maeve

she/him, 20’s ꒰ ·⠀·⠀ ❥ daryl dixon’s wife

[sweetestorange]

꒰ MAEVE- she/him. twenties. theater major. musician. angel. enfp. july leo. i love older men, the walking dead, coffee and validation.

꒰ ·⠀·⠀ ❥ links: j.ai ❥ masterlist and more to come..

꒰ cw: i indulge in dark and sexual themes and am a dead dove enjoyer.. however still very tame bc im shy… i currently don’t write anything besides blurbs or head cannons but if i did write more it would be in the darker side of things and pretty nasty! my reposts consist of things like that too. if this isn’t your cup of tea or if your a minor please don’t interact and take care of yourself. if you like that kinda stuff feel free to follow and or send requests, i’d love to hear from you!

[vampireshd]

Fuckfuckfuckcfuucjjccjjcjjkkk

[smuttfuelled]

You guys don’t understand what this video just did to me at 5am.

He’s so boyfriend

[uglylittlelamb]

religious trauma reader + white trash daryl = losing your virginity in the nastiest, southern sex ed lesson…

[heathermason6060]

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader Smut: Whatever You Like Ch. 3

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, road head, car sex, talk about rough sex, then rough sex, kinda crazy rough sex tbh, Daryl trying (and succeeding) at dirty talk, degradation, choking, biting, overstimulation

Summary: You give Daryl his first blowjob while he drives, and then take things a little further. And even further, when you ask him to be a little rough with you one night in his tent.

Notes: I love the magical world of fanfiction where my reader never gets pregnant and also STD's don't exist and we can all have sex with Dirty Daryl with no repercussions. ALSO sub!Daryl next chapter HOOOLY

A lot of drama prevented you from getting laid again for a while. That Rick guy arriving, Amy dying, yadda yadda. It led to a lot of driving and a lot of boredom.

 You were going to your new temporary home, a farm where Carl was healing at after being fucking shot. For most of the ride you sat in the RV with Shane and the Grimes family. Until eventually, the boredom got too much and you joined Daryl at the rear of the line of vehicles. 

You'd never admit it to him, but you'd missed him. Being near him again, even if it was in the passenger seat of his truck, made you feel a lot better. It also made you unbelievably horny. 

Maybe you could do something about it. No one was close enough to see. The dirt road was long and the car ahead was throwing up a thick cloud of dirt from its tires. 

You glanced over at him. He had a cigarette pinched between his lips and he squinted against the smoke. He gripped the wheel with one scarred hand, the other tapping restlessly against his thigh to the quiet music playing from the stereo. He turned the music up a little before finishing the last drag and flicking it out the window. 

You glanced down to his lap. The worn fabric of his jeans strained just a hint, enough to spark that bold itch you'd been scratching since that first night in his tent. 

“Eyes on the road.” You murmured, your voice low as your hand moved into his lap, your fingers brushing against the seam on the inside of his thigh. 

He sucked in a breath sharp through his teeth, his eyes darting from the rearview mirror to you. “The fuck you doin’? We ain't- shit.” 

His free hand clamped your wrist, but he didn't pull or push you away, he just held you, his fingertips rough against your pulse. 

You leaned in, slowly unbuckling yourself. “Deals a deal. We agreed we could try anything. I wanna try this.” You popped open his buckle and unbuttoned his jeans. 

He was already hard from your few seconds of attention, his length hot and thick, throbbing in your hand after you freed him. His breath hitched in his throat before he growled. “Yer’ fuckin’ crazy, woman.”

“Keep driving.” You leaned over and took him in your mouth, your lips sealing around the tip, your tongue flicking across the precum smeared tip. 

“Goddamnit.” He cursed low, his head thunking against the head rest behind him. His foot stayed steady on the gas somehow, only jolting when you swirled your tongue around the tip.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked slow on the head before sliding down deeper, pulling a ragged groan from his chest. His hand flew to your hair and grabbed a white-knuckled fistful of it. “Slow. Gonna make me flip this fuckin’ truck.” His hips twitched up, chasing the heat of your mouth. 

You hummed around him, taking him in deeper, drawing a hiss through his gritted teeth. 

He was unraveling fast; shallow breaths heaving in his chest, the truck's speed ticking up a notch before he cursed and eased off. 

