Just a reminder to ALL OF Y'ALL! Norman Reedus himself, aka the mf who gets to make all final says on Daryl's character- Said that Daryl wouldn't be all dominant and rough in bed. He would be gentle and almost shy, as if he didn't know what he was doing and would not be comfortable in charge!
(I'm paraphrasing cuz I can't find the clip to exactly quote it but if anyone can please share it!)
After arriving at the Alexandria safe-zone, reader attracts the attention of Spencer Monroe leaving her to remind him about her boyfriend.
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WARNINGS: swearing
a/n: set in season 5 just after the group have started to settle into Alexandria - E🌻
It hadn’t been long since the group had arrived in Alexandria, and everyone was trying to find their place in the seemingly stable, normal community. You can’t really remember the last time you felt safe, the prison maybe? But even then, it had been an illusion of security that you had foolishly gone along with. This time nobody would be forgetting that safety was a weak promise in the new world, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t find a place in this new community. Maybe even make some friends. Afterall, Arron and Eric turned out to be lovely and welcoming to everyone in your group. They had even vouched for you all when first arriving in Alexandria. But what had really sealed the deal for you was them taking Daryl under their wing, treating him as a person and not some dirty mountain man to be feared. Unlike the rest of your group, Daryl was struggling to adjust to the new reality he found himself in. Going from the rough wilderness to white picket fences and garden parties was a major shock to his system that left him withdrawn and reluctant to interact with the Alexandrians. His refusal to wash most definitely acted as a repellant to the sheltered residents and was most likely a reason for not getting cleaned up like the rest of you. Despite this, all you could hope for was that in time he would realise the best place for the group was somewhere with high walls and protection, a permanent place for Carl and Judith to grow up in semi-normality.
As you were walking back towards one of the shared houses your group had been given, a voice shouted loudly from across the street startling you from worrying about Daryl. It was Deanna's sons, the one who had tried to talk to you at the welcome party a few days ago. He was friendly enough and seemed like he was genuinely excited to talk to someone new, so you had taken the time to have a polite conversation with him before excusing yourself to go and look for Daryl.
“Hey! How're you settling in?” He seemed out of breath, like he had been rushing to catch you before you made it to the house the group had claimed.
“Oh hey! Spencer right?” His name popped suddenly into your head, allowing you to avoid a potentially awkward encounter where you had to admit you'd forgotten his name.
“You remembered?” Spencer looked flattered and seemed to stand just a little bit taller with the confirmation that he had apparently made a strong enough impression on you.
“Yeah, that's kind of my thing. I'm a people person.” You gave a slight chuckle, a long-forgotten memory of Daryl remarking this exact thing upon your first meeting. God, the prison seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Must have come in handy while out there, right?” Spencer questioned, clearly curious about your story before coming to Alexandria. You smiled briefly but neither confirmed nor denied his subtle prying. If he wanted to know about your story so badly, he could simply watch your tape. Deanna had said anyone, and everyone had access to them. You had no desire to have a stroll through memory lane with a stranger.
“Well, I'm glad I caught you when I did. Saves me coming over to the house later and having to face all your roommates.” By roommates he most likely meant Daryl, Carol, Michonne and the Grimes family. Everyone else had chosen to stay in the second house generously provided upon arrival in the community. “My folks are throwing a garden party tonight, just a few people unlike the big welcome your group got. I thought you might want to come along?” Spencer had a hopeful, expectant look on his face, sort of like a puppy. You didn't have the heart to reject the offer and that's why you said “Sure Spencer, I’d love to. I can't guarantee Daryl will want to join though.”
At the reminder that you and Daryl rarely went anywhere without the other, he deflated somewhat, and his face took on a pensive look “Yeah he doesn't strike me as a great conversationalist.” A flirtatious grin appeared “But if he can't make it then I'll just have to keep you company.” You laughed politely, uncomfortable with Spencer’s sudden switch in tone, before excusing yourself and heading in the direction of your house, waving a hand behind you to Spencer who shouted a reminder to arrive at around 6pm and “wear something pretty.”
As you stepped up onto the porch of the house you spotted Daryl seemingly staring out at nothing, his shoulders tensed and thumb at his mouth where he bit the skin, a nervous habit he had picked up in his youth. You came up behind him and leaned into his firm body, snaking your hands around his front until you clung to him securely, gently caressing his stomach in a soothing manner. “What's up?”
