"Anyone see where Glenn went?" The group was scouting a town and he seemed to have slipped into a shop without anyone noticing.
The group split up in two, going store to store and radio'ing updates at each one until Rick had spotted him in a jewelery shop.
"What's important enough in here to split from the group, kid?" He stared around, hoping there was a creative explaination as to why raiding this place made sense, but he only got an obviously unrelated answer.
"I just wanna hold my girlfriend's hand, man. But she wears these silver rings that burn my skin and won't take them off because they're important." He kept digging through drawers under the display counter untill he spotted what he wanted. "And you solution is.." The ex-sherrif stepped closer to see what he was doing.
Glenn had a jewelry cloth in his hand and used it to pick up a silver chain. A thin but very pretty one, sturdy enough to hold a set of rings. "Wanna give her this to put the rings on." He maneuvered the chain into the cloth without letting the silver touch his hand and carefully pocketed it. "I hope she likes it.."
"She will, she loves it when you come up with solutions." Rick reassured him with a pat on the shoulder and they both left to regroup.
MARCHWERES PROMPT 6- WET DOG
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CW: Poor writing, short, swearing, reader is referred to as ‘woman’ once but it is otherwise gender neutral, mentions of scars, characters are naked but it is still semi sfw, slightly suggestive, not proof read, lemme know if i missed anything!
Daryl was filthy.
The man was a walking biohazard, his clothing stained with grime and walker guts, yet he still refused to hop in the bath, stating that it was ‘fuckin’ pointless’ until after he had shifted for his hunt later. In a point of desperation to get him clean, you told him you would join him.
Which leads you to now.
You’re slowly rubbing shampoo in the mans hair while he grumbles about something incoherent, his words garbled. There’s a smile on your face while you nod along to the stories of his run, your hands massaging his scalp lightly with each pass of his hair. Despite him being taller than you, you’re behind him, his back pressed flush against your bare chest.
Slowly, you rinse the suds out of his hair and move down. You pour some soap on your hands and begin to rub his back, loosening the tight knots and stress out of his muscles. Your fingers trail lightly over his scars, being sure to kiss the occasional one before you pass by it with the soap.
With open mouth kisses, your lips trail up to his scent gland, sucking against it softly and giggling at the small whine he lets escape. Such a big, strong man, all just to be unraveled by the slightest touch.
“Shit, woman..” his voice trails off, his torso melting into your body and leaning against you.
You hum in acknowledgement, kissing and sucking his neck, leaving a nice plum coloured mark on his throat. The procedere forces a groan out of Daryl, and you think that maybe, just maybe, you should bathe with him more often..
A/N: I’m still new to writing, so please be kind in the comments! I wanted to try some Marchweres Prompts, so here we go!!
Warnings: NSFW, smut, predator-prey dynamic, at first it looks like they don’t know each other (it soon is proved to be the opposite), a little role-play maybe(?), mentions of fingering, mentions of cunnilingus, teasing, dirty talking, dumbfication if you squint, praising. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+
A/N: I wrote the werewolf thing in a vibe more Twilight, but at the same time I’m creating my own things about it.
Also, It may or may not be in twd universe. You can consider anything. There’s no mentions of walkers or the apocalypse.
It was full moon. She was big, round and high on the sky. Despite not having a single light with you, it illuminated well almost everything and it also created shadows.
You walked by yourself in the woods, a dumb choice most people would say. The full moon was when monsters crawled from their holes and came to earth so they could feed from humans. Or at least, that was what your grandmother said. You never believed on this shit, until you listened to a howl, and by how the sound was high it came from somewhere close to you.
How could you forget there were wolves in those woods? Why did you come to the woods in the first place?
The leaves rustled nearby, you looked to your sides and saw nothing. You felt a warm breath on your nape and turned very slowly, your heart beaten fast, and the nervousness was all around you. When you turned back you were presented to a big dark brown wolf, it was the biggest wolf you had ever seen, his nose was in the same height as your face. It was so furry and had some white hair here and there, specially around the snout. The wolf’s eyes were a bright blue that could be recognized anywhere, because you never saw something as shiny as it. It let out a small huff and showed a little of teeth and you interpreted that as “Run.”