You pulled off of him with a sharp pop and sat upright. He looked at you like you'd just kicked a puppy, brows knitted together, jaw dropped as his dick twitched against his shirt. The truck swerved slightly as his foot faltered on the pedal. 

“Wh-” he didn't have time to finish the word before you were unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down a few inches. You threw a leg over his lap in the tight cab and climbed in his lap, taking a moment to get comfortable against him, your back pressed flush against his chest. 

You felt his warm body beneath and behind you. He was tense all over. 

You only noticed then that the dusty road in front of you was almost empty. He'd been driving behind them so slowly that you couldn't even see them anymore, the dust too thick, them too far ahead. 

“Wait- fuck, gonna crash this damn thing.” He growled, his eyes darting between you in his lap and the road ahead. 

You didn't wait, though. You braced one hand against the dash and leaned up, reaching through your thighs to guide him inside you. You sank down slow and deliberate, savoring the way he gasped and sped back up. 

Inch by inch, you tortured the man until you bottomed out, your ass sinking into his lap. You let out a long moan of satisfaction. There in his truck you didn't need to be quiet. You could be as loud and carefree as you wanted, you could make all the sounds you knew he got off on hearing. 

The second you clenched around him and ground your hips you felt the switch. His stunned worry shattered like glass, replaced by feral hunger. 

“Goddamn- fuckin’ take it then.” He snarled, his accent thick as he gripped your hip with one hand and the wheel with the other. “Greedy bitch.”

You pushed on your feet and held yourself up above him while he bucked up; once, harsh and quick, then again, setting a brutal rhythm from below, the truck jolting forward with each snap of his hips pressing the gas a little more. You ground down to meet him, holding yourself up until your arms shook and you had to let yourself sink back down into his lap. 

“Hold ‘er for me.” He huffed and let go of the wheel to grab your waist. He lifted you a few inches and pounded up into you, holding you up by your hips like you weighed nothing. You bit down against the leather wheel and moaned, the sound choppy from the force of his thrusts. 

His cock dragged deep on every drop, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur and your fingers squeeze the steering wheel. He dropped you back down and your back fell against his with a soft thud. 

Sweat slicked your skin from your back pressed against his chest, your bodies warm and damp through shirts, his heartbeat thrumming against your spine. 

A hand roamed up your side, his movements smooth and confident, like it was his own body he was touching and not someone else's. He slid up to your breast, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, the other slipping between your thighs to rub at your clit with relentless circles, his hips lazily grinding up against you.

You moaned as his fingers rubbed quicker and firmer. You arched your back, letting your head fall back against the headrest for a few seconds before you forced yourself to look at the road again. “Mmm-oh fuck.”

“Yeah, ‘ats it. Keep that purty mouth open. Let me hear it all.” 

His head tipped back as you rolled your hips down on him, and he allowed himself to close his eyes for a few seconds as you steered. 

“Daryl.” You panted, clenching around him as his fingers stalled on your clit. “Don't stop, please don't stop, I-” you choked on your words as his fingers picked back up and brought out your orgasm. 

The feeling of you clenching around him was it for him. He growled and wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling your body back with him as he leaned back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He tightened his grip and began pounding up into you again as his orgasm approached. 

“I can't-” you cried, your hands shaking loosely on the wheel. “Daryl I can't-” 

“Let go, I got it. That's it.” He breathed against your skin, his eyes narrowed on the road ahead, his knee replacing your hold on the steering wheel. He held it straight with both knees as you grabbed onto his arm and bucked against his fingers. 

“Daryl, oh my fucking god!” You whimpered, your head thumping back beside his against the headrest. 

“Goddamn.” He panted, bucking up as he spilled inside you. He bit down against the back of your neck and groaned, loud and unfiltered, his hips rocking without rhythm under you. He finished with a long and gutteral “Fuck.” 

The truck swerved again and he laughed, raw and choked as he straightened it back out. “Look.” He grunted, his left hand slipping up to grip the wheel. You followed his finger and saw the blue sedan ahead of you slowly coming back into view. “There they are.” 

You nodded and swallowed hard, still trying to blink away the blur in your eyes. “Thought we lost them.” You breathed. 

