Can You Keep A Secret?: Pt. 25

Summary:  When Daryl Dixon stumbles across a group of survivors, he’s taken aback to find that amongst their numbers is none other than the girl who got under his skin a long time ago.  But she knows too much, secrets from his past that could drive his brother away, and so he hides her existence from his own camp, entering into a dangerous charade that could ultimately cost him everything.  

Pairing:  Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings:  Language

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‘Y’ain’t gonna die,’ Daryl bit out, though he sounded a hell of a lot more sure than he felt.  He knew he needed to do something, anything, but the only solution he had was only going to cause Merle more pain.  Still, as his brother’s desperate eyes found his, he knew he had no choice.  If he didn’t try and Merle turned, he knew he’d never forgive himself.  ‘Over here.’

He led Merle a short distance to the foot of a large tree, the trunk broad, the roots snaking up from the ground in large gnarled knots.  Settling him down against the rough bark, he reached into his back pocket for the dirty rag that was stuffed there and passed it over, watching as Merle’s brow creased in confusion.  ‘Wha’s this for?’

‘Bite down on,’ Daryl confirmed, nodding at him to shove the wadded fabric into his mouth.  ‘Can’ have ya yellin’ ‘n’ screamin’.  Gonna bring that whole herd back down on our asses.’

‘What are ya gon’ do?’  The archer didn’t think he’d ever seen fear like that in his brother’s eyes before and it stuck in his throat, making it hard to swallow.  

‘What’s gotta be done,’ was all he said, reaching for the knife at his hip before  another thought struck him.  ‘Ya got booze?’

With the rag tucked between his teeth Merle couldn’t answer, but he tipped his head towards his pack and Daryl rolled his eyes, never failing to be amazed by the older man’s ability to maintain a steady supply of drugs and liquor, even as the world fell apart.  Rifling through the bag, he came across a half-filled hip flask, unscrewing the lid and taking a sniff.  

‘Vodka, man?  Since when d’ya drink this shit?’

Merle shrugged as if to say beggars couldn’t be choosers and Daryl resealed the container, setting it down on the ground and going for his knife once more.  Nausea rose in his throat at the thought of what he was about to do, but he choked it down, steadying himself as he met Merle’s gaze once again.  

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The Road Ahead : Chapter 8

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Summary : (Set in the beginning of season 1) Anna Brooks lost everything after the world ended — the last remaining part of herself being her older brother, who she lost contact with after communications dropped. While en route towards Atlanta to find him, Anna’s truck breaks down, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel new world. Now, Anna must face her fears head on as she struggles to deal with devastating loss, constant danger, and finding her way in a land that now belongs to the dead. But sometimes, a glimmer of hope can be found disguised as a short-tempered, hard-headed redneck who may just save her life in more ways than one.

Pairings : Daryl x Original Female Character

Warnings : Slow-Burn, Language/Violence/typical Walking Dead themes

Author’s Note : I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who comments on these chapters! I love interacting with you babes and it makes me so incredibly happy to hear your thoughts and feelings about each chapter! It makes this whole thing totally worth it. If you’ve been hesitant to reach out,  don’t be shy! We’re all family here! (Obviously, thank you to EVERYONE who reads, even if you’re just one of my ghost readers - I appreciate ALL OF YOU.)

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Previously…

Anna’s stomach dropped as she spun around, simultaneously raising her gun, coming face to face with…a crossbow. Chest heaving, her eyes landed on the person holding the weapon and her stomach dropped.

It was the man from the road — the man who saved her life.

Except for this time, he wasn’t looking at her with guarded eyes, curiously inquiring about her life, offering her shelter and safety.

This time, his expression was cold and calculating, unflinching as his finger twitched towards the trigger.

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Now…

Time seemed to stand still as Anna stood toe to toe with the archer, each training their weapons on the other, both refusing to back down.

“Daryl, enough!” she heard Rick call from behind her, but the archer simply narrowed his eyes.

Anna couldn’t comprehend the character shift she was witnessing from the man in front of her. Just two days ago, he was willing to go up against his own brother for her sake. He’d saved her life, fixed her truck and on top of all that, offered her a place in his group. What the hell could’ve happened since then to manifest this hostility?

She’d clearly been wrong about the archer — she’d believed he was a decent man, most likely one of the only ones left on Earth. But she was wrong. He was just like everyone else — dangerous, cruel and out for themselves.

Whatever was going on with him, Anna wasn’t going to play into it. She huffed a breath when Daryl still refused to stand down, slowly lowering her weapon, standing with her arms out at her sides. “Go ahead,” she challenged. “Finish what your brother couldn’t,” she leveled coldly, watching a flash of something flicker through Daryl’s eyes.

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I Can Treat You Better | (Part 2)

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW

Summary: Another request, hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader’s boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set in Alexandria. Smut AF.

Warnings: Smutty, Smutness

Word Count: 8,963

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Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had gone up, you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead walking, The Monroe’s quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the arrival of Rick’s group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.

You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs, especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach, you knew something was wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to smile at you.

You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him with sad eyes.

“They’ll be back before you know it.” He said reassuringly. “Rick will make sure of that.” He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home down the road.

You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even when he was with you, he wasn’t really with you. You stare off into space analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but lately, he didn’t even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.

Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you. He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he faces toward the town, his back against the gate.

“Don’t worry I’m sure your boyfriend will be just fine.” He said lowly and slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.

What the hell was his problem? You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.

You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and continue to try and reach his speed.

“What the hell was that about, Daryl?” You ask a little angrily and follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.

He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke’s house, to the last house on the right, that was Daryl’s. You stomp up the porch behind him, grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and glares into your eyes.

“What do ya want Y/N?” He shouted.

You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever said more than two words to you before this.

“I want to know what the hell you meant back there?” You demanded and he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-” He shouts in your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.

Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“What?” You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch, gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand side of his.

“I’ve fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren’t that stupid! You fucking know too. Don’t tell me you don’t.” He shouts out again.

You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.

“I gotta- I gotta go.” You say softly and turn to run down his stairs, you hear Daryl call your name, but you don’t want him to see you cry, you didn’t want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

You’ve been doing a lot of rick and younger reader fics but could you do a younger reader and Daryl fic? Like she’s 18-20 and has either been with the group since the start or could be Ron’s sister in Alexandra (whatever one is easier for you to write) and some nice dirty smut happens? Thanks and love your blog!

Here you go anon, Daryl smut as requested! Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Words: 2,098

Warnings: SMUT, spanking, swearing, unprotected sex

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Daryl Dixon x Reader

All Mine

Well, This Is Awkward

Take Me With You

The Quarry Part 1

The Quarry Part 2

The Quarry Part 3

The Quarry Part 4

Let Me Sign

Jealous

Decisions Decisions Part 1

Decisions Decisions Part 2

Hold My Hand

Who Would Have Thought Part 1

Who Would Have Thought Part 2

Hilltop 

Christmas Special Part 1 

Christmas Special Part 2

Better This Way Part 1

Better This Way Part 2

Better This Way Part 3

Negan x Reader

Thanks For That

Misc

Melody 


IT’S FINALLY HERE!!

(Request: Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)

Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!

warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut!
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Originally posted by thewalkinggifs

You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.

“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the step below him.

He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”

“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied, taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.

“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly for bringing it up.

You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.

“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.

You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot going on right now” You tried to justify your words.

“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been going on for years!” he raised his voice.

“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he interrupted you.

“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”

He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse. You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that he wanted to be left alone.
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You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.

“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands on it.

He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.

“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he made no move to try and wipe them away.

“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m sorry” he finished.

He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and moved his hands to his side.

You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he always had.

“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him some clean clothes.
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You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed, and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.

You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.

“What?” he asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you.
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You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.

“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was something wrong?

“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff from sleeping.

“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you okay?”

“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”

“What time is it?”

Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch. “It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back down onto the bed slowly.

“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can talk to me and trust me” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once again.
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The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming your body.

“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck, making you feel weak.

“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit, making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you, keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.

“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.

“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with you.

“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling him.  He sighed as he got it all out, and it felt like a weight off his shoulders.
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Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex

(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).

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Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.

Daryl had recently confessed to you that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.

Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.

You smiled playfully in response and squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs dangled on the edge.

You smile and kneel down in between his legs as you graze your hands up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created. You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep control.

“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.

You smirk and lick your lips as you stare into his eyes, “I can’t believe that nobody has ever treated you before, baby… Gorgeous man like you?” You smile and push up his tank top, plunging your lips down onto his lower stomach, making love to it with your tongue.

You felt his hand urgently come down and grab your hair, pushing your head further into his skin. You smile and bite his skin a little as you trail your tongue around his navel, feeling him buck into you.

“Damn, Y/N!” He groans loudly in surprised pleasure, loving every second of your tongue on him.

You smile again as you feel him bucking against your face, you leave one more harsh kiss under his belly button before detaching pushing your body back up over him on the old tattered bed, climbing back to your feet.

You smiled and moved your hand down to his cock and rubbed it roughly, licking your lips, as you stared at him, telling him what you wanted with only a look.

“Shit, Y/N! I don’t know if I can handle it!” Daryl whined as your fingers came swiftly up to his metal button, you pop it open and quickly unzip his jeans, staring down at your target with intent.

You lick you lips and smile, “Don’t worry baby, tonight? This is all about me pleasuring you… You can pay me back later.”

You look down and watch your hands run over to either side of his writhing hips and begin to pull his jeans down. He half whines and half groans as he lifts his hips and his gorgeous ass up into the air, allowing you to pull them off him swiftly. You slam them to the floor, never giving them a second thought.

You turn your attention back to your target and gasp in surprise as you see his fully erect cock staring at you, he was as big as you had ever seen!

You look up quickly into Daryl’s eyes which as darting back and forth nervously as you take him in. You smile sweetly at his nervousness and lean up and over his cock, letting it drag across your clothed stomach, as you moved your hands quickly to the hem of his shirt and began to pull it over his body. You stare seriously into his eyes as he lifts his body up and allows you to pull the fabric off him, he stares back into yours, with more and more need.

He growled when you straddled him, on his stomach, just above his groaning cock. You feel it pressing behind you on your ass and your back and lean into it moaning slightly, as you stared it down, wondering how good it would feel inside you. You snap your eyes and thoughts back forward and notice Daryl staring at your reaction to his cock, with amusement. He strummed his lip with his index finger, loving the feeling of your ass riding him. He stared boldly into your eyes this time, when you locked yours with his.

You grin fully at him, happy he was lowering his walls to you, you wiggle around on top of his stomach uncomfortably, as you feel yourself getting turned on just by his gaze on you and his body under yours.

You spring your body forward and place your hands on either side of his face, his eyes look up at you wildly and then down to your lips which are suddenly in close proximity to his.

You smile, loving his reaction, feeling his breath hitch with your lips so close he could almost taste them.

You stare down lovingly into his eyes for a minute, “I’ve wanted this for so long…” You say softly, staring down into his eyes, he looks back up at you with the sweetest smile at your words.

You close your eyes and smile back, leaning your lips into his, tasting them for the first time. You moan in happiness the minute your lips hit his soft surface, you held them onto his a moment before letting go and repeating, this time slowly plunging your tongue into his mouth. You stare down at him and watch his eyes close and him growl into your mouth, as you began to swirl around his tongue, lovingly.

You leaned your chest onto his as you sank your body and kiss further into him, putting all your pressure on his body, as you made love to his tongue.

Daryl groaned sweetly as he began to kiss you back, with equal fervor, getting used to how you liked it, his hands came up and softly began to rub up and down your back as you lay on top of him.

You smile and sigh at the feel of his hands, which boldly begin to venture underneath your shirt, to your bare back.

“Daryl…” You moan his name softly as you move your lips and your swirling tongue appreciatively down his chin, neck, and to the side of his neck, where you suck on his sweet spot just below his ear, too harshly at first, forgetting your restraint.

“Fuck! Y/N!” Daryl cried out suddenly and his arms came around your back and pulling your body to deeply into his, as his hard cock behind you thrust up further onto your ass, as his hips jolted forward.

“Mmm…” You moan at the pleasure at the pressure between you two created together and bite his skin before forcing your lips off him.

“You feel so good, baby… I want you so bad…” You lick up his ear and he whimpers for you and looks over at you with pure need.

You smile seeing how close he is already, you nod to him and lick up and down his earlobe one more time, before staring into his eyes and reaching behind you. You slowly drudge your hand up and down his cock, into the top of your clothed ass.

“Y/N…” He pleaded, his jaw tightening even more at your touch on his cock.

You smirk and remove your hand, you bring both hands up to the center of his chest as you re-position yourself over him. You watch your palms slowly rub him up and down, you wiggle again on top of him, so happy to graze his bare skin, after all this time.

