#sex and zombies

[sinsandsweetness]

Inclination (sex and zombies- chapter 1)

all chapters here

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary- Reader is crushing on Rick, but someone else offers to take care of her needs.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI, smut, rough sex, dirty talk, begging. I think that's all.

notes- I just thought I would cross post these chapters on here. They definitely don't need to be read in order and can all pretty much be standalone fics if you want them to be. However they do follow the timeline of the show and have a bit of plot I sprinkled in, so I feel like it makes a better story all in order.

**(The entire work has both rick x reader and daryl x reader scenes. definitely more rick though cause... I mean can u blame me?)

Let me know what you think!

“Hot?” A deep voice asked from behind you. You looked over your shoulder. 

Your cheeks turned warm and you could tell you were blushing. So you stepped even further into the quarry. 

“A little,”

He smiled at you. You turned around and dipped your whole self into the water, then moved to lay down and float on your back. You were bored. And hot. Going for a swim seemed to be a decent solution for both of your issues. 

However, you weren’t really expecting company. Especially not Ricks. 

His gaze made you want to disappear under the cool water forever, but you needed air at some point. 

He was still standing there. A couple buckets of water on the ground now filled. But he was rolling up his jeans and stepping in. Cooling his feet off. He sighed up at the sun. 

You couldn’t even help but stare at him. 

“Y' know Shane was getting worried about you. Thought you ran off or something,” 

“Ran away from him maybe…” you muttered. Not realizing that the water made it loud enough for him to hear you. Shane had wanted to teach you to clean guns. You didn’t really care. He’d already showed you twice. 

“He can be kind of intense.” Rick said with a smile. 

“Yeah, intense. Overbearing. Annoying. Just a few among his many outstanding qualities.” You joked. 

“He is a little protective, I’ll give you that.” He grinned. “I guess there’s a few guys around here who are a little protective of you huh?” 

You didn’t really know what to answer. Not entirely sure what he meant. Shane? He was protective of everyone. The whole group was his responsibility at one point.

Rick must have seen the confusion on your face. 

“I just mean that you’re young. They don’t… want anything to happen to you,”

“Who?”

“Shane, Dale, Daryl,” He paused for a moment. Reaching down to feel the cool water. “Me.”

That made your heart flutter. Just a little. 

But he was married. And he didn’t mean it like that. He meant like a sister. Or a kid. Probably anyway. 

“You?” 

“Yeah, y’know Lori has nothing but good things to say about you.” 

That was probably true. 

“Well I don’t think Daryl here gives a rats ass what happens to me,” you brought the attention to behind Rick. Seeing the man walking over to the two of you. He had blood on his arms. And dirt. Mostly dirt actually now that he was up close. 

“The hell are you doing down here? Shane’s been looking for you for over an hour,” Daryl asked you. Not even acknowledging Ricks presence. 

“Tell him to come down here and get me then.” You taunted. Just a little. 

Rick chuckled, slid his shoes back on and grabbed the buckets of water. He started back for the camp. 

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” he nodded a sweet goodbye at you and you smiled back. But Daryl didn’t leave. Instead he started washing his arms in the clear quarry water. 

“Seriously? You couldn’t do that anywhere else?”

“What he can be here but I can’t?” He motioned to Rick who was well out of range now. 

“You’re getting the water all gross.”

He grunted. Standing up and drying his arms and hands off with a rag from his pocket. 

You started to swim back to shore, standing up and wringing your hair out. 

“You know he’s married right?” 

You glared at him. 

“I’m aware.” Painfully aware. 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t invite him into the water when you’re wearing next to nothing.” He pointed to your bare legs.

You looked down at your now see through tank top. Very see through. And some cute little panties with flowers all over them. But they were more modest than Daryl seemed to think. Regardless, he seemed irritated. 

“I didn’t invite him in-"

“Oh you’ve been ogglin him since the moment he got here! Giving him them bedroom eyes,” he muttered the last part. But you still heard. 

“Bedroom eyes?” You scoffed. 

“Uh huh,”

“What would you even know about bedroom eyes Daryl? You ever even had a girl in your bed?” You were being kind of mean now. But he was most of the time anyway so you didn’t feel too bad.

