Smutt-n-Stuff

NSFW I write for TWD, AHS, GOT. Also will write about random characters of my own imagination.

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UPDATE!

I am SO sorry for no posts in almost a year! *embarrassed* I plan on getting the next chapter up soon, I am so sorry again guys. I’ve had some personal stuff happen, but we should be getting back into action!

Thanks to all of you who have stuck around. I love ya’ll.

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Hard Times: PT. 6

Hard Times Part 6: Congratulations Word Count: 987 Pairing: Daryl x Female Reader Warnings: Smoking, Language

Author’s Note: The part I included in this chapter is not canon, I am fully aware, This is just how I would think the event would have happened if things didn’t happen the way they did. Please don’t shoot me!

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It was night time, Maggie and Glenn had invited the whole group together for dinner at their place. It wasn’t uncommon,  but it made you feel weird. having dinners with people you weren’t even sure they would be alive tomorrow. You were lying to yourself, you secretly loved being with everyone, made it feel more like a family, like home.

You scratched your scalp, running your palms across the velcro feeling of your shaved head, pondering on what you were going to wear tonight. You decided on a pair of jeans, and a black and white baseball shirt, you hadn’t worn it out on a supply run yet, so it was still pristine, the only shirt that you had that wasn’t almost completely riddled with holes.

You quickly got dressed, buttoning your jeans as Daryl came into the room raising an eyebrow as you turned to him.

“Hey, Glenn and Maggie invited all of us over for dinner. Want to go?”

“Sure.” His graveled voice croaked out.

“You gonna get dressed?”

“I am dressed.”

“I mean in clean clothes?”

“These are clean.”

“Okay, You don’t have to change if you don’t want to, I just thought maybe you’d like to get out of those sweaty duds.”

Daryl stared at you for a minute before going to his side of the closet, and grabbed a shirt from the hanger, exchanging his dirty shirt for the clean one.

“I guess yer right. I get real itchy.”

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The two of you walked down the street, side by side, hands grazing each other as you strolled along. The moon was full, illuminating your way as a soft breeze floated through the air. You sighed and looked over at Daryl, who was smoking a cigarette, smoke rolling from his mouth as it dangled.

“Can I have a drag?”

Daryl took the cigarette from his mouth and held it up to your lip, letting you take a drag, his knuckled brushing your lip as he pulled it away. God damn he was sexy, and he knew you thought he was sexy, he started to become aware of this from the way you bit your lip as you watched him do the simplest of tasks.

“Easy girl. Look at me like that anymore and I might spontaneously combust or something, you got fire burnin’ in'em bright.”

“Stop.”

“What?”

“Stop being so sexy.”

“I ain’t sexy.”

“Bullshit.”

He smirked as you two came up to Glenn and Maggie’s house, tossing the spent cigarette into a burning barrell nearby, as you two accended up the steps to the door.

Maggie was already there, holding the door open for you two;

“Hey you two, get on in here and get comfy, dinner is jus'bought ready.”

You went in first, and saw the whole team sitting in the living room, Glenn was in the floor with Judith, playing peek-a-boo with her, Judith’s sweet laughter filling the room, putting a smile on everyone’s face. It wasn’t much, but there is nothing better than a baby laughing in delight. Especially in times like this.

You and Daryl sat down together on the loveseat opposing the couch where Carl, Rick, and Michonne were sitting, Daryl put his arm around the back of the couch, placing his hand gently on the back of your head, absentmindedly carressing.

“About time you two showed up!” Rick smirked;

“We were starting to wonder if ya’ll were even gonna show!”

“Miss this? No way in hell would I miss this. Out of all the things we all do together, this is probably my favorite.”

You smiled warmly at Rick, who cocked his head in approval.

“Dinner is ready!” You heard Maggie say from the kitchen, bringing a huge pot to the farm table in the middle of the dinning room, and sat it down, “Ya’ll come eat!”

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The soup was delicious, the family had been fed, and everyone was telling stories. You were sure the laughter could be heard all throughout Alexandria. A tiny shred of joy that was well deserved.

“Yeah, Judith is getting ready to talk, and I just know it’s going to be Shit, from all of us contributing!”

“Hey! I’m clear of this, I haven’t cussed once in front of her!”

You said, defending yourself.

“Of course you’d be safe, I was just pullin’ everyone’s leg.”

Rick sat back in his chair, looking over at Glenn and Maggie as they stood up.

“Well. We didn’t just invite you guys over for dinner, we wanted to spend some time with you guys, and tell you all something.”

Glenn said, beeming a million dollar smile, looking over to Maggie, who had came to stand next to him.

“I’m pregnant.”

The whole room came to an uproar, Rick got up and hugged the two of them.

Congratulations were going all around. It was such great news. Glenn would be an excellent father, and Maggie a great mother. You smiled at them as everyone gave them congratulatory hugs.

“Looks like I’ll be on the lookout for cute baby clothes!” You chimed in, Daryl curved the corner of his mouth up at you, giving you that handsome crooked grin that drove you insane.

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It had been a month since the news was announced. Everyone banding together to get the new baby stuff. You did find some cute clothes, even got lucky and found a few diapers in a CVS.

You were busy making more rag dolls from more discarded clothes for the baby, this time working on a small teddy bear. You tried to keep yourself busy, Daryl wouldn’t let you go out on runs very much, especially since he was in full blown baby mode. He didn’t want to lose you, you meant the world to him, you were home.

