I combined these two requests into one awesome one shot:
Request: “If you do requests but if you have time you
should do one where the reader is a virgin and falls hard for Daryl and it ends
in fluffy smutness”
Request #2: “I was thinking like the reader is dating
Daryl and decides to finally lose her virginity to him. And if it’s not to
much him finishing on her stomach. That’s just one of the things I see with
Summary: Hope I
did these requests justice! Became one of my longer, hotter ones imo.. :) Set season 3 in the prison. Pre-Governor era. The
reader is new to the group and finds herself attracted to the man
they call Daryl, after he saves her in the woods. The reader is shy and unsure about all things that come along
with the sex, as she is a virgin. Daryl and her get to talking one night and
she asks him to take her virginity. Reader
is around 20 years old. Prepare for cute Daryl fluff in this one, I think he
would be so sweet taking someone’s virginity. :)
Warnings: Reader Family Death, Fluff
and Smut, Losing Virginity Smut (Warning?)
You had been living with your mother and sister in a small
abandoned cabin for a few months, it was modest, one bedroom, one living room,
a small kitchen, and bathroom. There were big windows alongside the north
facing wall, to which you found large, heavy curtains to drape over them,
trying to keep the little light you had from candles on the table, from the
You and your mom and sister were very close, your sister was
a few years older than you and much more experienced with life. She had truly
lived when the world was alive and well, she never missed an opportunity to do
what she wanted, when she wanted. You had always admired this trait in your
older sister. You were the thinker, the one who always had to think things
through, you spent most of your days in the real world lost in homework, trying
to keep everyone but yourself happy. Truth be told? You didn’t know what you
wanted from this life, even before it ended.
Your mom was strong and silent these days, you had all
watched your father get bit during the initial starting months of whatever this
plague was. He was trying to protect you and was devoured by two walkers that
had stumbled into your outdoor camp. After that happened you only stayed
indoors. You mother had taught you how to hunt and scavenger the land, you all
learned as you went, and before you know it years in this world had gone by and
you were all still breathing.
*Not the typical images I share on this blog, but I was pleased with the results.
After the arrival of a cold front late Wednesday (we hit 80 degrees earlier in the week – in January!) Houston’s skies were blanketed with altocumulus clouds. My 93-year-old grandmother described them as “buttermilk clouds,” otherwise known as a mackerel sky.
I photographed the view with an old Hasselblad 500c/m on Fujifilm Neopan 100 Acros that I processed with Ilfosol 3.