Whatever Character I’m Currently Into

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Daryl Relationship HCs

Summary: How Daryl would be in a relationship, could be platonic or romantic. Gender neutral reader. Reader works in the infirmary.

Warnings: None

• Daryl loves to bring you gifts • You think its his love language, providing for you and giving things to you • He started at the prison when he would go on runs. Everyone would ask him for something, everyone but you, so he had to decide what to get you for himself • His gifts were always thoughtful; coffee when he noticed you were out, a white coat so you could feel like a real doctor again, books about 19th century medicine for your education, etc. • He spends a lot of time observing you from a distance, in admiration, and can often sense what you need before you even know it • He is a man of action instead of words • He walks you to the infirmary anytime he's home in the morning, and picks you up in the evening, most of the time having to drag you away • If you ever want to stay and study, or are preparing medicine late at night, he'll sit there with you. • He'll sit there and make arrows, or read a book, or help you restock the cabinets, and if there's nothing to do, he simply hangs around • Because that's your love language, quality time. Even if you're just sitting in silence, doing separate things, all you need is each other's presence to be happy • Your favorite gift he's ever gotten you was a portable dvd player • At Alexandria you started a tradition to always watch something on it before bed. • After that, his gifts started to be dvds of movies or tv shows that you could watch together. • One time he brought back wild flowers, a more romantic gesture than he was accustomed to, but when you said you loved them, your vase was never empty from that point on • When he could tell you were getting antsy from being within the walls for too long, he would take you tracking, or to look for medicinal herbs for your shelves • He knew you better than you knew yourself • One day Daryl brought an inured kitten home for you, black, like the one you told him you had before the turn • He insisted it was just for you, and that he didn’t like cats, only dogs • But the first time it nestled its self itself on his lap, he was whipped • Harley was definitely both of yours • He never lets you suffer alone in your insomnia, no matter how tired he is or how much you beg him to sleep without you • He tells you stories about the better parts of his childhood, or the more comical stories that included Meryl, until you drift to sleep • Daryl always goes to find you when he returns from a trip before anything else, no matter how long he was gone or if he has something else to do • He knows you like knowing he's safe inside the walls again, plus always he misses you no matter how long he's gone • Most of all, Daryl loves you, and when you're loved by Daryl, you want for nothing

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Stranger

Daryl breaks into the wrong house looking for Sophia. He’s met with y/n and her extreme animosity towards strangers. 

Season 2 TWD

Warnings: None

You were studying your book of natural medicine when you heard the creaking of foot steps on the front porch. A single shadow passed the window and reflected on the living room wall. "Colby, go upstairs and don't make a sound." You whispered to your younger brother. He did as you said as you grabbed the revolver and followed him until the top step. There you sat with a good view of the door and waited for the assailant to enter. The element of surprise was your best weapon as you'd been out of bullets for weeks.

A few minutes went by with no disturbance, they're probably walking the perimeter looking for another entrance, you thought. Unfortunately for the stranger, all the other ways in were sealed up tight from the inside. So you waited, listening for any indication that the stranger was not alone. It was completely silent until the sound of footsteps reached the porch again. The doorknob slowly turned, only to be stopped by the lock. Then there was the sound of metal on metal against the knob, they're trying to pick the lock. After a few minutes, the lock finally clicked and you mirrored the movement with the cocking of your gun.

The door slowly opened, revealing the front of a crossbow carried by two strong arms. "Any further and you're asking for a bullet in the brain.”

He ignored your bluff and took a step inside, making himself seen. "Drop the bow."

Your threats didn't seem to faze him as he proceeded to point the crossbow at you. "Watch where ya pointin' that gun lady," he paused to look around, "I ain't here to take yer shit."

"Oh, so you broke into my house with good intentions?"

"You 'lone?" He asked before taking a second, more detailed look around.

"For now, but my husband will back soon. And I don't think he'll too happy coming home and seeing stranger threatening his wife." Your second lie, you broke eye contact to gesture towards the rather large work boots you kept by the door, hoping they would make a stranger think twice before breaking in. He glanced at the boots before continuing his unrelenting glare. "But lucky for you, I'm more forgiving than him. So if you leave now, I'll let you live."