Daryl came into the house, kicking his boots off at the door, and came into the living room where you were. You looked up at him, and smiled.

“Hey sugar britches.”

“Hey sweetheart.”

He came over and sat down next to you on the floor, picking up  small scrap of fabric, and playing with it.

“Makin’ more dolls? You should do this for all the kids, I bet they’d all love ‘em.”

You nodded, concentrating on the curve of the teddy bear’s arm, trying to get it right.

“Yeah, if I could find more scraps of fabric that weren’t useless, I would be more than happy to do it.”

“Wanna try to hit up an art store or sum'n? I bet'cha could find some there.”

“That’d be nice.”

You finished the bear and sat it down next to you on the floor.

“Well? How’d today go?” you asked, bringing your knees up to your chest, as you looked over him.

“Was alright. Didn’t find a whole lot. Happened to find some more vitamins for Maggie.”

You nodded.

“That’s good. Anything else?”

“Found these.”

He pulled a crumpled up box and sat them next to you, the box was faded, but you could tell what it was.

“Pregnancy tests?”

“Yeah…Just figured, you know…In case you think you might be pregnant sometime.”

Daryl looked away, and bit the pad of his thumb.

You sat there for a minute, looking down at the box. How long had it been since you had your period? You could'nt remember for the life of you. You felt a cold sweat break out on the back of your neck, Were you pregnant?

“No, I actually think I might need these.. It’s been a while..”

Daryl snapped his head to look at you.

“What’d'ya mean?”

“I mean, I haven’t had my period, it’s been a while, I can’t remember the last time I had one.”

Daryl shot up from the floor.

“Go take one!”

He helped you up and followed you to the downstairs restroom closing the door behind you.

“You’re going to watch me?”

You asked, as he leaned up against the counter.

“Uh, yeah. I want to know too.”

You shrugged and started unbuttoning your pants.

“I just thought that you wouldn’t want to watch me pee on a plastic stick. That’s all.”

“Darlin’ we’ve had sex, ain’t no secrecy anymore.”

You pulled your pants down, pregnancy test in hand, taking it out of the wrapper, and prepping it before putting it between your thighs.

“Touche’”

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Hard Times part 6

Writing it right now. Will be posted after editing! Get ready!

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Hello people.

I'm sorry for the delay, I have been busy moving into a new house, starting a new job, taking care of my sick baby, plus taking care of my sick ass. We haven't had Internet in a while, but the technician will be in tomorrow to install it for us, so hopefully Hard Times will be back on schedule. Again, I'm sorry for the delay. Thanks for being here, I love you all!

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Hard Times PT. 5

Part 5: Maybe, Baby. Word Count: 1,716 Pairing: Daryl x Female Reader Warnings: Smoking, Language

Two months had went by since Daryl decided he would start staying with you. He wasn’t there every waking moment, just came and went as he pleased. You didn’t mind, You knew how particular he was about being alone sometimes. On nights he was home though, it was exceptional.

Daryl didn’t really know how to act; being around you all the time. Mostly staying out of your way unless you asked him to come sit with you on the couch, or to eat dinner with you.

“Sorry, I’m not used to this stuff.” Constantly apologizing when he wouldn’t communicate, or relax a little bit  when he has around you.

Daryl was sitting down on the couch, You had Judith while Rick and a couple of others went out for a food run. You were sitting in the floor with her, the two of you playing with some rag dolls you had made for her from some old ripped shirts of yours. You could feel Daryl watching you play with her, turning your head to see him chewing on the pad of his thumb.

“What’s up?” You asked, shifting to look at him, his face turning a shade of pink.

“Nothin’.” he moved his hand from his face, only to continue chewing on his cheek.

“Are you okay?”

He sighed, and got down in the floor with you and Judith, you could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to put together what he was trying to say.

“It’s just..I always wondered what it was that I liked about ya, looks is one thing, but I didn’t know why I was so attracted to ya, why I always wanted to visit when ya had Judith, now I think I know what it is.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, Judith crawling into your lap, eyes heavy with sleep as you cradled her to your chest, rocking back and forth, gently patting her back.

He pointed at you, “That, right there.”

You looked down at Judith, who was partially asleep already, eyes barely open.

“What about it?” You asked, confused, it was just every day to you, you thougth nothing of it, Daryl’s eyes were soft, as he watched you cradle her, effectively rocking her to sleep.

“The way ya care for ‘er, you lost your own daughter, but you still take care of her as if she was your own, You love her, even after the world shit on you, and took everything you loved away from ya, you still have a good heart, and a carin’ soul, but you’re not a push over. That’s what I like about you.”

He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. You could tell that was hard for him to say.

You crawled over to Judith’s play pen, and laid her down into it, she stirred, eyes barely open as she smilled at you before going back to sleep. You got up to your feet, Daryl following you. You walked to the kitchen with him, and grabbed two bottles of water, handing him one.

You took a sip, and sat it down on the counter top behind you. Watching as he played with the lid off his bottle.

“That sweet baby in there reminds me a lot of my own daughter, almost the same color of eyes, Judith is around the same age as she was, I think Judith is a few months younger than Salem when she died. It just feels natural, she helps me remember the good times with my baby.”

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“How do ya deal with losing everything, and still manage to be positive?”

You took another drink from your water, pondering for a minute on the question.