“Wouldn’t be too hard to convince you would it? Little slut like you would fuck anything that gave her a lick of attention-“

This wouldn’t be the first fight you two had gotten into. There was one about Merle and the way he was trying to take you to his tent after a scavenged bottle of wine. You called Merle a few crude choice words. Daryl got up in your face. 

Shane broke that up quickly. Telling you both to calm down. But Shane wasn’t here now. 

So you lunged at him. “Prick!” You started to push at his chest but his hands caught your wrists, twisting them downwards. Trying your best to kick and hit him, but he just moved you against a large rock. Rather aggressively you might add. 

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” you spat at him. Wrists still pinned to your sides. Pressed against the cool shaded rock. 

“You’re the one who started it,” he points out. 

Finally you stopped struggling against his touch. And he loosened his grip. That was his mistake because as soon as your wrist was free, you reached up to slap him. Not very hard but enough to get a reaction. 

He immediately shoved you up against the rock with his whole body, pinning your chest with his forearm. 

“Are you mad that I called you a slut? Or mad that you know I’m right?” He was up in your face now. Actually up against your whole body. Your wet clothes dampening his own. 

“Get off me,” you say through clenched teeth. 

“I think,” Daryl’s free hand moved to the front of your panties, pressing against your clit.  “That I’m right. It wouldn’t be too hard to get you in my bed would it?” 

“Screw you,” unfortunately the pressure of his hand elicited a physical reaction from you. Definitely not in agreement with your words. 

“Yeah you wish,” 

“Daryl seriously stop,” you tried to grab at his arm, and pull it away from between your legs. But he didn’t let up, instead he put more pressure, rubbing messy circles on your clit. 

You choked back a moan. 

“You want me to take you right here? Give you some relief before you go back to daydreaming about officer friendly huh?”

His moved your panties to the side and dipped a finger inside. Breath hitching in your throat. 

“Daryl…” 

“I’ll stop if you really want me to.” He pulled out of you, “But I got a feeling that you don’t,” he brought his finger up to his mouth, tasting you and then dipping down again, inserting two digits this time. He got a noise out of you that time. Curling up to hit your g spot. 

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked quietly into your ear. 

You shook your head. No way.

His fingers were curling and thrusting into you at a perfect pace.   

“You like that huh? Tell me how bad you want it.” He asked. 

And with those words in your ear you gave up. With a quiet sob you rested your forehead on his shoulder. Allowing yourself to give in to his torture. Suppressing your moans into his shoulder. 

Not that you didn’t want anyone to hear. No one would. You just didn’t want to give Daryl the satisfaction of making you moan. Of having any effect on your body. 

“I’m gonna need an answer, sweetheart” he pulled his fingers out and dipped his head down to your chest, pulling your tank top down and sucking and nibbling at your breasts. 

“Yeah…” you whispered. Loving the way his mouth warmed your wet skin. 

He leaned back and grinned. You could see his hard on through his jeans but he took his hands off you. 

“That’s all it took? Like I said, just a few minutes of attention. Got you begging me to fuck you,”

Annoyed at his little games you rolled your eyes, "I’d hardly call that begging,"

He grunted and reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. 

“Seriously?”  you were really annoyed now. You could feel your wetness pooling in your panties. And here he was lighting a damn cigarette. You were over aware of how empty you were, a strong need for where his touch was just a minute ago. 

“You want it?”, he took a drag of his cigarette, “Then you can beg for it.” 

“I am not fucking begging you for-“

“Then go back to camp. See if Shane will help you. Rick definitely won’t.” You squeezed your legs together. Trying to get some form of relief. 

“Or you can go back to your tent, all wet and needy. You can try and do it yourself. Don’t think your fingers will fill you up the same way one of us could but-“ 

“Daryl come on,” you grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards you, hoping he’d give in before you actually felt the need to beg. You fumbled with his belt, while trying to catch his lips. You could hear the sizzle of his cigarette against the rock beside you. 

“Say it,” he said against your mouth, hands now both going to your hips. 

“Fuck me.” You demanded. Not asking. 

He grinned against you, letting you slide a hand into his pants, stroking him a few times. 

“What’s the magic word?” He was breathing heavy now. He wouldn’t walk away now. 

You rolled your eyes. But when he dipped his hand back under your panties, you bit back a moan. He went in with two digits right away. Plus a thumb on your clit. Working together clumsily. 

