I post innocent tickle content, mainly about shows I currently obsess over. At the moment, it is The Walking Dead. I sometimes make memes too.
I am open to requests, but this blog is a part time pleasure, therefore I am not frequently on it.
My tickle content is generally tickle fights, as I find them super sweet and wholesome. To me, tickling is a gentle and fun way to bring people closer to each other, given that there is consent and enjoyment from both parties. I do not role play, write inappropriate content (as in sexual or abusive), and do "Y/N" fics. I just write scenarios I imagined when viewing the episode and how a tickle moment could of been cute had it been added.
I am someone who grew up in a strict immigrant family, so tickle fights are not something I experienced. Perhaps writing scenarios is a way to cope with what I lacked in my life (sad little violin plays).
For which ever reason you are here, welcome and feel free to stay as long as you wish. I hope my writing and posts bring you joy and comfort.
wassup! I was wondering if I could request a daryl x leah tickle fic please? Maybe leah finds out that daryl's sides and stomach are super ticklish? I don't see much leah x daryl fics haha Thanks!
Hi! That’s a super cute idea!
Laying in the flimsy tent, feeling the cold of the ground through the sheets, Leah and Daryl lay side by side. They weren’t saying anything to each other, Daryl seemed lost in his thoughts, daydreaming. She observed the smallest details of his face with a subtle loving stare.
“Tell me about your childhood,” her voice interrupted the silence.
“Ain’t much to tell,” Daryl turned his head to face her, their noses nearly touching.
“I doubt that,” she smirked at her own remark, making him smile too. “Fine, keep it a secret,” she turned her head to face the sky, “tell me what you miss from the normal life.”
He did likewise, as if looking for an answer on the walls of the tent. “Mmh, I can’t think of nothing.”
Another wave of silence was soon broken by her voice once again.
“I miss jogging in the morning,” she smiled at the ceiling.
“You one of those, huh?” He let out a husky chuckle.
“Shut up.” She jabbed his side with her elbow, making him let out a louder chuckle.
She turned her head sharply, a smile forming on her face. He didn’t take notice of her stare, and went back to thinking of an answer. She squeezed his side experimentally. Another husky chuckle with an arm coming to block any further attack.
“Stop, im trying to think,” he swatted her hand away. She reached right back, gripping her hand on his size and squeezing repeatedly. He curved onto his side, grabber her hand with his and trying to unhook it from his side.
“Leheheah! Gihihive mehe a damn minute!” He barked in between low chuckles.
“Forget the question, this is way better,” she lifted herself on her elbow, reaching to squeeze his other side the same way. At every squeeze he jerked his whole body, his chuckles turning into a laughter.
“StohohOP! EnohohouUgh! AH! OKAYHAYHAY STOHOHOP!” He kicked his feet as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
“I didn’t know you’re so ticklish Daryl! Would have used that to my advantage from the start!” She squeezed his sides relentlessly, switching from under his ribs to right above his hips, digging lightly her nails into his sensitive body. He held onto her arms, not physically protesting her attack, but more as a moral support to the torturous ticklish sensation shocking his entire nervous system.
“PLEHEHEASE ENOHOHOUGH I GIHIHIVE UHUHUP,” He threw his head back as she slid her hands under his shirt, scribbling all over his stomach. “No! I just started! Let me have my fun,” she teased, knowing that the light tickling is driving him crazy. He laughingly whined from despair. She laughed too, alternating between tickling his stomach and his sides. Getting off and kneeling by him, she let Daryl curve into a small ball of a human, holding his sides and stomach with his arms as she poked in between his fingers and squeezed every little gap. As his laughter got silent, she tortured him for two more minutes, giving him a harsh last tickle that left him a giggling and panting for air mess. She lay back down beside him, their noses touching.
“I missed… laughing so.. hard…” He breathed out. “Your.. turn.” He reached and squeezed her side. No reaction was given from Leah. “What??” He squeezed again, his eyes widening.
“Forgot to mention.. im not ticklish.” At that, she jumped at him again, digging her fingers into his sides as he burst out laughing once more. By the end of their ticklish wrestling match, the tent was completely destroyed, and so was Daryl, giggling with a pink flushed face.
Hii, hope you're well! I was wondering if I could request a fic with Daryl x Rick please, where rick just absolutely wrecks Daryl and teases him for it? Thanks! :))
Hi! Absolutely!
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After a long and difficult time living out there, being within the walls of Alexandria didn’t feel so wrong anymore. Food, beds, clean water, hot showers… Rick knew this was needed for his people. After suffering and barely surviving, who wouldn’t want to enjoy some nice silky sheets and hop in a hot shower? …. Except for Daryl.
Rick shaved the last line of beard left on his face, revealing a much younger-looking him in the mirror. He stared at his reflection for a moment, in disbelief of what he had become outside of the walls, and in relief of seeing his old self resurfaced from underneath the scary beard and dirty outgrown curls. He gave himself a much needed haircut. He put some fresh clothes on and stepped outside. He found Daryl sitting on the porch next door.
”Daryl!” Rick called, making the former turn his head.
“What?” He barked back.
Rick, finding it uncomfortable to yell in such an unusually quiet environment, walked up to Daryl’s porch.
“Go clean yourself up.”
“Nah.” Daryl looked down, ripping the petals off a daisy.
“Why not? We finally have some hot water. Did you even go inside?” Rick stepped over him and wiggled the locked door handle. He turned his head back to Daryl as he heard the sound of keys jiggling.
“Nah.” He threw them at Rick.
“Come. Aren’t you curious?” He entered, followed by a groaning Daryl. The house was similar to his, it just had different colours and furniture. He chuckled and rubbed his hands together, leaving the keys in the lock. “Oooohohoho. Look! A whole bed to yourself! And - oh! A shooooweeeer!” He showed Daryl around like a tour guide, making Daryl roll his eyes.
“I’m not settling in. This ain’t my home. This don’t feel right.” Daryl looked around with a scrunched up nose.
“You know what don’t feel right? Not taking a shower. When was the last time you did? Plus, you could use a hair cut..” Rick brushed Daryl’s hair, his fingers touching his neck unintentionally. Daryl shrugged his shoulder to his cheek in attempt to shield himself from the goosebumps running down his neck. Rick removed his hand from surprise.
“Daryl…” He singsonged his name.
“What?” He barked, knowing exactly what.
“What was that? Are you ticklish?” Rick took a step towards him.
“ I-.. I ain’t no bitch. I ain’t.” Daryl took a step back. “Get out of my house.”
