damn it rick. i was trying to get it on with daryl

Imagine Daryl being protective of you because of how clumsy you are and getting worried when he doesn't find you

(Soooo yay for some DARYL FLUFF :D Hope it is as requested and you all like it :) I tried my best to come up with the rest of a plot so hope it isn’t too bad xD Gif not mine/found it on google/Credit to the original owners.)

It was early morning and you were already up, preparing yourself to go on a run. It wasn’t something common for you but today you just had to.

It was Daryl’s birthday and you had to get something to prepare a little surprise for him. He deserved it you thought.

From the day, he met you he had been keeping you safe and much more than the others in the group, you could tell. He was always going out of his way to keep you close, standing in front of you to keep walkers away and such, you just had to repay him somehow.

Not to mention, that he admitted to you to never really having had any sort of celebration for his birthday, just made you want to do it for him even more.

Carefully preparing your bag, you finally finished and made sure to quietly step out the house, so the others wouldn’t know, especially the birthday boy.

The sun was out and you could tell it was going to be a rather beautiful day and you couldn’t have hoped for any better. With a smile, you asked for the gate to be open and were finally on your way to the nearest town to prepare the celebrations.

~~~~

Feeling like something was off, Daryl tossed and turned in his bed. Eventually, he gave up on sleep but as he opened his eyes the sun blinded him through the window, making him realize how he must’ve slept in.

He quickly got dressed for the day but while doing so, he just couldn’t brush the uncomfortable feeling away from him. He quickly stepped out of his room and instantly noticed your door still closed.

It wasn’t odd for you to still be asleep at this hour, he thought and smiled to himself as he leaned against his door. Carefully, he closed his door and just thought of going into your room to surprise you.

He tiptoed his way to your door and held onto the doorknob, slowly turning it before opening it wide. He wanted to scream at you and laugh but you weren’t there.

Your bed was empty. His eyes widened slightly, thinking to himself the countless of times your door would be left open the moment you stepped out of the room and how this wasn’t in your habit.

He quickly rushed down the stairs to check if you were anywhere in the house and soon enough started to call to you. However, nothing. Pacing to the front door, he quickly opened it and took notice of everyone around.

Among them, you were nowhere to be found. Stepping down the stairs, he looked around for you and tried to subtly hide his worry about you.

He could feel his heart racing nervously and started to struggle hiding his feelings. Bumping into Rick, he jumped and felt the other man gripping his arm.

“Daryl?! Y-You okay?!” he asked him.

He looked at Rick trying to reassure him, nodding and shrugging, not wanting to alarm the others around who might pass.

“Y-Yeah i’m fine…Why?”

Rick chuckled at those words and shook his head in disbelief.

“Because you don’t look like it…Come on what’s wrong?”

Shifting his gaze around, he knew he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore and told him in a lower voice of his worries.

“It’s Y/N…She ain’t in her room or the house…I got worried and i’m looking for all over but still nothing…”

At that Rick chuckled and just felt like he should’ve realized the obvious. Since he came across you, there wasn’t a time when Daryl couldn’t be seen right next to you and keeping you company.

~~~

From the way you were, it wasn’t hard to want to stay by your side and literally keep you safe. You were probably the clumsiest person he and Daryl have ever met.

You could be doing the simplest task in the world, like getting yourself a cup of water yet somehow you’d manage to come back with a few bruises that you had no idea of. At times, he wondered as to how you even got this far, as even your personality was far too bright and trusting of others for people to not just take advantage of you.

Nonetheless, luckily for you, you stumbled upon them out of all people and have since been in their protection. Everyone had a habit of keeping their eyes out for you, from pulling you out of the way from bumping into tree branches to putting the safety on your gun to just making sure you weren’t pointing the gun towards yourself when you’d talk to them, basically anything they were always there for you.

Your clumsiness was even worst than that of Eugene, he had thought and was just glad that Daryl even went the extra mile to even stay literally as close as he could to you. Having witnessed all of that, hearing news of you not being anywhere to be found, he started to worry and look around as well.

~~~

Rubbing his chin, he continued, “Man I ain’t gonna lie it’s kinda scary to not see her…What if she trapped herself somewhere…or worst got herself stuck in something…”

Rick nodded along and patted Daryl’s shoulder to beckon him to follow.

“Well if she’s not here, then come on let’s go ask the others if they’ve seen her…”

Daryl followed along and the two continued their search for you, asking the others if they’ve seen you. Meanwhile, you were practically having the time of your life scavenging around an abandoned town.

You found a few things to make for a celebration and were already at the task to him a gift. You cursed yourself for your procrastination on not doing so earlier in the week and just had to deal with quickly finding something and then having to sneak back in.

Looking around the store, you then got angry at yourself again, for not having even asked him as to what he might like, making you sigh and just keep walking around until you’d find something interesting.

~~~

After having talked to nearly everyone, Daryl got pissed and just felt his heart dropping. He couldn’t ever stand the thought of you even deciding to leave on your own, making him come to his own conclusion that someone might’ve take you away or something.

He growled and just wanted to punch a wall or something after everyone denied seeing you. Rick tried his best to comfort him but nothing would seem to calm down.

Coming across the last few people, Daryl marched over to them by the gate and they could tell he was actually ready to go out and look for you.

Not even bothering to excuse himself, he simply yelled at, “Hey! Did any of you see Y/N?!”

“Yeah…I opened the gate for her this morning…”

At the sound of the familiar voice behind him, his rage made him turn around and already run over to tackle, none other than Tobin.

He had him pinned against the gate and was already yelling at the top of his lung at the other man and getting in his face.

“Are you fucking shitting me now?! The hell were you thinking?! Don’t you have a brain to think?!”

All choked up, he couldn’t answer him properly and had to wait until Rick pulled Daryl off of him.

Confused about the situation, he answered simply in between cough. “I-I just did as she asked me too…”

“I swear if anything happens to her…She comes back with a flu, a cough, a single scratch on her, even a missing strand of her hair…Anything! i’ll make you regret ever opening that damn gate for her!”

Daryl’s sense of protectiveness and anger had just come out in that moment. He couldn’t believe anyone would be even this clueless when it came to your safety and didn’t want to let go of it so easily.

He tried his best to fight and get away from Rick’s grasp.Trying to calm him down, Rick told him, “Alright…It’s alright…We’ll just go out and find her!”

He grunted and got out of his grasp, ready to go march over to get his crossbow, all while glaring at the culprit.

~~~

As he took a few steps away, a sudden shriek of struggle and loud thump could be heard against the walls. Instantly, Rick pulled out his gun while Daryl instantly rushed to open the gate.

From the simple tone of voice, he knew it was you. Slamming the gate open, he stepped out and called out to you, looking around to see as to where you were.

Instantly, you giggled to see his worried shake of head and called to him.

“Daryl! Up here! Look, i’m almost completely up the fence!”

He finally looked your way and could nearly feel his heart jump out of his chest. You were completely disheveled and he could only imagine the struggle you must’ve encountered. Joining him, Rick felt the same and pushed Daryl towards where you were hanging upon the gate.

As they both walked over closer, you didn’t even noticed or really felt the pain your body was suffering from the slip up you had while trying to climb up the gate and just had to throw a joke at them.

“Hey guys…How’s it hanging, am I right?!”

In a fit of confusion and anger, Daryl could only yell at you in disbelief as to how you could even joke around from so high up.

“What the hell?! You think you’re so funny? You got us all worried here?! How did you even get up there?! Oh god…You stay still! Don’t you move a freaking inch until I get there!”

At that you got scared and stayed quiet until they walked back in to try and pull you up from the inside. You gripped onto the side as much as you could and did as he asked.

Trying to get comfortable, you slipped slightly and let out another shriek. At that, Daryl freaked out even more and backed up to go join you from the outside instead.

Rick tried to get him back but pushing him off, he ran to join you. He couldn’t stand the idea of you hurting yourself after the morning scare you gave him and just couldn’t feel like letting himself down for being so reckless to not keep a closer eye on you.

Surprised to see him back, you panicked and started to scream back down at him.

“D-Daryl?! What are you doing here?! Hurry back up! I-I don’t think i’ll be able to hang on anymore!”

Daryl sighed exasperatedly and was already getting himself ready to catch you if anything were to happen. Loudly, he scolded you and instructed you to let go of the side.

“You idiot, you really think i’ll make it in time back there! Fuck it! Just jump!”

Just the word of “jumping” scared you and truly you weren’t ready for such eventuality.

“What?!”

“Let go! I’ll catch you!”

“No! I-I’m too scared!”

He scoffed at that remark and just started to provoke you while some of the others went to help him and you.

“Scared?! Now you’re scared! You sure didn’t seem like it earlier! Now stop whining and let go!”

Closing your eyes tightly shut, you let go just as asked of you and screamed at the top of your lungs. You were certain to feel a solid ground in a few instant but the moment your body came to a stop, you felt a weight going down with you and realize Daryl had actually caught you.

Instantly feeling his warmth, you wrapped your arms around him. When you opened your eyes again, you smiled and couldn’t be anymore grateful for your friend.

Your smile came back but it didn’t seem the same for Daryl. He glared at you and started to march his way back inside Alexandria. As he saw Tobin, he shook his head and swore to himself he was going to have a few words for him.

~~~

Embarrassed by the position you were in his arms, you blushed and stuttered trying to get off of him.

“D-Daryl?! I-I think you can let me down now! I-I’m fine! Let me down!”

He stayed quiet, huffing and puffing out of stress under his breath, walking pass everyone and ignoring them as they tried to go in and help. By then he already had you in the infirmary, alone.

He sat you down carefully and already was starting to inspect you for any bruising you might have gotten. He pulled up your sleeves, lifted up your shirt, checking your arms, stomach and back as much as he can, forgetting completely about your privacy.

When it came to you being bruised or covered in scratches, he couldn’t stand that idea of you being tainted while by his side and just had a manic of making sure you were fine.

Although, you’d laugh it all off whenever you’d find one, his mind was already set on blaming himself for being so reckless that he would always go out of his way to make it all disappear.

You could see the scared look in his eyes and just had to reassure him that you were truly fine.

“D-Daryl! Daryl! I’m fine! I’m ok! It’s ok! You don’t need to keep looking around! I swear!”

Not listening to you, he continued and soon enough he caught glimpse of a little cut and some bruising around. He bit his lip in anger and growled at you.

“Fine? You’re covered in dirt from head to toe! Your jacket is torn and i’m pretty sure that cut was never there in your jeans before! And what about this?! How do you explain this?!”

You looked as to where his eyes were fixed on and squirmed in your seat to get a better look. You chuckled to see it and looked back at him, trying to brush it off.

“Oh it’s nothing! I didn’t even noticed it was there! I probably got this earlier or while I was out, it seems!”

Daryl sighed to hear you and rose up to his feet, searching and scrambling for something to patch you up. As soon as he found a cloth and disinfectant, he walked back and turned you around and was already applying the cloth to clean up.

You winced at the sudden feeling of stinging and he scoffed.

“Nothing? That’s what you call nothing! Even just touching it hurts you! How can you ever say it’s nothing!”

Once again you were cornered by him and had nothing else better to say. He growled under his breath and still continued to carefully clean up your cut.

As he took out the bandage to cover it up, his curiosity got to him and he just had to ask you, “What were you even going out there on your own?!”

Not wanting to ruin the surprise nor knowing what else to say, you stayed quiet and looked away.

“What? Can’t talk all of a sudden…You sure had a mouth when you were out there…Getting me all worried…and you can’t even tell me why…I swear am i going to have to chain you to your goddamn room or what! Tell me?!”

There was hurt in his tone and you just felt bad to not let him know. The more you heard him complain, the worse you felt and just stopped him.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you why…Just promise me to not laugh…”

At that he quieted himself and stare at you intently.

You rose up from your seat and marched over to reach for your bag, trying to find him the gift you got him.

“Well…I remembered how you talked about never having a celebration for your birthday…and I also remembered your actual birthday…”

His eyes widened at the thought of you even remembering such small details about himself and truly couldn’t believe you even cared for him that much. You turned to look at him and hid your gift behind your back, once you found it.

“So…I put one and one together…And left to get some stuff for you…I really wanted to prepare something big…But I was kinda last minute…Cause it’s today, right?”

Looking at you in stunned, he slowly nodded and you continued, scratching your head and trailing down to rub your neck.

“Yeah…well that’s why I left this morning-”

Feeling even more guilty, he looked at you apologetically and solemnly cut you off mid sentence.

“So you risked your life…just to get me something for my birthday…”

You chuckled at those words and rolled your eyes at him, waving a hand to brush it off.

“Well risking me life is big way to put it…”

“Your clothes got torn and you’re all dirty and covered in bruises, that’s looks pretty much like it…”

“I-I’ve looked worse…I just slipped and fell a few times…it wasn’t serious at all…”

Once again, he didn’t seem amused by your nonchalant attitude. You tried your best to cheer him and decided to finally show him what you had gotten.

