New posting schedule, I will be writing/posting on the weekends and wed-nes-day. Just so I can put everything together and keep it together and a weekday to tide you over. I also am still taking requests to those who are asking and I've been eyeing a few ideas from @dixondisease in the meantime. Starting next week!!!!
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I might also write for other norman characters just to spice things up <3
This is the beginning of season 9, and since I'm still watching it (for the very first time ^-^), the events might seem a bit strange, but I believe it's on point. I hope you enjoy it, and my sincere thanks to @dixondisease for the idea, I urgently needed one to start adding our lovely Daryl to my masterlist, you're amazing💗.
Lust is a funny thing to feel, and it was a thousand times more intense when you barely had time to think, after all it seemed like the end of the world, but that didn't stop you from continuing to feel it, and it got worse after you met Daryl, a man with a big heart and little ambition, something you could describe as a wild animal trying to adapt to human law, to become domesticated.
It was difficult to get close to him, even from the beginning, when his bastard brother, Merle, was always around, bringing out the worst in the redneck, but after a while being alone with him became a huge challenge for you not to feel attracted to him, after all he's handsome, quiet, loyal to the group even with all the hardships, and it got worse when you saw him smoke: the way his lips adorned the newly lit cigarette, it seemed too hot to bear.
Around that time, Alexandria was going through even worse things to rebuild itself after the fall of Negan's empire and the communities' hatred of having them as survival partners. Did you know that Daryl was furious—rightfully so—with Rick for having to share food with the Sanctuary workers? He thought it was ridiculous that after everything, he himself would still have to command.
This would take effect the next day, and he was apprehensive. He had never even taken control of anything before, let alone commanding almost an army of defeated people?
It was too much, even if Rick, who is a natural leader, could handle it. You kept believing he could do it, but it would be unfair not to remember that that place had already been part of one of the biggest torments of his life, so he was right not to want to stay there.
Today, in particular, you were helping with replanting in the Kingdom, where Daryl had been for a while since it seemed closer to the Sanctuary than Alexandria. Your gaze went straight to him in front of the dining area, making you sigh as you watched him take a cigarette from the pack, put it to his thin, pink lips, light it, and take a drag... and, God, what a sight from hell, his lips, somewhat dry, adorned the cigarette, making you want to wet them.
Was it wrong to think about sex after all that, or was it just a result of everyone needing peace and quiet?
— You're cutting the tomato instead of removing the dead parts from the leaf.- Jesus' voice reaches you, making you blink and wipe the corner of your lips with the back of your glove. How pathetic, you were practically drooling.
— Oh, yes... I am. Sorry, I thought something was wrong.
— With Daryl?
— No, no, something's behind him.
The excuse didn't hold water, but Jesus isn't the type to force an answer; simply understanding that not having an answer is already an answer... like your gaze in Daryl's direction. Returning to the task of replanting and cutting away the dead parts, now with the news that Daryl was still smoking, but leaning against the doorframe of Kingdom's cafeteria.
After taking off his gloves, you noticed he had lit another cigarette; he was probably too stressed, and that made you mentally approach him. You smelled the strong scent of damp earth and the cigarette—maybe this wasn't his second, not that you cared, it was his characteristic smell. Despite this, you knew he was like a big man, less intimidated by approach, having developed a greater affinity for physical contact since the difficult times at the Sanctuary.
So you always approached him and placed your hand on his shoulder; he knew it was you just because of that, exhaling a puff of smoke, looking in your direction with those bright blue eyes, and giving a silent nod.
— Are you really going to the Sanctuary?
— Until Rick changes his mind or I smash everythin' up there.
— I know we're on the same page about disagreeing on this, and it also irritates me that communities need to come together to build bridges, but... there must be a better way to do things.
— With them all dead, I don't believe in any redemption for them.
— Me neither. Can I have a cigarette?- He nods, showing you the pack, but you become the epitome of audacity, slowly taking the cigarette from his lips and placing it on yours, glancing away as if it were nothing.- Thanks.
He looked at you sideways, incredulous, his angry gaze softened by the joke, and instead of making an irritated comment, he grunted as always, took the cigarette back from his mouth and tasted the nicotine and now his saliva mixed together, first touching it slowly with his tongue, and then with his lips.