“I just think about what kind of person Salem would want me to be, I stay strong, so I can defend these people that have become my family, so I can be here for people that just need a shoulder to cry on, so that people know that there is SOME good in this shit show. Salem would want me to be a hero of sorts.”

You looked over at Daryl, who was looking down at the counter, still playing with the cap of his bottle. Sighing, you placed a hand on his shoulder, him turning his head to look into your eyes.

“I tell myself that what happened in the past, is in the past. No matter how many tears I shed, how many walkers I kill, it’s not going to make things better, or bring everyone back. So, I try to make the best out of the situation, and protect what I have, life is too short to be miserable, and upset over something that you can’t change.”

Daryl, took a long drink from his water, “That’s good advice, I’ll try to remember that.” He put the lid on his water and stood up straight, kissing your forehead before turning to walk out of the kitchen. “I’m goin’ huntin’. I’ll be back later.”

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Daryl sacked a couple of rabbits, which he skinned, and cleaned for you so you could make some stew, Rick and the crew returned while Daryl was out, Michonne had already came and picked up Judith a half hour before Daryl got home.

You two ate in silence at the dark walnut dinner table, the chandelier soflty glowing above, a cool breeze coming through the opened windows in the dining room, You finished off your bowl, and sat back. Watching Daryl as he ate.

“What?” he asked with his mouth full.

“Did you ever think about having kids before?”

Daryl sat his spoon down into his empty bowl, and leaned back in his chair, resting his head on his fist.

“I never thought about it. I don’t think I’d have been a good dad. I was never 'round kids, Didn’t really like kids all too much to be honest.”

He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed.

“But then, Judith was born, and something came over me. I’m sure it came over everyone. To protect her with our lives. That was the first time I had ever felt that fatherly instinct come over me, then I thought maybe it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea to’ve had a kid.”

“Would you ever consider having kids now? I just think about how Rick must feel, having a baby in this circus of reality, it has to be hard, hell, I know it’s hard. Constantly worrying if one day there’s a breach in the wall, and the walkers get in..”

“That’s happened already, We lost the original leader, and a few people. We all went out into the streets and defended it, You should'a seen it.”

Daryl continued telling you the story about the walker over run. How Rick went out on his own at first into the sea of walkers, stabbing them all with a knife, then everyone else went out, and helped take them down. You were in awe from the story.

“I can’t believe you guys survived, that sounds crazy.”

“It was.”

You got up, and grabbed the bowls, heading into the kitchen, Daryl followed behind. You started the water, and stuck the bowls inside, rinsing them out before putting the soap into the running water, your mind weaving together the story so maybe you could picture the scene for yourself.

You picked up the pot, and started scrubbing. You weren’t sure if you could have a child in this mess. Sure, there’d be people to help take care of the baby, and protect it, but what if things ever turned even further south?

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Huh?” Daryl asked, cleaning his nails with his knife.

“Do you think you’d have a kid now?”

He put his knife away and came next to you, leaning up against the coutner top.

“I think I would, I’m not too sure.. But it’d have to be with the right person, I don’t think I would have a baby with anyone but you..”

“You want to have a baby with me??” you asked shocked.

“Well yeah, It’s just the way you are with Judith..I know you’d be a good mom…. Just…Forget it..” you could see he got embarrased, he turned to walk away from you, you grabbed his arm before he could get away.

“Dixon, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I’m just surprised you even would consider having a kid, I’m also surprised you would want to have one with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to have one with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re scared?”

“Yes, of course I’m fucking scared. I’m terrified of the idea. What if the same thing that happened to my baby and my husband, happened to you, and our baby?”

Daryl faced you, and sighed, “Look, I wouldn’t let that happen. Not in a million years, I’m not saying we have to have a kid, I’m just saying that if we did, I’d be okay with it, probably even happy about it.”

You put the dishes in a drying rack next to the sink, and dried your hands. Grabbing your pack of cigarettes, and pulling two out. You handed one to Daryl, and put the other one in your mouth.

“Let’s go sit on the back porch, looks like a full moon tonight.”

The two of you stepped out the back, and sat on the steps of the porch, it was quiet. Crickets chirping somewhere in the darkness, the pale moonlight casting a beautiful glow on the trees as they gently waved in the wind.

You zipped your hoodie up all the way and put the hood on as you shuddered from the cool wind. Honestly, it wasn’t even that cold, but with out hair, it felt like it was ten degrees colder that it really was.

You took a drag from your cigarette, and flicked the ashes into the night. Absentmindedly chewing on your lip.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea either..Just so you know.”

“Maybe one day. Still not too sure on the idea.”

You nodded in response, letting the smoke roll out of your mouth while you watched the cherry of the cigarette slowly burn.

“Maybe, baby.”

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Hard Times Pt 5. INCOMING!

As promised!

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Hey Gang.

Tried to write today, but I got a call this morning and now I'm booked for the afternoon. I'll try to get it posted either late tonight, or tomorrow by the latest. Love you guys!

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Hard Times Update

Hey guys. I’m going to be taking a little while longer in between updates so I can give you guys an exceptional reading experience, I want to give you guys something you’ll enjoy, and something well put together as opposed to something I was trying to hurry up and type to post before it got too late. I hope you guys will understand, you guys deserve outstanding reading material. Thanks for following, I will let you know when Pt. 5 is done. I’ll shoot for every two days. Thanks guys.

