Request: Hello! May I make a Daryl Dixon request? One particularly of a oblivious!Daryl x reader headcannon who is flirty and dropping hints that, yes, she actually likes him! Thank you! The drought of new Daryl fanfics is devastating 😭🐄
A/n: Hiiii! Of course you cannn! Please enjoy 🫶🏻
It's not uncommon for Daryl Dixon to live in his own world, thinking that people don't care for him, or really shouldn't care.
Daryl doesn't let people get close and he sure as hell notices when people try to, although with you, he seems to be oblivious.
No matter how many times you brush your shoulder up against his or bat your eyelashes at him, or even compliment him, he'll just grunt a reply back to you or even a slight smile.
Daryl doesn't mind you following him around everywhere like a puppy dog.
Rick and Michonne tease him endlessly about you flirting with him, but he just replies "Nah."
Although it takes everything in Daryl to be open to the idea of someone liking him.
I mean, he's dirty and never takes showers and he's not exactly a people person, so his first thought is, why would anyone actually like him?
Daryl allows you to hug him, although he'll groan and huff, complaining about how you're squeezing him too tight.
Secretly, he likes it, but he's confused. His heart is pounding against his chest and his palms are a bit sweaty.
Why does he feel this way? is it because you're hugging him? He shrugs off the thought and shakes his head. Nah, no way.
You'll compliment Daryl, saying his hair looks good or his muscles look particularly good today.
He just rolls his eyes and scoffs, a hint of the tiniest blush creeping up on his cheeks.
Daryl always offers you a cigarette and you smoke it with him on the porch of your house in Alexandria.
You'll make playful, teasing comments and inch so close to him that your shoulders are touching.
You'll even playfully blow a huff of smoke near him and Daryl lets out a tiny chuckle.
You spend more time with him than anyone else, you're the first one to offer to go on a run with him.
You even beg him to teach you how to use his crossbow and he eventually does.
Daryl cannot deny the way his heart pounds and he seems to have butterflies in his stomach around you.
Rick and Michonne have to talk some sense into Daryl that you actually do like him and having been dropping hints left and right.
A tiny smile plays along Daryl's face as he realizes just how much you actually care about him...maybe you do like him.
Summary: Female reader and Dexter Morgan have been friends for a while, working together and even living in the same apartment complex. When a bad thunderstorm hits Florida, the two of you are drawn together and things are bound to happen...
A/N: Hi! Welcome, to my blog. You can call me Nana <3 I'm literally shocked about the lack of Dexter Morgan piecessss. Enjoy this piece, my loves!
You're shivering inside of your apartment, cuddle up in a blanket, right beside Dexter's apartment. The thunder is rumbling loudly and even slightly shakes the apartment complex as it booms, rattling your eardrums.
You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the thunder past as the unsettling silence takes over. It's only a matter of moments before another loud thunder pops off.
You grip the blanket tightly in your fingers and glance at the wall, facing Dexter's apartment.
You wonder what's he doing right now, probably cooking dinner or drinking a beer. It's only around 10pm, but the darkness has settled in and taken over.
Your heart is thumping against your chest, you can hear it echoing in your eardrums.
You hate thunderstorms and you hate being alone during thunderstorms even more. Dexter and you are good friends, close and you even spend time outside of work together.
Would it be weird for you to knock on his door at night? You are friends and friends help each other. In that split second, you make a decision to stand up from your bed, letting the blanket fall onto the bed and you slip on your slippers, heading out of your apartment.
You're almost blown away as you open your door, the wind strong and fierce. "Shit," you mutter out, gazing up at the dark clouds scattered in the almost pitch black sky.
You walk down the hallway a bit and stop in front of Dexter's door, knocking on it lightly. You shift your weight nervously as you wait for him to answer the door.
The knock fills Dexter's eardrums and he perks his head up. He wonders who could be knocking on his door in the middle of a thunderstorm.
He clears his throat, setting down his half empty beer bottle and standing up from the couch. He briskly walks over to the door and swings it open.
Your stomach fills with butterfiles as Dexter opens the door, wearing a long sleeve shirt, the sleeves rolled up and his chest exposed as his shirt isn't buttoned up.
Your eyes explore his muscular chest and you almost get lost in his muscles, before tearing your gaze away. Dexter leans against the door and notices his eyes lingering on his chest.
He clears his throat, realizing that his shirt is unbuttoned. He starts to button up his shirt and gazes down at you, cocking an eyebrow.
"Hey, y/n. What are you doing here? Scared of the storm?" Dexter asks, peeking outside at the weather conditions. You smile at the fact that he knows that you're afraid of thunderstorms.
