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lunajay33 · 14 hours

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My Man💋

Summary: Ever since the quarry there was tension between you and Daryl, but when you get to the farm you can’t hold yourself back anymore

Warning: 18+

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Song Rec: Flesh by Simon Curtis

You were working around the farm trying to help out anywhere you could when you saw Daryl across the way looking at maps, the sun gleaming of his tanned skin you couldn’t stop starring

“Sweetie you’re drooling” Maggie said from beside you snap you out of your oogling, you turned looking at her feeling the embarrassment spread up your face

“Oh come on Maggie you know I can’t help it, just……..look at him for gods sake” you said biting your lip as you looked back at him, his muscles so big you’d do anything to be wrapped around them

“Girl you got it bad, you need to do something about it”

“Like what? We’ve had this tension since the quarry how do I even bring it up”

“Come with me darling” she giggled as she dragged you inside

“Maggie what are you doing?” You asked as she rummaged through her drawers

“This, this is how you bring it up” she smiled as she held up the skimpiest black lingerie set

“Oh Maggie I don’t know about that what if he turns me away”

“Sweetie if you show up in this with all this pent up tension you’ve been talking about you’re gonna be a goddess to him, come ooooooon do it”

“Ugh fine” you grabbed the thin material and went back to your tent pulling them on them putting back on your shorts and tank top

Going on with regular chores throughout the day until you saw Daryl emerge from the tree line heading to his camp further out

“This is your time girl, go get him” Maggie said nudging you forward its like she was a hawk around you today

You sucked up all the courage you could holding onto all that tension since the first time you both laid eyes on eachother, the way he was sweeter on you than others, the way you’d both glance at eachother and how he’d give you extra meat from his hunts, the brief touches on your lower back and thigh

Strutting through the field with all the confidence you got, he became clearer and clearer the closer you got until you were at his camp seeing him sat in his chair sharpening his knife

“Hey” you said catching his attention

“Hey, whatcha doin here?”

“Wanted to come by, see how everything went” you said stepping closer

“Went alright, found something out there fer ya though” he grumbled digging into his pocket chucking over something you were quick to catch

Opening your hands to see a silver necklace with a little bow hanging from it

“Daryl! I love it thank you so much, reminds me of you”

“No trouble”

This was the moment

“Well I got a surprise for you too” you said a little lower, more sultry

“Oh really?” He smirked giving you his full attention, you lifted you shirt above your head throwing it aside

“Come on Daryl I can’t handle all these side glances and brief touching, I need you” you whined desperate, he stood up from his chair grabbing my hips roughly as he looked down at me with squinted eyes

“Yer fer real bout this?”

“I’m all yours Dixon” that triggered him giving him all the consent he needed dragging you into his tent and pushing you to the make shift bed on the floor as he quickly stripped all his clothes off only leaving him in his boxers

“Fuck I’ve wanted ya fer so long” he groaned as he caged you down with his arms, starting to suck on your neck slowly trailing down to the hem of the bra, his hand busy with unbuttoning your shorts

“Daryl please, I need you now” you whined feeling like your lower stomach was on fire

“I got ya baby” he ripped your shorts and thong down throwing them to the side, then taking off his boxers

He grabbed your knees and spread them wide looking at your pussy as if it was art to him

“So wet fer me baby, ya shoulda made a move earlier”

“Come on Daryl just fuck me, take out all that tension on me” you said digging your nails into his shoulders hearing a growl from him

He gripped his dick rubbing it up and down your slit nudging harder against your clit sending chills up your spine

“Damn I could get use to ya under me” you reached behind and undid your bra so you could feel him all over

He lined his tip up slowly pushing in until you felt it pop, feeling him stretch you slowly until he was fully sheathed inside

“Daryl you’re so big, fuck so deep” you gasped as he gave a little shove deeper

As you adjusted he bent down licking and sucking on your tits feeling it down in your clit, gripping his hair as you couldn’t contain your moans

“I’m ready Daryl, give it to me”

He leaned back as he lifted your hips up so you were at an angle, gripping your hips so tight it was bound to leave bruises

He pulled out just until it was his tip just to shove hard all the way back in make you see stars, he kept going and going hearing his feral grunts the angel he had you at had him hitting that spot over and over, screaming his name desperate to cum

“DARYL FUCK!”

“Fuck yer so tight, love this pussy”

“I’m gonna cum!” You screamed feeling that knot build up

“Cum baby I’m right there”

Simultaneously you both finished feeling his cum coat all over inside as he slumped back on his heels still deep inside

“Fuck were doing that a lot more baby”

“That was a lot better than what I imagined”

“Dirty girl thinkin bout me like that”

“You didn’t make it easy”

“Well I’m yers now sunshine, ya can ride me whenever ya want” he said making you laugh as he slowly pulled out as he watch his cum drip out

“We ain’t done fer the night baby, get ready” he said diving his head between your legs

This man was going to be the death of you

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intoxicated-chan · 20 days

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Content Warnings ➳ female Reader/No use of (Y/n), sexual content, oral (f), humiliation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, overstimulation nearly getting caught, swearing…

Daryl eats you out like a mad man. He’d purposely overstimulate you just to see you cry for him, stumbling over your words and the only coherent word you could say is his own name. His favorite place is in between your legs, he’d never admit it to you but if he was told to chose a place to die, it would certainly be in between your legs or you sitting on his face, cause if he were to die, then he’d go out a happy man.

“G-Give me a second!” You shouted to the other person behind the locked door.

“Are sure you’re alright?” They asked.

“Yes!” You immediately said, your hands ran through Daryl’s hair, giving them a hard tug. You yanked him away you. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?” You hissed at him angrily.

He licked his lips, bringing his fingers to his lips, dragging his tongue up his middle finger slowly. “Ya say that now.” He mumbled, pushing you on the hard surface, hovering over you, and using his middle finger to rub your clit. “But ya gonna be beggin’ me to fuck ya soon.”

Author’s Note/Taglist under the cut…

I hate to do this to you all but JUDAS is on hiatus, I’m so sorry but I have a lot of works and requests to get through and I would like to get them done or at least start them.

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norman-fucking-reedus · 2 months

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Oh my GOD thinking about a soft dom Daryl who would looove to constantly cream pie you. When he wakes up and sees you in nothing but his shirt and dainty panties, who can blame him when he tangles himself against you, slipping his cock into you as he peppers your neck in kisses and hickies? He buries himself deep into your velvety heat, sliding a hand under your shirt to freely fondle your soft tits. It doesn't take long for his thrusts to become quick and sloppy, moaning into your shoulder when he cums, hips pushing his release further into you. He pulls your underwear back over your cunt, so you can feel the stickiness pooled between your thighs when you wake up.

Maybe he finds a small, skimpy skirt that he makes you wear around the house, obviously no panties this time so he can have free access whenever he wants. When someone pisses him off, his only option is to roughly bend you over the counter, hands around your throat as he pounds into you while pulling you back onto his cock, grunting as he listened to your choked-off gasps. The way he fucks his cum into you and then pulls away, leaving your panting frame trembling on the counter as he starts to drip down your legs, only makes you clench needily around nothing, watching the angel wings on his back as he disappeared into his room, slamming the door shut.

He later apologizes for being too rough by sweetly pulling you into his lap on the couch, running his hands up your sides as he sucked on your tits, rocking his hips up into your already overflowing cunt, the creamy stickiness of his release dribbling down his cock which made the sound of him thrusting more amplified and downright filthy.