“But anyways…I just wanted to show you my gratitude for how kind and caring you are towards me…So knowing how much you liked your moonshine…I tried looking for some but couldn’t find any…So I got this fancy bottle instead!”

As you showed him the bottle of cognac, he got up to his feet and approached you. He eyed you up and down, looking at your filthy and torn clothes and messy hair, and just shook his head.

“And for that…You decided to climb up a nearly 10 foot gate to get back in…”

Taken a back and realizing how dumb it was you laughed nervously.

“I-I wanted it to be a surprised…”

From your shy gaze and blushing cheeks, a part of him wanted to laugh as well while another just wanted to grab you in a tight hug just to keep you safe from ever going out again. Thinking about how you must’ve worked hard to just even find that sort of gift for him, he sighed.

He really couldn’t believe how far you risked your own safety to show him a sign of your gratitude towards him and reluctantly took the bottle away from you.

He stared at it for a long while, making you wonder if he really liked it or not. As you were about to ask him, he threw it back onto the couch nearby, making you let out a surprise yelp and try to reach over for it.

He caught a hold of your arm and pulled you closer to him. Looking you in the eyes, his gaze soften before pulling you in a tight embrace.

He tightened his grip around you and made it impossible for you to escape him. Stroking your hair, he tried to calm you down.

“Listen up, you idiot…It’s a really nice thought of you…Remembering my birthday and getting a gift and all…But you don’t ever have to risk yourself like that to thank me…Just promise me that you’ll stay by my side and let me know that you’re safe and sound… That’s enough thanks for me…”

You were speechless at those words and your mind went utterly blank. You could only hug him back and nod quietly into his chest to reassure him that you wouldn’t ever leave on your own without notice.

Feeling you, he finally felt a weight of relief and could breathe easily.

“So is that a promise?”

You nodded again and looked up at him.

“Promise…I won’t try to surprise you with a gift again…”

“That and…”

“And I won’t leave your side without telling…I’ll even start to wear a helmet if you want!”

He laughed at that last comment and patted your head, smiling before pressing his cheek against your hair. His hands trailed back down when suddenly, he felt another tore in your jacket and could swear there was another cut.

Backing away quickly, he turned you around to the side and noticed the little cut he had missed earlier.

“Are you serious? How?”

You shrugged and knew you were about to get another lesson about it and just backed away completely from him. Laughing nervously, you walked backwards towards the couch and tripped slightly before reaching to it.

He flinched to see you stumble and was ready to jump in and catch you. Nonetheless, you to to it in one piece and picked up the bottle he had thrown away.

Looking at him, still smiling, you said, “How about we just drink and forget this ever happen! Let’s just focus on your birthday and not think about me for once!”

To look at you and rolled his eyes. Getting closer, he tussled your hair even more and could only smile at your suggestion, promising himself that he should also keep you happy while at it.


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Comfort [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Remember the season finale of twd? Could you do a Daryl Dixon smut based on that. The reader is his wife and after the talk/argument with Dwight in the cell, the reader tries to comfort Daryl about the situation.

Hope you enjoy @prince-of-edolas!! 

Originally posted by noisysunday

Words: 2,553

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex

A/N: I felt like I hadn’t written any Daryl in forever, so I hope you enjoy some sweet Daryl smut! 

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Drabbles!!

(A/N) So, I finally collected my favourite drabbles. Most of those below are from another blog, but I just can’t find him/her. So if those are your drabbles or you know the user those drabbles are from, please let me know, so I can give them the credit they deserve!
How this works: Choose one or more prompts and a character and send me your request. You can do it as an anon, but if you do it non-anon like, I can tag you. And if you’d like any more details to be added (who says the line, for example) just add it to the request. You can find a list of characters I write for down below.
The things you send me, will be turned into a oneshot.

1. “Close your eyes.“ – „I swear, if you’re doing something strange, I’ll kill you!”

2. “Are you…flirting with me?” – “About damned time you notice!”

3. “Please stop smiling at me. I keep messing everything up when you look at me like that!”

4. “You look so comfy and cuddle-able!”

5. “I can’t believe, how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re eating breakfast in my shirt.”

6. “No…it’s just like…I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

7. “You can hurt yourself with that.” – uses weapon skilfully – “You were saying?”

8. “You know, to be a smartass, you have to be smart. Otherwise you’re just an ass.”

9. “IS THAT PAINT?” – “Nope, just my blood.”

10. “That looks infected.” – “It’s fine.” – “You’re dying!” – “Well…that’s fine too.”

11. “I can save you.” – “No, you can’t.”

12. “Do you think at all before you speak?”

13. “You know, unlike some other people, I don’t sleep with everyone I make eye contact with.”

14. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”

15. “I’ve made so many mistakes, but you’re not one of them.”

16. “You, didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you!”

17. “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call me.”

18. “Who are we ignoring?”

19. “I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face with words.”

20. “You’re one insult away from starting a war.”

21. “I love you from the bottom from my heart, but I don’t trust you cooking. So stay out of my kitchen.”

22. “I have nothing to apologise for.”

23. “Don’t judge because I’m quiet. No one plans a murder out loud.”

24. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?” – “Not interested, thanks though.”

25. “I’m going to kill you!” – “Daring/Dude, I’m already dead.”

26. “It’s hard to have a heart, when you stopped so many others.”

27. “I’d like to apologies to everyone, for what’s about to happen.”

28. “Death is the only god, who will come if you call.”

29. “God damnit!” – “You can’t say that!” – “Okay. Satan bless it!”

30. “I hate you.” – “Why? I’m lovely!”

31. “Why were you trying to kill me?” – “I was hired to.”

32. “You’re…” – “Beautiful, gorgeous, immensely talented-“ – “…dangerous.”

33. “I know the voices aren’t real, but man, they come up with some great ideas!”

34. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

35. “You see, my idea of ‘help from above’, is a sniper.”

36. “You’re a psychopath.” – “I prefer creative.”

37. “Excuse me? Which level of hell is this?”

38. “Fuck an apology! I’m not sorry for anything!”

39. “Who are you? Death?” – “Sometimes. Not today though.”

40. “I’d rather be spilling blood.”

41. “Spoiler alert: everybody dies.”

42. “No! I’m not feeling violent. I’m feeling creative with weapons.”

43. “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?” – “Don’t you feel powerless living in other people’s world?”

44. “I may have, accidently adopted five cats.”

45. “The problem is: if I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

46. “I can lose everything! But not you, oh god, not you!”

47. “Kill me if you must, but I will not bow to a king, who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he’s taken.”

48. “I am the monster you created.”

49. “Why should I apologies for being the monster I’ve become? No one ever apologised for making me this way!”

50. “The chains may be broken, but are you truly free?”

51. “The devil’s got nothing on me, my friend.”

52. “Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.”

53. “Can I stay in the reality of your universe? Mine sucks.”

54. “So, what’s your plan?” – “My plan was to follow your plan!”

55. “I do what I want and you’ll do what you’re told!”

56. “This is my life now. I climbed that hill and I’ll die upon it.” – “Shut up! We’ve only been hiking for like five minutes!”

57. “I’m getting the distinct feeling that I’m not welcome here.”

58. “Don’t bleed on my floor!”

59. “…I think I broke him/her.”

60. “You’ve got to believe me!” – “Sorry, but I tend to not believe compelling liars.”

61. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.” – “You’re immortal. And I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.”

62. “I know it’s three in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”

63. “If you walk out that door…don’t you ever come back.”

64. “Will you just let me think for a minute and let me think?!”

65. “Ignore me. I didn’t see anything.”

66. “I’m in love…shit.”

67. “You look…” – “Beautiful, I know. Can we please move on now?”

68. “I’ve never stood a chance, did I?” – “That’s the sad part. You once did.”

69. “I thought you forgot about me.” – “Never.”

70. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

71. “We have like five people trying to kill us. What are we gonna do?” – “Well, it’s more like nine.” – “Oh well, I’m sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

72. “Oh, look at all the pretties!” – “Can you please stop talking about assault rifles, the same way you talk about shoes?”

73. “I am way to sober for this shit.”

74. “Stop that.” – “Stop what?” – “That thing you’re doing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

75. “Take my hand.” – “Why?” – “I’m trying to ask you to marry me! So, take my damned hand!”

76. “Well, do as I say, not as I do.”

77. “Come here.” – “Why?” – “Just come here!” – “No, you’re gonna hit me!”

78. “I’m fine.” – “You don’t look fine.” – “Then stop looking.”

79. “You need to stop doing that!” – “Doing what?” – “Things that make me want to kiss you.”

80. “I’m not a doctor, but I think he’s dead.”

81. “I’d love to insult you, but I’m afraid I won’t do as well as nature did.”

82. “Want to come over? Nobody’s home.” – “On my way.” – “I’m here, where are you?” – “Told you nobody’s home.”


Characters:

Divergent:

  • Eric
  • Four

Hunger Games:

  • Peeta
  • Gale
  • Finnick

The walking dead:

  • Daryl
  • Negan
  • Rick
  • Glenn

NCIS:

  • Gibbs

Criminal MInds:

  • Hotchner
  • Spencer

Lord of the rings:

  • Aragorn
  • Legolas
  • Frodo
  • Sam
  • Merry
  • Pippin

The Hobbit:

  • Thranduil

White Collar:

  • Neal

Percy Jackson:

  • Percy
  • Luke

Riverdale:

  • Jughead
  • FP Jones

Harry Potter:

  • Harry
  • Ron
  • Draco
  • Fred & George
  • Tom Riddle
  • Snape
  • Neville

Marvel:

  • Loki
  • Thor
  • Captain America
  • Iron Man

Actors:

  • Tom Hiddleston
  • Benedict Cumberbatch
  • Jeffrey Dean Morgan
  • Sebastian Stan
  • Jai Courtney
  • Tom Felton
  • Jeremy Renner
  • Bill Skarsgard

YouTube:

  • Dan Howell
  • Markiplier
Flirt // Chandler Riggs Imagine

Chandler is more slightly more over-confident and cheeky in this one, instead of the aDORABLE CINNAMON ROLL he usually is.

Requested by: @fannyimagines

PROMPT: The reader has a part on twd as Carl’s love interest. Chandler flirts with her during a panel, only making the fans ship them more<3

Hope you enjoy my loves!

-Mads<3

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C H A N D L E R // 1 2 4 8

I nervously tugged at my top as I stood behind the stage with the rest of the cast. We were about to go on for a twd panel at ComicCon. I had done panels a million times before but this was the first time I was properly nervous.

The only reason I was so scared was because I noticed I had been getting more attention lately on social media, which worried me because I might be asked more questions than normal. My recent ‘fame’ It was due to the fact that I was beginning to get a bigger part in the show. I had been on The Walking Dead for years, playing Melissa Dixon, Daryl Dixon’s daughter. I had a decently important role, and I loved it.

Now, in season 6, I had lots more screentime due to the fact that I was becoming Carl’s love interest. Chandler was my best friend on set, so naturally, we were both super excited to have more time to work together. Well, I was probably more excited than him because let’s face it, Chandler’s pretty damn cute.

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Bail (pre-apocalypse!DarylxReader)

Hi guys! Since I’m so ridiculously obsessed with the idea of young Daryl before the apocalypse, I’ve made yet another pre-apocalypse!Daryl fic where he’s once again up to no good. I think I might make this into an AU series, but idk. Let me know what you guys think!

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, and Merle Dixon.

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR ALL TWD CHARACTERS!!

Summary:

When Merle takes Daryl out with the intention to cause trouble, the two get caught, but Merle gets away and Daryl gets thrown in a jail cell. Not wanting to get his brother in trouble, he takes the blame. He doesn’t want his father to bail him out as he knows that he isn’t getting home without a beating, so the only choice he has is to get his girlfriend Y/N to bail him out. Y/N is ridiculously angry, as this isn’t the first time that Merle has gotten Daryl into trouble and Daryl has just rolled over to protect him once again. 

Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence.

and also sorry Merle stans, but I made him kind of an asshole in this, but don’t worry, it’s all for the purpose of the plot and the Daryl feels

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*NOT MY GIF*

Originally posted by van-is-mine


“Who am I calling, son? Your parents?”

“No… no, God no.”

“You need to get someone to come and get you. You got a friend that drives? A girlfriend?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend drives. Fuck, I didn’t want her to find out.”

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What Dad Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Word Count: 3,154 (why can I not write short one-shots anymore? why am I incapable? help me)

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Could I request a smut where you’re Ricks Daughter and Daryl’s like really stressed so you give him a massage and one thing leads to another and you end up making out and trying to go further but get caught?

Warnings: Language, mentions of scars, fluff, smut, embarrassment 

*gif not mine*

Originally posted by theultimatewalker

You watch out the window of your house excitedly as you see the familiar white truck pull into the main gates of Alexandria, a weight lifted off your chest when you see that everyone arrived back home safely. Daryl, in particular.

Your dad Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Abraham had all gone out on a run a few days ago, promising that they’d be back within a day. They never returned that night, and you were scared out of your mind that something had happened to them. But seeing them now, all back and alive, you feel ten times better. Your dad is home. Daryl is home.

