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[darylsgarden]

What do you mean by you were lost for 10 days and nobody came looking for you? What do you mean by you were playing with kids who had bikes and came home to see that your house caught fire and your MOTHER WAS IN IT????

Every time Daryl mentions something about his childhood, I want to hold him against my chest and rock him until he falls asleep.

like what do you mean you run to the river by your house to avoid your dad? What do you mean Merle makes you sell your blood??? Every detail he gives is just as horrible as the last.

God, he's so strong for putting up with all that shit. I wish he knew how strong he is. Sometimes a man just needs to be held tight and listen to words of affirmation.

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Daryl telling you that he'll be gentle with you because you are a virgin , but he just looses all self control once he enters your tight cunt and basically jackhammers his dick in you 🤤

And you wouldn't have it any other way

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Daryl and reader w nip piercings Headcanons msybe???🤲

Oooooof I love thiss

Hope you love it anon

Whenever Daryl would see those 2 metal balls poking out of your tshirt he would ABSOLUTELY lose control, like that man would legit pull your tshirt down to expose your tits to him, spending the next hour sucking and pulling at your sensitive nips until you were a moaning mess.

He had started cumming on your tits a lot more than before.

When you had first gotten them you hadn't shown him for DAYS, cause you knew the way he abused your tits, he would never let them heal.

When you finally showed him , he was AWESTRUCK. He was so turned on it, he was buried in your chest the entire time that day. Safe to say, that day was the hardest he'd ever fucked you.

When you'd tell him that your nipples were sore from all his twisting and pinching, he would simply say it was punishment for not showing him sooner and continue his torture.

All the time he spent cockwarming you, he would play with your tit piercings, he just couldn't get enough of them.

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| it ends in heartbreak |

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

summary | you both knew he would break your heart. he couldn't help himself.

wc | 1400

warnings | cursing, sadness/heartbreak [aka the title]

a/n | I've had this in my drafts forever lol I forgot about this one! Also this is the first time I've ever written pure angst so go easy on me <3

You always knew this day would come.

There were signs pointing to the downfall of your relationship, signs you chose to ignore to enjoy the moments of happiness.

But the signs couldn’t be any clearer–it would never last. It couldn't.

It was the end of the world, for starters. Life was always in shambles. The group never stayed in one spot long enough. Even the prison wasn’t safe. With everything unstable, it should’ve been obvious this would happen, but you were naive to think you’d would be any different.

Because the reality was: this was always how it was supposed to end.

He was built on a fractured foundation. He set up walls and built his life around a broken base, worn down by his past that he couldn't escape. First, parents had cracked and hardened his outlook on life. Then his brother taught him he meant little to others by leaving him behind. Not once did he ever learn how to fix the ache in his heart.

Yet when he met you, things changed.

It was gradual. Pieces of him started to align and heal. The tough outer shell wasn't as indestructible as he first imagined. After some time he opened up and let you in.

But you both knew he would break your heart.

He couldn't help himself. It was in his nature to push back, to fight and wrangle away from anything that became too real. Too good.

But for the time being, you enjoyed the blissful moments of his affection.

When he kissed you goodnight it was over.

He lingered, almost as if he was allowing his lips to memorize the feeling of your skin on his. His fingers fell against your curves as you pressed into the cellblock’s cool cement wall. It was in these seconds of quiet where you both had a chance to breathe.

Pulling back, Daryl rested one arm above your head. He leaned in close, gazing sweetly down at you. His other hand slowly traveled to your face and Daryl’s thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

Without hesitating you whispered the words he never imagined hearing from you.

Love you.

There. Right there. You saw the spark in his bright blue eyes dim. The crystalline color washed away into a deep ocean blue. Rocky and turbulent. Daryl’s eyes were no longer filled with love, but rather, fear.

You lost him, right there, pressed against the concrete wall of Cellblock D.

This was destined to fail.

“Please don’t do this.”

“Have to.”