“Just once.” He said softer this time. Asking nicely. 

Another stifled moan escaped you. 

“Fuck- Daryl please…”

“Atta girl,” he spun you around, face smashing up against the rock now in front of you. He smacked your ass hard. Earning a squeak from you. You looked back at him, 

“Ouch!”

He didn’t acknowledge your moment of pain. Instead tugging on your panties, pulling them down to your knees. 

His hands started to play with your ass, caressing up and down. Spreading you open for him to see. 

“Daryl…” you were impatient. 

“I know, I know,” he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in. An inch or two at a time until you were completely filled. You closed your eyes relishing in the feel of him stretching you out. His hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you down against him. Meeting his thrusts halfway. 

He pounded fast and hard. Not caring about your poor face hitting the rock in front of you. His hand came up and pulled on your hair. Throwing your head back, you cried out. A mix between a sob and a moan. He liked that. 

A lot. 

He tightened his grip on your hair and started pounding into you harder. 

“Fuck,” he was grunting behind you, the sound of skin slapping filled the air between you. 

You could feel how close you were. He was hitting that hot bundle of nerves deep inside of you. Pushing you to the edge. Within no time you came hard with a drawn out whine. But Daryl wasn’t done yet. 

And when your knees started to give out he noticed. 

“I knew I’d have you coming all over my cock,” He kept going, the arm around your waist the only thing keeping you upright at this point. It was getting to be too much. 

Suddenly he pulled out and used the hand tangled in your hair to push you to your knees. Rather hard. The gravel underneath you digging into your skin. He turned you towards him, twisting your body awkwardly and he jerked himself above your face. Instincts told you to open your mouth and the second he felt your wet tongue on the bottom of his tip, you were rewarded with his salty seed. You swallowed it all. Looking up at him with doe eyes. Your knees and scalp hurting from his agression. 

He swore under his breath. Finally letting your scalp go. Tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his belt. You stood up slowly and started to dress yourself again. Grabbing your shorts and the flannel you’d left on shore before your swim. 

“You ok?” 

There was a cut on your knee. A tiny droplet of blood trailing down your calf. 

“Fine” 

“You know you can come by my tent later if that wasn’t enough-“

“Don’t tell anyone about this ok?” You cut him off.

He scoffed. “What you embarrassed or so-“

“Seriously Daryl if you ever want anything like that to happen again, you’ll shut it. ” You buttoned up your flannel. It was two sizes two big. 

“Damn already asking me for more! If I’d a known-“ 

You walked by him and smacked the back of his head. Kinda hard. Harder than you meant. 

“Aw fuck,” he rubbed at the back of his head and jogged back after you. Walking the both of you back to camp. 

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“The hell happened to you?” Shane came over quickly. Seeing the blood on your knee and the scrape on your face. 

“Nothing I-" 

“You do this?” His attention now drawn to Daryl right behind you. He started to grab the man’s collar but you got in between them quickly. 

“Hey Shane! No. We had a little fight ok, but it was my fault.” You pushed on his chest, leading him further from the bowman. “I’m serious, I’m fine. He just put me in my place that’s all.” 

Shane was scowling hard. He didn’t believe you. “Put you in your place-“ 

“I swung at him! We had an argument and it just got a little heated ok. We talked it out. We’re good.” 

“You’re telling me-“

“You heard her man, she swung on me!” Daryl piped in to his defence. 

“I did.” You looked back at him with a warning glare. “But we’re good now right?” 

He nodded. “Mhm.” He paused. Praying he wouldn’t say anything crude. “Best friends.” He teased. 

You looked back at Shane. A few others from the camp had made their way over after hearing the little altercation. 

“See?” You tell Shane. Assuring him you were fine. He continued to scowl at Daryl, but wrapped a possessive arm around your waist, guiding you back towards the main camp.

Maybe Rick was right about a few men being a little protective of you. 

(next chapter)

[storywriter12]

You and daryl getting hot in the bedroom

You: have you got protection?

