❤︎.ᐟ helloo! it's been a minute. my name is fei and let's skip the formalities.. i pretty much write about anything that plagues my brain and want to show you all >:3 my current blogs are @mrdixon, @mrdixonafterdark, and @antiquedollz if you see these usernames on any other platforms then that is not me!
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❤︎.ᐟ if you've been here a while you know i disappear and not update quite frequently... and i apologize!!! hopefully now i'll be able to upload more often but as always, no promises ;3
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summary: after a scare, the run group finally returns with someone new.
warnings: nothing really but basic twd stuff, probably boring filler as i reacquaint myself with this series :P
word count: 3.2k
a/n: new format! and long awaited chapter 5. not much to say besides i think i may change up the whole story i had planned originally since its been so long since i last updated this story... i wont go through the trouble of rewriting every chapter but lets just say itll feel a bit more different from now on :) hope you enjoy and thank you for following this series if you have been <3 ALSO im redoing my taglist for this series since it's been a while, so if you'd like to be part of the list please comment under the ARM masterlist!
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Your body jolted as you saw the flash of metal fly past your head, whipping around to see it jammed in a tree. An amazed laugh left your lips as you turned back to face Daryl, a barely there smirk on his face at the sight of your amazement.
“Daryl! You didn’t hit me!” You teased a little, the grin on your face widening while his faded immediately. The older man grumbled under his breath as he walked past you to pull the dagger free from the tree trunk, shoving the weapon into your hand.
“Yeah, yeah. Wish I did,” he joked and took the nudge from you before walking back to his spot about five feet away from the tree. “Now, show me wha’ ya learned.”
You rolled your eyes at his attitude and made a show of preparing yourself for the throw. Your arms stretched out in front of you, craning your neck side to side before getting into position. You really wanted to impress him since you haven’t been doing a good job—your throwing skills were, well, bad.
Daryl moved off to the side more than he needed to be, but to be fair, you almost nailed him right in the shoulder the first couple of times. With a deep inhale, your eyes focused in on the tree that he established as “the target.” Holding the handle of the blade in your hand with the intention to throw—let go—felt right. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were really glad Daryl found the potential in you to even consider training you like this because even though they weren’t living anymore, stabbing walkers didn’t feel right.
You lifted the dagger back towards you and snapped your arm forwards, releasing the dagger from your fingertips and watched as it spun swiftly towards the tree, splitting into the bark successfully. An excited yell left your lips before you could stop it, jumping up and down as you turned to Daryl with a huge grin on your face, “Daryl! I did it!”
He stood there with his hands on his hips, an amused smirk replacing his frown as he watched you celebrate your little “win.” “Yeah, yeah. Ya still missed.”
Your grin dropped immediately and you turned to look at the tree with your brows furrowed. Your dagger was indeed lodged in the tree which meant you had done it, so what was he on about?
“Wrong tree smartass,” he muttered with a soft tone, lifting his hand to point at the tree you both originally picked out to be the target. He was right. You had managed to perfectly throw the dagger, but somehow hit the tree to the right of the target. “Nice throw though.”
Your eyes followed Daryl as he walked over to grab the blade, a bit of pride flowing through you at his small praise. He wasn’t wrong, it was a good throw since it hit deep enough to get wedged in the wood, only problem was you had to work on your aim. You shook your head at the thought of possibly hitting someone instead of a walker.
Daryl walked back towards you and held it out, handle facing you. Your fingers brushed his as you reached out to take it back, noticing the slightest twitch in his fingers. He quickly turned away and grabbed his crossbow before looking over his shoulder, “should head back to camp, they’re probably gonna start making dinner soon.”
You let out a small huff, pushing your sweat-slicked hair back as you squinted up at the sun glaring through the branches. “Do we have to? I can still keep going…” you mumbled while wiping sweat off your forehead with the hem of your shirt. In all honesty, you just didn’t want to be forced to help with the dinner preparations.
“Nah,” Daryl grumbled, looking away at the glimpse of your stomach. “’m beat, plus I gotta clean my shit in the tent before Merle gets back.”
You couldn’t argue with that and just decided to admit defeat. With a slight nod, you put the dagger in the holster along with the other two. Daryl watched you quietly and began walking ahead once you were done, leading the way back to camp.
Your eyes once again wandered, following along the length of his shoulders, his skin tanned and dirty from all the time he spent in the forest. You didn’t deny your feelings for the man, but you also couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You barely know him and he had a few years on you, and he surely didn’t show any interest in you. Still, it made your miserable life a little more bearable.
The sun was warm, low enough that it was hidden and not directly burning into your skin. A content sigh left your lips as the warmth enveloped you comfortably, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine with every brush of the breeze. The leaves beneath your feet crunched and you could tell it annoyed Daryl—although he didn’t mention it this time—so you corrected your steps to be more careful.
The crunching usually annoyed him when you were hunting or if there were walkers around, but you wanted to make taking careful steps a habit incase you found yourself in a tough position. His shoulders seemed to relax at the silence, but he did look over his shoulder occasionally to make sure you were still there.
“Ya can walk next ‘ta me,” he murmured suddenly, slowing down a little. “It feels like yer followin’ me..” You snorted softly and stepped up beside him, your shoulder brushing his.
“Thought you were leading me along,” you teased lightly and nudged him with your elbow.
Daryl huffed in amusement and rolled his eyes, nudging you back. “Yeah well, kinda hard to when yer breathin’ down my neck.”
“Wasn’t doing that at all.”
“Sure was.”
The banter was fun when it was genuinely playful, but half of the time you couldn’t tell if he was seriously annoyed with you or not. Judging by the rare smile on his face, he was at least amused with you.
Silence fell over the both of you as you walked through the woods peacefully, the lack of walkers in this part of the mountains was nice and it almost felt like you were back to the old world. However, the lack of showers was jarring. You weren’t one to judge someone on their hygiene so Daryl was out of the question, but you couldn’t ignore the scent that was coming off of your own body—pure sweat and body odour.
It’d been a while since you had taken a nice hot shower. Of course it wasn't like you’d gone all this time without bathing, but the lake wasn't the same. You still made a mental note to wash yourself later, worrying that the smell wasn't just getting to you. You took a glance at Daryl, but it didn’t seem like he noticed and if he did, he didn’t care.
It didn’t take long before you two reached the tents and Daryl decided to part with you to get a head start of his “cleaning.” You didn’t mind and let him go, walking the rest of the short way to the camp.
Nearing the camp, you could hear a commotion and it didn’t sound good. You noticed Glenn and the others hadn’t come back from the run yet which was odd, it was nearing dinner time. Your stomach churned at the thought of something bad happening on the run.
Everyone was gathered around the RV, Dale standing on top of it with the radio in his hand. By the looks on everyone’s faces, it didn’t seem good.