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Negan Squad & Associates

Reblog if you loved the character from the graphic novels. Reblog if you’ve been a fan of JDM since Denny D. Reblog if you never heard of either of them until you saw last season of TWD. Reblog if you know nothing about the character from the graphic novels. Reblog if you know nothing about the television adaptation of the character. Reblog if you’re just here for the smut week. Reblog if you’ve got no desire to participate in smut week. Reblog if you don’t want to be attacked for your fandom and opinions on a character. Reblog if you’re proud to let your freak flag fucking fly high. Reblog if you just like the gif. Fandoms are supposed to be fun. The magic of Tumblr is to provide people a place to express themselves and play with their creativity. If that offends you, don’t expect an apology. Least not from me. There’s enough hate out there, so if the Negan Smut Week bothers you that much? Ignore it. Block the tags. Simple as that. Don’t be a bully.

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THIS. ALL OF THIS!!!

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Yes. All of it.

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💜

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*waving sparkly purple flag* woo-hoo!! \O/

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I'll fly my freak flag as high as I can!

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The Walking Dead @ Paleyfest 2013.

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I would fucking die. 😍😫

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Hey guys.

I hope ya'll are enjoying HT, there is no end in sight, as I have a bunch of plans for Daryl and “You”. I’m still trying to get the hang of writing smut. My writing is rusty as it is, and I have no proofreader to help me correct stuff. Thank you all for being such great people, and thanks for reading.

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Hard Times: PT. 4

Part 4: Sweetheart

Word Count: 2,342

Pairing: Daryl x Female Reader Warnings:SMUT! (Finally, right?), Oral (Female and Male receiving), Unprotected Sex, Fluff, Smoking, Language.

You woke up before he did, his arm still draped over your waist, soft snoring right next to your ear. Your head felt like it was splitting in half, and you had to pee. You gently took his arm, and put it behind you, trying not to wake you up. You saw Daryl’s cigarette pack laying next to him, and reached over, grabbing one from the pack, he only had three left, which meant he was going to go on another supply run soon.

You climbed over the console into the passenger’s seat, Daryl jolting awake from the jostling of the truck. You groaned, cursing yourself.

“Sorry, I had to pee, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Daryl rubbed his eyes, and grunted. Turning his head to look at you.

“I’m goin’ with ya.” he crawled over the console and into the driver’s seat, cigarette pack in hand.

You sighed, arguing with him was futile. He was going to go with you whether you liked it or not. He opened his door and jumped down, scanning the area for walkers.

“Three.” he grunted, grabbing his knife, you grabbed yours as well, and opened your door.  Sliding out of the seat to see the triplets walking towards the truck

Daryl was there first, taking out all three before you could even get a chance to get to the area.

“Thanks.. I could’ve helped though.” you said as you walked ahead of him, finding  nearby tree to pee behind.

Daryl lit his cigarette, “No need. There were only three of ‘em, and they were slow.”

Daryl was taking a piss too his back turned to you as you came around the tree. He tucked himself back into his jeans, and took the cigarette from his mouth.

“Besides, I gotta protect ya. I’d feel bad if somethin’ ever happened to ya.”

“I can fend for myself.”

“Didn’t say ya couldn’t.”

You grabbed the cigarette from Daryl’s mouth, and lit yours up with it, putting it back into his mouth for him.

You took a drag, and stared at him, wondering what his angle was. Did he actually have feelings for you? Or was it just the moonshine? He did say he wanted to fuck you, but you couldn’t be so sure. You walked around Daryl towards the truck.

“Come on, we got fifty miles until we are home.”

Daryl didn’t say anything, just walked behind you, leaves crunching under his feet.

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You rested your head on the cold window, looking out at all the trees as they went by, the ride home was quiet, once again. You were afraid to say anything, you had a knack for making situations worse. Finally you saw the gates of Alexandria come to view, you let out a sigh of relief.  

Daryl drove up to the infirmiry, setting it in park and hopped down. Walking over to the doctor and handed them the stuff you found, telling them that was all you two could find. You hopped down from the truck, and waved at the doctor, and headed for your house, you could feel Daryl staring as you walked on.

Once you got into your house, you hung the leather jacket up in the foyer’s coat closet, and took your boots off next to the door. Your ankle was totally fine now, still ached a bit, but you could walk on it without any problems.

You went to your kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and cracked it open, gulping down half of it. You rested your elbows on the kitchen island, head in your hands, running your palms over the velvety tiny hairs already springing up since the fresh buzz from yesterday. Suddenly, you heard your door open, and close. Two sets of feet walking through the house.

“I’m in here.” you called out, cursing your self for not locking the door.

It was Rick, followed by Daryl, Daryl stayed close to the entrance of the kitchen, leaning up against the wall, as Rick came over to where you were.

“Hey, I just wanted to come by and say that you don’t have to watch Judith today, we have everything we need, so nobody is going out on runs today.”

“Are you sure? I thought the infirmiry needed more pain killers?”

Rick furrowed his brows, confussed.

“No, we have plenty of pain killers, We shouldn’t need any for a while, granted nobody gets hurt.”

Rick patted you on the shoulder and exited the kitchen, you waited for the front door to open, and close before you stood up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“The infirmiry needed pain killers, huh?” you said, squinting your eyes at Daryl. “You had that all planned out didn’t you?”