Yours and Daryl’s relationship is nothing less than complicated. Because you were only a teenager when you two had met, and also since you were Rick’s daughter, he tended to avoid you for the first few years of being around him. You two would only speak whenever it came down to who’s job was what during the run. But after the Governor blew up the prison, and you, Beth, and Daryl had escaped together, yours and his relationship changed immensely. Your friendship bloomed, and ever since then, you’ve managed to remain just as close friends.

Whether you feel more for them that just platonic feelings, though, is questionable. You’re not so sure yourself. On one hand, you two tend to do things that people in relationships would typically do. You would hold hands every once in a while, which was a thing that started back before Terminus, when you two were stuck together. It was a coping mechanism that helped the both of you tremendously- both of you felt like you had someone. Other things, such as the kissing on the cheek and the hugs only started once you had arrived in Alexandria. It took Daryl so long to get used to someone’s physical touch, that when you had started, he became standoffish and awkward. The more you two spent time together, though, the more comfortable he had become with you, and it puts you where you are today.

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Preference "When they finger you under the table during a group dinner" (NSFW)

(Sorry I only did the dudes…I didn’t want this to take too long to write…But i promise i’ll the the other way around for the girls soon :) but in the meanwhile 😏😏😏YAAAAAASS OUR FAVS!!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Negan-He’d start to finger you under the table as everyone would get quiet and be too busy focusing on eating. It wouldn’t matter to him as to what you were wearing, his fingers would find its way into your folds and he’d have his fun teasing you, making sure that you’d have to stifle your moans all while he just looks at you with a smirk. He’d get off hearing all the sounds coming from you and from looking at you struggle and grip onto the the table cloth, all while practically praying that someone catches you both. “Can’t take it anymore, Y/N? Want me to make you come? With everyone around the table? Come on, scream it and i’ll fucking make it happen…”

Daryl-He’d be shy about touching you in public but on an occasion he got jealous hearing you talk so much more to the others than to him, that he’d decide to remind you of you belonged to. He’d try his best to be subtle but his frustration would seem to show a little as his hand would quickly delve into your panties. Before you could ask him anything, he’d have you in pure pleasure and slowly he himself would forget about the others around as his eyes would be glued on you, only to whisper words to make you weak. “You’re mine, Y/N…Remember that…Ain’t no one can touch you like this but me…”

Rick-Seeing how you were dressed for the dinner, he’d be so turned on during it and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. While everyone talks and eats together, he’d try to keep your attention to him and suddenly he’d just slide his hand to your thigh to start pleasuring you. As his fingers would go in and out, he’d chuckle to look at you squirming. The urge for it to be even more interesting would come to him, so he’d ask you loudly if you were fine, only for everyone to stop and for him to smirk. “Y/N?! A-are you okay, honey? You look like you have something on your mind, care to share with us?”

Merle-He’d have the idea of fingering you under the dinner table whenever you would rather pay attention to someone else other than him. He’d distract you from your conversation as his fingers would start to pleasure you and give you no other choice but to stop talking for a little while. No matter how hard you’d concentrate on anything else, he’d eye from the corner with a smirk and go harder and harder to the point where others notice and ask you if you’re alright, only for him to answer them in your place. “Y/N? Of course she’s fine…She’s just talking to me like a good babygirl does…Am I right, Y/N?”

Glenn-He’d get the idea to pleasure you as you’d both flirt at the dinner table a little too much. As your little talk would get rather dirty, he’d get confident enough to just put his hand on your thigh and let you know of his idea, waiting until the give him a sign to let him. As you would, he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling and just spend his time giving you an unforgettable time. He’d tease you with his words and chuckle, only for you to try and stifle your moans. “I can’t believe you’re such a dirty little girl, Y/N…Oh my god…You’re so wet…Imagine if the others hear you…”

The Governor-As you both got ready for dinner he would’ve already have the urge to have you but you’d deny him to not be late and leave, making him decide to have his way with you. As you’d sit next to him, he’d glare at you and keep quiet whenever you would ask him something, only to suddenly feel his hand on your thigh, lifting your skirt away. Before you could say anything, his gaze and touch would keep you still and he’d have his fun with you just as he wanted earlier. “See Y/N…This is what you get for playing around with me earlier…Not as fun when you have to hold in your voice…”

Abraham-As you’d tease and flirt with him a little too much, distracting him from his conversation with the others, he’d smirk and start to casually finger you to put a stop to your whole act. He’d know the exact way to make you weak and try to be on your best behavior. He’d go as slowly as he can, circling you around to keep you on the edge, all while talking to the others, to distract them from you that is until you’d let your voice out a little. “Y/N…Cut it out sweetheart…I can hear you…and if I can hear you there’s a big chance they can too…”

Eugene-He’d only get the idea of doing it after you had suggested and hinted that you absolutely wanted him to do so a number of times. He’d be so nervous about it that he’d keep his eyes on everyone until he knows for sure no one is paying attention to neither of you. As his hand would travel on your thigh, you’d feel him shake and that’s when you’d grab his wrist to guide him to where you need him to pleasure you. Gradually, he’d get better, making you hold onto him to keep in your voice, all while he manages to keep a straight face.

Jesus-As you’d sit next to him, he’d notice how you seemed a little down during the dinner and he’d try to cheer you up as best as he can with his topics of conversations. As you’d still be relatively quiet, that’s when he’d decide to flirt and tease you by whispering in your ear about his plans for later and slide his hand up your thigh. Before you know it, you’d get turned on by his ideas and even more as his fingers skillfully enters you and circles you bringing you all the pleasures. “Don’t look so down, Y/N…I’m just trying to make you smile a little…Is it working? Or should i go harder?”

Dwight-Seeing how provocatively you’d dress up for the evening, he’d whisper in your ear an order to not wear any panties for the night before leaving to go join the others. As you’d sit close to him, he’d catch you off guard while in your conversation and slide his hand up your thigh as he gets closer to your ear, asking you if you did just as he asked. Feeling your wetness, he’d smirk and start to rub you just as you liked before skillfully entering his fingers in, making you try your best to not get caught. “Did you take it off, just as I asked you? Good…Let’s see how much you can take before you beg me to leave the place and finish you off…”

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Preference: They Get Jealous/Insecure

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of sex

Rick Grimes

“But Y/n, I didn’t do anything!” Sobbed Rick as he rested his head in your lap. “This man came, and he killed Abraham. He killed one of our own. And what did I do? Nothing.” It broke your heart to see Rick like this, the man who was always so strong broken in your lap.

“Rick, you couldn’t have done anything. It was smart to stay on the ground.”

“But Daryl, he got up. He punched that asshole straight in the jaw. You should want to be with somebody like Daryl, who stands up for himself.” Said Rick softly.

“Baby, but what he did had consequences. He may have stood, but he paid for it. Besides, I love you with all my heart Rick.”

“Really?”

“Yes Rick.”

“I love you too Y/n.”

Negan

Who were you just fucking talking to?” Asked Negan as you turned the corner out of the cafeteria. You jumped, not expecting him to be there.

“What?”

“In the lunchroom, who the fucking hell was that guy?” Asked Negan again, his jaw tense.

“Who, Conner? He was just asking if I could watch Lindsay tomorrow night. You know her, his baby daughter? She’s so cute-”

“You can’t watch her tomorrow.”

“But, I just told him that I c-”

“You are spending tomorrow night with me now!” Yelled Negan, cutting you off.

“What made you change your plans so suddenly? Besides, I already told him yes.” You asked in hopes of a real answer to explain his outburst.

“Because I don’t think you should be hanging around that guy. And fuck, he seemed to be very friendly with you.” Said Negan angrily. “I’ll just come watch Lindsay with you. I can be great with kids.” 

“If you want to.” You responded, then leaned in for a kiss. Halfway you stopped, coming to a realization. “Wait,” you said, backing away.

“Oh come on Babe, you can’t tease me like that.” Said Negan with his signature smirk.

“Were you jealous because I was talking to Conner?”

“No, I just- he- it looked like…” Said Negan, for once at a loss for words as he angrily huffed off, leaving you giggling in the hallway.

Daryl Dixon

“So you’re goin’ to that fancy welcome party tonight?” Asked Daryl, making sure through his tone that you knew how he felt about the party. He thought it was stupid.

“Yes Daryl. I want to make sure these people like us. I want to be able to stay here” Daryl scoffed at your words. “Oh come on, Daryl. I want to be able to sleep for once without the fear that I’ll wake up to the screams of my friends being eaten alive.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I bet you’ll see that Spencer kid there.”

“Yes, I probably will. He’s Deanna’s son and all.” You replied, not understanding why Daryl pointed that out.

“I bet he’ll look nice. All dressed up and shit. Probably put some damn cologne on too or somethin’ so he could impress ya.” Said Daryl shortly, looking away from you and refusing to meet your eyes.

“Daryl,” you said softly, “I know what this is about. I love you, not Spencer. He actually seemed like kind of an ass.” You walked over to Daryl and put your hand on his cheek. “Besides, I think you look just fine. Pretty sexy, might I add.”

“Well Y/n, you don’t look too bad yourself. Especially tonight.” Daryl said quietly, looking at the ground. “I may not be dressed up like ya, but could I maybe come with ya tonight?”

“Of course baby,” you said, giving him a peck on the lips before grabbing his hand and walking out the door.

Glenn Rhee

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer somebody a bit, you know, ‘manlier’?”Asked Glenn shyly as the two of you lay cuddled in your tent at night.

“Where is this coming from?” You ask, turning to look into his beautiful eyes.

“It’s just that, all I ever do is go on runs. I run from walkers rather than kill them when I can. Somebody like Daryl-”

“I’m just going to stop you right there.” You said with a soft sigh. “Glenn, I like you, not Daryl. Besides, those walkers were people once. I feel guilty every time I kill one. Besides, going on runs contributes to the group and keeps us alive just as much.” You smile, and Glenn returns it.

“You’re just glad I’ll go pick up condoms,” said Glenn with a smirk, back to his usual, happier, self. You blush darkly at his words.

“Oh shut up.”

Abraham Ford

“Come on Abraham. I know it isn’t your first choice, but it’s getting dark. We need to find somewhere to sleep, and I’m sure as hell not spending the night in this damned truck again.” You said, pointing to the library across the street from where your group had parked to discuss what to do.

“If I may cut in,” said Eugene, poking his head up from the backseat to the front. “I agree with Y/n. Although the food supply in there is likely either low or non-existent we should stay the night. It would be more comfortable than this car and I would love to be able to do some more research before we get to Washington D.C.”

“Oh Abe, I didn’t even think about that! I haven’t gotten to read anything other than a map or manual for so long. Please Abraham?” You pleaded, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Fine. But just for the night so Eugene can research and stop this thing.” Said Abraham, making you squeak with joy.

“Oh thank you Baby!” You said excitedly, giving Abraham a kiss on the lips before exiting the car.

~Later that night~

“Abraham?” You whispered as you turned the corner, looking for your boyfriend after browsing the shelves. What you saw surprised you. It was Abraham, sitting at a table surrounded by textbooks.

“Abe?” You said a little louder, softly walking up behind him. Startled by your voice, he spun around in his seat to face you.

“Well shit, Y/n. No need to creep around like that.”

“Sorry.” You muttered. “What are you doing?”

Abraham looked down and refused to meet your eyes, his cheeks tinted a faint red.

“I was trying to learn some of this dumb science shit, so that I could impress you. You and Eugene talk all the time about this crap so I thought that maybe you would like it if I knew something about it.” He said lowly, still looking at the ground rather than your face.

“Oh Abe, you know I love you the way you are. Knowing big, fancy, science words aren’t going to change that. There’s nothing to be jealous of.” You say, putting your hand on his strong back.

“Oh, don’t worry about me Y/n. I’m not jealous of Eugene..” He says defensively. “It’s just that-”

“Shh,” you say, cutting him off. You sat across his lap, straddling him. “You know, Eugene and Rosita are already asleep.” You said, trailing your fingers up his chest. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, grabbing your hips.

“Well then, let’s use that to our advantage.”

Carl Grimes

“You sure have been hanging out with Ron a lot more now, huh Y/n?” Asked Carl pointedly.

“What do you mean? Carl, I just want to make some friends here in Alexandria. I don’t want to be an outsider.” You reply, not understanding why he was upset.

“Well, I guess you’re right then. You can have the perfect life now; a nice house with a clean, innocent boyfriend. Go ahead and choose him instead, see if I care!” Said Carl, raising his voice with every word.

“Jesus fuck Carl you’re being unreasonable. I love you, you piece of shit. I shouldn’t have to prove it to you,” you reply sassily yet somehow still lovingly.

“I know, you’re right Y/n. You couldn’t leave me even if you tried anyway.” Carl said cockily.

“Grimes, I could never want to.”

King Ezekiel

Ezekiel looked over at you, smiling and laughing at something Jerry has said. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had feelings for you. Even before the world had gone to shit, he had thought of you as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, seeing you grow up after being childhood playmates.