“She’s my sister, you son of a bitch.” Amy glared at Shane before running off. You immediately frowned, sensing that whatever trouble the group got themselves into, it was evident that no one in camp was going to do anything to help.
Lori went after Amy, but before she did you stopped her, walking up from the woods. “Lori? What’s going on? Where’s the group?”
The woman before you stood with an uncomfortable expression, shifting her stance. Your frown deepened at her lack of response, you knew something had gone bad, but you needed confirmation.
“Well—” She started to conjure up some lousy excuse—probably to spare your wellbeing, but you weren’t having it.
“Tell me what the hell is going on!” You snapped, brows furrowing as the fear finally set in. The thought of something happening to them, the thought of them being in danger, or worse—dead. You could feel the tears welling up at the thought of losing Glenn when you had just found him.
Lori sighed sympathetically and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “It seems the group is… stuck at a department store.” Your eyes widened, shaking your head in a refusal to believe the inevitable. Lori shook her head at you, confirming your suspicions. “We can’t go after them.”
You frowned deeply at her response, your expression quickly shifting into one of disdain. Of course it wasn’t smart to go after the group, but your emotions took over. “No!” You yelled which now attracted the attention of the others, “we can’t just leave them to die! We sent our best to gather supplies, who is going to take over those roles now?!”
Lori’s solemn expression only made your anger worse, your head turning to the other’s who were standing by. “They volunteered despite the risks, sacrificing themselves for us! Is this any way to repay them?” Your eyes watered, the thought of Glenn and the others calling out for help as a last resort only to be abandoned without a word..
“We have to think of us,” Shane walked over, speaking down to you as if you were a child. “We can’t just risk our lives for them. Like you said, they knew the risks, now they have to deal with the repercussions. It’s unfortunate, but that’s how the world works.”
You screwed your face up to glare at him, shaking your head vigorously. “Fuck you.”
Shane’s face hardened and he took a step closer, placing his hands onto your shoulders firmly, muttering low enough so only you could hear. “I can’t help that your brother wanted to go, he got himself into this. We’ll wait and see, maybe they’ll find a way out, but until then, no one’s leaving.”
You grimaced and pushed him away, already heading back into the woods. You could hear Lori calling after you but you didn’t relent, your emotions too strong to allow yourself to think rationally.
The leaves crunched under your boots as your stomped through the forest, wiping tears from your eyes before they had a chance to fall. You needed to get away and calm down, but it’d be hard with the fact that your older brother was stuck in a walker-infested city.
You eventually made it to the lake, sighing in relief at the empty area. You had to calm down, and you desperately needed a bath. So, with one last glance around to make sure you were truly alone, you slowly stripped out of your clothes.
Relief flooded through you at the loss of your dirty clothes. You hadn’t had a chance to do laundry recently and felt far too embarrassed to let the other women do it for you, so you had been stuck cycling you clothes for two weeks now.
You stepped out of your undergarments and scooped your clothing into your arms before walking down to the water, slowly submerging yourself and your clothes. The cool water enveloped your body, cooling you off and finally washing off the grime and sweat off your skin. From the waist up you stood bare, opting to wash your clothes first. You probably should’ve brought soap but with the tense moment, you’d forgotten to.
Once your clothes began to smell less like sweat and more like the lake water, you wrung them out before wading over to a large rock to set them out to dry. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes before dunking your head into the water, fully soaking your hair before bringing your head back up. The cold water contrasting with the warm sun on your skin allowed you to relax a bit more, splashing some water onto yourself in attempt to clean yourself.
You sighed softly as you sat back against the large rock until you were submerged up to your chin, humming contently. It wasn’t until you heard a rustle that you opened your eyes and snapped your head towards the offending sound.
Daryl stood wide-eyed at the edge of the forest, holding his crossbow. For a moment you both stared at each other in bewilderment, and then you remembered you were completely naked under the water. You quickly covered yourself up with your arms and watched as Daryl spun away hilariously quickly.
“Sorry, I jus’ heard uh, somethin’.” He muttered, hearing you scramble out of the water. You didn’t say anything and struggled to get back into your clothes—which were still wet by the way. After redressing yourself you cleared your throat, causing Daryl to look over his shoulder cautiously. You stood at the edge of the lake, looking completely soaked from head to toe, your arms crossed over your chest. “I heard wha’ happened.”
“Seems both our brothers are gone for good, huh?” You muttered bitterly. Daryl didn’t flinch, walking closer to you but still keeping his distance.
“Ain’ gone fer good,” he mumbled, “they’ll find their way back. Merle’s strong and yer brother’s smart.” Your eyes snapped up at him, surprised to see him try to comfort you even though you both were in compromising positions.
You shifted awkwardly, your clothes slightly dripping. “You think?”
Daryl just nodded and looked back into the direction of the camp, “they’re about to start preparing dinner, if ya wanna go… and probably change yer clothes.”
“You’re not coming?” You furrowed your brows. Daryl wasn’t one to skip out on food, and certainly not one to pass on the offer.
“Nah,” he shook his head, “I saw a deer earlier so I’m gonna try and track it down. We’ve been runnin’ out of supplies so it’ll be good if I can bring it back to camp.” You nodded as it was a valid response from him, Daryl was very determined when it came to prey, and since a deer would be big enough to share with the rest of the group, you couldn’t argue much.
“Okay then, I’ll… head back then.” You murmured and he walked off with a small nod, leaving you alone again.
You looked over your shoulder to watch him go, hoping, even for a second, that he’d turn back to look at you. He didn’t, but you kept your eyes on his back as he walked across the perimeter of the lake and back into the woods. Once he disappeared beyond the foliage, you turned to head back to camp and change… and probably leave these clothes out to dry fully.
After finishing, you walked back to the main area where everyone seemed to have calmed down. In all honesty, you were still a bit pissed off, especially now that everyone was acting like nothing was wrong despite the fact that almost everybody agreed on leaving the run group to die. Still, you weren’t going to ruin your reputation by arguing, so you sucked up your pride and walked over.
Dale was standing on the RV on watch as always except this time he had a curious look on his face, and that’s when you heard it—you and everyone else. A car alarm.
Dale picked up his binoculars and looked out at the road. Shane got up and asked him what it was while you ran up to try and see what it was.
“Is it them? Are they back?” Amy stared up with hope.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Dale muttered and you could see a red car speeding down the road and up the mountain.
“What is it?”
“A stolen car is my guess,” Dale responded and the rest of the survivors gathered around the RV as the car finally slowed as it reached the camp, still blaring the car alarm.
Your heart jumped as Glenn stepped out of the car with a grin, and you immediately ran up to him. That was until he was bombarded with questions, the situation quickly becoming overstimulating as the yelling paired with the car alarm intensified. Glenn tried his best to answer everyone while popping the hood for Shane and Jim, turning to Amy to assure her that everyone was okay, but he did say, “well Merle, not so much.”
