going on another bethyl rant bc I just hate the fucking ship and the people that ship it so much. (if you ship this slit your wrists and hang yourself you’re a retarded fucking faggot thanks xx)
anyways the ship is so very fucked up. Beth was 16 or so when they met, daryl was in his forties or fifties. which is pedophilia. “but she was 18 when she died it’s legal!” and? FRESHLY 18. that mindset is so fucked up. she was practically still a little girl, not a woman, and as stated daryl was still in his 40’s or 50’s. that’s borderline pedophilia and an insanely creepy age gap !! that’s literally just headcanoning daryl as a creep, (which I promise he is not and if he wasn’t fictional and he knew you he would actually bust a cap in your ass without second guessing it, in general he would never like you, sorry not sorry) he would find that age gap really fucking weird and wouldn’t associate with anybody who did that shit. did you actually watch the show, retard?
“but they had so much chemistry! when he carried her bridal style!” her leg was hurt. what did you expect him to do? make her walk with a limp? her to hop on one foot? come on, I know it’s hard for you but use your last two braincells now. he would’ve done that with any other young person who was injured.
he saw her as a little sister and I won’t take any other claims. “nobody looks at their sister like that, nobody does that with their sister” just say you don’t have a loving family. (I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t) the shit they do is something me and my brothers do all the time. the heart to heart conversations? drinking together? comforting eachother when we’re crying? my brothers carry me a lot, it’s completely normal for families to do together but of course you know nothing about that. he wanted to care for her like an older brother cares for his little sister, with how he’s so overprotective of her, was there for her first drink. I can confirm that because me and my brothers have the same connection that beth and daryl do, it’s very sibling like. that’s all their relationship ever was, brother and sister. if you think anything else you have an extremely perverted mind. it’s even worse if you’re an adult and ship this. at that point you just need to be put on the registry list, you absolute fucking troglodyte.
"he carried her bridal style! 🤓☝️" urmm that's his family... his family who was in pain... he was helping her... she's in a zombie apocalypse how else are they gonna get around quickly if she's hurt
You first met when he came into your hospital, shot on the job, and you were assigned to his case
When everything went down, you stayed, though not on purpose, stepping out meant getting killed
The only patient left was Rick Grimes, and considering you were still there, might as well care for him
It was honestly a mirace that he woke up, and he took you along with him on his mission to find his family, even though it didn't seem very likely.
The relationship just happened, except you both tried to push it away.
Rick has a wife and a kid, nothing could happen between you two. Never.
But there was an underlying 'softness' to your friendship, stemming from the way you cared for him, a complete stranger.
As time went by, Lori had passed, and you had just grown closer but still ignored the feelings.
Rick and Lori's marriage hadn't been the greatest even before the outbreak, and it broke down more finding out about Lori and Shane
But you being around also broke down the marriage, not in a bad way though
It was easier to see crack in their marriage when you were around, how much you cared for everyone, you just wanted to help, how you looked after him in the hospital
Oh and how you cared for Carl. It melted him. You helped him during surgery and constantly looked after him, it was sort of shocking you only met him recently.
When you first kissed you practically made him sign a waiver with how often you asked if he was sure about it
There was an underlying nagging feeling of guilt that he constantly reassured you wasn't rational or true
Carl didn't understand at first, only slightly confused about his dad dating both a man and a woman but that was easily explained, what confused him more was how his dad moved on.
He had to explain how they were having problems beforehand, how it was nobody's fault, it's just something that happens sometimes.
Rick loves PDA, his hands have to be touching you somewhere, if he wants a kiss he will happily, shamelessly suggest or ask for one.
Alot of the time you have to make him rest, he gets so focused on leading or protecting he forgets about his own health.
You do have to tell him sometimes that you can do things, he doesn't need to practically lock you up or hide you away.
If anyone needs to convince Rick of anything (like going to Alexandria) they go to you because he'll listen
An arm will be around your waist or shoulder, if his hands are full he'll just make sure you're close
Rick practically wastes away if he doesn't get kisses every day, its like his life support
Everytime he gets aggressive like with the claimers, he's worried he'll scare you away, but he just falls in love even more when you praise him for defending everyone while patching him up
You're also just as protective, but in a more subtle way, Rick makes sure they know he's defending you, but you have more 'self control' and will snap, especially if Carl is threatened
It's made a joke that you're the most dangerous because you know the human body and where will kill.