Daryl:yeah never leave home without it (pulls out a knife)

You:no... Daryl I ment a condom

Daryl:oh.... Oh no I don't have one on me

You:🤦

[deadsouls-is-canon]

Majima says no kinkshaming! Yes king 👑

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

we need more feminist horror

[theposhperyton]

All evidence suggests yes

[poorlittleyaoyao]

Man, if Jin Ling was indeed conceived prematurely, can you IMAGINE how mad JGY would be about it later if he found out? He's already bitter about JZX getting to relax with his adoring wife and child while he himself is being dispatched to do crimes and/or trapped in his doomed incest marriage when he's listing his grievances at Guanyin Temple. If he knew that his half-brother had also knocked up his wife prematurely--simply out of horny impatience! no acknowledgement of risk!--and nobody involved faced any ill consequences whatsoever? SCREEEEEECH.

[weebiemcweebington]

Forgot I had this one knockin around my photos

Warning for NSFW I guess?

[ineffablejaymee]

im not sex repulsed im actually a reasonable sex hater and i wont be explaining myself

[lovelybeautifulsleep]

Sheri Moon Zombie on the original cover of Rob Zombie's 'Mondo Sex Head' cd. Photo and artwork by Rob Zombie, 2012.

[sinsandsweetness]

Transient (sex and zombies-chapter 2)

(all chapters here)

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary - Sometimes you just have to let things go.

warnings- 18+ content, minors do not interact! smut, car sex, pining over Rick Grimes...<3

Basking in the morning light peeking through the tiny window, your comfort was interrupted by three polite knocks on the RV door. Groggy and rubbing your eyes, you made your way over to the entryway. Kind of hoping it would be Daryl there to apologize. But when you opened the door Rick's eyes looked you up and down quickly before landing on your eyes. 

“Hey…” he shifted on his feet. “Me and Daryl are going into town. Did you uh… need anything?” Offering you some sort of reconciliation through clothes or candy. 

“Um… I-" you looked around at the empty RV. You’d been so bored in your couple days of sulking. “Do you think I could come with? I could use some air…” you leaned against the doorway. 

Daryl was looking at the two of you from his bike on the driveway. Rick's truck parked beside him. 

He looked behind at Daryl, making sure you could see him. “Uh… yeah, sure.”

You motioned Rick inside. “Just give me a minute to put on some clothes,” he looked down at your bare legs. Rick closed the door behind him and watched as you walked over to your bag and slipped on a pair of jeans. Turned away from the man, you stripped your oversized t-shirt and put on a fresh fitted long sleeve instead. Latched on your duty belt, grabbing a knife and your gun. Plus a bag for whatever you might find in town. 

“Ready?” Rick finally asked as you loaded your gun. You nod and brush past him, walking to the passenger side of the truck. Daryl’s eyes burned into the back of your head. There’s no way he wanted you on this run. Rick didn’t mind, mostly because you assumed he felt bad. He wouldn’t say no to you. Not often anyway. 

The truck ride was mostly silent. But you could feel Rick's eyes on you as you watched the fields pass by through the window. You’d catch him looking once in a while but he would immediately look back at the road ahead. 

“How are you feelin'?” He broke the silence.

“Fine.”

“Cooled off yet?”

You rolled your eyes. He left it at that. 

The drugstore had been raided already. However most of what was taken was the food from the shelves. You browsed down the aisles carefully. Awaiting a dead one to grab you at any moment. Well, prepared at least. You grabbed some candy, vitamins, batteries and a couple boxes of condoms that you knew Rick pretended not to see. In the back of the store, the pharmacy was still quite full. All three of you hopped over the counter inspecting medicines and taking what you felt would be most useful. 

Now that Carl was mostly healed, there wasn’t a huge need for medicine, but it was comforting nonetheless. And, since the news of Lori's pregnancy, well it was best to be prepared for anything.

Suddenly the bell chimed at the entryway of the store. The door was torn open and several voices came from the front entryway. Shit. 

You gave a panicked look at Rick and he grabbed you by the arm, whispering something to Daryl from through the shelves. Rick shoved you into the pharmacist office and rummaged around looking for somewhere to hide. 

The smallest closet known to man fit the two of you, leaving not a centimeter of space between your chests. Rick closed the sliding door gently. You heard the office door open and close again. But no sound of the men. Their voices were still muffled, and could be heard talking from further in the store. You figure there were maybe 6 or 7 of them? You’d seen at least 4 coming in before being pushed into the office space. 

Rick's hands were on your hips, holding you against the wall. It was hard not to notice. Thinking he’d be able to feel your heartbeat through his shirt. With every muscle of his torso pressing into you. 