You slowly lean back down and place small gentle kisses all over his chest, kissing more intently as you returned to his collarbone, you suck and swirl harshly here, which earns you one of Daryl’s bold hands which, find its way to your ass and grips it harshly.

“That’s right, baby… Take control of me… I want you too…” You groan at his touch, commending him for his bravery and moving your lips to his sternum, you suck on it intently and look up at Daryl as your tongue slowly begins to move its way south, he is biting his lip and his breath is heavy as he watches you with pure need, groaning at your tongue and your encouraging words, trying to hold himself together.

You make love to him with your tongue, down his stomach, landing once again under his navel, this time you quickly lifted your body and your leg off him and kneeled down on the floor at the bottom of the bed. You couldn’t help but massage your breasts outside your tank top a minute as you watched Daryl willfully scoot down, so that his legs were dangling in just the right position, he propped himself up by his elbows and stared down at you, licking his lips. He had a harder expression than before, when he saw you touching yourself; you do it a minute longer, just for him, smirking at him as you do.

“Y/N…” He said breathlessly watching you for a minute, his eyes softening in awe at you and this whole situation.

You nod up to him, still smiling with purpose, “I’m going to treat you so right tonight, Daryl… You just sit back, I’ll take care of you.”

You stare at him commandingly for a minute before turning your attention back to his big cock, you rub your thighs together already so turned on again by it, you lick your lips and moan a little to yourself as you push your hands up his thighs and rub them up and down.

Daryl whines and groans as he watches you swoop your mouth around his cock, trying to decide the best angle to start from, his teeth clenched as he restrained himself from shouting at you to just shove him in already! His hips rocked with anticipation and with every lick of your lips he felt himself just getting harder and harder.

You notice his restraint and his anxious hips, you look up at him, seeing him panting doing everything he can to keep control.

“Try all you want, baby. Tonight? Ain’t no use trying to control it, I’m gonna make you come undone, so good…” You stare him down and then look back down at his cock and slowly shoving him inside your mouth, pushing your hands into his inner thighs for leverage.

“Oh shit!!” Daryl cried out in confused pleasure as your hot, wet mouth took him in.

You moan in pleasure at his reaction and force him further down into you, he tasted like heaven. You close your eyes and begin to bob your mouth slowly up and down his cock, swirling at his tip whenever you let him out of you that far.

Daryl looked down at you with daggers as you worked on his cock, his breathing heavy, but his eyes so fucking turned on by your actions.

You stare back at him and moan lovingly onto his cock, causing him to buck up into you, you groan but adjust, allowing him to push further back. You close your eyes and concentrate, trying to avoid gagging yourself.

Suddenly, you feel Daryl’s left-hand come down and roughly massage your hair for a minute, before using it to snap your eyes and attention back to his.

You groan happily onto his cock inside your mouth, as you stare up at him and notice the dominant look in his eyes. He starts to push and pull your mouth up and down his cock slow and hard, staring you down as he uses you hair to guide your mouth over his dick, just the way he wanted it.

“Oh yeah, baby” You cry out onto his cock, so fucking turned on by him taking control of you.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, Y/N?” He growled feeling himself starting to feel more confident as he bobbed your sweet mouth onto him.

You nod rapidly and moan in approval, running your one hand down your breast, in between your legs where, you rub yourself deeply, trying to find relief, he was turning you on so bad.

He yanked you off his cock and your raw lips and wild eyes searched for his frantically, at the sudden shock. You found them above you, as he panted, sweat starting to form on his gorgeous naked body. He started down at you harshly and a little confused as he breathed heavily for a moment before speaking.

You smile and nuzzle your head back into the hand that grips your hair, letting him know you were waiting for his direction. He growled and pulled at your hair again, staring into you so deeply. He stared down at your clothed body underneath his groaning cock and looked back up into your eyes.

“I want to fuck you, Y/N…Fuck…” He started out boldly, and whimpered when you licked your lips and moved your hand back down to your special spot.

You close your eyes and moan to yourself as you touch yourself, feeling his eyes on you, and loving his words of want. You snap your eyes back to his and remove your hand from yourself, slowly running both your hands back up his thighs. You leave them on his lower stomach, just above his cock a moment, as you stared into him. He stares wildly at you, waiting for your response, as if your answer would ever be anything than, how do you want me?

You grin to yourself and stand up over him, he scoots up to the headboard sitting against it and staring down at you intently, he moves his hands behind his head, so that he can restrain himself from touching his aching cock.

You stare his naked body up and down lustfully and slowly bring your hands up to the hem of your simple black t-shirt, you teasingly pull it up and off your body, setting your naked breasts and stomach free. You bite your lip as you watch his cock twitch at the sight, you stare up into his needy eyes and move your hands down to the buttons of your jeans, you slowly pop it open and unzip.

You see Daryl grabbing roughly at his hair as he stared down at you as you shimmied out of your jeans, you follow his gaze and notice that he is staring at your soft pink panties, which are completely soaked through already, you were so wet for him.

You flit your eyes back up to his and smile innocently as you move your hand down your bare stomach to your clothed pussy, you shove your palm under the fabric easily and begin to rub yourself up and down, deep and slow. You moan to yourself and close your eyes, forgetting for a minute that you had an audience.

“Damn it, Y/N!” Daryl groaned and got up quickly off the bed and strode over to you, he pulled your hand out of your panties and grabbed your body by your shoulders. You giggle a little as you let him pull you back over to the bed, he stands in front of you and pushes you quickly back onto the squeaky mattress.

You bounce up and down happily as gravity and the springs of the bed give you a taste of what’s to come. Daryl stared down at your panties as you lifted and propped your legs to the sides, arching your hips up toward him.

“So, damn sexy…” He groaned as if to himself as he quickly grabbed his cock and began to rub the tip up and down your folds, outside the soaked fabric.

“Oh, Daryl…” You groan in frustration for the first time since your encounter had started, it was his turn to tease you.

“That’s right, baby girl… I know how bad you want it.” He teased you rubbing his tip harder into you, as much as he could with the fabric in the way.

“Take them off!” You cry out loudly as you rock your hips up, trying to find some kind of release.

Daryl smiles happily and quickly moves his hands to the sides of your panties and rips them off, holding your legs in the air long enough to strip you. He slams your legs back down, he looks at your position on the bed, and then looks behind you.

“Scoot up.” He says lowly, wanting to fuck you against the headboard.

You smile and quickly scoot your body up until your back slams into the wooden surface behind you. He quickly follows you, crawling up the bed toward his prize, just seconds behind you. The minute your back hits the wooden headboard, he is in between you, shoving his knees underneath your hips and ass, his forehead bore yours into the headboard behind you and he stared into your soul, as you felt his cock throbbing up your left inner thigh.

Your breath turns heavy as you stare into his eyes, wishing his lips and his hands were all over you, he stared you down as if waiting to see which one of you would win this battle of wills.

You groan feeling his cock on your leg and your body starts to rock up into his, “Daryl… Make love to me, please…” You say breathlessly as you move your right hand to his face and pull his lips back to yours.

He moaned in delight as he sunk his lips into your kiss, pushing his tongue dominantly around yours, showing it who was boss.

“Yes…” You sigh into his mouth, loving his new confidence, you loved how he took control of you.

He pushes both of his big hands around your face as he passionately makes love to your tongue for what seemed like blissfully hours.

As his kiss deepened and picked up in urgency, you moved your hands down his back, around to his sides, and down to his cock. You begin to rub him into your thigh, needing to feel him so bad just a little further south.

“Damn, girl!” Daryl broke his kiss abruptly and stared down at your hands on his cock, he stared back up into your eyes, which told him how much you needed him.

He nodded in agreement and pushed his body back slightly, he readjusted his knees underneath your ass and used his hands to loosely wrap your legs around his waist.

He looked up at you and saw your hazy blissful smile as you stared at him, waiting for him to enter you and give you what you so desperately wanted, him. He smiled softly for a moment before looking down, licking his lips, and guiding his cock inside you.

“Oh, Y/N! So, fucking, ready!” He exclaimed when he felt how wet you were for him. He hadn’t been with many women but he was a big guy and he had never felt so good entering one before, so wet and tight and inviting.

“Yes! Oh yes!” You cry out loudly as he fills you to the brim with his huge cock, you groan and moan, starting to ride him already at the beautiful feel of him inside you.

You bounce up and down and writhe your hips onto his, already hearing the bed springs loudly give your need away, he was so big and he felt so good inside you.

“Damn girl! Fuck my cock with that beautiful body!” Daryl said loudly, as he moved his hands to your hips and began to fuck into you harshly, seeing that you loved it.

Your head slammed into the headboard behind you as you feel his hips start to venture further up and begin to slam you into the wooden surface behind you. Daryl moved his hands under your ass and pulled you up with him as he now kneeled, fucking you into the headboard in mid- air, holding you up only by his big cock and his strong hands underneath you.

He grabs your legs and more securely wraps them around him, tightening your pussy’s grip. You cry out his name, and Daryl hits into you and smacks you ass, in appreciation.

“Oh fuck, Y/N… I’m gonna fuck you so hard…” He said staring into your panting face as he starts slamming into you and you into the headboard slow and deep.

You feel him hitting your clit so good as he hits into you rubbing you up and down, hitting your sweet spot and applying double the pressure, you cry out into the side of his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as he would go. Your chin bumps up and down on his shoulder as he fucks you into the wall.

“Oh, baby! Don’t stop!” You moan to him as his hips slam that beautiful cock into you over and over, hitting your sweet spot every time. You bounce up faster and with more need, feeling yourself so close, Daryl notices and grabs your arms slightly pulling them off him, so that your body falls back in front of him, rubbing up and down the headboard.

You stare at him your breathing getting heavier as you get closer to your high, he hits into you purposefully and stares into your eyes, “I wanna watch you cum for me, Y/N.” He panted and hit slowly into you, shaking as he tried to control himself.

You nod rapidly and begin to bounce up and down onto his cock slowly and deeply, whining. Whenever he roughly hit up into you, you ground down onto him and he slammed you and your pussy back into the headboard. He slammed his core onto yours and dug you into the wood behind you, intent on giving you what you needed.

“Oh shit, yeah!!” You cry out in pleasurable surprise at the amount of pressure he applied.

He grabbed your hair and pulled it back exposing your face fully to him and he repeated his motion and slammed into you as hard as he could and pinned you to the headboard, rubbing your pussy deeply and slowly up and down.

“You like that, Y/N?” Daryl teased and repeated himself at a painstaking pace.

“Oh fuck, baby.. yeah…” You groan, suddenly feeling a low burning pressure you had forgotten had felt so good. In fact, this may be something you’d have to raise the bar on, he was so fucking good!

You groan in frustration as he rubs you up and down slowly again, and doesn’t hit into you. You wiggle your hips and try and get him to hit into you, feeling the need to lose your control immediately.

Daryl’s hands come down to the sides of your ass and he smacks it with both hands, before gripping it and harshly slamming into you, still putting all the right pressure on you as he begins to fuck you without abandon.

“Yes!” You commend him as if he could read your mind, he starts hitting into you rough and short, fucking you and pinning you into the headboard every so often, loving the reaction it got him, which was your undivided unbridled scream.

“Oh yeah Y/N!… You scream for me…” He stared down at your interlocked bodies and his tongue jut out of his mouth as he concentrated on fucking you as hard as he could.

All you could hear where the sound of your loving moans and grunts, alongside the noisy springs, and the slamming of wood onto the concrete wall behind you.

Your eyes roll back as your hips find a rhythm on top of his cock that leads you to a whole new heaven, you stare at him in disbelief of the pleasure you are feeling and begin to ride him with your own rhythm. You roll and slam your pussy onto his cock, he pins you into the headboard, and you quickly slam up and down on his cock, feeling the tight space between your clit and his core close in all the right ways.

You bring your hands back down to his shoulders and push and pull on them as you find your way to heaven. Daryl grunts and groans, staring into your eyes as you begin to lose yourself, he clenches his teeth trying to hold off until he sees those pretty eyes close and those lips cry out to him.

Daryl slammed his mouth back onto yours and fucked into you even harder, if that was possible. He bit your tongue as he slammed his cock inside of you and slammed you harshly into the surface behind you, so fucking hard.

You grip your nails down onto Daryl’s shoulder and writhe your hips up faster, suddenly feeling your high coming like a freight train. Daryl detached his lips and leaned back, pumping into you as fast as he could. You stared back at him in love at that moment and bounced up and down onto him as he fucked you in all the right ways.

“Right there! Harder!” You ground down in the same motion a few more times and Daryl obliged slamming you harshly back into the headboard one more time, pinning you and rubbing slowly up and down as you cum so loudly for him.

“Oh fuck, yeah! Fuck me so hard!”

He slams his lips back to yours to help engulf the sound, he growled at how fucking good you came for him, he hit into your still pulsating pussy at a record speed, his tongue stopping inside your mouth as he stared down at your body fucking his. He moaned and groaned, pulling your ass and your pussy onto his cock harshly and quickly.

