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Daryl leaving the group in season three is actually really fucking funny because it was made into this big deal and dramatic separation and everyone was bitter and sad and then he’s back like. Two seconds later. All it took was spending five minutes with his brother before he was reminded he actually hates the guy’s guts and wants to be with his family lmfao
𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
pairing: rick grimes x reader
summary: you go missing during a walker attack and you don't return until a few hours later, and a confrontation and confession later, you realise how much rick worries about you.
warnings: swearing, gore, violence, angst, yelling, descriptions of injury & blood and weapons use.
word count: 2.3 k
a/n: apart of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it
𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.
Was the only thing running through Rick Grimes’ mind in that moment. You, Rick and Carl entered the prison together after being on a run but the two of you seemed to have accidentally split up with him because of the sudden herd of walkers in the courtyard of the prison.
Kill after kill, he roamed his eyes around the courtyard, noticing Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn fighting off walkers, but you and Carl no where in eyesight.
Rick’s heart pounded as he swung his machete, taking down walker after walker that threatened him or his home. He couldn't see anything through the chaos, and he took down the last walker that blocked his eyesight of a few feet away from him.
And then he saw you.
You were killing any walker and that came close to you and Rick let out a sigh of relief once he saw you, still alive and fighting. But then dread washed over him when a saw a walker sluggishly walking towards you from behind, wanting to take it's bite.
And you didn’t even know.
He started to run towards you before quickly grabbing his Colt from his holder and shut the walker that was behind you. When you felt a bullet whizzing behind your head, you turned your head quickly, seeing the walker limp on the floor.
You turned your head back around, eyes furrowed until your eyes landed on Rick, a few feet away from you. It was like electricity crackling as both of you made eye contact.
“Thanks.” You called out, your lips lifting up in gratitude.
“Anytime.” He smiled back until his eyes drifted towards the opposite side of the courtyard, noticing the larger herd of walkers about to break in.
His face paled and he called out Glenn and Tyreese’s name who noticed the larger herd on the other side and started to run towards it.
He then called your name while killing some walkers, telling you to join them on the side of the courtyard, and that he will hold it off here.
You started to jog towards Glenn and Tyreese on the other side of the courtyard, when he suddenly shouted your name.
You turn your head, jogging backwards as he called your name. His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you, despite the situation at hand. “Be careful.”
“You too, Rick.” You winked at him before running towards Glenn and Tyreese, Rick’s eyes following you.
Rick wanted to keep his eyes on you, make sure you were okay, but the onslaught demanded his full attention.
When the last walker fell, for what felt like hours later, it was sunset and Rick thought he would pass out from his sweat.
He hadn't seen you since he told you to join Glenn and Tyreese on the opposite side of the courtyard because of the coming herd.
Rick walked forward, the axe falling from his hand in exhaustion and he turned the corner, seeing everyone standing their safely, no bite or scratch on them.
He didn't notice the look of panic of their faces when he turned the corner.
Rick wiped the sweat and blood from his eyebrow, scanning over everyone until his eyes stopped on Carl.
Carl.
He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his son. He was fearing for the worst when he didn't see his son in that time period and he currently felt a bit of worry releasing from him, his shoulders slightly slumping in relief.
He drifted his eyes away from his son, his hand rubbing his stubble, mind blaring for a new plan. His eyes carried on roaming over everyone until he noticed something was off. Someone was missing.
You.
His jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, as he roamed his eyes over everyone again, to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating and you were actually there.
You weren't.
Rick felt his chest burning and he suddenly found it quite hard to breathe. His breath quickened, becoming shallow and uneven.
The world around him seemed to blur all around him, and all he could hear was the thunder of his own pulse.
Rick stumbled backwards and his eyes immediately snapped towards Tyreese and Glenn, who slightly hid behind his girlfriend in panic.
“Where is she?”
No one had to guess who he was talking about.
“Glenn.” Glenn cowered behind his girlfriend even more. “Where is she?”