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rainforest-daisies · 7 months

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Day 3|shower sex

Character: Daryl Dixon x AFAB!reader

TW: shower sex, manhandling, Daryl finally taking a shower

A/n: “omnomnom” -me eating this one up rn

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Daryl's hands had been all over you since he got home. He had insisted you stay home and not accompany him on his ‘hunting trip’ that would ‘only take a day or so’, yet, it had been three.

He was covered in dirt and sweat, leaves stuck in the back of his hair from sleeping in a tree, with a desperate need for a shower being dismissed to hold you in his arms once more.

His fingers pulled at your sundress, praying to whoever was above that you weren’t wearing anything under it. Yet, before he could decipher if the prayer was heard, your hands pushed his torso away. “Get these clothes off,” before you could finish your sentence, he replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Get these clothes off, so I can wash them. You’ve been wearing them for three days straight.” You finished, spinning around and making your way to the bathroom to start a shower for him. “Lavender or strawberry?”

He let out a quiet grunt of confusion, “what soap scent do you want? You’re taking a shower before we do anything.” He was silent for a moment, until he quietly mumbled out “Lavender.”

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You sat on the couch, with an old book almost falling apart in your hands, fully immersed in the storyline, almost so immersed that you almost didn’t hear Daryl call for you from the bathroom. he had asked for you to hand him the shampoo, apparently, he couldn’t reach it on the counter from the shower. You grabbed it and reached to hand it to him, but his hand didn’t grasp onto the shampoo like you expected, it wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into the shower with him.

“Daryl! My dress! It-” Before you could finish, he interrupted you again, but this time with a kiss. His hand met the back of your thigh, swiftly lifting it up to wrap around his waist, whilst pushing you against the cold tile of the shower. He could feel your bare core pressed to his v-line, a quiet groan leaving his lips as he felt you shift against him, grinding yourself down on his lower abdomen. ” I was hopin’ you wouldn’t be wearing anything under this little thing.” He said, gesturing to your now-soaked dress.

Your hands push the dripping hair in your face back, finally seeing Daryl clearly, before moving them to run against Daryl’s clean shoulders.

His hands pulled the straps down your arms, revealing your tits. His big, calloused hand groped one of them, deepening the kiss as his cock throbbed. You could feel him pressed against your bare skin, dress dripping cold water down your standing leg making you shiver.

His thumb began to rub against your clit as he began to slide his cock inside of your already aroused cunt, quietly whimpering as his lips trail to your neck and bites the tender skin. He wasted no time fucking into you, his cock gently hitting your cervix, causing butterflies to erupt in your belly.

“I missed this pussy while I was gone. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout’ it.” He was out of breath, each thrust of his hips getting rougher, he physically couldn't slow down, he was too entranced by your hips bucking against his, groaning as he got close to an orgasm. Your moans grew louder as you were on the cusp of your own orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him, when he suddenly gripped your waist so tightly that there would probably be bruises tomorrow.

He used you, so close to his orgasm that if you clenched him one more time, he would release.

And so, you did.

Your orgasm followed shortly after his, holding him as closely as you could. Even after he pulled out, he still held onto you, heavy breaths huffed on your shoulder.

“Could ya’ pass me the shampoo now?”

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aliidarling · 6 days

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the less i know the better pt. 2

RICK GRIMES x fem!reader x DARYL DIXON

part 1

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable

summary: everything is fun but then u try and run away... they arent very happy :(

tags: nsfw obvi, p in v, forced entry kinda, double penetratrion, degrading, humiliation, anal, throat-fucking, creampie, manipulation, face slapping, mean rick and daryl, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap...)

nsfw content below !!

They kidnapped you. Were you really gonna let them Stockholm syndrome you into staying? That would be pathetic-- Plus, Negan would kill you. He’s probably already sending other soldiers out to find out where you were. You hoped he wouldn’t be on your ass about your disappearance when you got back.

Because you would get back. You’d make sure of it. It didn’t matter if they were so gentle with their hands and how they kissed you. In the end, they were from Alexandria and Negan wanted them dead.

You tried to keep these thoughts in mind as you swiftly snuck out of the house, light on your toes. You held your breath. It was late at night in Alexandria, the streets empty, and the subtle sounds of zombies gnarling outside of the walls the only thing audible for miles.

It was chilly. You hugged your thin jacket around you a little tighter, glancing around cautiously. You carefully walked towards the back of a few houses. After being here for some time, you had managed to pick up on some clues and hints on how to get out of here.

Just a few days ago you came across Carl and Enid sneaking out of the gates by climbing it and dropping down onto the other side. You thought it was dangerous, but anything to get out of here, right.

Placing a foot on the gate and your hand on one of the ridges, you started to shakily climb it. You felt the small creaking noises, making your heart thud.

Don’t fall, don’t fall, you thought to yourself. Being found dead after sneaking off would be very embarrassing.

You had barely climbed a few feet when someone’s hard grip clasped around your ankle and yanked you down aggressively, making you let out a loud high-pitched squeak.

The man manhandled you over his shoulder. You heard his grunt and immediately knew who it was, even if all you could see was his back. You struggled over his shoulder, thrashing.

“Let— Let me go!” You screech.

“Shut the hell up.” He growls darkly, slapping your ass as a way to silence you. Your squeak makes his grip harden, and he turns towards his house and starts walking.

“You’re so ungrateful.” Rick says lowly. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You had never heard him sound so mean. He had his moments in the last few weeks where he had gotten angry with you, yes, but you could tell this was different.

“You kidnapped me!” You yelled back in defense, scoffing at his audacity. You thrashed harder, kicking your feet and trying to get free of his hold. You manage to kick him in the gut, which makes him brutally slap your thigh after he lets out a grunt.

“Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what you’re in for. I’ve been treating you so nice, so gentle, and you go off and do this shit?!”

You glared at his back. “You forced me to submit to you and Daryl!”

“Like hell we did, all we did was shove a few fingers into that tiny cunt and you were moaning for us. We didn’t even have to sweet talk you, you’re just a slut at heart who’s depraved of male validation.”

Ouch.

You go silent as his words echo in your head, his vulgar language making you squirm slightly over his shoulder. Rick being the man he is, immediately notices and speeds up his walk, nearing his lawn.

“God, of course, you’re getting off on this.” He groans in annoyance. “I could beat the shit out of you and you’d be into it.” He snickers meanly. “Maybe I should.”

You let out a whine, wiggling some more. He enters his house and throws you down on his couch. He walks off to his coat rack, takes off his iconic brown jacket, tugs at his shirt collar, and sighs lowly. He swore, you were making him grow more grey hairs, and he wasn’t even that old yet!

“You’re stressing your old man out, sweetheart.” He coos mockingly, a dark glare being cast your way. You flinch and shrink on the couch, hugging your flimsy jacket around you.

“You deserve it.” You grumble. He rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ brat.” He mumbles.

Just a few minutes later Daryl comes barging through the door, his body language pissed. You stiffen in discomfort as his eyes come straight to yours.

“I’m sorry—“ You squeak quickly, but you’re silenced by Rick smacking your cheek. You yelp, clutching your cheek with a shocked look as you gaze up at the two men.

They both stare down at you with scowls and crossed arms.

“How far did she get?” Daryl grumbles, turning to Rick and giving you a stinky side-eye. You grimace.

“The gate—“ You start, only to get bonked harshly by Rick once again.

