Really. At first I was really taken aback at how cruel and cold Yuri was in this scene; not acting even a little bit flustered, worried or regretful that he made Victor cry, but instead moving his bangs out of the way to watch Victor cry in more detail.
And yet…Yuri isn’t cold, and he’s even had more exaggerated reactions to less: like in ep04, where he touches Victor’s hair and Victor pretends to feel depressed about it. Yuri even bows on the ice as an apology.
So here? I think it’s that Yuri is so so steeped in his issues he never considered Victor would take telling him to go back to skating as something negative, much less hurtful.
In fact, when Victor brushes his hand away and tells him he’s mad, that’s when Yuri finally reacts, getting emotional…but in a confused way. He really did think Victor never planned to stay with him forever. He really thinks Victor doesn’t want to be with him, so he isn’t able to comprehend this sadness.
So here, Yuri isn’t being cold to Victor’s suffering…he likely didn’t realize the tears were of pain. He probably thought Victor was crying because he was relieved and touched about the news.
P: (…) I also want to channel my creative energies into something, I’ve been writing down loads of ideas and I’ve got a load of ideas for some kind of creative project, I just don’t know how to make it yet. That’s really vague ‘cause I don’t even really know what it is yet, but there is something brewing in my brain which i’d like to do.
I need you to talk to Ellie, and to Morgan and my friends, and-and-and – and tell ‘em… I don’t know, I– Look, if I’m supposed to be dead just say something… that will make it okay, that will make ‘em feel alright.
Happy Birthday to French philosopher, Simone de Beauvoir!
“Love lets us reach beyond ourselves.”
Simone de Beauvoir proposed that love is the desire to integrate with another and that it infuses our lives with meaning. However, she was less concerned with why we love and more interested in how we can love better. She saw that the problem with traditional romantic love is it can be so captivating that we are tempted to make it our only reason for being. Yet, dependence on another to justify our existence easily leads to boredom and power games.
To avoid this trap, Beauvoir advised loving authentically, which is more like a great friendship: lovers support each other in discovering themselves, reaching beyond themselves, and enriching their lives and the world, together.
I really love this moment, because Lexa is just standing there with the drawing in her hand with thoughts like, “what does this mean?”, “is this how Clarke really sees me?”, “Clarke sees me as Lexa first and the Commander second?”. And then you have Clarke who’s just being really fidgety and embarrassed and all she can say is, “uh, that’s not finished yet”, while all that’s going through her mind is “asdfghjkljfhdfhbffdhlgridhgkdlhgdklfh TELL HER IT’S FOR YOUR PEOPLE!”
This is a chemical called europium tetrakis, demonstrating the effect of triboluminescence. Eyes glazing over yet? Are you daydreaming of puppies already? All right, we’ll hype it up some: This is how you create a thunderstorm in a bottle by smashing things
The effect happens when crystals don’t bother to generate electricity or heat, but rather skip a step like the lazy crystal bastards they are and convert kinetic energy directly into light.
If you want to see it for yourself but you don’t have any europium tetrakis lying around (if you’re out, just ask the neighbor to borrow a cup!), the good news is that another, more common substance can do the same thing: sugar. Just sit in a dark room, put some sugar cubes in a blender, and watch the fireworks.
Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The
reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard
while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When
Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.
You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke
feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his
lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his.
You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips
roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to
you last night.
There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.
“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.
“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan
yelled from behind the wooden door.
You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door,
unlocking it and opening it harshly.
“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out,
“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.”
He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at
He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big
space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and
beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and
gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at
him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn
“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will
be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a
hint of both concern and sarcasm.
I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”
“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low
voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.
You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at
you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.
Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little
girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training
as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was
no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was
also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.
Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage.
She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding
solemnly to her father.
“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs
who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your
hands, rubbing the sides of your face.
You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway
you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you
are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little
You pause in all the right places and use the puppy dog eyes that you
knew worked so well on your father. He looked up at you surprised for a moment
and then looked down, his eyes staring at nothing in particular, as he thought
your question through.
He sighed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ll get Dwight-“ He started, but you
immediately interrupted him, sitting up and folding your arms together tightly.
“Not that fuck head.” You command, shaking your head fiercely.
“I don’t trust anyone else to do the fucking job, Y/N.” Negan
“What about one of your prisoners?” You ask, fishing for his reaction.
His head shot up in disbelief, “Yeah. I’m gonna let one of the people I
am torturing near my fucking only daughter!” He said sarcastically and laughed
“I mean it dad! Think about it, you could offer them penance for
working it off, and it is near to your heart, so they could prove to you that
they may be worthy of life outside of those damn cells!” You say, trying to
convince him, you were sure he wouldn’t go for it, but you had to try.
“Plus, I have the gun. I won’t ever take it off me, if they try
something, I’ll put em down and it will be one less asshole you’ll have to deal
with.” You knew how much he hated the disobedient.
Negan was silent for a few minutes and his face ungiving as to what he was
thinking. Slowly, he nodded again.
“Okay.” He said shortly.
You smiled inside yourself, but made no change in demeanor outside to
your father, you nodded.
“I think that one, you captured a few weeks ago… You know the one you
said would make a good soldier for you one day? I think he might work. You said
he was strong and smart, didn’t you?” You say, recalling the things your father
had said about Daryl. He really did seem to want Daryl on his side, but he
hated that Daryl wouldn’t break, which is why he had been stuck down in that
hell hole for the past few weeks.
Negan’s head shot up angrily at your request, but he said nothing,
knowing that he did in fact want Daryl on his side as soon as possible, this
may be another way to get at him, he thought.