Rick’s voice was low and dangerous, as if he would kill someone if he didn’t get an answer.
Glenn swallowed and slightly stepped out of his girlfriend’s shadow. “S—So, um, we were fighting off walkers and she kept on s—saying that—”
“Glenn. Where is she?”
Glenn cleared his throat and looked towards the ground in shame. “I don't know.”
The silence that followed made Rick's blood run cold.
You hadn’t meant to get separated from the others, but the walkers had pushed you further and further from the prison yard.
The fence had been compromised in one section, forcing you to retreat into the woods. Your breath came in sharp gasps as you ran, the sounds of pursuit close behind.
A fallen tree provided your salvation—you scrambled up its tilted trunk, using the height advantage to dispatch the walkers below.
But you couldn’t go back the way you came—too many of them still blocked the path.
“Shit.” You muttered, looking up at the darkening sky. The last traces of sunlight bled through the treetops, casting the forest in a blue hue.
You leaned back against the rough bark of the branch, the scratch of it biting through your jacket as you closed your eyes for a brief, stolen second.
The moans of walkers echoed below—low, guttural, and hungry, a chilling chorus that crawled up your spine.
Your chest rose and fell, breath tight and controlled, but your heart thudded hard against your ribs.
You could hear the crunch of decayed leaves, the snap of twigs as the dead shambled beneath your perch. Too many. And too close.
The wind shifted, carrying the foul stench of rot, and your stomach twisted. One wrong move and they’d know—every sunken eye, every broken jaw would turn up toward you, and then it’d be a matter of minutes until your death.
A sigh slipped through your lips, and despite everything—the danger, the exhaustion—your mind wandered. To Rick.
You could already picture that scowl of his, the hard set of his jaw if he saw you up here, cornered and reckless.
He always got so worked up when you did something ‘stupid’—whether it was running into a herd or flirting in the middle of a fight.
Poor Glenn. If he was with Rick right now, he was probably catching hell for letting you slip away.
“She’s where, Glenn?” You imagined Rick growling, eyes blazing. “Alone?”
A small, tired smile tugged at your lips.
“Sorry, Glenn,” You muttered softly. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
And with that, you closed your eyes once more, just for a second. Because there was no way in fuck you were dying and letting Rick win that argument.
The prison was deadly silent, the usual chatter replaced by an oppressive weight. Rick’s boots hit the floor in a steady, restless rhythm as he paced back and forth, his jaw tight and his hands flexing at his sides.
His eyes kept flicking toward the door, where it gave him a clear view of the gate, and towards the treeline beyond it, as if sheer willpower could make you appear.
“She should’ve been back by now,” He muttered, his voice rough and strained. “It’s been too long.”
Daryl, leaning against the wall with his crossbow resting in his arms, watched him carefully. “I get it, man,” He said, his voice low but firm. “But if we go out there blin’, we could just make it worse.”
Rick’s head snapped toward him, his eyes wild with frustration. “Worse? She’s out there, Daryl! Alone. If somethin’ happened—”
“You think I don’ care?” Daryl interrupted, pushing himself off the wall. “But you go chargin’ in half-cocked, you’ll get yourself killed. Or worse, lead the dead right to ‘er.”
Rick’s chest heaved, his hands curling into fists. His voice dropped, raw and ragged. “I can’t—I can’t just stand here.”
Before Daryl could answer back, a shout rang out from the watchtower.
“Rick!”
Rick’s heart stopped—and then it bolted. He sprinted for the gate, his boots pounding against the cracked pavement. His throat felt tight, his voice rough as he barked out, “Open it!”
Glenn was already there, muscles straining as he yanked the gate back. “It's her!”
And then—there you were.
Bruised, battered, your clothes streaked with dirt and blood. But you were alive.
Rick froze, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into you. Relief crashed over him, so intense it almost knocked him to his knees.
For a second—just a second—he thought about running to you. About pulling you into his arms and holding you so tight you’d never slip through his fingers again.
