#queer!daryl

[uglylittlelamb]

TRAILER PARK BOYS .ᐟ daryl x male reader

HEADCANONS in which daryl’s bf sets out to get on his every nerve.

THEMES queer!daryl, switch!daryl, dirty talk, hair pulling, anal, implied internalized homophobia.

A/N u get the name right? funny stuff ik. going back to this req from anon, thank you! lmk if you want more.

☁︎ finding a man who would be all over daryl… he’s aggressively against it at first, constantly barking ‘get off’a me!’ but all it takes is a little encouragement, a nice massage, and he’s melting.

☁︎ i imagine two redneck losers kissing against a tree in the woods. sharing flannels, challenging each other while hunting, sharing cigarettes.

☁︎ daryl doesn’t quite know how to ‘date.’ he doesn’t know how to ‘flirt.’ all he knows, is when he looks at you, he feels weird and sick and floaty. he ignores it as long as he can, until he’s a mess, blushing and grumbling every time you get too close.

☁︎ “i think i know what your problem is,” you’d murmur, circling him like prey. “do they know?”

☁︎ “know what? you dunno nothin’,” daryl would spit, lip curling in anger.

☁︎ you finally corner him, lips so close, yet too far. “of course they don’t. you wouldn’t let anybody close enough to know you like that, would you? too cold, too manly.”

☁︎ daryl’s breath hitches, and he’s melting. it’s the first time he’s ever kissed a guy, and for some reason, once he starts, he can’t stop. he’s gasping into it, letting you tug his hair until he lets out soft noises of pleasure.

☁︎ “sounds like whining to me,” you would tease, kissing daryl’s neck. “you gettin’ soft now, dixon?”

☁︎ “shut up,” daryl would bite back. “could fuck you till your legs give out.” he’s either saying it because he wants to, or he wants you to prove him wrong. depends on the day.

☁︎ daryl’s bf that makes subtle comments about his character, knowing the man will get flustered and irritated by it. “ah, yeah, daryl could do it. i’ve seen him throw plenty’a guys around.”

☁︎ daryl’s bf that has no issue constantly annoying him with affection and praise. daryl despise being called a ‘good boy,’ and it totally doesn’t make him hard. you grab his hand in secret, squeezing to reassure him. although he’d never say it, the closeness is keeping him sane.

☁︎ daryl that has never really explored sexuality until he got with you. never let himself let go, have someone else in charge. imagining daryl on his stomach, finally allowing himself to feel good. you’re fucking into him slow, each thrust grinding his cock into the mattress. he’s leaking, whining, ripping the sheets with his nails, all the while you’re purring in his ear, “so good, baby. jus’ relax… gon’ make you cum.”

☁︎ but the day you piss him off one too many times, he’s wrecking your tight ass. tugging your hair, snarling in your ear. “stupid motherfucker,” he growls. “teasin’ me all day long. you’ve any idea how hard it is not to pin you to the nearest surface—ah—an’ fuck you senseless?”

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[uglylittlelamb]

queer daryl............

cw: internalized homophobia, homophobia, closeted daryl, bullying mentions.

꩜ growing up, daryl was outwardly homophobic. he learned it from merle, and followed in his footsteps. at first, he was just copying him, but as he got older, there was fear there. fear of being bullied for being queer, weak.

꩜ teenage daryl bullying boys he liked, the crush so buried, it turned to hate.

꩜ merle catching daryl gawking at a male model in a magazine, ripping it up in front of him as he’s yelling at him, calling him the f slur.

꩜ naturally, daryl pushes his desires down so far they morph into this sick hatred, resentment. it isn’t until the goddamn apocalypse that he’s forced to face it again.

꩜ it started when carol hit on him—granted, lighthearted and jokingly, she made the move on daryl. and he couldn’t even respond. he ignored it, moving on quickly, but it stuck in his head. why didn’t he find her attractive? she was pretty, nice.

꩜ next it’s aaron. aaron is kind, giving, understanding, and gentle. he gives daryl space, while still challenging him to branch out, to let others in. he describes his own relationship, and daryl can’t help but wonder how someone could be so open about that.

꩜ don’t get me started on jesus. c’mon, even rick recognized it! obviously, it’s a very heated first interaction, but as jesus redeems himself, daryl can’t help but be fascinated.

꩜ while daryl may not ever outwardly express his queerness, subconsciously, he’s beginning to come to terms with it.

a/n: sorry these are short! if u want more spec queer daryl content lmk!

[uglylittlelamb]

drooling i love gay daryl

i need him w an openly/casually gay bf who's way too casually affectionate

i also mourn the queer stoner fic.

🍃

cw: marijuana use, queer!daryl, size difference, sexual tension.

daryl wasn’t exactly known for anything other than solitude and violence. at least, that’s what he let people assume about him.

it wasn’t until you showed up that people started picking up on the flustered, inexperienced nature of daryl dixon.

you, a lanky, quiet man that no one really understood. daryl found you relatable, constantly wondering what the hell you were thinking, but never daring to ask. that is, until he finally figured out where those heavy eyelids and calm demeanor came from.

marijuana.

daryl was no stranger to pot, but didn’t see the appeal of getting high when the dead roamed the earth. it was a risk. he envied your carefree attitude, however, wishing he had it in him to let go like you could.

eventually, daryl watching you smoke turned into him asking for a puff, which turned into sharing a joint every so often, to kissing against tree bark in the dark, to sleeping in the same bed at night.

you never verbalized your relationship, never put a label on it, but everyone just kinda knew. and that was fine. they knew when your shirt buttons were undone, hair messy and eyes glazed, that it wasn’t just dope. they knew when daryl was late to the watchtower, disheveled and quiet, that he hadn’t ‘overslept.’

the two of you standing together was nearly comical. a skinny little stoner next to the beefy redneck was like a coming-of-age movie, especially knowing behind closed doors, you two were all over each other.

“smokin’ again?” daryl grumbled as he entered the house, setting his knife on the counter.

“so?” you replied, taking a nice, long inhale as you leaned back in the recliner.

daryl’s eyes dilated, shaking his head. he would never say it, but he sounded judgmental to hide the way his stomach flipped. you looked so damn good like that. “nothin’. jus’ askin’.”

“want some?” you raised the blunt.

“nah,” daryl stalked over, slipping his vest off. “jus’ you.”

he leaned in, gripping your jaw tight and kissing you sloppily. he was no flirt, didn’t know how to be romantic, but you didn’t mind. those rough lips made up for it.

“fine by me,” you mumbled against his mouth, stubbing out the joint quickly.

oh, how daryl loved the taste of smoke on your tongue. he’d never admit it, always teasing you for being some ‘junkie hippie,’ but he liked it. he wished he could be like you, all wild and laid back, as if the world wasn’t constantly testing them.

“gimme,” daryl grunted, pulling you closer by your belt. “off.”

he was like a caveman, one word sentences, all grunts and groans. but that was okay, too. you knew what he meant.

a/n: did u rly think i wouldn’t bring it back? i’ll link back to this with his overly affectionate bf <3