He nodded. “Dwight!” He yelled loudly. You hear footsteps coming from
down the hallway and Dwight emerged a few seconds later, still sporting that
damn vest. You grit your teeth as he smiles lazily at you, before turning his
undivided attention towards Negan. Dwight does not say anything, he just awaits
instructions. Just like the little bitch
boy he is. You say to yourself, but try and remain uninterested in his demeanor.
“Go down and fetch Daryl. I got a job for him.” He commands and
swooshes Dwight away with his hand.
You and your father sat there in silence for a few minutes before your
heard shuffling down the hallway. Your heart leaped a little and started
pounding in your chest, you felt your body involuntarily shoot up at the sound.
Luckily, your father didn’t seem to notice, he had his head in his hand,
resting on his knee, swinging it back and forth loosely. He was humming to
himself and looking bored af.
You snap your head over to see the man who had made your cry out in
pleasure over and over the night before, Daryl walked in in that god awful
sweat suit, followed by Dwight gripping him firmly by the back of his collar,
like he was a fucking animal. You glared at Dwight, disgusted by the man. Your
fists harden a little, but you try and take a deep breath to calm yourself, in
a few minutes the man would be free of him, at least for a while.
Daryl looks at you briefly with slight confusion, before staring
straight ahead, turning the emotion in his face off. He thought for sure you
sold him out for what happened last night, anger seethed inside him. He
breathed heavily and fixated on a spot on the wall behind Negan, the spot he
would look at while he was beaten down, again.
Negan drops his head from his hands with a dramatic sigh, “Fucking…
Finally!” He says and stands up, leaning backwards in his egotistical stance.
You feel yourself roll your eyes as all daughter’s do when their fathers
embarrass them. Fucking show off. You
smirk a little.
“Dar-yl.” Negan starts and steps dramatically over to face Daryl, who
stands there staring straight ahead, not looking Negan in the eye.
Negan notices this and grabs Daryl by the chin, putting his face inches
away from Daryl’s, forcing Daryl to look into his eyes.
“I’ve got a real important opportunity for you, so you best look at me
in my fucking face.” He commands, letting Daryl’s chin go, Daryl looked into
the man’s eyes, as commanded.
“I’ve gotta go away for a few days, important things to do for an
important man like me!” He says, turning away and sauntering around through the
room. He couldn’t be more obvious if he
had fucking peacock feathers. You say to yourself, laughing inside your
He paces around a bit before striding back to Daryl, standing in front
of him again. “And I need you to look
after this one here… She is… well she is very important to me and I can’t very
well trust some of those men out there.” He pauses. “Hell, you know what kind
of savages they can be.” He laughs, looking sideways at Daryl, who still shows
Negan waits for a reaction for a moment and the stands firm, “Well?!
Speak up, boy! I ain’t got all day!” He yells, irritated, making Daryl wince a
little. “Will you or won’t you?”
“I will.” Daryl says softly.
“What? I can’t hear you…” Negan taunts him, humming his words.
“I will.” Daryl says louder and more firmly.
“Now, that’s what I like to hear! People complying!” Negan smiled to
“Now, should anything happen to her in your care, well then, things
won’t go so well for you…” He says lowly, threatening Daryl with death, just by
using a look.
“However, if I come back and she says everything went just fine and
dandy? Well then! You sir earn your way out of that box!” He yells happily,
enunciating each syllable as he spoke.
“Is that understood?… Daryl?” He asked, putting his eyes to Daryl’s
“Yes.” Daryl said loudly and firm, he was getting the hang of how to
talk to him, you thought. Your dad didn’t respond to cowardice or silence well,
neither did you, in fact you hated it.
“Good! Then we’re all in agreement!” Negan said, looking around at you
to be sure, you nod, and he turns his head back to Daryl, pointing at him hard
in the chest.
“You will never be 50 feet from her, you understand? You don’t let
anyone of those men even look at her out there. You have my permission to take
care of anyone who tries to disobey you. You fuck this up and you will have me
to deal with.” Negan says shortly, before turning around to give you a kiss on
your head and hand you the gun he had swiped from the table, so that Daryl
could not grab it. He hands it to you and stares seriously at you.
“You sure about this Y/N?” He asked you.
You nod. “Yes, Dad. I’ll be fine! Go!” You push him a little, and he
hugs you, before straightening up, composing himself and turning back to the
two men in the room.
“Dwight, come with me, I have some other great jobs for you while I’m gone.” He laughs and puts his hand on
Dwight’s shoulder, leading him out of the room.
Negan shuts the door as they leave and you jump up after a couple of
minutes and slam the giant deadbolt locked. You look over at Daryl who has not
moved an inch, still staring straight ahead.
“You can relax, he’s gone.” You say and run over to the window, lifting
the white curtain and peering out, waiting to watch your father drive out of
The Sanctuary. You look down and see him starting up his vehicle and driving
away, you smile to yourself, and quickly turn back around to face Daryl, who is
looking at you confused.
“What the hell’s going on, girl??” He asked in a loud, low tone.
You smile at the sound of his voice and his eyes on you, you run over
to him and wrap your arms around him, giving him a big hug around his
shoulders. He stands there taken aback, arms still raised in the arm. You
loosen your grip and pull yourself back so you can look in his eyes.
“I just got my father to grant you a couple of days out of that fucking
box, that’s what’s going on.” You smile and kiss his lips quickly. He grunts
and his eyes shift away from you. You smile coyly.
“What? You can fuck me, but you can’t kiss me the next day?” You laugh
a little and grab the sides of his face, forcing his mouth against yours. You
harshly shove your tongue into him and around his. You suck and swirl around
his tongue a few times and feel his hands come closer, until they finally
reached your back.
You let go of his lips and lean back again to see his reaction. He
smirked shyly, not really sure what kind of game this was, but he loved the
feel of you on his lips, and everywhere else.