It's late into the night and early into the morning. You don't have a way to easily tell the exact time anymore, but Beth's sleeping well next to where you sit with your back against a tree. Least you hope she's sleeping well. Hard to with the stress the three of you have been under, separated from the rest of the group.
Leaves crunch as Daryl slowly makes his return to the little camp. You can tell he's doing his best to be quiet as he eyes Beth. Setting your rifle to the side, you shift your body and look at him with a nod of invitation without expectation. Daryl spares the sleeping girl another glance before he approaches you. He pulls his crossbow up off of his back and over his head and props it up beside you, against the same large tree. His knees rustle the leaves gently as he kneels between your straightened legs. His hands hover over your thighs hesitantly before he gives in and makes contact.
Holding his cheek in your palm and running your thumb over the lines under his eye is a soft gesture. Letting him lean forward and bump his head against your own cheek. He holds onto your strong shoulders with a tight grip that loosens as he lets his hands fall to your chest. His hair gets caught on the scruff on your jaw and you cup your hand around the back of his head, pulling him even closer and tilting your chin lower to press your lips against the crown of his head as he leans down against your chest. Your heart beats into his ear.
Allowing the pressure to ease out of his body and his eyes to fall shut suddenly doesn't seem so scary in your lap, with your fingers gently scratching at his scalp. And he surrenders as warmth buzzes in his chest.
thinking about prison daryl and how i always imagined it to be so romantic. youve recently become official with him, but have always been close(slow burn truther). always sharing shitty dinners which are lit by half burned candles. he always seems to look away when you look at him. his hairs only growing longer, reaching his eyes and covering his ears. he scowls whenever you smooth his hair down. his eyes look bluer since hes gotten tanner from helping you garden. he ignores ricks comments on how 50% of the time hes staring at you, so hes not much of a help. but you like him there.
trinkets and gifts would pile up in your cell, photos of you two, of the others. daryl loves to sleep in your arms, but he loves the moments before even more. how he can feel your heartbeat thrive with his ear pressed against your chest. the way your fingers trace patters into his skin. his breathing evens out to the sound of your humming, and hes out of his own body- he feels purest then, existing only before you.
he isnt exactly the lazy type, but he will stay in bed all day if he could only because the sheets and pillows smell exactly like you. its a plus if youre in bed with him though.
he isnt vocal about it (like most things), but he feels pleased when hes obviously wearing or using something that belongs to you. like if youve got a signature ring or even a shirt you wear all the time, he'll steal it and wear it out. he pretends like he gets annoyed by all the comments people make, but really he's cheesing.
at home hes always in your clothes. it starts as a one time thing, and then hes doing it every night: just looking through your closet and picking the baggiest thing you own to sleep in. best sleep hes ever had.
when youre going on a run without him, you both get separation anxiety 😭😭 you like to give him something of yours every single time to assure him you'll be back to reclaim it.
if youve got scented shampoos, deodorant, anything of that sort- its automatically his too. you dont mind, theres definitely something arousing about smelling yourself on him when you lean in for a kiss.
at the end of the day daryls 100x more happier using whatevers yours, invading your life in any way he can. he wants to be yours, for you to be his, the line between you blurring.
Scud's pajamas consists of just his boxers and a massive shirt with stains and lots of burns in it
At first it was the shirt he used to smoke in, hence all the burns from him dropping hot ash and burning joints, but then it turned into his sleep shirt because of how big and breathable it is
He just spends all day lounging around in his huge shirt with majority of his bare flesh out on display like a princess in distress
Ok! Could I please get (fic or shorter) Daryl and Male reader where his boyfriend teaches him how to do bj? Basically instructing Daryl what to do, all soft and kind and sickly sweet.
Thank you~.
your gentle touch.
top male reader x daryl dixon.
summary: a nice surprise turns into a learning experience for daryl.
era: prison.
note: literally before u requested this i was writing something like this so its perfect
after taking in all of the governors people, the tombs and other cell blocks were quick to be cleared of walkers with the extra hands. you figured that with all the space, a room or two could be put to good use.
it took about three months to get it cleaned up and add some decorations- all whilst keeping it a secret from daryl. you had wanted to give the room to him as a surprise. with all the new additions to the group, you knew he was inclined to keep to himself and wasnt as comfortable showing affection to you like he is with rick and the others. the room wasnt just for him, but for the both of you.
hes got a tight grip on your hand, following you deeper into the darkness.