“Nothin’ I'm fine.”
“You sure about that handsome?” You felt him shift at the compliment, even after all this time Daryl was embarrassed about receiving any praise regardless of who was giving it, although you both had a fun time exploring that in the bedroom. “Tell me what's bothering you. Please.”
The magic word was all it took for him to turn around in your arms and face you, large, calloused hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. “Jus’ don' trust him s’all.”
“Who, Spencer?!” You scoffed disbelievingly and smiled sweetly up at Daryl, pushing up on tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “He's harmless, trust me. But if you're not convinced, come with me to the garden party tonight.”
“Ain't goin’ ta no damn party. Fuckin’ stupid, world had ended and they're more worried ‘bout socialising.” Daryl predictably sneered at the idea, just as you knew he would. Again, you smiled up at him and hugged around his middle. “Don't worry, I'm only teasing. I know it's not your thing. I'll go for an hour and then be back home, just want to make some friends in this place.” Daryl nodded his acceptance of your answer, knowing that you weren't built like him, you thrived in social situations and loved to meet new people. It reminded you of the world before the turn.
“Alright, I'll go ta Arrons place an’ work on the bike.”
“I’m so glad you made it! Come on in!” Spencer greeted you at the door, a bright smile on his face as he ushered you inside, his hand low on your back. The contact took you by surprise and you quickly rushed ahead of him to get away from the over familiar hand. “Thanks for inviting me, it was really nice of you. Not many people have approached us yet.”
“Don't worry, people are always wary of newcomers. They'll warm up to you soon enough, especially when they realise how sweet you are.” Another compliment, another uncomfortable pause in the conversation where Spencer looked at you as if he expected you to say or do something. You weren't sure what he expected exactly, but as soon as you saw Deanna you took the opportunity to redirect the conversation.
“I'm gonna go and thank your Mom really quick.” With an unsure smile you did exactly that. Before long the garden was packed with faces you had noticed in passing but had yet to put names to. It was a friendly and welcoming affair, with good food and laughter. In many ways it reminded you of the life you’d had before the turn, a sense of nostalgia washed over you as you remembered the many house warming parties you attended and the backyard barbecues hosted by grandparents. Taking a steady intake of air, you tuned back into the conversation around you.
“So, you've got to tell me! Is that leader of yours-”
“Rick” you gently reminded the lady.
“Yes, him! I have got to know, has anybody laid claim to him?” The small group of women let out tittering giggles. You smiled in amusement.
“No, Rick is happily single. He's got enough on his plate with the kids.” Disappointed huffs met your answer.
“What about you?” This came from behind you, Spencer had made his way over to the group and charmingly smirked at you as he asked. “I've not noticed you with anyone in particular.” Again the women giggled with some even nudging you teasingly in the direction of Spencer. You were quite honestly shocked. Despite being in Alexandria only a few weeks you had made a habit to stick close to one member at all times, a general rule that Rick enforced. However, for Spencer to be so ignorant as to not realise you and Daryl were together was shocking.
“Well, I do have a boyfriend actually.” It was as if you'd kicked a puppy in front of him because Spencer's expression turned from a charming smile to wide eyed sadness.
“Who?” He almost whispered. It was as if you'd betrayed him, a response you found ridiculous since he hadn’t known you for very long and your relationship with him was barely a friendship.
“It's Daryl, I'm surprised you hadn't noticed.”
“Of course I hadn't noticed! He barely shows his face let alone speaks to you in public.”
“He's just a little anti-social, especially surrounded by new people.” You were quick to defend. “Besides, my relationship with Daryl is none of your business!” With that you decided it was time to leave, having had enough of this garden party and Spencer.
“Where are you going?” He rushed to keep up with you as you made your way through the crowd and towards the back gate.
“To spend time with my boyfriend Spencer. I'll see you later.” And with that you finally managed to leave the party and began the walk back home, hoping that Daryl was done with his bike for the day. Sure enough as the front porch came into view, the redneck was sitting in the rocking chair staring out at the street with a somewhat relaxed expression on his face. As he saw you approach, he raised a hand in greeting and that was all you needed to run up the steps and jump onto his lap, curling up like a cat seeking affection.