Your instincts heightened and you turned your back to it and started running. You knew it was stupid. You knew you had no chance. Your 2 little legs against the ginormous wolf 4 legs? No chance! You ran as if your life depended on this. You took some glances at your back and you saw it chasing you. It could be faster, but it wasn’t the intention. The Wolf was playing with you, playing with the food.
You ran as much as your body allowed you, until you were faced with a Stone Mountain, and you had nowhere to go, you turned back to the monster and saw it approaching you, cornering you… planning the exact moment it would jump on you. His blue eyes illuminated the night like two lanterns. You looked both sides, no way to run and you looked back again, it was like he had a grin on his animal face before attacking you and tackling you to the ground.
You closed your eyes for an instant anticipating the fall, the fluffy leaves made floor of the place welcomed your body and when you opened your eyes, there he was… a huge man caging you to the ground, his hands holding yours up your head, his medium length hair falling like a curtain in his face, his wavy hair framing his face, that same blue eyes now adorning his face and when your eyes roomed lower you were presented with his marvelous chest full of scars from old battles and tattoos. Going a little lower you could see his happy trail and your eyes tentatively roomed down, until you heard him. “Ma eyes are up here sunshine…” the gruff voice sending chills throughout your body.
Your eyes moved back to his face and he couldn’t hide the amusement on his face. You smirked at him, and he continued to talk. “You probably sucked at playing hide and seek.” He took a long sniff on your neck and continued to talk in your ear. “Ya were all around the woods. Can’t even hide yourself for living. And yer smell? Could smell your arousal miles away before finding ya.”
“It’s because of the expectation of you catching me.” You admitted.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, of what you’re going to do to me.”
It was true your grandmother told you everything about werewolves, but she never told you how it was to be one or live with one. And if there was one thing you learned it was that every full moon they got so much energy accumulated, having to control themselves and spend this energy hunting… but that wasn’t the best way of spending this energy, it was till they matured and learned that sex was the best option to go through this phase. Just after meeting him you got to learn all of this.
Knowing this, that night, you decided to do a game. More like a tag game than hide and seek, to spend some energy, for the adrenaline to run in your veins, especially his, to build the expectation. But while you did that, you couldn’t help but feel excited all the way through to your ending agreed point.
“So what will the big bad wolf do to me?” You asked looking at him with the best clueless look you could manage to give him.
He held a laugh at your act. “What do ya suggest?”
“I don’t know, this was your idea…”
For fuck’s sake, you had already lost count of how many times he had made you cum. It was like his battery was never low. He started fingering and eating you out, then he made his sick game of teasing your folds, clit and entrance with his dick but not doing what you needed the most… next thing he hammered into you for so long that you lost count of time.
Now after your, god knows how many, orgasm he pounded into you, producing the filthiest sounds of your juices and bodies colliding against each other. You had your arms folded in front of you so you could support your face and prevent from laying it against the leaves, your ass up high while he grabbed your hips and fucked you senseless, otherwise you’d not be able to hold yourself in the position.
“D-D-D-Daryl…” you cried while he hit that spot again and again.
“D-D-D-D…” he mocked you. “So fucked up that can’t even say one simple word.”
Damn… he loved you in every way he could have you, but gods he loved to watch your ass while he disappeared inside of you. He grunted with his thoughts and what he saw in front of him and felt. How could him have so many dirty thoughts about you when he was already doing the dirty?
One of his hands came to your body and helped your body up to be flush against his while he continued trusting his hips on you. One of his hands wandered up your body stopping for a little on your breasts and then continuing its way to your neck stopping there, no pressure just giving you the sensation of being held there. His other hand traveled from your hips down to your clit rubbing torturing circles on it. You whined and whimpered against him, feeling that one more time you were getting close to your release.
“Fuck. Ya always do so good for me, taking everything I give you.” He breathed on your ear. “Do ya have any idea off how good you make me feel?”