Shane went on to bitch about the alarm possibly catching the attention of walkers but you ignored him and immediately hugged Glenn once the chatter died down, feeling less tense as he hugged you back. “You idiot,” you mumbled into his shoulder.
Glenn hugged you back despite the scolding he was taking, rubbing your back before gesturing to the car. “Cool car huh?”
You snorted, rolling your eyes before shoving him away playfully. Another truck pulled up which took everyone’s attention once more. You smiled as the rest of the group poured out of the truck. You and many others watched as the run group reunited with their family, and you still stuck next to Glenn, feeling way more relaxed than you did an hour ago.
“New guy, he got us out.” You tuned back into the conversation, turning to Glenn who replied to Shane’s question.
“Hey, helicopter boy! Come say hello!” Morales grinned and you turned your head to see a weak looking man dressed in a sheriff’s outfit walk into view. “He’s a cop like you.”
The new man’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Shane and you came to the conclusion that they must’ve known each other.
“Dad! Dad!” Carl yelled, running towards the man. You gasped softly at the revelation as Lori and Carl hugged the man in pleasant disbelief, it was evident that this was Rick—Lori’s supposed late husband. Your heart warmed at the reunion nonetheless, tears welling up in your eyes at the sweet moment.
The others didn’t notice, but you saw the small glance Lori exchanged with Shane. Guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter, her family was together again, whatever they had going on was over.
“Where’s Merle?” You looked up at Glenn, wiping your eyes. His smile immediately faltered, looking away awkwardly as he scratched his head.
“Uh.. welefthim.” He muttered too quick for you to catch.
“What??” You frowned, turning to face him completely.
Glenn sighed deeply, looking around before lowering his voice. “We left him.”
All feelings of relief exited your body at the new information. They left him? You could care less about the older Dixon but Daryl would surely freak, and you weren’t ready to see what would happen when he did.
You stood there dumbfounded as Glenn left to help the rest of the group get ready for the evening, wondering what you should do now. Find Daryl and tell him? Say nothing? Whatever you did would only end up in a major problem.
So, you decided to keep quiet. Everyone was so happy right now, if you were to drop the news on Daryl, you were sure he would make sure that happiness would be short-lived. A small smile graced your lips as you walked towards the others to help out with dinner, pushing the thought to the back of your mind.
warnings: 18+, just porn, spitting, p in v, creampie, bit of cockwarming (?)
a/n: didnt expect to be so busy, so take this little drabble while i fight back uni assignments
The feeling of Daryl's hands rubbing your sides woke you from your peaceful slumber, his bare chest all warm against your back, and your body all hot and slightly sweaty from the shared heat under the comforter.
"Mmh, what?" You mumbled as you squinted back sun rays that slipped through the cracks of the curtains, it couldn't have been past afternoon yet. Daryl didn't say anything besides pushing his hips forward, and then you realized what had woken him. "Oh."
"Sorry," he grumbled against your neck, his hands held firmly on your hips now. "Can' help it. Ya smell so good and look so soft sleepin' next 'ta me."
A soft sigh left your lips at his confession, not upset, but you did wish he woke you at a reasonable time. However, you couldn't deny the effect he had on you, especially with the way he gently ground against your ass.
"Dar..." you murmured, trying to be rational but your hips moving with his proved otherwise.
"C'mon," he purred, rough hands sliding under your shirt and grazing your stomach. "I'll be good, make it worth yer while."
You just hummed in agreement and he was quick to move. His hands pulled you back against him before they slid down to the waistband of your sweats, sliding them—along with your panties—down to your thighs.
His lips dragged along the length of your shoulder and into the crook of your neck, his stubble lightly scratching you, and you felt his tongue dart out to lick the salty sweat off your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut once he pulled away and felt him shift slightly behind you.
Daryl pulled himself out of his pants, stroking the hard length as it lay heavy in his palm. With a rough groan, he spat onto his hand and slicked himself up before bringing that same hand down to rub your glistening folds.
You moaned quietly, biting your lip to stifle any other noises that threatened to escape you. He breathed heavily against the back of your neck and you heard him spit into his hand again, his slick palm pressed against your core to ensure you were wet enough for him.
He finally pulled his hand away and rubbed the remaining saliva onto his cock before shifting his hips closer towards yours once again, the soft head pushing against your tight entrance.
You moved your leg up a bit to accommodate him, earning a wet kiss to your shoulder. Daryl grumbled incoherently to himself and peppered kisses to your neck, almost apologizing because right after the onslaught of affection, he sheathed himself into you in one smooth thrust.
He shushed your soft cry and slid a hand under your shirt to caress your breasts, murmuring quiet praises into your ear while your walls spasmed around his length in an attempt to adjust to the sudden fill.
"I know, I know. Fuck- 'm sorry," Daryl whispered, kissing the space behind your ear as his hips gave an experimental jut. "Doin' so good, yer so tight."
Once you felt comfortable enough, your hips rolled back, and Daryl caught on quick. You both moved against each other like worms, sliding against each other in a desperate race for the climax.
Daryl would usually take his time with you, so every time he got like this, you knew it'd end quickly. His cock was hard and thick, pulsing inside you like it yearned to spill deep into your womb, and you welcomed it.
The wet slap of his hips meeting yours echoed in the otherwise quiet room, the sound of the birds outside were drowned out by your soft mewls and groans. Calloused fingertips rubbed at your nipples, making sure to give each other the attention they needed. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to your clit, and your back arched slightly in turn.
Daryl buried his face into your hair and whimpered, his thrusts drawn out but deep, plunging deeper into you in this position. Like he knew what you were thinking, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts and began hitting your sweet spot.
A shaky moan left your lips as stars entered your vision, turning your head over your shoulder in search of his lips, which met yours just as eagerly. You were far into bliss to care about his morning breath, moaning into his mouth while his tongue slid messily against yours.
His cock pumped into you faster now, a telltale sign that he was getting closer. He removed his hand from your breasts to rub at your swollen clit, causing your legs to jerk and shake uncontrollably as you felt the buildup of your orgasm get more and more intense.
Daryl broke the kiss with a wet pop, once again burying his face into your hair. You threw your head back as his movements got sloppier and hurried, his fingers on your clit almost painful, but all the more pleasurable.
You could hear him whimper pleads and praises, mostly to himself and before you could stop yourself, a cry tore itself out of you as you came. White hot pleasure shot through you and your walls throbbed around his hot cock, a choked sound leaving him as he followed right after. Warmth flooded through you as his seed pumped into you and dripped down your thighs.
You both remained silent for a moment, catching your breaths while your bodies yearned for cool air. Daryl didn't make an effort to pull out and let himself soften inside you, soon letting out a sigh before kissing your shoulder.