You laugh a little to yourself, he really seemed to like it when you
took charge. You look him up and down and realize he is still that awful sweat
suit. You caress his chest through the ugly fabric.
“Come on.” You say and pull him toward the door. You unlock the
deadbolt and pull him down the hallway to a room on the other end, on the left-hand
side. You pull a key out of your pocket, looking around to make sure none of
the servants were around. With Negan gone they had little reason to be up on
this level, you took care of your own shit. You slid the metal object into the
lock and turn, hearing it click open. You open the door, looking around to make
sure it was empty, you usher Daryl in and walk in after him, locking the door
again behind you.
“What are we doin’ here?” He whispered loudly, a little nervous.
“Relax, Daryl. I am allowed to be in here.” You say and smirk.
“I just didn’t feel like dealing with any of their shit right now.” You
nod toward the door.
He nods, takes a deep breath, and relaxes a little.
“But, what are we doin’?” He asked, still confused.
You start looking around the room, moving piles of clothes, books, and
papers around. You walk over to the closet and pull out a black t-shirt and
some black denim jeans, you nod to yourself and look at Daryl.
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like
that.” You gesture your finger up and down him, with a smirk on your face.
He rolls his eyes and looks to the side slightly smiling.
You walk over to him and grab his hand, putting your lips just inches
from his ear, making him grow hard. “Come with me…” You say in a low whisper
and grab his hand in yours. You pull him to the door on the backside of the
bedroom and open it. Daryl walks in to find it was a private bathroom, with a
huge shower/bath tub against the back wall. Daryl looks at you with shock.
“You can’t be serious?!” He asked, surprised.
“What? It’s the only shower on this floor.” You say flatly and walk
over to him putting your hands on his chest again, slowly moving your hands
down to the hem of his shirt. You notice he is still so stiff.
“Relax, he’s not even here! No one is. It’s just us.” You whisper
softly into his ear and start to pull the sweatshirt up over his muscular
chest. He raises his arms and you lift it up and over his head. He smiles,
finally being free again from the monstrous shirt. Your fingers dart into the
waistband of his pants and he growls lowly, staring at you with pure desire.
You slowly trace your fingers along his lower stomach, inside his pants.
“I missed you today.” You say, looking up at him with sincerity.
He growls again and pulls your lips onto his, passionately diving his
tongue into your mouth, sucking a swirling around you. You moan in happiness,
trying to capture his tongue in return.
He breaks away swiftly, looking at you with curiosity. He still didn’t
know what you wanted with him, but it looked to him like you might actually
care for him. How the hell did that
happen? He wondered to himself. Looking at you in awe as you stared up at
him with warmth.
“You gonna help me?” He asked with a smirk, nodding to the shower stall
behind you two.
You bite your lip and nod, helplessly, “Yeah…” When he looked at you
with those piercing eyes, it seemed to attack all sense of reason, this was a
bolder man than last night and you loved it.
“You better get those off then.” He says, gesturing at your clothes.
Your whole body is on fire as you think about his hands on you and him inside
of you. You quickly rip your shirt off, unbutton your pants and tug them off,
unclasp your bra, and throw it to the floor, and rip down your panties. He
watches you, licking his lips and slightly growling, “Mmmm…” When you are done
he rips his pants down, as his already hard cock pops free, he doesn’t take his
eyes off of you.
You smile coyly and walk over, open the shower door, bend over and
start the water. Suddenly, you feel him next to you, his hard, throbbing cock
resting on your left hip as he leans into you, grabbing your ass and smacking
it a little. You look up at him and moan, pulling the shower tab up to allow
the shower head to spray the hot liquid into the big stall.
You get up, turn around and wrap him in your arms, pulling his mouth
back to yours and trying to pull his body as close to you as possible. This
made your legs hit to bathtub wall and make you two almost fall backwards,
Daryl caught you both and held his arm to the shower door, brace your both and
pulling you back up. You giggle in his ear, before crashing your mouth into the
side of his neck and sucking on his harshly.
“Damn girl… Let’s get in the tub first.” He moans out when your lips
hit his bare skin.
“Fuck… Alright, girl, get the fuck in there. I wanna make you feel so
good.” He growls, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging on it slightly.
Your lips break contact and he pulls you back so he is staring into your eyes.
He was so fucking hard against your leg.
You nod and lick your lips, climbing in to the shower, backing under
the shower head and letting it drizzle down your naked body, covering every inch
of you. You watch as he steps in, eye fucking you, holding his erect cock in
his hands. He shuts the shower door and walks over to you, stepping through the
waterfall and pressing you into the wall behind you, crashing his lips down
onto your neck.
He harshly sucks and swirls his tongue up and down the side of your
neck, as you cry out to him. “Daryl!” You hold onto his huge, broad shoulders
as he makes love to your neck. He sucks on your skin for a little bit longer,
you watch as the hot water soars down the back of his head and down his broad
back. He breaks his contact with your skin and leaves little kisses up your
neck, to your cheek, and to your lips. He looks up at you with admiration in
his eyes. He crashes his lips back into yours and devours you again.
You feel his hands run up your thighs and roughly push back onto both
of your hips, pushing you harder into the tile behind you. You whimper in
pleasure at the feel of his rough touch.
You look at him as you are swirling around in each others mouths, he
has his eyes closed and is enjoying every second of having you in his mouth.
You tease and massage his hair, which earns you another moan.
His hands slowly run up your hips and stomach, until they reach your
breasts, he takes one in each of his large hands and slowly begins rubbing
them, hard. You arch into him and cry out, pulling your head away from his
lips. He smiles and begins to lick down the nape of your neck, all the way down
your sternum, until he reached your breasts. You tug at his hair playfully, as
you moan out in pleasure.