Daryl pushed himself off the wall and came to the kitchen island, standing on the side across from you.

“What if I did?”

“Well, if you just wanted to spend some time with me you could’ve just said so.”

“I wasn’t about to beg ya to hang out with me.”

“You wouldn’t have needed to beg, I would’ve done it willingly.”

“How was I supposed to know you had feelins for me?”

“You didn’t, and I kinda wished that you still didn’t know, especially after last night..”

Daryl looked at you, and rubbed his thumb along his lips. You though you might have hurt him.

“Do ya regret that then?”

You raised your hands to your face, rubbing gently.

“No, I just wished I hadn’t made myself look like an idiot.”

It was quiet for a minute, you bit at the inside of your cheek nervously, staring down at the floor. Daryl came over to you and stood in front of you. He placed the knuckle of his index finger under your chin, and raised your head to look at him.

“I meant what I said. I did want to fuck ya, but I wasn’t going to do it while we were drunk, thats just wrong, I think you’re a bad ass chick, an’ your gorgeous as all get out, an’ I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t have feelins for ya.”

Your heart raced, that was probably the nicest thing Daryl had ever said to you. Hell, that was the most you had ever gotten out of him since meeting him.

“Really?”

“Sweetheart, I think you’re the most beautiful thing next to a twelve point buck on Christmas mornin’.”

You smiled at him, and put your head on his chest wrapping your arms around his neck, his snaking around your waist, pulling you closer into the embrace. You pushed away from him, and started out of the kitchen, Daryl watching you as you left.

“I need to get out of these clothes, they’ve got blood on them, you can sit on the couch until I get done cleaning up.”

You hear Daryl’s foot steps coming out of the kitchen, turning to see him walking hard towards you, taking his vest off, and disgarding it to the floor.

“Like hell.” he growled as he picked you up by your legs, wrapping them around his waist.

You instinctively put your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t topple over backwards and into the floor, Daryl using one of his hands at the back of your head, bringing it down into a rough, sloppy kiss. He bounded up the stairs, and kicked open your partially agape bedroom door, shutting it with his other foot, never breaking the kiss. He tossed you down on the plush king sized bed, kicking his boots off, then his shirt, releasing his six pack abs from their confinement.

You took your shirt off, and flung it across the room, Daryl helping you take your jeans off, revealing a black lace bra and panty set you happened to snag from a lingerie store a while back, perfect timing on your part.

“Hot damn.” Daryl said, biting his thumb, “Scoot”, he motioned for you to get up to the headboard of the bed.

You scooted yourself up to the pillows, Daryl following suit. Kissing his way up your legs, and thighs, stopping at the top of your panties, he pulled them off, and tossed them off the side of the bed, You went to reach for him, to which he placed a firm hand on your chest, laying you back down.

He kissed your navel, then your pelvis, all the way down to your mound. He kissed your folds softy, parting them with his tongue. He licked up to your clit, and took it into his mouth, gently sucking. God damn, you only imagined how good he was at eating pussy, but what your mind came up with, was nothing for the real thing.

You moaned, and ran your fingers through his hair, arching your back. Daryl looked up at you, “Ya like that darlin’?”

You nodded, biting your lip, he went back down, bringing your legs up over his shoulders, kissing, and nibbling at your soaking wet sex, sticking two of his fingers inside of you, pumping slowly at first, then picking up the pace as you writhed under him. You started to feel the familiar warmth building up in your lower belly, your impending climax surely about to reach its peak.

“Daryl..” you moaned his name, he groaned in response.

“Come for me sweetheart, let it go.”

You came, hard. The oragsm rocking your body, you screamed his name, sure that anyone that was standing around your house could hear you, but you didn’t care, let the whole world know that Daryl Dixon was rocking your world with the best oral you have received in your life.

Daryl kissed his way back up to your neck, you smiling as you slowly came down from cloud nine. He grabbed you, and pulled you to his chest, cradling you, rubbing his hand over your shaved head.

You lazily brought your hand to rest on the bulge in his jeans, gently rubbing it through the fabric. He groaned, as you got up to straddle his legs, you unbuttoned his jeans, and shucked them off of him, no surprise to you, he went commando.

You sat back, and admired him, his muscles perfectly toned, his thick cock laying against his stomach, pulsing with every heartbeat. You gently reached down and put both of your dainty hands around it, pumping softly. Daryl softly sighed, placing both of his hands behind his head, while he watched you work his dick.

You laid down on the bed, and gently kissed the tip, before taking it into your mouth, and gently sucking.

“Sheee-it” he drawled out, “You look so damned hot with your lips wrapped around my dick.”

You took him all the way down your throat, bobbing your head up and down the length of him, Daryl curling his toes as you gained speed.

“Easy girl. You’re gonna spend me before I get a chance to really rock your world.”

You pulled up off of him, licking your lips as he got up on his knees. You crawled over to him and put your arms around his neck. Kissing him softly, his hands unclasping your bra, discarding it along with the rest of the clothes, he ran his hands down your back to your ass, gently squeezing.

“How do you want it?” you purred in his ear, gently nibbling his lobe.

“Lay down.” He said, kissing your shoulder, and neck before letting you go.

You laid down on your back, legs spread for him, He positioned himself between your legs, and took his cock in his hands, running it up and down your slit, you shuddered from the sensation.

“Are ya ready?” He asked, barely putting the tip into you.