You smile and bounce up and down happily, helping him hit his high. He looks up at you smiling and grinding down onto him lovingly and he growls lowly, swooping over to bite the side of your neck before licking up your ear.

“So, fucking good at riding my cock…” He says so turned on, in between heavy grunts.

You smile and pull his lips further into your neck as you happily ride him, “Cum inside me, baby…” You moan out encouragingly to him and tighten your pussy as you ride him roughly.

“Fuck!” He groaned and slapped your ass before gripping it and grinding you quickly back into the headboard.

He drilled his head and yours into the headboard as he stared into your eyes, breathing heavy, as he slammed into you so deep and so quick.

“Oh yeah! Go wild!” You cry out and wrap your legs closer around him, loving him fucking you so deep.

He smacks your ass again and continues to go wild in you, you stare into his eyes and bounce your body up and down as hard and fast as you can, giving him the show and feel he needed. He stared down at your body as you fucked his cock, bouncing faster and harder, clenching around him until he felt himself hit into you harshly and explode inside you, while pinning you against the wall.

“Oh fuck!! Y/N! Yes!!” He screams loudly as he cums so hard inside you, slamming his hips into you and holding you there as his head shoots back and his eyes close, as he hits his high.

You smile and lovingly ride him, slower this time, bringing your hands to the sides of his face. He opens his eyes at your touch and you look over at him and down at his lips before leaning up and taking them into yours. You kiss him slowly and passionately, thanking him for the best thing you had ever experienced.

You detach your lips and drill your sweaty forehead into his, him still propping you up, “That was amazing, Daryl.” You say breathlessly and stare at him in wonder, as your body heaves on top of him.

He smiles shyly back and nudges his nose to yours, teasing his lips at yours, looking back up into your eyes, “You’re amazing, Y/N.” He says softly taking your naked body in his arms once more before plunging his tongue back into your mouth, making sweet, sweet love to it like only he could.

You sigh and smile as you swirl around his tongue happily and melt into his arms, the only place you ever wanted to be from now on.

He made sweet love to you all night that night, and every night after.

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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

Enjoy!

*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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Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Imagines/Oneshots

  • Note: All * are NSFW

Mine *

Spencer flirting with you inspires an interesting turn of events.

Birth

a child is born (tw: death).

Stay *

Daryl hasn’t adjusted to Alexandria, one night that changes.

Comfort *

the aftermath of the confrontation with Dwight in 7x16.

Headcanons

Daryl Smut *

It’s About Time

Daryl Dixon x Reader | 18+ Only | Smut Warning | NSFW 

Part 2-1 | Part 2-2

Request:  Can you write something with Daryl? The reader is Rick’s younger sister, they met each other while she thought Rick had died in the hospital. Shane keeps trying to make moves on her of course she rejects him every time. Daryl sees Shane trying to hit on her when they’re all at the CDC and Daryl gets pissed, he kicks Shane out of the room. Then smut happens, making sure she knows she belongs to Daryl.

Summary: The reader is Rick’s younger sister and is saved by Shane after the outbreak. The reader and Shane shared a night together after the world ended. But, the reader isn’t in love with Shane. The reader and Daryl both have had a thang for each other since Daryl arrived to the group. Shane gets jealous of the reader paying attention to Daryl. Daryl protects her from Shane and the end up spending the night together. The next day the group travels to the CDC, where Rick talks to her about her choice in men. The reader sticks up for Daryl and they publicly make it known they are together. Shane just drunk and jealous at dinner and ends up trying to get back with the reader, only to be too harsh with her. Daryl walks in and punches him out, declaring she is his and he isn’t allowed to touch her. He brings her back to their room and lovey dovey end game smut happens.

A/N: Whew! This one got long, but I hope everyone enjoys it! I love Alpha Male Daryl (hot). 

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“Alright let’s pack everything we need, leave what we don’t. We’re going to be on foot once we hit the city and we need to be prepared. Take all the weapons we can. Packs of food and water. That’s it. Alright everyone, get some sleep. Tomorrow we head to the CDC and hopefully find a way out of this mess.”

You watched your big brother Rick take command and control over the rag tag group who had been through so much. You locked eyes with Laurie and turned away, it was hard to look at her after what she had been through with Amy. She hadn’t been herself since. Your eyes looked to the spot where her little sister had recently been bitten.

You look back at your brother and smile an uneasy smile. The moment you saw him come back with the others from Atlanta, you knew there had to be some higher plan, controlling all of this. But people were still dying left and right and you would be foolish to think that would stop any time soon. Your brother had returned to you. But, you wondered how long it would last.

You had been in the woods that night of the bombings of Atlanta. People scared, running around lost and losing their minds. Until, Shane pulled a group of you together and led you all to safety. You had started a camp and soon were set up with supplies and had a pretty secure place, or so you had all thought.

“This better work! Who put him in charge anyway?” An angry voice rang out, ripping you from your thoughts, a voice you loved and knew all too well.

You fought a smile as your eyes and attention focused toward Daryl Dixon, who had walked through the crowd of people and now was standing face to face with Rick, in his face.

Daryl’s angry eyes pierced into Rick’s, not backing down.

You understood Daryl’s anger. Although you weren’t much of a fan of Merle, it was horrible to hear what had happened to him. According to your brother, there was nothing else that could have been done. Still it was Daryl’s brother, the only piece of the last world he had left. You looked at Rick. You knew how Daryl felt.

Rick put his hands on his hips and his jaw clenched as he stared back at Daryl, also not backing down.

You let your smile loose and rolled your eyes, “Okay. We get it.”

You walked through the crowd and right up to the two men acting like this was some kind of pissing contest.

“You’re both big, strong, men who are capable of leading.” You said, turning to smirk at Andrea, for the first time you saw a small smile.

You turned back around and looked at your older brother, “Rick, Daryl’s lost so much. You can’t blame him for being skeptical. Maybe instead of standing here in a standoff you could talk to him, answer any questions he may have.”

Then you turned to Daryl, gesturing with your hand from Daryl to Rick, “Daryl, my brother just wants to keep this group safe. The CDC seems to be the best place to go. If you have any suggestions or would like to help plan the trip…”

You look pointedly at your brother, “I’m *sure* my brother doesn’t mind answering and would *love* some input from someone as capable as you are.”

You looked back and forth between the two men. Rick dropped his hands, looked at the ground, and nodded, a little ashamed by his behavior.

Daryl looked at you warily, as if he was thinking it over, he looked softly into your eyes and nodded, chewing on his lip.

You smiled as you watched Rick reach out his hand and Daryl reach out his, the same. The two men shook hands and nodded, as if a silent conversation had been had between the two.

You turned back around to the people looking on, “Okay, everyone. You heard the man. Get yourselves ready to move tomorrow and then get some rest.”

The people nodded and began to move, headed to their supplies and preparing for tomorrow.

“Come on. Let me show you what Shane and I were thinkin’.” Rick said to Daryl.

Daryl nodded, looking over at you, locking his intense eyes on yours, “I’m right behind ya.”

Rick turned and walked toward the Winnebago, where there was a table set up outside and a map laid out they had been using to plan their voyage.

You stared into Daryl’s eyes and felt that all too familiar feeling; shivers ran through your body and you couldn’t help but see anyone but him. Truth be told you had had a thing for him since the moment you had met him, when him and Merle found the camp. Merle had tried to hit on you and Daryl put a quick stop to it. Merle was harsh and abrasive. Daryl could be harsh in tone, but his intensity seemed to come from a different place. He cared about everyone here. Whether he would like to admit it or not you had seen him helping out just about everyone who needed it whenever he was around. Not to mention constantly hunting for any food he could find. He was a good man.

You found yourself staring and in a daze, yet again with him. And you shook your head a little, trying to regain focus. You looked at him and smiled a little sheepishly.

He smirked and adjusted the crossbow on his shoulder, looking you up and down for a moment before locking eyes with yours again.

He licked his lips and nodded his head up at you, still smirking as if he could read your thoughts, “Ya do that for me?”

He looked down and peered up at you, awaiting your answer.

You smiled brightly and shook your head, “Now, what makes you think you’re that special, Dixon?” You laughed lightly, teasing him.

The two of you had begun to flirt more lately and you had to admit you looked forward to any interaction with the gorgeous redneck.

He smiled, seeing you were joking with him and shook his head too. Chuckling a little as he dropped his head and then locked eyes with you again. He turned and walked over to you, his body so close you could feel the electricity of it pinging off yours.

Your breath hitched and you looked up at him, all teasing gone from your expression.

He smiled softly as he watched you freeze and look down at his lips.

You slowly ran your eyes back up to his, forgetting everything else.

Daryl place one hand softly on the side of your left hip and let it rest there as he leaned in to ghost his lips with your ear.

“One of these days I’m gonna have to show ya…” Daryl whispered.

You shivered with excitement and leaned into him, you leaned in and whisper back into his ear, “Promise?”

He dropped his hand and stepped back, looking over at Rick, who was watching the entire situation, and then back at you.

He put his stoic expression back on his face and glared into your eyes, “Promise.”

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All Mine *Requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Drama

Words: 1,000


Hi, could you write an imagine where reader is jealous instead of daryl? :)


You watched Daryl, who was talking to another girl across the room. She ran her hand up and down his arm and giggled at something he said. “Un-fucking-believable.” you thought to yourself. Was Daryl actually interested in her? What the fuck did he see in this bitch? Well, you didn’t exactly ‘know’ her because you just moved to Alexandria, but you didn’t give a shit. Daryl was off limits to anyone except you, in your mind at least.

“Hey Daryl, can I talk to you for a second?” you asked, interrupting their conversation. He was about to answer but he was cut off when the girl said “Um, excuse me? We were in the middle of something.” you honestly didn’t want to start anything, so you turned around. “What do ya need to talk about?” Daryl asked, putting his hand on your shoulder to stop you from walking away. “Don’t even worry about it.” you said, shaking your head slowly. You glanced back at the girl and she had a confident smirk on her face.

“Can ya give me a second?” Daryl asked the girl as he watched you walk over and sit next to Maggie and Glenn. “Stay.” she pleaded and Daryl just shrugged his shoulders and stayed put. Whatever you had to say could wait.

(2 Weeks Later)

“What did ya wanna talk about?” Daryl asked you. “Really? It’s been two weeks and you’re asking me this now?” you answered, slightly annoyed. “M’sorry, just been busy.” he said. “Busy?” you asked with raised eyebrows and he nodded. You knew he was full of shit, but decided not to bring it up. “Alright then, it was nice catching up.” you told him sarcastically. “Hold on”- Daryl began.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” the girl told Daryl in a cheerful voice. She noticed that you were standing next to him and the smile on her face faded. An idea popped into her head and she decided to give it a go. She wrapped her arms around Daryl’s neck and kissed him. You literally felt your heart drop and tears welled in your eyes. You needed to get out of here so that’s exactly what you did.

****

You got on your motorcycle and drove over to the entrance of Alexandria. “Open the gate.” you told Sasha who noticed your tear stained face. “I’m not going to.” she told you firmly. “Open the fucking gate!” you yelled at her and she still didn’t move. You got off your bike and opened the gate yourself and Sasha just watched you. “Thanks for all the help.” you told her as you remounted your bike and took off.

Wind tousled your hair, sending it it in different directions as you sped up as fast as you could. After a while you pulled over on the side of the road and hid the bike underneath branches. You walked for a little bit, eventually you came across a pond and decided to take a break. You took out your water bottle and took a swig as images of Daryl kissing someone else filled your head.

****

“The fuck are ya doin’?” Daryl asked pushing away and wiping his mouth. “Letting that chick know who you belong too and it clearly worked.” she said grinning and he looked around trying to find you. “I gotta find her.” he said. “Come on, is she really worth all that trouble. You can’t compare her to me. Just forget her and come back home with me.” she purred into his ear and tugged on his shirt.

“Yer right, I can’t compare her to you.” he answered and she smiled widely. “She’s better in every single way and she’s got something that you’ll never have.” he said. “Oh yea? And what’s that?” she replied furiously.

Me.”

****

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Daryl asked Sasha. “Yep, she took off about an hour ago.” she answered. “And ya didn’t stop ‘er?!” Daryl asked, swinging his arm in front of him. “She’s a big girl Daryl. She can make her own decisions. Who am I to stop her? If (Y/N) wants to leave, she can.” Sasha stated.

Daryl rolled his eyes in disgust and got on his own bike, to go and find you. “I would let her cool down. She was obviously upset about something.” Sasha told him and Daryl ignored her, pulling through the gate.

****

Daryl was driving for a while when he saw a bushel of branches where they didn’t belong. He lifted a branch up and saw that it was your motorcycle that was covered. He hurriedly hid his own bike and started to follow your tracks through the woods.

