The Walking Dead Werewolf AU event. Runtime: March 2024
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A/N: Lackluster in the NSFW department but I like it anyway!
It was only a matter of time before he found her. This game was always about his gratification.
There was nothing strong enough to mask her scent, especially when it was more arousal than fear. Tabby wasn’t his prey for survival. She was his prey for pleasure.
There was only a heartbeat of terror when she came face to face with him, his blue eyes blazing and fangs bared.
When Daryl attacked, he ripped clothing instead of flesh and the sounds he coaxed from her were from a different sort of pain.
Tabby reached to run her fingers through the last bit of dark fur as it receded and transformed into human skin. Daryl dragged himself onto the porch, exhausted from the full moon, plopping down haphazardly on the top step where a cushion and blanket awaited him. Tabby learned quickly that the unceremonious plop was usually followed by a string of curses when certain parts of Daryl’s anatomy would make fierce contact with the wooden surface. She remedied that particular situation with haste.
“Thanks.” He muttered, nuzzling his cheek against her knuckles as she draped the blanket over his shoulders. He watched her with tired eyes as she crouched in front of him and delicately cleaned the dirt and blood from his skin. “Took the world burnin’ for me to find ya.”
She thought he meant to say more but even without words, the message was clear. No matter the timing, he was grateful for her. Pressing her palms against his knees for leverage, she leaned up for a gentle, chaste kiss. “You’re just lucky, I guess.”
Prompt: Shifted $ex (NSFW alt prompt), Mating Bite (NSFW alt prompt), Knotting (NSFW alt prompt)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (oc) x Rick Grimes
Warnings: Poorly written smut; Exactly what the prompts say
Tabby never thought that the phrase rearrange my guts could ever be a factual statement when it came to sex. Whoever came up with that had obviously never had a werewolf pounding into them with a base, feral instinct to mate. Daryl was already her mate, claiming her with a bite several moons ago. Why he felt it was okay to share with his brother was beyond her understanding, but she certainly didn’t mind.
Daryl’s looming form was splitting her open from behind, hips rutting against her ass while he bowed over her, gliding his tongue up the length of her spine, his claws digging into her skin. She could feel that glorious knot swelling and knew that the impossibly delicious stretch and burn was inevitable.
In front of her, Rick growled, frustrated that she couldn’t fit the entirety of him into her mouth. Werewolf cocks were no joke. Tabby fucking gave it her all, using tongue and teeth and hands. At one point, she felt a twinge of fear when Rick’s clawed hands tugged at her hair in what Daryl must have deemed too demanding, a sharp bark and snap just above her head.
A single warning.
If there was any aggression there, it melted away in the form of two howls, knot in place to fill her womb while Rick spurted down her throat. She was rendered immobile, whining with her own need while Daryl’s knot slowly deflated.
A single claw-tipped digit, carefully rubbed at her until she clamped down around him and earned another drawn out cry to the moon. Rick carefully lapped at her sweat-slicked skin, knowing full well that his pleasure was fulfilled and he dared not attempt to take more.
The redhead had never felt so used, so full, or—afterward when Daryl ensured she climbed to the precipice and tumbled over again and again before both of them were curling around her protectively—so adored.
A/N: The last prompt! It has been a ride, this first try at a writing event. I had fun!!
Preparations were in full swing now, within the walls of Alexandria.
The whole last week had been about today's celebration. Something for everyone including the kids.
The adults were gathering tables and lining them with cloths, taking plates, glasses cups and cutlery from their homes and setting the table. Others gathered bread, prepared thermos' with tea and brought pitchers of water to the tables.
Everything was on the way to be an amazing brunchlike meal. Inside the closest house, meats were prepared. Cooled and sliced or heated and put in sauce. Fresh greens and vegetables were placed in between the plates too.
All while the kids of the community ran around in search of the last piece of the celebration meal.
Eggs.
All of them had stayed busy yesterday, painting them all kinds of pretty colors.
Daryl had spent all week out in the woods to get as many different meats for this feast. He brought home a collection of birds, fish and some small game. He had his hopes set on a deer as well, but even with his enhanced senses he hadn't been able to sniff one out in the area. He was tired from being in his changed form day after day, but he found it important to have this one day of feeling normal.
He hoped to spend the day before with all the kids and assisting his wives with egg painting babysitting, but instead he spent all day in the creek, fishing for those last bits of the feast.
He had apologized about it throughout the entire evening but was time after time assured everything went well on their side and told how happy they were with what he had brought back.
"Come on, big guy." Tabby was the one on older Dixon-duty while Sherry went to put the kids to bed after the moms spent enough time scrubbing paint out of their furry paws.