“Next time,” he muttered as he gave one last weak roll of his hips, making sure every last drop of him was in you, “M’stoppin’ the truck. Gonna make ya’ forget yer name.” 

That night you met him by the far end or the fence around the Greenes farm property. Everyone was getting settled again, and you had a moment to breathe and speak. 

“Aint there anythin' ya wanted to try?” Daryl muttered around his cigarette, watching the fireflies light up the quiet field. You looked away from the field to watch him instead.

“Like what?”

He shrugged, his eyes darting down to look at you for a second before they flew back to the cow field. “Dunno. First night ya said we could try stuff we always wanted ta’. S’there anythin'?”

“Well…” you trailed off. You were worried asking him to indulge you in your interests would throw him off, given he'd been relatively tame so far.

“I like it a little rough, sometimes.” 

Not just ‘a little’. Far from it. 

“That it?” His chuckle caught you off guard, and so did his further teasing. “What, wan' me to pull your hair?”

“Yeah, basically… Hair pulling, biting, yeah. But, you know, maybe some, uh… choking, spitting, slapping,” you mumbled, not noticing the way his eyes widened, “Maybe some degrading. I've always wanted to try being tied up. Like, completely immobile.”

“Choking?” He repeated, unsure if he heard you correctly. “And slapping? Ya wan’ someone to hit ya’?” The way he fully enunciated the words made your stomach flip.

“I wanna see how it feels. Saw it in porn a few times and it always looked hot.” You shrugged and turned to face him. “We don't have to if you don't wanna. Just listing things I've thought about-”

“Nah, said I'd be down for anythin'. I meant it.” He cut you off after taking a deep drag from his cigarette. “Jus' don't go cryin, or some shit- after I do it.”

“Uh…” You laughed awkwardly. You rocked on the balls of your feet. “I mean. Crying is pretty hot. Right?” 

Daryl stared at you for a few silent seconds. 

You groaned internally and looked away. “Oooookay.”

“It can be. Dunno.” He simply shrugged and looked away. He took a quick puff and muttered again. “Maybe.” 

You had a feeling Daryl would be great at rough sex, but you had no idea how great. After he got used to it he began thoroughly enjoying his new role. If it was anyone else it would've been too much, but it was you, and you loved it. 

So, in turn, he loved it.

A few nights later he'd come home from looking for Sophia. You'd made a comment along the lines of ‘if im too distracting we can put this on pause until you find her’, and you'd never seen the man shake his head so fast. 

“S’fine.” He muttered, following you into his tent after double checking no one had seen you slip in. It was late, everyone was already getting in their tents. His little camp was so far away from the rest of the camp that he doubted they'd be able to make you out even if they were looking. 

“Ya'aint a distraction.” He zipped up the flap behind him and turned to face you. His eyes widened when he saw you were taking your shirt off. “Huh. Shit.”

You grinned and laid back against his pile of blankets and pillows. They still smelled like the house's closet, stale but clean. 

“You were saying?” You teased, tapping the side of your foot against his knee. 

“What?” He furrowed his brows and looked back up to your face.

You giggled and shook your head. “Nevermind. Come here.” You reached your arms out and he crawled forward, not needing to be told twice. 

“So, uh, tell me again what ya’ wanted?” Daryl grunted as he tugged your shorts down your thighs. It was always so endearing the way he needed to clarify your desires to a T, worried about saying or doing the wrong thing. He was still so nervous. 

You lifted your hips to help him take them off, and watched with baited breath as he spread your legs to kneel between them. “I don't want you to be gentle.” You exhaled, biting your lip as he slid a calloused hand up the inside of your thigh. His fingers were clean from washing them inside, he'd even scraped the dirt and blood out from under them. 

“Christ.” He muttered under his breath as he slid his thumb through your folds and felt how wet you were. He rubbed it around your clit a few times before pushing a finger inside you. You gripped the blanket beneath you with both hands and shifted your hips. 

He tested the waters with a swift curl, more force behind it than the night in your tent. Once he saw your eyes roll back he set a quick pace, curling and twisting his finger in ways he couldn't believe felt good to you, unaware that your walls were far less sensitive to pain than his dick. 

He leaned up, pressing the heel of his palm onto your mound, applying pressure to keep your hips still as he worked your insides with that single beautiful finger. 

