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can we all just agree that daryl would definitely love to smoke a cigarette while you ride his thigh.

his sex drive hasn’t always been able to compare to yours, and him being a decent bit older than you definitely doesn’t help, but he could never deny a little angel like you the pleasure that you craved so badly.

so there you were, propping yourself up in his lap excitedly, getting yourself settled in the perfect position on his denim-clad thigh, with help from daryl’s strong arms keeping you steady while you adjusted yourself, of course.

the cigarette not only helped him relax in his own way, just as you were relaxing by making a mess of his strong thigh- it also served as a way for him to stall, to test your patience, a sort of timer if you will.

you’d rut yourself against him, whining and blubbering about how bad you needed him, meanwhile he’d continue to sit back in his chair, gripping your waist with one hand while the other would be raised toward his mouth, taking a long, deep draw from the cigarette, gently blowing the smoke toward you.

occasionally, if he was in an extra good mood that day, he’d flip his cigarette around in his fingers, resting it between your lips for you to take a couple puffs as well. he was typically against you smoking; he didn’t want someone like you falling into such a bad habit like him, but he couldn’t deny how much he loved to see you like that in the moment; fucking yourself against him so desperately while you blow the smoke in his face, the small nicotine buzz making you feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy, adding to your overwhelming pleasure.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll make you feel good, just lemme finish my smoke, yeah? you can be patient and do that for me, can’t ya’?”

“daryl, please.”

“not yet baby, yer being so good f’ me, i know you can wait a lil’ longer.”

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Prompt 6&9

6. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

9. “Will you just accept that I'm hopelessly in love with you, and there’s nothing you can do to that will change that”

This was requested by @twdeadfanfic

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You and Daryl had been through a lot since you met each other, you never thought you’d find love at the end of the world, but you did, and so did Daryl, even though he didn’t believe it sometimes.

Daryl had a habit that when things were going, in his eyes, too good, he started to back away, you knew it was because he was scared. You knew all about his past and his family and you understood it, but you must admit it frustrated you sometimes.

Sometimes you didn’t know what to do to prove it to him.

So, when he started pulling away again you decided to confront him, to make him see that you loved him.

“Hey,” you walked up to Daryl, you had just come back to your home from watch duty.

“Hey, can’t stop, I got some things that I need ta do” Daryl responded starting to head to the door.

“Don’t you dare,” you almost growled.

Daryl turned back to you, confused at your sudden outburst, but before he could respond you started to talk.

“Don’t you dare push me away Daryl, you forget, I know you, you can’t keep doing this,” you told him, looking at Daryl who seemed to be a little bit in shock.

Deciding to take a little bit of a softer approach you walked up to him.

“Come here,” you said, gently taking hold of his hand and leading him to the couch and sat him down, sitting on the table opposite.

“Look, I know this scares you, us scares you, but I won’t let you pull away again, please don’t keep doing this,” you softly spoke, sadness in your voice.

“It’s jus’, I don’ get it, why me?” Daryl asked, confusion and sadness laced in his voice.

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” you asked Daryl, he responded by shaking his head.

“I love you because, Daryl, you’re everything to me. You’re brave, you’re smart, but you’re kind, and gentle, and most of all you have so much love in your heart, you’re a wonderful human being Daryl, and I know this is hard to believe because no one had ever talked to you like this before, but I want you to try.”

You got down on your knees to kneel in front of Daryl, placing a hand on each cheek looking deeply into his eyes.

“Just accept that I’m hopelessly in love with you, and there’s nothing you can do to that will change that,” you confessed.

Daryl sat there, unable to say anything, dumbstruck at your words, you were right, no one had ever spoken to him the way you were right now, and he didn’t know what to do.

A tear slipped from his eye; he didn’t realise it until you wiped it away.

“I love you Daryl Dixon,” you reiterated.

“I love you (Y/N), I love you more than anythin’ in this world, I’m so blessed to have you in my life.”

Daryl tried to put into words what he was feeling, but he always struggled with the right words, he was always an `action speaks louder than words` kind of guy, so he slid down off the couch, now on his knees before you as he pulled you in for a loving passionate kiss that expressed all the words he’d ever want to say. 

