My Sweet Escape

I have several Daryl Dixon/OFC fics that I will be posting. Requests are open, so hmu. I can write for any of the TWD characters, but DD is my favorite to write. Please, if you are under 18, DNI.

[azanoni]

Melting Point

⚠️⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️⚠️

18+ only please!! Rated M for smut & language. P in V sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, & probably other stuff I should put here but it’s late, so…

*I do not own anything from TWD. I only borrowed some characters & Alexandria for my story.*

**I do not give permission for my story to be copied/plagiarized/manipulated in any way. This is my own original work.**

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The wind howled, whipping tree branches to and fro. The sound of the tall pines groaning as they swayed and the screeching whine from the eaves put Aubrey on edge. A blizzard was battering Alexandria, and all of the occupants were hunkered down. The only warning they had came from Eugene. He told everyone that he suspected bad weather was heading their way. The barometric pressure took a nosedive and the wind started blowing from the north. Enormous dark clouds swallowed up the sky and the temperature fell sharply. Eugene ran from home to home like his mullet was on fire, warning people to gather provisions immediately.

Daryl sent Audrey to Olivia’s house to get enough food for a few days, and some winter gear for him. He, of course, would be venturing out in the weather to make sure that everyone was safe, as well as taking watch shifts.

Aubrey spent the day covering windows and doors in her and Daryl’s basement apartment with pieces of heavy canvas that had been brought back from some run or another. Daryl built a fire in the little cast iron stove and brought in plenty of wood to keep it blazing. After she was sure that every crack and crevice was covered, Aubrey looked through the food they had for something that would warm Daryl up when he came home.

The storm raged on as night fell. Aubrey was fresh out of anything to do except wait for Daryl to return. She already had an assortment of things on the nightstand that she thought he might need. There was a large tub of Vaseline in case his hands were chapped, and lip balm for his cracked lips. There were tissues for his runny nose as it always ran when he was cold. And, there was a thermos full of hot cocoa to warm his bones, as he liked to say. The only thing left was to curl up with a book. He’d brought it back just for her. It was one out of a series. On one of the more recent runs, Daryl found a box set of the Gunslinger series by Stephen King. Downtime was a rarity, so she took full advantage of it.

It was sometime after midnight, at least according to the clock Eugene made for Audrey’s birthday when Daryl got home. The little basement apartment was warm and cozy. The fire was going strong, and Aubrey had left a couple of oil lamps burning. Aubrey lay sleeping with her hand resting on the last page she’d read. She was wearing one of his flannels he noticed. He secretly loved when she wore his shirts. It made him feel special that he had a girl who was proud to wear his shirts. It was like she was showing that she had staked her claim on him.

Daryl was frozen to the bone when he climbed into bed. He couldn’t resist the warmth radiating from Audrey. He drew her into his arms and held her against his body, absorbing her heat. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her scent. It gave him both physical, and mental comfort. She was his safe spot. No matter what was going on, good or bad, she brought him peace.

“Shhh. ‘S just me, babydoll. Go back to sleep.”

Aubrey moaned softly and moved her backside against him, causing Daryl to grunt. Her skin felt like fire against his. The temperatures had to be in the teens or colder, and the wind was brutal. Daryl had been in and out of the weather for hours. He was icy and it made Aubrey shiver. Still, she always loved that she could feel his love and protection envelope her and keep her safe while she was most vulnerable.

Aubrey wriggled against him again, making him moan once more. She loved the sounds he made, especially when she teased him. The temperature of his skin woke her up more than she’d let on, and she was rather enjoying the noises she pulled from him.

Daryl ran his hand over Aubrey’s ass. The panties she wore were silky and soft, and he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his hand over them. She had no idea what she did to him every single time he looked at her. If he wasn’t touching her, he was thinking about it. Often, he would get caught up in his fantasies of things he wanted to do to Aubrey and sometimes find himself in a very uncomfortable situation. It never failed that someone needed something when he was in the middle of a mind-blowing fantasy and his dick was hard enough to crush diamonds.

“D’you feel what you’re doing to me? You got some audacity to lay here lookin’ so beautiful, rubbing those silky panties against me.” Daryl ground his hard cock against her ass, grabbing and squeezing a handful of the supple flesh. “You’re making my dick ache, sweetheart.”