“Did he ask you? I don’t think so.” He glared. “Now shut the hell up, girl.” They both turn away and start exchanging whispers and growls. They were both pissed at you, you could tell. You didn’t know what to do.

After another few minutes, they both slowly turn to you again. This time, a different glint was in their eyes. One you recognized. You shivered as you started to lean back slightly, your frown deepening. They notice and snicker in amusement, Rick coming to grab your shoulders and push you down onto the floor.

You yelp loudly, your knees knocking against the floor as you stumble and land on your hands and knees.

“Stop it, that hurts!” You pout, leaning your weight on your thighs as you sit on your heels. Rick grabs your hands and pulls them behind you. You squirm in discomfort.

“Ouch.” You grumble. Daryl walks in front of you and starts unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widen, and in seconds you’re face to face with his large bulge. You gulp nervously, looking up at him through his lashes.

“You want me to…”

“Yeah, ya’ stupid bitch, it ain’t that hard. C’mon.” He huffs. You resist rolling your eyes at his language, frowning up at him before looking back down at the bulge shoved in your face.

You attempt to pull your hands from Rick to pull his boxers down, but his grip on your wrists tightens.

“How the hell do you expect me to suck you off when I can’t even move?!” You say with an exaggerated tone. This was so damn annoying. You couldn’t give the man the blowjob he was asking for because of him and he was getting angry?

“Figure it out,” Rick says from behind you. You hear the sound of Ricks's belt unbuckling, and the feeling of hard leather wrapping around your wrist.

“This is not fair, at all—“ You whine loudly as you squirm and tug at the restraint, your face still shoved in his boxers. You yelp when you find yourself getting slapped by Daryl. Your bottom lip trembles as you look up at him. That was mean.

“Shut up before I force it down your throat, lil’ girl. Now use your teeth to pull down mah’ boxers, hmm? Or are you too stupid to do that?” He scoffs, his hands coming to grab at the sides of your face and press your nose into the fabric of his boxers.

Your nose scrunches up as he does this, a frown painting your expression. You hesitantly bite at the waistband, struggling but eventually managing to pull them down just enough for his cock to spring out.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it.” You mutter to yourself, leaning closer and giving his tip a little kiss. His breath hitched, a snigger leaving his throat.

“Ya’ think you deserve gentle treatment after that stunt you jus’ pulled?” Daryl glanced at Rick with a look in his eyes, seeking approval for something. Rick, who was now kneeling behind you and starting to unbutton your jeans, nodded.

Before you could speak another word, Daryl’s large hands cup your head and start to push it down on his cock. “Lips around teeth, yeah, just like that, now c’mon, nice and easy, don’t want you to puke all over my cock.” He mumbles, eyes narrowing as he sees his cock slowly disappear into your mouth.

Your protests all go muffled as you feel him filling your mouth, your gag reflex having your nose scrunch and eyes water. Rick from behind you starts to shove his hand down your pants, rubbing at your thin panties. You let out a surprised yelp at the feeling, which makes Daryl groan at the vibration.

“Oh yeah, see— I knew you were just a lil’ cock hungry, now you got cock down your fuckin’ throat and you’re all better, right? Not gonna run away anymore, right? Shake your head for me, baby.” He coos mockingly as he starts to bob your head up and down forcefully.

Tears well up more as you give him a shaky nod, barely holding it together as you feel his head hit the back of your throat. You start to gag.

Rick from behind you stops his rubbing on your clothed-pussy and whispers in your ear, his hand coming to rub your throat.

“Easy now, sweetheart. Relax your throat.” He hums. You try your best to relax, squeezing your eyes shut as some gags leave you. Eventually, you relaxed enough for Daryl to start thrusting his cock into your mouth smoother, back and forth.

Daryl throws his head back, groaning at the way your throat hugged his cock.

“Jesus Christ, fuckin’— throat is like a vice.” He scoffs, his eyes barely open as he starts to thrust more hard. Your body squirms but is immediately held back down by Rick. His hands shove themselves back down your pants, going to rub at your clit.

While Daryl uses your mouth like a glory hole, Rick is snickering at how wet you are. His fingers glide across your panties towards the damp spot. You flinch at the contact and try to pull away from his wandering hands, blushing intensely.

Daryl’s grip on your head tightens as he feels you squirm. He somehow forced his cock deeper, making you let out a muffled cry. Tears stream down your cheeks at the intrusion in your throat, being fucked relentlessly.

Eventually, he cums in your mouth and pulls back with a low groan. He stares down at you, pumping his semi-hard on in front of your panting face. You use this time to breathe in deeply, trying to grab onto every breath of air you can take.

“No more, please—“ You whimper, blinking up at him. He doesn’t listen to you and pumps himself for a few more seconds before finishing all over your face again. You gasp as his cum squirts onto your expression, your nose scrunching up. You shrivel up, mouth twitching.

Rick holds back a laugh at how pathetic you look. He turns to the side to grab a towel, handing it to you with a condescending pat on the head.

“That was just humiliating, man.” He shoves Daryl’s shoulder, the both of them staring at you. You sat on the floor on your knees, drying the cum and tears off your face as you tremble, coughing every few seconds.

“Girl deserved it.” Daryl huffs. He glanced at you, Rick, and then motioned towards you. Rick smiles and nods. He quickly comes up to you, picking you up by your armpits. You yelp, dropping your towel and squirming. He picked you up so easily.

“Hey—“ You weakly protest before getting silenced by the large man carrying you. They both drag you into Rick's bedroom, setting you down on the bed.

You barely have time to do anything before their hands are all over you, Rick pulling your jeans and panties down in one go while Daryl’s sticky hands grasp your chin and pull you in for a kiss. You’re being manhandled and fondled, squirming and trying to pull away before eventually kissing back.

Rick's hands pull down his jeans, a large bulge in his boxers. The view of your throat getting brutally fucked must have made him hard, no surprise about that.

Daryl sits himself against the headboard, his large hand pumping his now fully hard cock, his other hand patting his lap.

“Bring er’ here, facing me. Wanna see that pretty face.” He says. Rick plops you down onto Daryl’s lap. You had forgotten about the belt around your wrists, but when you attempted to tug at your hands to wrap them around Daryl’s neck, you were pleasantly surprised. You grimaced.

“I’ve been good, c’mon, just untie me, please.” You attempted to plead with puppy eyes, feeling Rick from behind you grab your shirt and bunch it above your chest. He wasn’t able to fully pull it off because of your wrists so he just compromised.

“Shut up before we gag you.” Rick scoffs. He sits behind you, his hands coming to spread your legs.

“Should I use lube?” Rick says to Daryl. Daryl blinks before grumbling.

“Yeah, don’t wanna tear her ass apart.” He snickers.

Your heart drops as you start to squirm and protest..

“W-Wait, what? You’re not going in my ass! Please don’t!” You whine. Daryl grabs your head and shoves it into his chest, your voice going muffled. You let out a cry as he uses his hand to raise your hips and position your pussy above his hips, sliding you down gently. He shushes your whimpers and cries as you feel your walls get stretched out without prep.

The only lube provided was your natural slickness, and in the end, even with how wet you were, you were no match for his girth. Your thighs tensed as he slowly bottomed out inside your tight cunt. His head leans back against the headboard with a heavy sigh, blissed out from how snug you were wrapped around him.

Tears come back from the burn in your lower body, trembling. Your voice shakes, pleading quietly as Rick behind you spreads your butt cheeks and prods at your pucker. You flinch and curl into Daryl’s chest, shaking. He giggled and brushed his hand through your hair, his other hand holding your hips down.