Tabby took Daryl upstairs to find Sherry getting ready for bed already. She knew her partners would be up only a short while after Tabby left.
"Yer too good fer me, girls." Daryl's tired, gruff voice sounded quietly as one pair of hands unbuttoned his shirt and another undid the tie on his sweats and pulled them off his body. "You did amazing, bringing us so much food." They peppered kisses all over him and lead him to bed, each curling up against him on either side. "Everyone is gonna have a feast thanks ro your hard work." They kissed him goodnight, sharing a kiss over his chest too and making sure their hunter rested.
"How's the search going, Jude? Has RJ beaten your count yet?" The siblings were digging around the porch stairs, RJ bouncing as he found another egg and put it in his bucket. "Yeah. He's so good at this! Are you sure uncle Daryl hasn't taught him stuff?" Sherry only giggled at her as she leaned down and sneakily pointed out a yet unfound egg and gave the girl a wink before moving on to watch around the area.
Tabby was on the other end of the street, watching a set of fluffy rascals on their own egg hunt as she peeled one cracked egg for Willow to gnaw on while Hunter and Rose were on either side of someone's shrubbery and sniffing out the remaining eggs.
"Hey, no sniffs. That's cheating, Rosie.." Tabby volunteered to watch the pups and make sure they wouldn't either eat everything as soon as they found it, or sniff out everything and not leave any for the other kids. All of that while carrying around Willow in her arms, who held an egg between her paws and smacked loudly as she slowly nommed on her snack.
It wasn't long before all surveilling parents came back with the kids and all found eggs, the indicator of the feast ready to begin.
All the kids were seated inbetween the adults around the table and proud tales of egg hunting were shared all over the place.
If anyone would take pictures of this and show them to anyone outside the community they'd velieve they were tsken before the fall, but still here everyone sat together enjoying their easter sunday feast.
"Hunter, eat some bread too." Sherry handed her son slices of bread to put his meat on. "You need to eat other things too, nit just the tastiest stuff."
Rose sat on the other side of her, peeling an egg and stuffing it in her mouth entirely before downing a glass of water and moving on to put warm meat on a slice of bread and devouring that too.
"Wow, here I thought Hunter was the one with the apetite." Carol laughed behind her hand, finishing her bite of food.
"Let the girl eat! She needs the energy if she still wants to spar with me later." Rosita interjected, catching Rose's attention with the mention of sparring later.
"Yeah!" The pup exclaims around a mouthfull of food. "Go'a eat good!"
Daryl was proud of his little fighter girl. Such a fierce little kid.
"Hey, Lobo. Can you hold her for a bit?" Tabby had moved over to hand Willow to her dad. "I'd love to use both hands to eat."
Willow was gladly taken off Tabby's hands by Daryl, who only had a few bites left on his plate and shared those with her while Tabby ate her own meal.
Sherry watched how Daryl kept his daughter entertained with a piece of meat on his fork. Tabby joined in to stare at him skillfully dodging her grabby hands and keeping it out of reach with the sweetest loving smile on his face. Both moms kinda stopped eating, food hovering on varying degrees between their plate and mouths as they watched what was concidered the most beautiful scene.
Daryl could feel the stares and pauzed his movements, having Willow steal the last piece of meat off his fork and nom at it, pulling back Daryl's attention to her and feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He wasn't used to being fatherly so out in the open in front of everyone, but it was clear everyone who saw the scene play out loved it. "Good job, Willow." Carol cheered from across the table. "And here I remember you worrying about being a shitty dad back at the prison." She continued her sentimental speech with love. "Did you ever think back then you'd be as lucky as you are now?"
Daryl took a moment to admire all he had, then. Willow in his lap, happily chewing away.
Sherry and Tabby, each occupied with one pup now, cleaning paws or just being happy together. It was perfect to him.
"Nah, tha' ol' me woulda told ya yer crazy fer even thinkin' tha." He softly booped Willow's nose as dhe looked up at him. "M'the luckiest. N' I love all'a my family."
Running up and down the stairs of the Sanctuary was not how you had planned to spend your afternoon.
It had been two weeks since Negan had successfully gotten your boyfriend bitten by the beast he captured and the effects were getting painfully clear now.
Dwight never snapped at you before, now he got agitated by even a loud breath and today it got so bad you walked out of the late night emergency meeting.
Which is why he was chasing you now, up the staircase and stumbling over his feet in rage. You heard him closing in on you, his growling breaths and heavy boots getting closer to the corner you stood behind to catch your breath. You had to get away from him, he scared you now. Whatever he was it wasn't your sweet lover who'd use his high rank to bring you food.