“Jerry, Lady Y/n.” He said, approaching the two of you. Although when speaking to the people of the Kingdom he took his role as “King” completely serious, behind closed doors all words such as “lady” or “thou” or “shalt” had taken on an air of humor. You smiled as Ezekiel came closer.

“Good day, my splendid king,” you say sarcastically as you curtsied. For the first time, this failed to make Ezekiel smile and it worried you. Had you done something wrong?

“Jerry, Dianne was wanting to speak with you.” Said Ezekiel shortly. He was rarely this snappy, and it worried you. You would never say it out loud, but over the years Ezekiel has matured into a man that you deemed perfect. And who couldn’t fall for a perfect guy?

Jerry left, leaving you alone with Ezekiel. You shifted so that you were in front of him before placing a hand on his strong shoulder and looking into his beautiful eyes.

“Are you alright Ezekiel? You seem on edge.” You say, your breath catching as he looks down at you, his face so close to your own. It wasn’t a new occurrence by any means, but every time it sent shivers up your spine.

“Y/n, do you think that I am fun to be around?” Asked Ezekiel, catching you completely off guard.

“Ezekiel, you are the most fun guy I know. You’re funny, and smart, and somehow you have the charisma to keep the entire group safe.” You say as he searched your face for any signs of untruthfulness.

“Oh,” said Ezekiel as he immediately became less tense. “Well then, I am glad. I shall see you around then, Lady Y/n.”

“Of course, King Ezekiel.” And with a curtsy, you parted ways.

Paul Rovia/Jesus

“So, how was work today?” Asked Jesus, walking into the trailer you shared.

“Well, I had to work with Eduardo today. Except he has no idea how to properly plant tomatoes so I basically had to guide him the entire day.” You said annoyed. Jesus however skipped over your tone and went straight for the guy.

“Eduardo? So you guys were pretty close all day, out in the heat?” He said, failing to mask his displeasure.

“Paul, you know I love you. At least you know how to dig a hole to plant a seed.”

“I know. I’m sorry Y/n. It’s just that I had a rough run today. I met these guys; I have a feeling that our world is going to get a whole lot bigger.”

Dwight

You woke up in the middle of the night, Dwight holding you tightly from behind. Although normally you wouldn’t have minded, he was squeezing a bit too tight and it had become too uncomfortable. 

“Y/n,” you heard him say in his sleep.

Great, he’s having one of those dreams again. Just wake up, I’m right here asshole.” You thought.

Y/n,” he said again. You reached back to poke him and wake him up, but then you heard his voice again.

“Please don’t leave me.” He said. It broke your heart to hear him say that. To hear him think that you would ever want to leave him. “Negan, no. Y/n.” At this point you couldn’t take it and poked his shoulder trying to wake him up.

“Dwight,” you said softly as his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/n?” He replied sleepily. “What time is it?”

“What were you just dreaming about?”You asked him. It took him a second to remember, but as soon as he did the corners of his mouth turned towards the ground.

“Was I talking in my sleep again?”

“Yea, D. Did something happen to bring that up?” You asked. He sighed and paused as if debating whether or not to tell you, but he did.

“I saw Sherry yesterday.” He said softly. “I have you now, and you know that I wouldn’t trade that for the world. But it’s just that-” he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts. “I had trusted her. And the first chance she got to hop on Negan’s dick, she took. I trust you more than I thought I could ever trust a woman again, but seeing her just made me afraid that you would prefer Negan. He could give you everything you ever wanted. Nice clothes, nice food-” You cut him off.

“Dwight, baby, I understand why you would be upset and not want to trust me completely. But you should know that Negan could never give me everything I wanted, even if he tried. Because,” you say, looking into his eyes and placing your hand along the side of his face Negan had burned. “I want you.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. Even in his sleepy state he responded quickly, flipping so that you were underneath him as he kissed you passionately.

“Well how about you show me just how much you want me?”

Simon

“So, you’re hanging around with Jason now?” Asked your closest friend Simon as he sat down next to you during your shared lunch break,

“If you mean he’s following me around to ask me out even though I continuously tell him ‘no way in hell’, then sure. I guess by those standards we are ‘hanging out’, as you put it.” You said angrily.

“Oh, you told him no?” Said Simon confused, yet still regaining his normal, cocky attitude.

“Of course I did. He’s an ass, and he acts like he on top even though he got here maybe a month ago.”

“Well Y/n, we both know who’s on top.” Said Simon, motioning to himself with a wink and making you blush hard. Although Simon probably just saw it as light flirting, you had harbored feelings for this man since the moment you met him. You pretended to look at your watch before getting up.

“Well, look at that. I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.” You said quickly, walking away. He watched you leave, admittedly staring at your ass. Damn he loved you, and someday he was going to make sure you loved him back.

Merle Dixon

“So, now you’ve met my kid brother.” Said Merle, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Yes I did. He seems a lot like you.” You replied, leaning your head on Merle’s shoulder. He scoffed in return.

“Yea, he’s like me but younger with two hands.”

“Merle, shut the fuck up. You aren’t going to start this. I am so deeply, helplessly in love with you. Besides, you can do more to me with one hand than anyone else could have done with two.” Merle smirked at your words, regaining his attitude.

“You’re damn right sugar. Want me to show you again?”

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Hit or Miss - Daryl Dixon x Reader

Requested by anonymous: How about writing something where Daryl accidentally shoot y/n with an arrow, either trough her shoulder/rib cage, or something, and she is hurt badly and Daryl is freaking out and stays with her while people try to help, and have to hold her down while they pull out the arrow, and she is in and out of consciousness, and all this reviles that Daryl’s have deep feelings for her and stays with her until she makes it <3 awe yess

I hope you enjoy it, anon <3

((( This gif makes me feel things )))

Originally posted by kinneyandreedus

“We got one coming this way!” Glenn called out as he lowered his binoculars. 

“You got it, Daryl?”

“Always do.” He grunted and lifted his crossbow, aiming carefully. He smiled to himself as his target fell back. Bastard. He thought to himself.


You slowly trudged along with your slight limp and heavy bag. Every now and then a sharp pain would shoot up your leg from your ankle. A herd almost got to you and you ended up tripping as you hurried away. You should’ve told more people that you were making a supply run. You only mentioned it to Andrea since she was keeping watch at the time. Everyone else probably thought you were still asleep in your tent and would be worried if they found out you went out on your own.

No sense in making a big deal of it now, I’m almost there. You thought to yourself. 

You adjusted the straps of your full backpack and emerged from the treeline. You smiled at the glorious sight of camp, relieved that you had actually made it back.

All of a sudden, you heard a whirring sound and an excruciating pain in your shoulder. You screamed out in agony when you hit the ground. You lifted your head to see an arrow was settled right into your skin, causing the worst pain you had ever felt. 

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She Ain’t Yours

 Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Word Count: 2454

Warnings:  Smut, fluff

Notes: I got a little carried away with this lol, I just like the thought of possessive Daryl. I am tagging everyone who liked Baby Steps. If you want me to take you off the tags, let me know!! Hope you all like it xox


Originally posted by reedusnormanbr



Backing you against the bedroom door, Daryl smirked and began peppering your neck and jaw with light kisses, making you squirm in delight.

“What are you doing?!” You asked urgently, your hands wrapping around the biceps that were threatening to tear their way out of his shirt. “We could get caught.”

“Nah,” he breathed against your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Everyone’s waitin’ by the gate. Only person here’s Carol and she knows to stay away when it’s just us three.”

You bit your lip and grinned, wrapping your arms around the archer and giving in to him, his strong hands caressing your body through your clothes. The two of you had been secretly together for months, ever since reuniting after Terminus, and Carol was the only one who knew after catching the two of you in the act. Since being in Alexandria it had been difficult to find any time for each other so you were stealing as many precious moments alone as you could.

His lips left a trail of kisses over your cheek before finding your lips, his hand cupping your face as he pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his arousal through his jeans.

“Daryl… we can’t,” you whispered against his lips reluctantly, your body betraying your words as you pushed your hips forward and made him grunt.

“Waiting on you, Daryl,” Rick’s voice came from downstairs and made the two of you freeze.

“I’m coming,” he growled loudly, resting his forehead on yours.

“I wish…” you said quietly, making him smile.

He placed another, softer kiss on your lips before sighing and stepping back from you. “C'mon.”



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The Sheriffs Daughter- daryl x reader

(Request: Reader is ricks daughter she’s 21?? And some angst between Daryl and reader cause they’re both very much into each other yet Daryl gets so angry with her because they can’t be together because of rick???)

Note: I hope you enjoy this!!!!!

Warning: smut, mild angst, fluff!
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Daryl’s lips pressed against yours as he forced his tongue into your mouth. You were pinned against the wall, Daryl’s hands on either side of your head like a cage. Your hands explored his muscular arms, loving the feel of them being so close to you. As his lips started to move down onto your neck and collar bones, your body became more eager to feel his touch. But that didn’t happen. There was a knock at the front door and Daryl immediately stopped his movements and looked to the door. You ducked under his arm and went to answer it.

“Hey dad” you said, realising that it was Rick at the door.

“Hey (y/n), you alright”

“Yeah!” you said, stepping back so he could come in. Your eyes scanned the room for Daryl but he had hidden from your father.

“Are you okay?” you asked

“I am, I was just wondering if you’ve seen Daryl. I need to talk to him about the next run but I can’t find him anywhere”

“Well I don’t know where he could be, sorry” you said, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

“Alright. If you see him, let him know to come find me”

“I will”

Rick smiled at you and kissed your forehead before turning and leaving your house. “He’s gone” you said in a playful tone.

You saw Daryl pop up behind the island in the kitchen and you wrapped your arms around his neck when he got closer to you.

“So, where were we?” you grinned up at him but he had a serious expression on his face. He unwrapped your hands around his neck and angrily mumbled to himself before heading to the door. “Where are you going?” you asked, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.

“Gotta go find your dad” he replied, almost spitefully.

“You don’t have to go right now, we can finish what we started”

“Na (y/n), we can’t” he replied, anger starting to boil inside him.

“Why the hell not?” you asked, raising your voice.

“Because you’re only twenty fucking one and your Rick’s damn daughter! I can’t keep sneaking around like this or pretending like there’s nothing go on between us! I want someone I can be free with!”

“So you don’t wanna be with me? Is that what you’re trying to say?” you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep up a hard exterior but inside you were cracking.

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Well it sure as hell sounds like it!”

You both stayed silent for a moment and you looked down to the floor. “Just go” you finally said.

“(Y/n)-”

“No really, my dad’s looking for you. Go find him” you said as you turned and walked over to the sofa. Daryl hesitated for a moment before sighing and leaving to find your dad.
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It had been a couple of days since you and Daryl had spoken properly. You had both been so busy helping out the group and going on runs that you barely had time to talk about what happened. You saw him standing by his bike, ready to go out on a run. You quickly jogged over to him and caught his attention.

“Hey, how long do you have ‘till you leave?” you asked.

“When Olivia and Michonne get over here, they’re on their way” he nodded his head to Michonne and Olivia who were walking over.

“Do you think we can talk after? Just get rid of the elephant in the room?”

“Sure” was all he said as he revved the engine of his bike. You took a step back and watched him drive off, Michonne and Olivia in the car behind.
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It had been a couple of hours since they left. You kept yourself busy by helping Carol make dinner in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but notice the sun was setting and they still weren’t back. You looked worriedly outside and excused yourself from the room, letting Carol take over.

You stepped outside and saw your dad in the watch tower. He brought binoculars up to his eyes and you saw him scrunch up his face.

“What do you see?” you asked, your loud voice startling him.

He quickly ran to the ladder and started to climb down, shouting at you to open up the gates. You did as he said and ran over to the gates, your hands fumbling with the lock. You managed to get it open and you saw Michonne and Daryl sitting in the car with two flat tires and no Olivia. They drove in and you shut the gate, looking at your dad in confusion as he approached the car.

“What the hell happened? Where’s Olivia?” he asked as they stepped out of the car.

Daryl was covered in dirt and blood, you didn’t know whose it was but it shouldn’t have been there. You walked over to hear what had happened. From what they said, they were attacked by some people who all claimed to be ‘Negan’. A small fight broke out and Olivia was shot and Daryl’s bike and crossbow was taken. Rick ran a hand over his face and sighed.

“Did they see you come back here?” Rick asked.

“No, they left before we did”

Your dad nervously looked between the gate and the car, he was hoping that they wouldn’t have to deal with them again. “Get yourselves cleaned up, I’m glad you’re okay” Rick placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder before walking off with Michonne.

When your dad had walked out of ear shot you turned to face Daryl. “Are you okay?” you asked, wanting nothing more than to touch him and make sure he was safe.

“I’m pissed about my crossbow” he said, starting to walk off to get himself cleaned up.

“We can find another one” you replied

He scoffed and shook his head. “How many people you see out there with a damn crossbow? No one”

He angrily shoved the door open to his house and stepped inside, letting you follow him in before he shut the door.