“Don’t—“ You’re silenced by Daryl’s lips on your own. Your protests are muffled as you lean into the kiss slightly, your wrists sore from the harsh restraints.

“Tight fuckin’ ass,” Rick grumbles from behind you. You hear something squirt, before yelping when something cold is pressed against your pucker. You shudder, pussy tightening around Daryl, making him groan in ecstasy.

“Don’t make er’ cry even more, as cute as it was we don’t wanna damage any internal bits.” Daryl snickers against your lips. You whine.

“How about you just don’t go in my—“ You’re silenced by the feeling of a thick cock starting to enter your tight hole, eyes widening in the pain. You squeal loudly, trying not to sob from the pain but failing. You had never had anything in that hole, and now there was a man behind you forcing himself deep into it.

“Good girl, just take it, you deserve this.” Daryl hushes you gently as you mewl from the stretch, your body tensing. Rick groans from behind you, his hands tight around your waist, holding you down as he slowly but surely bottoms out.

Once he’s fully buried inside you, they go still, watching as you sniffle and let out tiny cries. You were shaking from the intrusion, lips pressed together tightly as you did your best not to let out any sobs. You failed. Being stuffed with two cocks in both holes, front and behind, was overwhelming and you had no idea how to even cope with something like this. The last time you even had intercourse with someone was months ago— and it was some smelly Negan lackey who was looking to get his dick wet, and you were just really desperate for relief.

Rick's hands massage your waist tenderly, humming into your ear as he feels your tight hole clench down on him. He lets out a raspy groan, readjusting his hips with a little shift and making you yelp at the friction. He holds back a laugh.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He cooed mockingly, grinning at Daryl. They both stared at your shaky body, before tightening their grips and starting to slowly thrust. Your eyes widened at the feeling of them both sliding in and out simultaneously. Your eyes squeeze shut as your lips fall agape, producing moans at how full you feel. Each time one would pull out, the other would shove themselves to the hilt.

“You’re not gonna run away, ya’? You love these cocks too much, stupid lil’ slut.” You couldn't even tell which one was saying what anymore, your brain all mushy and your body like putty in their hands. You let an incoherent cry in response. They both chuckle.

“She's braindead, what a dumb little bitch.” Daryl laughs at you as he starts to thrust harder up into your cunt, humming happily at the sounds he was forcing you to produce. He tightens his hold on you so he can have more leverage, leaning back and groaning. It felt so good. The other man behind you grabs the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts start to gain speed.

Soon enough, both of them were making you sob from pleasure as they wrecked you, battering your insides from every angle. Rick had his hand wrapped around you to rub at your clit, the other one holding your hips firmly.

Daryl passionately kissed you, groaning as he thrust upwards into your dripping hole, his hands fondling your breasts roughly. He pulled and tugged at your nipples, making your arch deepen.

“Oh, o-oh, please, I’m gonna—“ You choked out, tears painting your flushed cheeks, tugging weakly at your restraint. Rick pulled at your hair harder, groaning at how your walls tightened around him.

“You wanna cum? Hmm? Promise you won’t be a stupid brat and try to run away again?” He sneers, pressing his chest firm against your back, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his cock twitching as he felt his orgasm start to near.

Your words were sloppy itself, whimpering incoherent rambles of words, desperate for a release.

“Y-Yes— Yes— p-promise!” You whined into Daryl’s chest, sobbing and shaking as they held you tightly and smothered you with their bodies. You were sandwiched completely, full, and happy.

“We find you running away again, we’ll slut you out for hours and force our cocks in every hole you have, got it? Don’t be an idiot, nod like a good girl.” Daryl huffs, pushing your head into his chest and silencing your moans and sobs. Your dumb little noises and pleas have them both snickering.

“C’mon then girl, we don’t got all day.”

Rick's fingers rubbing at your clit intensely, Daryl twisting your nipples, and their cocks shoved so deep in you eventually have you clenching down and spasming around them. You cum hard on Daryl’s cock with a loud mix of a cry and moan, quivering.

Just shortly after, they both finish in you, watching their juices drip out of your abused holes as they slowly pull out. Their eyes flicker to your face and how you were completely limp, lying on Daryl’s chest for support.

“Good girl, baby, took us so well. We’re so proud of ya’.” Daryl gently wraps his arms around you, smiling darkly at how they both ruined you. He motions to Rick to grab a pair of clothes and a towel for you.

Seconds later, Rick carefully took you from Daryl’s arms. He scooped you up and sat you down on the edge of the bed, spreading your thighs with a pat and wiping you off with a bathroom towel.

“How ya’ feeling?” Rick hums softly, smiling at you. It was like a complete switch from how they were just brutally fucking you.

“Tired.” You mumble lamely.

You hear a small chuckle leave both of them. Daryl gets off the bed to pull his clothes back on, but not before untying your wrists and pressing a sweet kiss to your red bruise. You frown as you gently rub your sore wrists, wincing.

“Sorry sweetheart, but that’s what you get when you decide to be all brave and run. But you learned your lesson, didn’t you?” Rick says sweetly. You smile weakly and mutter a shaky, “Yes sir.”, before raising your hands when he says so.

He slides one of his cotton tee shirts onto you. He smiles at the adorable sight of you and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a small kiss. He then squished your cheeks as you let out a little whine, pressing kisses all over your soft skin and nose.

“Let’s get ya’ in bed, probably so tired. Poor baby.” He whispers softly to you, tugging on one of his pair of boxers before picking you up once again, carrying you to his bed, and tucking you in.

You lay there still, frowning as you were babied by the two men. You didn’t know what to say. You liked the feeling of them taking care of you, but the reminder of the situation you were in sent goosebumps down your back. They had kidnapped you and forced you to stay with them.

This was so fucked up. But what could you do? A part of you was starting to like them.

“Goodnight, baby.” Daryl ruffles your hair, climbing into the bed and nuzzling his face into your chest. Rick spoons you from behind, his legs tangled with yours.

“Night.” You say quietly, with no energy to speak up.

You had nowhere to run.

guys can u tell i’ve never had it up my ass

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nosebleeds-247 · 4 months

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It Looks Better on You

Description: Daryl comes home from a supply run to quite the surprise. You have missed him so much you decided to wear his clothes as a reminder of him. Little do you know what kind of effect that will have on him

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X reader

Warnings: smut, pretty vanilla tbh, doggy style, and some hair pulling.

It’s late when Daryl gets back to Alexandria. He was out for quite a while, having gone hunting for some venison. The door creaks as he steps inside your shared home, shutting it behind him. He doesn’t notice you in the kitchen at first, setting down his crossbow at the door. When he turns, he pauses, eyes roaming all over your figure. He quirks a brow, his expression hard to read.

“The hell you wearin’?” He asks, southern accent thick as he speaks with that low voice of his, almost sounding gravelly.

“Your shirt…I missed ya”, you mumble out, a bit bashful at the confession.

Daryl scoffs, shaking his head as he steps closer, a faint frown crossing his lips. “You’re wearing my shirt” he questions, now pulling slightly at the hems of it.

“Ain’t that what I just said”

Daryl smiles slightly and rolls his eyes. He questions further, a smirk now etched on his lips, “So instead of just waiting for me to come back you wear my shirt because you missed me…”.

“Ya! It’s smells like you Dare!”

