Ok so i thought of a really detailed smut request lol. Rick finds the reader (young girl like 20) and brings her back to alexandria and shes very scared and standoffish so rick lets her stay at his house. At night she has a bad dream and crawls into bed with rick in just her tshirt and panties and tells him she had a bad dream. He feels guilty and says they shouldnt be in bed together but she seduces him and touches him and he finally gives in. Im like beyond excited ab this lol. Pls and thk u!
I could not WAIT to write this one, OMG. Hope you like it anon! 💝
Pairing: Daryl x plus size!Reader Word count: 736 Request: @zoeb86 Could you write a bbw story for daryl? Or Jeffrey Dean Morgan
You loved living in the country. You loved the fields, the fresh air, the crickets chirping at night, and the sense of peace it brought you. What you didn’t love, however, were the rude people that could be heard whispering around town.
Since you were a child, you were a bit chubbier than other kids. You were just as active, ate well, and were healthy- you just happened to be bigger than them. Kids were kids. You’d learned to deal with them, and loved your body now.
Your best friend growing up was Daryl Dixon. Not exactly a family name that your parents approved of, but not once had he made fun of you. In fact, you two stuck up for each other. You never let anyone tear him down because of his name, and he never let someone bully you because of your size.
As you grew up, and your child years turned to teens, you were still best friends. Only now, he’d caught your eye. You’d never said anything, simply fawning over his blue eyes in secret. He’d smile and you would do damn near anything that he asked.
High school flew by way too fast, and before you knew it, you didn’t have him by your side anymore. You went off to college, and he went to work. You spoke when you could, but you had a hectic schedule.
Which was why he had no idea it was you pulling into his garage that spring morning. You’d move back to town, and he was the first person you wanted to see. Your face lit up as he walked out from under a car, wiping his hands on an old rag. “Can I help ya?” He asked.
You stepped out of the car. “Maybe. I was hopin’ ya could tell me where to find my best friend.” You laughed.
Daryl gave you the biggest grin that you’d ever seen. “Y/N?!” He couldn’t believe his eyes. You’d always been pretty to him, but you’d grown into a beautiful woman. He figured you’d moved back here with some guy.
“In the flesh.” You teased, walking over to him. “Came to invite you to dinner. My place. Home cooked meal, cold beer. Whatcha say?”
Now this might also go with the appreciation day where I talked about how good she is at acting emotions out on her face. But I just want to reiterate how beautiful she looks while she cries. It doesn’t matter whether it’s Carol crying or Melissa crying but she just looks so elegant while she does.
I for one am jealous of that talent because I do not look pretty when I cry, that’s the main reason why I refuse to cry in front of others. My eyes get all red and puffy, and my mouth and nose get all crunched up because I’m sobbing and… yeah I’m envious of her ability to cry beautifully.
Daryl’s bike breaks down by the side of the road. AU
Warnings: None (1928 Words)
Daryl’s bike shuddered, the engine spluttering its last breaths like a dying man before he slammed his boots on the tarmac and heaved off the seat. With a groan he pushed his Yamaha to the side of the road, avoiding any potential incoming traffic although at this time of night in rural Georgia a passing car was unlikely. Very fucking unlikely, Daryl snorted pulling off his helmet and throwing it on the grass.
He closed his eyes, savouring the coolness of the night before batting away the tendrils of hair that always seemed to find a home over his eyes when he was riding. When he pulled his phone from his pocket it was just as he suspected, no signal. Perfect.
He cast a long hopeful look around the surrounding fields for any signs of hazy light that would indicate a house, or even better a town, in walking distance. There was nothing.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been stranded in the middle of nowhere like this. Since he’d moved to LA he hardly ever made it back home to Georgia. Why would he? There was nothing here except the shithole house he’d grown up in and his ex con big brother. But his manager had decided to book a gig near the one horse town that birthed all of Creep’s band members and he’d had no choice but to accept it.
Prompt: could you possible write a Tara x fem! reader imagine where the reader is a somewhat stoic person (doesn’t smile much around others, tends to like doing stuff alone, etc.) but she meets tara and develops a crush on her and isn’t her usual “ lone wolf@ self (constantly blushing and stuttering/embarrassing herself around Tara, but tara thinks its cute . lots of fluff please! Thank you!!! - Requested by Anon
Pairing(s): Tara x Reader
Word Count: 914
Warnings: none (?)
Notes: Took me way too long and you have my sincerest apologies, I hope I did Tara justice cause I goddamn love her and the request!
“You need to stop staring and go talk to her.” Aaron stated, sitting down beside you on his and Eric’s porch.
You huffed out, continuing in your observation of Tara talking to Rosita. He chuckled, leaning back on his hands. “I just don’t know what to say.” You mumbled, glancing at him. He grinned.