Daryl slipped his hand down the front of her panties and started circling her clit with the pad of his middle finger. Aubrey rolled her hips around, keeping her ass in contact with his hard cock. Daryl swept her hair away from her neck and laid a trail of kisses up to her ear. Aubrey moaned and turned her head to give him more access to her neck.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Keep doing…oh, God! Just like that!”

Aubrey squirmed around so she could open her legs wider for him. Daryl moved, hovering over her, tasting her sweet kiss. He moved his fingers down and teased her opening, fully taking in all of the sounds she made just for him. He dipped his head and lightly bit her nipple at the same time as he pushed his two middle fingers into her. She was warm and wet and her walls contracted around those two thick digits.

Daryl moved his fingers in and out of her, hooking them just the way that they stroked that little spot that made her wiggle and chase him for more.

There was too much separating Daryl from Aubrey. That flannel shirt covered her amazing body and her panties restricted his movement.

“You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart.” Daryl rolled onto his back and pulled Aubrey on top of him. “Let me see you, darlin’.”

Aubrey swirled her hips around, barely making contact where Daryl needed it most. She gave him an impish grin as she teased him, slowly unbuttoning the warm flannel she was wearing.

Daryl sank his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass and roughly pulled her down against his cock with a loud groan as he thrust against her.

“C’mon, Aub. Don’t tease me. I’m hurtin’ for you.”

“Maybe you should rest, babe. I mean, if you’re in pain…”

Aubrey made like she was going to button up her shirt, but Daryl snatched both of her wrists.

“Nuh-uh, babydoll. Take it off. Said I want to see you.”

Aubrey giggled as she let the shirt fall from her shoulders. Her nipples were achingly hard. Daryl moaned out loud when she squeezed both of her ample breasts in her hands.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty. I want you all the time.”

All that separated them was the fabric of Daryl’s boxer briefs and Aubrey’s black silk panties. She used the slipperiness of the material to her advantage. She slid back and forth on the outline of Daryl’s hard-on. He made the most sensually intoxicating sounds she’d ever heard.

“I need you outta those panties, darlin’. I can’t take it anymore.” Daryl moaned and writhed under her and it was dizzying how hot it was.

Aubrey crawled seductively down the length of Daryl’s lean form, hooking the waistband of his underwear as she went. He sat up on his elbows and watched as Aubrey ran her tongue from his balls to the tip.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Daryl moaned.

Aubrey turned her eyes up and locked them with Daryl’s as she slowly circled his well-defined tip. When she began taking him fully into her mouth, Daryl’s toes curled and his hands shot into her hair. Aubrey had to place a steadying hand on the little patch of dark curls and give a little tug to remind him to let her do the work.

“Fuck, Aubrey,” Daryl growled. She was giving him a world-class blowjob and now her hand was wrapped around the base of his dick and moving in time with her mouth. Nothing compared to this, in his opinion. Not just this blowjob, but every time they had sex. Sometimes, he’d sneak up behind her while she was making breakfast and finger her just to the point of orgasm. He would stop, she would beg, and sometimes he gave her immediate relief. Other times, he made her wait. She would be worked up all day long thinking about how close she was to cumming on his fingers and then made to wait. The second he walked through the door, it was on.

“C’mon up here, Aubrey. Come show me how good you can fuck me.”

“You have no idea how good you’re gonna get it.”

Aubrey made a big show of taking off her panties. Daryl watched with hooded eyes and intent. It felt like he’d begged for her to take them off for hours now.

He couldn’t move as she crawled over him. Her skin was hot but so soft. Aubrey flicked her tongue over his nipple and then bit it hard enough to almost be painful. She did the same to the other one and began sliding her wet pussy up and down Daryl’s hard dick. She kept it up, moaning and whimpering with every pass.

“Please, Aubrey. You gotta give it to me, baby.”

Aubrey lined herself up to take him but paused to give Daryl an evil grin.

Daryl growled and grasped her ass with both hands. He moved them simultaneously to get what he desperately needed.

“Fuck, yes! Jesus, Aubrey.” Daryl’s head went back into the pillow and Aubrey started to move. It was slow and deliberate and it felt like heaven.