“Ya know I hate when you call me that”, he responds. However, you’re pretty sure he secretly loves the endearing little nickname. He’d probably think something was wrong with you if you ever stopped calling him “Dare”…

“Hm.” He leans back, looking you up and down, breaking you out of your thoughts,“So is my shirt the only thing you’re wearin’ right now?”

“Mm why don’t you see for yourself…”, you trail off, knowing Daryl loves it when you tease him. You run your hands through his hair, slightly pulling on the ends.

Daryl tilts his head, and without saying anything, grabs your wrist to drag you to his room, closing the door behind him. You giggle at this, knowing he’d give in eventually, but not this quickly.

Daryl pushes you onto his bed, hands running down your arms and over your shoulders and your face flushes. You can’t count the amount of times you’ve been in this position, under him but it still brings a blush to your face.

Daryl’s eyes roam over every inch of your skin that is visible, tracing lines with those cold fingers of his. There’s a faint smirk on his lips, almost mocking how your face is now red.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling Daryl in for a kiss. He groans and connects his lips to yours, his rough hands now tangle in your hair. Daryl tugs at your locks, eliciting a whine from you. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

As the kiss becomes more intense, both of your clothes are rapidly removed. You’re left only wearing his shirt. You trail your hands down your body, grasping at the fabric of the shirt.

“Keep it on, it looks better on ya anyway…”, he trails off.

You smile at this and Daryl picks you up off of the bed, only to turn you around and bend you over the side. You gasp as the head of his member rubs up and down your folds, nudging at your clit.

“Oh god, please Dar- need you!”

Daryl pushes into you eagerly, his hands grasping at your hips. He pulls you into each of his thrusts. The pace is slow but brutal, as you’re sure the slapping of skin can be heard from afar.

You don’t seem to care as you moan wantonly at his fingers that are now pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Daryl quickens his torturous pace and pulls your head back to place a quick kiss on the back of your head. “Jus keep squeezin my cock like that”, he whispers into your ear.

The sound of his praises ring in your ears as you feel yourself coming closer to your peak. “Please don’t stop”, you whisper out hoarsely. Daryl let’s go of his hold on your hair and moved one hand down to circle on your clit.

“Oh god”, you groan as your high crashes down on you. You feel Daryl’s release spurt inside of you while you’re coming down from yours.

He squeezes your hips in adoration and pulls out, immediately bringing you down to lay with him. He plants a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Sorry for taking your shirt”, you apologize.

He scoffs and fiddles traces a line along your body with his finger. It comes to a halt at the end of the shirt and he pulls at it, “like I said, it looks better on you anyway”.

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR POOKIE, NORMAN BTW 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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rheasonly1 · 5 months

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“Where ya off to?” a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You turn around to see Daryl leaning against the truck you were packing your things into. Playing with your fingers and looking down at your feet, you weren’t able to give him an answer. You’d been putting this off for weeks maybe even months but it had been too long and you had to leave now or never.

A cough made you shoot your head up remembering daryl was stood there waiting for an answer. “You weren’t really meant to catch me in the act. I was just gonna get up and leave.” You gulped. He shuffled his feet and repositioned him self against the truck.

“Yer what?” He questioned.

Confused you looked him in the eye squinting. “Leave Daryl. I’m leaving.” You said sternly. He scoffed and leaned his head on his hand admiring you in a way with a slight smile. This confused you even more making you sigh in frustration. Turning around you continued to pack your things and toss them into the back of the truck.

“s’funny how ya think ‘m gonna let that happen.” He scoffed.

You massaged your temples in annoyance. “Whatever you’re trying to do I suggest you stop it. Nothing will change my mind. My time here is done I have to move on.”

He shifted uncomfortably and stepped in front of you. This was weird. This wasn’t a Daryl move. It was obvious he realised this too yet he still did it.

“Ya can’t go.” So simple yet so meaningful.

You crossed your arms and looked up at him leaning your back against the truck. “Why’s that?” You asked with your eyebrows raised. He scratched his head and looked around in different directions avoiding the question.

He bit his lip and turned back to you. “Cause I’ll miss ya.”

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Hiii omg It’s been so Long. I missed writing on here and just thought I’d give it a go again obviously I’m rusty. This is dry and boring with no plot I know but it’s kinda cute. Begging people to stay isn’t Daryl’s forte as we all know but If he ever got close I feel this is what it would be like.

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion smut #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #the walking dead daryl #norman reedus

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angeluvvv · 10 months

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the way this man has me in a chokehold 😮‍💨

#YOU CAN BE THE BOSS DADDY #I love this man to the moon and back bro #he is just so babygirl and he is such a cutie #i wanna be hisssss #dilfism #his little bunny 🫠#daryl dixon #norman reedus #jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead #norman reedus smut #daryl imagines #daryl dixion smut #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #twd smut

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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

•Masterlist•

I’ve always wanted to dance, to strap on pretty pink ballet slippers and wear the tights and everything, ever since I was a little girl and first watch Swan Lake, watching how there was a light beautiful side but how also a dark side to a person it hooked me, but that dream was quickly crushed when my parents refused, saying they didn’t have enough money to put me in ballet because my older brothers football was more important and they couldn’t afford both at once

It’s always been like that, whatever my brother wanted he’d get within a reasonable price, but when I asked for the simplest things they would get mad and always turn me down, saying I should get a job if I ever wanted anything. So that’s exactly what I did, I got a waitressing job at the little diner in town, working after school and on weekends just hoping to be able to save enough for ballet classes, but balancing school and work everyday is exhausting and having a terrible home life ontop of that doesn’t help

My older coworker told me to make some friends and that might help things, help distract myself for a while and have a person to relay on for once but it wasn’t so simple, if you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, or had nice clothes and money in my school then the girls treated you like a ghost

So here I am sat at my usual bench under the wilting tree behind the school for lunch, sitting in the cafeteria all alone at a whole table felt pathetic, embarrasing, plus it was more comforting here, no pry judgemental eyes, plus the air out here smelt of fall, fallen crisp leaves, the towns forest right behind the school, it was comforting

I finished my lunch putting the book I was ready away in my bag and made my way back for my next class, biology and today we were getting a new seating arrangement, one I’ve been waiting for the whole month since I was sat next to one of the mean girls, I took my seat right as the bell rang

“Okay class today we are moving around, so find your spots” she said as she projected the new seating up on the board, I found my name at the second table to the back on the left, I made my way noticing I was sat with Daryl Dixon. He was quiet, usually kept to himself kind of like me, people would always talk bad about him but never dared say anything if his older brother was around, I remember the times my brother would complain about how obnoxious Merle Dixon was….as if he wasn’t the exact same

I plopped down next to him taking out my books and pencil case

“Hi”

“Hey” he said keeping his eyes on the table

That’s all we said to each other the whole period until the end of class

“Okay everyone, whoever you’re sitting with is now going to be your new lab partner, you’ll be working on this project together outside of class and it’ll be due at the end of next week, so I advise you figure out a time and place to work on this” she said as she handed out papers seeing it was a project on the cycle of frogs and their habitats

There was 10 minutes left in class for us to figure out how to get this project done, I turned in my seat looking at Daryl, up close I noticed he was actually kinda cute in a mysterious way

“Would you like to come to my house tomorrow so we can work on it?” I asked as tomorrow was Saturday

“Sure” I wrote down my address and gave it to him right when the bell rang

I was getting ready for Daryl to come over, I don’t know why I was so nervous maybe because I’ve never really had many people over and that my parents and brother were psychotic and mean and I didn’t want him to witness that. I looked in the mirror brushing out my hair that I’ve combed through a hundred times already, hoping my outfit was nice enough, a whiteish sweatshirt that had a hint of blush pink to it, paired with black leggings just wanting to be comfortable but hopefully still cute, that’s when I heard a knock at the door

“ILL GET IT!” I screamed not wanting anyone else to answer especially not my brother since he knew Daryl was Merle’s brother

I stood infront of the closed door huffing out a breath to calm my jitters, I opened it and there he stood, hands in pockets with his usual gruff demeanor

“Come in” I said stepping aside for him to come in

“Do you wanna work in my room?”