"Yeah," you whisper out, a bit ashamed of much of a scaredy cat you are.
"Come in," Dexter gestures you to come in, standing aisde. You smile and walk inside as he closes the door.
"You don't mind?" you ask, noticing the beer bottle on the table. He huffs and shakes his head, walking into the kitchen and opening his fridge.
"Beer? It'll take the edge off," Dexter offers, grabbing a bottle and holding it out.
"Sure," you nod your head. Dexter wears a tiny smirk on his face as he walks over to you and hands you the bottle, popping the lid off. He sits down on the couch and pats the empty spot beside him.
You hesitate for a moment, before sitting down beside him. Dexter notices how you heistate for a moment and he presses his lips together.
You take a sip of the beer and let it drip down your throat. You grimace for a moment and Dexter lets out a tiny chuckle at your reaction.
"Not big on beer?" Dexter asks, examining you. You glance over at him and shake your head. The thunder booms suddenly and you slightly flinch.
Dexter instinctively moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch near you. You can't help your heart skipping a beat as he moves closer.
"Not really," you shudder out, eyes glancing around like the storm is gonna rip off the roof to his apartment.
"Here, let's watch something," Dexter reaches over your legs to grab the remote and your breath hitches. As he pulls back, his eyes shift to yours then to the tv, clicking it on.
As the storm rumbles on and you down the beer, Dexter and you watch the tv with slight smiles on your faces, enjoying each other's company.
You shiver, noticing how cold Dexter's apartment is. The lightning flash seeps in through the blinds and your heart skips a beat.
Dexter's eyes glance at the goosebumps along his arms and he reaches to his side, grabbing a blanket. "here," his voice is soft as he unfolds it.
You sit up from the back of the couch as Dexter wraps the blanket around your shoulders. Is he just being nice or are you reading into this too much?
You turn your face towards him, smiling and admiring his features for a moment. His dark eyes that are laced with secrets, his stubble that could poke you, but also be so soft, and that damn smirk.
You cuddle up into the blanket, the coldness seeping out from your body. Your eyes are getting heavier and Dexter studies your face, noticing.
He clenches his fists, eyes lingering on your face and how exhausted you are. He runs his hand through his hair as your eyes are locked onto the tv, the tv glow flashing back onto your face and illuminating it.
Dexter watches with a tang in his heart as your body slumps over, eyes closed and your breathing becomes slower, calmer. Your head is slumped over, resting against the back of the couch, near Dexter.
He feels the sudden desire to want to protect you. You look so vulnerable in your sleep and so peaceful. This was a feeling that's been creeping up on Dexter, but he's shoved it away for too long.
It makes him sick to his stomach knowing that he feels this way. He shouldn't, he's got a mission and he shouldn't have any distractions, but you make him feel good.
Dexter wipes his hands on his pants before quickly standing up and grabbing the two empty beer bottles. They clatter together as he tosses them in the recycle bin.
He grits his teeth at the loud sound and slowly turns his head towards you, hoping it didn't disturb you. He lets out a sigh of relief as he takes in you still sleeping.
Good.
Dexter doesn't know why, but he cannot fathom the thought of you sleeping on the couch. Why the hell does he care? His victims get no remorse from him, but you...you're different.
He can feel his pulse quickens as he stands over you, in total power and control like usual. Expect, he has no reason to want to be in power or in control, he can't find any reason and that scares the shit out of him.
Dexter moves carefully and calculated, arms slipping underneath your body and tenderly lifting you into his arms. You groan, still deep in your sleep.
The heat spreads all throughout his body, making him shiver. The blanket drapes over you as your body leans against Dexter, feeling the way his muscles flex.
His pink lips are slightly parted open as he stares at you. So beautiful and vulnerable. Dexter doesn't choke up or slip up, but he finds himself getting lost in your eyes.
Dexter's feet quietly shuffle across his apartment and he carries you into his bedroom. It's dark in there, the lights from the hallway peeking inside, slants of light spreading across the room and on the bed.
He steps right next to his bed, covers already pulled back. He carefully places you on the bed. A piece of your hair falls into your face and Dexter's eyes widen.
He extends his arm out, his hand mere inches away from your face. The feeling of his hand brushing against your cheek and tucking the strand away sends full body shivers into Dexter.
His hand is drawn to your face, knuckles tracing over your cheek. You squirm, slowly stirring awake and opening your eyes. Dexter's breath hitches and he quickly yanks his hand away.
"Sorry, just figured...you'd be more comfortable here," Dexter speaks with a low, husky voice. You stare at him, body frozen in shock and you bob your head.