But then, his body went rigid. His face darkened. And, without a word, he turned on his heel and strode back into the prison.
You blinked, your brow furrowing as you watched his retreating figure. “Rick—?”
“Go after him,” Glenn said softly, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. “He’s been pacing like a caged animal ever since you were gone.”
You didn't need to be told twice. Your legs ached, every part of you begged for rest—but you followed him, your boots echoing down the concrete hallway.
When you found him, he was in his cell, his back to you, pacing like a storm contained within four walls.
His shoulders were tight, his hands on his hips, his head shaking like he was trying to wrestle with the thoughts in his head.
You leaned against the doorway, your voice soft but firm. “Rick—”
“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice cut through the air like a whip as he spun around, his eyes blazing. “You could've died.”
You opened your mouth, but he never gave you the chance to speak.
“You—” He broke off, his jaw clenching so hard it looked painful. “You think you’re invincible or somethin’? Huh? You think I’m just supposed to wait when you’re out there alone and—” He raked his hands through his hair, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea—”
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” You managed, your voice low. “I had it under control—”
“Control?” Rick’s laugh was harsh, humourless. “You were covered in blood!” He was pacing again, his hands gesturing wildly. “You didn’t ‘have it under control’—you were lucky.” His voice cracked on the word, raw and frayed.
You stepped further in, your voice softening. “Rick—”
“No." He stopped, turning to face you, and the storm behind his eyes made your heart ache. “You don’t get to—” His chest heaved, his voice rough and trembling. “You scared the shit out of me.”
The anger cracked, and something deeper, rawer, bled through.
“I thought—” He swallowed thickly, his voice breaking as his hands clenched and unclenched. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”
The silence that followed was heavy, thick with everything he hadn't said yet.
His voice dropped, hoarse and stripped bare. “You—” He shook his head, his words a tangle of grief and love and everything in between. “I can’t—” His throat bobbed, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.”
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Rick. . .”
But he kept going, like he’d held it back for too long and now it was just pouring out.
“I can’t—I won’t live in a world without you in it. You get that?” His eyes were wild, shining with something unspoken but devastatingly clear. “I’ve lost so much. Too much. But you—” His voice cracked, and he shook his head. “You’re everything. And I—I love you.”
It tumbled out of him, raw and unguarded, like it had been burning his throat for months, years, forever.
He exhaled sharply, his chest still heaving. “I love you,” He said again, quieter this time, but no less fierce. “And I—I didn’t know if you felt—” He broke off, his voice rough and uncertain. “I just—I couldn’t—”
You closed the distance in a heartbeat. Your hands cupped his face, and his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. “Rick,” You whispered, your thumb brushing his cheek. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
His lips parted, his breath shallow, and before he could say another word, you kissed him.
It wasn’t soft—it was everything. Fear, relief, love—every ounce of feeling you both had locked away came crashing together in that single, desperate kiss.
His hands flew to your waist, clutching you like you might disappear, like holding you was the only thing tethering him to the earth.
When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathless. You smiled softly, your voice a whisper against his lips.
“I love you too, Rick.”
His eyes fluttered shut, and a shuddering breath escaped him, like those words alone were holding him together.
His hands cradled your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his voice—rough, soft, and wholly yours—broke the silence.
“You’re not running off alone again,” He said, his voice still firm but gentler now. “Not without me.”
A soft chuckle escaped you. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Grimes.”
His lips pressed to yours again—slower, but no less desperate. “Good,” He rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Right where I belong.”
And with the storm finally passed, he pulled you close, and he promises you that you—his world, his heart, and one of his reason to keep going—are safe in his arms.
L O C K
prompt: getting locked in a room by mistake with your run partner daryl.
setting: prison era
warnings: fighting, name calling, blowjob, dom!daryl, kinda sub! fem reader (barely)
unedited work
word count: 3110
reminder, you are responsible for the media you consume! (+18 content)
4 hours and counting.
the lock on the damn door had been jammed for 4 hours, still not budging as you try to pull on it with all your might; ignoring the pain in your palms and fingers as you continued on.