He stared you down for a few more seconds before reluctantly dropping the bow to his side. "M'lookin' for a lil' girl, ya seen 'er?"

You shook your head, "Haven't seen any gi-,"

"We ain't seen no girl and you should get the hell out of our house, because I'm not afraid to use this thing," You were interrupted by the failed attempt of a low voice from your prepubescent brother. He came up behind you and held a shotgun that was far too heavy for him.

The man lifted his crossbow towards your brother. That’s when you stood with the gun, blocking his shot. "Point that thing at him again and you'll be wishing it was just my husband coming for you," you yelled in a more serious tone than before.

"This the husband yer talkin' 'bout? He's a lil' small for them boots."

He saw through your lie. "Drop the weapon, now,” you said, "to the floor this time."

He dropped the bow it to his side and put his opposite hand up in surrender, "Aye, aye, aye, I don’t mean it as a threat. I'm tryna say, if you let me go, you can come back with me. I gotta a group, with kids 'round his age," He motioned towards your brother. "Even right now m'lookin for a lil girl of ours." He took a doll out of his back pocket to show you. "I ain't lyin', just lemme go and I'll show ya."

The prospect of your brother having a kid his age was tempting, but you couldn’t take any chances. "And I'm just supposed to believe your story based on a dirty doll you coulda picked up anywhere?" That comment seemed to piss him off as he shook his head and lifted his bow back up.

"Dammit lady I ain't got time for this. If you ain't seen no girl and you don't wanna come, then I'm leavin'." He started out the door. "If you're gonna shoot me, then shoot me."

You walked down a few stairs, gun still aimed at him, "Not so fast, you know where we live now. I can't risk letting you go." He stopped as you contemplated for a second.

"You give me your weapon and I'll go with you to your camp. If what you say is true, I'll consider joining your group or letting you go. But if you're lying, I'll kill ya and not lose any sleep over it."

"I ain't lyin, but you ain't takin' my bow neither," he stated defiantly. "And if you had the balls to kill me, you'd a done it already." He took a step out the door, he was right and you both knew it.

You followed him outside, "Wait." He continued to ignore you.

"You're right! I can't kill you for not doing anything to us," You paused, then aimed your gun toward his lower half. "But what I can do is shoot you in the leg and let the future decide your fate." He stopped walking and faced you. "Every dead person for miles will hear the shot. You'll be injured and fighting them off while I pack up with my brother and get the hell outta dogde." He tensed his jaw and chewed his bottom lip, he finally believed one of your threats.

"Yer a real piece of work ain't ya."

"I don't take any chances."

He lowered his head down and shook it, "Ight, I'll take ya back to my group. But you still ain't getting' my bow." He slung it around his back.

"The bow or a bullet to the leg." You insisted. "I'm sorry, I want to believe you, but I can't take any chances. We've had our fair share of run ins with some bad people, and I've got a kid to think about." You wanted to believe him, his story seemed genuine. Why else would he be carrying around a doll in his back pocket? Plus he could have easily shot or overpowered you if really he wanted to. If he really is looking for a kid, You didn’t want to keep him from his search for too long. "Please, the quicker you cooperate, the quicker you can get back to your search for the girl." He ran his hand through his hair and scratched his head in contemplation.

"I'll even let you keep that knife for the dead on the way." He glared up at you through his long hair, searching your face for something. He must have found it because he eventually gave a grunt of submission and dropped bow.

You gave him a smile, "That wasn't so hard now was it?" You walked toward the bow and got a better look at him. He was dirty for sure, but under the grime was a not so terrible looking man. He gave you space to pick up the bow, but analyzed your every move.

It was heavier than it looked and when you let out a huff picking it up, the corner of his mouth twitched up for a millisecond. "You even know how to use that thing?" He muttered.

"Sure, point and shoot," You teased. You had actually never even touched a crossbow before today.

He grunted in disapproval, "Let's get a move on, we ain't got all day."

You nodded in agreement, "But first I'm gonna see my brother and tell him the plan. How long do you think we'll be gone?"