“No…no you don’t have to, Daryl.” Your chest tightened. It was like the air was on fire. No matter how deeply you breathed in and out, pain still resided in your chest. He was crippling you.

“Daryl–”

“Ain’t up for debate.” He stepped back, snatching his crossbow from the watchtower’s metal flooring.

Your hands fumbled to find your shirt, hating how he sprung this on you in the middle of the night. He didn't have patience to wait, apparently. Just break your heart and go, like it was nothing.

“I’m not trying to…I just…” you groaned. “What happened? Was it me? Did I do something?”

His eyes went wide. That scared, fearful expression washed over him once again.

Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut. That was it. That look. It was just like the other night. When those stupid words stumbled out of your mouth, falling to the ground at Daryl’s feet. Just before he crushed them with his silence.

“Was it something I said?”

He didn't answer and his silence (unlike most nights) wasn't good enough. You needed answers.

“So that’s it then. You say ‘I’m done’ and leave before sunrise?”

The broody man fought to glance in your direction. Instead, he focused out towards the tree-line. He grabbed onto the windowsill and squeezed so tightly that the white of his knuckles appeared. But his tactics to avoid the conversation at hand weren’t getting past you tonight.

You shot up from the floor. “Daryl.”

“I ain’t got time for this.”

“You fuck me, say we’re done, and leave? Like this was all nothing? Like we mean nothing to each other?”

Daryl paused. He turned to you with lips curled into a tight frown. Even in the darkness of the watchtower, through the bright white moonlight, his frustration was clear.

“I said ‘I love you’, Daryl.” There was a desperation behind your words. Your voice was so deeply distressing it made your chest ache. It was heavy and exhausting to display your feelings out to him in the middle of the night. But you wanted more–deserved more–than a shitty ending to whatever you had with him.

“You think this is love?”

You gawked, “yes!”

He paced the small room like a caged animal ready to pounce.

You love this man.

“This ain’t love.”

You love this man. This jerk.

“Then what the fuck is this, Daryl? Tell me.” You paused, tears welling in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. “Fucking tell me!”

The shirt in your hands balled up tight around your closed fist. You were hurt. Everything about him was trouble and you let him in.

“I said ‘I love you’. I said it and now you’re pulling away.”

As he watched you, just for a moment, his eyes didn’t fill with fear or confusion. There was something there. Between the declarations, he looked apologetic. His blue eyes softened, letting the emotions he desperately tried to conceal slip past those walls he built back up.

“Well, shit! I’m sorry I said it. I fucked this up, didn’t I?” The gravel in your voice scratched your throat. Everything burned.

The apologetic stare turned pitiful. A deep scowl crossed his face and your heart sank. “Can’t mess it up when there was nothin’ here, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. It was so condescending as his drawl pulls at the syllables. That tightness in your chest balled into a pit of rage. Fire that burned you before ignited an anger inside.

You moved closer towards him. “You sleep with me every night. You kiss me before leaving on runs. When you think nobody’s looking, you hold my hand. We talk about our past. Our future. This is real, Daryl.”

“Nah.” He grabbed his belt, twisting it through the loops. “This ain’t real.”

Your fingers tightened on the fabric as you tugged the shirt on. “That’s not true—“

He huffed, staring out into the cloudy night sky. “You’re better off without me anyway.”

“Don’t. Don't say that. I’m not better off without you. I’d be worse.”

Daryl paused.

But the hurt and anger fueling your body didn’t stop. “So don’t make me feel crazy for falling in love with you. Like it was a choice? If I was fucking smart, I would’ve ran far away from you the second we met. But I didn’t. Because I saw you for more than the asshole you pretend to be. So excuse me for feeling blindsided by your decision to leave me.”

“Leave you?” He spat. “Get it through your head, girl. You ain’t mine! You’re just some bitch I screwed.”

The frogs croaking down by the creeks ceased to exist. Trees stopped rustling in the breeze. Crickets no longer sang under the stars. The world froze as his words were thrown at you with such haste. Like he didn’t think twice.