"stupid lock," you mumble, "stupid door," annoyed, "stupid fucking pointless supply run." the rage consumed you as you slammed the lock against the door and walked away into the room you had found yourself trapped in, racking your fingers through your hair in frustration. you kicked a stray desk chair and watched as it spun to the opposite side of the room, not caring for the walkers that banged against the door at the sudden noise.
what was supposed to be a simple run to a veterinary clinic for medical supplies turned into a disaster, one wrong door leading to a flood of walkers chasing you and your partner, daryl, into an abandoned break room. the only thing that you had was a padlock to close the doors to prevent the dead corpses from making you their dinner. it was a spur of the moment decision that you thought would be a good one, but the rust inside the mechanism came back to bite you in the ass. big time.
"there ain't no point in loosin' your shit like that woman." daryl's raspy voice uttered out from the far corner of the room as his body leaned against one of the tables, irritation settling in as he eyed you down. it was as a surprise to him, seeing you like this, drastically different from the calm and mature woman you usually are. but something about your rage-induced state lit a fire in the pit of his stomach, seeing a side he never knew you had.
and though he was growing irritated, he couldn't help but imagine how hot it would be to get you to shut up with him in your mouth. the raised voice of banter seizing to be heard, instead being replaced by the sounds of your gags, the sounds of you taking him deep in your throat. but just as quick as he thought about that situation, he let it go, quickly covering the blush on his face by turning towards the boarded up window.
"well what am i meant to do?" you question, voice laced with anger. you didn't understand how the man before you could keep his cool. you're patience started running thin at the 2 hour mark. "the damn lock isn't budging and we've been fucking stuck for god knows how long, son of a bitch." you kicked the ground, watching as a cloud of dirt lifted off the tile and dispersed into the air.
"just relax until help comes," his response could've made your blood boil hotter than hell, like he wanted to piss you off —and maybe he did— but in a half-assed attempt to not explode on him you just rolled your eyes and plopped heavily down on the dusty ground with your arms crossed and stared at the cursed door. "there isn't anything we can do right now, unless you have a pair of bolt cutters?" he added. the way he was so calm was starting to piss you off more and he could definitely sense it.
"yeah, clearly," you rolled your eyes heavily and made sure he seen it, "like anyone would come anyways daryl, and yeah let me pull them outta my ass." with a voice laced with attitude, you pulled out your hunting knife and began cleaning it with the bottom of your tattered, rotten-blood soaked, tee. anything to pass the never-ending time. your every being was completely miserable, wanting nothing more than to summon the strength from somewhere to just break the door off the hinges.
"way-ta be positive." as your eyes shot towards him, squinted in a glare, you watch as he began to clean his crossbow. his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, hair falling in front of his eyes, and his bicep muscles on full display, but even that bothered you. something about him just pissed you off today, made you want to fight with him. maybe even fuck him too just to get him to shut up, unbeknownst to you he wanted to do the same.
"there isn't anything positive about this situation." you mumble, face turning red as your anger —and now sexual frustration— grew more. all you wanted to do was gain a reaction from him, that's how bored you were. there was no reason to continue this conversation with daryl, however you couldn't get over the fact that he was so calm and collected. you wanted him to be just as miserable as you were.
"well maybe you shoulda been more careful," if looks could kill, daryl would be dead. "we wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for you." you're eyes were now sending daggers towards him as you suddenly stood to your feet and stomped closer to the man, stopping right in front of him. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, beckoning him to draw nearer. to push you to the ground and shut you up like he thought earlier.
"if it weren't for me? nah we'd be chewed apart by those undead fucks, dixon," his last name rolled off your tongue with venom, using your pointer finger to poke his chest harshly, "don't you dare point the blame at me." your voice progressively got louder, attracting more walkers to bang on the door. as if daryl's arguing wasn't enough to get you going, with all the pent up frustration you could kill every single one of the undead members beyond the door.