"cant ya just tell me what it is?" he huffs, at a complete loss as to why youve pulled him aside- not that he was doing anything.
"daryl, thats what a surprise is. i promise its a good one."
with him trailing after you, you miss the way he smiles softly, eyes tracing your broader figure. yeah, he'd follow you anywhere, good surprise or not.
he lingers in the doorway, eyes darting all over the room. a mattress in the corner, a mirror on the other end- how did you get these down there without him seeing? and a stack of books and markers.
he glances at you. "when the hell'd you do all this?"
you flop back onto the bed, gesturing him forward. he closes the door behind him and gets comfortable in your strong arms. its one of the things he was crazy about- how they flexed as you helped hershel plant some seeds, how they were almost the same size as his fucking head. it was insanely attractive to him.
"when you werent looking? it took a few months, actually. bringing back a mirror on a run and convincing everyone else not to tell you is easier than it sounds." you chuckle softly, fingers running through his thick hair.
he tilts his head to look at you, the effects of the four walls working almost instantly. he leans in for a kiss, his little beard tickling your chin. its not like you havent kissed before. in fact, you stole one from him any chance you could get. but here: with zero chance of someone walking in on you, you were warranted a make out session.
his lips were always a bit chapped but quick to warm up under your touch. they parted just slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. his firm hands come to rest atop your chest, body fitting against yours perfectly.
with blood rushing both to your heart and cock, you pull away to sit up a little. "guess this is perfect, huh? all this room with no one else to hear us..."
daryls eyes seem to widen a bit, a blush coming to his cheeks. he swallows thickly before nodding, his fingers dancing across your skin. every time he touched you, it sent sparks through you- time and time again.
"wanted to ask you somethin'," he rasps out, hair falling into his face. your hand comes up to brush the strands away from his face, showing you millions of expressions hidden away just for you. "i want you to teach me how to do something."
"uh, teach you what?" you reply, forcing your attention away from his open lips, still wet from where youve kissed them.
he ducks his head, and you immediately recognize that trait. hes shy.
"what?" youre laughing softly, trying to match his gaze. "what is it? yknow ill do it, whatever you want. ill teach you."
"i mean," he groans, rubbing at his eyebrow in frustration, "shit, how am i 'sposed to just say it? i wanna... y'know, be able to go down on you. ive never done that before."
you nod, amused by his words. it was so easy to forget how much of a virgin he was next to you; hes never been with a man before. what else could you expect? "alright, ill teach you. you wanna be on your knees?"
he blinks once, then twice, and then a third time. "man, i dunno. i guess.." his voice is quieter now, softer.
"youve gotta speak up around me," you reaffirmed, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "wanna hear what youve got to say."
daryl sighs, always overwhelmed by the gentleness you had for him. "yeah. wanna be on the floor."
hes malleable in your hands, sinking to his knees before you and getting comfortable. just seeing him like this made your cock twitch.
you reached out, a thumb slipping inside his open mouth. and he lets you: his mouth opening wider and wider.
"take my pants off." you instructed, breathless.
he pulls off of your thumb, firm hands at your belt, and then tugging at your boxers. daryl swallows thickly, familiarizing himself with the shape of you so close.
your hand snakes around the base of your dick, guiding it to daryls lips. "open. wider. mhm, like that. now rest your tongue on the bottom of your mouth."
you consider how easy it would be to shove your cock inside that mouth, how he'd take it anyways. a feverish heat blossoms inside your chest, and you want to fill every inch of him.
"go on, take it slowly." you hum out instead, watching your cock slowly disappear into his warm mouth. his eyes fluttered shut in concentration, barely getting the tip down his throat before hes choking.
"alright, hold on," your hand comes up to brush the hair away from his face, letting you see his face more clearly. he was flushed all the way down to his neck, fists balled to the side like he was restraining himself. "youre too stiff. just relax your jaw, and take your time."
daryl nods, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. his mouth falls open again, and he returns with more passion. instead of simply trying to take swallow your cock all at once, hes sucking gently at the head- tongue swirling around you. you have to put all your effort into not bucking into that heat, into suppressing your shudder. daryl notices, his hand guiding your own to his shoulder.
you want to kiss him them, ravage him, tuck yourself into him and hear him cry for you.
