#twddarylxmalereader

[shok-oy]

twd characters x male reader. headcanons. masterlist

✒️ ... prompt : their love language/s pt. 1 [ alexandria editon ]

rick grimes

- acts of service & physical touch

the man is always exhausted after a day's worth of putting out fires around the community, solving everyone's problems little by little, and slowly shaping the people of alexandria into a strong community. all he wants to do after a long day is rest, usually on the couch. that's where you come in; help him out of his boots, give him a nice pillow to rest his head on, he'll lay on your lap later and let you feed him. sometimes he'll talk; complain about how his day went, sometimes he'll just be quiet, enjoying your presence. if you run your fingers through his hair or massage his chest, watch as he just melts away, he becomes absolute putty in your hands.

carl grimes

- quality time

ever since the group arrived in alexandria, carl was sort of... left to his own devices. you and him both. while his father encouraged everyone to explore, meet the members of alexandria, you and carl would often sneak out past the wall and venture into the forest where you two would stay until the sun begins to set, reading comics from cover to cover, twice. carl often enjoys the silence, choosing to simply bask in your presence, but he wouldn't mind if you yapped his ear off. he just likes spending time with you, knowing that you were safe and happy and the two of you could just be happy together.

glenn rhee

- gift giving & words of affirmation

glenn knows what you like; even if you had only mentioned it once a long time ago, glenn would remember it for years to come. everytime he'd go out on a run, he always made sure to bring back something for you; a trinket, an accessory, anything that reminded him of you. "i thought you'd like it." is what glenn would always say. he was always right. glenn is an optimist through and through,but there are times when he'd think negative thoughts, wondering what could go wrong, pondering on people who could get hurt, and whatnot, but he always bounces back easily as soon as you talk to him. you're the person he trusts most in the world, and if you tell him things will be alright, that he's the strongest man you know, he'll believe you.

daryl dixon

- quality time

daryl isn't very expressive or clingy, but of all things, he enjoys the time he spends alone with you. just knowing that you're by his side, you have his back and he has yours, is enough for him. he enjoys a quiet stroll through the forest or a ride on his motorbike with no particular destination in mind, just you and him on his bike on the open road is enough to fulfill him.

abraham ford

- physical touch

abraham can easily go off the rails, lashing out on everyone around him when he's pissed off, but one touch from you, and he's like a tamed dog. a good slap to the face from you easily snaps him out it (if someone else would do this, he'd get even more pissed off). he likes holding you in his arms, and he absolutely adores it when you're just drawing invisible patterns on his skin with your fingertips. he likes having you close, always having an arm around your shoulders or your waist, and he would absolutely adore it if you lean your head on his chest or on his shoulder; it makes him feel powerful, and needed.

ron anderson

- quality time & words of affirmation

ron hasn't had it easy. his father was an asshole to him, his brother, and his mother, but he couldn't do anything about it. what was a kid like him supposed to do against his father? thankfully, your untimely arrival on alexandria brought him a sense of comfort. he doesn't like staying at his house, it wasn't a home, but for him, you were his home. hearing reassuring words from you was enough to keep him going, but he kept his father's abuses from you for as long as he could. but when you found out, you gave him a piece of your mind, and when you tried to do the same to his father, ron stopped you. he feared his father would take him from you, so he would endure... just for you.

heath

- acts of service

heath likes to do things for you, he always tries goes above and beyond. the apocalypse may have limited how he showed his love and adoration for you, but trust me, heath would find a way. but heath always seems to malfunction when you're the one doing things for him. volunteering to drive, or to stay up for night watch, or carrying his heavy bag... sometimes, heath would pretend to struggle when carrying his things just so you would come over and help him. he would always enjoy the sight of you walking away with a heavy bag on your back while carrying two heavy boxes of supplies without so much as breaking a sweat.

aaron

- physical touch

aaron likes to stay close to you at all times. when out looking for survivors to bring back to alexandria, there was always danger lurking around in every corner. aaron would never admit it, but whenever he's scared, he likes to hold your hand. he says he does it so you two don't get separated... but then again, that is his biggest fear; getting separated from you forever. he's big on kisses too; and he absolutely loves it when you hold his face with your hands and plant kisses all over his face, especially after you shave his beard for him.

~ shokoy ☆

[shok-oy]

minors dni [smut]. season 4. daryl dixon x male reader. masterlist

✒️ ... watchtower

a prison wasn't exactly what one would consider a home, but in a world where the dead eat the living, it was its own paradise. y/n was one of the people rick grimes brought into the prison from woodbury, he was one of the governor's soldiers, but he had adamantly refused to take part in the slaughter that the governor was planning, so he stayed behind in woodbury to protect those who were unable to fight. y/n became one of the prison's council members. rick and his peers thought it would be good for the people of woodbury to have a representative speak up for them in the council.

he was doing good work, but daryl, who was naturally distrustful of new people and wary around big crowds, didn't seem to like y/n all that much. he never cared enough to answer y/n properly, always grunting and huffing, he wouldn't face him, and when they were on a council meeting, he would catch daryl side-eyeing him from his seat.

finally, he had enough. he wanted what's best for him and the people of woodbury he hoped the two groups would adapt to each other better, but daryl seems to have other plans.

"daryl, do you not like having us around?" y/n asks daryl as they were together on watch one cold evening. "me and the people from woodbury, i mean."