"What do you mean we? He ain't comin'?"

"If this is a trap, I'm not putting my brother in danger. He's safer in this house than he is out in the woods with the dead. If you're telling the truth, I'll come back later and bring him to the camp."

He averted his eyes from his hands for a second to squint at you through strands of hair. "Ight, just be quick about."

You ran up to the house to find your brother already standing in the doorway, watching the whole interaction. "You're not going alone with that man." He said defiantly, he heard everything.

"Sure I am. And this time you're actually going to listen to me and stay in the house. You've already done enough today. I had it all handled until you came in."

"Bullshit. There was a strange man in our house and you were just talkin' with him."

"Language, you make think you're a man but you're only 11 years old. I'm in charge and you're staying here and protecting our stuff. Go it?" You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for a response. He only huffed in annoyance. God, you’d had your fill of stubborn men today.

"Colby, If this all works out, it might not have to be just me and you anymore. You could be with kids your own age again."

He rolled his eyes and glanced at his shoes. "If you wanna get yourself killed, go ahead. I'll be here protecting the stuff" He said the last part with air quotation marks, you’ll never get used to his angsty teen faze.

You shook your head and said a quick "I love you too," before pulling him in for an unreturned hug. He eventually gave in and hugged back. Despite all of your arguing and age difference, you were really close. The last thing you wanted to do was to leave him alone, but you knew he could protect himself. You'd rather him be alive than led into a trap, or worse.

"I'll be back soon. Pack up the stuff while I'm gone. We'll either be checking out a new group or finding a new place when I get back." He finally agreed and you finally went into the house.

You kept an eye on the stranger while grabbing some things for the road and making sure the house was secure before leaving.

"Took your sweet time didn't ya."

"You're worse than my brother. Everyone's sassing me today. Just shut up and keep my earlier threat in mind." You patted your gun that was holstered to your thigh.

He mumbled something under his breath and started walking.

"What's your name anyway?"

"Daryl." He said simply, not returning the question.

"Not that you care, but my name is y/n." You paused. "And for your sake Daryl, you better be telling the truth," you started walking, "or be one hell of a one-legged fighter.”

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Watching reality tv with Sonny would include:

Even though he would never admit it, Sonny loves reality tv. It’s lightweight and silly and takes his mind off the heavy nature of his job.

“If I had a nickel for every time they said ‘like’ I’d be a millionaire.”

“I dunno why I even watch this trash, I’m gonna turn it off.”

... 10 minutes later.

“Did she really just give that walking protein shake a rose.”

“A 20 year old can’t make tea? My ma taught me how to make cannolis before I could walk.”

“I swear ya lose half your brain cells just watchin’ these things.”

“Doll, marry me just so I know I’ll never have to subject myself to this.”

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Phone calls with Sonny would include:

“Good mornin’ doll.”

“I just wanted a hear your voice.”

“You didn’t text back for 20 minutes I thought you’d been murdered.”

“Buzz me in I brought takeout.”

“Stay on the phone until you get home, for my sake.”

“Sweet dreams doll.”

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Jealous?

You walked into The Grill to meet Elijah, only to find no Elijah and a certain Salvatore smirking at you.

Elijah x reader, a little Damon x reader

Warning: 18+ 100% smutty Elijah smut. Some spanking and light choking.

“Looking ravishing tonight, y/n. Finally going to come home with me?” Damon asked. You chuckled and ordered a drink.

“Well if a certain original vampire doesn’t show up, it might be the best night of your miserable life, Damon.”

You grabbed your drink and aout of the corner of your eye you saw a well-dressed suit walk in, knowing it could only be one person. Damon also noticed.

“I guess your world won’t be rocked tonight,” he whispered over his whiskey glass. 

You could feel Elijah staring and knew you had to take this opportunity. You gave Damon a sultry look and tilted your head to expose your bare neck while placing a hand on his arm.

“I think there’s time yet,” you said with a smirk. 

He smiled devilishly and kissed your hand. “The first of many things I hope to kiss tonight.”

“Is that right?” You smiled.