You nodded, breath hitching as he slowly slid into you, bottoming out, his eyes on fire with need and grunted. You chuckled, the sense of being filled making you feel giddy. Daryl laid on top of you, almost pulling out completely before pumping back into you. He kissed your neck, putting a hand by your head, the other running up your ribs, to your breast, he gently caressed your nipple before gently squeezing the soft flesh.

Daryl gained speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and Daryl’s grunting echoed in the room. You whimpered as he pounded into you, Daryl’s breathing getting erratic. He cursed under his breath, kissing your lips roughly.

You moaned into the kiss, your climax building up once again.

“I’m about to–”

“Me too.”

“Come with me.”

Daryl pumped into you harder, causing you to scream, pure ecstasy blanketing over you, a rolling orgasm hitting you like truck, Daryl exclaimed, cursing as his seed flooded into you, sweat dripping from his brow.

He stayed like that for minute, shuddering before pulling out of you completely, joining you on the mattress. You rolled over onto your side, resting your head on his chest. He brought his arm around to cradle you, tracing his finger tips along your arm and shoulder, his other arm tucked behind his head.

You ran your finger tips over his chest, enjoying the sense of euphoria that overcame you. Daryl lazily kissed your forehead, rolling over to face you, he propped his head up with his arm, gazing down at you, admiration in his eyes as he traced the features of your face. Kissing your lips softly.

“You can leave if you want.” You said, you knew Daryl liked his space, and didn’t want to make him feel obligated.

“I ain’t leavin’, sweetheart, I plan on stayin’ right here…If you’d have me.”

You smiled, putting a hand on his cheek, “Of course I want you to stay, I just know you like your space.”

Daryl chuckled, “Darlin’, my space ain’t of no concern for you, I could never get tired of ya.” he kissed you again, rubbing his thumb across your jaw.

“Well, don’t fall too hard, people might see your soft side.” you smiled, gently punching him.

He smirked, “Too fuckin’ late.”

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Hard Times PT. 4

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Hard Times pt:3

Part 3: Ace of Spades Pairing: DarylxFemale Reader Word Count: 3,081 (Wordy bitch tonight!) Warnings: Smoking, Alcohol, Language, Angst, Fluff

You both walked out into the streets of Alexandria, morning dew clinging onto blades of grass, glittering in the sunshine. Your breath leaving puffs of steam as you exhaled. Daryl walked over to a Chevy Blazer that was parked in the driveway of your house, and got in, the engine roaring to life.

The passenger door creaked as Daryl opened it from the inside, and held his hand out for your back pack, then you. You grabbed his hand as he hoisted you up into the cab. The cloth seats were cold against your legs, eliciting a shiver from you.

“Cold?” Daryl asked, as he backed out of the driveway, his sleeveless arm draped across to your head reast to see what he was doing.

“I’m always cold, before shit went down, I used to have a nice hot cup of coffee to help warm me up, I miss coffee.”

Daryl grunted, and grabbed his cigarettes off the dash, plucking one out with his lip, and lighting it.

“Want one?” he asked, puffing on the butt of the cigarette as he extended the pack towards you.

You plucked one for yourself and put it in to your lips, Daryl following up with a lighter, and lit the cigarette for you.

“Thank you.” You said as you exhaled, You used to smoke, but quit when you found out you were pregnant with Salem, since the end though, you picked it right back up, anything to take the edge off.

He grunted in response. Placing both hands on the wheel, cigarette dangling out of his mouth, you couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked like that. You loved going on outtings with Daryl, it gave you a chance to bask in all of his glory, even if it was just him smoking.

It was quiet for a while, about an hour, you two smoking in peace, the sound of leaves crunching under the big tires of the Blazer as you cruised down the road. Daryl threw the cigarette butt out, as you two pulled up to a CVS. It looked trashed, but you’ve had some luck with worse places.

You hopped down from the Blazer and closed the door, a few walkers hanging out around the entrance of the store, you grabbed Salem and pulled her from the clasp, Daryl with his crossbow raised, locked, and loaded. He popped off an arrow, it sung through the air as it plunked into a walker, you dove right in, swinging your bat, sending walker blood flying everywhere. It splattered all over the place, getting blood on your shirt, and jeans.

Once the two of you had taken care of them, you walked up to the once sliding doors, which were partially open, just enough to slide your fingers into to pry them open. Daryl grabbed one door, you grabbed the other and you both pulled the mechanical doors open. Daryl, closing them behind you.

There were walkers in the store, but they were already dead. A grim sign that you wouldn’t find anything of use. Daryl went in front of you, crossbow at the ready. You two made your way to the pharmacy, pill bottles scattered all over the place. Daryl checked for more walkers, giving you the signal that it was all clear.

You clipped Salem back onto your pack, and started rummaging through the various bottles.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ There was nothing there, with the exception of a half bottle of ibuprofen hidden under one of the shelves. You also found some prenatal vitamins, pregnancy tests on the sales floor, and a pack of pads someone had hidden in the women’s restroom.

You put it all away in your pack as Daryl stood guard, and tossed the bag over your shoulder, you two had spent most of the day looking for stuff you could use, the place had been pretty much cleared out, sunset surely upon you within the next few hours.

“I think this place is cashed, Want to try to go home, or hit another place?” you asked, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“One more place.”