You gulp and nod your head. You watch as Dexter turns his back and starts heading towards the door. Your heart is pounding, are you really going to let him leave?
"Dexter," you whisper, your voice almost like a plead. He can't resist the sound of your voice, calling out his name so tenderly. He stops in his tracks and turns around, facing you.
"Yeah?" he asks as you climb onto your knees on the bed. You slowly sink into the plush mattress and you gesture Dexter over. He lowers his head and walks over to the edge of the bed.
You reach out slowly as if you're testing the water. Dexter watches as you extend your arms towards him, planting your hands on his chest.
Through his shirt you can feel how muscular he is and your cheeks heat up. The light coming in from the blinds, shines on your face and Dexter almost chokes on his breath.
You slowly run your hands up his chest, up to his face. Your hands tenderly cup his face, his stubble poking your palms. Dexter's lips are partly open, his body almost frozen as you touch him.
Ever touch from you, Dexter feels electric. Your eyes take in his face, shifting from every feature and then down to his lips. You slowly start to lean in, taking your time.
Then, Dexter's hands reach out, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you forward roughly. You let out a grunt of surprise at the sudden yank.
Dexter closes his eyes, his lips capturing yours. Your body seems to instantly relax as your lips melt together, lapping and wanting more.
Dexter feels the muscles of his heart tightening with an incredile force.
The kiss consumes Dexter, like his soul is opening up, tasting feeling and seeing every color of the rainbow in his own sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness…
His fingers dig into your hips, pulling your body against his as the kisses grow faster and more heated each time your lips devour each other. It makes you feel like every single nerve in your body is on fire.
Dexter's body warmth makes goosebumps form along your skin. You can feel your knees getting weaker as the two of you taste each other, the scent of beer on your lips.
You slowly pull away from each other, wanting more, but needing to gasp for air. You both pant heavily, eyes never each other's in the darkness.
Warm, gentle hands still gripped onto one another, no intention of letting go. Dexter's eyes glance down to your lips, red and warm. You watch in awe as Dexter starts to climb onto the bed with you and you instinctively lay down.
He's towering over you before climbing on top of you, hands on either side of your head, saving you from his full weight. Dexter starts to dip his head down, but the sudden roar of the thunder makes you flinch and shrink in your figure.
Dexter's lip curl up into a tiny smirk at your reaction, remembering that's the reason you came over in the first place. He takes in the look on your face and his heart stings.
You're scared and afraid, but not of him. You yearn for him to protect you, to shield you. Everyone is always afraid of him, but you're the opposite.
He carefully reaches out his hand, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over your skin.
"Come here," his voice is husky as he lays back down on the bed, arms open. His open chest is so tempting, practically calling out of your name.
You crawl into Dexter's embrace as he instinctively wraps his arms around you, shielding you from the thunderstorm. You toss your leg over his, trying to get close as possible.
You rest your arm over his stomach, feeling it go up and down slightly as he breathes. Dexter's eyes roam over your figure in the darkness as you rest your head on his chest.
Dexter's stomach is twisted into uneasy knots as the two of you are ever so close. His body tingles as he can hear your heartbeat, steady and rhythmic.
Hey pookitieee so i'm new to ur acc and i ABSOLUTELY LOVE ITTT HEREEE and i wanted to know if u could write something about rick grimes x curvy younger arab girl with big brown eyes and when i say curvy i mean wide hips smaller waist yk the drill, and rick asks her if she could dance for him to betwaness beek by warda AN ABSOLUTE CLASSICCCC anyway i probably got a little too excited thereand if u can add smut please do mwah love yaaa hopefully this isn't too much😋💋
heyyyy pookie!!! Omggg hiii welcome! I'm so glad you like it!! I'll have you know that I did listen to all 13 minutes of Batwanes Beek and lemme just say, it slapsssss <3
I enjoyed writing every second of thissss and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!! <3 <3 (Please forgive me for taking forever to write this)
Synopsis: After settling down in Alexandria, you and Rick found a bunch of old CD's on a bookshelf. One of the cd's happened to be one of your favorite song from the 90s, Batwanes Beek. After he asks you to dance for him, one thing leads to another...
Rick saw the way your eyes lit up when you had found the cd, so for a week straight he searched for a CD player. Today on a run, he finally found one and he practically sprinted home.
The slow, seducing music starts playing in the background and Rick's eyes lock onto your body. Your hips flow to the rhythm of the song and Rick's breath hitches in your throat.
He leans back into the couch, sinking into it and relaxing as your body trickles and glides along with the music.
