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I’m obsessed with the thought of young Daryl and reader being losers and just spending their days by the lake doing nothing but drink and kiss sigh…….
“I somehow see what’s beautiful
🪽 in things that are ephemeral.”
(gifs&pics not mine!!)
"the hat is the same, the path is different. But they both have the same quiet, stubborn courage"
Daryl
(How u can turn this into a board idk but..) Officer Rick picking up his friends daughter from a party and Rick gets a lil overprotective... (smutty ig?)
“Alright party’s over doll, you’re leavin’ ” Rick says barging into the living room of the house party you were at.
“What are you doing here Rick?” you hiccup trying to conceal the evidence of the vodka bottle you were holding.
“Come on we’re leaving, your dad asked me to get ya” Rick sighs realising how drunk you are
“No Rick please I don’t wanna go”
“Yeah she said she’s good bro” chuckles the host of the party who was sat next to you with his arm over your shoulder, sizing up Rick.
“ ‘Scuse me” Rick laughs and tilts his head towards him taking his harsh gaze off of you for a moment.
“You heard me old man, get the fuck out of my party”
Rick clenches his fist and his jaw ticks while he makes his decision, eventually reaching down to pick you up off the couch and throw you over his shoulder, maintaining full eye contact with the boy who you’d been cosying up to all night.
He could smell the odour of virginia slims and liquor on you and as he walked out he casually flashed the police badge from his pocket and the boy gulped.
When you made it outside Rick opened the car door, sat you down and swiftly clicked your seatbelt in before you could protest.
As he climbed into his side of the car you sat there pouting at him and he just glared ahead at the street gripping the steering wheel with no attempt to start the car. Knuckles nearly white from the thoughts stirring in his head.
Who the fuck was that guy?
Why’d he have his arm around you?
Why’s your skirt so short?
Fucking slut.
He could see the pout remained on your face from his peripheral vision and it was becoming harder and harder for him to stay mad.
He finally broke when he heard you whimper and watched you sink down into the seat slowly, spreading your legs with your pretty little eyes staring at him intently.
Raising an eyebrow at you, his adam’s apple bobbed up and down in anticipation as he felt his dick betray him as it throbbed against the rough denim of his jeans.
(my first time ever writing anything lowk nervous)
Dating Sheriff Rick