Your arms wrapped around your waist, tugging at the fabric clinging to your body.

He didn’t look back at you. His eyes seemed to drift anywhere but you like he couldn't face the fact that he said it out loud.

No, no. He doesn’t really think that…

Your voice cracked as the tears from earlier were not going to wait much longer. “Daryl–”

He turned on his heels and was out the door. Down the ladder, each step was louder than the last. You paused, bawling your fists as the tears finally spilled across your cheeks. Loud and heaving gasps, muddled together with hot tears.

He broke you down within seconds. The tears and sobs continued on for what felt like forever until you finally had a moment of rest. The tightness in your chest subsided, thankfully, but this was the easier part. Tomorrow will be harder when you’ll have to put on a fake smile, wipe away tears in the dark prison hallways, and avoid him.

Forget him. Forget him…right like it would be easy. It’ll be fucking impossible to forget him.

You wished you could hate him. But you don’t.

So for tonight, you let yourself feel the heartbreak and planned to stand taller tomorrow. Because in the end you knew it would never last.

But it didn't matter.

You loved that man.

Yet after everything, he might have been right. You weren't truly with him.

And maybe he never really cared for you at all.

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a/n 2.0 | daryl PLEASEE {as if I didn't write him to act this way}

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High school Daryl fidgeting with his locker, trying to work up the courage to talk to you but he's so shy and afraid of being laughed at by your friends, he just stands there in the hallway watching you walk away with your friends :(

A/N : Thinking of doing a bunch of highschool Daryl head canons 🐿️

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #daryldixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl

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Reading your blog got me so hornyyyyyyy, I just wanted to get this off my chest!!

I want Daryl to shove his dick into my mouth and to fuck my face (like just pulling me by the hair and rubbing my face on his crotch🤤), making me gag and choke on his cock. My face is wet with my tears and spit , but he keeps thrusting into my mouth, forcing himself as deep down my throat as he can🤤🤤🤤🙏😈😈

HOLY SHIT anon🥹🤤 I can literally imagine him grunting and moaning 🤤🤤🤤

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #norman reedus smut #daryl x reader #daryl dixon brainrot #breeding toy

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I manifested a Sonny fic today morning and I got it 😁, now I'm gonna manifest one of them sex pollen fics. The urge to read Daryl begging the reader to let him fuck her raw is so high rn 🤤

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader #norman reedus

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#iknowthesearebroadasscategoriesbutimjustcurious

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Save a Prayer

Sonny x Prostitute! Fem reader

Synopsis: You’re a prostitute at a brothel when a sexy biker drops by for some fun. This was inspired by the EODM’s cover of Save a Prayer, and my desire to let this man do whatever he wants to me.

Word count: 1.8k

No description of reader besides being fem. The picture is just for aesthetic purposes.

Additionally, this is my interpretation of how a brothel in the 60’s might work. It is definitely inaccurate. Please don’t look to me for education purposes lol. This is also my interpretation of Sonny. I briefly researched the real Sonny and watched the Bikeriders trailers like 7 times for reference.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, porn with little plot, unprotected p in v (DON’T DO THIS), reader is a prostitute (DON’T DO THIS EITHER), dom! Sonny, implied age gap (no ages mentioned), mentions of alcohol and drug use, oral m! receiving, facefucking, doggy style sex, spanking, mirror sex, objectification, degradation and humiliation via dirty talk, bodily fluids, I’m sure there are more I missed. It’s just filthy y’all.😳 Don’t read if you aren’t comfortable!

It was another bustling night at the Madam Eve’s Whorehouse, and it became overly crowded when a noisy group of bikers rolled in. You watched the large group from your spot on the velvet couch, looking for potential customers. Despite the crowds, you hadn’t had much action today. The men seemingly only wanted to flirt and browse, but this raucous group might change that.