“That feels so good!” You cry out, tugging his hair into your skin,
Suddenly, his mouth attacks your right nipple and sucks and swirls all
around your breast over and over. “Mmmm.” He moans and vibrates into your skin,
making you so fucking wet. You bite your lip and enjoy the sensation of his
tongue all over you. His lips kiss and swirl over to your other breast and
devour it in a circular motion, sucking and swirling, devouring and flicking
your nipple over and over.
“Oh yes! Baby!” You cry out, pushing his head into you more and arching
your hips into his. He detaches his lips for a moment, looking up at you
hungrily, “You want me baby?” He asked lowly.
You look down at him, biting your lip and rapidly nodding your head. “Yes,
Baby! I want you so bad!” You moan out to him. He smirks, his hands moving down
to your ass and grabbing it harshly, before moving one hand back over in
between your parted legs. His fingers trace up and down your folds and he feels
how wet you are.
“Damn, girl. So fucking wet.” He says, darting his finger in and out of
you a few time, before bring it up to swirl around your clit, making you buck into
him and groan. He smirks and removes his hand, placing it back onto his aching
cock, he needed to be inside you.
You part your legs in anticipation, staring at him as he pumped himself
with his cock. He was so hard and so big. You lick your lips staring at him
pleasuring himself, waiting to feel him inside you. Daryl stands up, looking
directly into your eyes, and grabs his hard cock in his hand, guiding it to your
pussy. You lock eyes and cannot look away, his stare was like pure fire, you
loved to watch them stare you down as he fucked you. You lick your lips and he
crashes back into your mouth, while moving his cock against your folds, pushing
harshly into you.
You moan out in pleasure and pain, into his mouth. “Mmmm…..” You moan
into him as his tongue caresses yours.
His hand moves up to the side of your clit and starts to run his index
finger up and down you, putting as much pressure down onto you as he could, all
the while slowly pumping into you.
You cry out again, “Fuck Yeah!” Moving your hips into him, fucking him
back, as you got wetter with every thrust and movement by his finger on you. He
built up a rhythm, he would stroke you and thrust into you, while pulling your
hips into his with his other hand. You found his rhythm and dipped, bucked, and
grinded in compliance, with every cycle.
The water dripped down on you both as you grind into him and he
thrusts in to you over and over again, each time he put pressure on your clit
and down your pussy. He looks at you as you lose control under his finger and
his cock, his hips move slow and deep, watching you groan in pleasure. He then
picks up his pace so you are bouncing against each other, he watches as you
squeal and scream as he hits into you again and again. “Yes! Yes!” You scream
in pleasure, your eyes closed, feeling every inch of him in you.
He groans and continues the pace you loved the most, he makes you
bounce onto him over and over, as the water pours over you both. His pace picks
up as he grabs your ass even harder, he growls at you.
“Oh Yeah!” His voice picks up in urgency and he grinds harder into your
pussy as his dick pounds you.
You feel his cock tighten and harden even more inside of you and then
he pushes hard onto your clit, over and over until you explode. You cry out at
you cum all over him, as he fucks you hard, faster and faster, rubbing your
pussy long and hard. You convulse a little at the pleasure. He watches as you
cum because of him, and presses down harder alongside your pussy, making you
cum again around him, screaming in pleasure as he fucks you.
He growls into your neck like a wolf and he licks you up the side of
your neck, pulling your head back with his hand, to look at him.
“You ready for me?” He asks, fucking you harder than before, removing
his hand from your pussy and grabbing your ass hard into him with it.
“Watch as I cum in you, baby.” He said and then drilled his forehead
into yours, pinning both your heads into the tile as he moves his other hand to
your ass, both hands now under your thighs, pull them around your waste and
drill into you, hard and fast, over and over.
There is so much pressure it feels like you might break through the
wall, you are crying out in pleasure as he fucks you so good.
“Yeah baby. Cum inside me baby.” You cry out, digging your heels into
him, pushing him harder into you, loving him inside you.
You feel yourself building up again.
He stares at you seriously, as he thrusts strategically with every
pump, seeing that you are ready to cum for him again, he tries to pump slowly
without cumming before you. One thrust, you moan, he slowly shakes into you,
hitting your clit with his core, while inside you. He thrusts like this in a
slow rhythm, trying to control himself, he sees you start nodding in approval
and slowly picks up the pace, while keeping the pressure on your pussy,
“Yeah baby! Just like that, please!!” You cry out and he continues his
hard rhythm into you. You open your eyes and grab his face, pulling his mouth
back into you as he thrusted into you over and over, harder and harder.
“Fuck yes, baby!! I’m cumming so hard!!” You scream out, leaning your
head back and crying out in pleasure, experiencing the most intense orgasm of
Daryl felt you cum, for the third time, and around him so hard. He
smacked your ass as you came and thrust into you harshly over and over, as fast
as you have ever felt, and you felt him cry out into your mouth.
“Fuck Baby!!” He said as his tongue swirled around yours in
appreciation, as he explodes inside you, thrusting rough and deep into you as
he cums, growling in pleasure.
He breaks his mouth from yours and kisses down your neck, before
looking up at you. He smirked, pushing himself a little
deeper into you. You moan as he pushes into you long and hard. You groan at
him, still riding your high and pull his hair back to gain access to his mouth
on your neck.
He pulls out of you and continues to devour your mouth, happily.
“That was so fucking good.” You say in between kisses.
As your highs die down, you both begin to feel and enjoy the warm water
flowing down onto you both. You reach out, grabbing a clean washcloth from the
sink, and a bar of soap you had set up. You lean back in to the shower, closing
the door again, you begin to wet and suds the cloth. Looking at Daryl who
smirks at you.
