. Holy shit.

“Ah- I can’t - Rick’s’toomuch!” You push at his stomach even though you know he would never let up.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I can’t- can’t take it.”

“Mmm but you took it so well the other night, remember?”

You nod, biting back a rather pathetic moan.

“So what’s different now?” He slows down, still thrusting just as deep and just as hard, but slower. Letting you catch your breath and focus back in on the feeling of him filling you up. Brushing your g-spot with every stroke.

“She misbehavin’?” A voice comes from the doorway, leaned against the frame in a leather jacket. Daryl smirks at the sight in front of him. Both of your flushed faces, and naked bodies turning to face him.

“I’m not sure… she’s tryna tell me she can’t take it,” Rick mocks you in a whiney voice. He turns back to you and licks his lips. “Even though we both know that she definitely can.”

Daryl let’s out a dry laugh, peeling his jacket off and approaching the bed.

“We know exactly how much you can take sweetheart. No sense in lying’ about it.” He says as he tugs his jeans off and motions at Rick to move you. To reposition. And when you look down, he’s already hard as a rock. Standing tall and intimidating. Butterflies erupting as you realize very quickly that they’re gonna show you just how much you can take. Or can’t. They’ll decide.

Soon enough, Daryl’s hands are gripping your waist and he’s bullying his way into your ass, forcing you to sit right flush with his lap. Rick still holding your legs open wide, his movements at a still though, letting you get used to the two dicks splitting you open. Filling you up and making you squirm. The pressure of Daryls cock added onto the already very well endowed one you’d been taking only moments before, it was… overwhelming. And once they started fucking you, actually pumping in and out, Rick took Daryl’s hand from your waist and pressed it to the spot he was pushing on before. The spot where he could feel his own bulge, all the way in your stomach. And now Daryl could. Palm pressed flat on your lower belly, pushing down and making both you and Rick moan in unison. Fuckin’ hell.

“Always take us so well. So fuckin’ full aren’t you?” He whispers, wet lips brushing your ear. Tears forming at the stimulation that you’re receiving. The pressure on your g-spot that definitely makes your breath hitch. And the intensity of being so full is borderline torture. But you don’t even want them to stop. You’re way too close to risk complaining. To risk them thinking you actually can’t take it.

[celtic-crossbow]

Carol: Y/N, you should go with Daryl and Rick.

Y/N: Score! My fantasy threesome!

Carol: …

Rick: …

Daryl: …

Y/N, giggling nervously: ...of people on a team?

Daryl, deadpan: Right.

[grimesgirll]

you couldn't help but stare when rick and daryl got dressed.

they were typically racing off somewhere early every morning or daryl was slipping out to wake up before the deer, so most mornings you woke up to an empty bed and started your routine yourself. whenever you complained about this to rick, he would just ruffle your hair and tease, "we all can't run on beauty sleep."

this morning was different though; daryl's dip in the bed and rick untucking his arm from around your waist roused you before anything else. your eyes flicker open to see daryl hauling himself to the en suite bathroom while rick walks around into your line of vision.

the sheriff is tugging his pants on, and you can’t tear your eyes away. not that you had a reason to, besides modesty. you spectate as rick adjusts himself in his pants, pulling on a belt from his top dresser drawer.

you can’t help but finding yourself licking your lips and doing a nice wide stretch. rick doesn’t notice you as you recline on your elbows to watch as he begins to button his shirt.

behind him, the toilet flushes and you see daryl through the cracked door. his jeans ease over his hips and you're realizing how much you saw him shirtless more often. outside of the bedroom and fucking you, he rarely stripped down in any capacity. you wished that would change; you couldn't get enough of him in any capacity.

chocolate tousled curls moused up from the night before, rick looks amazing, given what the world had put him through by forty. your eyes glaze over as he slides his watch on and you feel a tingle from down under.

a blush creeps on your face and you're having trouble keeping your thoughts clean. how could you him dressing in front of you and daryl in the bathroom?

you imagine what he must've looked like fresh out of the academy, young and handsome. still was handsome, not anywhere close to your age though.

the man breaks you out of your thoughts when he catches you staring and you just smile sheepishly at him. "look who decided to wake up."

"you should fuck me since i'm up early."

"'that a challenge?" rick raises an eyebrow. you shake your head yes and rick is sitting on the bed, snapping back the duvet to snake his hand up your bare thigh and crooking a finger into you. it's not as hard as he thought, smiling as he easily jostles another finger into you. "you wake up this horny, darlin'?"

"mhmm," you confirm.

"this the," he does an air quote inside of you, "'lady boner' daryl was talkin' about."

"you're looking at it."

the older man chuckles. the curl of his finger works a groan out of you and its hard to focus. your eyes linger on the doorway. when is daryl coming out? you muse, wanting to see your favorite archer - maybe even beneath you.

your thoughts jolt back to rick who has added another finger despite the resistance from your tight cunt. "what a stretch," you breathe shakily.

"think you can stretch a bit more than this."

"think i can cum on your fingers?"

rick laughs. “you think since you’re awake for once you deserve to cum?”

"please!"