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daryl dixon can NAAWTT take a blowjob. bro tears up a little

god forbid he looks down at you

oh ABSOLUTELY not.

the first time he saw you on your knees for him, he thought he was gonna cum right then and there before you even started.

i feel like he’d be pretty sensitive as is, so having you in a position like that— your sole focus on pleasuring him, and him alone— would KILL him. he’d have a fistful of your hair in his hand to keep himself grounded, and he’d be practically panting over how amazing your warm, velvety mouth felt around him.

he’d tilt his head back, staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly, or squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to avoid direct eye contact with you because he’s convinced that he wouldn’t be able to last if he saw you down there; one glimpse of your lips stretched around his girth, taking him as deeply as you could? he’d be completely done for.

i think he’d definitely get a little eager at one point and start to fuck your throat a bit, maybe you just hit one spot that made him react with a little snap of his hips. you’d gag from him hitting the back of your throat without warning, and only then would he look down— mainly out of concern because he realized he was practically choking you out with his cock for a minute there— and boy did he immediately wish he didn’t look.

the view of your now watering eyes staring up right into his own, the hot tears beginning to stream down your flushed cheeks, and the glistening streams of drool dripping down the corners of your lips and off your chin was enough to do him in.

the absolute raw, pathetic whine that would escape his lips (that would most likely embarrass the fuck out of him) as his cock twitched in your mouth, right before letting his warm seed spill down your throat would be enough to make you dizzy.

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Daryl Dixon

You always felt like and outcast of your group so you started spending a lot of your free time with Daryl. At first, he seemed cold and unbothered by you. Little did you know it's all going to change pretty soon.

At first, it was simple things like helping you carry bags after group scavenging, teaching you how to use your knife, and teaching you how to shoot a firearm. It all appeared natural to you; he was simply trying to help like everyone else.

"Yer grasp's too loose. Hold it like this."

"You're going to shoot meh with that thing in yo' hands."

After some time, you both began to receive curious looks from the others. When Daryl insisted on being partnered with you, you could see he was acting strangely. He always kept an eye on you, no matter how far or near you were. He would rather sacrifice himself than let anything hurt you.

"Watch ya' step, clumsy. You've grown on meh, and I can't let you do something stupid now."

"I might miss ya a little too much."

Later, things became obvious. When he and Rick returned from a mission, Daryl was sprinting around the campsite, checking to see whether you were present and wanting to hug you. He was always the first to greet you in the morning and occasionally took you for a trip on his motorcycle. When you pressed against his back on the motorcycle, you could hear his breathing speed up.

"Wow, wow. Ease yo' grip, sweetie, I'm not going anywhere."

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Stop At Nothing

A/N: I hope people are still interested in reading my stuff, I know it’s been a ridiculous amount of time since I last posted, and I am truly sorry for that.

Anyway, I wrote this a while ago, its not a request just an orginal idea, i hope anyone who read this likes it!!! 

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2995

Trigger Warnings: Mention of blood and injury

The prison was all hustle and bustle as always. Everyone had a job to do – that’s what Hershel always said.

So, with that everyone got on. You had a range of jobs to do, from helping with laundry to checking the snares outside the fences for your food and helping out on the fences.

You had a big build-up overnight, it was something you all worried about. Although you had fences, they wouldn’t hold if enough walkers gathered up in one spot.

So you had crews go out at different times each day to help get the numbers down.

With the build-up of the fences came the worry about the other side of the building.

The prison – although safe – had a massive hole on the other side.

You were lucky that no walkers had seemed to find their way inside, but whenever the fences got a build-up someone always goes down to check.

You had a system, there always had to be a system, it saves lives. One person goes to the other side and scouts it out, if walkers are seen they are supposed to come right back and grab some people to help sort it,

Today it was Glenn’s job.

You wished him good luck and carried on your duties.

Your first set of duties required you to stay in the cellblock.

You didn’t mind, doing boring little jobs while listening to Beth sing – it could be worse.

Glenn made his way through to the other side, he scouted around thoroughly, really making sure there were no threats.

Hearing a sound from around the corner Glenn drew his knife.

He quietly made his way around the corner to immediately have a gun shoved in his face.