— If I had known you'd want to taste my saliva, you could have just told me and I would have shown you myself.- And so, he threw his cigarette and stomped on it with his mouth, tilting his face to give it a little kiss, a peck to see if he would recoil. He looked around and scratched his lower lip, but didn't move away.
He just looked at your mouth again, pecking once more, then twice more, until it was actually a kiss without tongue, just lips, somewhat dry, but that wasn't a problem. You extended your tongue to moisten them, hearing a hoarse moan from his throat, feeling relieved that you weren't the only one who had wanted this since the Governor's time; perhaps that's why he was accepting the kiss so readily. A line of saliva formed between your lips, and you extended your tongue to cut through it.
— I can accompany you to the Sanctuary tomorrow, why don't you take today to rest? A coffee, a shower... there's still plenty of water for that, and you know how things are at the Sanctuary.
— Bath?- He frowns, and you agree almost immediately. See him naked? Obviously, that was at the peak of your wishes for a genie.- Oh...
Something clicked, and he realized: you didn't mean it was "just" a shower, of course it was more. And he responded by glancing around, a little kiss of agreement.
— We... uh... in 25. In a little while...
And so it was said, him stomping almost to run away from you, not out of fear, but to hide the erection that had formed inside his pants. Even though he was an old country bumpkin, he didn't know how to deal well with the fact that she would be naked, and soon he would be too.
Not that he was a virgin, but it was a strange, curious feeling every time he got a hard-on, and he felt somewhat frustrated that it was more frequent since he noticed your gaze on him: a strong survivor, but a weak man when it comes to feel horny, he felt that pain, you didn't even do much and you left him disconcerted, that's terrible, but so good... fucking good. It was so disconcerting for him to feel that way over such simple acts; it should be normal, right?
Maybe not for him, who had always been very reserved in these matters, even when Carol played around with making out, he always refrained from getting like that.
But now it was inevitable with you around, he would get lost, feel his ears burning, luckily he has long hair so you couldn't even see it, but even more embarrassing was the painful throbbing inside his jeans.
He didn't even want to think about it, but the image of him as so vulnerable in a place with water was created; just the phrase was frightening, but it was even worse with the figure of another person inside the same cubicle... naked.
Perhaps he should allow himself to be alone with you, because he automatically felt his pants getting wet: pathetic, he was practically leaking just thinking about it.
Most parts of his body is on the bigger side and it makes him unsure while navigating sex cause he doesn't feel as big on the inside as he is on the outside which shows through his movements and how he acts during it.
He also use his size and the physical strength that comes with it to stabilise and ground both himself and the other part.
Daryl felt his face contort into a grimace as he noticed the words that had slipped from his own mouth.
"I love you."
He had said it. He, who never believed that love existed and that he could feel it for someone. His eyes scanned every inch of your face, clueless as to what you were thinking. Daryl felt sweat trickle down his neck and his heart pounding in his chest. Why the hell ain't she sayin' nothin', just lookin' at me with an idiotic expression? He thought to himself.
That old, blind frustration began to take hold of him. Daryl turned his back to you, his heavy steps crushing the dry leaves as he began to pace back and forth, both hands pulling at his own hair, elbows raised. He looked exactly like the Daryl of years ago, in those first weeks on the road: a cornered animal, huffing, mentally cursing himself for being so stupid as to let his guard down. He was already ready to march into the woods and disappear among the trees.
"Daryl," you call out, your soft voice cutting through his turmoil.
The sound of his name on your lips makes his gears lock. Daryl turns abruptly toward you, his eyes narrowed and his chest rising and falling forcefully. Before you can formulate the sentence that would make sense of that silence, he simply gives in to the impulse.
He closes the space between you and unleashes all that anxiety on you. Daryl cups your face with his rough hands and crashes his lips against yours in a desperate, almost brutal clash. It was a hungry, clumsy kiss, tasting of tobacco mixed with the urgency of a man trying to silence the world —and his own mind by force. He presses you against his body as if he were holding onto a rope in the middle of a storm, using the heat of your mouth to erase the words he should never have said.