“Oh, so it’s your house now? I ain’t leaving till I make you take a damn shower. “ Rick walked a few steps closer, slowly.
“I don’t need no damn shower.” Daryl backed away as Rick advanced. “Stop coming closer!” Daryl growled, not dropping eye contact. He backed away into the bedroom, his footsteps quieted on the carpeted floor.
“Stop backing up. Why are you? What’s the matter Daryl?” He lifted his hands in the air, wiggling his wingers.
“Stop!” Daryl felt his legs press against the bed.
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything. “ Rick blocked the door with his body.
“ I don’t want to bEH-“ Daryl misjudged the position of the bed. He attempted to hop on it without looking, but launched himself over it instead and landed on his back with a big “ough”, legs up in the air.
Rick let out a loud laugh and pounced right at him, straddling Daryl in an awkward position. His arms pinned above his head, Daryl started hitting Rick in the back with his knees. “Ouch! Hey!” Rick pushed them out of the way, making Daryl spread and fold his legs against the bed. Stuck between the bed and the wall and underneath Rick, at that point he really couldn’t move.
“Get off!” He struggled underneath him. “Rick cm’on! Let me go!”
“So you are ticklish! Otherwise, what are you struggling so much for?”
“I ain’t! You’re crushin’ me! Get your heavy aAH NONONOHOHO PLEAAAAASE” Daryl desperately tried blocking Rick’s fingers from poking his neck as his brother switched from one side to the other.
“I’m not even tickling you!” Rick teased.
“Yehehesss youhou are!” Daryl giggled huskily, scrunching up his neck and shoulders as much as he could.
”I’m not! But sure, I’ll tickle you if you insist.” At that, Rick attacked the exposed armpits with light scribbles. Daryl squirmed as much and as violently as he could, but there was no use. All he could do is just lay there and laugh.
“AHahahaHAHA RIHIHICK AAAAHAHAHAHAHH P-P-PLEHEHEHEASE” He thrashed around so much Rick could barely keep him pinned underneath him.
“Please what?”
“STOHOHOHOP”
“Stop? Okay, I’ll switch spots.” Rick spidered his fingers down to his ribs, digging between each bone in a clawing motion.
Daryl screamed from desperation as his most sensitive area was tickled relentlessly. His laughter was raspy and loud. Rick laughed along with him, staring at his brother’s face turning pink and a tear rolling down his right cheek.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO MOHOHOHORE” He begged
“what? Daryl, I can’t understand you, stop laughing.”
“NOHOHOHO M-M-AHAAAHAHAA” Rick found a sweet spot between the armpit and the highest rib, squeezing like a pulse.
“No what?”
“MOOHOHOHORE”
“More?? Aww Daryl! I didn’t know you liked being tickled!” Rick let go of his arms and tickled both sides of Daryl’s ribs, having his hands stuck underneath Daryl’s clamped to his sides arms.
All that was coming out of Daryl now were tears and gasps. His laughter went silent, his face a dark shade of pink, and his cheeks wet with hot tears. If he wasn’t sweaty before they came to Alexandria, he sure was now. Rick eased up on his tormenting, getting off of Daryl and letting him catch his breath. Daryl lay there, panting and chuckling away the ticklish sensation still running through his body.
“Unless you want me to tickle you again, go take a shower, stinky. Everyone will be at the party tonight. Dress nicely, will ya?” Rick looked down at the smiling and tired dork.
“I hate you.” Daryl got up clumsily.
“But you love being tickled.” Rick winked and ran out the door laughing as a pillow went flying his way.
Connie has been teaching Daryl how to sign new words from time to time. From what she noticed, he’s an impressively fast learner. He even picked up on a few of the signs she and her sister exchange. As someone who does not communicate with sound, she expressed her joy with a big proud smile.
“What’s up with .. you smiling .. all the .. time?” Daryl said softly, trying to remember the hand gestures for each word.
‘I’m proud of you!’ Connie signed back.
He gave her a shy smile, brushing it off. “I’m no good yet. Give … me.. some .. time.. and I’ll be ..better.” He finished with two thumbs up.
She shook her head smiling. ‘Better’ she gestured by putting her right hand in front of her mouth then curling it into a loose thumbs up by her face.
“Better.” He copied, nodding after as a ‘got it’.
They continued their walk quietly, Connie was looking around the forest. Her eyes crawled up the tall trees to the very top, squinting at the bright sky peaking through the branches above them. Hands behind her back, she walked with a slight skip. Daryl glanced at her. She seemed so light, like a little dandelion seed carried by the wind. She caught his stare and he quickly looked the other way.
‘Mmmh…’ she put her index finger on her thumb, cartoonishly.
“What?” He gave her a side eye, still flustered from before.
‘I’m just thinking of what else I can teach you.’ His eyes followed her hands as she addressed him.
“Anything. Something useful.” He didn’t know how to sign that.
‘Here, let’s sit down.’ She gestured, lowering herself. Daryl followed, plopping himself heavily to the ground.
‘I’ll ask you questions, and you try to understand what I am asking.’
“Okay.”
Facing each other, she moved closer to him, their knees touching.
‘Are you … hungry?” She dragged down her dominant hand in a C shape from her chest to her stomach.
“Am I .. hungry?” He said, mouthing the last part.
‘Yes!’ She clapped her hands from joy.
‘Okay, next. Are you …' she looked around as if the word she was looking for was written on the trees. Daryl kept glancing at their knees touching.
‘…tall?’ Connie placed her index finger on her flat palm facing Daryl, sliding the finger up.
“Am I up? Like, awake?”
She shook her head no, repeating the gesture. He looked at her do it another time, thinking of the most logical answer possible. All he had in his head was ‘elevator’.
“OH! Tall! Am I tall!” Another round of quiet applause from Connie. He chuckled at her reaction.
‘Are you .. happy?’ She circled her hands, palms flat facing her chest, in a up and down motion.
“Uhh.. happy? Cuz you’re smiling? That mean’s happy yeah?” He was repeating her gesture.
She showed both thumbs up. She hasn’t stopped smiling since they decided to take their little walk.
‘Are you .. stinky?’ She pinched her nose and gurned.
“Hey!” He pushed her gently while grinning. She let out a giggle, amused by her own joke.
“How do you sign .. ‘I like your laugh’?” He asked, his pink cheeks hidden by his messy bangs.
Her smile softened, and she showed him how. He repeated her gestures, saying along "I like your laugh".
He was expecting a slight awkward moment of silence, but Connie interrupted his train of thought of what to say next.