“Wait what about Daryl.. if they…where did he-” 

Rick interrupted with a whisper of your name. He put his finger up to your lips and softly spoke into your ear. 

“I’m gonna need you to be really quiet for me ok?” You could actually feel the butterflies swarming in your belly. 

You nod. Moving slowly, his hand comes down from your lips and rests on your bicep while the other hand reaches behind him for his gun. You didn't realize that you were claustrophobic. But maybe it depended on the situation.

From outside the closet you could hear the strangers talking. 

“Check the office. See if there’s anything worth taking. Looks like all the good stuff is gone anyway.” The door to the office opened and you could feel your eyes widening. 

You resisted the urge to call out Rick's name. Anything for his attention. You grabbed onto his shirt and looked up at him for some sense of comfort. 

Quiet . You just had to be quiet. His hand moved down to wrap around your lower back rubbing sweet, calming circles onto your skin underneath your shirt. 

He gave you a reassuring nod and you tucked your face into his shoulder. Trying to muffle any sound of your breathing. All you could hear was your heartbeat so you weren’t sure how loud your breathing even was. 

Shamefully you felt a jolt of pleasure between your legs at the feeling of the man’s hand on your bare skin, pulling you closer into him. You shouldn’t feel so good about being stuck in such a stressful situation, pressed up against a married man. But for whatever reason the butterflies never stop with Rick. 

In fact, you had to physically stop yourself from arching even further into him, his hips, his groin… 

Someone rifled through the desk in the office. Opening filing cabinets harshly and closing them with just as much force. He swore a couple times. 

“Anything?” A voice appeared out of nowhere. 

Nope. Nothing so please leave. Please. 

“Nah just a bunch of paper”

“You sure there ain’t a safe or anything?”

“Man don’t you think if I-“ 

“Dibs!” 

“Ah fuck!” 

There was a little rustling but you couldn’t make out what they’d found.

Hopefully Daryl was hidden well. 

A different voice called to the men this time, asking what they’d found.

“Nothing really…” the guy answered. 

“Then let’s not waste our time, come on,” the further voice called. 

When the men left, the office door shut but no part of you wanted to move. And for a moment the two of you stood there. Grasping as close to Rick as you’d probably ever get. Savoring the feel of his rough hands and the masculine smell of his body wash. A hand came up to the back of your neck pulling you away slightly, forcing you to look at him. 

“You okay?” His voice was still quiet, as though the man was still in the office. 

You nod, “Do you think-” But as you started to voice your concern, the closet door opened and the bowman rolled his eyes at the sight of you holding onto each-other.

“You two done foolin’ around in there or what” he spat, turning around and peering out the blinds of the office door.

Rick let you go to leave first. Grabbing your bag from its spot at your feet, you brushed past Daryl and made your way to the front of the store. Extremely wary of your unexpected guests. 

“What’s on your mind,” Rick asked you in the truck. 

“Just thinking about how we can’t trust anyone now,”

You thought about the guys at the bar. The whole Randal situation.

“That could have been… the rest of Randals group. Just thinking about what could've happened if they found us.” 

“We would have figured it out. We always do.” 

You nod. 

“Hey,” you looked back up at the sound of his voice, “We got each other. That’s what matters.” Rick squeezed your knee and you smiled in agreement. Heart fluttering once again at his touch. 

He changed the subject.

“So are you done being mad at Daryl now? Andrea said the RV is gettin' a little crowded at night.” He was joking with you. Mostly.

“I guess…”

“We can find some room. Maybe Shane’s tent? Or…you can go back to sharing with Daryl. I know he’s got an extra sleeping mat,” Rick looked over at you with a mischievous smile. Poking the bear. But he wasn’t lying. You had to forgive Daryl at some point.

You don’t answer. Just sigh loud enough to elicit a slight chuckle from the man.

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The fire that night was warm. You sat with a blanket wrapped around yourself and a book in your hands. The firelight straining your eyes as you tried to read the small font. Everyone was chatting or eating. Lori cuddled up against Rick who was trying not to watch you from across the fire, except whenever you turned your page he’d glance again and you’d catch him almost every time. 

Glenn and Maggie snuggled together beside you. Even Andrea and Shane were joking around. 