"s'all right." daryl grunted, rolling his shoulder. "more people builds civilization."

the way daryl grunted as he rolls his shoulder in discomfort made y/n think; was his shoulder in pain? woodbury had a decent doctor, and he was brought to the prison as well. daryl could go to him if he needed help.

"is your shoulder alright?" y/n asks.

"m'fine." daryl huffed, making y/n chuckle.

"sure you are." y/n shook his head. "if you don't wanna see the doc, its fine, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to fix that up."

daryl doesn't say anything and y/n thinks he was too proud to admit he needed help. y/n chuckled.

"hey, uh... i used to be a licensed physiotherapist, so i could help you out if you want?" y/n offers kindly, trying to benice to the gruff man.

the bowman looks him up and down through his oily hair. he doesn't find a trace of malice in y/n's eyes when he briefly caught sight of him. he grunted, turning around and facing away from y/n. he sighed, thinking daryl had rejected his kind offer, but daryl looks at him over his shoulder.

"what're you waitin' around for?" daryl motions to his shoulder.

y/n was surprised, but incredibly pleased. he smiles before putting his trained fingers on daryl's shoulder; he immediately feels his hard muscles, and he could practically feel the tension in his own muscles. he began to press lightly, being gentle with his touches. daryl grunted a little as y/n massaged his aching shoulder. after a few circular motions on his shoulders using his fingers, daryl could sense y/n taking a deep breath.

in one single motion, y/n popped bck daryl's shoulder into place. surprised, daryl whipped around and grabbed y/n's wrist, not noticing how he was using his previously sore shoulder, which wasn't sore anymore, surprisingly. y/n stared at him, waiting in anticipation of what daryl was about to do.

"where'd you learn to do that?" daryl grunts.

"like i said; i was a licensed physiotherapist." y/n answers quietly.

to his surprise, daryl leans over him, their foreheads practically touching as daryl stares him down as if he were asserting his dominance. y/n felt small under daryl's gaze; he slowly got on his knees, maintaining eye contact with daryl, fearing that if he looked away right now, daryl would be gone. daryl watches him closely, but he doesn't make a move away or anything. y/n palms the growing tent in between the man's pants, and he subconsciously licks his lips.

"i could also... help you with other problems?" y/n offers with a smirk. daryl doesn't move or say anything, leading y/n to believe daryl was letting him have his way.

he slowly unzips the man's pants; daryl cocks his head to the side, still keeping his eyes trained on y/n. he pulls down daryl's pants and underwear, freeing the man's half-hard cock. it gently pressed aginst his lips, as if it was trying to invite itself inside. y/n smirks, wrapping his hand around it, he moves his hand up and down, feeling the thick and bulging veins on the sides of daryl's cock.

daryl doesn't say anything. y/n's eyes flutter shut and he opens his mouth, immediately engulfing daryl's cock with his plump lips until his nose was buried deep in daryl's pubes.

daryl's musty scent invades his notrils, and as daryl's cock prodded the back of his throat, he could barely breathe. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and daryl's fingers run through y/n's hair as he sucks in a breath. he withdraws his hips as his fingers tighten their grip on y/n's h/c hair. y/n squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself as daryl thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock in y/n's mouth. he was careful not to let his teeth graze the man's cock. his tongue dragged all over daryl's dick, lathering him up with saliva before daryl withdraws his cock again before thrusting in.

daryl bit his lip as he builds a steady pace. his hips continued moving as y/n could do nothing but accept him. as daryl mercilessly abuses his mouth, his hands undid his own zipper and he brought out his rock-hard cock, leaking pre-cum at the tip. a moan struggles to escape him as he pumps his hand up and down his cock, smearing precum all over his hands and himself.

tears threatened to escape y/n's eyes. his throat felt like it was being violated with every thrust of daryl's hips. his now, rock-hard cock could reach the very back of y/n's throat with ease.

"fffucck...." daryl groaned lowly. he looks down, seeing the utterly fucked out look on y/n's face. he smirks as he sees the man beneath him, pleasuring himself. with one hand on his cock, viciously pumping up and down, trying to match daryl's pace so they could cum together, while his other hand was thrusting three fingers into his hole, and he imagined it was daryl's cock instead, messing up his insides.

"damn," daryl smirked, his pace growing quicker as he could feel his release incoming. "you like that, huh? like bein' used like a fuckin' doll cuz 'its what you are."

y/n barely registers the words daryl said, he could only nod his head as best as he could as his mouth continued to pour choked and strangled moans.

" fuck!" daryl cusses, feeling his release being built up to the edge. "yer gonna take it all, huh... won't'cha, dollface?" daryl continues his merciless pace, ignoring how pretty tears fell from y/n's eyes as he could practically feel the air being punched out of him.

daryl groaned, tugging on y/n's hair and burying himself deep into his throat. his cock spurted out strings of cum down his throat before he thrusts in and out again, riding out his high. y/n's hand released his hold hold on his cock as it continuously spurted out strings of hot cum, spilling onto the floor.

when daryl was finally spent, he finally removed his cock from y/n's mouth. with one hand, he holds his jaw, tilting it upwards so he could look up at him. he gulped down what was left of his cum on his mouth before opening wide, showing daryl that he had swallowed it all.

"heh," daryl chuckled. "good boy."

~ shokoy ☆