‘I don’t know what your laugh sounds like.’ She pouted with a smile.
“I don't care. Just think of it as this,” he grabbed his belly, slapping his knee and mouthing ha-ha-ha in a silly manner.
She rolled her eyes. ‘I could know what it’s like…’ she tilted her head to the right, looking at him with doe eyes, ‘if you let me.’
He looked at her, raising his brow, unsure of what she meant.
‘Are you ticklish?’ She wiggled her fingers at her sides without touching them.
“What?”
‘Are you … ticklish?’ She reached for his sides and did the same gesture on him. He jumped at the touch, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
She grinned signing ‘Yes, you are.’ She reached for him again, but Daryl caught both of her hands with his.
“Wait, wait, wait! You won’t even hear me.” He said panicked.
Having grown up with a mean older brother, Daryl hated being tickled. Merl would torture him when they were younger, and tickle him so hard that it was more painful than ticklish.
She patted his knee as reassurance. He let go of her arms and she signed to him that she can feel the vibration of sounds. That’s how she used to enjoy music and her family’s laughter.
He looked at her hesitant. “Just tell me something funny instead. Don’t gotta tickle me.”
‘I’m not that funny. Besides, tickling is fun.’
Daryl signed a harsh no.
‘Please? I’ve never seen you laugh!’ She pouted, making Daryl throw his head back and grunt.
“I fucking hate you.”
‘I’ll be gentle. Turn around.’
He sighed heavily and did as he was told, facing away from her. He could feel the agitated anxious moths filling his stomach as he anticipated the fingers drilling into his sides.
At the very first touch, goosebumps ran down his spine as she moved his hair gently away from his neck. He scrunched his shoulders and leaned away from her. Connie slapped his back gently and gestured for him to get back up.
"Sorry." He forgot to face her so she could read his lips. He relaxed his shoulders and slouched. Connie pulled down his shirt collar and wiggled her fingers gently on his neck. His head swung back and his knees went straight to his chest as he hugged them to stop himself from grabbing her hands.
Connie smiled at his reaction. She spidered her fingers down his back, making him arch as much as he could without unlocking his tight knee-hug. She couldn't see his stupid-looking face as he held a big breath to not let out a giggle.
That didn't last very long as her fingers found their way to his exposed armpits. He clamped his arms to his sides and leaned back, hitting his head on her shoulder. She couldn't help but laugh too as he wiggled in her lap, squealing. He kept saying stop, but it was useless.
Her hands made their way out from underneath his arms and onto his stomach. All of his limbs followed, folding into a clumsy looking ball of a man. She slipped her hand under his shirt and pressed it on his chest as she felt the strong vibrations of his loud and husky laugh.
"AAAAHHH STOHOHOHOPPPPLEAAASEEEE CONNIEHIHIHIH!" He kicked his legs, face red and sweaty. Even if she tried to read his lips, his hair was covering every surface of his face. His squirming was out of this world crazy. As she clawed his stomach gently, his laugh went a pitch higher and he turned his cheek and pressed it against her arm that rested on his chest. She took the opportunity to tickle his neck again, making him scrunch his shoulders and kick his legs like a little kid. He didn't know what was worse; Merl's painful torture of her feather-light tickling. Either way, he was running out of breath and energy. Connie picked up on it as his squirming gradually stopped and his body went limp in her lap. he waved his arms in a 'stop' motion. She pushed his hair out of his face and looked down at him smiling. Daryl, getting rid of his last few giggles from his lungs, rested his arms on his chest, breathing deeply. His exhausted eyes and smile made her blush. 'I like your laugh too' she signed to him.
"Whatever." He growled, smiling, and got up. She did the same, and they brushed the leaves and dirt off of each other. He felt his sides getting squeezed. Immediately, he crouched down, letting out a "nnooOOOO" and getting out of her hand reach. He turned back to look at her as she laughed and ran at him, wiggling her fingers, as he darted away as fast as he could. Soon, the forest echoed with laughter once again.
Rushing towards the turned over army truck, Daryl clumsily hops down the hill. Rick is not far behind. Daryl pulls at a heavy box stuck between fallen debris among the truck parts.
"Hey. Give me a hand with this." He tells Rick.
Once they got it out, Rick opened the box, revealing heavy explosives. Dynamites, gun powder, and other dangerous things. He watches Daryl reach for his bag and transfer the weapons from the box to his bag.
"We can use these now."
"What?" Rick asked with a concerned tone.
"Well, think about it. There ain't no Kingdom no more."
"..Yeah." Rick remained concerned with what Daryl was implying.
"We know what we got to do. We blow open the Sanctuary, let the walkers flood in. They'll surrender. It'll be done. Hell, we could end this by sundown. " Daryl was enthusiastic about his plan, looking down at Rick who was crouched by the box.
Rick stood up, sizing up his partner.
"They have workers in there, right? Families too."
They stared at each other, tension building up.
"Are there?" Rick asked, knowing the answer.
Daryl paused for a moment, guilt battling anger within him. "We'll hit the south side of the main building." Although his heart getting heavy with guilt, he craved revenge for what Negan has done to him and his loved ones. "The workers live in the north side. They'll be up stairs before the walkers even get in."
"What if they don't? There are people in there who aren't fighters. Doing this could change that. We're not doing this."
Daryl's stare darkened. For what seemed like forever, they remained silent, looking at each other.
As Daryl walked away, his partner rushed to turn him back around roughly. "There's a plan, and everyone's sticking to it."
"Not everyone. There's a lot of our people that are dead, Rick." They got close to each other's faces, both of their blood boiling. "Things change man."
Daryl was about to walk away. He turned back, adding that their actions would not be on their conscience. It is Negan's fault they have to take drastic measures in order to protect their own skins.
"If people die, it's their fault. Not ours!" He barked at Rick.
"Daryl, we can't do this."
Daryl did not turn back, walking away angrily, ignoring Rick.
"We're not doing this." His tone aggravated.
Still no response from Daryl, who was set on his own plan.
"Hey! I'm not letting you do this!" Rick pushed him to get a reaction.
And a reaction he got. Daryl landed a right hook onto Rick's face, making him drop to the ground. He grunted in pain.
"This ain't your choice." Daryl hissed, hovering over him. He grabbed his bag and started walking away.
Rick lunged at him, both of them hitting the ground. Daryl, seeing red, flipped Rick over and held him down with a tight grip on his collar, throwing a nose-breaking punch, which Rick dodged at the last second. He threw Daryl off of him, standing up quickly, grabbing Daryl's bag, and throwing it on top of the truck.