"Thanks," he mumbled against your skin, bringing his hands up again to rub your stomach. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you replied breathily, looking over your shoulder hazily. "Morning to you."
He grinned softly before kissing you softly, wrapping his arms around you. "Nah, go back to sleep."
hey guys!! ive been wondering (because i love daddy daryl...) would anyone be interested in this becoming like a mini series?
it would be mostly just a collective of domestic daryl one shots rather than a chapter by chapter series because i love writing married with kids daryl 😭😭❤️🩹❤️🩹
but anyway next fic in queue will be chapter 4 of 'a rugged muse' after a long hiatus hehe...
hey guys!! ive been wondering (because i love daddy daryl...) would anyone be interested in this becoming like a mini series?
it would be mostly just a collective of domestic daryl one shots rather than a chapter by chapter series because i love writing married with kids daryl 😭😭❤️🩹❤️🩹
but anyway next fic in queue will be chapter 5 of 'a rugged muse' after a long hiatus hehe...
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summary: after weeks of having no time to each other, you decide to try and keep it down with your husband.
warnings: 18+ content, established relationship, fluffy daddy daryl, two chaotic children of your own, married couple banter, handjobs (both receiving), oral (m. receiving), daryl’s hand is over readers mouth for like ever, unprotected p in v, creampie, probably terrible and incoherent but idcccc
word count: 5.7k
a/n: i love established relationship papa daryl sorry not sorry. also sidenote (incase there is confusion): i love love love lydia in twd and have since decided i would be naming my future daughter lydia, so i did go ahead and name reader’s daughter lydia… lowkey tipsy writing this so apologies for any errors or extra freakiness. also unedited and definitely not proofread and im too tired to care so enjoy this while i crawl back into hiding…
It was a humid August evening and you were at your wits end, dealing with children was hard, add heat to the mix and you were pretty much ready to clock out of mothering for the day.
Daryl, your doting husband, decided to lessen your load (after coming home and seeing your toddler covered in flour) and take over for the night time routine.
Finally with time to yourself, you brewed yourself some tea and did some skincare in the privacy and comfort of your shared bedroom. Daryl had so kindly gotten you a new pajama set while on a run since you had been complaining about not having something nice to sleep in for a few weeks, and he wasn’t about to let his wife be upset.
Daryl was in the main bathroom giving your toddler, Lydia, a bubble bath before bed since she had gotten into the pantry and made a huge mess (which he cleaned as well). You felt bad for him because he had just been out in the Virginian heat for eight hours fighting off walkers and whatnot, and now he had to deal with sticky fingers and crying children, but he insisted with a firm forehead kiss after seeing your distress and decided this would be a great time to bond with his kids.
You were sipping your tea in your bedroom and figured things were going well. There was no screaming, no crying, and no loud mysterious bangs from the opposite end of the house so you figured Daryl had it under control.
Oh, how wrong you were.
A couple peaceful moments later you could hear your son, Oliver, sprint down the hallway with thumping footsteps which soon stopped after crashing into something. Your body tensed as silence fell over the house, not even the mice in the walls moved. Eventually, the five year old burst into tears and you bristled at the sound.
Putting your teacup down, you made your way outside to comfort your son but was surprised to see Daryl already crouched by him, brushing his thumbs over Oliver’s cheeks. It seemed he had been playing with his trucks and wasn’t watching where he was going, which ended up in him running head first into the edge of the couch.
You watched as Daryl soothed Oliver quietly and rubbed his hand over his head gently, your gaze slowly dragging over to the open bathroom door. It felt like cold water splashed onto you as you realized Daryl had left Lydia alone in the bathtub, and your motherly instincts kicked in and you sprinted towards the bathroom.
Daryl was caught off guard by your sudden movement and turned to watch you, fear etched into your expression as you dashed into the bathroom. But of course, Daryl was smart enough to have Lydia in shallow water so she wouldn’t drown. You exhaled in relief as you watched the two year old splash around with her toys in the soapy water, and wiped a hand over your forehead.
Your husband slowly appeared at your side holding Oliver’s hand and gently rubbed your back, “you wanna put ‘im to bed while I get her ready?”
You turned to look at Daryl with slight exhaustion in your eyes before glancing down at your sniffling son before nodding. He gave a gentle kiss to your temple before handing off your son to you. Daryl walked over to the tub and pinched your daughter’s cheek before informing her it was time to get out, you smiled softly before switching your attention to your son and brought him to his room.
Down the hall you could hear Lydia’s squealing giggles and your heart warmed in happiness, and at the same time Oliver squeezed your hand. You felt so incredibly lucky to have such an amazing family despite them tiring you out.
As Oliver climbed into his bed, you crouched down on the floor and brushed your hand over his forehead. Your heart ached at the feeling of a small bump forming and you frowned, a little upset your son had been reckless.
“Oli… you’ve got to be more careful,” you murmured softly, his pout matching yours. He just blinked groggily and nodded, closing his eyes.
“I know mama,” he mumbled and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. Pitiful yes, but oh so cute with his little frown and sleepy voice.
You hummed a little tune as you brought the blanket snuggly over his small body, kissing his forehead once you stood up. “Goodnight sweetheart,” you whispered and quietly walked out.
As you closed the door, you could hear a quiet “night mama” and smiled before shutting the door. You padded down the hallway and passed by Lydia’s room, peering through the crack in the door and saw Daryl dressing your daughter. A rush of warmth flooded through you as you heard the soft tone he was using with her, so tender and adoring. Of course he loved both your children equally, but you can tell he favoured her slightly more. Lydia was her father’s girl and you were totally okay with always being second place to her.
“No more making messes hm?” Daryl murmured to Lydia after putting her jammies on and began to dry her hair, “gotta stop givin’ yer mama trouble.” Your smile softened and stopped by the door a little longer to listen to them.
Lydia babbled, “I have fun.”
“’m sure ya do sweetheart,” Daryl laughed softly, “but yer tirin’ out yer mama.” Lydia just shrugged as clueless toddlers do and you could hear Daryl huff out in amusement.
You decided to head back to your bedroom since Daryl started to put Lydia down for bed, and once you got into the room, you blew out the candles on your nightstand. Your tea, now lukewarm, was waiting for you on the nightstand and you chugged down the remainder of the cup.
You were just fluffing up your pillow when Daryl entered the bedroom quietly. You paused and turned to look at him, noticing the exhaustion in his body. He glanced up at you and gave a weary smile before walking over, his footsteps muted on the carpet you’d chosen to decorate the room with.
“Hey baby,” he murmured, embracing you with his big, strong arms. “Ya feelin’ alrigh’?”
You smiled softly against his shoulder and melted in his grasp, your chests pressed close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat. A large hand stroked your back soothingly and rid you of any mental ailments you were feeling as of late, but you could also feel his sleepiness in his touch.