“I’m gonna shower” he said, walking towards the stairs. As he disappeared you sighed to yourself and looked down to the floor. You knew why he was getting like this. It was because of your dad. If he found out about what you and Daryl had going on, then he wouldn’t approve and who knows what he’d do. You heard the shower running and an idea popped into your head. You knew that Daryl wasn’t one to talk bout his feelings, so you would get it out of him another way.

You made your way upstairs and walked into the bathroom, you kept your eyes on the outline of Daryl’s body hidden behind the steamy glass.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Daryl asked as he heard you shut the door. You said nothing as you quickly striped the clothes off your body, the thought of being in a closed space with a naked Daryl motivated your actions. You opened the shower door and stepped in, immediately feeling the warm water pierce your skin.

“You’re so angry all the time, you need to get all that frustration out of you” you said, looking into his eyes seductively as you ran your hands up his wet but toned chest, feeling every muscle there was.

“You’re not doing this for me, you just want me to fuck you until you lose control of your body” Daryl smirked down at you, catching along to your little plan. He swiftly grabbed your now wet hair and pulled at it, giving him access to your neck. He sucked on your pulse beneath your skin, making your eyes roll back into your head and your legs shake. You pulled him closer to you and you felt his boner press up against your thigh, you felt it throbbing against you and you felt heat rush between your legs.

“Fuck” you moaned as Daryl’s hands let go of your hair and squeezed your ass, his fingers digging in and leaving the right amount of pain and pleasure. You moved a hand between the two of you and you grabbed his boner. You started moving up and down at a slow pace, teasing Daryl as he started to snap his hips forward into your hand, wanting to feel more friction. The sounds of his grunts and your moans echoed throughout the bathroom, the sound of the shower not loud enough to drown it out. Daryl soon had enough of your torturous pace and he removed your hand from him, taking it and slamming it against the glass, doing the same with your other hand.

“Daryl” you moaned as his lips pressed against yours.

“Tell me what you want princess” he growled into your ear, wanting nothing more than to pound into you, but he needed to show you who was in charge.

You moaned at his nickname for you and you replied, practically begging him to fuck you. “I want you in me Daryl!”

Daryl moved both your wrists into his big hand and used his other to line up his cock with your entrance. He slid his tip up and down your already wet folds before plunging into you. You both let out deep sighs and Daryl brought his forehead to touch yours, loving the feel of your tight walls around him. He let go of your wrists, wanting them to freely roam his body as he started to thrust into you at a fast pace. Your body was bouncing from how hard Daryl was going, and every thrust sent a pump of adrenaline through your veins. You two hadn’t been able to go at it because you were always getting interrupted, but not this time. This time you were able to do what you had to do in peace.

As you began to feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you dug your nails into Daryl’s back, encouraging him to keep fucking you at a fast pace. “Shit! I’m close!” you cried out as Daryl lifted your leg up, he was able to thrust into you at a different angle, letting you feel all of him. Every hit was pushing against your soft spot, bringing on your release quicker than expected. You held onto Daryl’s shoulders as pleasure exploded throughout your whole body. What felt like bolts of electricity was running through your veins, your legs shook and you lost control of your body, leaving Daryl to hold you up as he continued to fuck you through his high. As your walls clenched around him you set him off. He pounded into you a couple more times as he shot his seed into you, giving himself and you the most amount of pleasure.

As you both climbed down from your highs, Daryl dropped your leg to the floor and you regained your balance. You pushed your head under the water and let it cool you off as Daryl turned it to a colder setting. “Fuck, we need to do that more often” He panted, making the both of you laugh.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around you, drying yourself off as you walked into the bedroom, soon followed by Daryl.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” you asked, rummaging through his shirts in the wardrobe.

“Sure. You staying the night?” he asked, hope lingering in his voice.

“Only if you want me too” you giggled, throwing one of his baggy shirts over your head. It sat perfectly below your mid-thighs.

“As long as you don’t gotta be nowhere tomorrow mornin’”

“Nope”

You made your way over to his bed and climbed under the covers, soon being joined by Daryl, his warm body touching yours as he wrapped his arms around you protectively. “G’night” he whispered as he kissed your cheek and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You kissed him back and placed your arms between you as you both cuddled into each other. You wished it could be like this all the time. You were tired of sneaking around and hiding things from your dad. But you had to do that, there was no other way around it. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your head as you closed your eyes and let sleep take you away.
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“Forget" Negan x Reader

Words: 3,788

Negan x Reader

Request: Can I make a Negan x reader request? So like where Negan is injured or something and the reader finds him unconscious on the side of the road and takes him to her house to patch him up. When he wakes up Negan has temporarily lost his memory so he stays at the reader’s place. Whilst she takes care of him she falls in love with him, but is terrified that he doesn’t feel the same and will just leave her when he gets his memory back. Thank you!!!

Warnings: Language. Blood. Mentions of death. Alcohol usage. Implied smut. Some inappropriate conversations/talk of sex. Fluff

Originally posted by fallenhuntersx


“Fuck!” You hear a voice yell from a distance. There are a few other male voices that follow, but they are incoherent.

You stop in your tracks, cocking your head in the direction of the yelling. Part of you begins to feel worried- the yelling was going to attract walkers, and the last thing you needed was to fight a herd of walkers alone. You’re out hunting a mile away from your house, and you don’t have enough bows with you to take on very many.

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Preference "How they react to you giving them pleasure under the table during a group dinner" (NSFW)

(Woooo more nasty preference! Yay our faves 😏😏😏lol Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Negan-Feeling your hand run up his thigh, he’d instantly smirk to himself and get turned on by the idea of you desiring him and taking control. He wouldn’t be able to resist to look at your hand skillfully undoing his belt and taking him out in your hand. He’d lick his lips to look at you stroke him so eagerly and take it all in as he’d only having the thought of taking you on right in the table, not even caring if the others know or not about you and him. “Oh honey…You’re doing this now…Fuck…You like that? Taking control when you know I can’t do anything else to you…”

Daryl-Feeling your leg propped against his all of a sudden and your hand travelling to undo his belt, he’d try to convince you otherwise with his eyes, knowing that he’ll have difficulty control himself as you’d have your fun. As you’d undo his belt and manage to start stroking him, he’d bite his tongue to keep his voice and just grunt in anger for letting himself be so vulnerable to you at such a moment. Each glance he’d throw back at you would only serve to warn you about what’s to come. “You’re gonna regret this, Y/N…Once everyone’s out…I’m gonna f-…”

Rick-Feeling your hand on his thigh, he’d look at you lovingly, hinting to you as to what you’ll both be doing later. However, as you’d surprise him by starting to undo his pants and stroke him, he’d be dumbfounded for a moment, his eyes wide and his words cut short. As everyone would notice, he’d quickly recover himself, only to glare back at you from head to toe and shake his head, actually smirking about the situation. “Y/N, you’re unbelievable…You nearly let everyone know about your dirty little secret…”

Merle-He’d grab your hand from under the table and make you feel his growing need for you with a grin, only for you to start rubbing him and eventually give him the needed relief. It would genuinely surprise him yet turn him on as well even more to feel you stroking him as Rick would talk to you about something, as he didn’t expect you to solve his problem right in the company of everyone around. With no shame, he’d even grip your wrist to keep guiding you. “That’s right, Y/N…I need you right there…Fuck…I’m gonna have so much fun after this punishing you for making me damn horny…”

Glenn-Feeling your hand on his thigh, he’d smile at you lovingly, only for his gaze to change as he’d be shocked to feel you undoing his pants. He’d look around to see if anyone had noticed, only to smirk at how bold you are as he puts his hand over yours to make you stop. As you’d overpower him, he’d end up having the most difficult time to maintain his calm, panting and groaning ever slightly from the feeling, only for others to ask him if he’s feeling well. “I-I’m fine! I-It’s just a little cramp guys, nothing serious…nothing to look here…just keep eating…”

The Governor-Feeling your hand brush against his crotch, he’d grow weary of you and glare at you. He’d hate the feeling of being teased and played with so much, that he’d beat you to the punch by begging you with a whisper to start stroking him right then and there, not caring if anyone will see. He’d end up smirking in satisfaction to feel your hand and would end up clenching his fist as he tries his best to keep the conversation with the others as casual as he can. “You better stop your little teasing, Y/N…And start using your hands properly…Deny me of it and we’ll have a serious talk later…”

Abraham-Feeling your hand on his thigh, he would make a loud playful comment about teasing him in public, making everyone laugh, only to stunned to feel you actually undoing his pants a few moments later. Suddenly, as you’d start to stroke him, he’d get quiet and wouldn’t be able to form a proper sentence as people would talk around the table. He’d get genuinely flustered by your action and for once feel completely vulnerable, only to yank you closer to him and whisper his warnings. “Goddamn it, Y/N…Are you serious? I-I was just joking earlier…Y-you didn’t have to take it that way…Just wait…”

Eugene-The instant, he feels your hand on his thigh he’d freeze and stare at you with a worried look, not knowing what he should be doing. As he’d look at your hand, he’d be fixated the whole time with each of your movements, from removing his belt to actually stroking him. He’d be so lost in his thoughts as to what was happening, he’d forget about his food and everyone else, only to get incredibly nervous and a stuttering mess as someone would ask if he was alright. “I-I’m okay! Fine! I’m fine that’s what i meant…What? I-I’m n-not v-very h-hungry…t-that’s all…”

Jesus-Feeling your hand on his thigh, he’d look at you with a smile and grab a hold of your hand for a moment, thinking you wanted to show your affection for him in a romantic way. As he’d let go and start to eat, he’d instantly drop his utensil and sit back up straight to feel your hand in his pants, stroking him. He’d look at you wide eyed and wouldn’t know what to say. As you’d keep up, he’d bite his tongue to keep quiet and simply look at you whimpering for his release.

Dwight-Feeling your hand rubbing his thigh up and down, he’d be impatient and give you a look that hints at what you should be truly doing to him. He’d want you badly and grab your hand to rub him even more, only to smirk seeing you take charge of him by eventually undoing his pants. As soon as you’d stroke him, he’d feel satisfied and would give you what you’d need to hear, him begging you, all while he manages to keep the others unsuspecting of you. “A little faster…and tighter, Y/N please…I need it…Yes…Like that…”

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I Love My Redneck

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SmutAF | 18+ Only Warning!

Request #1: I’m so happy that now we can make requests lmao. Would you do one with lap dance? Like … Daryl find some old CD of some band that YN likes (Led Zep for ex) and she do a lap dance on him and … you know how end up hehe ! Love your work, sincerely!

Request #2: One that YN get calling by one man that she finds in a run, he says something like “can’t believe you’re with a old redneck” and that’s hurt Daryl and then when you two got back, he gets quite and then you two make love, all kind and eye in the eye 😍

Summary: Early Season 4. Prison Era. Daryl and the Reader have been dating for a while, they go out on a run to scavenge for supplies and the Reader turns Daryl on. Smut ensues. Reader finds a radio with some tapes including Daryl’s favorite band, Led Zeppelin. Reader takes it intending to treat Daryl with a lap dance later. Later that night they are around the campfire at the prison when to younger men ask the Reader why she is with an old redneck. The reader responds and later finds out Daryl is upset by it. The reader comforts Daryl and treats him to a lap dance. They make love afterwards, salty and sweetly.

(A/N: This one was really fun to write, I hope you all enjoy it! A great way to send off the Daryl smut before Macmanus March.)

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You trip and scrape your knee as you run quickly through the forest and trip and fall onto the asphalt of the nearby town you were scavenging as a group.

“Gah!” You cry out in pain as you sit up and cradle the blood scraped knee, on the ground.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye you see Daryl rush over and sit beside you, not worried about anything else but you.

You smile softly over at him and roll your eyes, “I’m okay, baby. I am just a klutz, you say chuckling to yourself and reaching your hand out to him.

He smiles softly and nods his head, standing back up and taking both of your arms in his big strong hands and pulling you back to safety and back into his arms. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders and sway your body back and forth lovingly in front of him, smiling as his hands rest softly on the small of your back.

You hear a throat clear behind you and your eyes turn quickly to the source. Rick stands there trying to remain in serious mode, but grinning a little that he had to pull you two off of each other, yet again.

He nods to you and up to Daryl, who smirks uncontrollably at his friend, shrugging his shoulders at his fatherly stare. Rick chuckled and nodded his head to the ground, kicking the dirt with his boot a few times before turning an easy smile back towards you both.

You grin and square your shoulders, standing next to Daryl, pressing your shoulder to his, as you reach down and grab his hand.

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Here With You

SUMMARY : The reader finds the perfect gift for our favorite crossbow wielding survivor. 

WORD COUNT : 1,821

A/N : I know I have a lot of requests to work through but this quick little story popped into my mind and wouldn’t leave me alone. Hope you enjoy!

xx crossbowking

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

“Close your eyes!”

“Naw.”

“Come on, Daryl!”