Daryl grabbed him in a choke hold, squeezing Rick's neck with his arm. As Rick gasped for air and both of them struggled to fight each other off, a fire started behind them, where Rick threw the bag.
Noticing, Rick slapped Daryl to get his attention on it. Letting go of his hold and helping him up, they both ran away as the explosion erupted, launching them forward. They sat up, messy, sweaty, and dirty, looking at the blazing fire. Daryl chewed on his lip with annoyance, as Rick looked irritated. They sat in silence for a while, the explosion still erupting.
"There's a plan, we got to see it through." Hissed Rick.
"We gotta win." said Daryl.
"Yeah, we gotta. Choke hold's illegal, asshole." he pushed Daryl lightly.
"Mm-hmm. Yes, it is." Daryl replied, provokingly, still looking at the fire.
Rick stared at him, annoyed. Daryl becomes childish when he's upset about something, like being told what to do.
"You have to listen to what I say. There's a plan Daryl."
"I do what I want. You can't stop me."
There it is. He's being childish. Although it irritates Rick when that happens, it also wakes his inner child up, becoming just as petty and annoying as his brother.
"Yes I can."
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"Can't."
"Can."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!" Daryl pushed him.
"Yes!" Rick pounced at him, wrestling to get on top.
He caught Daryl in an awkward position where it wasn't easy to fight back, giving him the opportunity to sit on his abdomen, arms pinned under Rick's knees.
"Get the fuck off of me, Dick." He growled, struggling to get out from underneath him, legs pushing against the dirt.
Rick laughed. "WOw! Dick? Really? That's original." He reached for Daryl's left arm and pinned it down above his head. "I'm giving you a chance to surrender and follow my plan." He said, raising his eyebrows as an invitation.
"No." Daryl grunted underneath him, pulling at his arm stretched out above his head.
"Fine, you leave me no choice."
At that, Rick drilled his fingers into Daryl's ribs, using his free hand. Daryl's whole body jumped, feet kicking in all directions to escape from the rough ticklish sensation.
"FUHUHUHUCK OOOOHOHOHOFFFF! AHAHAHAH-" His laughter was deep and husky. Rick couldn't help but laugh along with him, enjoying how embarrassed and helpless his brother felt.
"What's the matter? What's so funny Daryl?"
He violently squirmed underneath him, his laughter louder than ever. "STOHOHOP AHA HAHAHA"
"Oh, does this tickle? Is that why you're laughing?" He teased, digging his fingers in his exposed side.
Daryl's face turned red, whether from the teasing or from laughing so hard, it may be both. Rick brought Daryl's arm back to his side and pinned it down with his other knee.
"Still won't surrender?"
"Fuhuck y-you. Tickling ihihis illegahahl." Daryl blew his sweaty bangs away from his eyes, his chuckle sounded croaky.
"Mm-hmm. Yes, it is." Rick grinned and dug his fingers onto Daryl's stomach.
His head flew back, screaming with laughter, kicking his feet as hard as he could. Rick laughed at his sensitivity.
"Oh man, ain't so tough now are you! Only takes a little tickling to take down big and scary Daryl." He teased, tickling his neck, barely protected by his scrunched up shoulders.
"Plehehehehease stohohohop" he whined in between distressed giggles.
"Nah." Rick mocked him and dug his hands into Daryl's armpits. Another wave of desperate throaty laughter came out from him, his kicks weaker and his squirms less frequent. Rick tickled him in every spot he could remember where Daryl was sensitive. He got the best reaction out of his two most vulnerable spots, his ribs and his stomach. Rick switched from one to the other, tickling with both hands, then tickling both spots with one hand each, and poking the sensitive areas. Daryl's laughter went silent, his body bouncing from the deep uncontrollable laughter. With his eyes closed tightly, tears rolled down his red hot cheeks.
"Will you follow my plan?" Rick was now tickling him lightly.
Daryl shook his head in agreement.
"Promise?" He was being petty, straining the tickling as a way to get back for getting punched in the face.
Daryl let out a weak yes, whining as he laughed and gasped for air.
Rick stopped and got off of him. He looked at Daryl, grinning from ear to ear at the blushing giggling puddle.
"Come on, let's get back." He helped him up, slapping his back in victory. Daryl pushed him away, smiling. "Whatever. As long as we win." He wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand.
"We will." Rick wrapped his arm around Daryl's neck as they walked back to where they came from.
As per request, from my dear @rwateringcan03
Driving in the fully loaded SUV on the deserted road, Rick and Daryl triumphantly share a snack. A rare find these days, but a great way to celebrate their victorious find of goods to bring back home to their people. Daryl gives some of the candies to Rick as he is driving, while snacking on some himself. Ricks stuffs them all in his mouth at once and reaches his hand out for more.
“Come on, gimme more” Rick clamps and unclamps his hand without looking at Daryl.
“No. You eat ‘em too fast.”
“What? How am I supposed to eat them?”
“One at a time, like this.” Daryl shows mockingly by dropping a few in his mouth, one after the other, chewing loudly in between each candy.
“Whatever, pass me the bag.”
“No.”
“Give.”
“No.” Daryl barks as Rick reaches for the bag, steering clumsily.
“Come on, you’re eating them all!”
“Sucks for you” Daryl sneaked an evil grin as he turning his back to Rick, shielding the bag of goodies from him.
“Oh come on are you five? Give me it!” Rick pushed him, getting a mouth-full-of-candies chuckle from Daryl.
“Okay that’s it.”
Suddenly, Daryl felt his body fly forward as Rick hit the breaks. He put the shift stick on Parked.
“What the hell man?!” Daryl clinched the bag closely to his body.
“Give it to me!”
At that, Rick poked and clawed at Daryl’s stomach. Daryl’s knees hit the glove compartment in attempt to shield himself.
“AHH NOHOHO STOP RICK STOP” He shoved at his brother’s hands, still holding onto the crunched up bag.
“That’s what you get for not sharing.” He had a mean grin on his face, relentless on his attack.
Daryl’s raspy laugh went a pitch higher as Rick tickled his stomach harder. He threw the bag of candy at his face, hoping it would make him stop.
But Rick didn’t stop. In fact, that just made him switch from poking to clawing to scattering his fingers all over, unpredictable.
Daryl’s laugh got louder and desperate for mercy.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAA PLEHEHEHEASEEE RHIHIHICK”
His knees and legs were hitting everything around him, his body too large to fold into a protective ball to save himself from Rick. He held his hands in surrender, face turning red from laughter.