"so you want me to lie?" he questions, "i'm tryna be optimistic, tryna pass the time and all you wanna do is argue and get your damn panties in a twist!" you could tell from the way he spoke, with a new found sense of bubbling anger and the way his tone rose to almost a yell, that you were getting what you suddenly wanted. however, with this new found emotion that you beckoned out of him, you found your neediness for him growing in between your legs.
daryl on the other hand couldn't help but to become more frustrated as you continued on and wouldn't drop the subject. the thought of being stuck in the room with you for another few hours seemed impossible now, growing to know that you won't give it up until you're out of here and back at the prison. how annoying.
he would just need to make his daydream of you on your knees a reality.
"i'm not saying for you to lie, but don't point the blame on someone who saved your ass!" you scowl, seething from between clenched teeth. if this was a cartoon, the smoke would be shooting out of your ears. despite the way you are feeling down south, you couldn't shake the vexation.
the gull that the redneck had to blame you after you saved the two of you without a second thought. yeah you opened the door without checking first, that was right. but how could anyone have known that many walkers would've been behind? in the end, however, you did save both your life and daryl's life. you would think he would be more proactive at helping you find a way out of this damn room, be more thankful too while he's at it.
"and you know, instead of sitting on your ass and cleaning that stupid bow, you could help me find a goddamn way out of here." the words fell from your mouth in a fit of rage, instantly gaining a reaction from daryl. his face set in a deadpanned glare, turning red as he slammed his crossbow down on the desk harshly. the sudden movement made you flinch, but the glare never faltered. how hot was this, the sight before you?
"you know i've had enough of your bratty ass attitude," his voice now seethed out, his face inches from yours. you hid a smirk as you were finally satisfied with his reaction. fucking miserable. fed up with you, just like you felt about him with his 'optimism'. "why don't you stop acting like a bitch, just shut the hell up and sit your ass down!" you couldn't deny that the way he spoke to you made you want to jump him even more than a few minutes ago, watching as the veins pop out in his neck just right. pathetic.
but little did you know that he felt bad. even though he didn't show it. he knew better than to talk to a woman like that, but he couldn't help it. the attitude that you had gained towards him over a situation he didn't even get the two of you in was intense. it was a drastic difference from the person he knew you as and what pissed him off the most was that he was amorous, wanting nothing more but to put his imagination to work. how you raged, like an animal in a cage. the way your chest fell up and down, how he could've sworn to hear your heart beating from within your slightly exposed chest was enough for him.
"if i'm a bitch what does that make you then? sitting there name calling at me like i did fuck-all to you!" you fire back immaturely, knowing that it'll only add fuel to his fiery rage. pressing his buttons was something that you never had done before, but you certainly would put yourself in this position again. the way his face was so red, the way his whole body tensed up, the way he even slammed his bow down aggressively just moments ago. fuck.
"nah, ya' just got me trapped in'ere with the likes of you." he spat coldly, not being able to help himself as his face got closer to yours. the air suddenly felt hot, too hot. his words should've stung, should've broke your little heart, but they didn't and he gathered it fairly quickly. instead they sent bone-rattling, spine tingling, shivers throughout your entire body. you felt yourself inhale sharply without warning and shuffle your feet as if you were growing inpatient.
"i'm sorry that i make you so miserable," you began, not genuinely meaning the apology, "but if you want me to shut up, than make me." you try your best to sound threatening —to sound daring— though the way he had you melting before him made it hard. you could feel yourself shaking at the knees, though you fought hard to keep your composure as you used your hands to brace yourself against the table that was now behind you. the metal was cold against your palms, a nice change from the heat that radiated everywhere else.