“Why ya lookin’ a’ me like that?”

“Just close your eyes, damn it.”

“Stubborn ass woman ya are, ya know that?”

You rolled you eyes upwards, praying for patience as you kneeled next to Daryl on the bed, practically bouncing up and down. “Please, just close your eyes,” you sighed, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

The archer grunted, shaking his head a bit. But he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes as he watched you.

It was rare to see you this excited about anything — this happy. He didn’t want to close his eyes. He liked seeing you like this.

“Whatcha got back there?” he grumbled curiously, trying to peek around you and get a glimpse of what you held behind your back.

“You’ll never find out unless you close your eyes,” you mused, a cheeky grin spreading over your face.

Now it was Daryl’s turn to roll his eyes, but you knew he was intrigued. You’d gotten to know the archer very well over the past two years — you’d come to realize he wasn’t as difficult to read as he appeared to be.

Ever since you joined the group back at the prison, you had a special connection with Daryl.

Maybe it was because you both had it rough growing up or maybe it was because he was the one who saved you that night in the woods two years ago.

Either way, you’d had an undeniable bond from the moment you met him. You couldn’t remember when things started to change — when the feeling of friendship began to progress into a deeper kind of relationship.

You fought against the feelings, positive they were simply one sided. But you’d been more than happy to find out it was mutual.

Both you and Daryl struggled at first getting used to being in a romantic relationship — the last relationship you’d been in had ended a couple months before the world went to shit. And you were pretty sure Daryl had never been in a serious relationship.

But with time and a lot of work on both sides, you and Daryl found yourselves in a comfortable, loving relationship. 

The two of you had your ups and downs — Daryl struggled with communication and you had a tough time opening up — but you always found your way back to each other.

Finding Alexandria had been good for you two — had been good for the entire group.

The group had been searching for a safe haven for what felt like forever and finally, you’d found somewhere you could hopefully one day call home.

“If I close my eyes, will ya stop buggin’ me?” Daryl retorted, pulling himself up into a sitting position, yanking the covers up to his waist.

You hummed thoughtfully. “Probably not,” you replied sweetly.

“Smartass,” he rumbled, nudging you gently.

“Let’s go, Dixon. I don’t have all day,” you shot back, scooting closer to him on the bed, giving him an encouraging nod.

Daryl cleared his throat and sighed heavily, closing one eye, keeping the other trained on you. You glared at him until he scoffed and shut his other eye.

When you were sure he wasn’t peeking, you pulled the gift out from behind your back and plopped it onto his lap.

His eyes shot open and landed on the object, confusion spreading over his face. “The hell is this?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you folded you legs under you and sat down. “It’s a helmet! For your bike.”

Daryl wrinkled his nose, picking up the helmet and turning it in his hands. It was jet black, had a clear plate that covered the face, and was a little worse for wear — but most importantly, it was useable. “I ain’t wearin’ a damn helmet.”

“Do you know how dangerous motorcycles are? What if you crash? You need a helmet.”

“I ain’t gonna crash,” he rumbled in response, quirking a brow at you.

“Will you please just try it on?” you pleaded, feeling as though you were talking to a child.

Daryl’s face scrunched up, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t wanna mess up my hair,” he shot back, the corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement.

“You haven’t washed your hair in weeks, Daryl!” you pointed out incredulously, unable to keep your face serious as a laugh escaped your lips.

A rare smile spread across the archers face before he turned his gaze downwards, his long mop of hair effectively covering it.

You sighed, running a hand through your own hair as your laughter died down. “I just want you to be safe.”

Daryl glanced up at you, holding your gaze for a moment before nodding once. “Whatcha get me this for anyways?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe to make up for all your birthday’s I missed?” you offered with a small smile.

Daryl grunted softly, running his fingers gently over the top of the helmet. “I ain’t never got a birthday present ‘fore,” he said so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

You felt your heart break as you stared at the man sitting in front of you. Daryl was the best thing in your life and it killed you whenever you heard little details of his past like this.

You turned your head slightly, swallowing the lump that grew in your throat.

He deserved a better life than the one he was given — he deserved to be loved and cherished and cared for.

And it made a red hot anger snake its way through your veins when you realized that Daryl hadn’t been given any of that.

You felt eyes on you and glanced back at the archer, who was watching your expression with furrowed brows, his deep blue eyes boring into yours. You sighed softly. “Daryl…”

“It’s alright, Y/N,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “An’ thanks for this,” he added, patting the top of the helmet.

A sad smile came across your face and you laughed once, rolling your eyes a bit. “Okay, fine, you don’t have to wear it,” you finally relented, slinking off the bed and padding around to the other side so you were standing over Daryl. “But I think it’d look real good on you,” you added with a wink, before leaning down and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

When you pulled back, you saw red flush over the archers cheeks and felt a warmth spread throughout you.  “Is, uh, is Rick still wantin’ ta’ check out that market today?” Daryl spoke quickly, clearing his throat.

“I think so,” you nodded, gently smoothing back the hair that covered Daryl’s face. “He said to head over to the front gate. So I’ll meet you outside, okay?”

Daryl just nodded, never taking his eyes off you. You made the move to leave, but felt him grab your hand and pull you back. “Wha —”

Whatever you were about to say was cut off by Daryl pulling you to his chest and pressing his lips gently against yours, placing a hand around the side of your neck. 

Your stomach did a flip, as it always did when he touched you, and you smiled around the kiss.

He pulled away and you pouted your lips, making a noise in protest which elicited a small laugh from the archer — one that you wished you’d hear more often.

“I’ll meet ya outside,” he finally spoke as you straightened back up, a warmth in his eyes as he looked up at you.

“Such a tease, Daryl Dixon,” you sighed dramatically, amusement etching your features.

Daryl just scoffed, shaking his head, clearly pleased with himself as he watched you leave.

You jogged down the stairs of the house you and Daryl shared, feeling on cloud nine. Times like these were rare and fleeting in this new damned world and you wanted to hold onto these moments as long as possible.

Deciding to get your pack ready for the run into town, you headed to the back closet where you and Daryl kept most of your gear.

You slipped a backpack over a shoulder and began loading it with items you’d need for the day — ammo, two bottles of water, a couple protein bars. You slid your hunting knife into the sheath you kept strapped around your leg and tucked your gun into the holster around your waist.

You heard Daryl’s footsteps as he came down the stairs and watched his retreating form as he headed outside, crossbow slung across his back.

A smile spread across your lips and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this good — this happy.

You heard Daryl’s motorcycle roar to life and took that as your cue to leave. 

Zipping up your backpack, you shut the closet door and headed back to the front of the house. You slipped out the front door, slamming it shut behind you and jogged down the porch stairs to where Daryl had parked his bike.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the archer — there he was, straddling his motorcycle, wearing the helmet you’d just given him.

A huge grin plastered itself on your face as you took slow, measured steps towards Daryl. “I told you it’d look good,” you managed to squeak out, taken aback by just how handsome this man was.

Daryl rolled his eyes a bit, grunting once, but you could see he was pleased. You laughed aloud as you slipped on the bike behind him. He looked over his shoulder at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” you questioned, pushing the hair back from your face, feeling self-conscious.

Before you could say anything else, Daryl was slipping the helmet off his head and sliding it over yours. The helmet fit snug and you looked up at him in confusion.

“I jus’ want ya ta’ be safe,” he grumbled, recalling what you said earlier as he adjusted the helmet on you. “It looks better on ya anyways,” he finished, giving you a wink as he turned back around and revved the engine.

You felt your heart skip a beat, a bit taken back at the gesture but filled with an overwhelming amount of love for this man in front of you. 

The bike lurched forward and you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist, holding on tight as you road to the front gate to meet up with the rest of the group.

You pressed the side of your head against his back and took a deep breath, filling your lungs with crisp air.

This world you lived in was unpredictable — it was sorrowful and dangerous and downright scary. You never knew what was around the corner, never knew when you’d take your last breath.

But in this moment, holding onto the man you loved, feeling safe and protected in his presence, the world just didn’t seem so damned anymore.

Ready

Requested by @heartlesswitch with the prompt, “There are some things I need to say and you should hear me out.”

“I’ll go,” you spoke quietly from the back of the room. You walked up to the table and placed a finger on the tattered map, “I know the area. I’ll be in and out in no time, they won’t see me.”

“Are you sure?” Rick looked at you, searching for any hesitation. “You don’t have to do this, someone else can go.”

Your eyes scanned the faces around you, landing on the hard expression gracing Daryl’s face. He was biting down on his nail, eyes fixated on the map. He finally dragged his eyes up to you and shook his head, “She ain’t going.”

Everyone stood silently but your head snapped to Rick. “I know this place inside and out. I managed before I met you all, I can and will do this.”

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Daryl x Reader - My Minds Telling Me No, But My Body's Telling Me Yes

(Request: Hi! Could you write Daryl fic where the reader is young (19/20) and Ricks daughter. She is crazy about Daryl and shows him that often, but he keep declining her love (and his feelings) for age gap, Rick and bcs he thinks that she could find someone better. But one night she goes mad bcs hes stubborn and convince him how much she loves him. He respond positively and gets fluffy and love and maybe some love making (her first time))

Note: I really hope you guys enjoy this!! LOVE YOU ALL

Warning: losing virginity, smut, angst, fluff
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Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

It was a hot day in Alexandria. You wore a pair of shorts and a revealing top, mostly because it was hot but partly because you wanted to get Daryl’s attention. Daryl Dixon, he was a hard one to crack, but crack him you did. When you first laid eyes on him in Atlanta you knew he was trouble, but that’s what drew you to him, you were always a sucker for a bad boy. Over time you were able to break down his barriers, slowly but surely. You two had gotten close and you often expressed your feelings for him but he never did anything to show he felt the same. Well, he did when it was only you two. It was subtle things like teaching you how to hunt back on the farm, or showing you how to shoot a crossbow. But when you would hand him something and your hands brushed together you knew there was a connection there, he looked at you in a way that showed secret affection. You two could never truly get it on without your father having something to say about it.

Rick knew you took an interest in Daryl and he had spoken to you about it. As much as Rick loved Daryl, he was too much older than you and Rick encouraged you to talk to Heath or Spencer, someone closer to your age. You only smiled and nodded when he said that, you agreed with him there and then but in reality, it was going in one ear and out the other. Your eyes darted across the walls as you tried to look for Daryl’s figure. You spotted him near the gates cleaning his bike.

“Hey Dixon” you smirked, walking over to him and shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Hey” he said bluntly, trying to focus on his bike rather than your irresistible figure.

“Hot day, right? And you’re wearing a leather jacket, why don’t you take it off?” you asked, moving closer to him and wrapping your fingers on the collar of his jacket.

“C’mon (y/n)” he said, shrugging your hands off of him. “Don’t do this now”

“I’m not doing anything. I just thought you might be a little hot in this” you said, tugging at his jacket as you leaned closer to him. “That’s why I wore something that would keep me cool” you teasingly whispered in his ear.

“Daryl”

A voice made him jump and he stood up quickly as you saw your dad approaching. You took a step back, not wanting to get Daryl in trouble.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Rick asked, leaning his hands on his hips, clearly oblivious to what was going on before.

“Yeah. Just cleaning up the bike now” he replied.

Rick nodded his head and then looked at you. An awkward silence fell upon you three as Rick looked between you and Daryl, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together. “You spoken to Spencer (y/n)? I think he was looking for you”

Daryl lowered his head and dropped back down to cleaning his bike as you glared at Rick. “No I haven’t spoken to him and I have no intention to in the future” you spat back.

“Think about it” he said, taking one more look at Daryl before turning his back and walking away.

What’s happening tomorrow?” you asked, turning back to Daryl.

He stood up and swung the now dirty rag over his shoulder, completely ignoring your question as he walked past you.

“Hey! Wait up!” you ran forward to match his fast pace. “Are you going on a run?”

“Don’t worry about it” he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

You stopped in your tracks as you put two and two together. You had heard from Tara that the group were planning on attacking the saviors base, you just didn’t know when. Now you knew it was tomorrow.

“It’s dangerous” you said, catching up to him once again.

“It’ll be fine (y/n)”

“What if something happens? What if it goes wrong and you-”

“Just drop it alright! I don’t need ya to babysit me I’m a grown ass man, I can take care of myself!” Daryl cut you off, his voice raised as he turned to face you.

You looked down at the floor as his words cut through your skin. He was right, he could take care of himself and he didn’t need you around.

“Anyway, Ricks right” he said, dropping his eyes to the floor, his voice calmer.

“What do you mean he’s right?” you asked, looking up at him. You knew what he was talking about but you just wanted to hear him say it. You wanted him to give you a reason to get angry.

“You should talk to Spencer, he’s closer to your age-”

“I’m fed up with people treating me like a child! Daryl how long have we known each other and how long have I showed that I love you?” You stretched your arms out in question “Age is just a damn number to me and I don’t care about Spencer I care about you!”

Daryl went silent at your words and avoided eye contact. As much as you showed him you cared, it would always break your heart when he said nothing back.