“Woah, watch out. ‘m covered in oil.” He grumbled with no real heat behind it, already moving his hands to rest on your lower back and bringing his cheek to rest on top of your head.
“I know, just really missed you. The party was boring. Should have just stayed with you.” Under your cheek you felt his chest lift up and down steadily, lulling you into sleep.
“Alrigh’ princess. Next time ya jus’ stay with me.”
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a/n: old draft!!! i felt like you guys needed something since i’ve been so busy.. this was just for fun so please don’t take anything to heart if you feel like something didn’t feel cannon to you. i simply made this because i have a lot of dirty thoughts about him so the content in here is all over the place..
this man is completely changed. after getting that sweet sweet release he feels soo relaxed. he’ll pull you in his big arms as nuzzle his stubbled face against you giving you slow, gentle kisses. if he made a mess on you he’ll lick it up for you but if it’s too much he’ll carry you to the bath. i can imagine him lazily smoking a cigarette while lathering soap in your hair and massaging your scalp. anything that he can do to show you that he loves you that doesn’t involve too many words.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of their partner's)
where ever the most meat is at. daryl loves to grab at your flesh and kneed it, lay on it, kiss and bite it, he’s obsessed. chubby tummies, big hips, thick thighs, boobs/pecs 1000%… ofc he loves your much more sensitive areas as well (yk what im talking about). he’s a munch with a capital m and will spend his days just pleasing you..
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he’s messy. he wants to cum in you, on you and everything in between. he absolutely loves the feeling of marking you like that and seeing his cum on what’s his. once he cums in you he’ll shove it deeper into you when it drips out. if you make him pull out he’ll cum all over your abdomen and chest, all over your face if his muscles aren’t all locked up and he can get there in time. think he’d lick nasty stripes up across your cum covered face when your all fucked out and then start kissing you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
mommy/daddy kink…. just hold up.. i love to imagine he’ll slip up somtimes and call you mommy. he loves you please you and just do what you say, take care of you.. and call you mommy sometimes. it tends to happen when his mind is all mush either after a really long trip without you or after a few hours of messing around. on the flip side… the more controversial daddy kink. listen im a sucker for it okay… and this is my page so hear me out!! i think daryl would honestly be a switch, everything just depends on who needs more attention at the moment and how he feels about himself. when he’s jealous, angry or feeling insecure he can get a little bit into his head and really feel the need for full control. moments like this he just wants to take what he wants and maybe just put you down a little… maybe he’s a little toxic or a little bit into the humiliation side of things but either way he feels a sense of pride when you have breaks like he does and start calling him daddy.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
daryl… my sweet husband.. he’s got fuck ass nothing, no experience, ever. it’s a learning experience when he gets with you because he realizes how strong he is and that it’s a whole science. what do you mean he can’t just get you off by getting himself off? just let him adjust some okay… i really think there’s times where he’ll just fuck you for hours in all different kinds of ways, just experimenting with you like your some kind of toy to figure out what he should be doing. i think he’d catch on pretty fast once he hears how pretty you sound cumming from his cock alone, like his mind is blown and he realizes how hard he needs to work to hear that every single time…
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
early seasons he would probably only know doggy and is probably way too emotionally distant to make any actual connection… however after a while i think he becomes a weirdo and wants to fuck you where your noses are practically touching. i’m talking he wants to be as close to you as humanly possible so he’s probably got you all twisted up with your ankles on his shoulders, full on growling in your ear. in the later seasons he’s just an old man, baby is sore and probably really enjoys something slower with you riding him. just getting to take it all in and feel you up as you use his body to get off, omfg this man does stuff to me..
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he’s not silly at all, maybe he’s a bit funny to you but he doesn’t mean to me. he’s too reserved to be messing around and making jokes, he’s doing his best to please you so he’s very focused.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)
Mmm, hairy.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s your baby, he’s looking at you with his big needy eyes and kissing you everywhere trying to get as close as possible to you. If he could crawl in your skin he would because he loves you so much and can’t express it the way he wants to with his words.