Rick pinches at his jeans, trying to adjust them as he feels his cock grow harder inside of his boxers. He's just memorized by the way your body moves and the way your hips flow.
He clenches his jaw and you gaze down at him. Redness spreads across his face and you make your way over to him. You reach out and cup his jaw, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.
"Do you like it?" you ask with a soft voice. Rick's eyes get lost in your brown orbs and his jaw slightly falls open. His eyes are just searching and raking over your body, craving it.
"Yes," he breathes out, gulping. A warm smile tugs on your face and you lean your face down towards Rick's, lips mere millimeters apart.
His heart is pounding against his chest and you graze your lips over his soft ones. Rick's hand shoot to your waist, grasping your flesh in his warm hands.
He pulls you onto his lap, eagerly pressing his lips on yours. You moan against his lips, feeling how excited he is and how eager he is to pleasure you.
His hands squeeze your flesh and you tangle your hand into dark curls. The sound of lips smacking together fills the room as the song quietly plays in the background.
Rick's hand travels up your back as he adjusts yourself and him on the couch. He carefully places you down on the couch as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Rick breaks away from the kiss, forehead leaning against yours as he breaths heavily. He hovers above you, one arm holding himself up and one hand exploring your body.
His eyes darken as his hand explores the curve of your waist and down to your wider hips.
"God, that dance was so memorizing," Rick breathes out, unbuckling his pants. The sound of his buckle coming undone makes your cunt wetter and your heart pound against your chest.
It turns you on knowing that Rick is quite a bit older than you and could rough house you until the next universe.
"Yeah? What's the sheriff gonna do with me?" you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. That ignited a spark inside of Rick, a hungry, ravenous one.
Rick wastes no time in tugging off his pants and boxers, revealing his grithy cock. The mushroom tip is red and you bite your bottom lip at the sight of it.
"How about I fuck you till your legs don't work anymore, princess," Rick offers, with a raspy voice, tugging your pants down. His eyes lock onto the wet spot on your underwear and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.
He can feel his cock just getting harder from the sight of your wet underwear. Rick rubs his thumb over your clit, sending buzzes of pleasure to you.
You tilt back your head, a moan falling from your lips. "Rick..." you call out, almost begging him to stop teasing you. He lets out tiny chuckle and nods his head, fingers sliding underneath your underwear.
"I know. I know," he repeats, sliding down your underwear down your legs and to your feet, where he tosses them to the ground. His eyes gaze at your wet pussy, legs already spread and ready for him.
It makes your mouth water at the sight of his cock.
Rick takes his cock in his and pumps it a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He's got one hand on your thigh, pressing it down as he slowly pushes his cock into your cunt.
You let out a loud moan, squirming as Rick sinks his cock all the way in you. A groan vibrates from his chest and he lets out deep breath of pleasure.
"Fuck," he groans out, starting to move his hips back and forth. His cock rubs against your walls, feeling his thick veins slide in and out constantly.
You don't have any words yet, trying to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching you out. The sound of skin slapping starts to fill the room as Rick takes a steady pace, the tip of his cock hitting your spot every damn time.
Rick dips his head down into your neck, pressing soft kisses along your skin. "Tell me, this is what you wanted," Rick demands, a harsh, husky voice.
"I wanted this...so bad," you moan out as Rick pounds against your hips harder, making you whine. You wrap your legs around Rick and your walls squeeze around his cock.
He lets out a deep groan as a few stray curls fall in front of his face.
His cock twitches inside of you, breathing heavily now. He can feel the way your pussy clenches for him, how your hips buckle, and how your moans that are getting messy by the minute are for him.
"Rick," you choke out in a pathetic sob, hands clenching onto him desperately. His cock fills you up completely with each thrust, getting rougher and harder.
"I know, baby, You're doing so good for me. Are you ready?" his voice is soft and you nod your head eagerly. Your body burns from how deep his cock is hitting you right now.
Your body tenses as you get closer.
Rick starts to speed up the pace of his thrusts, your mouth opening and moans and whines just falling out like it's nothing. You're squeezing so tight around Rick's cock that he groans and his breath hitches a bit.
Your fingers dig into his biceps as his hips grind into yours, skin slapping and your body going stiff as you let go. A loud, pathetic moan echoes throughout the living room as you grip onto him, but Rick doesn't stop thrusting.
He fucks you through it, making sure you feel every second of it. He hips start to slow down as you pant heavily, coming down from your high.
Rick's hips jerk forward, losing all control as he slams into his cock into your pussy. Heavy pants leaving his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, a strangled groan leaving his lips as he releases into you.