When he finally pulls away, his lips separate from yours with a wet smack, both of you gasping for air. Daryl takes a shaky step back, unable to hold your gaze, his cheeks flushed as he quickly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to regain his tough-guy pose.
"Forget it. Forget I said that shit," he spits the words, his voice hoarse and hurried, turning his back again to try and escape. "I shouldn't've..."
"Daryl, stop!" you step forward, grabbing his arm before he disappears. Letting out a soft, emotional laugh, you say what the silence had been holding back: "I love you too, you idiot."
The words hang in the air, and their effect is instantaneous. The tension that stiffened Daryl's shoulders vanishes all at once. He freezes in place, looking at your hand that still holds his arm, then slowly raises his eyes to your face, blinking as if trying to process if he heard correctly. His mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. For the first time in his life, Daryl Dixon didn't seem to want to run away; he seemed to have finally found his way home.
This time, when his lips touch yours again, the urgency is still there, but now there's a touch of certainty.
"Better not change your mind, woman," his voice comes out hoarse, panting, trying to fight the smile forming on his face.
Plot: inspired by a fanfic idea posted by @dixondisease
Daryl has been used and abused by almost everyone and now he has you, he can quite believe it. It’s like he’s waiting for something to go wrong and doesn’t truly believe you’re real. (Established relationship, no specific era. No descriptions of reader, no use of y/n)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Touching. Oral (female receiving). Body worship/exploration.
Word Count: 1.5K
A/N: Had part of this idea brewing for a while but the fic idea gave me the rest I needed!
The sun was setting outside and the evening air was cooling. The day had been long and busy but you and Daryl had shared a cold shower — totally to save water — and now, here you both lay in bed, naked and tangled in one another.
Daryl’s head was resting against your shoulder; the fingers of one hand combing through his hair, the others were switching between stroking over the arm he had draped over you and his cheek.
You were both silent as the room darkened. His breathing was steady and relaxed but you could feel his eyelashes brushing against your skin as he blinked so you knew he was still awake and thinking. You felt his jaw tense a little as he chewed his lip but you stayed silent; Daryl would speak when he was ready.
Outwardly he was a man of few words to most people. To those he completely trusted, conversation could last for hours. You loved the nights and early mornings you’d had talking about anything, everything. Stupid things and deep conversations alike — nothing was off limits. You’d often spoken about how you’d both thought your lives would go, how things had changed and while it had all gone to shit, you had found each other.
You scratched lightly through Daryl’s hair from temple to nape and smiled as he shivered a little. He swallowed audibly and the small intake of breath preceded his words, like he had to work himself up to speaking. You listened as he started and stopped, stuttered a little but you never interrupted.
“…Are ya real?” Daryl whispered against you softly.
You smiled and nodded “I’m real, baby” you kept your voice on the same level as his.
“I feel like I made y’ up… like I’m gonna wake up sometime and ya won’t be here and reality will hit me that y’ were in my head the whole time.”
Your heart ached for Daryl and you closed your arms around him tight “you didn’t make me up, I’m real, I’m here and I’m not leaving.”
“I’m not used t’ good shit happenin’ t’ me. When it does… somethin’ always comes along to ruin it. I guess… I’m just… scared that’s wha’s gonna happen wi’ you.”
You kiss the top of his head and nuzzle his hair.
“So sometimes I… can’t believe you’d choose me. Outta everyone… you chose me… I was just some redneck with anger issues when we met.”
“I don’t blame you for having anger issues.” You smile. “Everything was shit…. Still is… just less so.”
“Didn’t know how ta talk to women… still don’t. Not the pretty ones like you.”
“You get by baby… I stumbled over my words more than a few times when we started talking.” You chuckle “remember when I served you “binced meef with spagasta sists?…”
You both laugh softly at the memory; your first official date after some months of dancing around each other. You’d meant to say “minced beef with spaghetti”, but you had actually served pasta twists - when you saw Daryl sat in the candle light watching you with those blue eyes, your brain had short-circuited and muddled up letters and words spectacularly.
