Hi! Can I please request a fic where while the group is on the road during the winter after the farm fell, Daryl notices that reader is worried and feeling hopeless and he tries his best to comfort her? And that's where their bond really starts to grow? Especially since he's had feelings for reader since the Atlanta camp. Thank you!
YESS will add this to my list
(finally able to reply to this..maybe its fixing itself we pray)
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Unfortunate Timings
Daryl Dixon X Reader
Words: 1.5k
Season: 11
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, semi-public sex, praise kink, mild violence and gore
Summary: Daryl gets an erection after watching you defend and hold your own against the commonwealth soldiers (spoilers for episode 19)
Having a meltdown over my posts not showing up in tags or being able to message people! So hopefully it works on my phone 😭💀
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You smiled at Daryl sweetly as he packed up the truck ready to set off for Alexandria, the action itself seemed too good to be true. It was no lie Pamela didn't keep her promises, always trying to have something up her sleeve ready for your experienced group. You would have never thought you would become as skilled and agile as you have been with your combat. The feeling of adrenaline bursting through your veins in a life or death scenario wasn't something you could have thought to experience, but you never know what the future holds.
“Everything all set?” You questioned the man in front of you who gave you a predicted grunt and a firm nod. “Doesn’t it seem too good to be true? All this freedom?”
“What do ya mean?” The man grumbled, his eyes darting around the surrounding area. “Like she's just going to let us go? Freely back to Alexandria?” You spoke, your voice becoming higher as you began to panic. Daryl ignored you, glancing at the watch displayed in the window of the shop next to you. “Everyone's late,” he grumbled.
The statement made you feel uneasy, the two of you grabbing your weapons keeping them close nearby. You walked closer to each other, you could feel the warmth of his back against your own, his muscles tense under his shirt. It wasn't long until the enemy made themselves known,attacking you in a group of three, their movements fast, easily splitting the two of you up. One had separated from the others chasing you around the loaded truck as Daryl snuck off into the building. The man fighting you was slow, his movements more powerful. His body towered over you as you took his first hit to the floor. The gravel grazed the palms of your hand as you landed harshly on the ground. The shadow of the man hovered over your figure, giving you the perfect opportunity to swipe your leg from underneath him, his shadow moving as he collapsed on the floor. Quickly moving like you and Daryl had practised many times you climbed on the man, using your element of surprise to manage to stab his head. Your experience is proving to be better than the young man now dead beneath you. Not wasting any time, you got back on your feet running towards the room Daryl had led the other two.
One already laid dead on the floor, Daryl's Knife discarded across the room, with Daryl underneath another man grasping at him as he tried to strangle him. You moved quickly, pure adrenalin pounding through your body as you ran towards them, swiping the knife as you passed. You practically ripped the man away from him, a loud choked grunt left his lips as his shirt was pulled taunt against his neck. You moved the knife to his armpit, blood instantly leaking out. A strangled cry left his lips before you silenced it with one motion across his neck. Daryl laid breathless on the floor, looking at you, blood coating your chest and arms. “Fucking assholes” you laughed looking over at him. He gave you a nod before standing up, his body instantly moving towards you eyes scanning for any injuries.
“You okay?” he mumbled. You smiled, giving him a nod, before the groans of a walker diverted your attention from each other. Before you could act an arrow was in the head of the walker and Carol appeared from the shadows. “Did you get attacked too?” you questioned your friend who also seemed tired and out of breath. She nodded, a smile placed on her lips.
“Glad you are both okay, pretty much all of us are taken” she spoke, picking up the arrow from the walker's skull. “Well, everyone knows it's hard to take out one dixon, but two? Impossible” you joked, your hand finding its way to the silent man's forearm giving it a comforting squeeze.