It dripples down to your thigh, leaving it wet and sticky. The two of you are sweaty, panting messes as Rick rests his forehead against yours.
"You did so good," he pants out, eyes soft and gleamy. Rick slowly pulls out, eyes gleaming down at your thigh where he can see his cum smeared on your thigh.
Rick's hand cups your cheek as he hovers above you and a warm smile tugs along his face. "I love you," he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
You smile once he his lips meet your forehead, your breathing starting to slow down.
Synopsis: Carl Grimes x fem! reader. Cuddles after a long day.
Content: SFW. fem! reader. purely just fluff. Alexandria era, pre one-eye carl.
A/n: I have come to the realization that I don't have anything written for Carl and I really love himmm (he's still alive in the show in my mind) so please enjoy!! <3 also sorry for being dead for like a few months 😭
The crickets are chirping outside as the cool wind takes over for the night. You're settling inside the living room of Rick's house in Alexandria. The air is crisp, a faint smell of cookie dough as Carol made cookies after dinner.
Carl lets out a loud yawn, leaning his head back as a movie starts playing from the dvd player, projecting on the tv.
"Did all those cookies get to you?" you ask, as he plops down on the couch, legs and feet lay across. Carl huffs.
"No," he glances out guiltily and you let out a tiny chuckle. You climb on top of Carl as the movie starts to play quietly in the background and he securely wraps his arms around you.
"Mhm, sure," your voice trails off as the two of you get comfortable.
You let out a deep, settling breath as your body melts into Carl's. You toss your leg over his, arching your body more into his.
The lights are dim and the couch is plush, your bodies sinking into it just enough. Carl's palm rubs circles into your lower back and you run your hand up his chest to his neck.
Carl's long hair tickles his neck and you rake your hand into his hair, fingers combing through gently. Carl's been protective of his hair, not really letting anyone touch it.
You're glad he lets you touch his hair, it's a win for both of you. You get to feel his soft hair and Carl gets to feel relaxed. Sometimes you'll catch him rolling his eyes into the back of his head when you scratch his scalp.
Carl gazes down at you, seeing how relaxed you are and how your eyes light up.
"You're cute," Carl comments, his eyes soft and you can feel the heat rise up in your cheeks. You smile warmly and nuzzle your head into his chest.
"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself," you mumble out and Carl squeezes you tightly. His hands gently run up and down your back, radiating warmth onto your body.
You hum happily, one arm crushed against your side and your other arm hangs over Carl's stomach, your hand grasping his side. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest and Carl wears a slight smile on his pale, freckled face.
Even though, there may be danger around every corner in this world, there is nothing more rewarding after surviving all the odds, than cuddling with the one you love at the end of the day.
Hi, hello, my name is Britt! I think it's about time I introduce myself! I've watched The Walking Dead since I was like 8 or 9, and it's my favorite series ever and a huge part of my life. I could probably recite every single line from season 2 as it's one of my fav seasons and I've rewatched it manyyy times.
I'm currently 19, about to turn 20 and I'm in college right now, so I try to write when I can <3
I also like Bleach, JJK, and other animes. I do write for Bleach and JJK on my other blog @brittscafe if you wanna check those out ;)
I also write on wattpad @rickgrimesfever. I write for different fandoms on there such as The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, etc.
My favorite character is Rick Grimes, hence my blog name! <3 So, I try to write as much as I can while also trying to write for my other blog and so I haven't been updating on here recently, but I'm getting back into it.
My requests are open, so feel free to send me any requests that you might have for the twd fandom. I try to get requests out as soon as I can, but I'm busy with life, college, and my other blog lol.
My inbox is always open and thank you for supporting me and getting to know me <3 <3
Synopsis: Daryl Dixon SFW and NSFW hcs x fem! reader.
Content: SFW and NSFW hcs. Fem! reader.
A/n: I had a lot of fun writing thisss and I realize how much longer the SFW part is than the NSFW, but I tried my best to make them equal.
SFW:
Obviously, Daryl has to trust you a lot first and probably know you for a while, before even thinking about being in a relationship with you.
Doesn't really express his feelings at all, takes him awhile to do so.
You probably gotta confess your feelings first and be super patient with Daryl.
Super protective over you and is always by your side when you're outside the walls.
He defends you 24/7, sleeping with his crossbow beside his bed.
He likes to have his arm around your waist, keeping your body close to his in case.
Daryl is afraid of losing you and that's his way of showing it, by always keeping you by his side.
Obviously, you and Dog have a good relationship and you take care of him when Daryl is gone.