You noticed Sonny first. He was two sheets to the wind already and probably strung out on God knows what else. He was stumbling over his feet and words, flirting with any woman who breathed in his vincinity. He made his way into the room, and everyone seemed to follow him. He must be the leader of this biker group. You watched him as his eyes traveled the bodies of the scantily clad prostitutes on the various couches that littered the room. He eye-fucked each of them, his bleary eyes wandering from woman to woman until he landed on you. He checked out your body first and stopped at your face. He nodded with a lazy smirk and began making his way across the room to where you sat waiting.

“Hey there beautiful. Name’s Sonny. This seat taken?” Sonny said gesturing to the spot in between you and another girl. His hair and beard were disheveled, but you could tell beneath it all that he was a very attractive man. Sonny had stunning blue eyes and high cheekbones. He didn’t have the best teeth and his breath reeked of whiskey, but this intrigued you. His decked-out leather jacket did little to distract you from his broad shoulders and solid arms beneath it. Confidence radiated off him, and his presence dominated the room. You couldn’t help but feel special that out of all the girls there, he picked you. He didn’t wait for your answer as he sank into the couch, putting an arm around you.

“You come here often, Handsome?” you mused. “I think I would have remembered you.”

“Nah, I just blew into town.” The glint in his eyes told you that he wasn’t in town for anything good, or legal for that matter. Ugh, those gorgeous eyes. They were fucking mesmerizing. He was going to be so much fun.

You gave him your best sultry look and ran your hand up his thigh, practically begging him to fuck you.

“You think you can handle me, Darlin’?” he teased. Sonny’s sexual energy was so infectious. His words were making you weak. You usually weren’t into your clients, but he was different.

Moving your hand from his thigh to his already half-hard erection you said, “I’d love to find out.”

He groaned at this, looking at you through heavy eyelids. You swung a leg over him to straddle him, accepting his look as an invitation, and began grinding your barely-clothed pussy against his growing erection. You let yourself get lost in his eyes as you as rubbed up against him. Both his and your breathing were getting heavy when the other prostitute beside you clapped you on the shoulder and playfully said, “Get a room!”

You both stumbled to an open bedroom, so eager for each other’s bodies. The rooms here were nice. They were equipped with two king size beds, and the walls were lined with full size mirrors. Typically, you’d ask clients what all they paid for before beginning a session, but you didn’t want to stop the bedroom talk for money talk.

Sonny stood admiring the room as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Fuck yeah”, he slurred as he began trying to get his pants off. You giggled as he fumbled with his belt, and reached out to help. When you finally got his pants off, you couldn’t help but stare at the absolutely massive cock in front of you. You weren’t used to well-endowed men paying for your services. Most men soliciting prostitutes were doing it because they were ashamed of their bodies. Sonny had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Your cock is huge. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” you said looking up at him through your lashes.

Without another word, he grabbed the back of your head and forced your mouth onto his dick. He was gentle, but firm in a way that had you absolutely dripping wet. He moved your head back and forth, letting you take your time sucking the tip. His sexy moans and grunts filled the room, and he never took his eyes off you. He slowly began pushing you farther down his length. He was well into your throat now, and you were trying your hardest not to gag, when he suddenly thrust farther without warning. Your throat contracted around his cock, eliciting more moans from the beautiful man above you. You tried your hardest to maintain eye contact as he continued fucking your throat. By this point tears were streaming down your face, and the gagging was giving way to almost puking. Sonny all the while sang you praises.

“That’s a good girl. Choke on this cock you sexy whore.”

When he finally pulled you off his dick, you collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

He let out a low chuckle. “I hope you’re not giving out just yet. I’m paying for all of you.”

You smiled and wiped tears and spit off your face. You were nowhere near done with him. You also wanted all of him.

“Of course I’m not done.” you said in between breaths. “Why don’t you take that jacket off, and let me see your strong body?”