“Tah-” you gasped, pushing down into his hand, “-talk t’me, please.”

His movements became less precise as he fought to think of something to say. 

He'd only heard men talking dirty in porn, and you'd already told him that porn talk wasn't all that hot, “take it, yeah, take my big fat cock/who owns this pussy” for example. 

“Wha’ do I say?” He whispered. 

“Tell me what you're gonna do to me, what you wanna do to me.” You tried to sound reassuring despite the slowing finger in your pussy. 

He grunted, his brows still furrowed. He looked frantically around the tent as he thought. “Gonna- uh… fuck ya’ real hard, like ya’ asked.” He paused, looking down at you for approval with a red neck. “That… that what ya' need?” 

“Mhm.” You nodded quickly. “I need it so bad.”

He nodded once, looking down at your pelvis. He curled his finger again and swiped his thumb over your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. You rolled your hips, trying to urge him to continue, and took a deep breath. 

“Look so fuckin' good under me like this.” He breathed. His fingers returned to their original pace, and he had you moaning and panting again in seconds. 

“This… pussy-” he whispered the second word, blushing at the way it sounded, “-s’grippin’ me so tight. Like it doesn't wanna let me go. Shit- makes me wanna… pin ya down and hold ya there. Like a… a buck I need to finish off.”

You gasped. If you weren't so horny you might've giggled, but the tone of his voice and the way he was curling his finger inside you had you clenching around it. 

He gave something else a try, remembering you'd specifically mentioned the word ‘degrading’. “Look so good. Right where a dumb bitch like ya’ s’posed ta’ be.” He put emphasis on the curse in a way that sounded almost venomous.

Hearing the words ‘dumb bitch’ come from Daryl Dixon while he had his finger inside you broke the little self respect you had. 

“Mmm, please.” You moaned, clutching at his other bicep, too far gone. “Need it now, please.”

He was easily falling into the role you asked of him from seeing you like that. You were embarrassingly needy after just two minutes of his finger. His fucking finger did this to you. It was an insane boost to his ego and confidence.

“An’ what if I dun’ give it to ya, huh?” Even he was surprised at the words coming from his mouth. “What then? Y’gonna cry? Pretty girl gonna cry? Beg?” He sneered, working his fingers faster. 

Your head spun. All you could do was nod dumbly, your jaw hanging open and your face twisting in pleasure as he fondled your insides. 

“Speak. Lemme hear it. If you wan’ it so bad, then work for it.” 

“Please Daryl! Ooh, pleeeease,” you moaned, “please put it in please, want it so fucking bad.” You sucked in a breath. “I need you, please, I need you to fuck me. Please please please please-”

If anyone other than Daryl heard you mewling like that, they'd instantly think you were the most pathetic whore on earth. The shameless way you were moaning like you were getting paid for it would legitimately send them into a state of shock. 

Daryl ate that shit right up though. He'd never heard anything like that. And definitely never directed at him.

He was ripping his dick out of his jeans before you could say another word, barely giving himself a few quick strokes before lining up to your entrance.

You panted in relief and wiggled your hips against his tip impatiently. You were truly unprepared for how much you'd like this type of sex. It had started as a curiosity, and now here you were, falling apart for him. 

“Quit yer damn squirmin’.” He grunted and placed his heavy hands on your hips, holding you in place against the blanket beneath you. 

A surge of pleasure rocked your core, letting you know that you also did enjoy being immobile.

“Hnnn, god.” You whined. You were fully prepared to start begging again before he started pushing in, finally alleviating your burning ache, replacing it with a much better burning stretch.

“Thaaat's it.” He drawled after sinking into you fully. Your walls were just as greedy as you, pulling him in deeper and squeezing him when he pulled back out. He let out a strained grunt at the feeling, suddenly grateful that he'd jerked off before meeting you outside. 

“Lemme hear it all. Lemme hear ya’.” He pushed in again, his tip bumping against that spot deep within you and making a moan burst from your lips. He lowered his upper half to rest on his elbows, his pelvis rolling forward in steady movements. 

“Feels so good Daryl.” You clenched around him, earning a growl against your ear in return. “Never felt like this before.”