PDA is a big no no, he's not comfortable with it and you're both fine with that.
Of course that doesn't mean there isn't longing gazes or flustered cheeks in public.
In private, he's different and warm and feels safe around you.
Before you really get comfortable in your relationship, you mostly have to make the first moves.
If you want to cuddle, you'll climb into Daryl's lap and he has no problem wrapping his arms around you.
The first few kisses are shy ones, you walking up to him, grabbing his face and gently pulling him towards you.
Although, Daryl is the first one to initiate a passionate kiss where your lips melt together and your grabbing at each other desperately.
He likes to grab your chin, thumb running over your jawline before you go out on a run.
His eyes are soft as they meet yours, soft quick kisses planted on your lips.
Of course, Dog sleeps in the bed with the two of you, usually cuddling with you.
Sometimes, Daryl gets this glisten of jealously in his eyes, wishing he was Dog.
If something ever happens to you, Daryl would fully lose his shit. I can imagine him throwing things around, tears in his eyes, and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Daryl is still shy with you ofc, but he'll sometime whisper how beautiful you are or how much he loves you into your ear at night.
He's not good with expressing himself, but with you, it seems a bit easier.
Ofc, you are there to hold Daryl in your arms and comfort him if needed.
When the two of you are out and dealing with walkers, you make sure to always have each other's backs.
Daryl lets you be independent and you let him be as well, but there are times when you depend on each other.
Daryl would never let someone disrespect you and immediately almost tries to start a fight every time when someone does, he usually succeeds if you don't stop him first.
When you fall asleep, Daryl usually stays up for a bit after, watching you and how your chest goes up and down with each breath.
Daryl def gets a lot more sleep with you because of how safe he feels with you.
I don't really see Daryl using petnames, but he maybe slips a honey at the end of his sentences sometimes.
He loves holding your hand and kissing it.
Motorcycle rides for life and Daryl loves it when you hold onto him tightly or rest your head on his back when riding.
NSFW:
Let's be realistic, it's going to take a while for you and Daryl to be imitate, and you're gonna wanna wait till he takes a shower in Alexandria.
Everything is tender and super slow. Honestly, probably takes a few times before Daryl is actually comfy to do anything.
You want Daryl to take his time and be comfortable as his hands run up and down the curves of your body.
You can hear his breath getting caught in his throat as his eyes rake over your figure.
Your hands are cupping his cheeks, thumb brushing over his skin to assure him that it's ok.
You both take time exploring each other's bodies for the first time and Daryl lets you be in control.
Your hot, heavy breathes are in sync the first time as you're sitting on top of him, going up and down on his cock.
Daryl is gripping onto you tightly, trying to hold himself back from letting go.
Whines and throaty grumbles escape his lips as your hands are planted on his chest, stabling you.
The first time, Daryl can't help but cum before you. The way your pussy was squeezing his dick, it felt too good.
It was embarrassed when it happened, cheeks tinted red, but you reassure him it's fine.
Your fingers run over his scars and his skin shudders from the soft, tender touch.
He doesn't mind it when you touch his scars, but you make note to not really ask or say anything about them that would make Daryl uncomfy.
Once Daryl gets comfortable, he takes taking control and boy does he love the way you act and sound.
Daryl loves it when his dick is pounding into your pussy and your moans are filling up the room.
The way your body reacts to the slightest touches and how your jaw drops open when letting out the prettiest sounds.
He doesn't talk a lot during at first, but once he's comfortable, he'll speak to you.
Daryl isn't big on degrading you (I could def see it in some situations where he's pent up) but normally, he calls you a good girl and doesn't like to degrade you because you're so precious and important to him.
Honestly, he loves it when you take control and ride him.
He likes having his hands on your waist, guiding you onto his cock and helping you.
He doesn't really ask for any sexual acts, but when he's pent up, he'll put his hand on your head, pushing you down towards his bottom half.
Daryl is very big on you feeling comfortable so as he's pushing your head down, he's cursing and asking you if it's ok, many times.
Daryl is there for you and your pleasure, so there's a lot of times where he'll just pleasure you.
When your lips are wrapped around his cock and your knees are planted into the floor, Daryl can't help it but feel so absolutely turned on.
He keeps his hand on the back of your head, trying to control himself from pushing your head.
Only if you like it will Daryl cum in your mouth, if not he won't.
He likes giving like his life depends on it. His fingers stuffed into your pussy, hearing your moany whines or his tongue focusing on your clit your hands tug on his hair.
Aftercare is super important to the two of you.
First, you'll both get cleaned up and get yourselves situated.