"Now, now. You're not making this much fun, getting caught so easily." This Dwight scared you. He always loved you sweet and delicately and now in those last few days all you saw in his bright glowing eyes was hunger.
"Ahw come on, honey. I'll make it fair and let you run some more. Go!" He wouldn't round the corner, his entire body felt like it was burning, his skin crawling and his mind howling at him to catch you. His girlfriend. His mate.
You sprinted at his "Go!" and took sharp turns up the emergency stairs in the hopes of losing him and ended up on the roof. The door wouldn't lock from the outside so your best shot was to round the small bit of walls surrounding the entry and stay still.
He didn't lose you, he had your scent and easily sniffed you out.
Each step he took after getting onto the roof took a toll on his humanity. You heard his growling breaths and deep, animalistic sniffs to find you, and when he did he wasn't Dwight. Scraps of fabric hung on his frame, remnants of your favorite shirt of his and strips of his jeans dangled as his tail swayed from side to side. He stood taller than before and the only way you could even still recognize the creature as Dwight was the fur color and the burned half of his face.
So even the all healing curse couldn't reverse Negan's torture. He missed an ear in this form, too.
His low growls had you frozen in place, unable to run because he's catch you anyways. He was already skinny as a human, but in this form it was even worse. The long legs and pointed claws, long thin snout it was all so lanky.
You were too scared to take your eyes off him as he approached, leaning down and sniffing at you before grabbing at you and tossing you aside. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to bruise later.
The beast had space now, able to easily move around and pull at your limbs to get you where he wanted. He might have not been your Dwight in your eyes, but the beast still had his emotions. It became clear when you looked him over.
"Man, it sucks dates ate barely a thing anymore in this world.." You two sat next to each other on the staircase, enjoying a sandwich in peace. It was one of the few moments you had together. Lunch. Your shifts barely ever lined up and all the time you shared in your room was spent sleeping. "Yeah. I'm sorry, honey. I should get us a day off to just do nothing."
He always apologized, even when he didn't need to. "Hey, I'll even take a rooftop picknick. Maybe late night snacks and then fuck on the roof?" It was mostly a joke, no way of having any privacy anywhere in or around the building except for in your room. But still he laughed and agreed joking. "Yeah, sounds good to me."
The creature sat hunched over you with its muzzle barely an inch from your cheek. You felt its sniffing breaths on your skin but were too distracted by other things to mind it. The memory of your shared stairway lunch flashed by as you stared down his body and your eyes landed on his erect cock.
"Dee?" He growled and pressed his wet nose to your skin and pawed at your clothes.
"Okay, it is still you, right honey?" Your hands still hadn't moved as you watched him nod. The panic in your system started to fade slowly as you followed his movements and understanding you had no other way out than to give him his treat for capturing his prey. He won his game so he expects a prize.
He was still your Dwight, so you saw no real problem as long as he stayed calm like this.
"Okay, okay. Calm down with the claws, I'll help." He pauzed immediately, following your hands as they did the delicate work of unbuttoning your pants and unlooping the elastic from the button to pull down your zip. But as soon as that was done he was back to pulling at the fabric to get you naked.
He didn't lose his eagerness. His movements even mimiced those of his human self so you knew what was happening and when, so you knew you had to toe off your shoes before he yanked your pants down and went to push up your shirt and lap at your stomach and chest. He loved the softness and went to grab at your hips to pull you against him. It gave you a moment to unclasp your bra and within a second his tongue found your now uncovered tits.
You were so dustracted that the prod of his tip against your entrance caught you off guard and you you yelped a bit. His rumbling laugh relaxed you immediately after as he started working his way inside of you less careful than you were used to.
Little groans of pain left you but Dwight disn't seem to hear you, too lost in how good you felt. His tongue hanging out of his parted maw as he thrust into you lazily now that he was fully in.
The roll of his hips quickly turned pleasurable and your groans turned into whines and moans while your hands found his fur to hold onto and your legs wrappes around his hips.
Dwight started to grt sloppy, thrusts uneven and grumbling incoherently as he worked you both to your highs. His clawed hamd grabbed yours to lead it down bwtween the two of you, not wanting to accidentally scratch you with his claws, so you went to rub at your clit for him, just the way he'd always do for you.
With your walls clamping around him so deliciously he didn't need long before he shovee himself inside down to the base and spilling deep within you, the stretch of his knot pressing at all the right spots and pulling you over the edge with him.
When you both came back down you gave each other a look and couldn't help but laugh.
He might have lost his ability to speak in thia form, but the soft nuzzling against your cheek said enough.
A/N: This was not an NSFW prompt but I couldn’t help myself! Corny? Yes. Worth it? Also yes.