“Put the knife down,” the man ordered.

Glenn put both his hands up and slowly lowered the knife to the floor.

“Hey, look I don’t want no trouble, you need help? We can give it to you, you don’t have to do this,” Glenn almost pleaded.

The man chuckled.

“You see, we do need help, we need this place, and we're gonna take it,” the man announced.

“We?” Glenn asked.

The man lowered his gun and sent out a whistle, almost instantly another six men came around the corner.

“We!” the man said with a smug smile on his face.

He raised his gun once more, pointed it straight at Glenn’s head.

“Now, take us to your people,” he ordered Glenn.

“That’s not gonna happen,” Glenn said standing up straight to look more threatening.

“You see, it is gonna happen. Either you take me there and we can have a little talk about what’s gonna happen, or I’ll just kill you right here, find them myself and just kill them.” The man took a couple of steps closer to Glenn to get in his face.

“Now you don’t seem like a stupid man to me, you seem like the kinda man who would try and save his people at any cost. Well, this is the cost. Now move!” the man ordered, pointing the gun in the direction he knew Glenn came from.

You were sitting on a little stool next to Daryl, cleaning your gun and your knives, occasionally glancing up at one another with a smile on your faces.

You enjoyed these little quiet moments, they didn’t happen often, these were the times where you truly saw the softer side of Daryl. The small smile and the blush that came over him every time you looked up at him made your heart swell.

That quiet moment was soon shattered on hearing a scuffle in the hallway only to see Glenn bounding into the cellblock.  

Everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Men… coming this way…” Glenn said between breaths.

You turned your eyes from Glenn’s to Daryl's and immediately you were all on your feet, weapons pointed at the entrance to your cellblock.

Standing with bated breath, no one moved. For a while, all you could hear was the sounds of heavy breathing.

When you heard footsteps approaching you made sure you were in a good stance, ready for a fight.

A man rounded the corner, his gun down at his side, and blood coming out of his nose.

“He’s a sneaky bastard,” the man said, wiping the blood from his nose at the same time pointing in Glenn’s direction.

No one took their eyes off the men, from what you could tell there were at least seven of them.

“They want this place Rick,” Glenn told Rick.

“That’s right, we do, and we are gonna take it. See I was gonna place nice, but your friend here messed that up. So… I’m gonna have to kill you all now,” the man announced.

Not one second after he finished his sentence bullets were flying everywhere, you aimed at as many of them as you could, all the while trying to get the kids into a cell upstairs away from danger.

You ran back down the stairs, shooting at you went, as one of the men was coming up behind Daryl you wasted no time in taking him out.

Daryl turned around and gave you a nod in appreciation as you sent one back.

You made your way around the cellblock killing as many as you could.

Coming around the stairs you saw one of the men at the back exit trying to get out of the locked door, with no mercy you pulled the trigger, sending him to his death.

Your back now to the action behind you, you began to turn around to get back to the fight.

But before you knew it, an arm snaked around your shoulders gripping you like a vice. Suddenly you felt an ice-cold blade pressed against your throat.

“You’re gonna let us go, or she dies,” the man gripping you announced.

With the knife at your neck you couldn’t move your head but instead made use of your eyes, looking around at everyone, all giving off worried looks, contemplating what to do.

Your eyes turned to Daryl, a fierce look in his eye and the man gripped you tighter, despite the enemy holding you hostage his eyes never left yours, waiting for a signal for him to make his move.

You knew Daryl hated being put in a position where he didn’t hold all the cards, it made him feel trapped, the only thing making this situation for him worse that it was your life at stake.

Seeing Daryl getting agitated you shook your head as subtly as you could without causing the knife to draw blood, signalling Daryl to do nothing.

“You don’t think I’m serious, I will kill her,” the man tore you from your silent conversation with Daryl as he pressed the knife harder into your skin, leaving a trickle of blood running down your neck, as he signalled the other man standing behind him to slowly take steps back towards the exit.

In that moment you saw almost every one of your family take an instinctive step forward to try and protect you.

But you knew that the only one who could get you out of this position was you, no one would risk taking a shot, not with you in the firing line, and the other man behind with a gun.