Daryl loves wrapping you up in his arms after it, pressing soft kisses on your forehead or cheeks.
Sometimes he'll massage your ankles after and pamper you.
You'll shower Daryl in love after, telling him what a good job he did as your fingers comb through his hair.
He smiles so big as your lips kiss his face, hands squeezing his arms assuringly.
Regardless, you make sure the both of you feel pleasure and feel good at the end of the day.
Rick Grimes was many things, the world had changed him a lot, it would change anyone. Some would say that Rick's become cold, mean, or more tense, and some it's true.
But Rick...could never be mean to you, he loves you too much.
Sure, there are moments where Rick is tense and stressed out around you, but he would never be mean to you.
Rick's eyes soften the moment he looks at you.
He loves spooning you and having you in his arms, back pressed up against his chest and his arms wrapped around your torso.
Rick loves to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck or your shoulder.
He feels so at ease and relaxed around you, no one can comfort him like you do.
When walkers are around, his eyes are always on you, watching your every move.
If you every get injured, he's right there at your side, his soft, warm hand on your cheek as he's trying to comfort you.
His kisses are soft, but deep and passionate, trying to pour all his love into you.
Rick doesn't say 'I love you' often, but he def shows it and when he does say it, it's super meaningful.
Lets out deep sighs of relaxation when you run your fingers through his curls and massage his scalp.
Rick adores it when you rub your shoulders and or just have a hand on his lower back.
Loves to hold your face in his hands and admire your face.
If Rick ever leaves on a run or a mission, he makes sure to say goodbye to
Always has his hand on your thigh or an arm wrapped around your waist.
Always backs you up when fighting walkers.
At the end of the day after a run in with walkers, he'll sit you down and check your body for bites or any walker marks.
His touches are so soft and loving.
Rick is literal so soft with you and is always super patient too.
He speaks soft and never raises his voice at you.
Loves to be super cuddly with you in anyway he can be, especially with you nuzzled into his chest.
He feels like he can protect you best that way and he thinks that it's also just super cute.
Regardless of how much Rick has lost and has gone through, he'll always be soft and kind with you.
likes to be rough with you. After all, you're his little toy, but don't worry, he would never break you. You're his favorite, of course.
Negan likes to have you on all fours, thighs trembling as he's thrusting his fat cock in and out of your abused pussy. A hand on your head, pulling your hair back and earning a loud moan out of you.
He loves to see the way your ass jiggles and how your back arches for him, especially when his cock goes deep inside of your cunt, hitting your sweet spot.
Def makes you moan as loud as possible, maybe even scream as his hips meet your ass, your pussy squeezing his cock. He'll grunt and pant heavily as he reaches his climax, his mushroom tip red and ready to release.
You're so needy for him and needy to cum, you'll do anything. Drool runs down your bottom lip as Negan's railing into you from behind, one of his hands on your waist and keeping you steady.
He can see that you're about to cum, your body wanting to give out and collapse on the bed. Negan leans down, asking you how good his cock feels, thrusting in and out of your hole.
Juices are already gushing out as your face scrunches up, wanting and needing more of him. You spread your legs wider, trying to feel his cock more as it ripples along your walls.
Negan grabs onto your head and shoves it into the pillow as he cums, groaning wildly and becoming a panting mess. Your moans are muffled and slowly turn into whines as his thrusts become sloppy, but are still hard.
You cum all over his cock, making a mess out of the bedsheets as tears run down your cheeks. He still slowly, now more softly thrusts in and out of you, shoving his cum back inside of your sore, vibrating pussy.
A gentle pat on your head before he lifts it up and pulls your face towards him, kissing your lips.
seeing your face scrunch up as he slides his dick inside of sopping, wet pussy that's aching for him. He loves hearing that gasp mixed with your moan as he bottoms out inside of you, your fingernails digging into his forearms.
Negan's eyes never leave your face as he's thrusting in and out of you; bed shaking and your loud, pornful moans filling his bedroom. He likes seeing your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your jaw dropping open as his dick continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you.
Thighs trembling as your back arches, a ring of pre-cum forming around the base of Negan's hairy cock. He lets out a tiny chuckle, seeing you crumble as you're about to cum all over his dick.
Begging and pleading with Negan to let you cum as his hands roam over your body, thumb slowly pressing down on your sensitive clit.
His heavy balls slapping against the curve of where your ass starts, speeding up his thrusts and slamming into you; your body shaking and your moans increasingly getting louder and louder, turning into whines and whimpers.
It's the moment that Negan calls you his good girl that you lose yourself.