“UHUHUHUNCLE UHUHUHUNCLE”
Rick stopped, ruffled Daryl’s hair and pushed his face playfully before restarting the engine.
“Next time, share.” He reached for the candy bag and poored the rest of the goodies in his mouth as Daryl watched, rubbing his stomach from the ticklish sensation.
I personally love the idea that Leah is the first person to whom Daryl is fully vulnerable to without any shame or embarrassment. I loved their relationship in the beginning, so I thought of a cute lil scenario:
On a rainy afternoon, when the light is grey and gloom, and the pitter of the drops on the roof is heard, Daryl and Leah are cuddling in bed, skin to skin. Facing each other, she pushes his bangs out of his face to reveal his soft gaze into her eyes. “Hi,” she smiles at him. “Hi,” he says back, raspier than usual. It makes both of then chuckle. “Can I?” she rubs his back as to request permission to caress him. He turns over onto his stomach, and crosses his arms under the pillow in which his head sinks in. She traces the scars on his back with her index finger, her touch feather-like soft. She watches goosebumps appear all over his skin, as he squirms with every line traces. “How cute,” she whispers before running her fingers ever so gently all over his back and sides. He groans and puffs here and there, squeezing the pillow between his arms. His back arched one last time before his body went limp, giving into the relentless tickles. He’s a giggling mess. Turning him to the side, Leah cupped his face and gave him tiny kisses that made him scrunch his nose and shoulders, still sensitive to her touch. He melted in her arms, falling asleep. Soon, the pitter of the rain was accompanied with the soft snoring of Daryl.
But tbh im obsessed with Daryl’s crush on connie. Ill definitely write something about those two (T-T)
A best friend thing (CAROLXDARYL TICKLE FIC) Season 10 SPOILERS WARNING
as per requested, i hope you enjoy <;3 @rwateringcan03
The revving of the motorcycle’s engine roared through the forest. Upon Carol’s request, Daryl and she were on their way to a spot where they could hunt. She rested her head on his back, wrapping her arms around his waist, trying to engrave this moment into her traumatized memory. Being away from him for so long felt strange, lonely almost, even though that’s what she intended to find comfort in when she sailed across the sea on her small boat. Their friendship, his presence, and dog made her feel safe. Lost in her thoughts, she played with the folds of his shirt, hugging him from behind. She would have never thought the redneck squirrel eater that she shared a camp with would become her closest friend. What would he have done to her ex-husband if he was still alive now? Would they have been friends had he lived? she felt Daryl move her hand away from his stomach.
“Don’t tickle me when I’m driving woman” he barked over his shoulder.
“Sorry”
She forgot that he was ticklish there. One of her favourite things was to tease Daryl and make him crack a smile. He’s always so grumpy and serious, especially since losing Rick. She didn’t blame him, they lost so many people along the way, it would drain anyone from their last drop of joy.
They finally arrived to a spot near a river, where they hunted for little critters and fish. Carol spotted a deer which she hit with an arrow, but it escaped into the territory of the Whisperers. Daryl had to stop her before she crossed the invisible line. She had so much vengeful hate for that horrible woman, calling herself Alpha like she’s someone important. Daryl had to bring her back to reality, away from the enemies’s ground.
They sat down on a fallen tree, surrounded by shy bird songs and the echo of the forrest.
“Let’s runaway together.” Carol broke the silence.
“On your boat?”
“Yes, you and me.”
“And dog?”
“And dog.”
“The sea ain’t my thing… You could come home instead?” He glanced at her reaction, which saddened at the thought of going back to the place where she lost her son. She shook her head as to shake out the bad thoughts from her head.
“Fine, let’s take your bike instead. Drive into the unknown!”
“We ain’t got enough gas for that. We’ll just end up stranded somewhere.”
She rolled her eyes. “Since when did you become such a party pooper?”
“Since I haven’t seen my best friend for too long.”
They looked at each other, exchanging a slight smile.
“Are we going to have matching bracelets?” She teased.
“Shut up.” He playfully pushed her, chuckling.
“We can make a matching one for Dog too.”
“Yeah, we could.”
The silence returned, making itself comfortable between them. She felt the distance that she created in their connection by leaving him for so long. He has been alone, and so has she, it’s almost as if they forgot how to be around each other. She didn’t like that, not at all.
“Why are you so quiet?” She kicked her legs slightly, saying it while she looked at the ground.
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know..”
“Yeah, my point exactly.”
“Well, you can sing or something..” a smile formed on her face from the thought of him singing
He looked at her with the most dreadful look possible. It’s the silliest thing he heard her say in a long time.
“Or laugh at least!” She poked his stomach, making him crunch up in defence.
She kept on poking with one hand until she slipped in her other, now clawing at his sensitive belly. The sensation was too overwhelming for him to handle, forcing him to bring his knees to his chest, hoping to block her evil fingers. But all that did was make him lose his balance and fall backwards onto the ground, legs hanging over the fallen tree. She laughed out loud in surprise. Oh how she missed their tickle fights.
Dog got up and delivered an abundance of wet kisses onto Daryl’s face, giving Carol the perfect opportunity to attack. She lunged at him, clawing gently at his exposed stomach, his shirt rid up a little from the fall.
“NAHAHA CAHAHAROHOL STOHOHOP!” He desperately tried getting a grip of her hands, but she was too quick for him to catch them. He wiggled around like a worm on a hook, throwing her off and getting up as fast as he could.
“Oh no we aren’t done here” she got up too, a playful grin on her face.
“Carol…” he backed away slowly, as she followed his steps.
“Do you remember how I used to wreck you back at the prison?”
“It’s not fair… You’re not ticklish.”
“Well, sucks for you.”
At that, he made a run for it, using the trees to pivot faster and try to throw her off his trail. But she was in a playful mood, there was no winning for him and he knew that. She chased him around a little more until he slipped on muddy leaves, landing right on his back. Next thing he knew, her weight pinned his torso down and he felt his shirt being pulled up.
“AAAAH HAHAHA” his husky scream was followed by a hoarse laughter.
She blew a raspberry right on his belly button, making him kick his feet in the air. God he hated when she did that.
“Another one?” She teased.
“NononoOnoOnono PLEASE just gentle tiCKLes” his voice jumped with every tickle he felt.
“Okay Pooki” She resumed her attack, lightly scratching his stomach underneath his shirt. He bucked, he rolled from side to side, he squeaked and yelped and kicked, but he never stopped her. Seems like he missed their tickle fights too.
