You asked me, what kind of life we had just surrendering. It wasn’t, It wasn’t a life. What we did back there, what we’re doing now, making a future for Judith and for Glenn and Maggie’s baby, fighting the fight, that’s living. You showed me that.
requested |love never dies a natural death. it dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. it dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Preference "How they react to you giving them a lap dance" (NSFW)
(Wooooo 😏 our favs being fanboys and fangirls XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
Negan-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be lost in a trance and wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you. As he’d get a hard on, he’d take a good look of every part of you, only to whistle, turn you around as he wants and grin as he suddenly grips your hips to make you grind against him even harder.
Daryl-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be flustered and wouldn’t be too sure of what he should be doing but knew he liked the view. However, slowly he’d go from stealing glances at you to being unable to keep his eyes off of you and would just love the fact that you kept bringing his hands to you.
Rick-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d smirk, finding it amusing and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. He’d love to just feel your body in such movements and definitely find himself getting hard rather quick, making him stop you mid-dance as he turns you towards the bed.
Merle-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d get into it and just compliment you on every part of you. He’d just love that you were giving him a show and wouldn’t stop himself from touching you all over, even going as far as to help you undress before making you feel his hard on for you.
Glenn-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d find you more adorable than anything, only to gradually get turned on by you. He’d find himself smiling to you a lot, only to tease you while at it before suddenly grabbing you to him and turn you to the bed as you’d both giggle.
The Governor-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be in disbelief and would just playfully hate that you were playing around with him. He’d lustfully beg you to stop as he stares at you, only for you to notice his own hand creeping up his thigh a few times before doing the same over his crotch.
Abraham-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d put up a front of trying to resist you, wanting you to work hard for him. He’d want you to give it your all and just cross his arms, looking and smirking at you, before grabbing you closer as he had enough of you playing around like that.
Eugene-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d tense and would try to distract himself and you with odd facts about the act. He’d get hard but wouldn’t want to admit it, trying to avoid your gaze, only to not be able to as he’d feel your ass pressed up against him even more, making him lose his train of thought.
Jesus-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d be playfully confused and would just chuckle to see you. He’d grow to think you were being adorable and would just keep reminding you of how cute you looked, only to wait for you to sit on his lap and be able to hold you tightly to him.
Dwight-The moment you’d start to tease him with a lap dance, he’d just seem to feel better about himself and wouldn’t be able to deny that he loved looking at you working it and feel you rub yourself against him. He’d love it even more as you’d tell him that he wasn’t allowed to touch you, making him hold it in until he just has to grab you.
Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW |
Request: Hello, first I want to write is that your stories are awfully
cute. (I have to admit that you’re doing the best for the Imagine Daryl). Well,
I thought, since I’m not so much experience in TWD, because I was in the fifth
series. I love stupid crap Merle. Brother Daryl. It occurred to me that the
reader will have to suffer the stupid crap Merle and Daryl she stands up, well
obviously, Smut. I do not know, it’s a proposal, but I think you would have to
grapple with it, I believe you can do it.
Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the
roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is
interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end
up dealing with Merle constantly hitting on her and trying to grab on her.
Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her.
(Season 1 Daryl is so fun and Drunk Merle was also fun to write lol. Enjoy!)
Y/N stared across the way as she
absent mindedly helped Carol and Andrea fold laundry. You had just pulled all
the clean clothes of the line and were now going to work making sure everyone’s
laundry was folded and given back to them. “Woman’s work”, as Lori would call
it. You were never the type for, “woman’s work,” but you played along because
you were grateful the group had taken you in after the end of the world.
Your eyes haze over as your hands
work on their own and you focus in on the man who had your eye from the minute
you had found these people, Daryl Dixon. He had piercing blue eyes and a glare
that just about knocked the breath out of you every time he sent it your way.
You smile to yourself as your
eyes run down his dirt covered rippling muscled arms, over to his big barrel
chest that unfortunately was covered with a red and white cut off flannel
shirt. You imagined yourself popping open each button until his full form was
revealed in front of you. You looked down his legs and stared at the button of
his jean. You bite your lip as you imagine popping it open, sliding them down,
and setting free his cock. You rub your legs together imagining what it would
feel like pushing into you making you cry out for more.
Your thoughts were interrupted by
a throat clear. You snap eyes over and realize it is Carol’s voice. Carol and
Andrea stand there grinning to themselves.
“Why don’t you go on over and say
hello? You know you want to.” Carol nodded her knowing eyes your way.
“What about laundry duty?” You
“We got it. You go. Have fun.”
Andrea winks at you.
Your face turns a little read and
you smile sheepishly for a moment, before taking a deep breath of confidence,
turning your heels and walking quickly across the camp. You made a beeline for
Daryl and Merle’s setup which was all the way across the camp and way to the
back, a few yards away from everyone else. They had two tents set up side by
side, with their own fire pit in front of it and an old broken down car to
block potential random walkers who could come out of the woods behind the camp.
You dig your heels harder into
the dirt as you walk toward him. You smile when you see him hard at work
chopping wood, sweat glistening on his skin, radiating him in the bright
sunlight. Merle was drinking a beer watching his brother work away, not even
offering to help. You scoffed at Merle, you really didn’t like him. He was
always so rude and always trying to hit on Andrea when she clearly hated him.
He was one of those men you knew all too well back in the real world. Seems
that those were the only kind of men who survived now, but not Daryl; Daryl was
You watch as Daryl’s toned arms
lifted over his head, as he squared his feet, wiggling his hips a little,
before slamming the blade down into the wood below. The wood split swiftly in
two and dropped to the ground on either side of the big wooden stump. He breathed
heavily as he reached down, grabbed another log, and repeated his actions. He
grabbed another log and was about to raise his arms in the air to swing again,
when he noticed you approaching their camp.
His harsh eyes looked up your
body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul,
“What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.