You knew Rick was trying to negotiate with the men, you could hear the muffled sounds of conversation as you were trying to come up with a plan to get yourself out of the situation without placing anyone else’s life at risk.

As the negotiating went back and forth you had a plan in mind, one that would, if it came to it, risk only your life, but that was a price worth paying to save everyone else.

You took a glance at Daryl, who was shifting his glances between Rick and you, hoping that this wasn’t the last time.

You took as big of a breath as you could under knifepoint, readying and calming yourself down for your move.

Once you mapped out your moves in your head you were ready to enact them.

You moved your feet slightly to be in the right stance, not wanting to lose your balance in your precarious position.

Without any warning to anyone, you grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it backwards away from your neck, in the same swift movement you twisted it back into the normal position as you glided your feet into a position where you were standing face to face with him, with the knife still in his hand you used his arm for leverage plunging the knife up through his chin all the way up into his brain.

Before anyone had a chance to move, you had pulled the knife from the man’s head, took the knife into your own hand and threw it at the second man, making it land right in between his eyes, killing him instantly.

As the second man went down his body’s reflexes kicked in, and the finger that was on the trigger went off, causing a stray bullet to go through the air.

At the noise everyone ducked, protecting themselves and anyone around them.

When silence fell over the prison you all stood stock still, you were looking down at the men you just killed.

With a cacophony of sighs of relief behind you, you slowly turned around to face your family.

As you slowly turned around everyone eyes came to meet yours only to see you holding your side as blood trickled through your fingers onto the floor.

In a sudden burst of dizziness, you stumbled to hold your balance but before the ground could meet you a pair of string arms met you instead.

As you glanced up to see Daryl holding you, you slipped into darkness.

Once everyone grasped what had happened, and saw your unconscious body in Daryl's arms, the prison broke out in movement as everyone went about getting things ready to save your life.

Hershel walked up to you in Daryl’s arms and placed his hand under your shirt to determine whether there was an exit wound, in which he found none.

“Get a bed from one of the cells, I’ll do the surgery out here, there’s more room,” Hershel shouted making sure someone heard.

As some went to retrieve the bed, others went around getting the medical supplies that were needed.

Once everything was in position Daryl gently placed your unconscious body down on the bed.

With everything ready to perform the surgery, Hershel went about saving your life.

Hershel was digging deeper into your side to retrieve the bullet as you woke up screaming in pain.

“Daryl hold her down!” Hershel shouted above your screaming.

Daryl jumped into action holding down your arms.

With his face above yours, he hated seeing the pain look in your eyes, tears streaming down your face.

“Make it stop Daryl, please,” you begged him, the pain getting unbearable.

“It’s okay (Y/N), you’re gonna be okay, just be strong okay,” Daryl pleaded back to you.

“It hurts so much,” you cried out.

“I know baby, I know, but it’s gonna make you better I promise,” Daryl said trying to convince you.

Daryl turned his head to give Hershel a worried look, to receive a nod agreeing with Daryl that this was the only way.

As Daryl turned back to you your eyes rolled into the back of your head and unconsciousness found you again.

“Hershel!” Daryl shouted worried.

“It’s okay Daryl, she just passed out from the pain,” Hershel explained.

Daryl turned back to you, wiping the tears that had settled in your now still face, pushing a bit of hair from your face.

If Daryl didn’t know any better he would say you were sleeping with how peaceful you looked, he just hoped and prayed that you woke up from it.

Once the surgery was complete, they moved you into a cell.

As Hershel left the cell Daryl followed.

“Is she gonna be alright?” Daryl asked his voice laced with worry.

“She’s lost a lot of blood, she’s stable at the moment, but if that changes I might have to do a transfusion,” Hershel explained.

After Hershel diagnosis, Daryl headed back in the cell to be by your side.

Pushing two of the single bunks together to make a double, Daryl hardly ever left your side.

With every day that passed, Daryl got more and more worried.

Hershel came to check up on you every few hours, and this time was no different.

Daryl moved away slightly to allow access for Hershel, but still never leaving the cell.

Hershel did his normal checks, but his time he seemed to be more thorough, checking your vitals more than usual.

“What’s wrong?” Daryl asked.