"you wanna start your day off cummin' on my fingers?"

you nod your head vigorously.

"go ahead, baby."

tipping your head back, you babble and clench around rick's fingers. a distorted moan comes from your throat when he adds some pressure to your clit to pleasure you through your orgasm. it's all made even better by how rick is gazing at you with darkened blue eyes, like playing with your clit is the perfect way to start off his morning before he has to go on watch.

you may have to start waking up earlier.

"'fuck did i miss?"

[movidita]

rick & daryl:

✩ smut / ✦ fluff / ☾ suggestive

after hours ✩

on a ‘run’ ✩

stress relief ✩

jealous ✩

[twdxtrevor]

Will forever love the bond between Andy & Norman

[fantasylandloser]

Talk

Pairing: Rickyl x reader

Warnings: 18+, this is not proofread, dom!daryl, dom!rick, sub!reader, spanking, bruises, mentions of apocalypse, lots of crying, lmk if there's more,

a/n: this was not supposed to turn out like this but in the middle of my horniness, i did the worst thing I could do and got SAD

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It had been seven days since the stupid argument where you accused Daryl of always taking Rick’s side. Seven days of you giving them the silent treatment. Seven days of them trying to give you the chance to make it right. 

You’ve done this before, gotten upset and just decided you were done speaking to them until your feelings weren’t hurt anymore. You’d put yourself in a world of trouble every time. It wasn’t always their fault, you’d always been sensitive and the apocalypse didn’t change that, it just made you deal with it differently.  Unhealthily, in Rick’s opinion. That’s why there were rules. 

So when you’d walked into your bedroom you should have expected to see Rick and Daryl there, but you’d forgotten that your week was up and you just opened the floodgates by not checking in with either of them. 

The sight of them makes you flinch a little and you briefly consider walking back out, but Rick must see it in your eyes. “You walk out that door, you’re only gonna make it worse for yourself.” He warns from his position on the edge of your bed. “And honey, it’s already pretty bad.” 

Daryl’s sitting in the chair in your corner, he’s quiet and even though he’s usually easy to calm down. You can see it in his face that he’s just not in the mood. 

You huff considering your options, deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? Deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? Deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? You decide to make it easier on yourself, unbuttoning your jeans and shoving them off your legs you make your way to Rick’s lap, practically throwing yourself over his knee, not quite ready to give up your attitude. 

Usually, if you have a choice, you pick Daryl. He may have rougher hands but he’s gentler and at the first sign of you crying decides you’ve had enough and kisses it better. Rick is an entirely different story. He can be brutal if you’ve driven him in the direction and this is one of his biggest pet peeves from you so you’re sure you have. 

He’s surprised by your action, but so very gently drags a hand down your back and you know it’s to lure you into a false sense of security so that the first hit is a shock. “You don’t wanna talk about it first?” Which is what they usually try to get you to do when you get like this.

‘Nope.” Rick sends Daryl a look. One  that means ‘deal with her’, because as much as you loved to be a brat to Rick, the moment Daryl said something with even a hint of authority in his voice you stepped in line. You could dip your toe in the brat pool, but you aren’t really much of one. You’re sensible and fucking sweet, which is why you get so upset. They know that, you don’t.

“It don’t work like that.” Daryl finally speaks. You scoff a little, which is bold considering your position but you can’t help yourself.

“Here we go again.” You mutter, jabbing at him when you know better. Rick raises his eyebrow and they seem to come to an agreement in silence. 

“Give’er what she wants, then.” Daryl tells Rick, which seems to be all the encouragement he needs because not even a second later his hand comes down on your ass swiftly. It surprises you and it really fucking stings, especially when he keeps going on that same spot and you know it’s to make his hand print as visible as possible. 

You’re biting your lip hard, trying to keep your cries inside of you. You grip your bedspread, trying and failing to brace yourself for the next one. When Rick finally moves to the next spot, you think it'll bring you a little relief but it doesn’t because it 's the top of your thighs and you know he really wants to make it last. 

On a particularly hard one Daryl gets up, so that he can get closer. He’s squatting in front of you when he pulls your lip from behind your teeth. “Let go.” He tells you, and you do on instinct. There's blood on his thumb when he pulls his hand back and you realize you broke the skin on your lips. 

It takes a while for the tears to come but when they do, you manage for the most part to keep them from becoming sobs. Rick stops for a beat, rubbing over the already raised skin. His hand hot from the constant impact. You’re trying to catch your breath, while he stops because you know Rick and you know he can go for longer. 

Daryl grips your tearfilled face, his blue eyes hard, but still filled with that underlying layer of concern. “You done, or does Rick need to keep going?” He offers you the out, but he still sees that look in your eye. The look that tells him something in your brain is still telling you to distance yourself from them. 

“M’done” You mumble, haphazardly wiping your tears with the sleeves of your shirt, which Daryl realizes is Rick’s. Cute. 

“You ready to talk now?” When you nod he lets it slide because you’re still crying and he knows you’re trying to calm your tears before anything. You get embarrassed to cry now that the world is overrun. You feel like your tears should be saved for when you really need them and it’s part of the reason you’re having such a hard time expressing yourself. 