Daryl took off for the exit, this time going through the back of the store, and out of the loading bay. He hopped down from the concrete slab, crossbow still in hand. You made your way to the stairs and walked down them, Daryl cocking his head back as if you were making him wait for eternity.

“Oh stop. If I had hopped down from that height, I would’ve broken my ankles.”

He grunted, waiting for you to get next to him before heading across the street to a run down music store.

“A music store?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, slowing your speed as he went on ahead of you.

“Wanna check for somethin’.” he peered into the store throught he glass door, “Got one, maybe two, can’t tell if it’s already dead or not.”

You walked up behind him, grabbing Salem once again from her clasp.

“I’m ready.” You said, both hands on the handle of the bat as he swung the door open, gutteral growls, and hisses coming from inside the small building. He shot off a bow, and nailed one in the head, a couple more came out from the back of the store, you ran up to the first one you saw, your back to a small, dark hallway, and swung, the walker falling to the ground, dead for sure this time, before you could even get the bat back up in swinging position, you felt hands on your shoulder from behind you, another walker that was hidden in the hallway, it toppled over you and made you lose your footing, twisting your ankle.

You hit the ground with a thud, smacking the back of your head on the hard tiled floor, jaws slamming down inches from your face, pain searing from your ankle, and head, you were dizzy for a moment.

“Daryl!” you screamed, using all the strength and might you had to keep the walker away from devouring your face.

Daryl rushed up, and used his knife, stabbing it in the head, and kicked it off of you. He knelt down and picked you up, setting you to your feet, “It get'cha?” he asked, checking your body over for any bites, removing your beanie to examine your head, he ran his hand over the sensitive spot, you winced. “You hit your head pretty hard, you got a goose egg comin’ up.” He noticed you weren’t putting weight on your left foot, “Is your foot okay?” he put your arm up over his shoulder, helping you walk towards the door.

“I think I just twisted it, I’ll be okay….Thanks for helping me.” you smiled, hobbling over to a chair that was by the store front windows. He helped you sit down, and knelt down to take your boot off, “Daryl, you don’t have t–”

He snapped his gaze up to you, “Yeah I do, What if it’s broke?” He proceeded to take the boot off, as well as your sock, and rolled your pant leg up looking at the ankle, it was swollen, but not too bad, he asked you to wiggle your toes, and move your foot around, the toe wiggling didn’t hurt, but moving your foot definitely did.

“I just twisted it.” You reiterated, “I’ll be okay, now, put my boot back on before the swelling gets too bad.”

Daryl pursed his lips, “Yes ma'am” and obliged. He laced the boot up gently, trying not to hurt you, “Can ya walk?” he asked, glancing at you as he stood.

You got up from the chair and tried to put pressure on it, it stung, but it was manageable. “I’ll live. Now find whatever it was you were looking for.”

He picked up his crossbow, and your bat, handing Salem back to you before going to the clearance music, most of it was old cassettes of what you were sure was all country, not that you minded, you secretly hoped he would find some Johnny Cash, or something that you would like.

He grabbed a cassette and stuck it in the back pocket of his jeans, and turned around, walking back to you, “Found it.”

The two of you walked back to the truck, this time Daryl helping you up into the cab before getting in himself. Once he was in, he put the cassette into the player, suddenly the speakers came to life with a familiar metal song.

You recognized it immediately, you were a fan as well. “Motörhead?!” You excitedly exclaimed, Daryl smirking as he hauled ass out of the area, ‘Ace of Spades’ blaring out of the speakers, dust flying behind you.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was getting late, you guys had driven at least a hundred miles to the CVS to scavenge. Daryl yawned, as he lit another cigarette.

“I’m getting pretty tired; Pullin’ over and we’re going to make camp.”

Daryl pulled off the main road, following a dirt road that read something about a wild life reserve. He drove for a bit, before finding a secluded camping area, it was away from the road, and it had trees lining the small circular area just big enough for a small pop up camper, a fire pit, and a grill.

He shut the engine off, and turned to the back of the truck. The back bench seat had been removed to make room for more supplies, and grabbed a couple of blankets that were sitting in the floor board. He got out, and opend the tail gate spreading the blankets out in the bed, the back glass was broken out, allowing plenty of air flow throughout the interior.

You got out of the truck as well, ankle starting to feel a bit better already. You hobbled over next to Daryl, looking out at the campsite, it was fairly quiet, all you could hear were crickets chirping in the darkness.

“I’ll gather some wood for a fire.” you started off to the tree line, only to have Daryl grab you by the arm.

“No you’re not. It’ll attract walkers. We have a little torch light to use if we need to piss.”

You turned to him, putting a hand on your hip.

“What about for heat?”

“Thats why I brought blankets.”

“Yeah, but a couple of holey blankets aren’t going to keep us too warm.”

“We’ll be fine.”, he pulled a big jar of moonshine from one of the wrapped up blankets, it had about a half of it left in the jar.

You chuckled, “Well, THAT is definitely going to help.”

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After the makeshift bed was made, and you both had a mug in your hands, you two sat in the bed of the truck, side by side. You took a sip of the moonshine and shuttered;

“I havent had any of this shit in years.” the familiar warmth traveling down your gullet, and into your belly, smiling as the warmth spread over you.

Daryl took a drink as well, nodding in response.

You sat there in silence for a while, ocassionally taking a drink here and there, the whiskey already starting to hit you.