Your body trembled, a bunch of moans and incoherent words coming from your lips, you had reached your orgasm one more time. He felt that he was finally getting there, he continued riding your orgasm till he felt like he couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, his cock rubbing up and down between your folds while you where still coming out from your orgasm. He bursted in pleasure spending his seed on your stomach and on the floor. Even though he was deeply tempted on finishing inside of you, he couldn’t. You still didn’t feel prepared to have his puppies so he was waiting for your time.
He laid on the floor holding you in his arms waiting for both of you to recover your breaths. You turned around and your mouth found his giving him a passionate kiss. “I love you, but I don’t know if I can walk.” You pouted.
“Don’t need ta. I’ll carry you home.” He said nuzzling your hair. “I love you, and thank you for spending this time with me.”
“Next full moon again?” You asked, and he laughed he couldn’t believe you had enjoyed this crazy idea.
“If ya want to, yeah.”
You dressed your clothes, Daryl helping you and then you realized he didn’t dress the clothes you brought him on your backpack. “I’m not walking home with your naked ass. Nothing against it, but what if people see it?
“I ain’t walking.” He shifted again into his wolf form and signed with his snout for you to get on his back.
“Really? This isn’t what I imagine when you ask me to ride you.” You joked, he left a huff from his nose, and you knew that was a snort.
He lowered himself so you could get on his back, you laid there on his dark brown fur, one leg on each side and your arms around his neck. As soon as you were on his back and holding yourself, he ran through the woods, this time not behind you, but with you.
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Daryl Dixon did not play fair. He was usually Tabby’s good boy, bending to her every command, whimpering and writhing below her when she bounced on his cock, man and wolf. The delicious sounds he would make as she wriggled herself down, down, down until her body stretched to accommodate his knot when he was shifted.
It wasn’t often that the roles were reversed. Daryl was powerful and enjoyed giving that up and handing Tabby the reins. It was a way for him to escape the chaos.
Then there were days like today.
Tabby was utterly bare, cunt stuffed and stretched around Daryl’s cock while he did nothing more than watch her, touch her. He spent time connecting freckles, licking his fingertip to circle her nipple and watch it pebble. Once in a while, he would do her the kindness of stroking her clit with soft circles, just enough to stimulate her, make her flutter around his length.
That, however, wasn’t the magnificent torture. She had been still, warming his cock for just under an hour when she felt it, saw it. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, canines long and pointed. It was the only warning she got before he partially shifted, swelling and growing inside her, making her eyes roll back and her legs tremble.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck.” She was so close just from the change in his size. His shift stopped there, claws and fangs and cock. Clever fucker.
“Don’tcha move, Spitfire.” He pulled her forward almost roughly, pressing her against his chest and claiming her mouth before he nuzzled her cheek and nipped her earlobe with the tip of his fangs. “An’ don’tcha dare cum.” He let her sit back, the movement making her jolt, his girth stretching her in all the right ways.
“Daryl, I can’t—I need to move, baby.” Tabby’s hands caressed his chest, down over his belly, and latched onto the each side of his open jeans, wanting nothing more than to feel the skin of his thighs flex beneath her ass. Before she could finish that thought, the stretch and pressure eased as he shifted back.
“That better then?”
The redhead whined, confused about what to feel. His human form was delicious, made for her cunt to squeeze. He could get her off without touching her clit, always tapping that perfect spot inside her. His wolf form pushed her limits, nearly splitting her in half. She would cum over and over with no room to squeeze him. And when he would knot her, well—she had lost consciousness before.
“Both are so good, baby. Please fuck me, one way or another.”
Daryl smirked, brushing away an unruly curl before both hands went to her breasts, fondling and weighing, but spending little time before continuing on a journey to settle at her waist. He watched her face intently as he shifted again, his eyes dropping to her belly. He could see himself sheathed there, protruding beneath her skin.
He was sure it didn’t hurt her, though it was sometimes uncomfortable, she had assured him it was nothing more than that. Tabby gasped, her cunt spasming. “Oh. Oh, Daryl. I’m—I can’t—”
“Don’t do it.” He warned, claws tapping rhythmically against her hips. He didn’t stop her when she started to bounce, the smallest of movements to acclimate her body to the size of him.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” His hands slid from her waist to her lower back to steady her as she writhed and screamed. God, she almost took him right along with her, his knot swollen and sitting snug against her entrance.