Tabby drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, literally biting back a moan. Daryl—mostly maintaining his human form with practiced expertise—had begun to crawl up the length of her body like the apex predator he was, eyes glowing in the poorly lit room. It was inarguably one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. His human hand traveled up her bare leg, the black, razor-sharp claws moving with such care, just enough pressure to leave a pleasurable sting without broken skin.
When he was hovering over her dripping core, his lips parted, tongue gliding over his sharp canines. A rush of arousal only lubricated her already slick entrance all the more.
“My, my.” She panted, elbows beginning to tremble from holding herself propped. Hands pressed into her inner thighs, spreading her open to the point of making her hips ache. It was delicious. “What sharp teeth you have.”
Daryl smirked and began his descent, his hot breath against her making her pussy clench around nothing. “All the better to eat you with.”
Tabby really sucked at tracking. Daryl would be filling her ears with “told ya so” right now if he could see her trying to find her way to him. That, or he would most than likely be yelling at her for being out in the woods alone at dusk. That was the more likely of the two. He’d be right, of course. She could fight. She’d learned a lot about that along the way but one never knew when they would stumble upon a herd.
Blowing an unruly strand of hair from her face, Tabby marched on. She knew Daryl had a cabin. Well, he hadn’t told her but when Carol found out they had been arguing and he stormed out—two days ago—, she may or may not have mentioned that he had a place to go when he needed some time away from the community.
Alexandria was rough on Daryl. He never seemed to fit in, hardly tried because he didn’t see the point. He had shut away from everyone in the group, especially from Tabby. Their relationship had been strained since the fall of the prison. Something beyond friendship was new to them both, but they each seemed to give a little more each day, revealing a little more of themselves.
Then their home fell.
She thought she’d never see him again. When they found one another, he was different, closed off, and even cold. Carol had said he blamed himself for all that had happened, for everyone they lost. She had even said the words “he knew he could have stopped it but he was afraid and Daryl likes to believe it’s never okay to be afraid of anything.” She went back to try and change her wording but the seed had been planted.
Daryl was hiding something.
And Tabby intended to find out.
If she wasn’t eaten alive by glutinous shuffling corpses first. Luck had been on her side so far, only a few pairs here and there all day. Still, she was cold and she was tired, but she wanted to find Daryl.
“What the hell’re ya doin’ out here?”
Tabby spun toward the familiar voice, startled by his presence but somehow knew that she wouldn’t need her knife. “Daryl.” The archer said nothing. He crossed his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits, and arched a brow. Clearly, he wanted an answer. “I was looking for your cabin.”
“How’d ya—what cabin?”
“Ah ah ah. I caught that! Doesn’t matter how I know. Take me there.” The redhead squared her shoulders, looking mighty pleased with herself. When he didn’t move, she slumped slightly before deflating altogether. “Come on, Lobo, it’s cold.”
Daryl’s jaw moved back and forth, his teeth gnawing on the inside of his lip. “Gon’ kill Carol.” With a huff, he spun on a heel and started walking. Tabby knew enough to follow him without waiting for a verbal cue. They walked in silence for a few minutes. What used to be comfortable and even enjoyable was now oppressive and heartbreaking.
“Were you going to come back?” She asked softly, one hand on each shoulder strap of her pack. She felt him looking at her before she met his eyes, squinted and studying her.
“Course I was gonna come back.” He finally replied. His eyes returned to the trees. When they stepped out of the tree line, there was a small cabin inside a decent clearing. It wasn’t much to look at but Daryl hardly seemed ashamed of it. “Just gon’ stand there?”
“Huh? Oh. No.” Taking the steps onto the porch, she stopped by the door, brow knitting. The surface of the outside walls was riddled with deep scratches. Even the door hadn’t been spared. Still, Daryl remained calm, standing just inside while he watched her. “Bear?” She asked as she passed him. He snorted but didn’t answer.
The inside was almost empty. No bed, no kitchen. Just some furs and foliage in one corner and a fireplace. Something about it made her heart ache. Tabby shrugged off her bag and turned to ask Daryl what was going on and nearly slammed her forehead into his chin.
“Well, you’re here.” There was a different tone this time, as if he was no longer frustrated but somewhat relieved?
“Why are you here, Daryl?” She tried to ignore the heat of palms against her upper arms, one leaving to brush back her wild curls with a breathy laugh. She didn’t expect him to kiss her. It’d been months. The feel of his chapped lips against hers was always a feeling she couldn’t get enough of, but at that moment, it felt like a distraction. Reluctantly, she stepped back, still breathless. “Don’t think I don’t want that cause—oh, man—I want that but I came here to get answers.”
Daryl sighed, the tips of his right fingers dancing one by one against his hip, a cadence he performed when he was anxious. “Ya deserve answers, Tabby-cat.”