“The hell do ya think yer doin’? Runnin off like that.” You heard a familiar voice say making you jump.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not bothering to answer his question. “Someone needed to make sure ya didn’t do anythin’ stupid.” he said. “I don’t need a babysitter Daryl!” you yelled, scrambling to stand up. “I’m pretty sure ya do. Comin’ out here alone, do ya even think?!” he yelled back. “Why do you care? It’s not like I mean anything to you anyway! I could die tomorrow and you wouldn’t give a shit.” you answered. “That’s really what ya think?” Daryl asked, lowering his voice. “That’s what I know.” you replied sharply.

“Fine.” he growled. Daryl stormed over to you, pushing you against the nearest tree. “Get off me you asshole!” you shouted, but didn’t try to get out of his grasp. “Nope.” he said licking up the side of your neck and instantly you fell into a puddle of mush. “I saw the way ya looked at me ya know.” he continued and placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. “I know ya were jealous.” he said, digging his fingertips into your hips. “Was.. Not..” you barely got out. “Mhmm, sure ya weren’t.” he answered. “Screw you Dixon.” you said, smashing your lips against his.

“Now you’re all mine.”


Hi guys! Hope you liked this! Please comment & let met know what you think. 


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Don’t Let Go

Daryl finds himself a drink, getting drunk and finding you in the shower.

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 798 Words
  • No warnings

The water is cool, but that’s how you like it. It falls over you like a veil, protecting you from what is out there in the world, all the dangers and frights. It’s all too much for you to handle, always has been.  You don’t know how much longer you can deal with humanity dying out.

You’ve always been lucky enough to be surrounded by people who take care of you and to have them allow you to return the favor. Daryl and his group were always so kind…

You close your eyes and turn your face up, letting the water splash in your face, pouring over your body in a cool fountain. It starts to heat up, only slightly. The steam doesn’t rise too high tonight. This building was losing it’s hot water quickly.

You have only been in the bathroom for five or six minutes when you hear the door slide open. You assume it’s one of the girls, wanting to ask you to hurry up. But they never speak.

You open your eyes and look over, through the glass in the shower. It’s foggy, but you can clearly make out the figure that was Daryl Dixon and his crossbow, slung over his shoulder. He always has that thing, even when you were safe.

Part of you wants to yell, tell him to leave. You always knew something was off about him, but that’s what draws you in. You want to know more about him, where he came from, why he was so quiet.

When he notices you’re watching him, he brings something to his lips. It’s a whiskey bottle. Leave it to him to find the whiskey.

He’s already a little too drunk to function. He sways a little as he tries to turn around, but you catch him off guard.

“Daryl…” You say softly. You open the door just enough to see him without the foggy mess. “Want to join me?”  Any other man, you may have asked him to join as a way to have a little bit of fun in these dark days. However, this is Daryl, and he didn’t handle situations like that too well. This was a friendly invite.

He slumps his shoulders and looks over his shoulder at you, nodding slightly. He’s hesitant, but he walks inside and shuts the door. His crossbow is set to the side, but the bottle remains in his hand as he tries to undress.

“Set it down, honey.” You watch him, wanting to reach out and help, just not wanting to lean out into the cold air.

Daryl pauses and looks over at you. He gently sits the bottle down on the toilet and pulls off his vest, his shirt, his pants and shoes. He walks over to the shower and spins his finger around, telling you to turn around.

You turn away from the door and now with your back to him, you run the water through your hair and slick it back. There’s a slight breeze hitting you as Daryl finishes stripping down. You wonder if he’s just that shy. Poor thing…

He steps inside, pulling the door closed once he was in.

“You okay, doll?” You spin around only to have him wrap those big, toned arms around your body and pull you closer. He buries his face in your neck, his whole body shaking at this point.

You throw your arms around him, holding him dear to you. Not until this moment did you ever stop to think it may be as hard on some of the others, too. Daryl lost just as much as you did, if not more.

He sobs, shattering your heart into a thousand different pieces. You want to make him feel better, but you think it’s best to let him cry it out. He needs to. All this time, he’s acted tough, been the bad boy. Now it’s his turn to be vulnerable.

“Everything will be okay.” You rub his back and kiss his shoulder sweetly. The shower was no longer heating up. It was almost cold again, but neither one of you care. You try your best to soothe him, to show him you care.

His hair tickles your neck and cheek, his hands find their place on your lower back as he tightens his grip on you when the water covers him, too. His chin slips a little down your shoulder blade, scratching you with his stubble. You would have giggled if you knew he wasn’t crying.

He doesn’t move. You don’t move. You two let the water run down your bodies, taking in the silence you’re getting for once. It starts to relax the two of you.

“Don’t let go…” He pleads.

“I’m not, Daryl.” You whisper, giving him a squeeze.

Cleaning Up

Title: Cleaning Up

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,359

Warnings: Canon-divergent, I guess. It’s just a silly, smutty thing.

A/N: Yes, yes. I know this isn’t a Supernatural fic. Holy shit. Well, I’ve been watching a lot of TWD recently, and thought I’d take a stab at it. If it is positively received, I might write a little bit of it here and there. Just thought I’d spread my roots and see what happens.

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

“I’ll hose you down in your sleep!” Carol shouted as she hurried down the road, heading towards Rick. Daryl just huffed, rolling his eyes behind his shaggy mop of hair.

“Humph,” he grunted, remaining perched on the porch railing. He was stubborn. Everyone who met him knew that. It was one of his most obvious traits. And, it was something that never ceased to make you smile.

“You should listen to her, Dixon. You smell like a swamp,” you muttered as you crossed over the doorway and onto the porch. “Hell, I was about to utilize that glorious Alexandria feature myself. That is, now that I’ve got a balanced meal in me for the first time in weeks.”

Daryl peered up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Have at it,” he grumbled.

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I Can Treat You Better – Part 2 | (Part 1)

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW

Summary: I got a request to write a second part of this, so here it is! Daryl and the reader enjoy each other’s company after being intimate the night before. Luke comes home to find you have moved out and to find that Daryl has told you about him and Rosita.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 7,809

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You awoke to the sunshine beaming in on your face, through a crack in the curtain. You wince and groan a little, rolling over to try and fall back asleep. Suddenly, your hands hit hot skin and you looked down at the man lying next to you, his chest heavily breathing in and out underneath your hand. You smile to yourself, remembering the events of last night. You turn over on your stomach and place your head on his chest, closing your eyes and listening to him breathe in and out, his heart pounding strongly in the background. You place your hand, palm down on his skin, rubbing it back and forth a little, smiling at the sensation.

“Hey.” Daryl’s low growl escaped his lips, as he awoke to the feeling of your hands on him.

You smiled, looking up at him and resting your chin on his body.

“Hey.” You say back and lean up to kiss him, crashing your lips into his briefly.

You reach down and scratch his stomach, “You hungry?” You ask.

He nods, watching you intently. You smile and lean back down to kiss his cheek, you whisper in his ear.

“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” You smile at him one more time, grazing your hand down the side of his face, before getting up and gathering your clothes, from various parts of the bedroom. You put on your panties, reattach your bra, slide on your jeans, buttoning them shut, and sliding your shirt loosely back over your body. You notice Daryl watching you and you look away a little embarrassed, you were not used to someone who couldn’t take their eyes off of you. But apparently, Daryl couldn’t.

He rubbed his finger roughly across his lips as he watched you get dressed. Everything about you turned him on, the way you wiggled into your jeans, and roughly grasped on your skin, the way you bit your lip as you struggled to clasp your bra together, the way you haphazardly threw on your shirt, as if it didn’t even matter how it looked. Your static-cling hair flying all over the place, as you used your hands to smooth it down, trying to tame it. Daryl bit his lip, trying not to get turned on again, but you made it so hard. He watched you bounce out the door and down to the kitchen.

Daryl hears you rummaging around in the cupboards and pulling things out, slamming them on the table. He listened as you hummed to yourself happily. Daryl smiled at the sound. Having you here with him was something he never thought was even possible. But here you were and you apparently wanted him, much to Daryl’s surprise. 

Daryl tossed the blanket off of him and walked over to pick up his pants, he shoved his feet into them and pulled them up his body, tucking himself in, and buttoning them closed. He walked down stairs, with his bare chest breathing heavily, as he turned to watch you in the kitchen. He peered at you from around the corner. He watched as you cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl, swirling them around with a fork, scrambling them. You sang to yourself as you chopped up a pepper and some mushrooms that were on the counter. You threw it all together and tossed it in the frying pan, heated by some propane the town had on hand.

Daryl watched you humming to yourself and watched as your hips wiggled around on their own accord. Daryl wanted to have his hands on you and those hips so bad! He felt himself getting more and more turned on as you cooked breakfast, unaware you had an audience. Daryl decided to be brave, he popped his head around the corner, licking his lips, and began to stride slowly toward you, who was at the opposite side of the kitchen.

You notice him and smile happily when he enters the room. You notice the look in his eye and you bite your lip as he strides slowly over to you and positions his body right behind you, barely touching it. He lowers his lips to your neck and whispers quietly in your ear.

“Don’t let me interrupt you.” He grazes his fingertips ever so slightly to either side of your hips, slightly pressing into them with the tips of his fingers.

You continue to stir the eggs a few more times, before turning the burner off and setting the pan to the side. You slowly begin humming again and moving your hips side to side, ever so slightly grazing your ass across his cock, against his pants. You sway back and forth putting your hands up and behind you, leaning your head to the side, trying to find his mouth. You look up and back at him, still swaying back and forth, as his fingertips begin to roughly rub you down now.

“So sexy…” He growls and crashes his mouth into your as you reach for him behind you. His tongue sucks and swirls around yours harshly and with need, as his fingers begin to make their way up your stomach, rubbing hard, they make their way up to your bra and he shoves a hand underneath one of your cups, roughly massaging your breast underneath the fabric cage.

You cry out into his mouth, at his touch. He pulls his hand down, across your stomach, and shoves it into your pants, grasping your pussy for a moment. He growls when he feels how wet you are already.

“Damn.” He mutters and runs his fingers up and down your pussy outside your panties, making you cry out and shoot your head back in pleasure.

“Oh God, Yes!” You cry out, making him smile. He pulls his hand out and you snap your eyes back to him, whimpering a little.

He stands back and pulls you with him, away from the hot stove, he twirls you both around and your ass hits the kitchen table, as he slams you both into it. His eyes never move from yours. You jump onto the table and open your legs, pulling him into you, crashing your tongue into his mouth, and battle his tongue for dominance. You loved the feeling of his kiss, as he sucks and swirls around you, roughly.

He removed his lips from yours and began sucking and kissing you up and down the side of your neck, taking in your earlobe and sucking on it harshly.

“Oh, Daryl!” You cry out, massaging his hair blissfully.

He flicks his tongue around the earlobe before sucking on in again, he then crashed his lips onto the space behind your ear, sucking and swirling harshly. You cry out again, writhing into his body with your hips.

“I love how much you want me.” He whispers huskily in your ear, causing vibrations to run through your entire body, which was aching for every inch of him.

“I do.” You say breathlessly, in return. 

You rub your hand across his broad shoulders and down his back as his tongue explores your neck. You try and pull him closer into you, he notices your urgency and breaks his lips from your skin to lean back and smirk at you. He gently puts his hand on your sternum,  slowly pushes you back until you are lying flat on the table with your legs up and parted. He walks out from between your legs and walks over to above your head, looking down at you, upside down. You smile up at him, lovingly. He leans down and kisses you from the odd angle. His top teeth hit your bottom teeth and you immediately try to grab hold again of his tongue.

He chuckles a little into your mouth. “Hold up, girl. We got plenty of time.” He says lowly, detaching his lips from yours to stare down at you, and then crashes his lips to your neck, upside down, and sucks on your skin, making you moan so loud. He detaches his lips and his arms slide down your body, still peering at you from the odd angel. He smirks as his fingertips reach the bottom of your shirt, he slowly grazes his fingertips up your stomach, gripping the fabric along with them. He slowly pulls your t-shirt up toward him, you reach your arms up and sit up a little, helping him rip your shirt off your body.

He stares at you in just your bra and jeans, he licks his lips, walking slowly down the table, until he is at your feet, gazing up at you. He pulls off your sock, one by one, and tugs slightly at the bottom of your pants. You smile at him and slide your hands down your sides, and over your pants, unbuttoning them, and unzipping the hard metal strip that kept your body prisoner. He tugged again at your pants, harder this time. You lifted your ass up into the air, bracing your body with both hands on the table, feeling the denim fabric slide off you. He snaps the fabric a little, throwing it to the floor.

You stare down at him, putting your knee together and swaying them back and forth. You lick your lips, wishing they were on his bare chest, kissing him up and down his collarbone. Your hips sway your legs back and forth, and you slightly open your legs to him, reaching one foot out and placing it on his back, pulling him into you. 