Not yet.
Daryl waited patiently for her to slump against his chest, holding to him tightly and heaving for breath between apologies. After a moment of reprieve he hooked a finger beneath her chin and led her to look at him. He was shaking his head and clicking his tongue at her, eyes glowing and form shifting, uttering two words before the wolf completely took over.
Maybe going on that late night walk in the woods outside of the community was a bad idea. Or maybe it wasn’t! There’s for sure a whole lot to discuss back home.
Even after all the time you spent at his side since meeting each other in Alexandria, Daryl still felt insecure around you in private. He had such a hard time control of himself that he barely dared to get intimate with you unless there was not sven a sliver of the moon visible during the night.
You fell in love with his human self before learning about his other half.
You never left him, even after he scared you by suddenly shifting into his beast shape to save your life. But still his heart raced and a cold sweat broke out whenever you tried to be intimate with him. His mind would flash with images of you meeting a violent end by his claws.
You could feel the tremble in his body as he laid turned away from you after his claws and fangs came in uninvited and he got scared.
"Daryl? Hey, please look at me." You went to wrap an arm around him and pushed through this time, not pulling back as he twitched and tried to hide away at your touch. "Nahw. Bad idea."
His voice held a tone that told you he really did have a hard time keeping his other form at bay. He was fighting it with all he had, if he redirected his attention to you he'd change.
"I'm not scared." Your hand trailed from his arm up to his shoulder and neck, stopping only to scratch at his beard.
Daryl couldn't help but let out a content growl at the touch but quickly curling even further into himself when he realized.
You weren't having this tonight. You were going to love him in whatever shape he'd end up in. Using all your strength you managed to roll him back enough for you to entirely straddle him, taking the blanket off his top half with it.
There was panic in his bright blue eyes, his partially agape mouth showing sharp teeth. You chose to ignore it all and grabbed at his meaty chest and side. All those years settled in the community as it was now did his body good. "You have no idea how pretty you are." You pawed at his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tense even under the healthy layer of fat that built up over the years.
When you reached back to squeeze at his thighs he groaned at the roll of your hips. The tent in his boxers was clear as day, pressing against your core. You were sure if you kept grinding on him just a little longer he'd be done for, but you weren't going to.
You leaned back down to trail kisses over every scar on his body, starting at the one over his eye, "I'm the luckiest woman alive, having you at my side." and moving down with each kiss. "My big, strong protector." By the time you reached the waistband of his boxers Daryl was a growling, panting mess underneath you. "Let go. I'm not scared."
You kneaded at his hips and mouthed at his still clothed cock, nuzzling against the muscle and feeling him twitch against you and with a buck of his hips and a long winded growl he came undone.
His growling didn't stop. He had lost focus and you were getting what you wanted.
His growling over time changed to scared, low whines when he was close to being fully turned, curled into himself again and keeping his claws tucked away under him. He almost looked small, despite taking up over half of the bed.
"Daryl?" He raised his brows at the call of his name, looking up at you with sad eyes. You watched his eyes trail over your body before moving back up. "Hey, look at you. My handsome beast." You went to rest your hand in his fur but he flinched at your touch again. Still you kept your arm outstretched and placed your fingers at the side of his jaw, softly carressing his cheek.
"I love your grey fur, you old man." You giggled at your own words, leaning closer to him and press a kiss between his ears. "Will you roll over for me?" Your hands roamed each part of his body you could reach, but he still shook his head in denial.
You kept running your hands over him, dkwn his arms to finally grab at one of his paws and pulling it from underneath him. He had stopped resisting, you realized. "My, what big paws you have.." You smiled and pressed your thumbs into his pawpads, feeling the rough skin underneath your soft fingers.
Daryl finally moved on his own and sat to shake out his fur, gaining even more mass now that his scruff wasn't flat against his skin anymore. Now you got to have a good look at him for the first time. No fights to be had or people to be saved. Just the two of you in the safety of your home.