“Are you gonna say something?” you asked, tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl looked back at you and went to reply when his attention turned elsewhere.

“(Y/n)!”

You saw Daryl’s face turn to a frown as you looked around to see spencer heading towards you. You rolled your eyes as you looked back at Daryl, hoping he would say something.

“I’ll come ‘round tonight, we’ll talk about it then” he said before walking off, making sure to bump into Spencer as he walked past.

“What’s up with him?” Spencer asked, a look of confusion planted on his face.

“Your ugly ass is here” you thought. “He’s just in a mood as always” you smiled at him.

“Whatever. How about you come around to my place tonight, I cook a mean meatloaf” he said smiling.

You internally groaned as you knew your dad had set this up. “Sorry not tonight Spencer, maybe another time”

“That’s cool? Tomorrow?”

You gagged at his persistence but covered it up with a smile. “Sure”

“Great! I’ll see you then” he smiled before walking off and you could see Rick standing on his front porch watching you. You rolled your eyes at him before turning and heading towards your house.
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You draped your leg over the arm of the sofa as you waited for Daryl. You stared into space, letting your mind go blank and actually relax for the first time in a few years. In fact, you were so relaxed that you didn’t even here Daryl come in to the house.

“Hey, the door was unlocked so I let myself in” he said almost shyly. He walked over to you when you didn’t respond and he shook your leg. “(Y/n)?”

Your eyes went back to normal and you stared up at Daryl who towered above you. “Hey! Sorry I was just taking a minute to myself” you laughed as you pulled your legs back to let him sit down.

“About earlier, I’m sorry for snapping at you” he started, clearing his voice before continuing. “I just don’t know what to do when I’m around you. My minds tellin’ me no but my body’s telling me yes” he laughed, thinking about the song which now played in his head.

You let out a giggle and placed a hand on his bicep, staring at it adoringly as you mindlessly traced patterns along it. Daryl leaned his head back on the sofa and watched your face as you begun to talk.

“You don’t need to apologise. I know you’re frustrated” Your eyes lingered down to his slowly growing bulge and then they came up to meet his. You saw an ever-growing hunger in his eyes as his pupils enlarged and in a second his lips were on yours. Your heart rate picked up as you knew where this was heading. His hands slid across your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs now on either side of him. You moaned lightly as his fingers dug into your hips, his own slowly being lifted to grind against your warmth. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his kisses started to trail down to your neck, making sure to suck and nip at your skin whenever he could. He had been waiting so long to feel you and now he wanted to enjoy every moment. His fingers went up to the hem of your shirt and he tugged it off you before swiftly undoing your bra. His mouth was on your boob in a second, his tongue circling your nipple and you softly pulled at his hair. His hand worked on your other and you were feeling a whole new kind of pleasure.

You felt his hips involuntarily buck against you, sending electrical waves through your body. You wanted him now but you were too nervous to tell him that you were actually a virgin. His hands and mouth released your boobs and his mouth found its way back to yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved to your shorts and he undid the button, taking it all off. He then moved to his own belt and jeans while you pulled his shirt off. Now both of you were practically naked, the only thing keeping him from thrusting into you was his boxers. You looked down at the outline of his cock through his boxers and you began to feel nervous. Everything was moving so fast and you had to tell him now, he needed to know so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you. But if you told him he might stop this all together. You were so indecisive but you made up your mind when he took your hand and placed it on his bulge, helping you to massage it through the fabric.

“Daryl-” you said, breaking away from the kiss. His mouth immediately moved to your shoulders as he lightly bit down. “Daryl” you repeated yourself, almost forgetting why you were calling him from the pleasure.

“Mhmm?” he growled, his voice tight from pleasure.

“I need to tell you something” you whispered, making Daryl look up at you with innocent eyes. “I’m a virgin” you said, not knowing whether to regret saying it or not.

“Sorry, I came on too strong-” he started, moving you off his lap and going to stand up.

“Wait!” you grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. “I want this” you pleaded, begging him to stay. “There’s no one I’d rather do this with than you Daryl” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

His kiss was stiff at first, but when he understood that this was what you really wanted he relaxed and his tongue danced around with yours. He placed an arm on your lower back and brought you lower down on the sofa, his body hovering over yours. Your kiss was passionate and heated, both of you needed the other and that couldn’t be clearer by the way you two were touching. The time had come as Daryl pulled off his boxers, the size of him intimidating you. You looked down at him with worried eyes but he kissed your forehead, reassuring you that it would be okay. You had heard from previous friends that the first time always hurts, and that’s what you were worried about.

Daryl slid his tip along your slits, making you forget about any disconcerting thoughts you had. He collected up your juices and he dropped onto his left elbow as he slowly pushed his tip in, pausing to let you adjust. Daryl squeezed his hand into a fist and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You felt so tight around him that it was taking all his willpower to not ram into you right now. You wrapped your arm around his neck and placed a hand on his arm. He saw you were okay and took this as a sign to continue. He pushed himself in as slowly as he could, letting out breaths that he was holding in every time the pleasure got too much. You shut your eyes as he stretched you out, making you feel more pain than pleasure. You tried not to let out any sounds, you didn’t want him to think he was hurting you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice deep from arousal but filled with concern. He was in all the way and he stayed still to let you fully adjust to his size.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little painful” you whispered, giving him a smile to show it wasn’t all that bad.

“I’m sorry” he said, feeling bad for putting you through this pain.

“It’s not your fault your such a big boy” you teased, smirking up at him.

“Don’t talk dirty to me now princess, I might not be able to hold back” he smiled down at you and you giggled at his little nickname for you. Your faces turned serious again as Daryl started to move out of you, it was still a little painful but you had to go through it. The first couple of movements burned you, but after a while you had adjusted to his size and the pain began to diminish.

You let out a low moan when Daryl accidentally bucked his hips into you, barely able to contain himself. “Shit, sorry” he said, his hand caressing your face.

“Don’t be, it felt good” you said, arching your back a little as Daryl snapped into you again.

After a while he started to understand how you liked it and he knew what spot was your favourite. He lifted up one of your legs and you groaned at the different angle, allowing you to feel him fully. You felt a new sensation as he began to rock into you harder, his hip bones hitting against you in just the right way. You were both enjoying yourselves now, if Daryl’s lips weren’t on yours then they were on your neck, making harsh grunting noises as he slammed into you.

You never thought sex would feel this good, but with every thrust Daryl was pushing in an immense amount of pleasure. An unfamiliar feeling grew in your stomach, it was a mixture of heat and electrical shocks building up inside of you and shooting through your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and Daryl could feel your walls tighten around him. Your eyes hazed over and you swore you saw angels above you. You grabbed onto Daryl’s shoulders and dug your nails into them as you moaned out in pleasure, setting Daryl off. He quickly pulled out of you and jerked himself off until he leaned forward and cummed on your stomach. Your breathing was heavy as you looked down at him spilling himself onto you, making the experience more pleasurable.

Daryl collapsed onto the floor and he brought his hand to his head, trying to cool himself down. That was the best sex he’d had in ages. You leaned up on your elbows and grabbed your vest, using it to wipe off his mess from you.

“Sorry about that” he said, pointing at the vest you had thrown onto the floor.

You both came down from your highs and Daryl sat up, starting to change. “You’re leaving?” you asked, sad the exchange was over.

“I can’t risk being caught sneaking out of here in the morning” he said, sad he had to leave. He brought over a cover that sat on the arm chair and he spread it out across your body, covering you up and tucking you in. “You might be a lil’ sore tomorrow” he said, warning you about the after pain.

“It’ll be worth it” you smiled.

He kissed your lips before heading to the door and leaving the house. You wanted to relive what just happened but your mind and body craved sleep. As much as sex was great, it was tiring. You closed your eyes and thought of Daryl before falling asleep until tomorrow.
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“Push” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,011

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request from Anon: Is it possible that you can write a daryl x reader one where the reader is Maggie and beth’s sister and she tries to get Daryl to open up to her? And daryl just keeps pushing her away bc he has feelings for her

Setting: The prison

Warnings: Fluff, occasional swear word

A/N: Super excited for the new episode tonight!


Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

There’s just something about Daryl that intrigues you. The way he presents himself. He’s a quiet man- doesn’t talk much. He stays out of everyone’s way and does his own thing. That just makes you want to know him more. Ever since he and his group showed up at your farm a while ago, you can’t deny to yourself your feelings for him anymore. He was a handsome, strong man. He has a hard exterior but you saw a different side of him after Sophia’s death. He was caring.

The only person he ever really speaks to is Carol or Rick. Sure, he’ll “talk” to other people, but that’s different. You want to be able to talk to him like he talks to Carol, you want it to be deep. You want to get to know him for his true self, not the shut off redneck he makes himself appear to be. If you’re in the same area, you’ll try and start conversation, only getting a mere grunt in response. If it’s a good day and he’s in a chatty mood, he’ll give you a short response. But those days only happen on a rare occasion.

“Mind handing me that gun? I see something.” You say to Daryl as you two patrol the outside of the prison. Rick had put both of you on duty today. Usually it would be Glenn and Daryl, or even Rick himself, but Glenn was out doing a run and Rick was having some… issues dealing with Lori’s death. He was coming to terms with it, he had finally come back from disappearing for a few days, but you could tell he was struggling. So he assigned you to patrol with Daryl today, as you were the only other person available who was as good of a shot as him. Truth is, you were pretty excited to spend time with him.

Daryl handed you the gun, not saying anything as he raised his crossbow. You look into the scope, seeing a walker on the outskirts of the prison. Nothing to worry about- they couldn’t get in.

“False alarm.” You lowered the gun. Daryl grunts and sets his bow onto his back again, walking in front of me.

“What are you thinking about?” You attempt to make conversation, hoping that this day wouldn’t be spent in boring silence.

“None of ‘ya business, that’s what.” He responds. Despite his rude response, you smile- it’s a good day.

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you talkin’ to me, Y/N? You’re always with your sisters, you’ve never even tried to talk to me until a few weeks ago.” He asks.

“Why not talk to you?” You shrug, walking faster to catch up to him.

“People like ya don’t talk to people like me.”

“Well what am I doing, then?” You smile up at him. You could’ve sworn you saw the faintest hint of a smile, but if you did, it was gone quickly.

“I’m gonna go take watch on the tower. You got it down here?” His good mood seemed gone. His face seemed strained, like he was rushed to get away from me.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumble. Daryl doesn’t say anything as he walks away, leaving you to be alone.

-

Ever since that day, it seems as if Daryl is avoiding you. If he’d walk into a cell and you were in there, he’d turn on his heels and walk away. If he saw you in the halls, he’d walk past you quickly or just find another way to get wherever he was going.

You’d had the end of it. It had been about a month of this, this torture of not knowing what you did to make him hate you.

“I need to talk to you.” You hiss, walking into his cell. He was laying on the bed, seemingly about to go to sleep. He jumped up quickly, his face changing into an emotion you can’t read when he spots you standing at the foot of his bed.

“What do ya want? I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

“I need to talk to you.” You repeat yourself.

“Then talk.”

“Could we possibly go anywhere else?” You look around. Everyone else was still up, walking around and talking to each other. He looks at you, and you think that he’s going to protest, but to your surprise he gets out of his bed. You try to not stare, noticing that he’s in his boxers, but you admittedly let your eyes wander a tiny bit. He quickly puts on his jeans, and you blush thinking that he knew you were admiring him.

You lead him out of the cell block, and into the empty one next to it.

“Why do you hate me, Daryl?” You sigh. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. We finally had a conversation, a good one, at least for you. And ever since then you’ve been ignoring me. I’ve been trying so hard to get to know you, Daryl. There’s not many options of friends here. And all you know how to do is push people away.” You rant. “So, tell me, what did I do? Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate ya.”

“Well you certainly act like it.” You spit. “You walk the other way when you see me coming. That doesn’t scream ‘friendly’ to me.”

“Ya can’t stand there and tell me how I feel! Ya don’t know me, Y/N!”

“You’re right. I don’t know you.” You say with a bit of an attitude. Daryl looks at you, a look of hurt on his face. He shakes his head and stomps out, leaving you to be in there by yourself.

In retrospect, maybe taking him this far to talk wasn’t a great idea. You didn’t exactly know your way around the prison as well as he or Rick did, so trying to find your way back was hard, especially in the night time.

“What the hell happened? You and Daryl just disappeared and then he came back pissed as hell a few minutes ago.” Maggie ran over to you once you finally found your way back.

“I don’t know what happened.” You say truthfully. “He’s confusing.”

“You gotta give him more time. Carol’s made it seem like he’s had a pretty rough past.”

“Yeah.” I walk into my cell. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”

-

“Y/N?” A voice whispers to you next to your bed as you sleep. You jump out of bed and grab the person by the neck, an instinct you’ve gained since the apocalypse began.

“Shit, Y/N, it’s just me.”

Daryl.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, letting go of him and sitting back on your bed. It was sometime in the middle of the night, judging by how dark it still was.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, whispering.