The constant stream of tears doesn’t stop when you pull yourself up to sit beside Rick, tucking your legs under you to ease the pressure on your ass. You know Rick is still pissed slightly because he pulls you into his lap when he sees the action. The denim of his pants causes extra discomfort for your skin. 

“No more ‘week of space bullshit’.” Daryl tells you still squatting on the floor so he can see you better. “Now on’ if you got a problem, you come straight to us.” You nod again, and it’s the last one he’ll let you do. 

“If you want to continue our conversation from last week, now's the time to do so.” Rick says, you can feel his heartbeat slowing down to its regular levels and the angry grip he had on your thigh turning into soothing circles. 

It takes you a second to say something and you have to wipe your tears once again because they still haven’t stopped. “I just feel like-” Your voice catches and you cringe at the whiny sound of your voice, but you can’t clear that lump from your throat. 

You start over, your voice calmer, even though the evidence of you crying is still there. “I feel like my voice goes unheard sometimes…. and it makes me just not want to talk at all.” Another wipe of your tears and a sniffle. You’re  not even making eye contact with Daryl anymore, scared you’re ruining everything by speaking about it. 

“I know it’s a game we play or whatever and,” Your tone goes up a pitch like you’re about to start sobbing and Daryl’s heart stops beating in his chest momentarily. “I like that game a lot, but we can’t play it everyday. It gets-” You cut yourself off when you words start to shake more than what will allow you to be coherent. When you see the way Daryl is looking at you, your heart drops.

“M’sorry, I should have said something.” Then it finally happens, the bucket tips over and you’re sobbing afraid you disappointed them. Rick is in your ear softly telling you it’s okay, rocking you. 

“Ain’t no reason to be sorry.” Daryl tells you, but inside he’s trying to play back encounters, looking to see how this got past him. 

Rick thinks this is good. That you were long overdue to cry like this. He knew what you needed to get you vulnerable enough to do it, to say what you needed and now you’re finally there and they can build on it.

The two of them spend the rest of the night doting on you, rubbing lotion on your bruised ass. Kissing your temple, telling you that you’re so good, so special, so important. When you finally fall asleep, they both just watch you, both of them wrestling with how they can be better for you. To you. 

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Want it?

rick grimes x daryl dixon x fem!reader

A/N: dude???? i think i just fell in love with rickyl recently i apologize for the smut ur ab to read but i seriously enjoyed writing this lol. lmk what y’all think???

WARNINGS: cream pie, begging, threesum, rickyl, overestimation, drunk sex etc 18+

“you like how daryl’s making you feel baby?” ricks deep quiet voice whispers in your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe earning a soft whimper from you. “what’s that, sweet girl? I don’t think we’ve heard you enough tonight.”

it was hard formulating a coherent thought with daryls big arms caging you in, absolutely railing you into oblivion. your senses were weak, maybe from all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, this being your punishment for teasing them all night.

“y-yes.” you koan. “feels s-so good-ah!- dar…i’m gonna cum!”

both the guys chuckle at your state, all worn out, wasted, squirming underneath daryls cock. what a sight it was. rick grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb forcing your half lidded pleasure filled eyes to look at him.

“uh, uh, baby doll.” He denies you. “no cuming, not till we say so, right daryl?”

daryl grunts in agreement. one of his hands was holding onto your hips while the other one was rubbing delicious circles onto your clit making the heat pool to your belly. you whine in response, holding onto ricks forearm tightly.

“maybe if ya didn’t tease us the way ya did tonight, you’d be gettin’ whatever you wanted, princess.” daryl smirks.

they were absolutely enjoying this, a little too much. you were now whining, your orgasm threatening to release as you clench around daryl, making him moan and his grip your hips a little tighter.

“i-i can’t,” you cry. “p-please!”

“please what?” rick leans forward rubbing his nose softly against your cheek. “what do you need?”

your head flies back, tears threatening to escape. this was torture. daryl was hitting that delicate spot over and over with every thrust, stretching you out, filling you. it was overwhelming.

“daryl,” you whimper, head shooting back up, only to have your back arch.

“don’t do it.” daryl growls, through clenched teeth feeling his own orgasm build up. “rick ain’t gonna be as soft as I am on ya.”

and he was absolutely right.

but you couldn’t handle it anymore.

you clenched around him one last time, your hands flying to his shoulders, your nails digging into them. your eyes closed, letting whimpers and moans fall from your mouth as you released on him, following by his own a few seconds later, filling you up.

you catch your breath as your mind begins to spin, drunkly mixed with pleasure. your eyes open to find rick shaking his head at you and daryl giving you a disapproving look. you felt shy under their gaze, your cheeks turning red. but those weren’t the only cheeks that were about to turn red.

“look at the mess you’ve made, princess.” rick says disapproval lacing his voice. “what are we gonna do about you?”

daryl pulls out leaving you feeling empty, squirming with anticipation suddenly regretting your orgasm. he steps off the bed, rick standing up, coming to lean over you, you inhale his manly scent filling your nostrils. you knew this was gonna be rough.

“looks like we’re gonna have to teach this little brat how to listen.”