Aubrey rose up on her knees, all the way to the sensitive head of his cock. Daryl made the most delicious sounds and Aubrey craved them. She moved so slowly that Daryl was certain that she was trying to torment him to death.

“C’mon, baby. I need it. Fuck me, Aud.” Still, Audrey kept the same pace going. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, but she wasn’t giving it up that easily.

Daryl dug her fingers into her ass and tried to make her move, but Aubrey had other plans. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“Patience, love,” she smiled. She rolled her hips as she rode him. Daryl was in a world of exquisite bliss. She knew he secretly liked to be teased.

His lips were pulled into a tight, thin line, and his brows met at a peak in the middle of his forehead. He planted his feet on the mattress and thrust up into her, hard.

“You won’t gimme what I want,” he snarled. “Guess I’ll just have to make ya, won’t I?” He pulled his wrists free and had hers pinned behind her back with one of his hands before she could blink. He smacked her ass with his free hand and then squeezed the sting, making her yelp.

“Fuck me, Aubrey.” The commanding tone of his voice oozed with masculine sexiness. He had no idea what he did to her when he dropped his voice an octave or two and looked at her a certain way. Much like the way he was looking at her now. Like he was daring her to defy him.

Daryl smacked her ass again, harder this time, and narrowed his eyes. He wanted what he wanted, dammit.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a scorching kiss. She still couldn’t believe that someone as timid as him could be such a dirty kisser.

“That’s it, darlin’. Oh, yeah, mmmm, just like that.” Aubrey had no choice after that kiss. She was good and primed and she no longer had control of her body. His dick was perfect. It hit all the right spots and made her scream every time.

She heard Daryl blow out his breath that silly way he did when he was about to do something strenuous. Aubrey tried to free her hands so she could brace herself, but Daryl tightened his grip and smacked her ass again.

“Oh, God. I love it when you’re rough.”

“I’m just getting started, babydoll.” The tip of his tongue darted out between his teeth and he bit it with determination. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Aubrey planted her hands on Daryl’s shoulders.

“Good idea, baby. You’re gonna need to hold on for this.”

Daryl pushed himself up into a sitting position in the middle of the bed. He braced himself with one arm and wrapped the other one around her waist. His nose brushed hers as he teased her lips with his.

“You feel so fucking good, Aubrey.”

“Oh, God…so do you!”

Daryl couldn’t hold back any longer. He pounded into Aubrey harder and faster by the second. Soon, Aubrey couldn’t keep up with his pace, the coil in her belly tightening so hard and so fast that she simply couldn’t focus on anything else. The euphoria and Daryl’s guttural sounds had her falling over onto the mattress. Daryl didn’t miss a beat. He hooked his arm behind her left knee and pulled it toward her chest as he fell down behind her.

“Don’t stop, Daryl I’m…oh, fuck!”

“You’re what, pretty girl? I wanna hear you say it.” Daryl was right in her ear, moaning and breathing hard and she couldn’t respond.

“C’mon, baby. Cum on my cock.” Daryl had never spoken such filthy words to her and it was all it took to send her over the precipice.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck yeah, Aubrey!” Daryl fucked her through one orgasm and straight into another one before his thrusts began to lose the rhythm and pace he’d kept up for so long. He grunted and moaned and huffed and Aubrey ate up every bit of it.

“Oh, yeah…oh, shit!” Daryl began to loudly growl and for the next minute, he pounded into Aubrey without mercy. He cried out so loudly when he came that she slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Oh, baby,” Aubrey panted. “That was…Oh, my God.” She turned as Daryl clumsily pulled her tightly into his arms.

“Mmm-hmm,” was all he could offer in response.

A little while later, Daryl sat between Aubrey’s legs leaning back against her chest. She was feeding him potato soup. She loved spoiling him, and he didn’t mind it so much either.

“Sounds like the wind is picking up even more,” she commented. Daryl nodded in agreement as he wiped his mouth.

“Yeah, well, somebody else gets to work tomorrow. You and me are spending the day right here.”

“Whatever are we going to do with ourselves?” Aubrey laughed, kissing the top of Daryl’s head.

Daryl put the bowl on the floor and sat up on his knees facing her. He had that devilish little grin on his face that she adored. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down on the bed, hovering over her.

“We’re gonna see which one of us can make the other scream the loudest.”