Daryl nods against you and smiles, turning his head a little to kiss your skin. As he does so you feel a drop into your shoulder, followed by another. It takes a few seconds for you to realise they were tears.
“Baby…?” You try to tilt his face up to you but he doesn’t let you, instead he leans his forehead against your shoulder and sobs quietly. You shuffle a little so you can wrap yourself around him properly. “It’s okay…” you whisper and stroke his hair.
“I’ve done so much… bad shit.. I dunno what good thing is was that meant I deserved you.” He trails his hands over your naked form and slowly looks up at you with red rimmed eyes.
“You did what you needed to do, to survive baby and I’m so glad you did… because now you’re here with me and we get to share what’s left of goodness in this world.” You cup his face with one hand and gently wipe his tears with your thumb before placing a light kiss to the tip of his nose, making him smile.
Daryl squeezes your thigh lightly and continues to trail his fingers over you.
“You making sure I’m really real baby?” You smile, there’s no judgement in your question, just understanding.
He nods in answer “If I can feel ya and touch ya… ya gotta be real..”
You move to lay back for him, your arms resting comfortably above your head on the pillow and Daryl moves to immediately use both hands to map out every curve, every dip, every rise and fall.
His lips are hot and light on your skin, following the paths his hands take time to make over you. He kisses old and new scars; traces their trajectories with the lightest touch of his fingertips.
Each of your nipples are licked slowly; his tongue swirling and flicking over the peaked nubs making you arch and whine. His fingers continue when his mouth leaves them and then his hands trail over you again.
Slowly, Daryl moves lower down you; his hands circle around over your back making you arch further. He doesn’t want to miss a single part of you. He knows how much you like to feel his teeth against your skin and nips lightly across your hip bones from one to the other. He knees up between your legs and gently lifts one; his hands knead over your skin followed by his kisses from thigh to ankle to foot and toes before gently lowering your leg and lifting the other to continue; he starts from your toes but repeats his actions moving up to your inner thigh.
You’d never had your feet kissed before; not something you’d ever thought about. Truth be told now? You want him to do it again because somehow he made you feel like a Goddess being worshipped; the bed was your alter and Daryl was no mere servant; he was your God ruling by your side and protecting you.
As you got lost in your thoughts you gasped suddenly and arched off the bed, gripping your pillow. His thick fingers were slowly circling your entrance and trailing through your slick folds.
Opening your eyes just a little you see his face looking over you laid out before him. His eyes travelled down over you and came to rest on your pussy; his fingers still slowly working over you.
“Daryl…. Please…” you whisper.
He lays himself back down between your legs and replaces his fingers with his mouth; his tongue laps over you while his hands hold your hips to keep you steady. He switched between lapping over you, dipping his tongue into you, sucking your clit, uses the tip of his tongue to flick and circle. He wraps an arm over your lower stomach and pushes two fingers into you, curling them deep and thrusting slowly.
You try to move your hips for more friction but the strong arm holding you down puts a stop to that. Daryl grinds his hips against the bed, moans against your pussy as he eats you like a man starved and savouring his last meal on earth. The few times you manage to look down and catch sight of his face you see there’s still tears in his eyes.
“Oh god..” you whimper and pull at the pillow.
Daryl speeds up his fingers, moves his tongue faster and sucks harder. He’s panting against you and grinding his hips frantically as you get more worked up.
“Daryl… baby…. Just there!” Your toes curl and you call out, thighs tightening around Daryl’s head as you climax. He grunts roughly and lets out a low moan against your pussy, his own hips stilling.
He crawls up over you as your body recalibrates itself, your brain clears the fuzz and his lips meet yours — you love tasting yourself on him. You once again wrap yourself in each other and become a tangle of limbs, sheets and sweat.
Daryl holds you close against him; hanging onto you like you’re his lifeline, he kisses you slow and deep then whispers against your lips.
“I love ya…I don’t know why I deserve ya but ya make me so happy… I’m never lettin’ ya go.”
You kiss him back and drink in his words “I love you too, I’m not going anywhere.. I’m not gonna disappear. I promise. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
Daryl pulls the sheets over you both and guides your head to his chest for you to relax. You both drift off to sleep within moments of one another but Daryl still finds himself waking briefly throughout the night to check you’re still there in his arms; when the sun rises and you’re still there he smiles softly in the comfort he feels and allows himself to fully sleep for a few hours before the day properly starts.
