Simon x Fem! Doctor! Reader
Tags: Angst.
Word Count: 1.2k
âThat just canât be the end of us.â
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It had been exactly two weeks since you had spoken to him last.
The last 14 days had been nothing short of emotionally draining and mentally exhausting. The two of you had been in fights before. It was completely normal for couples to argue and get into verbal disagreements - that was one of the best ways to build a stronger relationship.
But it would be a lie if you said this one wasnât the biggest blowout you had endured.
When it came to conflict between the two of you, you really tried not to put the blame one something or someone else. This time though, you fully believed that this wouldnât have ever happened if Negan had just kept his everlasting mouth shut for once.
Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader
Tags: Smut. Cockwarming. Jealous Daryl. Daryl's a meanie.
Word Count: 0.4k
"That's gonna be a problem for you then,"
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"Daryl..." You sighed, eyes screwed shut as you took slow breaths. "Please."
"You're fine," He huffed, his hands resting on the tops of your bare thighs, his thumbs massaging back and forth gently across your skin. "Just relax for me."
Daryl was totally relaxed. He was comfortable and felt sure, his body formed into the mattress underneath him. He was having a great time and was totally content watching you squirm and tense up.
His cock was buried deep inside you. His tip was pressing against a bundle of nerves far within you, which was intoxicating yet frustrating when he was restraining you from moving at all.
Every move you made earned you a scolding from him -- which was fun for him, but miserable for you.
You were soaked, the insides of your thighs and Daryl's lap and lower stomach proved that. His cock was sopping from where it rested inside of you, twitching every once in a while from the stimulation.
The sight of you falling to pieces and desperate for him was almost enough for him to give in from this little charade of his. But even with seeing you breathing heavily and practically shaking with anticipation wasn't enough to make him pity you.
Daryl shifted his hips to "readjust", rolling his cock even further into you in a way that made your mouth fall open.
"All filled up, huh?" He grinned with a smirk so cocky that it made your stomach turn.
"You're such an asshole," You hissed, but you couldn't help but laugh. "Daryl, please."
"Baby, no." He mocked, and your jaw clenched. "I told ya if I ever saw him look at you like that again this was gonna happen."
"I didn't even know he did that," You almost wailed. "I can't control how he looks at me."
Unbeknownst to you, apparently (according to Daryl) Eugene had been throwing you some looks throughout the day that Daryl didn't find to be appropriate.
Now here you were, sitting on Daryl's cock and begging for some movement.
"That's gonna be a problem for you then," He scoffed. "I think this is a good way to handle it."
"Yeah. For you." You spat, and as a result, Daryl snapped his hips up one hard time to shut you up.
A few moments of silence passed, the only sounds that were heard were your heavy breathing and strained sounds. Daryl knew he was pushing you pretty hard, and that this was getting you to a limit he hadn't ever pushed you to.
He never took his eyes off of you, monitoring your expressions and sounds for any discomfort or any indication that this was more than you could handle.
"You look pretty sittin' on me," He had a moment of sympathy. "Always pretty."
A brief sparkle glittered over your eyes, which only made Daryl smirk.
"Y-You're going to fuck me now, right?"
Daryl only chuckled, butterflies fluttering in his stomach when you looked at him with pleading eyes.
Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader
Tags: Fluff.
Word Count: 2.1k
"Not ready for tomorrow yet."
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The sun had set over Alexandria long ago.
The hues of orange and purple had faded with the falling sun and transformed the sky into a canvas of inky black, speckled with twinkling stars -- a perfect end to an otherwise arduous day.
Alexandria was thriving, and everyone in it was better than they had been in years...possibly since the apocalypse had begun.
Once a quiet suburban neighborhood, it had become a safe haven for Rick and his fellow survivors in a world full of the living dead. Alexandria was more than another camp...it was a symbol of human resilience and a testament to their will to survive.
There was a consistent supply of food, shelter, water, and (most importantly) safety. It was the safest and the healthiest that Rick and his group had been in a long time.