He chuckled again at you and began removing his top layers. You had to stifle a whimper at the sight of his torso. His biceps were huge and beautifully tanned, his shoulders were extremely well built, and he had some sexily dark tattoos. You could see a heart on his chest, along with some indiscernible names scrawled across his upper chest and arm, a demon on his upper arm, and as if on cue, he turned, showing you his powerful back muscles and two large demon-like tattoos. It was hard not to drool.

He turned back and smirked at your reaction. “Like what you see?”

That was the understatement of the century.

You nodded and clambered onto the bed. “How do you want me?”

“From behind.” he growled, as he made his way onto the bed with you. “Your ass was made for doggy and your face for missionary, but this funhouse fuckin’ room let’s me have both.”

You watched in the mirror as he came up behind you and began trying to remove your lingerie. He didn’t waste any time fumbling with the straps and instead started tearing it from your body. Sonny left you just in your heels and stockings before him as he ripped your thong in one final tug. The mirror granted you the perfect view of him behind you as you arched your back for him. At this, he threw his head back and made the sign of the cross.

“Goddamn you’re such a perfect little slut for me.”

Sonny’s large hands caressed your hips and waist as he sat back on his knees looking into the mirror, admiring his little plaything for the night, until one of his hands found a fist-full of your hair. You moaned in anticipation for what was about to come.

“Love these fuckin’ mirrors... Such a pretty face.” he slurred as he began lining himself up with your slick entrance.

You moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you. The stretch was somehow both painful and pleasurable. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you. Your pussy was absolutely bursting at the seams.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled as he began to rock his hips. “You ever had a cock so big, Honey?”

“No, baby. So big.” you whimpered into the mattress.

You yelped in pain and surprise when his palm suddenly connected with the flesh of your ass cheek.

“No sir.” he corrected.

“No sir.”

Your pussy had become so wet that with each thrust, it let out an obscene squelching sound.

“You like that?”

“Yes sir.” you moaned, as he landed another blow.

He pulled your head up by your hair, so you had to watch him fuck you senseless. You could hardly recognize the woman in the mirror. Your makeup was running down your cheeks, and you looked an absolute mess. Your ass jiggled each time his hips snapped into yours’. He was tearing you apart, and you were loving it. With each hard thrust, your orgasm was building deep in your stomach.

“That’s right, Baby.” Sonny said, slapping your ass again. “I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

Your head had almost found it’s way to the mattress, when he pulled your head back up by your hair again.

“No. Watch me destroy you.” Sonny growled. “God, you look so pathetic.”

At this, you lost all control. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, and you screamed so loud everyone in the building probably heard.

“Oh, FUCK.” he gasped as he pulled out and spilled his load all over your ass and back. When he was finished, he gave your ass one more hard spank and fell back into the bed.

You laid there for a while in the most compromising position, while he caught his breath.

“Towels,” he mumbled and began riffling through the bedside table. Sonny found one, cleaned himself up, and tossed it onto your messy back. You cleaned yourself up, while he sat back and lit a cigarette. When you were finished, you fell to the bed beside him and just gazed at him in adoration. His eyes were heavy, and he smiled over at you.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you with me?” he asked.

Suddenly overcome from all the emotions, you started to cry. Big, deep sobs from within you racked your naked body. No one had ever fucked you so good, then offered to save you from this life of selling your body for money. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you were so overcome with endorphins that he might as well have been your soulmate. He cocked an eye at you, and you quickly asssured him that you were okay.

“I would love to come with you. I don’t know who you are, but I know that I never want to leave your side.” you said wiping your tears.

“I guess you didn’t read the back of my jacket, did you? I’m Sonny Barger, leader of the Hells Angels.”

“I’ll be your Angel forever, Sonny Barger.”

“Good. I wasn’t taking no for an answer.” he said as he took another drag from his cigarette.