"the walkers out there should be enough for you to shut up, don't go demanding me," his voice was eerily calm and his tone low to almost a whisper, yet held so much tension. the way he took a step forward, pressing you against the table further as his threatening demeanour increased and his face grew inches away from yours. enough to make your brain go empty, despite the dirty thoughts that were rampaging through it. "but i think i got an idea."
your heart rate increased more if that was even possible, your body temperature going up with it as he wraps his fingers in the hair that lay innocently at the back of your head. he pushed you forward into him, his lips against yours in an instant; as if he was letting all of his anger out into the kiss. there was nothing gentle about the way he was working you through, more so teeth and tongue than anything else and it made you react with a moan into his mouth.
your hands let go of the table behind you to grip daryl's collar, causing you to crash into it harshly. the loud screeching of metal against tile flooring was enough to gain further attention from the walkers but you could care less. if anything it edged you on further as you ran your hands down the front of his torso, down to his belt buckle. you were growing even more impatient as your core began aching with the need of him.
but before you could even get the buckle undone his free hand grabbed yours and pushed it away, an animalistic growl omitting from deep within his throat as if he was warning you without any words. but you still persisted, moving your hands back to the buckle. as if your defiance against him wasn't done from earlier. and maybe it wasn't, maybe you still wanted to pick a fight. the reaction it withdrew from him was too good, the yelling and slamming going straight to your dripping core.
to your dismay he pulled away from the sultry kiss, lips shinning and puffy, "you still wanna try an'fight even now?" his voice was firm, anger visibly coming back as his eyebrows furrow and his neck muscles tighten as he clenches his jaw. his breathing was unsteady, chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath.
"what if i did?" you asked, tone matching his. you tried your best to steady your breathing as well, focusing on pressing your legs together for some sort of friction as your ache grows with each passing minute.
"hmm," he hums as he untangles his thick digits from your hair and uses them to grab your cheeks, squeezing lightly as you gave him your best doe eyes, "i guess i'll have to give ya a reason not to, give ya somethin' that'll zip tha' bratty mouth a'yours." his words, like music to your ears, drew a moan from your throat. one that resembled need and want.
"like what?" your voice was sultry, smooth like butter. but the question was not needed, you knew what he was talking about; what he was going to do. and you were all for it.
"get on your knees an'i'll show ya." and you knew exactly what it was, right away.
without hesitation, without any fight, a smirk found its way upon your lips as you got down to your knees; now eye level with the erection in daryl's pants. you licked your lips greedily and stared up at him as his hands moved quickly to undo his belt, quickly discarding his clothes from the waist down.
a light moan escapes your lips as your hand moves up, gripping the base of his cock and stroking it gently; earning you a throaty moan as daryl bucks his hips involuntarily. the feeling of your hand on him alone was enough to nearly send him over the edge, he was only imagining what your mouth could do. but that wasn't for long, as you parted your lips and licked from his base to his tip, beginning to suck gently on it.
"fuck..." he mumbles, dragging the word out as his head falls back and his eyes close. his thick fingers tangled into your hair, pulling gently with much restraint.
his reaction encourages you, drawing you in as you take more of him in your mouth until you couldn't take anymore. your hand pumps whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth as you begin picking up the pace, using your tongue to swirl around the thick vein on the back of his cock. his moans and hisses of pleasure were like music to your ears as you felt him push and pull your head against him.
"that's it darlin', finally shuttin' up with this cock in your mouth," voice sultry, tone low, daryl's words went straight to your pulsing clit. "couldn't stop thinkin' about this, about you zippin' that mouth with me..." you moan against him, the vibration making his knees nearly buckle. he only pushes your head further down on him, making you gag as your eyes watered.
"like music to my ears." he growled, pulling against your hair once again.
to think that daryl had been thinking about this was indeed something. something that made you proud inside, the meant that you got under his skin and into his mind. maybe towards his dick too. but right now, as your knees burned against the dirt covered tile, as your scalp pulsed with every pull of your hair, and as his tip kept hitting the back of your throat with force, you couldn't be happier.
maybe this needed to happen, maybe your future self was rewarding you for putting the two of you in this situation. and you thanked her, over and over and over again. each drip of saliva down your chin, each squelching sound that came from between your lips and his cock, each throb of your clit, you were thanking her for.