J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
before you? absolutely not, doesn’t even cross his mind once. however as soon as you come into his life he’s stroking his dick raw. any possible time he gets he’s fucking into his hand desperately whining and growling like an injured animal. you set him on fire and all he can do is try and dampen the flames so he doesn’t devour you as soon as he sees your pretty face.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he’s into gentle loving.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The basic answer is the bed however the odd answer would be small spaces.. maybe liking the feeling of the physical touch and intimacy.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
he wants to see your post orgasm glow. life is so stressful now a days and it’s hard to even get to sex. by the time you guys can actually get intimate it’s probably been a long time and you’d both be pent up. daryl thrives on seeing you fall apart in the most gentle raw way.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
consensual non consent. doesn’t matter what kind of feral man he is when it comes to the thought of ever taking you like that his heart sinks into his stomach. if you’d ever ask he’d probably take it to heart as something you think he’s capable of no matter the situation. he doesn’t want to be any of the messed up men in his life and would start to get in his head about that. he’ll give it to you rough if that’s really what you need but in the world you live in now it’s something far too real.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he’s a munch.. we all know this. your holes are his last meal and his dying request because nothing in the world feels better than the taste of you in his mouth, the sounds you make and the way you clamp around his head. yet….. when it comes to you giving him oral… he cums so fast. the first time you ever sucked on his balls while looking up at him with the sweetest little face he whined. daryl definitely has a hard time keeping his hips still and at the end bucks farther into your throat and practically cries when he cums down your warm tight perfect throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
I think it would be hard for Daryl to get into a good pace for the two of you. I think the biggest challenge is his strength and how he doesn’t quite understand its extent.. He could be rough without really meaning to be but I believe he really tries to be gentle with you. In early seasons sex is a race and honestly something he would use to boost his ego a little bit, just a little bit.. He does quickly get more sensual especially after a close call with a different group/run gone wrong/ walkers and it transforms into worship. That would be one of the first times he really snaps back into reality about how much he loves you and how it’s a miracle someone as perfect as you would even love him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
In early stages of your relationship they were fun and spunky but he’s too protective. He wants you in a bed at night where he has all the time in the world to take care of you. The last thing he needs is to be caught quite literally with his pants down in a situation that would put you two in danger.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he’d do anything for you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
daryl can’t really do a whole lot… he’s an older fella, you know? if he’s in some kind of like rut stage he will desperately try and please you even as he’s all soft and sensitive.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he would be afraid of them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Daryl would be too awkward to tease you, if he does it’s by accident. maybe sometimes he’ll talk to you and it will come off really condescending.. he tries to please you the best he can and he thinks your so adorable so he can’t help it.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
listen… just listen… loud. he’s so so loud, whiny and grunty. i feel like he wouldn’t really even get the concept of what’s ‘socially acceptable’ or not about guys making sounds in bed. i don’t think he could physically hold back just how good you make him feel. however i think the older he gets it becomes something a bit more mature in a sense. instead of just going crazy and spitting out any nonsense he can he’d really take his time to tell you everything your doing right.
“yeah.. makin’ me feel so fuckin good, pretty little hips.. keep movin’ em like that.”
“mm baby.. do that again, come on.. such a smart tounge ya got, swirl it again..”
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
i think in high school he was put into some kind of creative art class, maybe and art or a tech theatre class.. he would be one of those kids that just didn’t fit in there but still showed his worth silently. he would find himself actually putting elbow grease into some of these assignments, maybe if it was a group project too because he wouldn’t want to see people upset. he definitely got made fun of for it by merle and would try and keep it a secret but he needed the credits to try and graduate.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
all sexy meat. yummy man muscles and chub. absolutely beautiful scars that will keep you guys talking about your lives forever.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
he doesn’t really have a high drive because of how busy he is. he’s always out doing something on the road just trying to keep people alive. he savors sex with you and sees it as like a soul connection, he despises the life he grew up around where it was sold and treated as something so casual.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
oh boy… like a light. one moment he’s using all his energy fucking into you making your fantasies come true but as soon as you finally cum he just collapses. he will give you a sloppy kiss or two that’s really more tongue than anything else and most likely not even your mouth. give him the benefit of a doubt though because i just know he came way before you and is fighting for his life getting overstimulated feeling his cum and your juices all over his sensitive cock. he’s probably so sweaty and cute just nuzzling up against your bare skin like a grizzly bear ready to hibernate. who needs a weighted blanket when you have daryl?
It was supposed to be a normal day. I had just gotten home from work, Daryl hadn't even woken up yet. A twelve hour shift, a person with a literal bitemark on their arm, and several GSW cases later I needed a shot of whiskey and some sleep. I've been getting so much overtime with the increase in police shootings, the money is great but I'm exhausted. Perks of being an EMT.