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I’ve got a wild and silly imagination that likes to take off when a fictional character takes over my mind so I use this platform to post my ideas that all incredible writers on here can bring to life through fiction!
I write ideas for Fem!Reader by default cause I’ve only lived through the perspective of a woman although some ideas don’t necessarily need gender to be specified I could never write 100% truthfully from the perspective of another.
Taglist info: My taglist is for fanfic writers who’s work I enjoy reading. ALL fanfic writers are welcome, just ask to be added and I’ll read your work! There is a tag limit on tumblr, inactive blogs (Updated over a year ago) gets removed from the list along those who no longer wants to get tagged and new blogs can take their place, exceptions are mutuals I know are on break. Anyone can leave and re-join as they wish. If the list is full, those who ask to be included are queued until there’s space and are first in line to get added in order of when I received the requests.
Reader pretends to be dead to not actually end up dead. The enemy has planned to kill her, let her turn so Daryl would have to fight and probably kill his woman in walker form, all to break him. Readers limp body is presented to Daryl and as they thought, he breaks down… He contemplates attempting to kill the enemy even though failure equals death. He’s surely losing his lust to live without her but when his head falls over her and he hides his face close to hers he feels a faint breath and familiar lips planting a kiss on his skin and he’s hit by confusion then hope as he realises. Now he knows they have a chance of surviving this together…
Taglist in no significant order of writers i enjoy which keeps expanding as I discover new blogs:)
ꕥ Summary: quick little smutty piece abt reader getting into an argument with daryl who doesn't rlly know how to be a good bf yet so he makes it up to her.
ꕥ Warnings: cursing, smut, mention of gore
ꕥ Word Count: 1.3k
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Your breath calms as you watch the puffy, white clouds wash over each other in the blue sky. Your skin is itchy from the patch of scutch-grass that cradles your back. But, you don’t care, you wouldn’t trade this for anything even if every piece of you was in pain. Well, if you were presented with the choice of returning to your life before the outbreak over this, honestly you weren’t sure what you would choose. Going back would mean not feeling his fingers trace the back of your hand or the warmth of his breath against your neck on days like today where you and Daryl would disappear into the large field near Alexandria, sometimes spending hours pointing out the different shapes in the clouds and laughing. On others, he pins you to the grass, leaving you trapped under his weight as he kisses every square inch of your body. It’s good to feel understood, to have someone who ruthlessly adores you. You never had that, not even from your parents, and especially not from your father. Something tells you Daryl didn’t either, and by the way he flinches whenever you try to peel his shirt off his back, you know that whatever he endured was way worse. You don’t always talk, Daryl is known for being the quiet type since losing Merle, but on days when he does it never feels forced.
Today is different, though. Neither of you wishes to speak, the result of a particularly nasty argument that started after breakfast.
You were cleaning up and running your mouth, pissed about something Rick said to you the day prior. You remember the way Daryl mumbled to himself as your soapy hands passed him dishes to dry off. “You wouldn’t know a bad day if it slapped you in the face.”
He didn’t realize you heard him until you haphazardly dropped the plate you were scrubbing into the sink and stormed off down the hallway. All you could think about in that moment was your sister’s face before she took her last breath in your arms, or the way your mom’s entrails dangled from a walker’s mouth when your camp got overrun. He had no right to say that, and sadness quickly turned into anger when hot tears began streaming down your face.
“C’mon, girl. Don’t be like that. Y’know I didn’t mean it.” He caught up to you in the hallway, putting a hand on your shoulder.
At his touch, you turn promptly, spitting as you yelled back. “Fuck you!” It wasn’t the first time he made an offhanded comment like that, but it was the first time you decided you had more than enough of it.
“It’s the damn truth!” He was up in your face, throwing his arms around hysterically in a way that scared you as anger swallowed him whole.
You didn’t reply, instead shrinking into your room to grab a few things before darting past him through the hall and out the front door. You’ve seen him angry before, but never has that anger been directed towards you.