You figured you should just go sleep in Daryl’s tent. After a quick goodnight to everyone, you made your way to the tent area where a few were brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. You found the familiar tent that you normally shared. Unzipping it, leaving your shoes right outside. There were two sleeping mats and sleeping bags laid out. A tight squeeze but you always made it work. 

When Daryl came to bed that night you pretended to be asleep. Mostly in the hopes that he’d leave you the hell alone. He wouldn’t. He’d probably even try and take your clothes off. Reach into your sleeping bag, unzip it slowly. Graze his fingers up your side, peeling your top off. 

Maybe he’d call you a ‘good girl’ if you helped him take your shorts off and moan quietly into his ear. All things he’d done before. Not that you minded. At all. 

Something about hating the man who fucked you so well was downright exhilarating. You couldn’t have Rick so you’d settled on Daryl. At least for now. Rick and Lori were a little rocky. You’d eavesdropped on a couple of little arguments. Plus, you knew for a fact that her and Shane had been sleeping together. But for now, the man was off limits. Lori’s having his baby for god's sake. Daryl might have been right, about you being a slut, but you sure weren’t a home wrecker. 

Daryl though, he had no one. When you met him you weren’t even sure he liked girls. Or guys. Or anyone for that matter.

In the midst of your little daydream you felt fingertips at your hair brushing it behind your ear. 

“You actually sleepin or…” Daryl said rather softly.  

“Stop,” you didn’t open your eyes. 

“I aint even doin anything’”  

“Exactly,”

He paused. 

“You wanna go for a walk?” He pulled at the zipper of your sleeping bag. “Hm?” 

You turned around to look up at him. Light hair falling into his blue eyes. 

“Come on. It’s too crowded in here,” he kept pushing. Tugging on your arm leading you up out of the tent. It was dark now. No more firelight. Everyone in their respective sleeping spots. You could hear a giggle from one. 

The brisk evening air nipped at your bare legs. 

“You wanna go behind the barn again? Or in the truck this time?”

You rolled your eyes. Didn’t matter really. Either way his hands would be covering your mouth, muffling his name you couldn’t help but moan. He pulled you over to Rick's truck. 

Hands already on your hips pushing you down into the backseat. Out on the driveway. A good distance from the tents and from the house. Rough hands roamed your body, rolling your nipples in his fingers as his mouth went to your jaw. He kissed and licked down your neck. 

“Daryl come on” you didn’t want him to kiss you. Treat you all nice in bed and then be a complete asshole around everyone else. You just wanted a fuck. That’s it. And he knew it too. 

“Just gettin you warmed up...” he muttered into your clavicle. But he started fumbling with his belt anyway. Listening to your pleas. Your hands roamed his biceps tracing their way down the muscles of his arms. 

“Wish that’d been me in the closet today-“ he kissed under your ear and ground himself against you, earning a teeny tiny moan. Barely even. 

“You wouldn’t have been able to stay quiet” your shorts were being peeled off now. He ran his fingers up your slit. Fuck. 

“Can’t control yourself when you’re around me can you?” He positioned himself between your legs and pushed himself into you. A low moan caught between your lips. 

“You would've gotten us caught for sure… maybe even given those guys a little show-"

“Come. On. Daryl. “ you pulled his forehead on yours, your other hand going to his shoulder, nails pressing crescent moons into his skin that he’d surely see in the morning. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, lips grazing yours. And he did. In Rick's truck. Sweat dripped down his neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist, muffling your sounds by biting his shoulder. 

“Let it out,” he whispered in your ear. But you don’t want to. As he pounded into you, that familiar feeling started to form in your gut. Like a knot being pulled from every direction. Every nerve. 

“Daryl I-“

He grabbed your left leg and propped it up on his shoulder. Opening you up and deepening his angle. 

“Oh god” you pull him back in. Not even caring that he was kissing you now. You kissed back, biting his bottom lip gently. His pace evened back out and you felt yourself come undone, his fingernails digging into your thighs. While you came he leaned back to watch and kissed your leg propped up on his shoulder. He didn’t stop thrusting even when you made a sad attempt at pushing him off of you. 

“Stop it’s- Daryl- too much” you pushed at his lower abdomen but he grabbed your hands, roughly pinning them at your sides. 