“I’m gonna wash you down real good.” You say in a sexy tone and snake
your body under his arm, forcing him to turn around as you switch places in the
shower, shoving him under the waterfall of warm water. The liquid flooded his
hair, face, shoulder, chest, dick, legs, down to his feet. He closed his eyes
in pleasure for moment, taking it in, before looking back at you.
You smile at him admiring his reaction, “Enjoy it, baby.” You say
before continuing to suds the cloth up. You lean back on the opposite side of
the shower stall and begin to suds up your own body, starting with your
shoulders and neck, moving down to your sternum, to your breasts, you lean your
head up and close your eyes as you feel yourself. You hear Daryl growl and your
eyes snap open, he is eye fucking you, growing hard again, watching you wash
You bring the cloth away from yourself and walk toward him, crashing
the cloth down on his chest and drudging it up and down, and then up and down
his muscular arm, doing the same with his other arm. You snake your hand around
his waist and begin to rub the fabric up and down his long, muscular back and
shoulders, bringing it up to his neck. You twist your other hand around him,
putting the soap onto the fabric again and rubbing it harshly, causing friction
and more suds, you bring the cloth up to the back of his neck, then bringing
your hands to rest on the front of his chest. You begin to rub the right-side
of his neck, to the nape, and over to the left-side. He moved his head along
with your fingertips motion, to allow you all the access you wanted from him.
You bring the cloth up to his face, slowly tracing every inch of it, his
forehead, his cheeks, down his nose and across his lips. You watch the cloth
hit his lips and you lick yours, missing the feeling of them on you. He looks
at you and smirks, pulling you into him, crashing his lips back into yours. He
shoves his tongue inside of you again and begins to swirl it around yours,
You moan in delight, almost dropping the washcloth in the process, you
catch it and bring it down to his ass, where you massage it into him, snaking
it all around his backside and over to his hip, you rub feverishly, working your
way to his cock, which is fully erect again. You use the cloth in your hand and
pump his dick up and down a few times, making him moan into your mouth.
You drop the wash cloth, needing to feel him in your bare hands. You
bring your hand back up to his dick and wrap it around, as he throbs under your
touch. He moans again and kisses you even rougher, clanging his teeth into
yours for a moment, feeling your hand grip around him.
You move your hand up and down a few times, staring at him as you enjoy
his reaction. You smile, undoing your lips from him and taking a step back. You
coyly push him back against the wall and begin to kiss and lick down his neck,
sternum, stomach, until you are kneeling down in the shower, as the water pours
down on his body. You kneel down in front of his huge cock and lick your lips.
You look up at him and smile as he awaits your mouth, the look of want and need
in his eyes are enough to make you want to touch yourself, but you focus on his
cock in front of you.
You slowly lick up and down his shaft, slowly, tasting all of him. You
swirl your tongue around his tip as you come back up him, making his hips arch
into your face. You smile and slowly put his tip into your mouth, painstakingly
sliding his cock down your throat, until it hits the back. You stop and slowly
move him back out of your mouth, swirling at his tip again, as he exists you.
“Fuck Y/N!” He groans to himself, his eyes closed, loving the feel of
your mouth around him.
You shoves his cock back into your mouth again, this time faster, you
bob your head up and down him, his dick hitting the back of your throat harsher
each time as he thrust into you in response. He put his hands in your hair and
begins to thrust you into him, finding his own rhythm. You obey and continue to
suck him off, bobbing your head in sync with his hand as it pulls your mouth
over him, back and forth harshly.
You moan slightly, feeling yourself getting wet, your hand roams down
between your legs and you start to rub your clit around and around harshly. You
moan over him at the sensation of you getting yourself off. You look up at him
as he thrusts your mouth over his cock and see he is staring down at you, eye
fucking you again. He watches with low, lustful eyes as you play with your clit
while sucking on his cock. He growls and shoves you deeper onto his cock,
forcing you to gag a little. Your eyes roll back in your head and you regain
your focus, rubbing over and over on your clit and sticking a finger inside
yourself, darting it in and out, moaning onto his cock at the feeling.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He cries out, shooting his head back and shoving
you into him harder and harder. You suck, lick, and swirl around him, and shove
him into you as hard and long as you can. You feel his hand erratically begin
to thrust you over him, harder and harder until he slams you into him one more
time and explodes down your throat. You swallow every sweet drop of his cum,
licking and sucking your way up him, as his cock twitches in your mouth. His
hand remains in your hair, softly caressing it as you lap up all of him in your
“Fuck! Take it!” He cries out in pleasure. You moan in pleasure as you
lick up his cock. He tasted so fucking good. You thought as you lapped him up. While
rubbing yourself harder and faster, you groan to yourself as you come all over
your own hand. You remove him from your mouth when you are done, smiling up at
him. He growls and looks at you with serious eyes.
“Fuck. I missed you too.” He growls, grabbing your hair pulling your
You stand up and crash your lips back into his.
It went on this way for the next few days, you barely left your
bedroom, finding every excuse to memorize each other in every way. When he
wasn’t making you cum over and over, he was making you laugh with his
idiosyncrasies, or holding you in suspense with the stories of him killing
walkers and all the horrible people him and his group had faced and triumphed
You told him about your shitty, boring life in this hellhole your dad
called home and how you wanted more than anything to be on your own. Whenever
you described how miserable you were here he would reach over and put his big
hand on your cheek and caress your skin, looking at you sadly, and placing a
gently kiss on your forehead. You loved that.
When you did have to occasionally leave the room, for things like food
and water, he always made a show of it. Puffing his chest out in his black
shirt, walking in front of you, looking seriously at everyone he passed. He bumped
Dwight on the shoulder every chance he got. Dwight of course just took it,
looking down angrily, and walking swiftly away from the two of you. One day,
Daryl stopped him, grabbing him by a familiar vest.