"youre doing good, sweetheart," is all you can manage, your touch traveling up his neck to feel his pulse there. the trust he had for you was obvious, and nothing turned you on more than that, "making me feel so good."
your words spur him on, his throat relaxing around you as he breathed in deep before moving down, and down- nose shoved into the dark hair at the base.
you cant hold back now, a firm grip on the back of his head as he struggled to adjust to your size. through a lust filled gaze, you catch sight of his gaze staring right back at you, pupils blown wide and mouth stuffed.
maybe thats what sends you over the edge. or maybe it was his hands gripping onto your thighs, or his own erection pressed against your leg.
here daryl dixon was: cold and rough and strong, learning how to blow a guy for the first time.
"im gonna- gonna cum. cmon." youre gently pushing at his shoulder, trying to get him off.
he pulls away with a loud pop, lips plump and red. "just cum in my mouth." his voice is wrecked, throat sore. but you couldnt deny him.
his mouth is left ajar, tongue resting against his bottom mouth as he watched you jerk off in front of him.
"didnt think youd get this desperate," you mused, just teetering over your release, "this pathetic for a taste of my cock."
and hes whining, something low and soft that you could barely pick up. "but you know im just as fucking pathetic for you too, huh? thats why 'm gonna cum on your face, and then suck you off till youre crying. you want that, angel?"
hes nodding, one eye shut as he inches closer and closer to your twitching cock, a hand closing around the tip as hes teasing your orgasm out of you.
your back arches, breathes falling out of you in ragged patterns, a hand still clenched in daryls hair as you held him in place before jetting your release onto his mouth.
hes licking at his mouth, then at your cock again, cleaning up. a thumb pushes into his mouth again, exploring the wet heat thats been so eager this whole time. you push against his tongue, affectionate and proud, letting him swirl around it like he previously did.
"youre a quick learner," you mumble, tugging him back onto the bed, "but ive still got some tricks to show you."
he swallows thickly, reaching for a kiss. "m'kay. go ahead, mister."
so lets ignore how fast u came i feel like im so bad at writing smut!!
daryls first instinct is to push you away. he felt that the rest of the group saw through him and only recognized his brother, but not you. never you. he didnt know why you were so nice to him- didnt even believe that you were genuine. but you persisted and eventually managed to weasel your way past his walls, following him everywhere he went. he realizes that hes most true to himself when hes with you.
you two are practically attached to the hip, never seen without each other. half the time youre not even doing anything special, only being in each others presence. as soon as youre away from him, hes asking around to see where youve gone.
you loved sneaking away from the rest of the group and into the forest, following the sounds of rushing water or watching the wildlife scurry past. although daryl knew the woods better than you, he let you lead the way.
as you secure a spot along the river, he settles in besides you, knees knocking against yours, his crossbow forgotten to the side. you pretend not to notice, but sometimes he'll stare at you for moments on end, a small smile forming.
youre basically the only one who can make him laugh- full on belly laugh. your arm is draped around his shoulders as you whisper jokes no one else can catch, and then hes doubling over in concealed laughter, a hand coming up to hide his smile.
its always just been normal to share everything between you, from food to deodorant to blankets to tents to beds to drinks. there was no yours or his. just an ours.
as new additions to the group come along, they always get the impression of daryl being rather intimidating or quiet. theyre always surprised when he sees you with you: laughing like a school-kid and bickering over something stupid.
no one else is surprised when he shows up wearing your clothes and getting defensive at all the stares hed be getting. "what? all my clothes are dirty, s'not my fault."
he only lets either carol or you call him stupid nicknames. the stupider it gets, the more funny.
one time on a run, you found these matching necklaces. he scoffs when you hand it to him, but makes you put it on for him. hes never seen without it again- and will lose his shit if he loses it.
most of the time, he'll listen to you babble on about whatever, but he could talk your ear off just as much. you laughed at how expressive he could get, hands waving around as he explained his distaste to a certain topic.
no one knows when you got together, in fact they like to make bets on it- but one random day youre leaning down to press a kiss to his lips like youve been doing that forever- and everyone just continues on.
while i was making this it crashed and didnt save so i had to write this twice.. (p.s. ive got a couple requests so know im working on all of them! just wanted to post something.. i write super slow sorry 😭)
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