“We ain’t done yet,” you would come again. You knew it. He knew it too. As a rather embarrassing sob escaped your lips, you buried your face in his chest as he finished himself off, and you for the second time. The noises you made escaped your lips with next to zero shame. He’d heard it all before. 

At a still, he let your leg back down. Kissing it once more. He pulled your shorts back on gently and dealt with his own jeans and belt.

 Sitting up you notice the windows of the truck were all fogged. Without thinking, you drew a smiley face on the window and Daryl chuckled. 

“You ok?” he asked gently.

You nod at him. 

“About the other night…I didn't mean that I just-” 

“It’s ok.” you cut him off and you move your legs to straddle him. You kissed down his neck. Back up to his own ear. The cold air from your breath sends goosebumps down his spine. Rick was right, you had cooled down. No sense in being so angry at a little fight when there were bigger issues in the world.

Hands immediately went to your hips, grinding you down on his already growing bulge. Daryl definitely had stamina. 

“One more?” in his ear, you earn a groan and your name escapes the man’s lips. 

He flipped you over the console until your legs gave out. 

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When you woke up to Rick banging on the car door, panic flooded your face. Quickly after noticing that, one: you were alone, and two: you were wearing your pyjamas, you relaxed. Unrolling the window by hand in the ancient pickup, “What?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

“What the hell are you doin’ in here?” Rick asked with a sweet little grin. Leaning his strong forearms over the open window. 

You bit your lip. Trying to think of any excuse. 

“He snores. Bad.” 

Rick laughed. Still leaned forward. You wanted to reach up and trace the veins on his forearms. Play with his watch. His ring. Anything. 

As much as Daryl could help you out, it wasn’t what you needed. Hell, he’d left you to sleep in a truck. Didn’t even have the decency to bring you back to bed. Not a cuddle. Not a forehead kiss. Nothing. 

“Why don’t you come inside? Carol made pancakes. They’re really something,” 

You rubbed your eyes again, a tiny groan escaped your mouth. You just wanted to go back to sleep. 

You ignore his question. “You guys going out today?” 

He shook his head, “Gonna stay on the farm, Hershel needs help with that little barn over there. Storm did some damage.” There had been a rainstorm a few nights ago. One of the trees got knocked down and went through the roof of a little barn on the property.

“I can help”

“You could…” he opened the door this time, grabbing your hand gently pulling you out of the truck. “...or…. you could stay inside. Help the Greene’s around the house.”

You didn’t mind them. But you preferred Rick's group. Well, you preferred Rick. 

 A deep sigh escaped you and you glanced at the house. Lori watched the two of you from the kitchen window as she dried dishes. 

“You coming?” Rick let his hand fall from yours when he noticed his wife watching.

And because you would do just about anything Rick says, you nod and follow him up the driveway towards the house.

(next chapter)

[nostalgicmania]

Imagine having sex in a zombie apocalypse like where are the protections? where am I supposed to ab*rt this thing if I don't want it? like do you really wanna have a kid during a zombie apocalypse? like wtf

All you got is some expired condoms and morning after pills in some run out pharmacy or something

And you gonna say, "They can pull out" hell naw wtf, and if they don't? if they are so into it that they forget? do you think of pulling out when you are orgasming the shit out of your brain?

[malwaredetected]

hear me out. transfem duncan.

her name is sabrina and she is the transfem dream. badass blonde chick + leather jacket covered in pins + doc martins + eyeliner enthusiast (gwen showed her how to do it) + always has the cutest hairstyles, like, girl can pull of space buns and braids and everything.

chris tried to capitalize off it and make fun of her after her transition but the other contestants were not having it

she and the people she used to bully when she was a huge eggy bitch are friends. and like, even if they're arguing, if someone calls her by the wrong name/pronouns harold+noah+zeke will go absolutely feral

[x-heesy]

Eᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ɪs Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ, ᴘʜᴜᴄᴋʜᴇᴀᴅᴢ 🖤

𝖅𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕻𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 👻

„Tʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ: Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ʙᴜʀɴ“

[flight-to-mars]

Via Sex And Monsters Instagram

[mariocki]

La tumba de los muertos vivientes (Oasis of the Zombies, 1982)

"Why are you burning the body?"

"You must burn it. Otherwise it comes back. Yes, we must burn the bodies of the damned. He had met the sentries who guard the great secret. They would have reclaimed him after his death."

[jjba-smash-or-pass]