"You're so pretty like this, Daryl." With your hands on his cheeks you reached up to kiss his snout, then the side of his mouth and his jaw before burying your face in his neck. You could pinpoint the exact spot of the little X that adorned his skin even with fur covering his body and playfully bit at the spot, earning you a satisfied noise thst made you press yourself against him entirely.
Two large clawed hands grabbed you at your waist, easily encasing your lower torso entirely as he let himself roll onto his back with you on top of him.
You felt the swell of his knot press against you but decided to ignore it for now. Now wasn't about having sex with him, now was for showing how much you loved him in all of his forms.
"Are you finally agreeing with me here, Dixon?" You sat up on his stomach that even in this form kept the soft protective layer over his strong muscles. "Yeah, you are! You big softie." Ruffling his chest fur and laughing softly at his dismissive grumbles must have been the highlight of his evening. Daryl had kept this side of him strictly for combat, always believing you didn't really want him this way. Believe you preffered his human side and he couldn't even give you that most of the time.
But yet here you sat on top of his large, monstous form with a smile on your face and the clear scent of arousal coming off you.
Only now, with your hands trailing each mark on mis body with your fingers, pointing out each little detail that you loved about him he felt like a dumbass for never seeing your point of view before.
"I like these." You said softly, fingers gently brushing over blackened bits of fur where his tattoos were. "Do you think they're still there if I'd shave your fur?" The growl he let out was a clear answer to your suggestion. You were never finding out, and that was okay. You laid back down on top of him and kissed his cheek.
You stood across from each other, coming down from the most love filled kiss you ever shared.
Your first kiss as husband and wife.
The gathered people cheered for you and for once Daryl didn't shy away from showing affection. His hands were snaked around your waist and his forehead rested against yours as his breaths came out in soft growls.
You know what you promised him. You'd marry the human way on the day of the full moon, and he'd get to make you his the werewolf way afterwards. You thought afterwards would be late at night, but now that you felt his claws on the plump of your ass and his eyes glowed bright blue it was clear the beast wasn't gonna wait that long.
Rick and Carol, your chosen two to stand with you picked up on Daryl's tells and sternly announced to everyone it was time to leave.
Luckily most of the folks there had been in Daryl's life long enough and knew, so the place quickly cleared out and only you and Daryl remained as Rick closed the doors behind him.
With the click of the lock Daryl's human side gave into the change and tore through the newly scavenged clothes as he took on his shifted form.
You quickly backed up but kept watching as he quickly came to and stared at you with nothing but hunger.
He gave you no chance to back up further as large clawed hands grabbed at your waist. One moved up and raked its claws through the fabric of the once expensive dress you wore and exposed your upper body, only for him to pull your torso against his open maw. His bottom canines pierced your skin just above the swell of your breast as his jaw clamped shut around your shoulder, the skin on your back breaking under his teeth as well.
He held on but lowered himself along with you when your legs gave out. He made quick work of taking your clothes off your body, leaving nothing intact.
Once you were bare he pulled his maw off you, lapping at the puncture wounds you'd be wearing as scars on your skin for the rest of your life.
Daryl made sure you weren't bleeding anymore before he moved you onto your back, his tongue following a path along your breasts, over your stomach he so affectionately pressed his muzzle into before he moved furter down to your hips and finally to your centre. It wasn't for himself he was taking his time with you, but he knew your human self couldn't take his cock easily.
"Daryl.. Go on, please." You had tried to do this with him but he never allowed it and now you were getting impatient real fast.
Daryl heard your plea and wasted no time shoving his tongue all the way down your cunt and letting out a growl. The sudden intrusion and vibrations had you moan and buck your hips against his jaws, it felt so much better than you imagined. Daryl kept tongue fucking you, flicking the muscle over your clit and sliding back inside you until you were clenching your walls and coming on his tongue.
When he came back up the fur on his cin glistened with your slick as he swiped at if with his paw.
The pads of his paw found your clit, rubbing at it while he moved closer to prod the tip of his cock at your entrance.
"Mine." You had never heard him speak in this form before.
"Good momma." He growled right next to your ear as he pushed in bit by bit. Your hands grabbed at his fur, clawing to find purchase as his thick length stretched you. You cried out from the burn, pressing your face against him to muffle your sounds.