"fuck, where did you learn this from? gonna make me cum already darlin'." his voice pulled you out of you thoughts as you looked up at him, only to find him looking down at you. watching you as if you were the world to him right now, and you hoped that deep down you would find yourself in this predicament more.
but as you felt him twitch inside your mouth you began to go faster, tightening your grip on him and hollowing your cheeks out more; earning a tight pull against your hair and the sight of daryl's mouth gapping open, eye brows furrowing, eyes squeezing shut as he finally released— cumming hard enough for you to swallow immediately as you kept going, riding out his high.
"holy fuck." he breathed out as you finally pulled away, using your thumb to catch anything that spilt from your lips and down your chin— sucking it clean afterwards as if you couldn't get enough.
"maybe i should argue with you more often." you smirked up at him, watching as he catches his breath.
but before he could say anything more you hear the sudden sound of familiar voices calling out to you and daryl followed by bodies hitting the ground and the whizz of silenced rounds being shot off. you immediately stood to your feet and brushed off your knees and shins, staring at your partner as he dresses himself with a smug look on his face.
"what'd i tell ya?"
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hey guys! it’s be a long time, had this one in the drafts for a while and figured i had the time to finish it. kinda rushed the ending but i think it’s alright!
thank you for reading!!
-urdeaddixon <3
Quiet in the Library [Daryl Dixon]
A/N: okay a prequel to shut up and ride! (Works well on its own too!)
Plot: reader and Daryl are in a bed buddy type situation ship. Prison era. Daryl finds the reader in the prison library and fun ensues…. But they get caught.
Pairing: Female!Reader x Daryl Dixon
Warnings: smut - fingering, oral (m receiving), unsafe sex using the pull-out method (Wear a condom). Minor homophobia (Merle) if you squint??
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The library was quiet…and a total mess. You had volunteered yourself to sort through the shelves and the books. While there were things to be done and chores around the building and grounds, it was a morale booster to have some other form of entertainment.
Hidden behind an empty shelf, you don’t hear Daryl walk in and quietly step around some piles you had already sorted. You jump when his hands glide around your waist and he has to cover your mouth to stop you making a noise.
“Ssh! We’re in a library..” he smirks at you, feeling you relax against him and put down the books in your hands.
“Thought you were on patrol today?” You whisper.
“I switched with Rick..” he kisses up your shoulder and neck, hands riding up under your top to touch your skin.
“Oh, I see..” your head leans back against his shoulder, giving the man better access to your sensitive neck.
Daryl undoes your well-worn and patched jeans, slipping his hand down the front and curling over your folds. “Been a while since we’ve had alone time..” he whispers.
You swallow thickly and nod; your hips are already moving to his fingers and you’re sure it’s been weeks, if not a couple of months at least, since you had been alone together for any length of time. Nothing that had allowed more than a rushed fumble.
Daryl’s fingers work over your clit in circles then dip into you and curl before going back to your clit. That man knew exactly how to work you up and get your motor running.
“I don’t wanna cum in your fingers this time… I want to cum around your cock..” you whisper into the room and pant quietly.
He hums and nips at your neck just enough to leave a light red mark that would be gone by tomorrow. “We’ll get on yer knees first…” he slips his hand away and turns you around, watching you instantly sink down and work at his belt and pants to release him from the fabric confines.
Daryl licks his lips and watches you wrap your hand around his length, jerking him slow and firm before your lips close around the head. He lets out a quiet moan and closes his eyes as your mouth and hand work in tandem to make him fully hard.
The weight of his cock on your tongue and the stretch of his size in your mouth makes drool run down your chin; a sight Daryl lives for and he’s soon panting out grunts, steadying himself so he doesn’t just thrust into your mouth - there would be time for that another day but right now he wanted your hot wet pussy around him.