“Sure” he said as he kicked off his shoes

I lead the way to my room, it wasn’t a big house so it wasn’t like we had to go down hallways to get to my room, I closed the door when we got in as he dropped his notebook on my bed looking around my room which made me anxious, my walls had little framed photos of Swan Lake, little painting of ballet slippers, my room wasn’t much since my parents put so much into Jackson’s room but these photos were all I had to keep me happy

“Nice room” he said with a smirk

“You don’t have to lie” I said smiling as I crawled on my bed sitting up against the head board as he followed to sit at the foot of the bed

“I ain’t, it’s…..different, do ya dance?” He asked looking back to the pictures I adored

“No, I’ve always dreamed of it though”

He looked at me with a strange look I couldn’t read

“Well why don’t ya?”

“My parents won’t let me, said Jackson football is my important and will lead to something” I said shrugging my shoulders, if anyone could understand brother problems it would be him

His usual glaring eyes softened but I didn’t want the pity, I thought about my crushed dream enough I didn’t want to think about it more so I flipped open the text book to the section we needed and we got to work, it was silent for the most part and I welcomed it, until we took a break

“Merle says yer brother is always runnin his mouth, talks bad about ya” my heart thumped in my chest, Jackson could say anything about me and I’d have no way to deny it since no one really liked me and he had his whole football team full of guys who only thought with one thing

“What does he say?” I asked nervously

“Says yer a weirdo, says ya run around sleepin with every guy on his football team” my heart felt like it stopped and shrivelled up

“What……..I would never, I can’t believe he would say that, I don’t know why he hates me so much” I said as my bottom lip quivered try to control myself, not wanting to cry infront of him and make him uncomfortable

“Merle an I, we don’t believe ‘em……..plus it ain’t like everyone else in that damn school ain’t like that” he said looking back down at his note book, fidgeting with his pencil

“It would be better if I had friends that would believe me and be on my side” I said huffing a little sarcastic laugh

“I can be yer friend” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him

“You don’t have to pity me, I know you don’t like people” he looked back up at me with he glaring expression but for some reason it didn’t bother me

“I ain’t pitying ya, yer one of the few people that don’t annoy me at school, yer nice and keep to yer self” he said bluntly making my heart flutter

“Okay, I’d like to be friends then!” I said smiling as we both went back to work

After 2 hours of going back and forth working and talking we got the project done, I led him to the door standing there as he laced up his shoes, I opened the door as he stood back up

“So uhh, ya wanna hang out again tomorrow?” He asked gripping his backpack strap

“Sure, I have a shift at the diner in the morning but you can come by and we can eat there after I’m done, I get a discount!” I said excited

“Sounds good” he said about to leave before I stopped him

“Wait, here’s my number, it’s for my room phone so you can call anytime if you want” I said handing him a piece of paper with my number

“I’ll call ya later then, see ya” he said in his gruff voice as he left watching him disappear up the side walk

It was the next day and I was almost done my shift, I’d covered a lot of tables and was now just wiping down the counter waiting to see Daryl walk through the door, the door bell chimed and I looked up excited but instead it was Jackson and some of his football team members, they came in loud and obnoxious as usual

They came to the counter, filling three seats along the counter

“Jackson what are you doing here?” I asked putting down the rag I was using

“Oh come on sis we’re just hungry” he said sarcastically as his friends laughed with him

I sighed taking out my pad “well what do you wanted?”

“I wanna see you bent over my truck” his friend said, I was disgusted but I wasn’t good with this kind of thing

“Cute little thing like you mmmmm, what I wouldn’t do” his other friend said

I was beyond embarrased I just wish someone could help me, and as if my prayers were answered someone came in to intervene

“Leave er alone jackasses” I looked down to a seat further down the counter seeing it was Daryl, he must have just came in

“Oh ya and what’re you gonna do Dixon?”

“Just get outta here” he said sending a glare that could kill, they huffed and got up with a commotion

“Whatever, we’ll see you around bitch” they said to me before they left, I made my way to where Daryl was seated my face felt so hot

“Sorry you had to see that?” I said giving him a glass of water

“Do they do that often?”

“Ya usually when I’m working on the weekend, they think it’s funny”

“I can get Merle, set them straight” he said making me smile

“Nah it’s not your problem but thank you, I’m kinda use to it by now, even though it incredibly embarrassing” I said covering my cheeks

“Anyways, I’m done now so I’ll go clock out and be right back” I said trying to change the subject, I walked to the back taking of my waist apron and got my purse

“You done for the day sweetie?” My older coworker May asked

“Yeah, but me and my friend are going to have some lunch here”

Her eyes lit up “Friend? Did you finally manage to snatch someone up” she said twirling her pen as she smacked on her cherry gum she always had in her mouth

“Yes, he’s just easy to be around”

“HE?”

“Yes May my friend is a boy don’t get all crazy, but he’s waiting so I have to go before he thinks I left” I said blushing as I went back out and sat next to him at the counter

May took our orders and left to attend to the other few customers that were still here

“So why do ya work here?” He asked

“My parents said if I ever wanted anything I needed to get my own money, plus I’m trying to save to be able to afford ballet classes, it may be stupid but it’s my dream”

“It ain’t stupid, yer workin fer what ya want, I get that” his voice was kind but the grumble to it made me tingle

“Thanks, do you work anywhere?” I asked as May gave us our meals, my strawberry milkshake and grilled cheese, and Daryl’s coke with a burger and fries

“Sometimes I work on fixin people’s bikes ‘round town ta make some extra money, Merle said I’d make more if I did what he did but I don’t wanna fall into that crowd” I knew what Merle did, the whole town did

“Maybe one day we can get outta this town where people won’t judge us and we can have actual good jobs”

“Ya maybe”

With that we silently ate our food until we finished and May gave us our checks with my discount then we were leaving heading the door bell chime

We walked down to my house as neither of us had cars, until we stopped infront of the house awkwardly

“Lunch was nice, thanks for coming bye, you can come anytime”

“ ‘course, I’ll……I’ll see ya tomorrow then?”

“Ya I’ll see you tomorrow Daryl” I said smiling as we went separate ways, I closed the door to the house my heart thumping against my chest

I finally had a friend

Part.2

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intoxicated-chan · 3 months

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❜𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

Summary ➳ Daryl never liked it when the neighborhood cop Shane came around. You, oblivious to Shane’s attempts to flirt with you and don’t see the fuming Daryl.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “You” by Ari Abdul. Those who are waiting for the first chapter of JUDAS, it’s almost done. I’m just finishing the final touches before it’s uploaded. This is also very rushed, I’m sorry.

Word Count ➳ 900

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, MODERN AU/NO OUTBREAK, DUB-CON, SHANE, jealous Daryl, sexual content, p-in-v, protected sex, phone sex, hair pulling, pet names (baby, darlin’), overstimulation, little dacryphilia…

“Goddammit Daryl!” You clutched the sheets under you as Daryl pulled your head back by your hair. “S-Slow down!” You cried out.