While one paw remained on your hip so he could keep thrusting, the other pulled tour face away from him.
"Nah. Wanna hear momma." He kept your back pressed against the floor as his thumb returned to your clit, pulling delicious sounds from you that only spurred him on. "H.. ahh-- m.. momma.."?
It didn't take him long to be fully inside of you, giving you only a short moment to adjust before setting a rough pace. "Hmhm good momma.." His tongue lolled out between his teeth as he panted with each thrust, but his gaze moved from your face down to where he was pushing into you, lifting your hips slightly to give you a good view too.
The sight had you squeeze around him, whining at how full you felt.
"Good momma.." he kept muttering the same words over and over again and you started to worry.
Daryl never mentioned children being a part of his ritual. You only knew of the bite during sex.
Both his paws were on your hips now, your lower body lifted into his lap as he kept up his pace, deliciously painful. You watched him being focused on finishing the job, the knot at the base of his cock swollen and ready to be stuffed into you.
One of your hands moved down and pressed down on your stomach, feeling how deep Daryl was inside of you already. There was no way he was gonna fit it all the way down to the base, right?
..right?
Daryl moved his paw on top of your hand and moved to lap at your neck. The actions were so soft for him, especially like this. He was telling you how much he loved you without speaking. He had done enough of that already while he bred you.
Your one free hand went to stroke his fur as you tried to focus on the soft touches while Daryl worked himself over the edge, the hand on your hip moving to spread your slick over your bundle of nerves and taking away the painful edge of how deep he was pushing into you.
You felt your lips protest, squeezing his length but he kept on pushing in.
His fingers helped you over the edge and on your highest point pushed in hard. You felt him deeper than ever, the pain making you claw at your stomach for relief but nothing helped as the bliss of your orgasm quickly faded with Daryl's still rutting hips, pumping you full of his seed.
Daryl let out a noise close to a purr when he relaxed above you. "Momma. Good momma." His large paw rubbed the softest circles on your belly, he wanted this more than anything in the world.
"Love momma." He murmured against your cheek as he lapped at your tears and blissfully nuzzled into you.
Dog just had his much needed shower, and now that he was all dried off you got to the hard part.
Brushing him out.
Luckily Daryl had found a petstore and grabbed a bag full of care items.
Once downstairs you made sure to give him a some dried meat for behaving so well in the tub and lured him onto the large towel laid out for him.
"Come on, boy. Gonna get those pesky knots out of your fur." You fed him some more dried treats to keep him relaxed and went to carefully work at his fluff.
As you brushed out his fur you coo'ed at him. "Such a good boy, letting me brush you." You made kissy faces at him and gave him a treat every few minutes. "Gimme a paw?" Brushing at his elbows you smooched his clean paw. "Thankyou, good boy." At every mention of the words his tail wagged happily.
Unknown to you there was someone else downstairs whonwas wagging his metaphorical tail at your words, only there to grab a drink but stopped so Dog wouldn't see him.
And then you started talking oh so sweet to the animal and Daryl's mind wandered.
He wanted to be treated like that dog, to be cuddled and brushed and called a good boy. He kept his distance and watched how you had gotten Dog on his back and brushed at his neck fur, paws up and tongue out he looked so happy with his hind legs spread and tail thumping on the hardwood floor. "Does the good boy want belly rubs? Yeah he does!"
Daryl's mind filled with scenes he'd never dare talk about. His shifted self with you on the bed, your hands gently scratching at the skin of his stomach and moving down south slowly-- no, not now not here.
"You're being so good! Want a treat? Yes you want a treat huh."
And Daryl's mind was back in bed, this time with you sitting on top of him, cooing in that voice you used that drove him absolutely crazy. His hands grabbing onto the counter so hard his knuckles turned white and his eyes closed to picture you even better. "Such a big boy, so good and obedient.."
A hand on his hip made him jump, ready to grab at the knives still strapped to his legs until your laugh sent him back to earth. "Yeah, I knew you were there. And now I know a way to tease you. How fun!" You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss at the corner of his lips. "Love you, my good boy."