“Hey. Take this shit off.” He commanded.
You smirk a little to yourself, you loved his aggressive side. Dwight
looked at you, questioning.
“You heard the man.” You say simply and gesture to Dwight, to take the
Dwight sighs and looks down, not wanting to know how many of the other
Saviors were watching him be emasculated, by a prisoner of all people.
He rips the vest off and throws it at Daryl’s chest, Daryl catches it,
and glares are the man.
“I’ll be back for my crossbow.” He says lowly, pushing his face into
Dwight’s looking over him dominantly.
Daryl turns around, smirking a little at you, before nodding to you.
You smile back and turn around, walking back up the stairs to your safe haven.
You began to lose track of time around the fourth day your father had
been gone. It was so hard to concentrate with this man on top of you and his
tongue all over you.
You cried out in pleasure as he pushes himself into you, you lost track
of how many times he had made you feel this good, you just knew you were always
ready for him. You nibble on the side of his ear, sucking up and down his neck
harshly, as he pushes his cock into you long and hard.
“Yeah baby! Just like that!” You moan into his ear, digging your heels,
that are wrapped around his back, into his skin harder as he thrusts into you,
over and over. He growls wildly as he begins to fuck you harder, grabbing your
ass and smacking it a little as he does.
“Yes!!” You cry out and push your hands into his back, pulling him
closer into you.
He pushes you back hard into the bed and you drop your hands, falling in
compliance. He stares down at you.
“I wanna watch you cum.” He says and grabs your hips with both hands,
guiding your hips up into him, showing you his new rhythm. You cry out in
pleasure, shooting your head back, as you find his pace and he slams up into
you harder and harder, slamming pressure onto your clit with every thrust. You
hear the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall, over and over, faster
and faster, as he hits into you over and over. You hear him growl and groan as
he fucks you so hard, you feel him slam into you again and again, and you feel
yourself coming close to release.
“Fuck yeah, baby! Harder!” You cry out. He grabs the back of the
headboard with both hands, removing them from your hips. He begins to fuck you
so hard, the entire bed shakes. He thrusts into you harshly and fast, again and
You scream out in pleasure as he hits your clit with such intensity.
You cum with him inside you, fucking the shit out of you.
“Fuck! Yes!! Make me cum! Just like that!” You cry out cumming around
his throbbing cock as he slams into you.
He growls feeling you cum around his cock. He thrusts harder and
harder, thrusting long and hard a few more times before exploding inside you.
“Fuck! Yeah! Y/N!” He cries out as you slam your hips into his as he
cums into you, thrusting wildly.
You groan in pleasure, keeping your legs pinned behind him, trying to
feel all of him inside of you for a few seconds longer. He pulls out and lays
down on top of you, resting his head on the side of your neck, licking you up
and down a little, before placing a rough kiss on your skin.
You smile down at him, wrapping your arms around him. You are both
covered in sweet sweat and your hearts pound into each other. Your breathing
returns to normal soon and you close your eyes, falling asleep with this
amazing man pressed on top of you.
You slept through the night together and before you knew it the first
rays of dawn began to dance across your window pane. You awoke early and smiled
to yourself as you watched Daryl sleep soundly next to you. You wanted to do
something special for him, so you got up, got dressed, and headed down to the
kitchen to make you two some breakfast.
You tip toed down the stairs, one after the other, descending past the
mostly still asleep servants, and down to the basement. You passed the cells
that your man had once been trapped in, and to the locked double doors of the
kitchen. You pull the keys your father had given you out of your pocket and
slammed them quietly into the lock, twisting and turning until it popped open.
You unwrapped the chains and let them fall to the side, as you pulled the
double doors open. You walked into the dining hall, shut the doors behind you,
and skipped happily to the kitchen.
You throw your hair in a messy ponytail and put a skillet on the stove,
using a match to light the pilot light, while turning the knob on the side, a
flame roared to life under the burner. You cracked a couple of eggs into the
iron skillet and watched as they started to sizzle. You flipped the eggs a
couple of times and threw them on a plate nearby. You shut off the flame and
your eyes searched around the room, you smiled and grabbed a couple of whole
peaches from a full basket that was resting on the counter. You grabbed a
couple of bottles of water, tucking them under your arm, grabbing the plate of
food, two forks, and headed out the door.
You sat your food down quickly to lock up again, before grabbing the
plate and bottles again, and tip toeing back up the stairs, through the servants
quarters and back up to your room. You slowly opened the door, looking at the
bed, it was empty. You walked in into the room, closer to the bed and heard the
door slam shut behind you. You spin around, almost dropping the plate in your
hand, and see Daryl standing there with a smirk.
“You scared me!” You giggle a little before throwing the plate and the
water bottles on the table next to you.
“Sort of the point.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrow a little and
rushed toward you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his mouth
again. After a long intense kiss, you were left breathless again, as he moved
his lips to your neck, sucking and swirling around your skin.
“I… I made you breakfast…” You say, trying to control your breathing,
you loved the feel of his lips on your body, it made all sense of reason fade.
“Later.” He says, pushing you both back down to the bed.
You stayed in bed all day, memorizing every inch of each other, he
loved to run his fingertips up and down your body, watching you moan out to him
in pleasure. He loved to watch you come undone at the sound of his lips in your
ear, as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to you. He loved to touch
you in all the right places and watch you cry out in need. He loved to be
inside you, making you cum over and over again, watching you scream out his
name in satisfaction. He loved every part of you.
