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It's a zombie apocalypse and you are stuck in this place!
How are you doing?
great!
okay, I can make this work
Not great, probably can't make this work
A zombie
Dead (non-zombie related)
Results/it depends
(zombies work by standard zombie rules, boarded doors and biting)
The most Unfortunate Situations to be in when a Zombie Apocalypse suddenly breaks out
on a first date that was not going well, but now you're stuck on the run with your date
on a long, isolated hike, returning to desolate cities with no way to get any information on what happened, where survivor communities might be, how to stay safe, etc.
on a ride at an adventure park, watching everyone on the ground be overrun while pinned in place with a dozen or so people
on set for a zombie movie, unable to tell actors and the real thing apart
at a con in full costume, which makes for surprisingly good protection from bites but not a very comfortable outfit to be on the run in
having just left the tattoo parlor after getting your partner‘s bite mark tattooed… which no one would ever believe, so everyone thinks you‘re infected
[Prompt Calender: May 23rd, Zombie Awareness Month]
Zombie apocalypse au posting
Happy Halloween!!🎃
.⋆♱ don't you know you’ll be my ruin?
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !, porn w/ very little plot, religious references, age gap (reader is hershel's middle daughter so around 19), biting, virginity being taken, degradation of reader's religion, p in v, spanking + groping, Dom Daryl / sub reader, dirty talk, slight aftercare
pairings: s2!daryl dixon x greene!fem!reader
word count: 804 words
songs I listened to while writing: emotions, white feather hawk tail dear hunter (remix), love is a losing game, fake the aroma, inbred...
a/n: Quick smut for you guys as I work on my Rick fic !! think my religious trauma came a little into play w this, apologies, i'm ovulating x
No amount of repentance was going to save you from this, not now.
The both of you knew this was a mistake, a grave one at that. If your father was to ever to find that a man, years older than the purest of his daughters had been the one to take her innocence in the home that he had welcomed him and his group into, he’d take that shotgun where it lay in the bedroom drawer and put a bullet to his head, consequences be dammed…
Your father loved you dearly, loved all of his daughters in the way that God had assigned for him to do. 'Love one another as I have loved you' was a quote that you were very much familiar with, something your father, the devoted man of God that he was, had driven into you and your sisters heads ever since infancy.
But since Rick Grimes and his cohorts had came to live on your father's land, the religious saying you had been following your entire life was starting to slip. The group, as grateful as most of them were, were starting to get on your last nerve. Did they really have nowhere else to go? Your father was too kind and the downfall of the barn made that clear. After the events of that day, it seemed that there was somebody else that hated the group as much as yourself and it wasn't Maggie.
Daryl Dixon was exactly the type of man your father wouldn't accept of. Maybe that was what made you so attracted to him, the chance to taste sin. The world had came to an end anyways... it was silly to believe God was still here, watching over you and your family. So with that, you decided it was time you acted out, let your desires roam free, even if the consequences to them were to be dire.
You quickly became infatuated with Daryl. Lust had began to consume you whole, leading to the older man now moving in response to your quietly contained whimpers against his palm.
'yer like that, huh? like that pretty lil' mouth bein' forced shut f'me?'
He whispers down into your ear, his body shifting against the curve of your ass placing his palm flat against your linen covers so that he could hover over your smaller figure, driving himself deeper into your virgin pussy. The way you tighten at his words makes him gruff even deeper, the squeeze of your pussy around his member making him pump himself harder into you.
The force of his movements leads you to mindlessly bite down on the rough skin of his palm, salt and grit now dissolved against the tip of your tongue, leading you to whimper deeper into his hand. You reach out for the embroidered pillow your recently deceased step-mother had made for your 15th birthday as he moves faster than before, nails now dug into the sides of the immaculate Marys face portrayed on the front of the cushion, earning a little laugh from Daryl as he caught eye of it.
'wouldn't be holdin' on ta mary now baby'
He teases, the smirk on his face hidden from view as he continues to drill into you from behind, not slowing his movements for even a second.
'fuck- mmph-- you'
You reply pathetically, hurling closer and closer to finishing, letting your head drop into the face of the virgin woman and letting yourself moan into the pillow instead of Daryl's hand which had now made its way to your ass instead, gripping the piece of flesh aggressively before smacking down on it quietly. Your back arches up further in response, moving your hips back into his gurthy length like a bitch in heat when his movements start to get sloppier.
'mm-- cmon, come on ma dick sweetheart'
He moans this time, making sure to keep his voice down, unlike yourself who is still moaning and whining desperately into the pillow as he feels his cock twitch inside of you, indicating that he was close. But he holds himself back, making sure you ride out your own filthy orgasm before he slips out of you, shooting his load onto the expanse of your back with a low and deep groan.
The image is almost pornographic. Even as he comes down, he can feel his cock twitch at the sight of you fucked out on your stomach before him, head rested atop of a goddamn symbol of virginity. The irony of it.
He leans over you slowly, taking the roll of tissue placed half hazardly on your bed side and cleaning you up gently, not bothering to move you from the position you were clearly comfortable being in and letting himself rest beside you.
You were both going to hell for this.
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