His raspy laughter soon went silent, laying on the cold ground as waves of tickles tormented his body. He couldn’t even open his eyes he was laughing so much. Carol eased up on him, pushing his sweaty bangs covering his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, exhausted laughter gradually stopping. She lay down beside him, resting her face against his arm.
TICKLE FIC! DARYL,RICK,JUDITH (FLUFF,INNOCENT TICKLE FIGHT) Just a scene I imagined towards the end, when they are finally reunited and at peace, living happily.
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Daryl woke up in panic as he heard Judith screaming from another room. The door flew open as a smiling Jude ran into Daryl’s arms.
“What’s going on??” He tried grabbing her to get a better look on her face, but she slipped out of his hold and shielded herself with a pillow behind his back.
“He’s coming!” She shrieked.
“Who??” Daryl couldn’t understand what was going on. Was it a walker? Why is she giggling behind him then? Did someone break in?
The sound of heavy steps approached the room with a slight growl. It must be a walker. Daryl reached for the knife on his nightstand but stopped himself from grabbing it as his saw Rick walk in like a clumsy dinosaur, his fingers wiggling above his head.
“The tickle monster!” Judith yelped, giggling uncontrollably.
“Im sorry? I thought I was the tickle monster.” Daryl turned to look at Judith.
“Not anymore Daryl, there’s a new one in town.” Rick rested his hands on his hips, standing like a cowboy sheriff.
“No. There can be only one.” He growled.
Judith stopped giggling as she sensed a tension between the two. She loved how playful Daryl is with her, but she also loves when she gets to be silly with her dad. She watched them stare at each other with curiosity, tilting her head to see better over Daryl’s shoulder.
“Jude, who’s the best Tickle monster?” They said at the same time.
“Well..”
“It’s me, I’m her dad.” Rick chuckled, pointing at himself.
“No, it’s me, I’m her uncle.” Daryl barked.
“But you both are-“
“Fine, let’s settle this like real men”. Rick puffed his chest.
“Fine.” Daryl stood up from the bed and sized up his brother.
“Fine.”
Rick grabbed Daryl by the neck, pulling him down. Daryl wrapped his arms around Rick’s legs, making him lose hold of his neck and took the opportunity to flip him over his shoulder. Rick landed on the ground loudly, groaning. Daryl sat on top of him, trying to pin his arms over his head, but Rick kept shoving his hands in Daryl’s face, pushing it away. Kicking, grunting, huffing and puffing, they wrestled on the floor like two dogs.
Judith climbed closer to the scene on the bed, laughing as the two grown men tried pinning each other down.
Rick bucked Daryl off, flipping him onto his stomach and straddling his hips. He caught both of Daryl’s arms and pinned them behind his back as if he was arresting him. He held them tightly with one hand, making Daryl growl in frustration.
“Now, admit that I am the best tickle monster.” He pushed Daryl’s head against the floor, messing up his hair.
“No.” He barked.
“No? Okay. I’ll prove it then.”
Rick dug his fingers into Daryl’s unprotected side, making the poor man jerk from side to side, desperately attempting to avoid the electric sensation of tickles.
”AHH YOUHOU CHEHEHEATER” his husky laugh was loud amd hoarse.
“Cheater? I’m only doing what a real tickle monster would do.” He chuckled as he switched from squeezing one of Daryl’s sides to the other.
“AHAHA JUHUHUDITH HEHEHEHELP”
“Don’t even try missy, or you’re next!” He pointed his finger at her as she clasped her hands over her mouth to hide her laughter.
“Sorry uncle Daryl…” (She wasn’t sorry).
Daryl whined and kicked his feet harder in distress, trashing around as much as he could in hopes of throwing his tormentor off of his back. He kicked Rick in the back accidentally (not), making his assault stop. He had about two seconds to catch his breath before Rick let go of his arms and grabbed the foot that kicked him.
“Wait.” Daryl wanted to flip onto his back but Rick’s weight held him down.
“WAIT” He felt his shoe come off along with his sock.
“You just got to admit it Daryl and i’ll stop.”
“Wait wait wait Rick wait”.
“For what?” Rick turned around to look at him. Big mistake. He was soon thrown onto his back by Daryl’s other leg that hooked him as he flipped around. Another round of clumsy wrestling.
This time, Daryl dominated. He had a stronger upper body than Rick, which allowed him to pin his brother’s arms above his head. The look of panic on Rick’s face was priceless. Oh how the tables have turned.
“For this.” Daryl drilled his finger into the open armpits. He felt Rick’s whole body jerk as his head flew backwards, laughing hysterically.
“Yeah, who’s laughing now huh?” Daryl teased, poking and squeezing every possible ticklish surface on Rick’s torso. His laughter went silent a few times as he was tortured without mercy.
“See? You can’t even talk back. That’s how you tickle someone.”
Judith felt slight pity for her dad. She’s never seen him so vulnerable before. But, he looked so happy, laughing so loud.
“You have to have a safe word!” She exclaimed.
“A what?” Daryl didn’t look at her, he was too concentrated on torturing Rick. He let go of his arms and jammed both his hands under Rick’s armpits, wiggling relentlessly. All Rick could do was squirm and laugh silently.
“A safe word to know when to stop!”
“Why would we need that? All he has to do is admit I’m the best.”
“Well, he can’t breathe…”
Daryl stopped his attack as soon as he noticed how red Rick’s face has gotten, tears rolling down his eyes.
“Oops.” Daryl chuckled.
Barely catching his breath, Rick pulled at Daryl’s hair, yanking him to the side and making him tip off of him. His body followed, landing on top of Daryl heavily. Without a moment of hesitation, he shoved his hands under Daryl’s shirt and went for his ribs.
He bucked, he squirmed, he jerked, nothing was throwing his opponent off. Grabbing at his invisible hands, Daryl’s laugh took a pitch higher as he shook his head from left to right.
Rick added in Judith’s favorite thing; he blew a fat raspberry into Daryl’s neck. Judith could not help but open her mouth wide from surprise as she heard Daryl gruff shriek. It did not take much longer for his laughter to also go silent, kicking his legs violently as he pushed at Rick’s face to free his neck from the torture.
“Judith, get his feet.” Rick said tiredly, winking at his fascinated daughter.
She climbed off the bed and grabbed onto the bare foot. Although she did not weigh much, Daryl’s worst fear was to hurt his little ass kicker, so he did not throw her off. Instead, he surrendered to his fate, letting the Grimes team up on him.