“I’d like to think so.” She replied solemnly. “Why have you been running away from me all these months?”
“Ain’t runnin’ from ya.” He licked his lips once, then twice. “M’hidin’ from ya.”
“Is that—is that supposed to be better, Daryl?” Tabby had no idea how to respond beyond anger. He wasn’t telling her anything other than he needed to get away from her.
“No? I mean—fuck, it’s just harder to control when there’s so much shit goin’ on!”
“Control? What?” She had reached a point where her brain could just no longer try to comprehend. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I’m just going to go home.” When she reached for her pack, he bent as well, his hand on top of hers.
“Please, don’t. I need—” When he started to pace, anger gave way to confusion then to concern. “Just sit down over there, would ya?” He threw a hand out toward the furs. Tabby nodded and did as she was asked, choosing to keep herself in check and silent in hope that he might open up to her. “Ya know I’d never, never hurtcha, right? Tell me ya know that.”
“Of course I know that, but Daryl, you’re worrying me here.”
“I need to show ya somethin’, and—and it’s— I ain’t gonna hurtcha, okay?”
Tabby wasn’t afraid of Daryl. Nervous? Indubitably. Afraid? No. “Okay. Go ahead.”
When his eyes began to glow and she caught a glimpse of claws and fangs, Tabby came three consecutive conclusions while watching the shift in its entirety:
Daryl was a werewolf.
Carol had been absolutely right. He probably could have stopped everything but had every right to be afraid.
Tabby and Daryl were going to have a lot of fun in that cabin.
Carol trotted down the stairs toward Daryl’s basement room, tapping on the door before pulling her winter coat tighter around herself. A grunt came from the other side that she recognized as being his wolf form.
“I hope that means ‘come in’!” She chuckled and pushed on the door, finding a shifted Daryl awkwardly curled up on his bed. That form was massive so there was very little room aside from the lump of blankets between his chest and the interesting tangle of his long limbs. Brows raised, Carol just shook her head. “Have you seen Tabby? The solar panels are out of whack again so no one has heat. I wanted to see if she’d help me distribute—some—what’s with that look?”
Daryl shook his large head, snorting in amusement. Moving one long arm and extending one leg, he lifted one edge of the “lump” of blankets to reveal none other than Tabby, snuggled up and cozy and sound asleep. Her lips turned down in a pout so the blanket and extremities were promptly put back into place.
Daryl shrugged as best as he could. Carol rolled her eyes and left the room, smiling fondly when she closed the door.
Daryl was lying as still as he could, his entire body trembling with both a base need and an ingrained discomfort. His wife straddled his thighs, fully clothed while he was bare before her.
“I love your hair. How long it’s gotten, the little bit of gray in your beard. How both of those things remain true in both forms.” She slid her fingers through his hair and over the scruff on his chin.
“Your eyes were the first thing I ever noticed about you. You were so angry and mean, but it wasn’t in your eyes.” The archer knew to close them when she leaned forward, her red hair a thick curtain around them. Plush lips pressed softly against each eyelid before going straight to the tip of his nose. She sat up with a fond chuckle. “Cutest nose I’ve ever seen. I can never resist booping it.
Daryl snorted. It was true. Whether they were making love, arguing, hell, even in a fight against a few whisperers, his crazy wife had tapped the tip of his nose with a fingertip and a squeak of boop. He knew he had that lopsided smile on his face but it faded when her palms traveled down his neck to caressed his shoulders.
“My god, these shoulders. Always carrying the weight of the world, the burdens that don’t belong to you. Strong, capable.” He felt her thighs squeeze against his own and the scent of her sudden arousal was easy for his heightened sense of smell to pick up. “When you throw my legs over them and bury your face in my pussy, you drive me insane. If this was about me right now, I’d already be riding your face.”
“Could be ‘boutcha if—” Tabby shot him a look that had his mouth clicking shut. Well, couldn’t say he didn’t try.
“Your arms. Fighting, hauling that crossbow, protecting the people you love.” Her fingertips ghosted from the bend of elbows to his hands, her fingers intertwining with his own. “You lift me like I’m a feather, press me against the wall with these hands on my ass.” There was that press of her thighs again. “Just one of these fingers takes me higher than I’ve ever been in my life.”
Christ. She was trying to kill him.
As her hands approached his chest, he felt his stomach twist into knots. Strong muscle was hidden beneath skin that had softened with age. It was the entire reason he was below her at that moment. She found him with his forehead against the shower wall, just looking down at himself, his lip curled in disgust. Hell, even in his wolf form, he was pudgy and scarred. Still fast, strong, lethal, but no longer lean and his body riddled with imperfections.