He smiles down at you and allows you to pull him into your legs. He places his knee in between your legs, on the table. He climbs up onto the hard surface, placing both knees in between your legs, forcing them to open wider. 

He placed both of his muscular arms on either side of your head and slowly pressed his body down onto you. He pressed into your skin, all over, as his face descended onto yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, with more pressure than ever before, he was so hot for you. His tongue harshly thrashed around inside your mouth, he began to thrust over you, inside his jeans, moving his hips up and down against you. As he thrusted and thrashed his teeth hit yours, as he tried to keep your mouth captive against his.

You cry out in pleasure, loving the feel of his hips against you, and his caged cock rubbing your pussy up and down, over and over. You thrust your hips up into his, feeling him throb against you.

“Oh my god!” You cry out, feeling yourself begin to build up in excitement. He opens his eyes while kissing you and moves one of his hands down to your ass, followed by the other. He grips onto you, hard, and begins to move your hips slowly against his. He watches you, while swirling his tongue around yours, passionately. He grinds and thrusts into you, pulling you into him as hard as he can. You close your eyes and shoot your head back, forcing him out of your mouth.

“Yes! Right There!” You cry out, climaxing inside your panties, as his clothed cock ground into you over and over. He moaned at the sight of you cumming and crashed his lips down into the side of your neck, devouring your skin once more. He licked you up and down, before finding his way to your sweet spot behind your ear, sucking and swirling around, making you writhe into him again. 

He looked up at you, slightly moving to the side, allowing himself a full view of you. He detaches his lips from your skin, slowly tracing his index finger from the bottom of your chin, down your sternum, across your belly button, to the hem of your panties. He stares down at his finger, as it traces along the edge of the fabric, he slowly darts his hand inside, bring his fingers down along your folds. He thrusts one of his fingers inside you and growls at how wet you are, looking back up into your eyes.

“So fucking ready for me.” He says, thrusting another finger inside you, you cry out and arch your hips into him, “Daryl…” You moan out, uncontrollably, as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, undoing the straps from your shoulders, ripping the fabric away, and tossing it to the floor. You stare at him, breathing heavily as his fingers move up to swirl around your clit. You bring your hands to your breasts and begin to massage yourself, loving the feel of him inside you. You close your eyes, enjoying every sensation.

Suddenly, you hear him growl lowly as he backs off the table to stand at the foot again. He grabs your panties and rips them off in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch as he unbuttons his black denim pants, you hear the zipper descend, and see him tug the pants down harshly, watching his long, hard cock pop up as he does. You continue to touch yourself, watching him stride back toward you, climbing back on the table. He slams your legs apart, crawling purposefully back in between them.

You pull his head back to you, already missing the feel of his lips on yours. You crash your tongue back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue as it masterfully swirled around yours, making you moan into him. You can feel his cock throbbing on your leg, just inches away from your core. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer into you, feeling his dick harden in response. He looks at you as his tongue dances around yours, he detaches, pulling his head up and staring down at you.

“You ready for me?” He asked, grabbing his cock in one of his hands, rubbing is alongside your wet pussy.

“Yes! Please!” You cry out to him, pulling his mouth back into yours.

You feel his cock as he guides it up and down your folds a few more times before slowly entering you, he pushes long and slowly into you, reaching as far back as he could go. You groan in pleasure as he fills you, he was so fucking big. Your tongue swirls around his, faster, as you urge him to continue. He slides almost all the way out of you, before slowly stuffing himself inside you again, this time thrusting harshly at the end, making the table bounce a little, along with your bodies. You moan into his mouth, “Yes!!”

He slowly thrusts in and out of you, making the table creak and snap with each movement. You feel his cock inside of you, filling you, and making you feel so good. He makes sure to slam up and hit your clit with every thrust, making you cry out in pleasure each hit. You grind your hips up into his, trying to find his rhythm. Once you do, you cry out his name. feeling him deeper than ever before as you slam into each other, over and over.

He watches you as he fucks you, loving the sounds you made as he fucked you. He sucked harshly on your neck a few times as he slammed his cock in and out of you. He places his forehead on yours, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

“Cum for me baby.” He growled, resting his forearms on either side of your head, and slamming into you, picking up his pace. You thrust your hips faster, in return, feeling him hit your clit over and over. You loved his big cock slamming into you, you look into his eyes as he makes you feel so good. You bounce up and down with him, as his dick guides your bodies back and forth. Your nails dig into his back, pulling him closer into you, adding even more pressure.

“Yes! Baby!” You cry out, thrusting into him harder. He sees you are close so he takes one of his hands and reaches it down under your ass, lifting you harshly up into his hips fast and long. He slams into you over and over, pulling you up into him. You slam into him as his dick fucks you and you cry out, grinding into him slow and hard as you cum all over him. He continues to thrust you into him, as you cum. He leans back grabbing your ass with both hands and continues to fuck you, faster and harder.

“Fuck! Baby!” You groan, riding out your high, as he slams in and out of you.

You cry out, moving your hips into his, not wanting the feeling of him inside you to go away.

“Fuck, yes!” He growls as he slams his cock into you. He begins to move erratically, slamming his dick into you, watching as your body and breasts move up and down as he fucks you. He stares at you and harshly slaps your ass a few times, thrusting long and hard into you.

“Fuck!!!” He cries out, grabbing your hips into his harshly. You feel him shove himself into you, as hard as he could a few more times before you feel him explode inside of you, cumming hard. You cry out in pleasure at the feel of him exploding inside you, digging your heels into his back as hard as you can. He stays inside you for a minute, holding himself in you, loving the feeling of filling you. He slowly pulled out of you, lying on top of your body and taking your neck into his mouth again. He traced his lips up your cheek and found your mouth again, hungrily exploring it some more. You smiled into him, loving every way he made you feel.

After a while you get up off the table and begin to scavenge for your clothes on the floor, slipping back into your panties, and clasping your bra around you. He props his elbow up and looks at you with a sparkle in his eye, watching you do your little dance into your jeans and throwing your shirt over your head.

Daryl sighed, not wanting this moment to end, he got up and slammed is legs back into his black denim jeans, walking in to the living room to grab his vest from the floor by the couch, where you had tugged it off the night before. He smiled, remembering your first kisses, he swung into the vest and look back over at you, wiggling his eyebrow a little.

“We might need to go for a round two on this couch here…” He growled lowly and began to stride over to you, with lust in his eyes again. You walk into the living room meeting him in the middle. You press him into the back of the couch and slowly lick his upper lip, before plunging your tongue into his mouth, swirling around his tongue, making him moan out into you.

You are interrupted by a loud banging on the door. You groan, irritated. Daryl smiles and kisses your forehead, moving you by your hips, pushing you back into the couch. You stare at him, thinking of all the things you wanted his mouth to be doing to you right now.

“To be fucking continued.” He said lowly, fucking you with his eyes. You whimper, aching for him right then and there. Who the hell could that be? You ask yourself.

Daryl opens the door, stepping aside, and a worried Aaron walking into the house, walking down the hall, to find you in the living room. He steps over in front of you and you look at him a little worried.

“What is it Aaron?” You ask him.

“I just ran down here to tell you that Rick and his group are back from their run. Give you a heads up.” He said, glancing at Daryl and back to you pointedly.

“Thanks.” You say, your stomach suddenly feeling queasy.

You had been feeling so good with Daryl, all thoughts of Luke had left you, you completely forgot that you were going to have to deal with this.

Your heart starts pounding and you can feel it in your ears as you think about all the things you wanted to say. Suddenly, your anger returned as you thought about the months Rosita and Luke snuck around behind your back. You start pacing, letting your anger take hold, it was much better than giving him the satisfaction of you crying.

Daryl shook Aaron’s hand and said, “Thank You.” And Aaron headed back out and up the road, passing Luke as he did so.

“Hey, Man!” Luke loosely said with an easy grin, taking Aaron’s hand.

Aaron nodded, shook his hand quickly, and begin to walk back up the street.

Luke walked a couple more feet and then turned to head up the stairs of his front porch. He threw the door open and called out your name loudly, “Y/N?!” He wandered the house shouting out your name, you watched through the curtain in Daryl’s house as he wandered the halls looking for you. He stepped on the broken glass from a picture frame and picked up a picture looking at it quizzically. He called out again, running up to the bedroom, he was in there for a minute, and then we ran back down, into the kitchen where you had left a note. I’m Done. I hope she was worth it.

You watch as he picks up the note and sits down on the couch facing the window, he drops the note and puts his head in his hands. He begins to cry. You scoff. This asshole here, he cheats and now he is crying. Fucker. You say to yourself, your anger bubbling inside of you. You drop your eyes from him, closing the curtain again, grimace and look over at Daryl who has a hurt look on his face. He shifts his gaze from you and looks over into the kitchen, looking at the table he had just made love to you on. How could he be so stupid to think you didn’t still love that asshole, he thought to himself.

You walk over to him and look him in the eye, seeing the hurt look on his face.

“Daryl…” You say softly and kiss his cheek, he winces and moves his head back, trying not to look at you.

“I’m sorry.” You say, apologizing for hurting him. You kiss his cheek again and he does not move away, you kiss and swirl your tongue up his neck and to his ear.

“I only want you.” You say, kissing around his neck and up to his mouth, crashing your tongue into his. He moans and darts his tongue roughly around yours, using his hands to grab you by the hips and spin you around, backing your ass into the back of the couch. He leans into you, putting pressure on every inch of you, as he fucks your mouth his tongue. You moan out as he grabs your hair and pulls you out of his mouth.

“From now on, you aren’t anyone else’s but mine.” He says roughly and grabs the side of your ass, pulling you into him, thrusting his tongue inside your mouth again. You cry out into him as your tongues dance around each other and your hands pull his body into you.

Suddenly, you hear another knock on the door.

“Fuck!” You say, complaining to yourself. “Who the fuck could that be now? Get rid of them!” You say to him, whining, and he smirks and licks his lips, smacking your ass again.

He walks over to the door and freezes a little, he does not move out of the way, he grunts and says hello to whoever is on the other side of the door.

“Hey, man…” You hear Luke’s voice and you straighten up, anxiously looking toward the door, your stomach in knots.

“I was just wondering, you haven’t by chance seen Y/N around have you? I’m trying to find her…” Nick trails off, he never could talk to Daryl without cowering, you smirked to yourself.

“Nah. Man.” Daryl replies shortly, blocking the man’s entrance to his home.

Luke rambles on, “Okay, man cool… well listen if you-“

Suddenly, you slam the door open the rest of the way, showing your face to the cheater that broke your heart.

“What is it Luke?” You ask angrily, Daryl backs away, but stays just a few feet behind you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?… Never mind. Listen, baby, we need to talk!” He said pleading with you and looking worriedly at Daryl.

“No actually we don’t. Why don’t you go talk to Rosita.” You say gritting your teeth as you said her name.

“Baby. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what I was thinking!” He stammered and you stomped out of the house, past him, bumping him on the shoulder as you walk out onto the front porch. Daryl steps into the doorway, watching you seethe.

“Was she good Luke? Was she worth ending what we had? I knew there was something going on, but I never thought you’d actually cheat on me.” You say storming circles around him.

“I know! I can’t believe I did it either! I just couldn’t help myself…” You laugh at him.

“Wait. How did you even know?“ He asks.

Your eyes dart to Daryl for a minute and Luke turns to Daryl.

“What the fuck man??!” He says to Daryl, in his anger, pushing Daryl a little on the chest. Daryl step forward slowly, puffing his chest out toward Luke.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Daryl growled, warning the man.

Luke laughed feeling the adrenaline pump through his body, “Or what?” Luke taunted pushing at Daryl’s chest again.

Daryl quickly pulled his arm back and released it, punching Luke in the face. Luke fell to the ground with a groan.

“What the fuck man?” He cried out, grabbing his face with his hands.

“Told you.” Daryl said and stepped back into the doorway, crossing his arms.

You rush over to Luke, worriedly looking at his face, before looking at Daryl.

“Jesus! You didn’t have to hurt him!” You cry out to Daryl, who stares angrily at you, he huffs his chest in and out a few times, never taking his eyes off you.

“While you sit around and play nurse, guess I’ll go hunt and see if I can find some damn food… Have fun.” He looks at you, with hurt in his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted you.

He grabs his crossbow off the porch, where he had left it yesterday, and slings it around his shoulder. He walks past you and Luke.

“Daryl, wait-“ You stand up and reach out to touch his shoulder, he flinches, knocking your touch away.

“Get off me, Y/N.” He growls, tightening his jaw and looking at you sideways. You were surprised at how quickly this man’s gaze went from admiration to hate. You yelled at yourself inside your head, you shouldn’t have reacted to him punching Luke, but you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Maybe that was no longer a possibility. You watched as Daryl stormed off down the road and toward the gate, emanating rage.