[saywhat-politics]

Wild that a sitting member of Congress, a Republican no less, feels compelled to post this.

Pam Bondi, Thomas Massie clash in heated exchange over Epstein files. What was said

[shame-in-you]

I think this might be my favourite era of his

[imsokulz]

Holy face card

[darylsdelts]

For any other weirdos who wanted this slowed down to watch his mannerisms like I did

Pt1/4

[spravado]

I missed this version of Daryl♡

[mahjong-mahjong]

the boondock saints (1999)

[tryingiton4size]

the feminism leaving my body when I see Daryl smoking

[dixonlvr]

Daryl with girly gf◇

CW: fluff!!!

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◇ Daryl notices he likes you when he can’t stop thinking about your smell; sweet, fruity, floral, even in this shit-hole of a world. He likes how soft your hands are when your fingers brush while exchanging items. He likes the way you talk to him, soft and gentle.

◇ When you start dating, he loves how you feel in his hands, your whole body soft and smelling amazing after using the creams and sprays he brought back for you on his runs. He loves when you kiss him with your red, glossy lips. He especially loves when you leave a lip-gloss print on his cheek or neck, marking him as yours. (He secretly likes when some gloss gets on his own lips, it keeps them moisturized, not that he’d admit it.)

◇ At first, he brings you every kind of makeup and skincare product he can find on his runs. After you explain what each thing is and what you actually use, he starts bringing back only what you ask for, your favorites, every time.

◇ He secretly loves when you shower with him and use your products on him, washing his hair with your shampoo and conditioner, running your hands over his body with your coconut body wash. He loves walking around smelling like you.

◇ He loves seeing you in your girly two-piece pajama set and slippers; you look so soft and comfy it makes him smile.

◇ Every night, he loves when you apply hand cream to his hands and chapstick to his lips. He feels better with softer skin, even if he’ll never admit it out loud. Everyone notices, teasing him about how the tough, silent archer is suddenly moisturized and showering, but they all find it kind of endearing.

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[itwasntaphasema]

The thought of you

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Younger!Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl couldn’t help but come to the thought of your tits as she you ran around tagging Carl and Beth in that thin tank top with no bra on.

Warning: masturbation, NSFW, age gap (reader is in her mid twenties and Daryl is in his mid thirties), Not proofread.

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He shouldn’t be thinking about her.

He knew that.

Knew it the second his hand slid down, palming himself through denim that was already damn near painful from how hard he was. He’d been holding back all day, trying to push her out of his head, those flushed cheeks, that little giggle, the way her tits bounced with every step she took across that field.

But she was in everything now.

In the heat of the air. The sweat on his skin. The smell of grass and sun and her damn shampoo that lingered on his flannel from when she bumped into him yesterday.

It was all her.

And when her chest hit his arm today when he felt her nipples through that soaked tank top something inside him snapped.

Now here he was, on his back in the shadows of his tent, eyes squeezed shut, belt already undone and jeans shoved just far enough down.

He wrapped a hand around his cock hard, heavy, throbbing and let out a low groan as he finally gave in.

He imagined her just like she was earlier: flushed, breathless, laughing. That soft smile on her lips as she clung to him like she wanted to. And those tits…God, those tits pressed up against his bare chest, nipples dragging across his skin while she rocked on top of him, innocent but needy, grinding down like she couldn’t help herself.

“Fuck,” Daryl muttered under his breath, stroking slow, tight, his hips twitching upward.

In his mind, she was straddling his lap in the tall grass behind the barn, tank top pushed up over her chest, her bare skin bouncing just for him while she gasped his name.

She’d whimper. Bite her lip. Try to muffle those sweet little sounds.

And he’d love it.

He’d whisper dirty things in her ear, tell her how tight she was, how pretty she looked stuffed full of him, how long he’d been wanting to ruin her in the quietest, filthiest way possible.

His pace picked up, rougher now, breath ragged. Her name slipped past his lips, low and shaky.

He imagined her saying his name for once, all breathy and wet, begging him not to stop.

The thought alone made his stomach tighten.

“Shit—”

He came hard, hot and fast, hips bucking off the cot as he spilled over his hand. His throat clenched with a groan, jaw locked tight as the last waves hit.

