Hi everyone! So I’m an actual idiot! I know some of you have probably been confused as to where your Daryl fic is. I’d LOVE to say it’s out. However! I’m an idiot! Turns out rather than posting it I saved it as a draft and then then when I realized, and went to post it, I deleted the whole thing! So to make up for that because I really don’t feel like rewriting all of that from memory… you’re gonna get TWD kinktober! 😭
Here’s the prompt list if you guys wanna know what’s coming (there’s gonna be 15 total)
1) mirror sex - Glenn Rhee
2) face fucking - Daryl Dixon
3) glory hole - the Dixon brothers (pre apocalypse)
4) on camera - Negan smith
5) in public - Maggie Rhee
6) breath play - Daryl Dixon
7) uniform kink - rick grimes
8) hair pulling - Glenn Rhee
9) collar - maggie Rhee
10) After care - Negan smith
11) first time / age gap - Shane Walsh
12) praise - Rick grimes
13) threesome - Maggie x Rosita x reader
14) strap on - Enid Rhee
15) followers choice (if you guys have any ideas, you can DM me)
Tumblr has spoken! I’ll get to work on the Daryl fic soon! Headed on vacation for this week so it’ll be in the workshop for a bit but the next thing I’ll release will be Daryl Dixon - we can be whatever you want us to be. Just don’t stop touching me.
I have a crap Ton of ideas and I want votes on what should come next :) As for part twos of what’s already out those will be out after I get a few more new ones out
I’ve got a note of like 15 ideas. So these are the three I’m most interested in doing right now. If yall have further questions about any of these feel free to ask.
What comes next?
C.G love letters
D.D we can be whatever you want us to be. Just don’t stop touching me.
R.A crushing on Sam’s babysitter
Voting ended onAug 16, 2024
Carl Grimes - love letters. In which Carl doesn’t know how to express his feelings verbally, so he resorts to a series of long, drawn out anonymous love letters detailing his feelings for y/n.
Fluff
Male reader
Daryl Dixon - we can be whatever you want us to be. Just don’t stop touching me. - in which Daryl is touch starved and scared y/n would leave him.
Fluff and angst
Female reader
Ron Anderson crushing on Sam’s babysitter. (Non apocalypse AU) - in which Ron cant speak properly when he comes home early from practice. Y/n has been babysitting Sam for awhile and Sam REALLY took a liking to her. She was a natural with kids and Sam tells Ron a lot about her. Ron didn’t believe the hype until he actually met her.
Warning(s): Scent kink, best friends to lovers, horny reader, masturbation, fingering, minor knife play, m!dom, f!sub, minor dumbification, one bite, one spank, allusion to rough ass sex. 18+
Perhaps he was the one who found you and brought you to Alexandria? You took your time with trusting him but he was patient. And then you became good– great friends.
Maybe too great.
So much so that even though you two longed and burnt for each other every second of everyday, every glance, every conversation, every ‘unintentional’ touch of your hands against one another's, every heavy breath when you would get too close while camouflaging in a mission, neither of you two were brave or confident enough to take the first step.
You weren't sure how it happened. But you needed Carl's approval on something as he had grown into the prodigal son he was destined to be; Alexandria's pride, and now he handled decisions inside the walls.
Most of the Grimes weren't home and Michonne was heading out too but she let you in, assuring you he'd be back any second now.
You found your aimless way to his room.
Some of his discarded clothes littered his bed.
But they weren't what caught your attention.
His famous hat lay in the middle of his bed. Your eyebrows furrowed because he didn't go anywhere without it.
Before you knew it, you had picked it up and put it on before you continued to survey his room, playing with the brim using one hand whilst you ran your other hand along all the things in his room that were typical to a young man.
You didn't know what it was, but the more you touched the empty shells of the different kinds of bullets he had shot, little trophies and souvenirs from his victories, records of the music he liked and so on and so forth...
The pressure between your legs increased to the point where its heaviness tugged and weighed down your pussy until the adrenaline caused by your carnal impulses was too much for your young body to handle.
You took off the hat and closed your eyes before you dipped your face in its material and took a deep sniff, his musky and manly scent only firing you up more.
Before you knew it you were clutching the hat against your face like a pervert. The awareness of your actions was stinging you somewhere in the back of your head but you decided it could wait for now.
Because for now, you were pushing the hat back on your head as you collapsed face first into his bed, breathing in his used clothes and greedily scooping as much as you could grab before bringing them to yourself. You hugged them, you inhaled his scent, you whined and eventually the bottom half of your body began to rub against the mattress.
In a matter of moments, you had snatched a picture of Carl in which he proudly stood next to his horse off his bedside table and placed it in front of you. Your pants had been unbuckled and pushed down and your shirt lay tossed on the floor as one of his flannels covered you now. The fabric was gentle, warm, comforting and exciting.
You felt so close to him that when you closed your eyes it felt as though he was there with you.
“Carl~” you whined as you slipped your fingers between your legs, lowering yourself until your face was inches away from his picture. “Hnng~” you pushed your ass up more and felt your butt cheeks spread because of the position you were in, the stretch causing your holes to feel the minor stretch and emphasize the feeling of their emptiness.
“Oh, Carl, want you so bad…” Your hips rocked in a wanton fashion to simulate intercourse. As if he was right there to hold your hips, pull you open and take you however he pleased. “Won't you touch me, Carl? Aren't we friends?” Your finger glided over your balmy folds. “Don't you like me, Carl, please?” Your legs widened to access yourself better.
But you had never been good at insertion by yourself. It hurt and didn't feel right and you could barely reach it.
So it was a good thing that the male in both question and fantasy stood in the doorway, still and silent unbeknownst to your wanton self.