Rick seized his attack, pinning Daryl’s arms to the side of his head.
“Just say it!” Rick desperately chuckled as the most badass man he knew had a tear roll down the side of his face.
“YOU’RE THE BEST PLEASE STOP”
“The best what??”
“RICK AHAHAHA PLEASEEEE”
“No, say it!”
He slid his arms above his head and pinned them with one hand as he threateningly wiggled his fingers above his ribs.
“NOOOOO PLEASE hahAH AHA”
“Last chance…”
“FUCK YOU’RE THE BEST FUCKING TICKLE MONSTER”
“ Good.”
He dug his fingers in between each rib, altering between gently scribbling the sensitive skin and kneading the poor sides with his knuckles.
Daryl gave up completely, his body lightly bouncing from the silent deep laughter, as his shoed leg weakly kicked against the floor. Soon, his face was a hot pink with tears running down his face.
Rick and Judith stopped their tickling. He stood up and ruffled Daryl’s hair. “And don’t you forget it”. He said before leaving Judith and Daryl alone.
She sat by his head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re still the best.” She squeezed him tightly.
“Damn right.” He chuckled, too tired to hug her back so he patted her head gently.
“We will get him back next time.” She smiled.
“But first… you need to get your dose of tickles.” He grinned and grabbed her into his arms, clawing and wiggling at her belly, making her shriek and giggle. She squirmed her way out of his hold, making a run for the door and out of his sight.
“Rick! Get her!” He yelled out into the hallway, collapsing back onto the floor.
Soon, he heard him say “gotcha” from downstairs, Judith screaming once again before falling into helpless giggles.
I Found A Way To Make You Laugh. CARL X MICHONNE TICKLE FIC (FLUFF - PLATONIC)
Season 4 Episode 11.
“Thank you. I heard him laughing in there, almost forgot what that sounded like.”
She kept replaying in her head what Rick said back at the house.
How long has it been since Carl laughed? Like, really laughed.
She tried to make him crack a smile while they went on a run. That kid was a tough one. Her silly attempts made him look like the adult. She realized that boy was no longer a kid at heart, as she wiped crazy cheese spilling out of the corner of her mouth. If he was, that inner child was buried deep beneath the traumatic things he had to face.
They got to a large white house. Perfect. There must be something left for them to gather. They exchanged conversations here and there, as they approached their target. She told Carl about her late child, Andre. Carl’s eyes sparked with curiosity. A kid? What was his name? Or her name … was it a boy or a girl? How old? Was he the only one? He overwhelmed her with questions as she tried opening the door. She turned to him, finishing her little story about her son.
“ And andre was a handleful like you “ she said, poking his belly.
He let out a small laugh, covering the part she poked with both his hands.
She smiled. Maybe there is a way she can make him laugh.
They entered the house carefully. Carl was overflowing with questions about Michonne’s past. The more rooms they cleared, the more questions she answered. The house was quiet, dead quiet.
As they looked at the paintings in one of the hallways, she turned to Carl and said:
“You know what Andre’s favourite thing was?”
“What?”
“When I tickled him”
His cheeks got slightly red. “Yeah, all kids love getting tickled. My dad and I used to have tickle fights all the time when I was young”.
“Young? Carl, you’re still young.”
“I mean when I was a kid.”
“…You’re still a kid, kid.”
“Am not! Kids don’t kill people.”
His look darkened, joy left his eyes.
“…Maybe, but like you said… all kids love getting tickled.” She smirked and lunged at him, squeezing his sides.
“Michonne! Wait!” His voice cracked with every squeeze to his side, trying hard to fight off the laughter, and fighting off Michonne.
“Wait for what?”
“I - stop! Michohohohonne! I ahahaham nohohot a kihihihihid anyhihihimoreaAAH!”
Her hands found their way to his hips, squeezing relentlessly.
Carl fell on his back, bringing his knees to his chest, clawing at her arms with despair.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHO NO NO NO NO PLEAAASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE” At that point, anything goes. He kicked, he trashed around, he pushed, but nothing made her hands let go of his hips.
“Why not?”
“I CAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAND IT”
“Is there somewhere else you want me to tickle you?”
“I DOHOHON’T CAHAHAHARE JUHUHUST NOT THERE!”
“Whatever you say cowboy.” She pinned his arms above his head, smirking at his red smiling face.
“Wait wait wait Michone wAIT!”
She scribbled her fingers all over his armpits, switching from one to another without a pattern. Carl’s laughter bubbled up in between shrieks. She laughed along with him. His face has never been so red before.
“Plehehehehease lehehehet gohohoho OH NO NOHO NOT THERE I SAID NOT THE-AHAHAHAHAHA”
She couldn’t resist. She had to tickle his hips again.
He kicked his legs frantically and as hard as he could, making one of his boots fly off. She caught that leg, letting go of his arms and putting it in a choke hold before scratching the socked foot.
“NohoHOhohAHahahahSsssstooooooop” he was trying to crawl away, scratching at the wooden floor and walls for any possible grip.
“Admit that I win!”
“Youhouhou wiiiiin ahahaha”
but the tickling didn’t stop. She let go of his foot, and started squeezing every part that Andre used to love. Back of thighs, sides, neck, back, and armpits.
“I SAID YOU WIN. STOP AHAH STOP STOP”
“I never said i’d stop.”
At that, Carl lost all hope and went limp, accepting his fate. His laughter varied from high pitched to low and deep, his head swinging from left to right, arms wrapped around his aching belly.
Michonne laughed at his defeat, and attacked his hips one last time before letting the poor boy breathe.
He lay there laughing for a moment, his laughter turning into wheezing, and then deep breathing.
“I told youhou, I’m nohot a kihihid any-anymore.” He weakly sat up, reaching for his hat.
“You laugh like one.” He pushed her playfully, with a shy smile.
“Come on, we should hurry up and gather more stuff before heading back. Your dad will wonder where we are.” She helped him up, ruffling his hair before he put on his hat.
“You know… my dad could use a good laugh like I just did.”
She turned around, grinning. “Rick is ticklish too?”
“Very. My mom … she used to wreck him all the time.” His eyes saddened for a moment, perhaps from nostalgia of the good memory, or from the pain of remembering his late mother.
“He’ll never see us coming” she winked at him, making his face light up.
His inner kid finally resurfaced. What a sight for sore eyes.
“I guess we know for sure there are no walkers around… I laughed so loudly they could have heard us a mile away.” She wrapped her arm around his neck and laughed as they continued their little hunt for goods.