“Hm.” He grunted. “Whaddya want, huh? Tell me.”

Your head fell back against the blanket again after he gave a swift thrust. “Oh, god, I don't- choke me, please.”

He'd been waiting for that. 

Propping himself up on his left elbow, he placed his right hand over your throat. He applied the smallest amount of pressure, just enough to feel your pulse throbbing under his fingertips. Your poor heart was racing. He unintentionally tilted his head as he looked down at you. 

“Harder, please.” The request was so quiet that he barely heard it. You covered his hand with your own and squeezed, desperately trying to get him to oblige you. 

There was slight hesitation, and only for a second, and then he gave in. He flexed his fingers and squeezed, waiting a few beats to hear your whimpers increase, and then he really squeezed. 

You saw stars. His dick was rapidly approaching a brutal pace inside you, his pelvis slapping obscenely against your ass, filling the tent with sounds of sweaty skin on skin that made you blush. He was choking in that specific way that hugged the sides of your throat and cut off blood to your head. 

You were impressed. You'd half expected him to strangle you the way you knew he'd done in fights countless times before and make you pass out. 

He dipped down to kiss your open lips, and growled when you eagerly kissed back. He pushed his tongue past your teeth and swirled it around your own, overcome by the need to taste every inch of you. 

You moaned something in his mouth, and he had to pull back to understand. 

“Bite-” you huffed, “me.”

The way he was so eager to please you was a turn on all on its own. He immediately fulfilled your request, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and biting down. 

You sucked in a gasp through your nose, wrapping your fingers in his hair and tugging as another wave of pleasure ebbed through you. 

He nearly got carried away. He bit your skin behind your jaw, your neck, anywhere he could reach, failing to notice how hard he'd begin choking you. 

The pressure in your face and head combined with his jerky thrusts was more than you could handle, and when he shifted his hips closer to yours and ground against your clit, you came.

“Fuck!” You gasped, clutching onto his hair for dear life. 

Despite knowing what it felt like to have you cum around his dick, it still shook him to feel it again for the third time. His eyes clenched tightly shut and he rammed into you, over and over until his body trembled and his jaw ached from how hard he'd been biting the dip in your neck. 

Each time Daryl made you come was better than the last. 

This time it was crippling. You spasmed around the dick he had stuffed inside you, crying out with a long whine. 

His grip on your throat tightened as he spilled himself down inside you, cutting your sounds of ecstasy short. His thrusts slowed, but they didn't stop, not until you were a babbling mess of overstimulated nerves and cum. 

“Too much, s’too much, stop.” 

“Shut up.” He growled with a quick thrust, one that had the opposite effect. “Quit bein' a baby.” 

Your hips jerked against his touch, rough fingers on your clit, rubbing mercilessly, too much, too sharp, but his body pinned yours to the blanket. 

“Take it- fuckin’ take it.” He growled against your ear, his other hand sliding down to pinch and pull at your nipples. He thrusted again, harder, jerking your body against the blanket. “S’what ya’ wanted, right? S'what ya’ asked for. Gonna make ya’ cry for me, that's right. C'mon girl. C'mon.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as he continued his ruthless assault, fingers rubbing your burning clit, your aching nipples, his teeth nipped and bit at your neck and shoulders, his cock dragged in and out of your fluttering walls. 

“G’na fill this pussy.” He muttered, his hot breath fanning your red neck. “Oh, yeah. That's it. Take it. Take it all. Take this dick.”

You crumpled under him. 

Where'd he learn that? Porn? Or did he make it up on the spot?

Half porn, half imagination. Daryl was a lot smarter than he let on. He was a quick learner, too. 

He snapped his hips forward, fucking you into the blanket with a hand over your mouth as your nosies grew louder. His other hand brought another orgasm out of you, and you came around him, clawing and keening into his palm as he fucked you through it. 

Daryl groaned against your neck, his thrusts speeding up and growing sloppy as he chased his own pleasure. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of the shampoo Beth had given you. You smelled so pretty, so soft, so feminine. It was such a contrast to his dirty manly musk. He groaned again and came inside you, coating your walls with his second load, his pace relentless even through his climax. 

You were trying to catch your breath when he started moving his hips again.