For a moment, he just lay there, panting, sweat cooling on his chest. The tent was dark, quiet, and heavy with the smell of sex and summer heat.

Guilt crept in slow. But not enough to stop the need still churning in his gut.

He’d touched himself to her before.

But this time felt different.

This time, it wasn’t just a fantasy.

This time… he knew what she felt like against him.

And now, he didn’t think he could ever forget.

[spotnana64]

homemade normi gif

i like how sad he looks :P

[luvcerecita-deactivated20260126]

HANDSOME BOY ♡

Summary: Daryl and fem!reader welcome their son, who looks just like Daryl. Warnings: Mentions of sex and pregnancy. Fluff.

You met Daryl back in Atlanta, a couple of days into the end of the world, and you liked him from the start.

He liked you back, you assumed. You were one of the few people he seemed to have patience with. He listened to you when you talked and, most importantly, allowed you and your archery equipment, which you hadn't used since high school, to join him when hunting. He even taught you how to hunt and track!

Friendship turned into casual sex in his tent at the farm, which led to a confession where you both agreed you wanted something serious when the said farm was overrun by walkers.

A couple of weeks later, you were taking a pregnancy test in an abandoned gas station while he guarded the door, and then you cried in his arms out of fear when it turned out positive.

But now, you couldn't be happier.

You lay in your shared bed of your cell, a light layer of sweat coating your forehead, which Daryl wiped gently with a damp cloth, as you held your baby boy, doing skin-to-skin for the first time.

The little baby nursed from your breast. He was a little pink, eyes hardly open, but enough to notice the same blue irises that your husband had, with a couple of blond hairs and his father's whole face.

"He is so beautiful, right?" You giggled, tracing with your index finger your newborn's cheek with the lightest of touches.

You only received a hum of agreement from him, but you understood it perfectly as you looked at your husband.

He was kneeling next to you on the bed, head close to yours, looking entranced—absolutely in love with your creation. His hand was nervously hovering close to the baby's head, like afraid to touch him, and the pure awe in his eyes made your heart clench.

You grabbed his wrist carefully and guided it to the tiny head. Your baby responded with an adorable newborn sound, but continued nursing, and Daryl's shoulders sagged, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered, and it was heavy with adoration.

You turned your face a bit, kissing the top of his hair, and lingered for a moment before pulling away to look at your son again.

"He looks just like you. I think I'm a printer," you chuckled, and he did, too.

"He does." His voice was quiet, but loving. He gently rubbed the baby's head before pulling away, still admiring him, almost studying him—taking in the moment and engraving it into his brain to cherish it forever.

"Now you can really see what I mean when I call you handsome, huh?" You half-teased, smirking, and he chuckled again, but when you looked at him, his eyes were glassy.

[angelicarlert]

[brntorun]

Outtake from Interview.

[mrsreedus20]

How is he so perfect 😍

[smuttfuelled]

His ear always peaking out is my favourite thing ever.

[luna-azzurra]

Tips for Writing Emotional Breakdowns

✧  Crying isn’t pretty. It’s snot, blotchy faces, gasping for air, and red-rimmed eyes. Forget the single tear rolling down like in Hollywood.

✧  Anger often hides hurt. People lash out, slam doors, shout, not always because they’re just mad, but because they’re covering up fear or pain.

✧ Shaking is common. Stress dumps adrenaline into the system. Hands tremble, voices break, knees won’t stay steady.

✧ People go quiet, too. Not all breakdowns are screaming and sobbing. Some are dead silence, staring off, numb responses. Equally devastating.

✧ Exhaustion hits after. The “post-breakdown crash” is real ... headaches, sore eyes, complete emotional hangover. They’ll want to sleep for hours.

✧ Words get messy. Rambling, repeating the same sentence, stuttering, saying things they don’t mean. Emotions trip over themselves on the way out.

✧ Breathing changes. Short, shallow breaths, hiccupping gasps, or holding their breath without realizing. Sometimes it even feels like they’re choking.

✧ Embarrassment creeps in. Once the wave passes, a lot of people feel ashamed, apologizing or avoiding eye contact. Vulnerability often leaves guilt in its wake.

✧ Physical pain shows up. Tight chest, stomach aches, tension headaches. Because emotions don’t just stay in the mind , the body carries them too.