You felt the same, you’d never thought you’d crave one person’s touch
so much, just the thought of him touching you and kissing you all over made you
want to touch yourself. Just watching him stare you down across the room, made
you want to run over to him and be wrapped in his arms. You always felt he was
too far away if he was not touching you in some way. You loved the feel of his
lips all over you, devouring every inch. You loved how he moaned out your name
right before he explodes inside of you. You loved how he smiled so softly at
you before he closed his eyes and drifted off to asleep. You don’t know how it
happened, but this had been the best week of your life and you ached for even
more of him.
It was getting closer toward dinner when you heard a familiar engine
rumble, you shoot up in your bed, only a sheet is covering your naked body. You
grab the sheet around you, leaving Daryl naked on the bed, staring at you in
confusion. You walk to your window and see your father’s vehicle driving in,
headlights on, as the sun sets in the distance.
“Fuck. He’s back.” You say and throw Daryl his new clothes. “Put those
on.” You say and begin to grab your own clothes that were scattered to every
corner of the room, from earlier events. Daryl stands up quickly and tugs on
his clothes, pulling the black denim jeans over his hips, zipping and buttoning
up, and then throwing on the black t-shirt, covering his chest, much to your
dismay. He grabbed his socks and throw them over his large feet, sitting down
on the bed to shove his feet into the boots that were sitting by his side of
You quickly slide into some panties, throw on and clasp your bra, shake
out your jeans, slamming your legs into them, quickly shimmying them up,
zipping and buttoning them closed. You throw on your white t-shirt, and quickly
throw your hair into a ponytail. You look down and grab the sheet that is by
your feet, throwing it to Daryl who quickly throws it over the bed, smoothing
the fabric out, you throw him one side of a blanket that had spent most of the
past few days on the floor, and you both lifted it up and gently placed it on
the bed, tucking in the sides.
You quickly ran over and crashed your lips into his, you had to taste
him one last time. He grabbed you into him passionately, and devoured your lips
into his, swirling his tongue around yours over and over. He broke the kiss and
looked at you with love in his eyes, he brought his hand up to your cheek,
rubbing it with his thumb. He looked like he wanted to say something, he
started to move his lips, when you heard a loud bang on your door.
“Y/N! Let me in!” Negan’s booming voice came from the other side of the
Your heart jumped at the sound of your father’s fist on your door, but
you took a deep breath and composed yourself, trying hard to find the sarcastic
bitch inside yourself.
“Coming, Dad…” You groan and roll your eyes.
You walk over and unlock the deadbolt, you open the door and find your
father’s smiling face on the other side.
“Hey, kiddo!” He shouts and leans back, opening his arms for a hug.
“Hey Dad…” You say quietly and wrap your arms around him for a short
hug. You detach from him and he tussles your hair, you groan and begin to fix
the damage. He does not notice and walks around you, into your room, looking
straight ahead at Daryl, who is standing still against your back wall, on his
side of the bed. He stares stoically at Negan and then picks a spot on the wall
to stare down.
Negan laughs and walks in, sauntering around your room. He drags his
index finger, inside his black glove, over your table, to your dresser, to the
back wall, dragging it across the surface until he meets Daryl. He lifts his
finger from the back wall and brings it in front of Daryl’s chest, pushing it
into him harshly.
“You.” He says shortly and stares at Daryl with a playful look in his
eyes, waiting for Daryl to react, when he doesn’t Negan smirks and turns his
head back to look at you.
“How did Dar-yl, do this week, Y/N?” He asks, excitedly. “I hope he was
a good little doggy.” He says, laughing back into Daryl’s face.
You roll your eyes at your father’s words. “Jesus, Dad. Lay off. He
did… he was a great help.” You say sounding oddly optimistic. Your father
paused at your change in demeanor and behavior. You wiped the smile off your
face and tried to remain stoic. Calm your
shit. You order yourself in your head, taking a deep breath trying to calm
Negan looks at you as you recompose yourself, he shakes off your odd
behavior, and smiles, taking in your words.
“Well Holy Hell! Is this man finally ready to step up and be a team
player?!” Negan asks out loud to himself, his voice booming.
“Not sure he wants to be one of your butt monkeys, dad. He likes
protecting people. Not sure that will quite fit with your murderous overtones
around here.” You scoff, turning a chair in their direction and plopping down
“Easy, Y/N. That murderous shit pays for all this.” He says gesturing
to your room and belongings.
You could get into that right now, but decide against it. You look at
Daryl who is staring straight ahead, not saying a word, as Negan breathes down
“What do you think we should do with him, then?” He asks you, staring
Daryl up and down.
“Well, I sure have been enjoying not having to watch my back every time
I step out of here. I’ll keep him.” You smile to yourself, butterflies dance
around in your stomach.
Negan nodded, “For now.” He breaks eye contact with Daryl and begins to
walk over to the door, he stops and grabs your chin, staring you in the eyes,
searching for the thing he couldn’t put his finger on. He knew there was
something you weren’t telling him. You stared at him, putting all the innocence
you had into your gaze. He seemed satisfied and dropped his hand.
“Dinner’s in an hour.” He said and you nod.
Negan glares back at Daryl, who has remained still, and then heads out
You slam the door shut and lock it. You run over to Daryl, wrap your
arms around him and begin to devour his lips again. He pulls you up into his
arms, wraps your legs around his waist, and drives you both back onto the bed.
He breaks his kiss and stares into your eyes, “What are we doing?” He asks,
moving your hair to the side, to view your eyes better.
You bite your lip, your heart racing, every inch of you on fire for his
touch again. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to stop.” You say and pull his
lips back into yours, he groans as he slides back on top of you, tasting you
wherever he could.
“Daryl!” You cry out in pleasure as he starts to undress you.
You sat down across from your father, trying to look a serious as you
could. You tried to push the thoughts of what the man standing behind you had
done to you just minutes earlier. You rubbed your face, hoping it wasn’t red,
and smoothed down your messy hair. Daryl stood behind you staring blankly ahead
on the wall, he too was trying to think of anything but how he had just made
her cry out for him, over and over again. He cleared his throat, trying to push
the thoughts aside.