“Oh-” you choked, pushing at him, “no- Daryl, I can't-”

“Shh.” He rolled his hips again, lazy but deep. “S’all right. Just lay there.”

Only after driving home his point of being able to do whatever he wanted with you did he show mercy. His torturous thrusts ceased, and he spent a few motionless seconds inside you before pulling out. 

You let out a trembling exhale of relief. The empty feeling he left you with was disappointing, even though you realistically knew you'd start sobbing if he put it back in. 

“You okay?”

You forced your eyes open, trying to find him in your bleary fog. He looked so jarringly different, his eyes soft, full of concern and worry, his facial features much more bright. 

You swallowed dryly and nodded. You reached up to push your sweaty hair away from your face. “Was so good. You're amazing.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, dropping his head in relief. “Good. Y’liked it? Not too much?”

“Oh, god yes. I loved it. It wasn't too much at all. Was perfect. So fucking hot.”

He inhaled deeply and nodded, his head still hanging as he caught his breath. 

“Did you like it?” 

“Hell yeah. S’fuckin awesome. Sexiest thing I've ever seen.” 

[sweetestorange]

biblically accurate early seasons daryl, like i’m talking this is so 2000’s norman that it’s practically mac… im so in love

[hourlynorm]

[reedusdaily]

[reedusdaily]

[sweetestorange]

nothing more beautiful than an older man, finding one is like finding a unicorn it’s so special

[hourlynorm]

[sweetestorange]

he’s so cute, mischievous little fella

[uglylittlelamb]

dirty rough sex w/daryl after hunting i lost the ask i’m so sorry this isn’t proof read kinda just drabble ily tho whoever asked for it

you butt heads, both stubborn, sharp tongued and ruthless. hunting for days on end, god, it’s tiring. you’re both gross, covered in dirt, blood and sweat.

“wouldn’a been so long if you’d just stuck to the trail—“ you spat, slapping your hat onto the table.

“don’t you fuckin’ blame me,” daryl’s quick to bite back. “ain’t my fault you damn near got yourself killed an’ threw us off course.”

you scoff, “oh, this is not my fault, you prick.”

arguing tended to go from verbal to physical. just… not in the way you’d assume with two people like this. both hardened, both brute, tough.

you’re shoving your finger in his chest, barking about how he was getting sloppy. daryl was seconds away from shoving you onto the wood floor.

“coulda done more by myself, yunno that?” he was practically daring you to take it further.

you get quiet, jaw clenched. daryl can tell where this is going. you see it in his eyes.

“fuck you,” you growl.

“really?”

“yeah.”

“kay.”

that’s how you end up against the kitchen counter, pants shoved halfway down, daryl’s lips on your neck. he’s grabbing at your hips, snarling in your ear, grinding his arousal up against you guiltlessly.

“that what you want, huh?” he grunts, unbuckling his belt with one hand. “to get fucked? that what’ll make you behave?”

“nothin’ll get me to behave, an’ you know it,” you snicker.

you don’t get far before daryl’s flipping you onto your stomach, pressing down on the small of your back, bending you in half like a doll.

“shut the fuck up, goddamnit,” he barks. “you never shut up.”

“please, don’ act like you don’t love it.”

he’s sliding his cock along your cunt, getting it wet before shoving himself inside you without warning. you suck in through your teeth, feeling that stretch, but don’t dare whimper. don’t dare admit to the slight sting.

“aha,” daryl growls, grinning wickedly as he bottoms out. “feel ya tensin’ up. don’t fuckin’ move.”

“go to hell—“

he smacks your ass. you gasp, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from whining.

his thrusts are brutal, no mercy. he gets you moaning in no time, his rhythm purely for his benefit.

“now you’re all quiet, ah?” he taunts you. “can’t talk much with my dick inside ya. pathetic.”

“fuck… you, dixon,” you snarl, your back arching traitorously.

“ain’t i doin’ that? what, not enough?” he mutters in your ear, groping your ass before spanking it again.

he pounds you into the counter, dragging you up by your hair and grunting like an animal as he drives himself closer to the edge.

“should i cum in you?” he sneers, breathless. “i could… could fuckin’ make you regret ever bitchin’ at me. could make you real quiet, all full and stupid.”

“fuckin’ hate you,” you croak, voice hoarse. “shut the fuck up.”