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Omg guys I’m so excited to share my first ever smutty fanfic. It would mean the world to me if you’d like, comment, and reblog for other Sonny lovers to read. I’m tagging everyone who expressed interest in reading new Sonny fics:

@lazyneonrabbitt @darylsgarden @dilfsandmartinis @r0reep @charlottewatkinsblog

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Imagine trying to suppress your moans while Daryl is railing you in a forest so as to not attract walkers and he just laughs and says "scream all you want babe, yer boyfriend can shoot"😈

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryldixon #twd daryl #norman reedus smut #daryl x reader

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Imagine sitting on Daryl's lap with his girthy cock thrusted between your folds, his tight grip on your hips leaving marks along your skin, mumbling out the most degrading and filthy words (calling you his slut 🥺🎀)and occasionally sucking hickeys onto your neck , his mouth and other hand abusing your tits, pinching and twisting on your sensitive nipples until they are HURTING and yet you only pull him closer to your chest 🥵. His cock streching you out, every thrust hitting your cervix and you only beg him to go harder🥵🤲

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #norman reedus smut #breeding toy

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Tumblr making 0 noise about Rick and Michonnes new spinoff??? Should I watch it?

#the walking dead

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Happiness Will Come To You.

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Daryl and reader w nip piercings Headcanons msybe???🤲

Oooooof I love thiss

Hope you love it anon

Whenever Daryl would see those 2 metal balls poking out of your tshirt he would ABSOLUTELY lose control, like that man would legit pull your tshirt down to expose your tits to him, spending the next hour sucking and pulling at your sensitive nips until you were a moaning mess.

He had started cumming on your tits a lot more than before.

When you had first gotten them you hadn't shown him for DAYS, cause you knew the way he abused your tits, he would never let them heal.

When you finally showed him , he was AWESTRUCK. He was so turned on it, he was buried in your chest the entire time that day. Safe to say, that day was the hardest he'd ever fucked you.

When you'd tell him that your nipples were sore from all his twisting and pinching, he would simply say it was punishment for not showing him sooner and continue his torture.

All the time he spent cockwarming you, he would play with your tit piercings, he just couldn't get enough of them.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #norman reedus smut #daryl x reader #daryldixon #nipplay #nipple piercings

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Music To Watch Boys To❦ | series masterlist

❧ pairing: eventual daryl dixon x fem!reader

❧ series summary: when your friends begin to delve into the world of boys, specifically the ones who belonged in a well-known group around your hometown, king county, you can’t help but find yourself tangled with the most troublesome of the five - daryl dixon.

❧ series warnings: swearing, drug mentions, underaged substance use, violence, light gore description, sexual themes, abuse mention, mental health mention, lizzy grant/lana del rey is an existing musician despite the fact the series is based in the 70s/80s…./90s (can’t help myself i love her)

❧ a/n: hii! this fic is based in an AU and is solely meant to be just for fun!! consistent updates aren't guaranteed, though i will try to keep it going as long as i can. also yes all the chapter titles r after lana songs. blehhhhhh

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❧ 01. pilot

❧ 02. this is what makes us girls

❧ 03. doin' time

❧ 04. dance till we die

❧ 05. *** [coming ???]

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headcanons

daryl & glenn on the subject of y/n

glenn figures y/n is attracted to daryl

the group visiting y/n & rosita at work

the group’s favourite ldr songs

daryl and rick’s friendship

the group’s signature scents

y/n and dianne

jobs of the group (+ the boys)

daryl getting nervous around y/n

y/n’s friendships with the boys

daryl

the groups love languages

the boy’s reactions to rosita & abraham’s breakup

the groups mbti

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No but Imagine

Adjusting to Daryl's thick fingers would be such a task 🥵 like his single thick digit is already streching your tight cunt and this man is trying to push two more inside you in order to prep you for his cock 🥵🤲

I'm just saying that's not the look I'd be giving If dsryl did that in front of me . .

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon smut

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Daryl fucking you from behind until your legs start to shake, ramming into your tight cunt as you struggle to stay on all fours . And when your legs finally give away he pulls you back up by grabbing your hips and continues to thrust deeper and harder 🥰

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #norman reedus #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #norman reedus smut