Minutes of flirty conversation passed, allowing you to show off. The twirling of your hair, a quick grip on his leg to stay steady, were such simple movements that you knew were being watched by another in the room.

Damon knew your game. He didn’t seem to care but he got up to leave, knowing you wouldn’t actually be leaving with him. 

To finish the show you leaned into him and placed a sloppy wet kiss which he gladly returned. In a second you saw a dark figure standing just inches away. 

Damon looked up from the kiss and immediately excused himself with a simple “See you later sugar” when he saw Elijah.

“I hope you haven’t degraded yourself so much as to be seduced by Damon Salvatore,” he spat out in his usual calm demeanor, but you could tell your little stunt got to him.

“Oh Damon wasn’t the one doing the seducing,” you said with a smile. He remained straight-faced, only speaking to order a bourbon. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you jealous of Damon?”

“I don’t care who you sleep with, y/n. I would prefer that you wouldn’t flirt with other men when we were supposed to be meeting,” he stated just as calm as before, only not looking you in the eye.

You laughed and swished around the alcohol in your almost empty glass. “If you didn’t care you wouldn’t be mentioning it, hell if you didn’t care you wouldn’t have stopped my make-out session.”

That’s when he gave you a look that made your heart drop. You had finally achieved the response you were looking for, so you let up a bit.

“What you didn’t know?” You paused and ran your hand under his tie, then looked him directly in the eyes. “That little show was all for your benefit.”

He grasped your wrist tightly and sat it on the bar. “In what world would your little affair with Damon be for me?”

You bit your lip, casually resting your hand on his thigh and leaning in so that your lips grazed his ear.

“You know that you’re the only one I would ever leave here with,” you whispered so lightly so only he could hear. “Admit it. You loved scaring Damon away, knowing you’re the only man who can actually touch me tonight”

You moved your hand farther up his thigh and he grabbed it again and raised it to the bar level, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

Still gripping your wrist he said, “Don’t play with me y/n,” and then dropped it to your side.

“Oh Elijah darling, I’m not playing. But if you are, I’m sure Damon is more than happy to give me a ride home.” You said before finishing your drink.

“He’s probably outside, I can still catch him if I leave now.”

You bit your bottom lip again and smirked. That’s when he grabbed your arm and dragged you outside.

He pressed you hard up against the wall of the alley, holding your hands above your head. His face just inches away from yours.

He lifted your dress up and ran his fingers under your panties, making you moan. He covered your mouth.

“Still want to find Damon?” He asked will rubbing your wet folds. You shook your head. “I didn’t think so.”

He picked you up so you were straddling his hips. You started grinding on the hardness that had started forming in his pants. That’s when he dropped you, causing you to let out a soft cry.

“I can’t very well do what I want to do to you in an alley now can I?” He said before snatching your hand and leading you to his car.

The ride seemed like forever. The only interaction was his firm grip on your thigh as he drove. When he arrived at your house he was quick to open your car door and drag you to the front door of the house.

You fumbled with your keys, but as soon as the door opened he threw you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs to the bedroom.

When you arrived he threw you on the bed and kicked the door shut with his foot.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, y/n.”

You nodded playfully and sat up to start undoing his tie, but he only pushed you back down.

 “Ah, ah, strip.” He uttered while taking off his own tie. 

You complied and pulled the spaghetti straps of your dress down your shoulders. You stood and turned your back towards him.

“Would you?” You asked. 

You felt his fingertips trace your shoulder blade as he reached toward the zipper before pulling it down. You shimmied out of it, leaving you in your black lace bra and panties. 

You turned around to look at him for more direction. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his legs. You sat on his lap and he brushed the hair off your shoulders before using his thumb to move your chin towards his face.

“-tsk tsk y/n, now what am I going to do with you?” He asked.

You ran your hands through his hair before whispering in his ear, “Whatever you want,” followed by a nip at his earlobe which earned a low growl from his chest. 

Before you knew it you were flipped so your stomach laid across his lap and your ass was in the air. You could feel his hard length against your stomach.

His hand grazed your back before reaching the hem of your panties, running his finger under them painfully slow. He continued to caresses the skin below your belly button, before hooking his finger in your panties and pulling them down.