“Im such a lightweight.” The words slightly slured as they left your mouth. It was true, you couldn’t drink very much, usually two drinks were enough to knock you on your ass, but it had been a long while since you’d had drank a drop of alcohol.

Daryl chuckled, already done with his second mug to your one, “I ain’t even buzzed yet.” he slurred out.

You pushed him playfully, “Bullshit, I hear it in your voice.”

“Shuddup.” he pushed back.

You took another drink, turning your head to look at him.

“So, what was life like for you before everything happened?”

Daryl froze, looking down into his mug as he traced the mouth of it with his index finger.

“I guess it was a typical life.” he took another swig.

“No, I want details. What was your family like? I already know about Merle, but what about your parents?”

Daryl finished his mug, and poured another. Looking at the jar as it glowed in the light of the torch.

“Mom died sleepin’ in a house fire from a cigarette she left lit, Dad was an dumb ass who drank all the damn time, and took shit out on me and Merle, I got the shit end of the stick when Merle left to join the Marines.”

You remembered the scars on his back, and attempted to put two and two together.

“Is that what happened to your back?” you asked, biting your lip nervously, not sure how he would perceive the question.

Daryl shrugged, “Like I said, he was a dumb ass.”

He took another drink, and sat the mug down, making a motion towards your bat.

“Why’d you name the bat Salem?”

The wave of sadness overcame you instantly. You hadn’t told anyone the story. Nobody knew exactly how Salem got the name.

You reached up and touched the piece of leather string that held your husband’s wedding ring, you always kept it hidden under your shirts. You took the mug and finished it off, surely needing it to be able to tell the story without crying.

You were working as a store manager at a small alternative style clothing store in Oklahoma City when the sirens went off. Sirens that you’d never heard before, one of your employees said it was tornado sirens, but they sounded more like air strike sirens to you. Suddenly you saw people running through the mall, people pushing each other down trying to get away from whatever it was they were running from, then you saw the walkers, you told him how most of your employees were eatten, you managed to escape to your car, and sped home, finding the mess there, and the bat was named after your daughter.

You wiped away a tear that was forming, ready for it’s escape. Daryl’s face sullen, he reached over and put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him in a hug.

“Sorry..Must’ve been rough.”

You wiped away more tears, resting your head on his shoulder. It was rough, the worse thing in the history of bad things to happen. You stayed like that, letting his calloused hand rub up and down your arm, his head rested on top of yours.

You leaned away from him, and grabbed your mug, then reached over Daryl’s lap for the moonshine to pour another drink, he grabbed the jar and held it up over his head.

“Nope. You’re already too drunk.” he said, keeping it out of your reach.

“I just need one more drink.” You got on your knees and crawled closer to him, reaching for it, he then moved the jar from the top of his head, to his arm’s length away from you at his side. You huffed, and went to crawl across him, stradling him when he suddenly dropped the jar.

The both of you went for the jar, trying to save it before it all poured out onto the blankets, you landed on your back, Daryl halfway on top of you, the jar saved by the tips of Daryl’s fingers around the wide mouth opening. He sat it up right and placed the lid on it, still laying on top of you. Once the lid was on, he looked down at you, and went to get off.

“I’m sorr–”

You stopped him, grasping his face and bringing him down, kissing him softly. The moment just felt right. Daryl hesitated for a minute, but kissed you back, you let him pull his head away, and he looked down at you, raising an eyebrow, you rasied yourself up, forearms still on the ground.

“Kiss me.”

Daryl smiled, “Yes Ma'am.”

He brought his head back down and kissed you, following you to the bed of the truck, his tongue licking your lips, beckoning for entrance into your mouth, you welcomed his tongue, the taste of moonshine and tobacco melding with the taste of your mouths. Daryl’s stubbled face leaving a rash on your chin, you took his lip into your mouth and nibbled gingerly, Daryl groaning slightly.

You broke the kiss and pushed him off of you, him landing on his ass as you followed him, stradling him once again, and resumed the kiss. His hands ran up your thighs, your ass, and up your back, to the front of your leather jacket, he helped you out of it, kissing his way down your jaw, and to your neck, wrapping his arms round your waist as he bit down on the sensitive skin, you hissed from the delicious pain, knowing he would leave a mark, and ran your fingers through his hair, his bulge becoming more pronounced in his pants.

You reached down to unbutton his jeans, when his hands came to stop you, he pulled his face from your neck and looked at you.

“No, I don’t want to do that.”

“Whyy?” You whined, wiggling your hips on top of him

“Because, I’m drunk, you’re really drunk, and I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

“I wont regret it!” you protested, and went for the button of his jeans again, Daryl’s hands stopping yours.

“No. Not tonight.”

You got off of him and sat across the bed of the truck.

“If you don’t want to fuck me then just say so, we can forget this ever even happened, I should’ve known better than to try to kiss you.”

Daryl laid his head back and sighed, “I said not tonight. I didn’t say I didn’t want to fuck you, because trust me, I do, I just respect ya enough to not do it while we’re drunk.”

Shame came over you, boy you felt like a dick.

“I’m sorry.” you said, and laid down, “Maybe we should go to bed.” turning away from him, crawling up under the blanket, balling up your jacket to use as a pillow

Daryl shut the tail gate from the inside, and laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, snuggling up so close you could feel his breath at the back of your head.

“Good night.” he said, and kissed the back of your head softly.

“Good night.” You mumbled, the two of you falling asleep in no time.

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