Tabby snapped her fingers in front of his face, startling him from his thoughts. “Baby, I need you to hear me.” She was brushing her fingers from his nipples down to just above his pubic bone and back again, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You don’t seem to understand how beautiful you are.” Bending sharply, she kissed a profound scar that curved around his ribs while her fingers kneaded the soft skin of his abdomen. “I’m trying to remind you.”
“Tabby-cat, ya ain’t gotta—”
The redhead sat up abruptly, her gaze so intense that he shivered under the weight of it. “Look in my eyes, Daryl Dixon. You look me right in the eye and tell me I’m lying to you.” He tried—damn, did he try—to find any trace of falsehood but he came up empty.
“Nah. Y’ain’t lying.” He whispered.
“Good.” Tabby shimmied her body down a little further, wasting no time in wrapping her soft hand around his half hard cock, eliciting a sharp hiss between his teeth. “Now, I could tell you about your strong legs and adorable toes but—” She cut herself off to drag her palm over her tongue and give him a few rough tugs until he was hot and heavy in her hand.
Before he could protest, his cock head was pressed against the back of her throat. He arched off the mattress and inadvertently jerked his hips. It didn’t seem to phase her in the slightest. Her hair cascaded around her face, his cock disappearing past those pouty lips with each eager bob of her head.
It was several minutes of kitten kicks, hollowed cheeks, and ball massaging before he was grunting her name and spilling down her throat. Daryl laid there, chest heaving while he stared at the ceiling, twitching from overstimulation as she cleaned every drop of his spend from his skin.
Remaining above him, she crawled forward to claim his lips and allow him to taste himself with a groan. “You might be thinking that’s my favorite part of you.” With a tilt of her head, she was looking over his face with such a fond softness that his heart could have fluttered right out of his chest. “It’s your eyes. It’ll always be your eyes, baby. The first thing I noticed, the first thing I look for when I wake up beside you, and the last beautiful blue I want to see before I fall asleep.” When she kissed him again, it was so tender that he felt like he might actually cry. “You’re so perfect.”
“Tabby, I—”
“Ssh. Be a good boy and shift for me so I can tell you why I love every part of you in that form too.”
Years passed after the war and Negan had earned back his trust. How, you ask?
A herd broke through the weakened walls of Alexandria. Everyone was fighting and trying to come up with a plan to lure them away but no matter what people tried there came no end to the undead.
All while Negan sat in his cell. Locked away and having a hard time following rules as your screams tore through the room, your figure ran down the stairs and locked the door that gave in only second later which had a pile of walkers tumble down the stairs and blocking off the only exit.
And you had no key to the cell..
Negan gave in and apologized in his own sassy way before tearing the steel barred door off its hinges and using it to block walkers as he changed. His monstrous form hunched over in the minimal space the hallway and roared before crushing the closest walkers with the door and clawing his way through the dead that kept coming. His fur quickly stained black with undead blood and rotting guts as he kept violwntly tearing through the undead and glancing back to see if you were alright. Eventually the stream started slowing down and there was a way out but your ankle snagged on a limb and you fell hard.
Negan could have left you and ran, but he kept his claws digging into the few walkers stumbling in and throwing them before grabbing you up in one arm and snapping bones with the other as he made his way up and outside.
There he set you down against the fence and continued to let out his rage and keeping you safe.
Tabby was no stranger to Daryl’s routine. The full moon was exhausting for him. It was the only time the change came with or without his willingness. He would rather stay with her, she knew that, but she also knew that sometimes it was difficult for her during that phase.
Though he had never hurt her, he had come close only once, and that was enough for him. It had been her own fault, approaching while he fed, maw deep in the belly of a deer, her scent shrouded. She had spoken his name and he had turned, bloody fangs bared and claws brandished. The fear in her eyes had been enough for him to banish himself from her company entirely.
Since that night, she spent the time during every full moon preparing and missing him. A thick blanket and a bowl of warm water waiting for when he approached. If he was late, she simply reheated it over the fire. Once he would drag himself from the tree line, he knew her routine just as well as she knew his.
First, the blanket around his shoulders. He was always naked when he returned, too overpowered by the shift to really give a damn. Tabby would wash him right there on the porch unless it was too cold. His hair could be dealt with more thoroughly later. The cloth would just be passed over it for the time being, washing away any loose dirt or debris. She took great care in cleaning him up, before guiding him inside.
He was rarely hungry, simply exhausted and aching. His human body, though altered, could never keep up with the extended, grueling shift during the full moon. A hot bowl of stew always sat on the table but he usually bypassed it for the water next to it, gulping it down along with the painkillers Tabby would have ventured to Alexandria to secure for him.