“I, uh,” He pauses. “Nothin’. It was stupid.” He begins to walk out, but you grab him by his hand to keep him from moving.

“What’s going on?” You frown, pulling him down to sit next to you on the bed. He hesitates, but gives in and takes a seat.

“I just… I don’ know.” He sighs.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.” You pull him in for a hug, but he goes stiff. You pull away quickly, forgetting that he was iffy about human contact.

“Well, you are welcome to stay in here if you want.” You offer, not thinking that he would accept given the response he just had to your hug. Much to your surprise, he lays down on the other side of the bed. You get underneath the covers, facing your head away from his feet, and drift back to sleep.

At some point in the night, one of you two must have moved around enough to get yourselves in the position that you woke up in.

You were nuzzled up in his chest, with his arm wrapped around you and his leg twisted around yours. You were both covered up in the blankets, so to anyone who walked by, it would certainly look like you two just had a wild night.

You tried to unwrap his arm from around you, but were unsuccessful. He was too damn muscular. You took this chance to admire how attractive he actually was. Normally, you’d see him with a permanent scowl on his face, but now? Now he just looked so innocent.

Your thoughts were distracted by someone coughing at your cell door. You jumped away from Daryl, causing him to wake up as well. His eyes widened when he saw how he was holding you, and he got up quickly.

“Uhh, Daryl, we have to go on a run.” Glenn said awkwardly before walking away.

“I’m sorry for comin’ in here last night.” Daryl mumbled as he got off the bed. “This won’t happen again, was a mistake.”

“Oh.”

And just like that, he was gone again.

-

You have had enough. The avoiding, the “pushing away”, it only got worse since that night in your cell.

“I’m sick and tired of this, Beth. I’m not doing anything wrong.” You scoffed, rocking baby Judith in your arms as she was drinking a bottle.

“I don’t think you’re the problem. I think he’s just dealing with some inner conflicting emotions.”

“Like what?”

“I was with Carol the other day, taking care of Judith while you were off doing god knows what,” Beth started. “I was talkin’ to her about the problems you were having with him. She thinks it’s because he’s in love with you. He hasn’t ever said it out loud, not even to Carol, but she knows him better than anyone else.”

“In love with me?” You raise your eyebrows. “Me? He doesn’t even talk to me.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just the messenger.”

-

Your conversation with Beth stayed in your head all day. If what she was saying was true, Daryl has a real funny way of showing love to someone. Although, considering he had a bad childhood, maybe he just doesn’t know how to show it.

Only one way to find out.

You walk up to the watch tower, knowing that it was Daryl’s night watch time. You open the door to the top to see Daryl sitting there, eyes focused on the land surrounding the prison.

“You shouldn’t be up here.” He grunts.

“I want to be up here.”

“Why?” He finally looks at you.

“You’re confusing me. I hear that you’re in love with me, but then you treat me like-“

“What?” His face freezes. “Who told you?”

“So it’s true?” Your heart flutters.

“Doesn’ matter.” He turns away from you. “Please leave.”

“Tell me.” You walk in front of him, forcing him to face you.

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter, ok? I’m nothin’. I’m no one. You could never-“

You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. You don’t force more than just a peck, but your insides about melt at the feelings of his lips against yours.

“I love you, too, Dixon.”

Daryl smiled the biggest he’d smiled in a long time at hearing that sentence.

“I’m sorry I was pushin’ you away. I thought I could get rid of my feelings for ya. Thought there was no way you would ever even look at me, been thinkin’ that since the farm, you know. And then you started talking to me, and it freaked me out. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You kissed him again, this time letting it be more than just a peck.

Preference "How they react when you accidentally call them "Daddy" in bed" (NSFW)

(YASSSS XD Finally it’s here! YAY for our fave male characters being all confident about being called “Daddy” and being nastyyyy. I tried my best to make them all different :3 PS. I added Carl and Ron’s as I figured some of you might have them as your faves so hope it’s okay but theirs are shorter cause I felt a little awkward…Gifs not mine/Found them on google/Credit to the original owners.)

Negan-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d get an adrenaline rush and just go even faster and harder. He’d chuckle hearing you moan even louder and realizing you just said it accidentally made him feel somewhat even more powerful and would definitely play into it with you. He’d then make sure you’d always call him that way whenever you were together. “Daddy? Is that what I am to you, Y/N? Damn fucking shit I am! Say it again! Daddy wants to hear you say it even louder! So everyone knows who I am!”

Daryl-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be stunned and would first think you were trying to say his name. However, with sounds of your moans and the tone you used, he’d soon understand it was out of pure pleasure and seeing your slightly guilty expression after realizing what you just said, just made him want to play into it. “You meant to say Daryl, earlier didn’t you…but it came out as Daddy…Good, because it’s too late to go back now Y/N…”

Rick-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d act all smug and wouldn’t stop teasing you about it. He had never expected for you to say it so suddenly but the instant he heard it, he decided to play along with you. He didn’t even let you time to explain to him it was an accident and just went on at you like he was used to being called like that by you. “Y/N, Daddy didn’t knew you had such a dirty mind…Why didn’t you say so earlier on! Why did you keep Daddy away from your kinky side like this?”

Merle-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d smirk and chuckle, feeling immensely satisfied he would just start to go at you even harder. For the longest time, he had been trying to find ways to get you to say it and doing all kinds of things and now that he finally made you do it while you were a moaning mess and without even asking it of you, only made him even more satisfied. “Yes! Fuck, Y/N! That’s how it should’ve been from the start! Say it again! Say Daddy again! Let Daddy hear you say it loud and clear!”

Glenn-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d get a little shy and start to chuckle. He knew it was an accident but he wouldn’t ever have expected to make you feel so good that you let that word slip, that it made him smile and laugh. Seeing you all guilty, he’d then start to tease you even more about it and wouldn’t want you to forget what you just said. “Y/N, you called me Daddy…yes you did! Was it that good, that you just had to call me like that? Don’t deny it…Daddy doesn’t like it when you do that…”

Carl-The first time he heard you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be startled and wouldn’t be too sure of what you meant. He wouldn’t hesitate to ask you what did you mean by that and once he understands, he’d start to laugh and tease you about it. “What? Daddy? Are you serious! Y/N, i’m not that old to be called that! But you just said!”

The Governor-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d stop for a moment, just so he could cup your face and get a good look at you. He’d actually like hearing the word coming out of your mouth and realizing it was an accident only turned him on even more so he’d just want to hear you say it again to his face,as you were all flushed and out of breath. “What did you call me Y/N…I didn’t hear you properly…Say it again…Look at Daddy in the eyes and say it again!”

Abraham-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d chuckle knowing it would make you self conscious and just start to tease you about it. Realizing that you said it accidentally, made him understand he was doing you right and it made him feel all proud about himself and at the same time he just had to make you realize that you couldn’t take back the words you were saying. “Damn Y/N! You like that so much…You started to call me Daddy! Yeah you did! Don’t even deny it…you said it! With no holding back on it too!”

Eugene-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be stunned and just start to question you. He’d never expect for you to think of him that way and just got curious about what he did to make you just say that word. He couldn’t deny it turned him on hearing you say it while you were all out of breath but he just had to try and understand what had happened. “Y/N? What do you mean by that? Like Daddy…in the sexual way?…of course that way…I don’t know why i would think of the other…”

Ron-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d stop everything and just would stare at you, not understanding your meaning. He’d think you weren’t thinking about him and blurted someone else’s name or something. You’d then explain yourself and he’d just start to chuckle. “Oh I thought you were thinking about someone else…okay as long as it’s me I don’t mind…Yeah I can go with that…Daddy…”

Jesus-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be surprised but slowly he’d feel flattered by it. He hadn’t expected for you to just call him that way in the heat of the moment, that when he heard it, he kinda stopped for a moment to look at you all flushed. He’d then realized what you meant and just couldn’t stop smiling and feeling all proud about himself. “Y/N…did you just called me Daddy? Wow…me…Thanks! I never would’ve thought of myself that way…But since you said it so eagerly I guess I deserve it…”

Dwight-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d feel all confident about himself and get even rougher with you. He hadn’t ever thought of being called like that but hearing you moan out of pleasure and practically just screaming it, turned him on even more. It made him want to hear you say it over and over again and much more eagerly that he’d start to do whatever he knew you liked and wanted from him. “You called me Daddy didn’t you, Y/N?Well Daddy didn’t hear you right…I want to hear you say it again! So be a good girl and let Daddy hear you!”

Morgan-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be slightly weird out by it but he’d learn to appreciate it. It was just really unexpected for him to hear you refer to him like that, that he’d just stop for a moment to look at you to make sure you were fine. As you’d explain to him it was an accident and something common in some relationships, he’d start to chuckle. “Y/N, are you okay? Wh-why did you call me Daddy? Really…People do that…I see, alright…Daddy I am then…”

Shane-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be pleasantly surprised but would act all like he didn’t understand your meaning. He’d realized he was doing you so good that you let the word slip out and feeling so confident about himself, he’d just want to make you admit every fantasies you wanted him to do to you that he’d start to tease you relentlessly until you were practically begging him. “Oh i’m Daddy now…Y/N what did you call me? I don’t think I heard it right…Daddy? Is that what you said…Yeah you did, you said it proudly too…”

Milton-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d get all flustered but at the same time couldn’t deny that he liked it. Hearing you just moaning it out of pleasure, made him realized he was doing a good job and he’d feel more confident. However, he’d still get shy and would stop just to ask you about it, making sure he heard you right. “Y/N, did you just called me Daddy? Oh, I never thought you had a dirty mind like that…Not that I know of people saying it to be dirty or anything…”

Aaron-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be slightly surprised but he just couldn’t stop smiling. He wasn’t ever expecting for you to just say it, that the moment he heard you, he’d stop for a fraction of a second and slowly he’d smirked looking at you. He’d then make you realize your accident and wouldn’t want to stop you from calling him that way. “Y/N, you called me Daddy! You just called me Daddy…You don’t need to apologize for that…I like it…”

Gabriel-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be all shocked for a second and wouldn’t know how to handle it. He’d stop for a moment and would nervously ask you about what you meant. As you’d explain to him, he’d then understand you really just said it in the heat of the moment but then would feel so confident about himself he’d actually grow to like it. “Daddy? Y/N…Wh-what do you mean by that…Oh…there’s a sexual meaning to it…I see…Well if it’s you…Then I don’t mind being your Daddy…Daddy Gabriel…”

The Wolf-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d agree with you and make you understand that you should’ve been calling him that way since you were both together. As he heard you, he’d smile and chuckle looking at you so eager and just do you the way he knew it made you ramble on about him. “Yeah, that’s right! I’m the only one you should be calling Daddy from now on! So say it again! Proudly, so everyone know who you belong to…”

Noah-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d be genuinely surprised and just wonder what made you say it in the first place. He’d know it was an accident but just would’ve never thought to be able to make you feel so good you’d let it slip that way. “Woah…Y/N, you just called me Daddy…Am I…Am I that good? Awesome…If it makes you happy I don’t mind…”

Simon-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d get all riled up and would slap your ass in the heat of the moment. He’d understand it was a slip up but hearing you saying it as you were moaning and in such a sweet tone, he’d get kinda drunk off of it and go all crazy over you and would try to get you to say it again as well as making you beg him while calling him that way. “Fuck! Y/N! You know how to get to me don’t you! Yeah you do, you called me Daddy! I like that…So don’t be shy…let me… No let Daddy hear it again!”

Ezekiel-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d feel satisfied and realized he got even more turned on by you. He’d understand that you said it accidentally but hearing you moaning it out loud and seeing how flustered you got after, just made him want to do you even more. He’d want to do anything he knew you liked just to hear you again and to tease you even more about it. “My dear Y/N…I didn’t knew you had such a dirty mind…Calling me Daddy so eagerly like this…and begging me…Say it again and i’ll do as you wish…”

Benjamin-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d stop and would just start to chuckle. It surprised him to hear you moan it so loudly and he just didn’t understood what you meant by “Daddy”. He’d ask you about it and as you’d explain, he couldn’t stop laughing and would jokingly tease you about it. “That’s what Daddy means! Wow! Unbelievable…Y/N, I never thought you had such a dirty mind…or thought you’d ever see me that way…”

Caesar-The first time he’d hear you calling him “Daddy” in bed, he’d smirk and chuckle to hear you and go even harder at you. He wouldn’t care if you said it accidentally and pulling you by your hair, he would then make sure you’d understand that from now on he’s your “Daddy” and that it was too late to go back on your words. “What did you call me, Y/N? Daddy was it? That’s right…I’m your Daddy…and no one else can have you like this…So say it again!”

With You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1313

Summary: Daryl comes home to find you asleep on the couch. He thinks about his future–his future, with you. 

Notes: this takes place around the time Daryl gets the job from Aaron! i didn’t really edit this, but i just found it and thought that it was worth to post. i think we could all use some fluffy Daryl, especially after last week’s episode. enjoy. 

*credit to owner of the gif below*

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