[sweetestorange]

yesyesyeyesyes more aggressive daryl omg

[uglylittlelamb]

Daryl Dixon being an absolute sucker for you, rutting against you and begging for you to touch him (good lord I love him)

unnnnhhhhh so hot plsss yes!!!!

like okay he’s a weeny canonically ok? he cannot do sex. he’d cum on your thighs from rubbing on em for like maybe 60 seconds. poor thing ):

he’d never ask for it either, too embarrassed to ask for such a thing. he’d be content with you stroking him, or god, even just letting a finger glide along his shaft would be enough.

once he realizes that you’re down, he’s a mess!! sweet angel is just aching like a little virgin. lord knows he is thinking about you 24/7. nobody touches him like you do, nobody talks to him like you do.

“don’t be needy,” you’d murmur, stopping him from grabbing at you. “stay still, or i stop.”

the most obedient puppy ever, he would. you’ve got him trained well, following you wherever you go, eager to please.

yunno that fish thing is the realest part of that stupid leah arc. he totally would bring you gifts like some stray cat. look at this roadkill i got for you babe. yeah.

let him fuck you for the first time, he’s cooked. full on whimpering cause he can’t help it. don’t let him in raw, cause he’s seconds away from cumming at all times.

“stop,” you’d demand.

poor guy whines, grabbing at the sheets pathetically, legs shaking. “ah, come on, fuck, jus’ lemme—“

“you can wait.”

“please, mama, i—“

“wait for me.”

he’d never disappoint you, though. he’d run into oncoming traffic if you asked him to. edging is nothing. even though it kills him.

“don’ deserve you,” he’ll whisper as he cums, sweat dripping from his forehead. “yer perfect. nothin’ like ya… swear t’god, fuck…”

[uglylittlelamb]

Hmmm for a request, can you write a sub Daryl Dixon where you guys had a long stressful day on a run, he's exhausted but wants to make you feel good. Can be any season really <3

yk he’s a wreck. supplies are scarce, people are hungry. he needs a win, damnit.

when he gets home, it’s immediate. grabbing your collar, pushing you against the wall. now that he’s comfortable, he finds it hard to ask, to be slow.

“need you,” he growls against your lips. “now.”

you’re quick to oblige, of course.

once he’s made his desires clear, that hard act melts almost instantly. you’re on your back, and the man is feasting. he aches, cock throbbing, but the noises you make, the way you push him down harder on your cunt—he’s in heaven.

messy, wet, sloppy—daryl loves eating you. like a man starved, like tearing into a carcass and sucking on the blood, he laps at your slick like he needs it to live.

“ain’t gotta be gentle with it,” he mumbles against your mound. “c’mon.”

so you lose it, tugging firmly on his greasy hair, guiding him exactly where you want him. he whines, he fucking whines when you pull hard enough. but his body is sore, his jaw is getting achey, and he knows he’s spent.

“why’re you—come on, daryl,” you groan, grinding up against his tongue. “don’t stop.”

“tryin’,” daryl whimpers, fuck, you didn’t think it was possible for him to do that. “don’ rush me.”

that’s when the idea strikes. you sigh, sensing his exhaustion. you pull him off of you and shove him onto his back.

“not rushing,” you insist. “compromising.”

and you sit on his face. this way, he doesn’t have to work as hard, just laying back and letting you grind on his mouth. daryl finds himself leaking against his stomach at this, hands groping your hips, grounding himself.

“fuck, yes,” you hiss, the feeling ethereal.

at some point, his hands fall, and his body is numb. he needs you so bad, but hell, he can’t bring himself to move. he lets you ride his face until you’re bored of it.

he’s half awake by the time you’re cumming, but his dreams are most certainly filled with the weight of your ass on his face.

[sweetestorange]

hi guys… i’m back

[svicklidoodle]

Crossbow up, shirt’s off…priorities🎀

PS: originally he had no pants, but I had to give him something…otherwise I’d lose my mind (⁄ฅ⁄⁄ฅ⁄⁄)

[sweetestorange]

TAKE OFF HIS PANTS PLEASE

[serenelotus]

daryl dixon has that kicked-puppy, pathetic loser type of vibe. i fw him a LOT.

[toxaemiia]

I was his hand btw