ŕ¨ŕ§ always having to give yourself a minute to adjust to him but knowing that the sink down is going to feel amazing
ŕ¨ŕ§ young!daryl fucking you quietly in the back of the trailer while merle is asleep on the couch
ŕ¨ŕ§ you love it when he chokes you with his bicep as he fucks you hard from behind
ŕ¨ŕ§ despite the idea scaring him, filling you up is a must
ŕ¨ŕ§ you got mouthy. now heâs gotta teach you to be a good girl
ŕ¨ŕ§ having to pull over because he needs you. now.
ŕ¨ŕ§ finally getting daryl and rick to agree to a threesome
ŕ¨ŕ§ he lets you use him in anyway you need
ŕ¨ŕ§ he can't help but touch himself as he eats you out cause it turns him on so much
ŕ¨ŕ§ stealing his only shirt and riding him in it
ŕ¨ŕ§ i just know this man would have a size kink! that he loves feeling like he's so much bigger and broader than you
ŕ¨ŕ§ giving young!daryl head like the good girl you are
ŕ¨ŕ§ daryl is 100% a giver. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can. loving the way he can have such an effect on you
ŕ¨ŕ§ this is so young!daryl with a hot goth girlfriend oh my god
ŕ¨ŕ§ letting young!daryl use you as an escape from his shitty life
ŕ¨ŕ§ sneaking into daryl's cell at the prison because he decided to wear that stupid leather jacket while you were ovulating
ŕ¨ŕ§ edging him till he's so overstimulated he's shaking. yum.
ŕ¨ŕ§ sub!daryl getting the treatment he so blatantly deserves
ŕ¨ŕ§ need this with daryl so bad. holy fuck.
ŕ¨ŕ§ daryl likes his girls curvy. i said what i said and you cannot and will not change my mind.
ŕ¨ŕ§ movies w young!daryl at the trailer park always end like this
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in the rain, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, mouth foamingâŚ
note: Something that came to me just now. No real plot. Maybe a part 2 if I can figure out another spot they get stuck in. DarylXFem!Reader, language, forced proximity, comfort, anxiety, fluffy. Written quick and barely proof read. Enjoy!
While on a run a herd forces you and Daryl inside a small supply closet.
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Daryl never considered himself to be claustrophobic, not devastatingly so like Carol - he doesnât particularly enjoy being trapped indoors or behind walls, preferring the openness of the great outdoors - the damp air clinging to the trees deep in the forest just as the sun comes up.
The thought gives him a rare moment of peace as his eyes fall to you, knelt behind a counter rummaging through picked over drawers. He likes going on runs with you because youâre quick and quiet, a no nonsense kind of gal. Youâre also so fucking beautiful it makes his chest ache every time your eyes meet. Just like now as you lift your eyes to his and jump to your feet - a sudden heard of walkers pouring into the small independent pharmacy behind him, brining on a slew of grumbled profanity. Theyâve caught you both off guard piling into the small building quickly as you pull Daryl into an even smaller supply closet and close the door behind you. He never considered himself claustrophobic but it suddenly feels like heâs suffocating and it has nothing to do with the tight space.
âS-sorry.â You whisper - your chests touching, standing so close he can feel your quick nervous breaths against his face. âH-how many did ya see?â
Before you can answer something angry slams against the door at your back bringing you into Darylâs chest again with a choked yelp. âIâm sorry.â You repeat, placing a gentle palm to his chest as his entire body goes rigid. âH-how many?â You can feel his words vibrating against your hand as you let it fall to your side and take in a needed breath. âMaybe ten?â
Daryl grunts his response as a walker bangs against the door again, a wave of fear rolling through you as you turn to face the threat - idly sinking your back into Darylâs chest. âWeâll be alright. Jusâ gotta wait it out.â His voice is so sure, almost soothing as he mutters the words against your ear, watching a shiver run through you as goosebumps prickle your smooth skin. âO-okay.â
An angry bang on the thin door sends you further back, taking the air from him lungs as you whisper another quiet sorry. Daryl gathers your hair to one side to rid it from his face, calloused fingers brushing against the nape of your neck - straightening your back as he clears his throat. Whateverâs on the other side of the supply closets door only grows angrier - snarling and slapping at the wood - it makes your heart hammer in your chest as you squirm against the man behind you.