“Where ya goin’ girl?” He yelled from the balcony, pacing anxiously as he watched your silhouette walk down the street and towards the gate.
“Don’t fuckin’ follow me.” You yelled over your shoulder before signalling to Eugene to open the gate.
Eventually, Daryl found you lying on your back with tears streaming down your face at your secret spot in the field. A place where you both learned to love and promised to each other to never fight.
Instead of telling him to go away, you stayed still, quietly watching the clouds go by. He lies next to you and doesn’t dare speak out of fear of losing everything he’s worked so hard to build with you.
“You’re an asshole.” You finally whisper.
He lays there contemplating before replying. “You’re right. I’m sorry – you shouldn’t let anyone talk to you like that, it ain’t right.” You can hear his voice break. “I don’t deserve you.” A sob escapes him and tears begin streaming down his face. You’ve never seen him cry like this in front of you.
You sit up, rolling over and stretching your arm on top of him. You brush a few fingers through his tangled hair and wipe a tear escaping the corner of his eye. He smiles, grabbing a hold of your head and pressing his lips against yours.
“I’m so lucky to have you. Shouldn’t have to deal with me. I’m a dick.” He sighs.
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so you think I shouldn’t forgive you so easily?” You plant a kiss on his forehead. “Think I should be harder on you?” You look down at him, fire lighting your eyes. “Well… if you wanna work for it, I know how you can make it up to me…”
He kisses you again, this time harder and his tongue slips between the crack between your lips as you smile.
“You’re bad.” He chuckles, his face still wet from crying.
“And you’re an asshole. I’d say we’re made for each other.” You tease.
He forces you on your back, pinning your arms over your head with one hand as he kisses you deeply and spreads your thighs with his knee. You moan into his mouth, riding the pressure building between your legs from the friction of his blue jeans. His other hand comes down to unbutton your shorts and you cry into his mouth. Yes, god please keep going. His fingers dive under the soaken fabric of your underwear and swirl around your swollen clit. You squirm under his touch, whimpering into his mouth as the pressure grows unbearable. He pulls his head back and smiles down at you before kissing the tender skin between your earlobe and collarbone.
“Yes, baby. Lemme show you what you deserve.” He growls into your ear.
He pulls your underwear and shorts down completely and tosses them to the side before spreading your legs apart with his strong hands, leaving you exposed in the middle of this field. He nudges his nose against your aching core, and you try your best not to cry out of fear of attracting any walkers. He licks a thick stripe over your pussy and buries a finger inside as his tongue draws circles over your clit. Your back arches, and you bite down on the palm of your hand to keep yourself from screaming out his name. As his wrist begins to pump you faster, tears form in your eyes. You look up to the sky and watch it turn into a watercolour mess of blues and whites. It’s almost too much, but you knew better than to fight Daryl about this. The last time you did, he stopped completely, forcing you to finish the job as he sat back and watched.
Before you know it every muscle in your body spasms and you cry out, whimpering his name as he pulls a long orgasm from you. You lay there for a while, contemplating rotting away completely in this field. Neither of you wish to go back but the midday heat becomes unbearable. As the sun reaches its peak you get dressed and start to make your way back to Alexandria with Daryl. Once you reach the gate, he unexpectedly takes you in his arms and carries you princess style into town.
“Y’all aren’t fighting, are you?” Eugene can barely hide the confusion and concern on his face. “Cause when y’all left I thought someone wasn't comin’ back alive.”
“All good now.” You laugh, nuzzling your face into Daryl’s shoulder to hide your embarrassment.
“Spaghetti tonight.” Daryl nods at Eugene. "Don't forget the booze.”
His eyes look you up and down, undoubtedly noticing the grass and dirt matted into your hair. “I think I’ll need it.”
idea creds to @dixondisease. just a little something i wrote out of boredom
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝
It’s not fucking fair.
The way he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, that smug smirk that spreads across his face every time he catches you staring. It’s mockery, watching the way he talks to the other girls at the camp who seriously couldn’t care less about him when you spend every moment of every waking hour fighting to suppress that feeling that blooms in your belly whenever he flexes his biceps a certain way to fire his crossbow or grins his teeth over the squelch of his knife tearing into a walker’s skull. It’s an uphill battle, one that you always end up losing by rubbing your thighs together to stop that agonizing pull between your legs whenever he’s around.