It wasn’t long for the three of you to find a plan, and hopefully the others. Carol led you towards the cell block where Hornsby was located. As you all snuck through the corridors Daryl watched over you, his eyes lit up with proudness as he watched how you handled yourself compared to when he first met you. Your attacks were bold and careful. He loved seeing your body move and fold, using your size for advantage in the shadows as they inched closer to the cell. His gaze was heavy on you as you handled the interrogation, his cock thumping in his pants as he watched your chest heave with anger. Your eyes are sharp. “Are you ready to move?” you spoke softly, breaking his distracted thoughts. He nodded, following you, clueless to what the plan even was. The loud alarm made you jump out of your skin, the action causing you to move backwards and rub against him. You didn't hear his strangled groan that was barely loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t have time to tease before shouts of soldiers were heard, the plan already faltering. You backed into him again as you diverted you both behind a wall away from the fire. “Go! We will catch up” you heard him shout to Carol as you began to fire shots. You watched his muscles contract as he lifted the gun, a sight you could never get over. “Come on let's move” he grunted, pulling your arm to move you as the commonwealth soldiers started to move up.
Your feet padded against the floor, the sound muffled by the alarm still blaring. You tugged against him, pulling him to an office that was unlocked before swiftly shutting the door behind you. “We can't stay here long-” you spoke, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath. Daryl watched your chest move, your neck becoming exposed as you tilted it back slightly. The red light highlighting the layer of sweat that glistened over you.
“Fuck it” he grumbled, his throbbing cock no longer being something he could ignore. your head shot down, not hearing what he said. Your body became stiff ready to fight him to stay in this room. What you weren’t expecting was his body to crash into yours, his hands grasping at your neck as he pushed you against the door. “Daryl-”
You were cut off by his lips, he began to kiss you passionately and greedily, unable to think straight. “What are you doing?” you muttered as soon as his lips lifted away from yours. He said nothing, his hand moving yours towards his cock that was trapped in its prison. A small gasp left your swollen lips. He smirked, leaning in to capture them again, his cock grinding against your thigh. Your body responded happily, quickly making work of his jeans buttons, freeing his cock in one fluid motion. Daryl's fingers found your jeans, shimmying down your legs until they pooled at your feet. He lifted you up, his fingers grasping your ass tightly as he bent you over the desk.
You moaned at the contact of the cool surface, the alarms silencing any noise you were both making. You could still faintly hear the running of soldiers searching for the two of you, the idea of them finding you whilst Daryl drove his dick into you caused your arousal to spill down your thighs. “So wet for me” he grunted, his red tip breaching your entrance. “So proud of you taking out those men” he praised in your ear, as his cock inched further into you. You moaned loudly, taking in the praise. “Don’t even need me anymore do you?”
“I do- please, faster, i need you”
“Good girl” he purred, his hips bucking forward driving you into the desk. He knew he had to be fast, they would find you soon. You could feel his hand grasp at your hips, the other pushing you further on the table. His speed picked up as he thought about the way your body moved, your breasts heaving as you breathed. Your eyes are sharp. Your moans were music to his ears as he grunted faster into you. “Daryl Yes-” you cried, your nails leaving small marks in the wood you laid on. He smirked, moving even faster as he felt your wall flutter around his length. “I'm close,” he grunted. Barely noticed a small nod of your head, before he thrusted into, his thick layers of cum coating your walls. You moaned loudly, your walls clutching at him as you released your own juices around his cock. “Fucking hell” you muttered as he slipped out of you. His clothes shuffled as he pulled his softening cock back in its place. His hands were warm as they guided your clothes back up your legs. You smiled at him laughing slightly as a light tint of pink was only just visible in the red light that illuminated the room. “Bad timing” you chuckled. Daryl scoffed, waiting for you to collect yourself together, watching as you winced as you walked. “Keep up” he joked, opening the door and helping you get back to your friend.
“What caused that?” you questioned, as you walked up the grassy hill outside the walls. “You are too hot when fighting,” he grumbled.
“Sorry I’ll try to dial it down next time as I save your ass”
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