Carl had heard your heavy moans the moment he had started climbing the staircase. The throaty moans you were letting out had concerned him at first and he had jogged the rest of the steps, knife at the ready. But the sight that had greeted him was so astonishing that the young man had had to blink many times to trust the scene at first; to ensure this wasn't one of the many depraved dreams he would have with you almost every other night.
“Please, Carl!” You were unaware of his presence as you continued to rub yourself, pinching one of your nipples as you imagined how it would feel if he led you around by a firm hold on your nipples wherever he went.
You were a young and hormonal little thing with an active imagination.
Carl silently turned around to ensure the house was empty before he entered the room and locked it behind him.
His ears were hot and thumping with the drumming of his heart when he approached you. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with you or where to even start because there was so much he wanted to do at once.
“Carl–” you gasp and your eyes snap open when you feel an arm that smells all too familiar snaking around your neck. “Oh–”
“Shhhh,” he shushes you as he pulls you back up with him against his chest so you're on your knees with your back to him. “I've got you, baby” his deep voice grinds all your gears just right and you feel more slick spilling out of you. “Hush now” your cheeks squish from how he has you in a headlock from behind. “And rub that little cunt pretty for me” you try to pull your hand away but his words stop you.
You feel the flat part of his knife tap against your lips so you open your mouth, unsure but completely confident in Carl's care for your wellbeing. You grunt when you feel his bulge grind against your ass.
Carl places the knife between your upper and lower teeth before hinting you to clamp it between them by kissing a corner of your mouth.
“Don't let it fall, or else” the threat accompanies a pinch on your ass and it makes you whine. “You're making too much noise… like a dumb little baby” his fingers glide between the crack of your ass before they reach your quivering entrance.
Carl chuckles as he tightens the headlock just a little bit before tilting his head so he can kiss and lick at your blushing cheeks. “A fine mess too” his remark with regard to how wet you are makes your pussy clench in a recoiling manner, the crinkled up hole rudely denying his finger an opening.
So Carl kisses a spot on your soft cheek before he takes a long, lingering lick to prepare it for when he sinks his teeth into your plush skin. Your back arches and you cry out, granting him just enough time to intrude your tight entrance. The knife slips through your teeth and lands on the mattress.
You shudder at how the shapes of his finger scars feel against your tight walls. Carl clicks his tongue with a snort. “Tsk tsk, I just told you not to let it fall” he slaps the knife off the bed before he nuzzles your loud moans into his mattress by pushing you down face first.
“Just what am I going to do with you, hm, little girl?” The sharp smack he lands on you betrays one's expectation of his strength that his slender frame lets on.
And so that day you learn the hard way that not every Prince in shining armor is bound to be a gentle lover.
Warnings: blood (no detailed descriptions just enough to get a vision), wounds
Summary; Carol and y/n get separated from their group because of a horde of walkers
Request: carol and reader getting split up from their group because of a horde of walkers. reader gets hurt while they’re trying to get away but doesn’t say anything until they have a moments rest. “carol” “not now” “Carol please” “I said not-“ and that’s when Carol notices just how injured you are
Word count: 573 (this came out shorter than intended if you want a part two I’ll def make one)
The stress of being separated from your group is terrifying. Coupled with the fact that the cause was a horde of walkers is nothing short of gut wrenching. I was skilled with a gun but if Carol hadn’t been by my side there was no way I would’ve made it out alive.
“Hey Carol..” I was still looking down at the wound, my blood soaked shirt up in my bloodied hands.
“Not now.” Her voice was firm; like she was lost in thought. Scared if I talked it would pull her out of whatever she had been deeply stuck on.
“Carol.. plea-“
“Y/n. I said not now.” she cut me off, turning to look at me with a dark expression in her eyes. Those same eyes immediately softening as a pant of worry shot through them. I forced a smile, trying to take a step towards her but I immediately collapsed.
Carol rushed to my side, her eyes filling with tears as I felt her drag me gently into her lap. Her hands pushed into my side, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
“You’re gonna be fine…” She mumbled through tears. I think it was more for her reassurance than my own. Things were beginning to blur as I got dizzy; her voice sounded far off.
“Help!” I could hear her scream but she sounded so far away. “For gods sake someone!” Before I knew it my hand was reaching up to press against her cheek, blooding smearing across it. I could feel her shallow breathing as her hand came up to mine. “You’re gonna be okay…”
The pain was excruciating now. Her touch doing nothing to soothe it, if anything her hands against it only created more pain. I winced as I tried to move, my attempts being futile.
I could hear Carol still calling out for help but her voice only grew more distant than it was. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours as I laid there in her arms. She held my hand to her face like it was a lifeline.
There was the distant found of footsteps pounding, getting closer and closer. My vision had blurred now; smiling up at Carol as the footsteps began to pound by my head. That was the last thing I remembered before things faded slowly. The last thing I heard was Carols sobs.
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First angst wooooooo
Sooo I’m sorry I slacked for so long 😭 literally no excuse I just forgot-
But it’s here now!
I felt like it felt longer as I was writing it, and I was satisfied until I saw the word count. Now because of that if you want a part two to see what happens after I will put it on my list!
carol and reader getting split up from their group because of a horde of walkers. reader gets hurt while they’re trying to get away but doesn’t say anything until they have a moments rest. “carol”
“not now,”
“carol please”
“i said not-“ and that’s when carol notices just how injured you are
i love angst and whumpyness pls and thank you!
Okay I love this idea! I’ll definitely start working on it :) I’m in the process of writing something for Negan right now so as soon as that is done I will push this out!
Edit: In case you see this if you wanna be anonymous to others feel free to DM me. How angsty you want this? Cuz I can do happy ending or sad ending I got ideas for both
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