A comfortable pair of flannel pants sat strategically on the floor next to the bed. He simply needed to step into them and she pulled them up to sit low on his hips, always taking a moment to press a kiss to his shoulder blade.
The sheets were clean, the duvet turned down, another glass of water on the nightstand. He would drink that first and then climb into bed, asleep almost instantly. Tabby ensured he was tucked in tight and set about cleaning and putting things away, placing yet another glass of water by the bed and two more painkillers, before changing and crawling in with him.
There was nothing she could do to change his mind about his routine and keep him home, but she had her own little tips and tricks to remind him once he returned how much he was missed there.
It wasn't long after you found out your partner was a werewolf, being terrified of him for a week before slowly warming up to him again. No wonder Negan always called him his guard dog and took him on almost all his trips. He was his literal guard dog.
And now that you knew you started noticing all those little things he did, like now when he was trying to focus and you bounced your little ball against the wall and back. "Can you quit that, please? It's distracting." He complained while you saw him force himself not to perk up and keep his eyes on the ball going back and forth. "You know we can go out and play fetch if you wanna blow off some steam, right?" You said with a laugh, but he only dismissed it with a sigh and went out to go grab dinner. And the differences in plates was so obvious now. Where your plate had the regular portions for your ranks, Dwight's held double the amount of meat, and his ration of chocolate as dessert had moved over to your side of tray. "Why do you always give me these? I never asked and not all women are chocolate-holics you know." You scooted the piece back to his side but he quickly put it back with yours. "Can't have it. Allergic." You squinted at him and widened your eyes in surprise, letting out a giggle. "Wait. You have a dog's food allergies? Is that why you never eat the fresh grapes?"
Dwight rubbed a hand over his face in annoyance. "I swear," he sighed. "For the last time, I'm not a dog."
"I think this would look killer on your shifted form!" You and Daryl went on a little private run to an abandoned mall and found an old Hot Topic that you HAD to go into just for old time's sake.
He stared at the belt in your raised hand. Thick black with metal details and large O-rings along most of its length.
"Now wha' would I need a belt for then? Aint wearin' no pants." He had stepped up to you to take a closer look at it, but you just took the belt in both hands and looped it around his neck. "You know, because there's no collars in size werewolf available wherever.." You pulled him in by the belt and kissed his lips. "But I'm sure puppy's not in the mood to play.."
A low growl rumbled in his throat when you called him that, a smirk appearing on your face. "Well? Go on then. Change." You whispered the last bit before you slipped the belt away and ran off.
You found a thick pant chain and clicked the hook into one of the rings and ran further off to the registers where you slipped off your boots, pants and jacket, leaving you in just a tanktop and underwear.
Daryl had shifted and carefully padded over to you, ears flat against him as he stayed low to the ground. "Here. Sit." Your command was followed in an instant, his head bowed low and his cock hard and ready when you stepped up to him and wrapped the belt around his thick, furred neck and secured it. "This good for you? Not too tight?"
You got a nod and hopped up on the counter behind you and slid off your underwear, keeping the chain attached to Daryl's collar in your hand.
His tail wagged, thumping against the racks and swooping up dust behind him.
You pulled at the chain, making him move towards you so you could grab at his muzzle. With one hand pulling the makeshift leash taut and the other on his muzzle you spat a command. "Sit."
And he sat, eyes looking up at yours and his tail still wagging.
You gave him a soft smile and spread your legs, pulling at the chain some more so his nose was pressed against your core. "Now, lick."
He opened his maw and began lapping atyour folds and prodding at your entrance, letting out soft growls against your skin making it hard not to clamp your legs around his head.
Your hands found their way to his ears, grabbing at them and keeping him pressed against you, doubled over in pleasure you felt his fangs press into your skin.
With your head down you saw his front paw moving and realized he was jerkinf himself off.
You yanked at the chain and pulled his head away from you, one hand still roughly holding onto his ear. "Who told you it was okay to touch yourself, puppy?"
He whined as he stopped touching himself, tongue still darting out to try and taste you.
"Fine. You're lucky I'm in a good mood." You could never punish him, you had tried but immediately gave in after. You hopped off the counter and turned your back to him. The chain still held taut between your hand and his neck, letting him know you were still in charge.
You sat down on your knees with your back facing him, pulling his head down low with you. His raised front paw was shaking with how bad he wanted to touch you and it only made you move slower. "Nah ah, wait for me to say so." You tutted at him and pressed a finger to his nose. His whines continued as you lowered your upper body to the floor and pulled him along, his chin touching the floor next to your head as his hands kept him from falling forward.
You reached one hand between your legs and barely grazed the tip of Daryl's cock with your fingers, unable to grab it but he took the hint and shoved his hips forward.