You tucked your face into his neck and responded with a soft brush of your lips against his skin, “bit tired… Thanks for taking care of the kids tonight, know you had a busy day.”
“My job ‘s to help ya,” he shook his head against yours, swaying your bodies. “Don’ matter if I did a lot today.” You didn’t say anything and just hummed in response, allowing him to hold you in silence for a little while.
It had been a while since the two of you had a moment alone together, and a moment of quiet that is, so you both took advantage of the silence. Daryl’s fingers drummed softly against the small of your back and his free hand held the back of your head, cradling you close. You appreciated this, appreciated him. Daryl was the everything you could’ve dreamed for in a husband and father to your children, and you felt so unbelievably lucky to have met him.
The hand on your head began to stroke your hair softly and you felt him start to pull away. His hands cupped either side of your face and gave you a kiss on the forehead, and then gave you a little pat on the bum before walking over to the bathroom.
“Go lie down, I’ll join ya in a minute.” His soft rumble had you yearning for more contact, not wanting the moment to end yet.
With a quiet sigh, you followed his slight command and reached for your pillow to continue fluffing it. You could hear him move around behind the closed bathroom door and you were glad to have influenced him to take care of himself more, not that he didn’t before, but it was obvious having a little feminine energy in his life influenced his behaviour. For the better, wink wink.
Before getting into bed, you turned off the lights so that the room was lit by the lamp on your nightstand, painting the room in a warm, intimate dimness that you enjoyed. Daryl liked sleeping in darkness, but you preferred to have some light and it created a divide between you two—all in good fun of course.
You two would bicker like you were in your 80’s about how it was ”lamp on night” or ”pitch black night.” It would either end up with Daryl giving in to your needs and sleep with a pillow over his eyes, or he would wrap you up tightly in his arms so you wouldn’t feel frightened. Either way, you won.
You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a deep sigh before pushing the covers back and slipping underneath them. A muffled gag could be heard from the bathroom and you snorted in amusement, Daryl was probably brushing his teeth and was now deepthroating his toothbrush.
You sat up against the headboard because you didn’t want to sleep without him, fluffing up the blankets so you were cushioned comfortably. Again, since it’s been a while since you’ve had a moment alone with him, you wanted to prolong the night for as long as you could.
Daryl left the bathroom after a few minutes, wiping his face with a towel, and shirt was—to your pleasure—off. He let out a grunt as he tossed the towel into the hamper and soon his back was to you. You admired him from behind, the way his back rippled when he picked out a shirt in his dresser, the scars adorning his skin, and you wanted nothing more than to just feel his skin against yours.
“Don’t put on a shirt.” The words left your mouth before you could stop. He looked over his shoulder, shirt in hand, and huffed with the ghost of a smirk on his lips.
He dropped the shirt and walked over to the bed, and you now noticed his belt was undone. He sat down onto his side of the bed and grabbed your ankle over the covers, “should I sleep in my underwear then?” He meant it purely humorously but you raised your brows, not totally opposed to the idea. He snorted and shook his head, letting go of your ankle. “Dumbass.”
You laughed and threw yourself across the bed to press your face into his shoulder, taking an obligatory whiff of his scent. “Oh, c’mon..” you groaned softly, biting back a grin.
He brought his hands down to unzip his pants and kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers. He stood up and turned to face you and the bed. You felt the mattress dip as he crawled onto it, and a squeal escaped you when he lightly tackled you into the sheets.
“Only if ya wear yer nothin’,” he mumbled against your neck jokingly. He peppered ticklish kisses onto your neck which elicited small giggles accompanied by your hands weakly pushing at him.
His hands slid under the blanket and spread out over your hips, taking the fabric of your shorts between his fingers. Your giggles subsided when he started to pull away and you brought your hands up to his cheeks, rubbing over the rough stubble along his jaw. He peered down at you and moved the covers aside to take a gander at your pajamas, his lips pulled into an approving line.
“Suits ya,” he mumbled, rubbing a thumb along your side. His touch made you shiver lightly and couldn’t help but feel a little thrill.
“You picked well,” you hummed with a cheeky smile, but he didn’t notice, too busy wandering over your body. You laid back against the bed and let your body relax, and soon he joined, letting himself lie down on top of you—while making sure not to crush you.
Your fingers dragged through his shaggy hair, combing through the tangles as he laid his head down on your chest. He let out a deep sigh which almost resembled the way dogs huff, and it made you laugh a little. His cheek smushed against your chest at the sound of your laugh, but he didn’t care enough to ask why you were laughing, so he continued to bury his face in your boobs.
“God, I missed ya.” He groaned softly, slightly muffled by your chest.
“Missed me or my boobs?” You joked which earned a pinch.
“Mmm, both.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his admission, looking down to see him kissing over your clothed chest. Nothing about this gesture was inherently sexual, and it didn’t seem like he was intending to rile you up, but you couldn’t help but want more.
You shifted underneath him and once his kisses stopped, you let out an involuntary sigh of disappointment. You felt him pause and he lifted his head to meet your gaze, silently questioning you.
You dismissed him with a gentle shake of your head but he was insisted, he always was, and pressed (quite literally) with a squeeze to your waist.
“Wha’s wrong?” He asked gently, ducking his head to maintain eye contact with you. One thing about Daryl, he was able to make you bend and fold under minimal pressure, and he was damn good about it.
You weren’t necessarily shy about your sexual desires, especially not to him, but you felt like a horny teenager. With a reluctant sigh you responded sheepishly, “was just hoping you’d… keep going. Missed you, for a long time now.”
His eyes softened and he let out a small breath of air, his thumbs circling your waist on either side. “Missed ya too, y’know I have been. But are ya not worried about wakin’ the kids? ‘Cause darlin’… ya ain’ exactly quiet.”
All sweetness and lovey-doveyness was quickly thrown out the window and you rolled your eyes dramatically, pushing him away by his face. He laughed gruffly and rolled over to his side of the bed before slinging an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close.
“You’re an asshole,” you grumbled, but there was no heat in your tone. He chuckled softly, bringing his free hand down to pull the covers over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth.
You exhaled softly and pressed your cheek to his shoulder to look up at him, smiling a little when you found he was already looking down at you. He leaned down to peck your lips while simultaneously tugging you impossibly closer, practically molding you to him.
A pleased hum sounded from you and he leaned down to kiss you again, then again, and again. Soon, the kisses became more drawn out and hungrier, but all the more loving and affectionate. His lips moved against yours with patience and tenderness, his free hand sliding off your thigh and onto your cheek.
He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, and you immediately melted against him. His hand slid down to palm at your breast to rub and squeeze over the thin pajama tank you were wearing. A moan threatened to tear itself from your throat and like he sensed it, Daryl quickly sealed his lips over yours to swallow the moan.