Negan sat down across from you and stared back at Daryl, he looked
Daryl up and down, suddenly realizing that Daryl’s infamous outfit was gone.
“Fuck Y/N. Did you give him my shit to wear??” He asked a little angry.
You scoffed, “Well, I couldn’t very well have him escorting me around
in that dirty piece of shit he was wearing! I have standards you know dad?” You
say jokingly, crossing your arms in defense.
He nodded after a moment, understanding your position.
“Fair enough.” He stated simply. You watch as Timothy walks in and pours
your father some wine, he walks over to you and you nod to him, he fills your
glass as well. He nods and heads out the door. He comes back minutes later,
carrying two plates, on them are some steamed carrots, potatoes, and a couple
of pieces of roast. The Sanctuary raised livestock that your father had
confiscated from another group, so every once in a while meat was abundant. You
breathe in the scent realizing how hungry you are, you had barely come up for
air the past few days, too busy devouring Daryl’s body. Your mind races over
more thoughts of you two and you stare absentmindedly at your plate.
“What’s the matter with it?” Negan asks, watching you with a
questioning look on his face.
You snap out of your dirty thoughts and look up at him, embarrassed. “Sorry,
I was just… Nothing. It looks great!” You say, trying to sound thrilled. You
stab your fork into a carrot and raise it to your lips, you chew it up and
You notice your father still has his eyes on you and suddenly his mouth
drops a little.
“Well, I’ll be…” He says and smirks a little to himself.
“Is it true that my little girl has finally found a man to her liking?!”
He shouts out, loudly.
You look at him in confusion, “What?… What are you talking about?”
He runs his finger down his neck, and then points to you, “Looks like
someone has been doing some serious damage there.”
Shit. You must have had marks on you, you hadn’t even noticed. Undone by a hickey. Nice going Y/N. You
say to yourself, angrily.
Negan laughs to himself, finding the situation thoroughly amusing,
apparently. You reach up and cover your neck, as if somehow that would turn
back time. Negan notices and shushes his hand out to you.
“Oh hell, Y/N. Just having a laugh. Relax.” He chuckles.
“So, who is this lucky servant of mine? Possible, son-in-law?” He says,
stretching out every syllable as he spoke, with a shit grin on his face.
“I told you I wasn’t interested
in any of them.” You said softly, but firm, rubbing your neck uncomfortably.
You didn’t know if you should lie or not, but every part of your being wanted
him beside you again, touching you.
Negan stared at you in anticipation. “Well, if not one of them, then
who?” He asked, awaiting your response. You froze, unsure of what to do.
Suddenly, Daryl steps forward and puts his hand firmly on your
shoulder, staring Negan directly in the eyes.
Negan’s eyes turn from playful to storm clouds in a matter of seconds
as he puts the situation together. You reach up and put your hand over Daryl’s,
looking a little afraid toward your father.
“I found a man that I want, dad. I didn’t expect it to happen, it just
did…” You trail off, rubbing your hand over Daryl’s.
“What the fuck do you mean Y/N?!? How the fuck…” He stands up and paces
angrily around the room.
“Timothy! Get Lucille now!” Negan louds out the door and storms back in
pacing up and down the room.
You stand up, kick your chair to the side, and stand with your back
buried in Daryl’s chest, pushing you both to the wall, until Daryl’s back slams
against it, putting your body in front of his defensively.
“No, Dad! You aren’t going to hurt him!” You say, tears forming in your
eyes, you try and choke them down, you try and remain tough.
“The fuck if I’m not! I ask him to watch over you and he takes that to
mean, ‘Go Fuck My Daughter’??” He screams angrily and paces up and down some
“Dad! It was my choice, I started it. It wasn’t his fault… And it’s
more than that, I think… I think, I love him.” You finish your sentence softly
and look down, realizing this for the first time yourself. You feel Daryl wrap
his arms around you, hugging you into him slightly, at your words.
Negan stops pacing and looks you in the eye, he had never seen you look
this way, ever in your life. Hell if he didn’t know any better, he could have
swore you were telling the truth. It was the same look your mother used to give
him before she was infected. He missed her every day, but was comforted knowing
his daughter was so much like her. He was startled when Timothy ran in, bat in
hand, reaching it out to Negan.
Negan sighed, shook his head, and gestured it away. “Nevermind. Put her
back.” He said. Timothy obeyed.
Negan walked back over to you two and looked you in the eye, Daryl
dropped his arms and you stepped forward to meet your father.
He looked at you softly. “If this is really what you want Y/N, I’ll try
to be okay with it. But if he hurts you…” He rambles off tightening his jaw.
You smile up at him and peck his cheek, “He’s not the type, dad.” You
say happily. You turn back around and smile at Daryl who is looking
questioningly at you both, not sure if he can relax or not. You smile and grab
his hand, pulling him closer to you and your father.
You push Daryl’s hand out and grab your father’s and do the same.
“Daryl, this is my father. Dad, this is Daryl.” You say and they shake
“Nice to meet you, Daryl.” Negan says, with respect for Daryl in his
voice, for the very first time.
It’s like we are running our own private marathon yet we are lying there absolutely still apart from the breathing and my sobs that I just cant control. Because how can he not want this? How can he not feel whatever cosmic shit is happening when were together? I am so angry at him, I am so scared, and I haven’t got a fucking clue where we go from here, apart from that at this moment in time I don’t care. I just need him. I need him to tell me its alright, that he is mine, and that it was all a fucking mistake. But he doesn’t. Instead he just kisses me. And it’s fucking breathtaking.