You sighed and looked down at a still frightened Luke, you smirked and lowered your hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you home and look at the damage.” Luke looks up gratefully at you and grabs your hand, allowing you to pull him up.

You walk over to the house next to Daryl’s, the one you two used to share together, you lead Luke into your old kitchen, pulling a chair out for him to sit on. He plops down and you grab a washcloth, slowly running it under the sink and immersing it with cold water. You bring the cloth over to where Luke is sitting and press it down over his left eye. He cries out in pain, causing you to smile a little.

 “Oh quit being a baby. It’s just a black eye.” You tease him, holding the pressure. You take his hand into yours and pull it up and over onto the cloth, replacing your own hand with his own.

You step back and begin to walk out into the hallway, back towards the door.

“Wait, Y/N!” Luke calls out. You stop and turn around, looking at him.

“Can’t we talk about this?” He asks, staring at you with his one good eye.

“There is really nothing left to say Luke.” You stare at him, hurt coming through in your voice. You walk back over and caress the side of his face once with the back of your hand.

“I will always be grateful for what we had. But now… It’s just… over. It just is. And I think it has been over for a while now, I just didn’t know.” You say looking down at him, you allow yourself to softly smile at him quickly, before pursing your lips again.

“I’m just… over you.” You say simply, realizing this is the truth, you smile feeling the urge to run after Daryl.

“I gotta go.” You say, shortly smiling at Luke, before darting out of the door.

Your feet slam down the steps of your old home and onto the pavement, you hear them hit back and forth onto the surface as you run down the road. You pass Aaron who’s head snaps up as you ran  past him, he follows your rushing body with his eyes, he smiles to himself, seeing the look of happiness spread across your lips. You start to breathe heavily as your heart pumps it’s adrenaline through your body.

You run all the way up to the front gate, you see Daryl from behind as he slowly strides up to the gate, about to glance up and ask Abraham to unlock the door for him.

“Daryl!” You cry out, exhausted from your sprint, you put your hands on your knees, trying to regain your composure.

Daryl turns around slowly and looks at you, still pissed.

“What you want?” He asked lowly, averting his gaze from Abraham’s intrigued eyes.

“I want you, Daryl.” You say in between heavy breathes. You straighten yourself up and walk towards him, putting your hand on the side of his face, caressing it with your fingers.

“I’m sorry about that before. Please, don’t leave.” You say, begging him with love in your eyes. “I just want you.” You say, staring at him helplessly, you looked at him worriedly, not sure he would forgive you.

He stared at you, trying to gauge whether or not you were serious, when your look of worry just intensified, he let out a deep breath and relaxed his face, smirking at you a little.

“Okay.” He said, nodding at you, you felt his hand drop, reach around and scoop your fingers into his own.

“Let’s go home.” He placed his forehead on yours, stared into your eyes, and dove his mouth onto yours for a quick kiss. You closed your eyes at the feel of his lips on yours, you nod in urgency, turning and allowing him to pull you by the hand back down the street. You couldn’t wait to feel him all over you again, you had never wanted anyone more.

Luke squinted out his one good eye as he watched Daryl lead you down the street and back up the stairs into his house, slamming the door. Suddenly, Luke realized the entire truth. He angrily hit his fist against the wall on his house and slammed his door. He was no match for Daryl and he knew it. Luke slumped down into his couch, staring at the broken pictures of the two of you scattered all across the floor. He picked one up and stared at it, how stupid he had been to think he could never lose her. How stupid he had been. He sat in his misery, trying not to think about what was happening in the house across from him.

Luke looked over into Daryl’s living room window and saw you up against him, kissing his mouth hungrily. He watched as Daryl backed you into the window slightly. Removing one of his hands from your back to the side, tugging on the curtain. Daryl looked out the window, with his tongue still swirling around in your mouth. Daryl’s eyes find Luke’s as he sits across from Daryl’s window. Daryl lifts his hand up and flips Luke off from behind your back, before tugging the large curtain closed. You both disappear from Luke’s view and he drops his head to stare at your picture again.

You suck and swirl your tongue around Daryl’s fast and with urgency, he pulls you away from the window, spins you around and slams you back onto the couch. You open your legs to him, giggling in anticipation as he crashes his lips down onto your neck harshly, he uses his hands to spread your legs apart, kneeling in between them and pressing his chest to yours, as he harshly sucks and swirls on your skin.

“Yes, Daryl! Baby, you feel so good!” You commend him, crying out to him in pleasure.

He trails his tongue up your neck, your ear, and over to your cheek, where he slides it across your jawline and darts it back into your awaiting mouth. You pull him into you, using your hands, pushing his back harshly your way. You reach your fingers around placing them on his stomach, slowly grazing us his chest, you slid them under his vest, on to his shoulders, slowly pushing the leather fabric down off his arms. He drops his hands to the side and allows you to pull the vest off him. You moan, detaching your lips from his to look down at his broad chest. You rub your hands over his shoulders, to his pecs, and down his stomach. You slowly rub right below his belly button, tracing your hand along the waistline of his pants.

He groans at the feel of you so close to his dick, he grabs your hand and forces it onto his hard cock, rubbing your hand over his pants. You lick your lips and feel yourself get wet as you feel him throb under your palm.

“Mmmm…. That feels so good.” He groaned out as your hand places more pressure onto him.

You smiled at the sound of his pleasure. You lift your hands from him and stand up, pulling him up with you, you place your fingers on his hips and turn you both around, so that he is now the one with his back to the couch. You quickly move your hands down your shirt, and begin to pull up on the bottom hem, lifting it up and over your head. You move your fingers down and unbutton your pants, you unzip and shimmy out of them, kicking them erratically to the side. You slide your socks off and reach behind your back, unclasping your bra and ripping it off of you, revealing your hard nipples. Daryl licks his lips and stares at you as you slide your fingers in between the sides of your panties and tug them down your legs, kicking out of them, leaving them on the floor.

He is standing there frozen in his arousal, as he watches you shed your clothes. You smile at him as you move your naked body into him, your breasts heaving up and down against the bare skin on his chest. You look up at him as you snake your hands down to his hips, tracing your hands toward the button in the front. He growls and grabs your head with both of his two big hands, shoving his tongue into your mouth, devouring every inch of it. Your fingers unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. You break away from his lips and bend down, tugging his jeans off him with one swift move. You look at his erect cock that pops out in front of your face. You smile noticing how hard he was already.

You hand reaches up and slowly traces its fingertips up and down his shaft, making it grow even more at the slight touch. He groans, closing his eyes, trying to feel every moment as purely as he could. Your fingers traced him up and down a few more times before grasping and gripping him tightly, roughly moving your hand up and down his cock. You slowly move your hand up and hold him near his tip, you bring your lips to his cock and lightly swirl your tongue around a couple of times. You feel him buck into you as you do this. You swirl a few more times before slowly jamming his dick down your throat until it his the back of your mouth. You hold him inside your mouth for a moment before slowly bobbing back up and releasing his cock.

“Fuck Y/N!” Daryl whimpers a little, looking down at you, disappointed in the loss of contact.

You grin and stare at him as you shove his cock back into your mouth, this time bobbing up and down roughly, over and over, watching as he came undone above you. He cried out and moaned in ways you had not heard yet, as your mouth fucked his cock. You swirled around his tip again, shoving his cock back down into your throat, while your hand wrapped tightly around his base, pumping him up and down. You could taste him already as he became wetter inside you, nearly ready to cum right then and there.

“Fuck, yes!!” He cried out, grabbing your hair harshly, pushing you into him, as he bucked into you. You sucked and swirled faster as he bucking into you, you push his cock down into your throat, over and over, tasting how sweet he was. He grabbed your head harder and slammed into your mouth, faster and faster, until you felt him explode into your throat.

You moan out in pleasure, as you swallow every bit of his explosion, happily loving every drop. You lap his shaft up and down slowly, making sure to get every bit you can find.

“Oh fuck! Y/N!” He whimpers again, as you lick him clean, he rubs your hair feverishly, as a way of saying that he fucking loved your throat around him.

You remove him from your mouth and smile up at him, kneeling in front of him. He stares down at you, doing all kinds of dirty things to you in his head. He fucking loved what you did to him. He breathes heavily for a minute before reaching his hand down toward you. You take it and allow him to pull you up. He stares at you, looking your naked body up and down, going over the image of you swallowing him over and over again in his head. He bites his lip and pulls you into his, causing your nipples to his against his chest in one harsh motion. He slams his mouth back into you, clanking your teeth a little bit at his urgency. He sucks and kisses you passionately, as he begins to move his hands all over your body, he brings them up your back, to your sides, and to the front of you. He rubs your stomach before caressing up to your breasts, you feel both of his hands grip your breasts roughly and he starts rubbing them in circular motion, stopping to take your nipples in his fingertips here and there.

You moan out into his mouth, letting him know you loved his touch on you. You pull him into you, trying to gain more access to him, you can feel him starting to get hard again, as his hands rub and swirl around on your skin. You feel one of his hands rub down your stomach and playfully dance down your clit, to your folds. His index finger lightly traces the outside of your pussy, which is soaking wet, awaiting his cock.

He growls into your mouth when he feels how wet you are. He says nothing, but breaks his lips away from yours, taking his hands off you. You whimper in response, watching him stride over to the farthest facing wall of the room. His hand crashes against the small table against the wall and you watch as he throws everything on the table to the floor. He turns back around, looking at you, he nods to the table.

“Get over here.” He commands and you quickly walk over to him, he slams you’re a back into the wall, above the table, he nudges your legs to the side, as he slams you into the wall, simultaneously causing your ass to crash onto the table. You bite your lip, feeling more turned on by his dominance than even you’d like to admit to yourself.

He stares at you and you feel like his eyes are lasers, burning right through you, as if he could see all the dirty thoughts that flowed through your mind, for him. He pushed his naked body through your open legs and you saw him grab his cock in his hand, it was throbbing for you so bad. He pumped himself a couple of times, making you want to touch yourself, your hand went over to your breasts and you began to pinch yourself harshly, watching him get ready to be inside you.

He noticed you playing with yourself and growled, licking his lip, “Ready or not… Here I come baby.” He said and harshly thrust his big cock inside you, you were so wet for him, you cried out in pleasure as he entered you, wrapping your legs around his back and pulling him into you.

He pulled all the way out and pushed back into you, long and hard, thrusting you and the table into the wall as he did. You heard the wooden surface slam back loudly. He began to slam into you over and over, each time slamming your ass and the table against the wall. He leaned back as he slammed into you, he watched as you screamed out in pleasure, thrusting your hips up to meet his. He watched your breasts bounce around and your head hit the wall as his cock fucked you over and over.

“You like that, baby?” He asks, while he is fucking you.

You nod your head, as it slams back into the wall, again and again, “Yes, Baby! Fuck Yes!” You cry out, slamming your hips into his.

He whimpers a little at the sight of you crying out and slams his mouth back into yours, needing to feel your tongue around him again. His hands reach down and grab the sides of your ass, helping your hips finding his pace. Soon you are bouncing and slamming into each other in perfect sync, as he cock thrusts in and out of you, hitting your clit with pressure with each motion. He pulls your hips harshly into him, forcing you to grind into him harder than you have ever experienced. Your head shoots back in pleasure as he grinds into your clit, while filling every inch of you. You writhe and buck into him, needing to feel more.

“Harder, Baby! Harder!” You cry out and he complies. He lifts your ass under his big strong arms, lifting you off the table and pushing you onto his cock, hard. He thrusts into you, pulling your body into his over and over, fucking you as hard as you ever have been fucked. He presses into your clit, thrusting into you harshly and long. He feels you begin to slow your breathing, he see that you are so close. He picks up his pace and you two start bouncing against the wall again, the table grinds and moans underneath you two, as you thrust onto his dick over and over, faster and faster.

“Yes! Right there! Fuck, yes!!” You cry out as he slams you into the wall, harshly slamming over your clit. He feels you cum around him and pins you to the wall, putting pressure on your pussy as you ride out your high, bucking into him. He felt so fucking good inside you! You press into him, still climaxing, you buck your hips into him and look into his eyes.

“Cum inside me baby.” You say, whimpering at him a little.

He nods and starts to thrust in and out of you again, he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, you thrust up into him, helping him go deeper into you. He watches as you grind on his cock and bounce into the wall and then into him. He slams into you slow and hard, and then picks up his pace again, as he starts to go wild all over you. He slams into you, as your head heads the wall repeatedly. You cry out in pleasure, feeling his big cock fucking you.

“Fuck, yes, baby! I’m close!” He cried out watching himself fuck you, you cry out in pleasure, hearing your body’s slam together.

He puts one arm against the wall and one remains under your ass. He slams into you, pulling your hips onto him harsh and fast. He hits you over and over, fucking you into the wall.