He broke the kiss soon after and smirked subtly while his hand continued to rub at your breast, “told ya. Can’ keep quiet at all.” Before you could snap at him, he kissed you again.
You couldn’t stay angry at him, not when he was kissing you so softly and full of everything you’ve been wishing for for months. To be fair, you weren’t even angry, just annoyed he was right. The kiss ended shortly after and you stared up at him, hoping he’d continue.
His eyes burned through yours, and with a silent agreement, he pounced.
Daryl sat up and pulled you with him so your back was against his chest and you were sitting on his lap. An arm rested against your collarbones and held you against his shoulder, his free hand tracing circles on your knee. You could feel the faint thump of his heart on your back, and it was racing just as fast as yours.
You closed your eyes as his hand dragged up your thigh tantalizingly slow, a soft breath leaving your lips as he turned his head to nuzzle against yours, his nose rubbing into your hair. You missed the sex, that was obvious, but you missed this the most of all. The intimacy of it all, the closeness of him not only physically, but spiritually.
You would never have this closeness with anyone else, and it was almost bittersweet knowing you’d only feel this way with your husband. He made you feel so safe in his arms, protected, and loved.
A sharp cry tore itself out of you before you could even stop it when he suddenly pressed his palm against your core, and he quickly slammed a hand over your mouth. Your face immediately went warm not only from how loud you were, but how sensitive you’d gotten. Hell, you didn’t even take any clothes off yet.
“Christ woman, barely touched ya.” He mumbled mostly to himself. He kept the hand over your mouth as he began to slowly palm you through your shorts, the layered fabric giving you some much needed friction and sent a surge of arousal through you. He brushed his lips against you earlobe and took it between his teeth, nibbling it, his hot breath caressing your already warm skin. “Yer so hot here,” to emphasize his point, he pushed his fingers down against your sex, its heat wafting from your shorts.
You couldn’t even snap back or defend yourself because one—it was true, and two—his hand was still firmly planted against your mouth so all you could manage was a noncommittal, muted whine.
Daryl laughed low and rough into your ear, and shifted his hips up to show you he was just as needy as you were. His cock, solid beneath you, molded against your ass as he ground up into you.
“Ya gonna be quiet?” He whispered softly, his words curling around you almost tauntingly. This time, he lifted his hand off your mouth so you could respond.
“Y-Yes,” your affirmation came out breathy and desperate, canting your hips towards his hand.
He was silent for a moment and stilled against you before suddenly lifting you with one arm and shoving your shorts down with the other. He gave you a look that read ”don’t make a sound” so you were conscious about not making a peep. You definitely didn’t want to wake the kids.
Daryl gingerly shifted you on top of him and looked up at you for permission to cover your mouth again, which you granted. With his hand over your mouth and his free hand between your legs, you both felt comfortable enough to continue this tryst.
His fingers slid under your panties and immediately found your soaking folds, pressing his middle finger through your center. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder as a moan squeezed its way out of you, and your eyes fluttered shut.
You could hear Daryl’s breath hitch, and he took the opportunity to mouth at your throat while it was bared to him, simultaneously dragging his fingers up and down your cunt. His callouses were rough against your clit but it made all the sensations all the more pleasurable.
While you huffed and wailed underneath his palm, you stuck your tongue out to lick at his hand, tasting the salty sweat that was beginning to accumulate from the strain he was using to hold back. Daryl wanted nothing more than to just give it to you, but he knew that wasn’t exactly plausible in your shared situation at the moment.
His lips broke contact with your throat to look down at where his hand was pleasuring you and angled his hand further down to press two thick fingers against your slit, groaning against your throat as your pussy gave way and welcomed his digits in.
You both moaned in unison as your walls clenched around his fingers, the thickness of two almost enough to make you come just by the stretch alone. He wasted no time in pumping his fingers in and out of you, effectively preparing you for what’s to come next.
Your moans were muted as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head as he reached places you couldn't reach yourself. The rough pads of his fingers tapped teasingly against your soft spot and sparks of white flashed in your vision. Meanwhile, his cock was only getting harder just by hearing you moan and writhe against him.
You were beginning to get so wet that your arousal was all over his hand and completely soaked your panties, and eventually it was all you could feel. He noticed your discomfort and carefully pulled his fingers out before peeling your panties off. His lips met your shoulder as he eased his fingers back into you, but you held a hand over his forearm to stop him.
Daryl’s brows raised in confusion, and he was worried he’d done something wrong. You reached up to pull his hand off your mouth to speak, your voice soft, “need you now.” You slid off his lap to sit facing him, your hands resting on the waistband of his boxers.
His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his eyes flicked down from your eyes to your lips, and then back into your eyes. “Ya sure? I could always jus’ finish ya off and we could go to sleep.”
“Fuck no,” you would’ve laughed at his outrageous suggestion, but you were far too pent up to even humour him. He just laughed and leaned forward to kiss you softly, licking your lip when he pulled back to let you continue. “I don’t care if the world is ending, we’re fucking tonight before I go insane.”
He laughed again and reached up to caress your cheek, “well ya aren’t wrong about the world endin’.”
“God- Shut up,” you muttered and crashed your lips onto his. Daryl gave you a firm squeeze on your ass and moaned deliciously into your mouth.
You couldn’t help yourself and pressed your hand against his bulge, rubbing and squeezing his erection with just enough pressure to let him know you weren’t fucking around tonight. His teeth bit your lip and your actioned pulled a groan from him which you swallowed, fighting his tongue with yours.
Soon enough, you found yourself sliding your hand underneath his boxers to take hold of his shaft. His cock stood firm and eager against your palm and you swallowed every moan that left his mouth with your own, wrapping your hand around his cock.
The warm, velvety skin twitched in your touch, jumping for attention which you so eagerly gave. You broke the kiss to focus on getting his underwear off, biting your lip as he raised his hips without you asking him to, and slid his boxers down his legs.
His cock stood tall and proud, jerking just from being under your gaze. Licking your lips, you bent down to take his tip between your lips.
Daryl’s hand was immediately in your hair and he stifled a groan. You smirked around the sensitive head of his cock, leaving light, teasing kisses on the sensitive flesh. His hips bucked once, cursing under his breath.
You could tell he was being careful not to pull your hair, but you wanted it. With his head still occupying your mouth, you reached up to firmly press his hand against your head. He recognized the gesture and lightly pulled on your hair, his groans making you drip more than you already were.
“Too good fer me,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes trained on you as you licked around his tip. “Don’ deserve ya at all.”
You hummed, the vibrations sending shocks of satisfaction through him. You slowly took more of him in until he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged. You could hear his breath hitch followed by a quiet reminder to take it slow, but you knew it gave him pleasure, so you did it again.
You bobbed your head and dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum and sweat. He bit his lip to stop the loud groan from escaping, but he was unsuccessful. You continued your movements and gagging before he eventually pulled you off him with a rough tug to your hair.
