Guys, we now have official confirmation Rick woke up 3 weeks into the apocalypse. That means Lori and Shane were going at it within 3 weeks like it was no big deal. 3 weeks. 3 motherfucking weeks.
They waited like 30 minutes after the whole thing went down.
That was some wife and best friend he had.
Michonne didn't give up after 8 years. Rick didn't give up after 8 years. Daryl spent 6 years looking for him, he only stopped cause shit started going dow back home and he had to help.
Rick traded up in every single way. I mean WAY UP!!!! He went from 0 to 1000000000000!!!
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rick grimes x daryl dixon x fem!reader
A/N: dude???? i think i just fell in love with rickyl recently i apologize for the smut ur ab to read but i seriously enjoyed writing this lol. lmk what y’all think???
WARNINGS: cream pie, begging, threesum, rickyl, overestimation, drunk sex etc 18+
“you like how daryl’s making you feel baby?” ricks deep quiet voice whispers in your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe earning a soft whimper from you. “what’s that, sweet girl? I don’t think we’ve heard you enough tonight.”
it was hard formulating a coherent thought with daryls big arms caging you in, absolutely railing you into oblivion. your senses were weak, maybe from all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, this being your punishment for teasing them all night.
“y-yes.” you koan. “feels s-so good-ah!- dar…i’m gonna cum!”
both the guys chuckle at your state, all worn out, wasted, squirming underneath daryls cock. what a sight it was. rick grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb forcing your half lidded pleasure filled eyes to look at him.
“uh, uh, baby doll.” He denies you. “no cuming, not till we say so, right daryl?”
daryl grunts in agreement. one of his hands was holding onto your hips while the other one was rubbing delicious circles onto your clit making the heat pool to your belly. you whine in response, holding onto ricks forearm tightly.
“maybe if ya didn’t tease us the way ya did tonight, you’d be gettin’ whatever you wanted, princess.” daryl smirks.
they were absolutely enjoying this, a little too much. you were now whining, your orgasm threatening to release as you clench around daryl, making him moan and his grip your hips a little tighter.
“i-i can’t,” you cry. “p-please!”
“please what?” rick leans forward rubbing his nose softly against your cheek. “what do you need?”
your head flies back, tears threatening to escape. this was torture. daryl was hitting that delicate spot over and over with every thrust, stretching you out, filling you. it was overwhelming.
“daryl,” you whimper, head shooting back up, only to have your back arch.
“don’t do it.” daryl growls, through clenched teeth feeling his own orgasm build up. “rick ain’t gonna be as soft as I am on ya.”
and he was absolutely right.
but you couldn’t handle it anymore.
you clenched around him one last time, your hands flying to his shoulders, your nails digging into them. your eyes closed, letting whimpers and moans fall from your mouth as you released on him, following by his own a few seconds later, filling you up.
you catch your breath as your mind begins to spin, drunkly mixed with pleasure. your eyes open to find rick shaking his head at you and daryl giving you a disapproving look. you felt shy under their gaze, your cheeks turning red. but those weren’t the only cheeks that were about to turn red.
“look at the mess you’ve made, princess.” rick says disapproval lacing his voice. “what are we gonna do about you?”
daryl pulls out leaving you feeling empty, squirming with anticipation suddenly regretting your orgasm. he steps off the bed, rick standing up, coming to lean over you, you inhale his manly scent filling your nostrils. you knew this was gonna be rough.
“looks like we’re gonna have to teach this little brat how to listen.”
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