“Fuck, yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside you, still slamming you harshly into the wall. You feel every inch of him explode into you and you cry out to him, pulling his mouth back into yours, devouring his tongue. He roughly swirls around your mouth, cumming into you, he moans in bliss at the feel of his release and your tongue around his. He holds himself inside you, thrusting into you a couple more times, causing you to groan in pleasure, he exists you, and continues to kiss you up against the wall.

He breaks away after a few moments, staring down at you, and placing his hand on your cheek. He looks into your eyes, stroking your face.

“You ain’t nobody’s but mine… from now on.” He says to you, caressing your skin softly.

You smile and lean your forehead onto his.

“Nobody’s but yours.” You agree, looking down and watching your hands rub his chest wildly. You were already on fire again, aching for him again. You look back up into his eyes and pull his lips back to yours.

anonymous asked:

Could you do prompt 38 and 42 with Daryl... if that's okay?

Yeah, that’s fine! :)

#38-  “Okay, judging by the look on your face, you either want to kill me or have sex with me.”

#42- “You’re drunk, I’m drunk, lets make it happen.”


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That was another one. Another of your team gone. It was a simple run, you didn’t see where it all started to go wrong, it was a perfectly simple plan! He was only seventeen… he was just a kid. His name was Robbie and he was a good kid. Stupid and naive, sure. But good nonetheless. Now it was time for you to go back to Alexandria to tell his mom and his sister that he got caught in a heard of walkers because he tried to be brave. You always hated that part. It didn’t happen very often, because you’d admit that you were a very good leader. But when it did, you always had to put your feelings aside and be totally deadpan about it. You couldn’t cry. You would never let yourself cry.

After leaving Robbie’s mother and sister to grieve, you headed home and opened one of the many beers that Abraham had given you a while back. You sat at your table and drank in silence. Your mind raced over the events of a few hours previous. How Robbie grabbed your hand and begged you to help him. How you knew you couldn’t, but you stayed anyway. You knew you should’ve just shot him and put him out of his misery, but you couldn’t do that, not to a kid.

When you’d made your way through another beer, you heard a knock at your front door. You let out an exasperated sigh and set down your beer as you headed over to see who it was at your doorstep. When you peeked through the draped on your door, you saw Daryl’s tall, muscular figure standing in the evening heat. You unlocked and opened the door and met his sympathetic gaze..

“Hey,” he said. “How you feelin’?”

“Oh, I’m great. Always feel fantastic whenever I lose someone.” You sighed sadly.

“Listen, it weren’t your fault.”

“Tell that to Robbie’s family, Daryl. See what they have to say. I’m sure they’d disagree.” You argued, thinking about the look on Robbie’s mother’s face when she found out.

“They probably would. But that don’t change anything. And if it makes you feel any better, I still think you’re one of the best people we got.” Daryl says softly, warming your heart a little. You notice that he glanced behind you and sees the beer bottles on your table and he suddenly had an idea.

“Look, I’ll be back soon, alright? I’ll stay with you for the night. I’m sleepin’ on your couch and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.” He smiled and walked away.

You were taken aback by Daryl being so forward. You’d never known him to be so confident with his words and gestures. He was always the stereotypical ‘strong, silent type’ that only spoke up when something was ridiculously important. You simply shrugged and wandered back to your beers.

Moments later, the door opened again and Daryl strolled into your kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other.

“If you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do it right.” He told you as he set the bottles down in front of you.

“You’re getting me drunk?” You chuckled with a slight scoff.

“Pretty much.” He shrugs and sits down opposite you.

You gaze at him with uncertainty, confused as to why he’s suddenly so outgoing, but a little bit attracted by his new-found confidence.

Okay, judging by the look on your face, you either want to kill me or have sex with me,” he jokes, snapping you out of your inappropriate train of thought. “Is this a bad idea?” He asked.

“I mean, you haven’t met drunk me, so I’m just worried for you.” You laughed, only half joking, knowing full well that you have no filter between your brain and your mouth when you’re intoxicated.

“See, now I’m just excited.”

And with those words, you both took swigs from each bottle.

By the end of the night, you had claimed the bottle of tequila as your own, leaving Daryl with the bottle of whiskey, which he had no problem with. The two of you had inched closer to one another as the hours ticked by, and now there was no more space left to eliminate.

You were giggling like a schoolgirl at Daryl’s comment about Rick  being completely whipped by Michonne when you noticed something- Daryl was smiling.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.” You slurred.

“Don’t get used to it.” He mumbled, drinking the last drop of Jack.

“Can’t really get used to anything these days.” You replied with a sad sigh.

“What do you miss? Y’know, from before.” Daryl asked.

You let out a brief laugh and threw your head back in amusement.

“Sex.” You answered honestly, immediately regretting it afterwards.

“Really? You haven’t gotten laid since-”

“Since what? The whole world went to shit? Pretty much.” You snickered.

After a few moments, you noticed him gazing at you as you took another shot.

“What? What’s that look for?” You giggled.

“I can uh… help you out, y’know.” Daryl proposed, surprising you into silence.

“I uh… wh-”

“What? You’re drunk, I’m drunk… lets make it happen.”

And with that, you hungrily crashed your lips into his, earning an animalistic growl from Daryl.

“This is a bad idea.” You groaned.

“The worst.” Daryl breathed, taking off your jacket.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You moaned as you bit at his bottom lip.

“Definitely not.” Daryl grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap.

“Sex isn’t the answer.” You slid his vest down his toned arms.

“Never is.” He sloppily unbuttoned your shirt.

“We’re about to make a big mistake.” You hurriedly unbuckled his belt.

“Damn straight.”

After unbuckling his belt you subconsciously licked your lips and Daryl smirked. He slipped your jeans off and ran his hands up your thighs, stopping just before your core. You looked him in the eyes and kissed him hungrily, the taste of alcohol mixing, whiskey and tequila, you and Daryl. It was pure passion, even if in a drunken state. You slipped your hand down his stomach and to his boxers, palming him through the fabric making him grunt. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up and walked over to your lounge, and then pinned you onto the sofa and his hair fell around his face, making you giggle.

“You look like a girl!” You giggled but gasped as you felt pressure on your clit.

“I’m not the girl here Darlin’.” He drawled and rubbed your clit harder before stopping and taking his fingers back up. You weren’t sure if you would remember this in the morning but neither of you cared at the moment. You just wanted to fuck each others brains out. Daryl stood up and took his boxers off, slipping a condom on his rock hard member. You felt yourself getting wetter by just seeing his member, ready to be embraced by you. You stripped your panties and he came to you, not even warning you, just slamming inside you, making you scream out loud. He let you adjust and started grinding his hips carefully, making him grunt and you moan in pleasure. The sounds filling the house, the air growing hot and the alcohol pumping through your veins giving adrenaline.

“Faster… Daryl, oh my God!” You yelled and bucked your hips up to meet his and he did what you said and went maybe a little too fast. He started ramming into you and put a thumb on your clit, feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Jesus Christ, how has nobody fucked you this whole time? You’re so damn tight!” He hissed through gritted teeth and rammed one more time, making both of you explode, orgasming the hardest you ever had, even before the apocalypse. Daryl laid down next to you and you both fell asleep soon due to both of you being ridiculously exhausted.

You woke up to the sun shining into your eyes, sending shooting pains into your head, causing you to wince in pain, and you were about to get up when you felt a figure pressing against your back. Your head was throbbing really badly and you felt nauseous all over. As you put two and two together, you reminisced about the previous night. You and Daryl… oh shit. Oh… God! Why did you let yourself get so drunk!?

shit, he’s never going to look at me the same again!’ You thought.

You turned over and gently nudged Daryl in an attempt to wake him up. He grumbled as he opened his eyes, clearly not wanting to be disturbed. It only took a few seconds before the pain washed over him and he too remembered the events of the night before.

“Ugh, I feel like shit,” Daryl complained, burying his head into your pillows. “Sorry about last night.”

“Why? I had fun.” You smiled sheepishly, causing Daryl to look up at you.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Me too.” Daryl smirked a little and took hold of your hand.

“You’re not in any kind of rush to leave, are you?” You asked, your voice dripping with hope.

Daryl pressed a sudden kiss to your lips that answered your question for him. You were slightly taken aback at first, but it didn’t take you long to welcome it.

“I’ll take that as a no.” You giggled and the two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, holding each other and desperately attempting to get rid of the pain of your hangovers.

Please? Part Seven

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

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“Are you in or are you out?” You overhear the conversation between Rick and Daryl. Rick, trying to ask for Daryl’s help, was losing patience with the new boy and mentioned taking him to the next town, whatever that meant.

“Naw.” Daryl bit his thumb and spits a piece of dead skin out. You wish he would stop that dirty habit, but it wasn’t your place to tell him that, not now.

“Alright.” Rick walks off to the car, where Shane is waiting with the boy. “Be back before dark.” He calls.

Carl pulls on the edge of your shirt and looks up at you. “Can we go walk around the field?” He asks you, knowing you will agree to play with him. After all, you were one of the youngest here. “Please?”

With a quick glance at Daryl, who is already walking off, you nod at the little man. “Let’s go.” You smile.

It was a long, boring day around the farm. Carl was his usual ball of energy whilst you drag behind him and make sure he didn’t run off too far. After a while, he gets bored of the fields and begs you to take him back to the house, where he wants to check in on Beth and the others.

But once you get back to the house, you know something is wrong. Lori is bustling around the kitchen like she did when she was angry and you hear the sounds of a crying Beth and furious Maggie coming from Beth’s room.

“Take Carl outside, now.” Lori looks at you then hurries out of the kitchen.

Beth tried to take her own life that day.

You saw the blood on the kitchen rags sitting on the table and heard the devastating cries coming from her bedroom. Little Carl knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t understand. He was young and naïve.

So is Beth.

After a while, Lori steps outside and looks at you, telling Carl to go see if Glenn needs any help. Happily, Carl runs off and yells something about Glenn, which you and Lori ignore. Lori goes on to tell you what happened with Beth and why she did what she did, how Andrea left her alone when she promised Maggie she wouldn’t.

Now this was a life changing moment. You suddenly feel trapped and unsafe. You were never a suicidal person, though Beth didn’t seem like the type either. If you lose someone, would you go into the same shock?

You’re waiting for Daryl at the top of the hill, sitting on one of his makeshift benches he made out of a few old pieces of wood and a few bricks from the fallen building. You’re constantly amazed by him, amazed by the things he comes up with or talks about. He may not realize it, but he’s smart.

After a while, Daryl comes up the hill with his crossbow over his shoulder. He hesitates when he sees you but walks over to his fire pit and throws a ragged shirt in the ashes.

“I moved up here to get away from you people.” He almost growls.

You lean up and swing your legs a little, the bench just a little too high for you. “What happened to your hand?” You ask, motioning to his blood covered knuckles.

Daryl pauses before he swiftly hides his hand by putting a torn cloth over it. He sets his crossbow down on the ground and grabs a water bottle from his tent. “Nuthin’.” He insists.

You hop up and stand behind Daryl, reaching over to easily take his hand and look at the damage. He yanks his hand away, swinging himself around to face you with his eyes narrowed.

“Sorry.” You raise your hands in the air. “Daryl, I just don’t understand why you will go down there and beat a kid up for Rick but you won’t even look at me. What happened to you?”

“This group.” He spits. “This goddamn group is broken!”

“Whoa,” Dale comes up the hill, his gun slung across his shoulder lazily and his hat pulled down a little lower than normal. “Don’t yell at a lady.”

“It’s alright, Dale.” You don’t take your eyes off of Daryl as you speak. “I was just leaving.”

“Please do.” Daryl hisses.

Dale walks over, his mouth turned down and he’s looking at Daryl like he could smell something foul. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that. After everything she’s done for you…”

“Yeah? She shoulda stayed away.” Daryl spins on his foot and picks his crossbow back up. “I don’t know how we made it this far.”

“Daryl—“ Dale starts to argue. You see the red creeping up in his cheeks and neck, but you put your hand up and shake your head. The last thing you need is for Dale and Daryl to start fighting too. It seems everyone was fighting now. It was time to end it.

“I can’t believe Hershel still lets us stay on his farm.” You throw your hands up and start walking away, toward the tents so you can fall asleep and hopefully wake up after this was all over with, but of course you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

The second you got down to your tent, Lori and Rick state that they are going to have a meeting inside in an hour. Everyone was going to vote on how they thought Randell should be handled. Most of them want him dead, but a few say something about keeping him alive.

Honestly, you don’t know how to vote. Dale was back from Daryl’s side of the field, talking to everyone, including you. He was against the execution completely.

Carol found you after a little while and asks, “what’s going on with everyone?”

You agree with Daryl. Everyone is broken beyond repair. To want to kill off some helpless boy, it was cruel in the real world, the old world. But that world no longer existed, you know that much.