Alexandria had blossomed into a perfect sanctuary, and everyone was grateful for it. But such a thriving community required intense and constant work to keep it to that standard. Keeping track of weapons, supplies, and all the basic resources was vitally important. When certain supplies were to the point of restocking, Daryl was almost always the errand boy.
He could handle himself better than anyone in Alexandria. He worked well alone, and he could get himself out of a dangerous situation if he found himself in a pinch.
Daryl knew that he had a long day ahead of him from the moment his feet hit the floor early that morning. He had several stops to make on his journey outside of the walls of Alexandria, and a few of those stops were quite out of the way.
Not to mention, the blazing heat of summer was nearly blistering during the day, and even during the night hours, it wasn't much cooler. It was so humid that sometimes it made the air so thick that it felt like breathing soup.
Daryl was used to the heat, and while it didn't bother him all that much -- it still made a long, tiring day even longer and more exhausting.
And the moment that he stepped through the door late that night, he felt a sense of relief crash over him. It was significantly cooler inside your house, and he was so glad to be out of the heat and at home.
He had three things on his mind when he entered your home: food, a shower, and you.
If he could have it his way, he would've liked those things in reverse order -- but he couldn't bring himself to wake you just for a shower you didn't need, and he doubted you wanted to be disturbed just to sit with him while he horked down whatever he could scrounge up for dinner. And he knew you definitely wouldn't want him crawling into bed without eating or showering.
His boots thudded softly against the wooden floor, his steps heavy and not as quiet as he wanted them to be. He knew that you would be long asleep by now, and he wanted to do his best to keep you sleeping peacefully.
He made a beeline for the kitchen, his stomach grumbling and growling with the simple request to be fed. He smacked himself for not snatching a can of something for himself when he was unloading the goodies he had picked up that day, but when he opened the refrigerator -- he realized that he didn't need it.
Right there, sitting perfectly wrapped on the center of the top shelf, was a plate of that night's leftovers that he knew you had saved just for him.
He didn't even need to see what the leftovers were to know that he was about to scarf down every last morsel on that plate. He didn't even bother heating it up because eating it cold didn't make a difference to him in the slightest.
He rinsed his plate (a habit that he only came to have after living with you full time) and left it in the sink to be washed in the morning before moving on to his next step.
He opted to use the shower on the opposite side of the house, knowing that using the one connected to the bedroom would surely end up with you waking up to the sound of him clambering around.
He was caked in dirt, sweat, and who knows what else. He felt five pounds heavier just with whatever was sitting on his skin and clothes. Daryl didn't mind getting dirty and staying dirty, but tonight it was actually bothering him a bit.
Needless to say, a shower was needed.
It was well appreciated nonetheless, and the stream of water felt incredible on his tired muscles that were in need of rest. He took his time though, maneuvering around the tiny guest bathroom shower and scrubbing his body until his natural skin tone wasn't obstructed by muck and grime.
He lathered soap on his face, ears, and neck thoroughly, watching the evidence of the long day wash along the shower floor and down the drain to never be seen again. He rubbed his eyes, feeling his eyelids grow heavier by the minute.
The fatigue was setting in fast. Between his fed belly and the relaxation of home, several hours of sleep were calling his name...and no matter what anybody said, Daryl had made the decision to sleep in the next morning.
After all, he knew you were awaiting him just across the small house, and he would never pass up an opportunity to wake up with you.
Once he felt fresh and clean, he turned off the water and stepped out. He dried himself, wrapping the towel around his waist to make the short journey to the bedroom. He gathered his dirty (an understatement) clothes so they could be washed later, knowing to toss them in the hamper (also a habit he developed post-living with you) by the closet.
His feet made it to the closed bedroom door, and he was slow to open it. As he knew you would be, you were curled up in bed and sleeping soundly.
He stopped in the doorway for just a moment to observe you. Your eyes closed softly and your breathing steady brought a flutter to his heart. It let him know you were comfortable and safe...you felt safe.
You were the balm to his weary soul, your presence a comfort he had come to rely on. He didn't watch you for long, knowing that he would much rather be with you up close than from afar.