Today, however, was exceptionally awful.
Today, Rick decided that the group would split up and raid a town down the road.
Well, everyone except for you and Daryl.
Instead, you got tasked with patrolling the perimeter, ensuring that neither the dead nor the living could ambush the group. So, from sunrise to sundown, you stood at a lookout together, taking turns scanning the treeline with a pair of binoculars. You almost screamed when his pinky grazed yours the first time he handed them over, and that anxiousness in your chest stayed even as the sun began to set in front of your eyes.
Those hours had passed slowly, until Daryl was decidedly bored enough to pluck a loose cigarette from his shirt pocket and light it between his fingers and lips. Between the adrenaline pulsing through your veins and the cloud of smoke that engulfed you both, your mind blurred and judgement fogged until you just couldn’t take it anymore. Giving in to his torment, you desperately burned your fingers on the cigarette hanging from his mouth before throwing it aside and kissing him deeply until the taste of nicotine spread to your mouth.
You jumped when he kissed you back, wrapping both his arms around you and pulling you closer. He kissed you like he was starving.
It was rhythmic, messy, and with every minute you spent not watching the road, the more that sensation grew in your core. Selfishly, you grinded softly into his thigh, letting out a dull whimper into his mouth and squeezed a hand around his toned bicep.
“Jesus, girl. We’re s’posed to be watchin’.” He suppressed a nervous laugh. “Rick’d kill us both if he saw us right now.”
“Don’t care. Need you. Now.” You replied breathlessly.
To that, he perched back down and kissed you harder than before, trailing his hand down your spine, making your body vibrate. Neither of you knew how long you spent on that roof, and by the grace of god Rick didn’t come looking after the sun went down. Clothes dangling from the ledge and hair tousled against the cool pavement floor, it would’ve been quite the sight.
Daryl has been freezing reader out since Rick disappeared and reader decide enough is enough. He has lost people and so has she but they aren’t dead and reader is not gonna act like they are so she starts sleeping across the river from his camp. During the day, Daryl ignores her but at night while she sleeps on the ground he goes to the other side and carefully lift her head enough to put a makeshift pillow underneath and the night after that when it gets cold and windy he does the same but this time bringing a blanket. Reader wakes up slightly confused but warmer inside knowing it could only be Daryl who’s been bringing her these things. If a walker gets close to her while she sleeps he shoots it. She tries to communicate with him but it doesn’t go well. She gets tired of his bullshit and angrily walks into the woods after another talk that didn’t go well and there she meets Leah and gets taken to the Reapers… Daryl thinks she gave up when she doesn’t come back but he can’t help but wanting to make sure she’s safe so he visit Alexandria asking for her, not to talk to her but to know she’s fine. Nobody has seen her so he checks home, she’s not there so he visit Hilltop… Not there. He radio Kingdom and Ocean Sight… Not there… Now he’s worried and it won’t get better when he finds her.
Tag list in no significant order of writers i enjoy so far which keeps expanding as I discover new blogs:)
Hello lovelies!! I'm using my spring break to focus on writing everyone's requests from my 650 followers celebration, but I still wanted to post. I decided to make a fun little writing resource and I compiled a list of my favorite prompt accounts. You might recognize some of these blogs from my aforementioned challenge. As always, all the credit goes to these lovely creators.
The blogs
@dixondisease
@novelbear
@celestialwrites
@creativepromptsforwriting (this blog has one of the largest prompt archives that I could find)
@keyotosprompts
@helianskies (this blog has a variety of content, but their prompt masterlist is pinned)
@scealaiscoite (unfortunately, this user accidentally deleted their blog and is having to repost old content)
@urfriendlywriter
@nightprompts
@marichive (they have loads of lyric prompts)
@deity-prompts
@sapphicwhxre (this blog isn't strictly a prompt account, but they have their prompt lists pinned)
germansingergirl
discoholicmusic
annaxmalina
kianamaiart
yousharknotpass
romaincrisis