“Stop… stop… not yet…” he whispers and pulls you away, looking down into your wide eyes, streaks of tears leaking from them. “Good girl… stand up and turn around…”
You get to your feet and turn your back to Daryl, planting your hands on the table in front of you as he quickly pulls down your jeans and lifts your tee. His rough hands knead your tits, fingers teasing and pinching your nipples; steadily harder and harder until they’re bruised and throbbing from his touch while you’re a whimpering mess.
“Daryl…”
“Ssh…” he reminds you and lines up his cock with your entrance, slipping into you fully with a single thrust that knocks the wind from your lungs. “We don’t got much time…”
You nod and push your hips back, you know this, you never have much time. Daryl grips your hips tight and starts thrusting his hips into you; the table you’re leaning on rocks and wobbles on uneven legs but thankfully doesn’t hit the wall.
Daryl grunts and moans behind you as you pant and bite your lip to stop you from calling out as every thrust hits deep inside you. Your motor was running overtime and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before something would give if Daryl kept up this pace.
Neither of you hear the library door open and Merle step in. Neither of you see him look around for anyone else before continuing to watch Daryl rail you over the desk; pushing you down and gripping the back of your hair to keep you in place - at least this way you could use a nearby book to gag your mouth and muffle the sounds coming out of it.
Merle smirks to himself and shakes his head - now he’s figured out where Daryl has been sneaking off to, who with and why. Secretly he’d always thought Daryl was a gay virgin and would die as one, he was proud to know neither of these things were true and he was in fact getting more than Merle ever had. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was truly happy about the last part of that realisation. Merle takes one last look and heads back out the library, not caring if the door made any noise on his way out.
The door clicks shut and you both look over. “What was that?!” You pant.
“Unless it’s a walker, I don’ care!” Daryl grunts “come on girl… cum for me… lemme feel that pussy pulse!”
Your eyes roll back at his words and your body takes over completely; you bite down on the book you’d been using as a gag, body tensing and that motor finally falls apart inside you. Daryl thrusts a few more times as you ride out your climax then pulls out, wrapping a hand around himself and jerking quickly. You turn and fall to your knees, still panting, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.
It takes only a moment and Daryl is grunting through clenched teeth as he cums on your tongue and in your mouth. He pants and slows his hand looking down at you. With your wide eyes and hair in a pony, you’d pass as innocent to anyone else - only Daryl knew how much of a slut you could be for him as he watched his seed drip off your tongue onto your bare chest.
“Swallow…”
You close your mouth and swallow his load.
“Good girl.”
You use your fingers to clean off the drips from your chest, sucking them clean for him to watch.
“Very good girl.”
Daryl helps you off the floor and you both redress, making sure you were once again decent before you leave the library. It’s as you’re walking back to the main area that you realise why the door had made a noise.
“Merle… where’s Daryl?” You hear a voice call down the corridor.
“Oh… he’s in the library..” Merle calls back and laughs. “Doin’ some reading’ on the kama sutra!”
-fin-
As requested by anonymous: Ryan Gosling as Luke Glanton in THE PLACE BEYOND THE PINES (2012) dir. Derek Cianfrance.
oh how i miss the prison era so much, they had so little to worry about for a while. Mostly just walkers and the sickness (Until the governor attack 2.0)
Guys can you tell that Prison era was my fav? that and Hershels farm.
Sigh when all my favs where intact
Mr Dixon ❤️🔥🏹❤️🔥
A second drabble, prison based this time.
@galladrabbles
@thepupperino
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In reality, two years wasn't a lot of time. When you're on the outside, enjoying your freedom, time flies.
But on the inside, well, Ian could only imagine it felt like a lifetime. If Terry Milkovich had considered it tough; then how the hell was Ian going to cope?
The boredom was one thing but the fear of the unknown and potential threats at every turn, that's what Ian was stuck on when that cell door swung open.
This was it, the start of his hellish sentence.
But then he turned around, to face his fate.
Blue eyes. Broad grin.
"Holy fuck"