You moaned in both arousal and pain from the force of his tug, and your eyes were pleading as he met your stare.
“Can’ have ya doin’ tha’ fer any longer, ‘m either gonna cum or wake the kids with tha’ mouth of yers.” He growled, but his grip released on your hair. His thumb wiped at your slick lips before bringing that thumb up to his tongue, tasting you and himself. “Come ride me, girl.”
The sentence alone would have any woman throw off their panties and hop on his cock, and you were no exception. With frantic quiet shuffling, Daryl had you perched on his lap in less than a second. Your hands cupped his cheeks and his laid around your hips, massaging the soft flesh. His cock laid against your stomach and you grinned a little to see it so eager and pleased to be near you, and you thought how lucky am I to have this guy still find me attractive after all these years.
Like he read your mind, he gave you a squeeze and kissed your chest over your shirt, “so gorgeous baby.”
You smiled softly and forgot about all the lustful thoughts that threatened to ravage you, and instead focused on keeping the moment tender and intimate. Not that it wasn’t, but you and Daryl could lose yourselves in each other fairly quickly.
“Love you,” you murmured and bent down to kiss him. All love, no sneaky or cheeky innuendos passing between you two despite the fact his cock was pressed against you.
“Love you too,” he mumbled against your lips with a smirk, “now hurry up.” He gave you a soft pat on your hip which made you chuckle against his mouth.
You pressed your knees down on either side of him and reached between you two to take hold of his erection, sliding the head through your slick. You both sighed softly as you slowly slid down onto him, taking your time since it had been a while, and you weren’t used to his size anymore.
He bottomed out and for a second you paused to just hold him, his arms wrapping around your back. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you followed suit, copying him. The way he held you felt like the old days when it was just you two, just like this everyday. You know, without him being inside you.
His hand rubbed your back and he sighed against your neck, peppering soft kisses on your skin. You shifted your hips slightly, moaning at the feeling of your walls perfectly molded around his cock. He leaned in to kiss you, whispering so quiet you almost missed it, “can ya be quiet? Or do I ‘ave to cover yer mouth again?”
If you didn’t know any better you would have rejected his offer, but with the knowledge about how loud you were and the fact that your children were sleeping down the hall, you just nodded without any other thought.
His hand over your mouth, and you both aching with anticipation, you began to move with a slight jerk of your hips. Daryl bit his lip to hold back his moan while you carelessly cried against his hand.
You slowly got into the rhythm of back and forth, rocking yourself onto his dick with no end goal besides cumming together. Daryl’s free hand gripped your hip and attempted to guide your movements to which you followed, dragging your pussy up along the length of his cock, and back down with a wet smack. He groaned lowly in response, pressing his hand harder against your mouth when your moans got a bit pitchy.
You continued moving like this, slow, but hard. With each smack of flesh, you brought yourself higher and higher with him. You could feel his cock twitch inside you and in turn, you squeezed around him, the sudden gesture making his hips buck up.
The moment his hips bucked up was the moment the head of his cock met your soft spot, and he clocked it immediately. Daryl began thrusting up into you while your breathing ran ragged as he hit the spot over and over again, pushing you further into oblivion and ecstasy.
You wailed against his hand and began meeting his thrusts with your own movements, and you thighs smacked against his with a lewd slap. He removed his hand from your mouth and used it to help guide your hips into a more quicker pace, all while your foreheads pressed together and your breaths mingled.
He breathed heavily, mixed with soft whimpers that you had to strain yourself to hear, and you were now making sure you didn’t cry out. It was getting difficult with the way he was fucking himself into you, but at one point you didn’t really care.
Your moans quietly bounced off the walls and if you were being loud, Daryl didn’t stop you anymore. He just looked up at you with eyes beaming with adoration and arousal, his only goal to send you to the highest peaks of ecstasy right now. And with the way things were going, it wouldn’t take long before you both reached that peak.
Your hands slid into his hair and had one hand holding the back of his head while you maintained eye contact with him. Daryl prolonged the eye contact, reaching up to cup your face and bring you closer. His moans came after yours like a canon, his cock pulsing inside of you, and the bed squeaking slightly.
“Daryl,” you whispered, “I’m about to—”
“I know,” he interrupted and closed his eyes, his brows furrowed. “Together, yeah?”
You nodded and closed your eyes with him, but threw your head back instead. Your moans came out ragged and almost strained from the way your neck was craned, but it didn’t matter. His hips were meeting yours with every thrust, bounce, and jerk. His cock burned inside you, dragging along your inner walls with an almost delectable burn as he slammed against that soft spongey spot with ultimate accuracy.
With your head thrown back, Daryl took the opportunity to suck at your neck and leave his mark on you, but also hid the marks since you were very adamant about feeling embarrassed when people pointed them out. His tongue darted out to soothe the sting of his mark, and he started grunting uncontrollably. He was close, and so were you.
His cock throbbed and your walls fluttered. Your moans reached a fever pitch and he growled praises under his breath as the sticky mess between you got wetter and hotter.
You curled your fingers at the back of his head with a deep groan of his name, and came around him. Daryl was quickly thrown over by your climax and came soon after, pumping his seed deep inside you with a low curse and whisper of your name.
Your hands clambered over his face and shoulders, sighing and whining as your intense orgasm ebbed away, his cock still jerking into you slightly as he fucked his cum into you.
It was quiet for a moment. The lights dim and the only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing. The room smelt of sex, sweat and something sweet.
After you both came down, Daryl’s big arms wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer, inhaling your after-sex scent that he missed so much. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with how hot you were getting, and the stickiness of his sweaty body against yours was not helping. So with gentle consideration, you pulled off of his dick with his help, groaning at the sensitivity and watching as his now limp dick slipped out followed by a mix of fluids.
“God,” you sighed, plopping down onto the bed next to him. Daryl just laughed quietly and ran his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh.
“Yeah. God.” He sighed and maneuvered himself to lie down with you, “ya didn’ do a good job of keeping quiet.”
You scoffed, rubbing your face while he wiped you down with his boxers before tossing it onto the floor. “Don’t care, I needed that.”
“You did? Couldn’ tell.”
“Fuck you Dixon.”
“Already did.”
You laughed at his banter, feeling the exhaustion quickly wash over you. He noticed and pulled you close before throwing the blankets over you both. He was started to feel your sleepiness and neither of you spoke.
You couldn’t be any happier with how the night went. Finally reconnecting with your husband was everything you’ve been craving for, more than food. And now that you satisfied yourself (and him), you could finally rest peacefully.
Knock.
You and Daryl lifted your head towards the closed bedroom door, eyes wide at each other.
“Mama? Papa?” Lydia’s soft, sleepy voice called out from behind the door.
Daryl shot you an amused, but tired look. “Guess we really were loud.”