He approached his side of the bed, carefully adjusting his pillow and peeling back the covers...to reveal quite the surprise.
Ordinarily, Daryl wasn't sure if he would've even noticed. However, this was such a difference that he wasn't sure if he couldâve not noticed.
New sheets. He thought to himself, the corners of his lips turning up slightly.
In terms of quality, this bedding was a major upgrade. Your last set of sheets were very plain and, despite the fact that they kept you warm, were just plain overused.
But in terms of looks? Daryl wasn't so sure that this new bedding was an improvement.
You had mentioned to him a time or two that you wanted to change up your bedroom. Alexandria was proving to be your permanent home for the foreseeable future, so making your house the way you wanted seemed logical. Over time, Daryl had managed to find random furniture pieces out in the world outside the walls. Lamps, chairs, and whatnot.
Sheets, on the other hand, were much harder to come across. Frankly, Daryl hadn't ever found a set of sheets that were suitable for sleeping on...no matter how many times you washed them.
Daryl studied the sheets. They were light pink, decorated with a simple printed pattern of roses. It wasn't the tacky grandma type of floral/rose design -- this pattern was much more simplistic...dainty even.
Daryl didn't exactly love the sheets. But a bed was a bed, and as long as you were in it, he didn't rightly care.
Least the comforter is the same. He thought to himself.
He climbed into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He tried to keep his movements slow and gentle, but Daryl wasn't exactly known for being graceful.
He winced when you began to stir with a whimper, a brief look of panic in your eyes when they opened.
âHey, heyâŠâ He rested his hands on your shoulders. âItâs just me.â
You stared at him through squinted eyes for only a moment before sighing out a breath of relief and falling back into your pillow. You wasted no time moving closer to him, snuggling up to him with a content, soft smile.
"Hi." You whispered.
"Hey, pretty girl. Sorry I'm so late gettin' in."
You shook your head, not even giving it a second thought.
"It's okay. How was today?" You asked groggily.
He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead. He felt the stress and pressure of the day melt away in the feeling of you.
"Can't complain. Got what we needed," He said. "I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's okay," You shrugged. "I'm happy you're here."
Your face was nuzzled into his neck, the smell of bar soap from his recent shower filling your senses. Daryl danced his fingertips along your back, noting that you were much warmer than he was from being in the bed for longer.
Speaking of, he knew it wouldn't be long before you wanted to discuss your new addition to the room.
âI got new sheets.â You mumbled, but even in your state of half sleep, he could tell you were excited about it.
âMmhm.â He hummed. "I noticed."
The sound of his indifference caused you to pull your head back to look at him.
âYou donât like them?â You asked.
âA bit girly for me. Glad you like âem though,â He said. "Where'd you get 'em?"
"Michonne actually. She and Rick were out today and found a place stocked with that sort of stuff," You explained. "It must've been a Bed Bath and Beyond or something."
"A what?" He snorted.
"Bed Bath and Beyond. It was a furniture/home decor retail store back in the day," You explained. "That was a joke, but it had to have been some kind of home decor store. I don't know how else they could've found bedding this nice and new."
Daryl gave a small chuckle, amused by your high enthusiasm for just a set of new sheets. But he understood that they were much more than just sheets to you. They comforted you, and they gave you something to be excited about.
"What do you have to do tomorrow?" You asked, and Daryl couldn't help but groan.
He didn't want to think about tomorrow yet. He had literally just finished today. He knew that, even with a late start, he would have a day just like today: busy, hot, and exhausting.
For now, he wanted to enjoy the end of today...or what was left of it at least. He wanted to hold you close, get some sleep, and be thankful for another day survived.
And hope for many more to come.
"Same ol' things," He sighed. "Not ready for tomorrow yet."
You understood what he meant and ditched the topic. He smirked when you kissed him, which was your way of changing the subject and when you had run out of things to say.
Not that Daryl minded.