You slowly lined himself up between your folds and just like an obedient, albeit loudly complaining pet he followed your movements and held still for you.
Your hand loosened the chain just a bit to give him more movement space and gavs him the okay.
"Go on. Fuck."
With a quick snap he slid into you until he felt resistance, setting a pace to thrust in just a bit further each time only to feel you clench around him already before he was even fully inside.
He let out an amused noise, he couldn't help but let it slip but quickly learned his mistake as his jaw hit the floor with a hard pull of the chain.
He grumbled and continued his movements.
"No knot, baby. No time today." It was getting harder to keep up the strong act so close to another orgasm but he atill followed your orders like a good pet and wrapped a hand around his base so he couldn't push in further, working both of you over the edge before pulling out and catching his breath.
He snatched an old sweater off the rack and tossed it to you for cleaning up.
He tried to pry the belt off his neck but his claws weren't helping so in defeat he slumped and shifted back, letting it hang loose around his neck until he was aware enough again to take it off and get dressed along with you.
"C'mon, we should head back home 'fore they come lookin'
Tabby was crouched behind a tree, dense foliage spreading out from the trunk that kept her easily hidden. She was never sure why she was there but kept an arrow nocked and ready just in case. She never needed to even draw back the string.
The buck never stood a chance. The creature burst through the brush, claws penetrating the barrow to drag the back end down, its maw clamping down on the throat until the deer moved no more.
Tabby stood and approached, returning the arrow to the quiver and maneuvering her bow to hang across her torso.
“I’ll never understand why you bring me along when you do all the hunting and then carry it back like a sack of potatoes.”
The creature grunted in its throat and threw the carcass across its back, reaching toward Tabby with the knuckle of a clawed finger. She smiled and nuzzled the digit as it ran down her cheek.
“You’re all bloody. You’re taking a bath before you come inside the cabin.” Turning on a heel, she led the way home. “Well, don’t just stand there, Daryl. I’m hungry and I know I have to do the cooking.”
Yes, werewolves could smile and Daryl did, trailing behind his woman with dinner in tow.
Warnings: Blood play, poorly written smut, mentions of breeding
Tabby was enthralled with the way she was given control of Daryl’s body, the things he would allow her to do. He healed quickly and it was a gift she used to her advantage. He liked the pain, and asked her for it. Begged her for it. He was a groaning, whimpering mess beneath her, blood smeared over his skin as she slowly rose only to sink back down and take the length of him back into her willing body.
“Does that feel good, baby?” The knife sliced through the flesh of his abdomen, blood welling up and rivulets traveling down both sides, soaking into the sheets. Tabby pulled the blade away, using her free hand to smear the crimson over his stomach before bringing her bloody fingertips to her swollen clit, rubbing frantic circles as she began to bounce, riding him in earnest.
“Fuck.” Daryl growled, barely containing the beast trying to take over. Fingernails elongated to claws that pierced her hips, his lips pulling back to display sharp canines.
“Gonna cum for me, baby?” She was breathless, smearing his blood eagerly over her pulsing cunt, from clit to where they were joined. “Cum inside me, Daryl.”
“Can’t—goddamnit, ya know I—” He pressed his head back into the pillow when the knife pierced just below his nipple, not deep enough to scar but the pain was delicious.
“I’m gonna cum, baby. Cum with me, fill me up. It’s okay.” Tabby pleaded. Thighs burning, she alternated between a vigorous circling of her hips and allowed him to bounce her, meeting each downward pull with a vicious thrust she felt in her stomach. “Oh, god, fuck. Daryl, please.”
“M’gonna—gonna cum.” He panted, one final glance at his blood covering her pussy. She cried out his name as her walls clamped down around him. It wasn’t easy but he held out until she was pulsing with the aftershocks, pressing his thumb to her clit to keep her lost in that bliss while he pulled her off his cock, just in time to cover her pussy and thighs with warm ropes, her name a breathless prayer to the universe while he twitched and spasmed below her.
Tabby fell onto his chest, both heaving and greedily sucking in air as they came down from the space between ecstasy and reality.
“One day, you’ll give in and give me a baby.” She chuckled, lapping at a trail of blood from a wound that had long since disappeared.
“I will, Tabby-cat. Ya know I wanna. S’just not the right time an’ we don’t even know if it’ll work.” Daryl pressed a kiss to the top of her head, her wild curls tickling his nose.
“It’ll work. Someday, it’ll work.” Raising her head, she pressed her bloody lips to his, the coppery taste of his own lifeblood filling his mouth. “When you’re ready,” she whispered against his lips, “we’ll just keep trying until it takes.”