Daryl seemed to ignore your plea, his eyes remained on your ass and how it jiggled by each hard thrust. He continuously slammed into your g-spot, doing so without mercy.

You had no idea what’s gotten into him, he was perfectly fine this morning…

But Daryl knew what was wrong, he was angry, maybe at you but most of his anger was focused on that shitty cop.

Shane Walsh.

Daryl never believed Shane’s bullshit excuses whenever he came around your neighborhood. It was like he knew when Daryl was around, he knew of his record and his brother’s which is why he always stood back and remained silent.

Daryl was out on your driveway working on your beat-up car. He used his arm to wipe away the layer of sweat on his forehead. You had brought out a glass of ice-cold water for him, you went back inside to retrieve a rag as he asked.

“Dixon!”

Daryl froze at that voice, he cursed Shane under his breath. He turned his head slightly, enough to get a view of Shane who exited his car and walked up to him.

“(Y/n) home?” He asked, his hands on his belt as a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face.

“Busy.” He grunted in response, going back to your car.

“Mind if check?” He took a couple of steps towards your door before Daryl stood in his way.

“I’ll get ‘er.” He didn’t bother taking a second glance at him because he knew Shane had won… Yet fucking again.

You had come down the stairs, a couple of rags in hand. “I didn’t think one would be enough-“

“Cop ‘ere.” He told you, taking the rags. “Lookin’ for ya.”

“Shane? Again?” You lifted an eyebrow and peered through your window to see Shane standing there, giving you a wave. “What’s he here for?”

“The hell should I know.”

You made your way outside, seeing Shane leaning up against his patrol car. “Hey, Shane, what brings you here?”

“Just checkin’ in, makin’ sure you’re alright. Y’know, keepin’ the neighborhood safe.” Shane’s eyes lingered down your neck, he fixed his posture, getting himself a better look at your cleavage.

“Well, everythin’ is fine here. Nothin’ to report.” You let out an awkward chuckle, fixing your shirt.

Back in the house, Daryl stayed by the window, jaw clenched as his hands formed into fists.

Shane leaned in, way too close for comfort. “You free tonight?”

“I- What?” It took you a couple of seconds before his words sunk in. “No, no. I’ll be here… with my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Shane mocked. “Hard to believe a redneck like Daryl Dixon could be your boyfriend.”

“You don’t know shit, Shane. Find some other woman to ask out.” You sighed, growing frustrated.

Shane pulled out his pen and notepad, writing something. “It’s only a matter of time before he disappoints you. Call me when he’s gone or you want somethin’ better.” Ripping the paper, took your hand, and pushed into it.

Shane Walsh had crossed a line…

Daryl remembered snatching the number out of your hands and nearly ran out of the house just to punch him. You dragged him back to the room just to get him to call him.

“D-Daryl!” You mewled, shutting your eyes as you felt your hot tears slip.

“That’s it, baby, say my name.” He growled. He didn’t stop, even when you tightened around his cock, another orgasm coming down on you.

He released his hold on your hair, letting your head fall onto the pillow. He picked up his phone and began to dial the number. He left it by your head and on speaker.

“C’mon baby, let ‘im hear you.” He turned you over onto your back and shoved a pillow under your hips, letting him go deeper inside of you.

It felt like you were screaming, you couldn’t focus anymore. Not on Daryl, not on the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall… It’s a surprise that nobody had called to complain.

“Keep ya eyes on me darlin’.” He said, his hands coming to your wrists to keep them from covering your face when you tried to. “Look at me.” He demanded.

You opened your eyes to meet his blue ones, he licked his lips as his eyes were clouded.

Your nails dug into your hands. “Daryl! Daryl! Daryl!” You chanted his name over and over again, your legs coming around his hips to pull him closer.

That’s when you felt the pit again. “Daryl-!”

“C’mon, cum ‘round my cock. Let ‘im know who’s makin’ you feel like this, scream like this.” Daryl let out one final grunt as he came.

Your eyes shut instinctively as your back arched from the bed. Everything became white noise as you were sure you screamed louder than you could, waves and ripples.

Daryl slummed over your body, too tired to push him off or say anything.

He picked up the phone and smirked when he saw the call’s duration, he could hear panting on the other side. He hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, hearing it hit something.

“Stay with me darlin’.” Daryl sneered at your fucked out face. “I ain’t gonna be done with ya for a long time.”

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norman-fucking-reedus · 2 months

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Thinking about virgin season2 Daryl who would have some kind of orgasm kink??

It would start as an accident, he’s just jerking off in his tent as usual, rubbing his tip with his thumb as he gets closer and closer. His hand speeds up, hips jerking as heat pools in his belly, ropes of white landing all over him. Oddly enough, he doesn’t stop stroking himself like normally, instead continuing to stroke and tease his now sensitive cock head.

Daryl was starting to feel really good, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tightened his grip and continued fucking his hand, using his own release as lubricant. When he second orgasm washed over him, he jerked himself quickly and eagerly, eyes rolling back as his cock twitched in his hand.

Now that I’m thinking more about it he’d also probably be really into creampies, even though the first time has him stuttering, “M’s-sorry! Jus’ feels so good- so good I don’ wanna stop” He’s so embarrassed at the way his hips won’t stop moving, hiding his reddening face in your chest. The second time has him whining and gripping your body as his trembled, jaw slack as he filled you up, cum overflowing from your hole and dribbling out with his cock still pulsating inside. You happily watched the way he pulled out, cheeks crimison red as he started to stroke himself to the sight of his thick cum oozing out your clenching cunt.

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darylmydix · 4 days

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730 DAYS | daryl dixon [coming soon]

“we protect our people. we’ll protect you–i’ll protect you.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep, daryl dixon.”

summary: 2 years since you’ve been trapped with the saviors as one of negan’s many wives, and 2 weeks since you’ve made your escape into the world of the living dead, anticipating whatever fate awaits you; but when you meet unlikely hero, daryl dixon, he saves you and brings you to alexandria. it’s a paradise you’ve longed for, but how long will this freedom last until negan finds you?

pairings: daryl dixon x f!reader

warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, sexual assault, mentions of noncon, use of deadly weapons, fluff, angst, murder, slow burn-ish, strong language, torture, decapitation, s6-11, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: so i started watching twd again, which i haven’t watched in years but now that i’m a grown woman i’ve been feigning for daryl lmao, he’s so fine idcidcidc.

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sinsandsweetness · 9 months

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I cannot stop reading all of ur fics!! They are amazing!

I also cannot stop thinking about shotgunning with Daryl.

Like Daryl and her have never spoken before but he finds her getting high somewhere and joins her. They start by passing the joint between them and he keeps staring or getting touchy with her then one of them bring up shotgunning and they do it and it leads to nasty fucking

If my dirty fantasy is too much please feel free to ignore 😘

hiiii thank you sweetie💗💗 this was supposed to be a little daydream but it kinda turned into a whole one shot so… enjoy:)

cw- 18+ content, smut, nervous subby Daryl, virgin? Daryl, smoking, hand stuff, afab reader (no pronouns used), not rllllly proofread… 1.4K wc

SHOTGUN

A guilty cloud of vapor dissipates into the cool evening air as you look to see whose footsteps are rounding the corner.

“Oh. Sorry.” He grumbles, halting to a stop. Immediately eyeing the half a joint you have left, burning by your side.