Hershel turned to look at Daryl then back towards you, placing the back of his hand on your forehead.

“She’s a little warmer than usual,” Hershel explained.

Daryl stepped in closer wanting to be as near to you as he could.

Hershel proceeded to lift your shirt to look at the bandage, and all seemed normal, that is until he lifted it up.

Your wound looked raw and discoloured around the edges.

“It’s infected,” Hershel sighed.

“What do we do?” Daryl said with a panicked tone to his voice.

Hershel stood up to be face to face with Daryl.

“We put her on some antibiotics to clear the infection, that should work,” Hershel explained.

“Do we have enough for that?” Daryl asked, knowing that things like antibiotics were hard to find, you either had some or none, and Daryl was hoping you at least had some.

“We have some, but not a lot, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough,” Hershel said.

Daryl shuffled his feet in the same spot, looking over at you, biting his thumb, contemplating what his next move would be, and he knew.

To save you.

“That place you said, how far?” Daryl asked Hershel.

It’s a place you had all talked about going but hadn’t managed to go yet, it was a fair distance and at the time there was no immediate need – now there was.

“50 miles, give or take,” Hershel told him as Daryl made his way to his cell to pack a bag and grab his crossbow as Hershel followed Daryl to his cell.

“It’s too far Daryl, too risky,” Hershel told Daryl concerned for his welfare.

“If I don’t, will she live?” Daryl asked bluntly already knowing the answer.

Hershel said nothing, only glanced towards the ground.

“Yh thought so, I’m doin’ this, ain’t nobody stopping me!” Daryl said forcefully.

“You don’t have to go alone,” suddenly Glenn’s voice joined the conversation.

“Nah, you need to stay here,” Daryl told him.

“No way Daryl, it was my fault they were here, I gotta help,” Glenn admitted.

Daryl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing arguing would just waste more time.

“Well if ya comin’ we leave now, get your shit,” Daryl ordered.

With that Daryl and Glenn made the trek to get the medicine that was going to save your life.

Hours had passed, and you were slowly getting worse. Your fever was up and the antibiotics that the group had was running out fast.

Once the medicine ran out Hershel never left your side, fearing the lack of antibiotics would send you into seizures, he knew that if Daryl and Glenn didn’t get back soon, you weren’t going to make it.

With the clanging sound of the cellblock door opening and running footsteps, Hershel rose from his position to see Daryl holding his bag.

For a moment Daryl froze, you looked so much worse, you were pale, your skin glistening from the sweat the fever brought, you no longer looked like the bright, vibrant girl he fell in love with.

Not waiting for Daryl to snap out of this trance Hershel took the bag from his hand and unloaded the much-needed medicine and started administrating them straight away.

Once that was done Daryl took his rightful place at your side once more, every now and again placing a cool, damp cloth on your forehead in hopes of reducing your fever.

More hours passed but finally, you were starting to get back your colour.

You were starting to look like you again – unconscious – but you.

With his fingers entwined in yours, he felt your fingers twitch.

Looking down at your hand to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he saw them move.

Moving his gaze to your face he saw your eyelids begin to flutter.

Daryl sat up on the bed, hovering over you as you started to regain consciousness.

“(Y/N)?” Daryl said quietly, placing a hand on your cheek, letting you know he was there.

You groaned in discomfort as the world started coming back to you.

“Daryl?” you said in the same tone as Daryl.

“Yh, I’m here, you’re okay (Y/N), you’re okay,” Daryl repeated like a mantra as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Daryl? What happened?” you asked, not quite recalling all the events clearly.

“You got shot (Y/N), trying to save us,” Daryl explained.

“Did I?” you asked, confusing Daryl.

Noting the look on his face you decided to elaborate.

“Did I save you? Is everyone okay?” you asked again.

“Yes, you did, you saved us all,” Daryl revealed.

“Was I badass?” you asked with a chuckle, wincing slightly at the movement.

“Yh, you were badass. My badass girl,” Daryl said with a smile.

He wished you didn’t do what you did, at the risk of your own life. But in this moment, all he could feel was relief that you were okay, that you were going to live. The argument about risking your life could come at another time, right now he just wanted to love you as he laid down next to you, enveloping you in his arms. 

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