“Does he make wet you like I do?” He said before landing an unexpected smack on your ass. You let out a quick and whiny moan before shaking your head.

“Say it” He smacked again, simultaneously giving you pain and pleasure.

“You’re the only one.” He did it again and made you yelp, his smacks getting harder with each blow.

He smoothed over the mark with his palm. “You’re mine y/n, never forget it.”

He landed one last smack before lifting you to his hips. His finger trailed down your front, feeling your drenched core.

You moaned, “Only you Elijah.” before kissing him once, going over every spot of his perfect mouth while he rubbed your aching clit.

“Damn y/n you’re dripping, you my darling are going to get all over my pants.”

“Well we can’t have that can we?” You said while undoing his belt and pushing him flat on the bet.

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving wet kisses on his newly exposed skin. At the same time he pulled his pants down, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs that were barely holding his erection in.

You teased and licked the waistband, causing him to grasp you hair in a fist. He moaned, “Fuck y/n, you drive me crazy.”

You looked him in his half open, euphoric eyes before leaving a sloppy kiss on his tip, tasting him. You continued your motions towards the base, making sure to kiss every inch of him.

When you grazed his balls he just pulled your hair harder and spouted barely audible obscenities.

You ran your tongue on the under base before finally reaching the top again and lapping it on the tip. His hips jerked up and you were ready to give him what you knew he wanted.

Carefully you took him in your mouth and bobbed with hollowed cheeks, using your hand on the remaining shaft.

He pushed your head down, causing him to hit the back of your throat. With every move a low groan escaped his lips, the noise making you wetter.

You did continued in that position before he pulled you up and said, “If you want to do anything else you need to stop.”

“Yes sir,” you said as he sat back up, kissing your neck once again. He made his way to your cleavage, grabbing your breasts.

“Why the hell is this still on?” He muttered before quickly releasing the clasp and replacing your bra with his large hands, tracing your nipples with his thumbs.

You arched your neck back, giving him full access to your chest. “You’re prefect,” was all he said before leaving a trail off kisses and taking a nipple in his mouth.

You craved more friction and finally positioned yourself above his hard member. He finished the action by thrusting in, causing you to moan and him to go deeper. “Fuck Elijah, you feel so good inside me.”

He moved you against the headboard to give him more stability and moved your hips up and down to take him in.

You grabbed his forearm and brought it to your chest. Knowing what you wanted he wrapped his strong hand around your neck, just lose enough for you to catch small breaths.

He continued to pump, going harder and deeper each time. After a few more you lifted your hips up so he could reach your g-spot.

You could tell he was close when his grip around your neck tightened, causing you to moan his name. That set him over the edge and his movements quickly became sloppy. You felt his warm release inside you.

He freed your neck from his hand and pulled out, taking a few seconds to catch his breath before kissing you, this time slow and passionately.

Elijah is anything but a selfish man. 

He proceeded to pull you to the edge of the bed, hands on gripped on your thighs and head between them.

His lips traced your inner thighs, leaving little love bites followed by his tounge. You couldn’t take it anymore and wanted his mouth on your.

“Fuck Elijah, don’t be a tease,” was all you managed to get out. He complied and licked a slow line up your slit. 

“Mm, y/n you taste so good,” he said before lapping your clit, causing you to buck up, wanting to be closer. You were already close to your orgasm from earlier and wanted your own release.

He pushed your hips down, “Patience y/n.” All you could do was moan in response.

He placed your thighs on his shoulder to get a better angle and went back in for more, gently sucking in your clit. His fingers reached up to pinch your nipples, building your climax up even further.

You pulled his hair. “Right there, don’t fucking stop,” you muttered before reaching your climax, moaning his name as you did.

After waiting for you to regain composure, he pulled you back to the top of the bed with him. You laid in the nook of his arm and he pulled the sheet to cover you both.

You finally caught your breath and looked up to see him smirking. “What are you smiling about?” You asked while tracing your fingers down his chest.

“You know y/n if you wanted spanked all you had to do was ask.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You laughed, he shook his head disapprovingly, but you knew he enjoyed your game just as much as you did.