Your night was far from over.
hope you enjoyed! likes, comments, and reblogs greatly appreciated :)
finally writing some smutty established reader x daryl and i am not apologizing for making him a father or writing another established relationship fic. oh how i yearn to give him kids.
he/him ── infp/isfp ── asian ── agender & queer ── [masterlist in the making].
☆.ᐟ hi everyone my name is fei! my main blog (where i write for daryl dixon from twd..) is @mrdixon and @mrdixonafterdark where i reblog and whatnot… this blog however is for jack o'connell’s characters!! i am quite a new fan of his.. :> but i have fallen deep. mainly decided to start writing for him because while i love the remmick fics… i yearn for certain characters of his (cook and oliver specifically…), so i hope my fics will exceed all expectations..
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hey y'all.... guess who's back. ive finally decided to come back after i graduated, yup. anyway i now have more free time so i want to write again :3
tbh i have the flame i had for daryl dixon has faltered quite a bit, not completely, but i will probably have to rewatch stuff to relight that fire. do not worry! a rugged muse will still continue after that hiatus as i at least still have a strong passion for my work, and same goes for my oneshots :33
a little update which will soon be made later today... i have fallen victim to jack o'connell and i am not complaining. as to not clog up this blog with jack (character) fics, and also because i like making blogs, i will be making a separate blog for fanfics for jack o'connell's characters! i will add the @ once it is finished to this post and my intro post :3 feel free to follow it if you are interested in that ;3
again, those who love my daryl fics, i will continue to write them! ill try to make a reasonable schedule that i can handle while also not depriving you guys of anything :>
ALSO to those who sent me requests a year ago i am so sorry omg, but those will probably never get written... maybe i will get around to them but for now, i will having a fresh start now and i hope those who have stayed here will continue to read my writing :)
for now, sit tight while i clean up things on my blogs (expect a lot) and ill publish something later this week or the next. i hope im not forgetting anything else to mention in this update since i am soooo tired im going to go to bed and add more if need be
hey y'all.... guess who's back. ive finally decided to come back after i graduated, yup. anyway i now have more free time so i want to write again :3
tbh i have the flame i had for daryl dixon has faltered quite a bit, not completely, but i will probably have to rewatch stuff to relight that fire. do not worry! a rugged muse will still continue after that hiatus as i at least still have a strong passion for my work, and same goes for my oneshots :33
a little update which will soon be made later today... i have fallen victim to jack o'connell and i am not complaining. as to not clog up this blog with jack (character) fics, and also because i like making blogs, i will be making a separate blog for fanfics for jack o'connell's characters! @antiquedollz is the blog for jack characters so feel free to follow it if you are interested in that ;3
again, those who love my daryl fics, i will continue to write them! ill try to make a reasonable schedule that i can handle while also not depriving you guys of anything :>
ALSO to those who sent me requests a year ago i am so sorry omg, but those will probably never get written... maybe i will get around to them but for now, i will having a fresh start now and i hope those who have stayed here will continue to read my writing :)
for now, sit tight while i clean up things on my blogs (expect a lot) and ill publish something later this week or the next. i hope im not forgetting anything else to mention in this update since i am soooo tired im going to go to bed and add more if need be
A/N: a little drabble for you guys while i finish up on a ton of more fics :)
“You’re home,” Daryl’s head snapped up at the sound of your soft sleepy voice. You rubbed your eyes as he walked into the room, your face slightly puffy from your slumber.
“I am, did I wake ya?” Daryl winced at the thought of waking you up, walking over to your blanket covered body. Your eyes were still half lidded and to be honest, you were still half asleep.
Daryl reached down to caress your cheek, his eyes softening at the way your eyes fluttered closed and you nuzzled against his touch.
“No.. just wanted to be up and see you,” you mumbled, letting out a soft sigh as his hand moved from your cheek and into your messy hair.
Daryl huffed in amusement from the way you were basically asleep, “see me? Honey, yer sleepin’.”
Daryl’s amusement further heightened when you mumbled incoherently and struggled to keep your eyes open, “no… no ‘m up.”
“Ya ain’, go on an’ sleep.” He whispered huskily, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You however decided that wasn't enough and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close to you. Daryl grunted as he shifted his weight, leaning his upper half over you while you shoved his face into your neck. “Wha’ are ya doin’?”
His scratch of his beard coupled with his warm breath against your skin made you giggle slightly, turning your head to plant a cheeky kiss behind his ear. “Want to cuddle,” you mumbled.
“I’ll get to it in a moment, I need ta change. Been out all day,” Daryl grumbled, now conscious of his suffocating layers. He held still in your arms as you refused to let go and huffed out in frustration, bringing a gentle hand up to your waist. “Please baby, ‘m jus’ gonna change real quick and then ‘m all yours.”
His whispered promise warmed your heart and your grip on him loosened, allowing him to slip free from your arms. He looked down at the slight pout on your face, pinching your cheek gently before walking off to change.
Your head lolled to the side as your gaze followed him. The room was dimly lit by your bedside lamp, the warm glow just barely making him visible from the dresser. His back was to you as he shed his clothes, taking his time with the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged his shirt off and threw it into the laundry bin, your eyes running over the scarred skin, wanting nothing more than to run your hands down his back and over his shoulders. He began to unbuckle his belt and you figured it was too intimate, so you turned your head away and closed your eyes.
Soon enough, whatever sounds you were hearing began to dull and you found your brain shutting off into sleep. You felt warm. Warm knowing that you were safe in bed and not fighting for your life outside trying to find a sanction to sleep for the night. You were safe.
Your short-lived sleep was quickly taken from you as the bed dipped next to you. Your head turned towards the offending side, slightly delirious having been up and down for the past 20 minutes.
“Hey, hey, hey. ‘s jus’ me,” Daryl whispered soothingly, slipping under the blanket next to you. You quickly relaxed and closed your eyes again, letting him pull you against him. One of his hands held the back of your head while the other arm wrapped around your middle, your cheek pressed against his bare skin. “Light sleeper, huh?”
He chuckled quietly when he felt you smile, his hand gently stroking your hair. He made a mental note to be even more gentle when doing things around a sleeping you. Daryl moved to lay on his back, pulling you with him so you were half on top of him and you shifted yourself so your head was on his shoulder.
As you felt sleep begin to take over, you mustered up the energy to whisper, “g’night… love you.”
Daryl let out a sigh, the arm around your waist giving you a soft squeeze. “Love ya too, get some rest sweetheart.” You felt him reach over to turn off the lamp, his fingers lightly drumming over your stomach.
You started feeling that same safeness you felt when Daryl was around. Feeling that warmth he gave you not just physically, but emotionally. You enjoyed this feeling and hoped it’d stay forever. Sleep came to you quickly, letting yourself be taken away into a peaceful slumber.