He held your face in his hand, keeping you close and preventing you from straying far from him. He felt himself melt into you, the best feeling in the world after a day like this. He wished he could have this every night.
His kisses were lazy and slow, which was a bit out of the norm for him. You could tell he was fighting sleep, and you didn't blame him in the slightest for being tired.
"How about we get some sleep? I know you're exhausted." You brushed a strand of hair from his eyes, noting how heavy they looked.
Normally, he would've fought for a few more minutes...but tonight, sleep sounded all too good.
"Yeah." He agreed.
"Talk more in the morning?" You asked, and he gave a grin.
"'Course, baby." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head.
Daryl shifted further under the covers, making sure that you were snuggled in and warm. Daryl kept you close for the rest of the night, sharing kisses when he could and keeping you in his dreams.
Daryl was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself while frowning slightly.
âWhat are you doing?â
You asked softly, rubbing your eyes while coming out of the bathroom of your shared house in Alexandria, your voice raspy from waking up just a few minutes ago.Â
âNothinââ
You hummed softly before plopping down on your bed, tilting your head slightly while balancing yourself on your elbows to look at him, you frowned slightly at his own frown before moving up to himÂ
âCâmereâÂ
You sat behind him, grabbing his waist to rest your forehead against his naked backÂ
âHmmâÂ
You began to rub his waist, kissing his lower back before moving your hands to his tummy, resting them there.
You loved his tummy.
âYouâre so beautiful, you know that, right?â
Your voice was muffled by his skin.
He let his head fall back in appreciation, his brown locks looking even longer than before.Â
ââm oldâ
You almost missed what he said
You stood up, running your hands up his hips and over his chest before resting your chin on his shoulder to look at him through the mirror
âYouâre so beautiful, loveâÂ
You kissed his neck before speaking againÂ
âLook at youâ
Another kissÂ
âLook at your waist that I, oh, so love to hold and squeezeâ
A squeeze to his waist follows
âYour beautiful, beautiful chest that makes a perfect pillow for meâ
He hums softly in appreciation while closing his eyes as you squeezed his chest, running your hands up and downÂ
âAnd your arms, oh my god, your big, strong arms that you wrap so lovingly around me. I mean, oh my god, theyâre bigger than my head, babyâÂ
You said that while littering both of his arms with kissesÂ
âAnd your shoulders are so bigâ
A hard squeeze to his shoulders follows and a groan from him in response
âI am so in love with youâÂ
Your hands wandered down to his hands
âYou know whatâs my favourite part, though?â
âWhaâ?â
Your lips hovered over his earÂ
âYour handsâ
You took both of his hands in your own, squeezing them before bringing them up to your lips to kiss them.
âI love when you wrap them around my neck or tangle them in my hair while kissing. Theyâre so big it makes my mouth waterâÂ
You returned to his back, littering his scars with kisses. You noticed the way his body tensed up for a second before fully relaxing again
âThe way your back muscles move when you work, the sweat running down your body-â
You hummed before speaking againÂ
âDrives me crazyâÂ
You moved your chin back to rest on his shoulder, looking at him through your lashes through the mirror
âYouâre beautifulâ
He hums before turning around to look at you, you circle your arms around his waist while he wraps his arms around your shoulder.
the sound of your whines filled the room, echoing against the walls as you squirmed on darylâs lap.
your cunt was stuffed full of his cock while he sat, casually sharpening the blade of his knife.
although he told you to wait, you were desperate for his touch.
your pussy clenched around his length, evoking a slight groan out of him.
âcome on daryl, stop being so fucking stubborn.â
darylâs hands gripped your hips tightly, halting your movement and holding you still. his nails dug painfully into your soft skin.
âi told you not to move,â he muttered through gritted teeth, obviously fed up with your antics.
you whined again in response. âplease? canât you finish up later?â
in an attempt to crack him, you fully ground your hips down on his cock.
daryl grasped your hips even rougher than before. âcanât take ânoâ for an answer, can ya?â your disregard for his orders finally sent him over the edge. âwho taught you to be such a fuckinâ brat?â