Cheers To Our Firsts! BETH X DARYL TICKLE FIC (FLUFF)
Since I don’t see any tickle fics from The Walking Dead, I’m making my own lol. I hope you enjoy <3
They have been walking through the forest for some time now, sticks and leaves crunching underneath their steps. Daryl was one step ahead of Beth, leading them somewhere safer than the last place they just visited.
“ A motorcycle mechanic” said Beth, breaking the silence.
“Huh?”
“That’s my guess. For what you were doing before the turn. Did Zack ever guess that one?”
“It doesn’t matter. Hasn’t mattered for a long time.” Daryl muttered.
“It’s just what people talk about, you know, to feel normal.”
“Yeah well that never felt normal to me.”
They finally found a shelter. Daryl mentioned that he found this place with Michonne. Scavenging the old shack, he found an alcohol stash. Some good old Moonshine. Handing it to Beth, he lead them inside the abandoned bungalow. She placed the box full of jars on the frail table.
“All right” he poured some into a cup for her a she sat down. “That’s a real first drink right there.”
She hesitated to take a sip.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. It’s just… my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind” she looked up at him.
“Aint nothing worth seeing out there anymore anyway.”
She took her first sip, her face scrunching from disgust.
“That’s the most disgusting thing I ever tasted.” She took another sip. This time it wasn’t so bad. She offered him some, he refused at first, but gave in to the invitation, after being reminded of his childhood as they rampaged through the bungalow. It was just like his old man’s, same dirty, unwelcoming, dump of a place.
A few sips later, they were sitting on the floor, cups on a small table. Daryl was leaning against an old couch, while Beth sat hunched across from him.
“Let’s play a game.” She lightened up from her own idea.
“A game? What kind?”
“A drinking game, you know, to make it more fun.”
“Never had to play a game to down a few…”
“So first, I’ll say something I never did. If you’ve done it, you drink. If you’ve never done it, then I drink. Then we switch”.
“…okay?”
“Here, i’ll go first. I never… shot a cross bow before.”
“Well this game sucks if that’s how we play it…” he picked up his glass and took a big sip, looking at her with no emotion.
“It’s just so you get the idea. Now your turn.”
“Umm… I never…. Had a birthday party.” He looked at her pick up her glass with glee.
“Good one! Okay… I never… punched someone in the face… someone not dead I mean.”
He rolled his eyes, and took another sip.
“You outta make your questions more interesting princess. I never… graduated. Or went to school for that matter” he muttered the last part to himself.
“Good one! But I never did either so drink up Dixon!” She cocked her head up with a big smile.
“Whatever.” He mumbled into his cup.
“Mmh… I never… won a tickle fight before.”
There was no response from Daryl. He looked at her with no expression on his face.
“What? You’re telling me you never won? Aren’t you mister tough guy?” She laughed, her hand holding her cup unsteadily.
“I never had one. Drink up. My turn. I never-“
“You never had one before??” Her last sip spilled as she slammed the cup on the table from disbelief.
“So what? I ain’t a kid. Didn’t exactly have the family for one either. My brother used to beat me for fun (…) Anyway, my turn. I never-“
“Are you even ticklish?”
“The hell does it matter, drop the subject. My stupid turn. I nev-“
“ I just had my first drink, you’re going to have your first tickle fight!”
“Yeah right.” He waved her off. “I said drop it”.
“No, no, you’re not backing out of this Daryl Dixon. Today we both have our firsts!” She got up clumsily, almost losing her balance.
“Back off blondie, I ain’t doing no stupid- I said back off! Beth!” He crawled backwards and got up as she slowly made her way to him, wiggling her fingers teasingly.
He pushed the small couch he was leaning against between them, and tried sprinting away from her. He couldn’t help but slip out a small chuckle as her giggling filled up the room, chasing him with a childish grin. Neither of them even bothered to worry about walkers. They were just two kids running around recklessly playing cat and mouse.
He stumbled on some old rag and fell onto the floor with a loud thump. She took the opportunity to pounce right at him, straddling his hips. “Gotcha! Now let’s see if Daryl Dixon is ticklish.”
She dug her fingers into his ribs before he could open his mouth in protest.
“BeEHEHEHEHEEEETH NOOO” his head flew back with laughter, his hands blindingly trying to grab hers.
“Oh my! You are! I think I found a good spot too!”
“PLEASE AHAHAH S-STOHOHOHOPAHAHAHAH” He kicked his feet, squirming as much as he could without bucking her off (which took everything in him not to).
“I never heard you laugh before!” Her fingers crawled up his ribs, making his raspy laugh go a pitch higher. His kicks were useless, but it’s all he could do as his body trashed from laughter. He had his hands gripped around hers, but wasn’t pushing them away. She noticed, as she knew that he could just push her off. But no, he was … enjoying it it seems.
“Where else are you ticklish Daryl?” She could barely hear herself over his laughter.
“AHAHAH DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA STAAAAPPPPFFF” He crunched his shoulders as she slipped her tiny hand into the crook of his neck, wiggling her fingers stuck between his head and shoulder. His hands gripped desperately hers, exposing his sides and armpits. She didn’t miss out on the opening, sneaking her other hand under his arm. This time, he couldn’t help but throw her off by reflex, clasping his arm down as soon as he felt the tingling sensation.
She fell beside him, both hands stuck between his ticklish limbs, giggling along with him. “I can’t believe how ticklish you are!”
“ Oh stop, you are loving this!” She got her hand out from his neck, poking his sides.
Indeed, he was loving it.
He rolled on his side, starting to get weak from laughter, bringing his knees as close to his chest as his stiff body could. She slipped her other hand out, poking and squeezing his sides and neck, making him roll up into a tighter ball, giggling like a kid, arms wrapped around his ribs.
“I think your sweet spot is your ribs.” She drilled her delicate fingers into them, squeezing and tickling, avoiding his arms that failed to block her attacks.
His rapsy loud laughter went silent, as his kicks got weaker and his face redder. She stopped, and kissed his cheek. “There, now you had your first tickle fight…and lost!” She giggled, and rested her head on his, rubbing gently his arm as he caught his breath, light laughter escaping his lips.
They laid there for a moment, both smiling. She could feel his heart beating, his heavy breathing was soothing to hear.
“I..don’t re..member the…last…time.. i laughed.. so hard…” he rolled on his back, hands rubbing his teared up eyes, a tired smile on his face.
They looked at each other and chuckled. She laid her head on his chest, and soon they both fell asleep. For a moment there, it finally felt normal.