He loves seeing that side of you, gasping and grasping at him as you squirm; gushing all over his cock. It doesn't take Negan much longer to fill your pretty pussy up with his cum, slowly oozing out and it dribbles down your ass as you're panting, trying to regain yourself.
Negan likes to leave his cock inside of you for a minute, hand cupping your cheek and thumb brushing your flesh. His dark hair hanging down on his forehead and his eyes focused on you, admiring and adoring you after he's pleasured you so well...
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ughhhh, was just thinking of my handsome husband, so here y'all gooooo! Just something short and sweet for my babygirl 😩
Synopsis: You wake up before your boyfriend and have a minute to admire just how handsome he really is. Set in early Alexandria.
The rays of the warm sun peek in through the silky curtains covering the window. The rays land across your face and your eyelids slowly open.
You inhale sharply, feeling relaxed for the first times in day. You glance around the bedroom, still trying to get use to your new home.
This big house all to you, Rick, Judith, and Carl. You have to learn how to live again...
You glance over at the sleeping body beside you. Rick is still asleep on his side, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist while his other arm is over his head.
His bare chest is poking out from the sheets covering the rest of his body as he's sprawled out on the bed.
Your eyes rake over his clean shaven face and his sharp jawline. The way his curly locks hang over his forehead and his pink lips are slightly parted open, soft breaths leaving.
You carefully reach your hand out and rake your fingers through his soft, clean hair. You smile at how easy your fingers glide through his locks, tucking them behind his ear.
Your heart skips a beat as you stare at Rick. Oh, how you loved him.
You loved him when he had black eyes, bruised ribs, when his face was beaten beyond recognition. You loved him when people were afraid of him and how he was acting when all he was trying to do was protect his family.
You loved him when he was protecting you from any threat or walker. You loved him when he was staring at you with those beautiful blue eyes, declaring how much he loves you and how he will always protect you.
Rick stirs in his sleep, inching closer to you and tightening his arm around your waist. You gently place your hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing his skin ever so carefully.
He's so handsome and angelic. God, did you love Rick Grimes.
Synopsis: In which you force your grumpy boyfriend to take a nap in your arms. Rick Grimes x fem! reader.
The dark bags underneath Rick's eyes are more prominent than usual and his blue eyes are heavy and exhausted. His curly locks are messy and hanging over his eyes.
He's standing out on the porch, freshly shaven face after just arriving in Alexandria. Although, the tiny pricks of his beard have started to grow back.
You stand up from the couch where you had been admiring him for an hour and walk out onto the porch.
"You know, we're safe here, right? It's been a few days," you point out, standing by his side.
"Yeah," Rick nods his head, not even bothering to tear his gaze away from the dark street. You let out a heavy sigh and nudge his shoulder slightly.
"Rick, we're safe here. There's guards along the walls. You need some sleep," you point out and his tired eyes finally shift down to yours.
"No, I'm good," Rick assures you with a stern voice. You press your lips together and cock your head.
Rick always get a grumpy attitude when he hasn't gotten much sleep and it's very obvious to the entire group, especially you.
"And that is exactly why you need sleep, grumpy," you point out and his eyes slightly widen.
"I am not grumpy, y/n," Rick dares to crack a tiny smile at your teasing.
"Hey...come here," you grab onto his hand, squeezing it. Rick lifts his head up and follows you inside the house. The lighting inside the living room is dim, candles sitting on the coffee table.
The tiny flames quiver as Rick and you walk past them, sinking into the couch. You watch the knot in between his eyebrows disappear and the heavy weight pressing down on his chest, lift and disappear.
"You know I can see right through you, right?" you ask, grabbing onto Rick's shirt and pulling him down as you lay down on the couch.
Rick obeys and lays beside you, an arm thrown over your stomach. His eyes glisten in the candlelight and his nose twitches.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he grumbles out as your hand flatten against his back, gently rubbing up and down. Rick's arms circle around your waist, pulling you closer and letting his head fall on your chest.
"Yeah, sure," you reply dryly, reaching a hand up and combing your fingers through his curly hair. Rick's eyelids become heavier than ever and his heartbeat is slow and steady.
He feels so safe and warm in your arms, legs sprawled out on the tiny couch. His eyelids slowly flutter close and a smile tugs on your face.
Your skin flushes as Rick slowly fades off into a sleep. His pinks lips are slightly parted open, soft breaths inhaling and exhaling. Your hand gently rubs his lower back as your other hand reaches down and your knuckles run across Rick's cheek.
It's certainly not an easy task for Rick to allow himself be vulnerable and let his walls down. But every minute he spends with you, feeling comfortable and safe is worth it...