After changing into pajamas, I carefully slide into bed next to my husband. He's a light sleeper so it doesn't surprise me when his arm slides around my waist. Daryl hadn't gotten much sleep recently. The increase in police shootings made him worry about Merle. The drug dealer was almost always in and out of our house. I told Daryl that I didn't care as long as Merle didn't drag us into his bullshit.
Merle kept to his word, he kept the drugs out. He only came in when he was drunk or the drugs were in his system already. Fine by me, I make enough to keep the lights on and feed us. Daryl's income was just fixing things for people in our neighborhood, which we usually saved or spent on leisure stuff.
It felt like I barely got any sleep by the time I heard the front door burst open. Daryl was up so fast, pulling on a shirt as he opened the bedroom door. Merle came stumbling down the hall, yelling that we needed to leave. I thought Merle was high again, hearing him babbling about people eating people in the streets, yelling that his customer attacked him.
I was skeptical, but Daryl believed him, of course. Daryl got our bags, quickly shoving clothes and stuff inside, light but enough to travel. When he saw I wasn't getting out of bed yet, he was gentle. Rushed but gentle. He pulled the comforter down, handing me actual clothes to put on instead of pajamas before going into the bathroom to grab the toiletries and stuff.
I got dressed then go out to the kitchen and start packing our food. The non-perishables. Of course, Merle left the front door open.
It happened so fast. I went to go close the door but before I could, a man stumbled in. It was our neighbor, but he didn't seem right. I let out a scream as he lunged at me, my hands on his shoulders to push him back as he growled, snarling at me.
I struggled against him. I could hear Daryl yelling from down the hall before a gunshot makes my ears ring. The neighbor's body slumps over and I pant, looking over to see Merle pointing his gun at the corpse. Daryl rounds the corner, his calloused hands checking over my face, shoulders, arms, legs, everywhere. There's blood on my shirt. Not mine. I stare into the dead eyes of my neighbor, terrified. I didn't know I was crying until Daryl's thumb wiped away a tear.
Merle goes outside to take our bags to Daryl's truck. Daryl runs back to the bedroom, then back to me. His hands lift my bloodied shirt over my head before helping me put on a clean one. His blue eyes hold worry, concern, but also relief. He's no stranger to what was on the news, or what I was telling him after I got off work.
Merle comes back in and grabs the food I packed, also taking that out to the truck. My husband leads me outside to the truck as well. Once I'm inside, he runs back inside, coming back out with his crossbow and two handguns, mine and his, and knives. Daryl helps Merle load Merle's motorcycle into the bed of the truck before piling in next to me, Daryl driving and Merle on the other side of me on the bench seat.
As we pull out of our driveway, we could see another neighbor tackling a woman in her own yard. Her screams were haunting. The way she pleaded us as we passed, as the thing ate her alive. Daryl kept his hand on my thigh the whole drive, like if he let go I'd join the woman.
"Ho-ly shit." Merle huffs as we drive off.
He reaches over and turns on the radio, a single broadcast coming through. "-police are urging everyone to stay in their homes unless absolutely necessary. Help is on the way. Stay inside, keep your lights off and lock your doors. This is not a test.-"
Daryl only takes his hand off my leg to shut off the radio with a grunt. Of course, he won't shelter in place. Neither would Merle. As far as the Dixon brothers were concerned, it was us against the world. And they'd make sure we won.
cory didn’t hate rick. just like she didn’t hate shoes and meat. she just wouldn’t care much if somehow one of those things—rick, preferably—suddenly disappeared. never to be seen again. she didn’t hate him. she just hated the stupid way he walked, the stupid way he talked, the stupid way he looked, and the stupid way he acted. she didn’t understand english too well, but she could always tell that whatever rick said, no matter what ever since they started working on that bridge, it’s upset daryl.
and maybe, just maybe, she wished once or twice or fifty three times for rick to disappear so she’d stop seeing daryl get so upset. she had no idea that when rick was actually gone, her dad would disappear too.
i always make sure to remember that cory was nine when daryl left to search for rick and about fifteen when he came back, she missed so much time with him and was essentially left in that gas station again by her father again, only the gas station was alexandria.
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