âStop squirminâ.â Daryl growls low in his throat, sending another shiver through you as you nod but refuse to apologize again. Behind you the archer is fighting for his life, holding his breath to keep from inhaling your scent - sweet but also warm and comforting like vanilla and honeysuckle warming in the sun. Itâs doing things to his body that are out of his control. Just as your ass brushes against his now semi hard erection he grasps your hip and turns you so youâre facing each other but heâs closer to the door now, shielding you from whatever may burst through. âWeâre gonna be alright.â He mutters, watching your doe eyes blink slowly as you try to convince yourself. âMaybe we should have fought our way out. I⌠I shouldnât have trapped us in here.â
Daryl lifts his hand to your face, brushing his rough fingers along your jaw before sinking them into your hair. Itâs an uncharacteristic gesture thatâs oddly comforting to you both. âWeâre gonna be alright.â He repeats, searching your eyes as his thumb brushes your cheek and your heavy breathing begins to slow.
Youâve known Daryl since the quarry, finding comfort in his brooding silence - you like going on runs with him because you can get in and get it done without the mind numbing chit chat. He doesnât push or pry for your life story and appreciates that you do the same. You can both coexist in this fucked up world without any of the drama. Even if youâve memorized every small detail heâs shared with you about his life before this as well as every dark fleck of navy that swims in his ocean eyes. You could describe them in perfect detail standing here in the darkness of this supply closet but thatâs something youâll take to the grave with you. Daryl doesnât strike you as a man who wants to be lust after.
At least he didnât, until this very moment - trapped in this small space with you - his familiar eyes hooded and stealing glances at your mouth. Another loud crash in the pharmacy brings a soft whimper from your throat as you idly grip the material of his shirt near his hip and he clears his throat again, unable to drop his hand as he runs the pad of his thumb over your parted lips. You marvel at him as he stands perfectly still while your body jerks with every loud bang then heâs pulling you closer to his chest to shield you from the noise. ââŚwonât let anythinâ happen to ya.â
You nod again forcing a smile that lights up the darkness and brings another low grumble from his throat. âI wonât let anything happen to you either.â You assure him, your smile turning playful as he rewards you with one of his own. Youâre half his size and although youâre quick on your feet you know which one of you is the muscle in this situation.
Daryl allows himself a quick breath, filling his soul with flowery vanilla as you lift your eyes to his and his fingers tighten in your hair. Heâs still focused on your lips, silently imagining feeling them against his as the door jerks open and light floods the small space causing you to pull him closer as you bury your face in the bend of his neck. âCome on! We gotta move move move move!â Abrahamâs loud demanding voice and strong hands jerk you from Darylâs embrace as he follows you out into the destroyed pharmacy and lifts his bow, covering your group as Glenn ushers you through the broken glass.
The four of you take off running as the walkers shuffle through the broken glass, your heart dropping when Daryl doesnât follow. âWait. We have to wait for him.â
âDaryl can handle himself little bit. We gotta fuckinâ move.â
Abrahamâs grip on your arm is too tight to jerk it free as you stumble down the dirt path, relief whooshing from your lungs when Daryl finally emerges through the glass and meets your panicked eyes. The next few moments go by in a blur as the dead shuffle after you.
âI got âer.â
Darylâs deep voice fills your head as he palms your hip and glares at Abraham who drops your arm like its burnt him. âHeard, keep up.â The larger than life red head instructs loudly as he takes off with his longer stride. Daryl presses his rough palm against your back protectively as you move into the tree line to escape the herd of walkers on your heels.
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