“All freaked out over some kid…” You mumble as you two walk together to the house. Everyone else is already inside, getting situated.

It wasn’t a very long meeting. You were a bit surprised to see Daryl standing in the living room, glowering over everyone that looked at him, even you. Though he had very little opinion, he had a lot to say.

“Help!” Daryl called. “Run! Over here!”

Dale was laying in the middle of the field, his insides spilling out over the grass, his moans growing slower and weaker, his eyes wide as tennis balls.

“He’s suffering!” Andrea cries. “Do something, someone!” She drops down beside Dale and tries to avoid the mess that was Dale.

Rick pulls out his gun and points it to Dale’s head. Dale’s eyes are wide still, screaming for help. He may have been telling Rick to go ahead, shoot him.

You back away, trying your best not to cry. This was life now, this was how the world works. Walkers were everywhere, creeping up at any time. You all thought the farm was a safe place, a place you could eventually call home. Now that doesn’t seem possible.

Rick lowers the gun, unable to take the man out of his misery.

Daryl steps up and takes the gun from him carefully, and eyes Rick as he silently nods and backs up, giving the floor to Daryl. In this moment, it seems like Daryl is the better person. He doesn’t want to see anyone struggle, even if he says he doesn’t care.

Daryl drops to one knee and puts the barrel of the gun to Dale’s forehead. “Sorry, brother.” He mumbles  just before pulling the trigger.

Everything stops the second the shot goes off, echoing around the lonely field.

It was like the whole farm goes quiet, nothing but the sound of Andrea’s heavy breathing as she cries into the ground, her face buried.

You take a couple steps back, unable to keep your balance. It wasn’t until you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you do you let go, the tears flowing down your face. It was Daryl, pulling you closer to him so you had something to lean on.

His hands are placed firmly on your stomach as you press your back to him, allowing yourself to let it all out. He lets you, whilst everyone else stands around in shock, Daryl is the one who comes to you, trying to calm you down.

It’s nice, to finally feel his arms around you again. You turn, hiding your face in his chest as the others stand around, looking down at the body that was no longer suffering, the body that was once known as Dale.

Rick x Daryl X Reader threesome!

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Warning: dirty smut, threesome, oral (Rick receiving, reader receiving), anal, just pure sin 
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You waited patiently on the couch for Rick and Daryl to arrive at your house. You smiled to yourself and bit your nail at the dirty thoughts you were having about the two men. You planned on doing something you had never thought of before. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Rick opened your front door.

“Hey!” you said, jumping up and shutting the door behind him. “You okay?” you asked, seeing he looked a little stressed.

“Tough run” he sighed, running his hand over his face and going to sit on the couch.

“How about I help you relieve some of that stress?” you asked bravely. He eyed you up and smiled as you straddled him and started kissing his lips. The kiss was slow, you could feel the movements of his lips against yours but Rick soon quickened the pace, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You bit down on his lip and he did yours, both of you letting out small moans into each other’s mouth. You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot Daryl was coming over.

“(y/n)?”

You broke away from the kiss with Rick and looked at Daryl who was at the door, almost embarrassed about what he had seen.

“Come in!” you said.

He shut the door behind him but stayed in place. “What’s going on?” Rick asked, pushing you off his lap and quickly standing up.

“Wait, everyone just listen” you said. “I invited you guys over cause I wanted to try something” you said in an innocent voice.

“What is it?” Daryl asked.

You grinned at him before slowly unbuttoning your top and letting it drop to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and jeans. You raised an eyebrow at them before turning and walking upstairs, making sure to stick your butt out. Both Rick and Daryl looked at each other before following you up. Once you got in the bedroom you were immediately pinned to the wall by Rick.

“I didn’t know you were a dirty girl” he whispered into your ear and you giggled and nibbled on his ear. You saw Daryl walk into the room and you lightly pushed Rick away, allowing Daryl to step up and grab your neck, pulling you into a rough kiss. Daryl walked back and you both fell on the bed, Daryl grinding his hips into you, letting you feel his hard on from beneath his clothes against your thigh. You moaned at his touch but he soon pulled away to take his clothes off, Rick doing the same as you watched them both fiddle with the buckle of their belt. You jumped off the bed and joined them in changing, all you had to do was take your jeans and bra off. Both Rick and Daryl were now completely naked. You grinned at them and watched as Daryl laid down on the bed.

“Sit on my face baby” his words aroused you and you quickly straddled him on the bed, moving up so you were above his face. He wrapped his arms securely around your thighs and pulled you down on him, his tongue starting to work immediately. Your hips jolted as his tongue flicked over your clit in a repetitive motion. Rick walked around the side of the bed and stopped in front of you, his hands tangling in your hair. You knew what he wanted. You leaned forward as you grabbed Daryl’s hair, your other hand grabbing Ricks hard member. You swirled your lips around his tip and you heard him moan out in relief. Rick moved your head with his hands to the speed he wanted. Daryl continued to eat you out, often moaning which sent shock waves through your body. It caused you to moan, giving more pleasure to Rick. It was like the domino effect.

You pulled Daryl’s hair harder and you started moving your hips to pick up the pace. You took Rick out of your mouth and moaned out when Daryl started plunging his tongue into you. You tried to lift yourself up a little but he had a tight hold on your thighs.

“Daryl, I’m gonna cum” you cried out as you felt the heat building up inside of you.

“Don’t let her cum” Rick growled before shoving himself back into your mouth, this time taking full control and thrusting his hips forward, his tip hitting the back of your mouth. All of a sudden Daryl stopped his movement and lifted you off of him. You whimpered at the lack of pleasure but he replaced it with his fingers. They pumped into you fast and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Between Daryl’s fingers and Ricks grunts, you were experiencing too much. Rick stopped thrusting his hips and pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to take a full breath of air for the first time in a while. Daryl also took his fingers out of you and grabbed your hips, moving you down to his hard member. Rick had now moved behind you and you were almost feeling nervous.

“Fuckin’ slut, gonna have two dicks in you” Rick laughed in your ear, his filthy words making you more wet.

Daryl propped himself up on his elbows and watched as you took hold of his cock and led it to your entrance. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he wanted to feel you. He snapped his hips upwards and you cried out, leaning your hands on his chest as he continued to rapidly thrust into you.

“Fuck” he panted. “You’re tight as shit”

Rick moved next. Daryl had slowed down to give Rick a chance and he spat in his hand, slowly massaging his cock before pushing his tip up against your back hole. “You ready?” he asked, taking a deep breath in so he could control himself from not shoving himself into you. You nodded your head and he steadily pushed in. You grew wider but it didn’t hurt, in fact it was an all-new type of pleasure.

“Fuck Rick” You moaned, his size stretching you out. He laughed and slowly pulled out and thrusted back in, the connection making you jolt forward. Daryl groaned as your boobs bounced forward. He started to move again, quickly picking up the pace as both men were now pounding into you at a fast rhythm. You didn’t know how long you could hold out for. Rick had grabbed your neck and pulled you up so your back was against his body. He was able to thrust at a deeper angle which sent electricity flying through your veins. Daryl had a hold of your hips as well, alternating his eyes from your perfect face to your jiggling boobs. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fucked you faster. His momentum began to slow down and you realised he was getting tired. Rick had loosened his grip on your neck, allowing you to lean forward again and start riding Daryl. You bent down to kiss his neck and you screamed out when Rick slapped your ass, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through you.

“I’m gonna cum” Daryl grunted, his hands now tugging at your hair as you leaned your whole body against him.

“Same here” Rick panted.

You couldn’t reply as the pleasure had made you forget how to talk, but they knew you were about to cum as well as both walls started to clench onto them. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you opened your mouth but no sound came out. You stopped breathing as you allowed the pleasure to course through your body, both boys still pumping into you. Once you were done you collapsed onto Daryl’s chest and they both stopped at the exact same time, both still balls deep into you. Rick’s fingers dug into your hips harder as he came, he was sure to leave a bruise there, and Daryl kept your hair tightly wrapped around his fingers.

When you were all done, you rolled off of Daryl and onto the bed next to him, trying to catch your breath back. The room was filled with heavy breathing and you wiped the sweat from your forehead. Rick was leaning his back against the bed as he sat on the floor, keeping his breathing steady.

“We should have done that a long time ago” Rick spoke, looking back at you and laughing.

You laughed too and nodded your head. “Round two?” you joked, but Daryl and Rick both looked at you, their eyes going dark again as if they were ready for more. You grinned at them and they both jumped up, ready for some more action.
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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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Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: This was a request, hope I get it right. :) My first post-negan era smut piece. Daryl is in the Sanctuary still and is approached by Negan’s daughter (Reader), she takes a liking to him and smut ensues. I didn’t get to the ‘Negan doesn’t approve’ part of the request, may have to make a second part if people like it.

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Y/N hated it here. All the men constantly eye fucking her and making lude jokes when he wasn’t around and all the women disgusted by her because she was his daughter. Not like you had any choice in the matter if you had had a choice you would rather be out on your own taking your chances with the dead. You claw a little at your bedroom window, high above the sanctuary, staring jealously at the staggering walkers you see clawing their way toward the Sanctuary’s gate. One of your father’s men put it down immediately. You sigh in dissatisfaction and close the white lace curtain over the frame again and plop down on your bed.

I am so fucking bored. You say to yourself and begin to play absentmindedly with your hands. Suddenly your door slams open and your father makes his presence known.

“Y/N, I thought I told you I wanted to have dinner with you tonight? Get your ass over to the dining room.” Negan gruffly cried out, the vein in his neck popping from your disobedience. You roll your eyes and sit back up.

“Sorry, dad. I lost track of time.” You huff and walk out the door in front of him and head down the hallway to the small dining room his men had set up for us. You sit down at the four post wooden table and notice that the meal is already laid out for both of you, complete with placemats, utensils lined up on the right side, wine glasses, and a bowl of some sort of soup, still steaming with heat.

“What the fuck is this a five-star restaurant?” You scoff and slump down into the chair, disrespectfully.

You father sits down on the opposite side of the table, smiling to himself at the scene. His demeanor changes slightly at your words, “You’d do well to remember how good you have it Y/N.” He growled with a hint of anger.

“Oh yeah. How fucking good I have it.” You roll your eyes and begin to slurp your soup, you can taste corn, tomatoes, and green beans, as the hot liquid slides down your throat.

One of Negan’s men saunters into the room with a bottle of wine, ready to pour into both of your glasses. You allow him to fill your glass after he pops the cork, you nod in appreciation. Alcohol was one of the only things that got your through with these assholes some days.

The man walks over to fill Negan’s glass and he looks up at the servant, covering his glass with his hand.

“Timothy, fucking tell me this is the merlot and not that fake grape shit again.” He glares at the man.

The man steps back a little, with fear in his eyes, looking again at the bottle, “Yes, sir.”

Negan removes his hand and nods, in a gesture to the man to continue. With now shaky hands the man pours Negan a glass, setting the bottle on the table.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” The man picks a point on the wall behind you both to fixate on as he speaks, with his arms militantly behind his back.

“No.” Negan replies shortly. The man nods once and turns to walk out of the room.

“Jesus, Dad.” You say, chuckling a little to yourself at what a dick he could be sometimes.

“What?” Negan replies, looking at her with laughter in his eye.

You laugh a little to yourself as you lift the bowl in front of you and gulp down the remaining liquid, wiping your hand across your face after you were done. You lift the glass of wine to your lips and sip on the liquid, watching as your father hungrily finishes his own dinner, and takes a sip of his own red elixir.

“So…” Negan begins, swirling the red liquid around in his glass.

Here we go. You thought and tensed up a little, taking a big swig of your drink this time.

“Have you thought any more about what we discussed the other day?” He asked.

You grimaced a little and sighed heavily. As if it wasn’t bad enough being stuck in this post-apocalyptic world with a bunch of these losers, your dad now continued to insist you pick one for your own. You were a grown ass woman and here he is treating you like a teenager, asking you continuously if you had a boyfriend yet. You took another big gulp, nearly finishing your glass off, and stared your father down.

“What makes you think I would ever want to date one of your servants? None of them have any balls, they are all just a bunch of whining bastards that hide behind you. I want a real man and there doesn’t seem to be any around here.” You finish off your glass and slump back in your chair with your arms folded.

Negan sighed, “I know they aren’t much to pick from Y/N, but I want to know that you are protected when I’m gone or if something happens to me.” He says his voice softening, which didn’t happen much these days.

You relax your arms a little at his concern, “I know you are worried, dad. But I’m going to be okay all on my own.” Even before the world went to shit your dad was always worried about you, you didn’t date much, mostly because you were picky af and no one ever really measured up to your standards.

“Besides some whiny bitch boy isn’t going to be able to protect me anyway.” You scoff making Negan laugh out loud and lighten up again, that was the strong-willed daughter he knew and loved.

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