“All good.” You give him a shy nod after realizing it was only him. Not Rick or Carol, who would definitely have your ass for being out this late. Especially doing what you’re doing.

You stand there, not really knowing what else to say as he takes a carton of Malboros from his jacket. Leaning up against the concrete with a knee up, sole of his boot pressed to the wall. You watch as he lights his cigarette, though you get a feeling he’s a little more interested in what's lit up between your fingers.

He tips his head back as he blows his smoke into the air. The light and spacey feeling in your mind allows you to relax in front of the typically rather intimidating bowman.

“You smoke?” You realize the second he looks over that it sounded like a stupid question.

“I mean obviously you smoke but… like smoke, smoke?”

“Before…,” he waves his hand towards the courtyard, “Yeah. ‘bit.”

You nod, thinking it would be awfully rude if you don't offer him a hit. He’s the reason you and the rest of the prison ate tonight. The least you could do is share your little treat.

“Do you want some?”

He answers with a hesitant shrug. Like he definitely wouldn't mind but he also doesn't want to say it out loud.

“Here,” You walk over and stand in front of him, a bit closer than he was expecting, though he doesn't seem to mind. Pretty thing like you, no way in hell would he object to you getting all up in his personal space.

He takes the joint from you and hands you his cigarette, to which both of you take a long drag. Trading smokes for a moment. He breathes out with a sigh. Like the instant floaty feeling was something he actually really missed.

“Don’t think we’ve met yet.” He says as the two of you continue to switch your smokes with every hit.

“I already know who you are. The famous Daryl Dixon.” You tease, mindlessly going to touch the buttons on his vest. Unknowingly sending his heart rate on a damn car chase.

He snorts at your comment, shaking his head as he lets the smoke billow out of his lips.

“I’m serious. Everybody knows who you are.”

He clearly doesn't take compliments very well because he just chews on his inner lip, taking his cigarette and putting it out on the wall. Less interested in nicotine after trying your little treat.

“Are you always this quiet?” You ask, not knowing where your boldness is coming from, but chalking it up to the reefer now resting in between Daryl's fingers.

He doesn’t answer. Just takes another hit. Avoiding your gaze.

You lean in all close, gently grabbing his free hand and guiding it to your waist. “Am I making you nervous?”

“You’re definitely not helpin’, that’s for sure.” He keeps breaking eye contact. Trying to look anywhere but your lips. Though his lack of manners is only out of nerves and he's praying that you recognize that. He’s not trying to be rude.

“Have you ever shotgunned before?” You ask, grabbing the last few hits left of the little joint. He shakes his head, the movement so subtle that you might not notice if you weren't so desperate to kiss him right now.

You smile softly. Knowing that if you laugh even the slightest bit, you might scare him off.

“Mkay. Just part your lips. I’ll go first.” You take a drag, the familiar feeling stinging in the back of your throat as you inhale. You lean in as close as you can, until your lips are actually grazing his. Exhaling slowly as he breathes you in. Immediately noticing the way his hand twitches where it’s resting on your waist.

“Ok,” You lean back only enough to hold the last of the joint in between his parted lips, “Your turn. Last one.” He inhales, as long and deep as he can, making the most out of the burning ember between your fingernails. Tossing it to the ground, you lean back in, lips brushing his own as he exhales for you. And with one hand resting on his thigh, you pull on his jacket, forcing him to close the gap between you. Pressing your lips to his. Tasting weed and smoke and the warmth of his tongue. His other hand is already at the back of your neck, pulling you forward and deepening the kiss.

There we go.

And though he’s still a little nervous, instincts kick in and he pulls you flush against him. Jeans tight in the groin as the hand on your waist snakes its way down to your ass, giving you a nice squeeze.

“Mhm,” your sound is quiet against his mouth, but it doesn't make its way past Daryl’s ears. His cock twitches in his jeans at the realization. And he definitely isn't prepared when you start to grind into him, the friction forcing a little sound of his own to escape against your lips.

“Damn,” he pulls away for a second. Breathing heavy as he readjusts his grip on the locks at the base of your skull.

“This ok?” You ask, teeth knocking gently as you start as his belt. Loving the way his breath hitches at your touch.

“Right here?” He seems a little surprised at your forwardness, but in all honesty he wouldn't care if you were in the middle of the freakin’ woods. He knew the second you approached him that he wouldn't be able to say no. Not to your pretty face.

“Nobody out here but us.” You reason. Moving to kiss down his neck. His breaths get deeper and deeper the more you play with him. Hands stroking him through his boxers, while you suck a sweet little love bite onto his collarbone. To blush at later when he sees it in the bathroom mirror.

“Uh- okay. Yeah.” He swallows hard. The fact that you actually want to fuck him right here, right now gives him all the courage he needs to spin you around and press you up against the concrete.

Fuck. Yes.

He starts kissing you again. Messier this time. Less worried about you pulling away and never speaking to him again. Not that that option ran through your mind even once. He’s just a bit of an over thinker.

You grab his hand and lead it between your legs. Letting him know that it’s ok. That you want him.

“You can touch me too, y’know. I don’t bite. Well…” you trail off into a breathy moan of a laugh as he starts to rub you through your sleep pants, messy and inexperienced but trying nonetheless. He takes your moans as a good sign and dips his fingers past the waistband. No underwear to toy with before he reaches your cunt. Already dripping with arousal.

You follow suit and reach under his boxers to stroke up and down his surprisingly thick shaft.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your lips. “You’re- uh- you’re so wet.”

“Mphm…” you buck your hips further onto his fingers. Loving how they fill you up so nicely.

“You’re really good at that,” you squeeze your eyes shut as he rests his forehead against yours, curling his fingers and hitting that spot that makes your knees feel all weak. The two of you stay like that until there’s nothing but raspy, muffled moans leaving your throats. Hot, open mouthed kisses while both your hips jerk forward into each other's hands.

“Keep going, keep going,” you beg against his lips. Praying that he won’t stop or switch his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, unsuccessfully trying to settle his breathing.

“Me too.” You bring him in for one last kiss and feel a hot rope of cum melt onto your hand. Your own orgasm washing through you as finger fucks you as fast as his wrist will let him.

You rest your head against the wall as the two of you catch your breaths. Thinking about the fact that you just jerked off an almost complete stranger. Hell, Daryl probably doesn’t even know your name. Not that it matters. He wants to know a lot more than your name now.

You bring your fingers to your mouth, giving him a wicked little smirk as you suck his seed off your knuckles. Cleaning up his mess. Watching you with wide eyes and parted lips, his cock starts to stir once again.

“Y’know, I don’t have a bunk mate. If you wanna take this somewhere else-”

“Uhuh.” He nods, fumbling to fix his jeans as you wipe your hands on your pajama pants.

You try to contain your excitement, but you’re smiling like and idiot the whole way back to your bunk. Dragging him by the hand and imagining just how fun it’ll be to watch his pretty blue eyes roll back as you make him into a moaning mess underneath you.

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A/N: I’ll be starting a tag list for this fic. Daryl and reader have been together for a while. I have their whole love story mapped out so I can post that at some point too. Let me know what you guys think!

JUST US

Chapter One: Riders On the Storm

Day Zero

Police sirens sounded as she reached for her phone, dialing her husband. The phone rang and rang, and rang. She cursed to herself putting her phone back into her pocket.

They were far from town, but the sirens blared loud enough to hear miles away. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she tried to breathe, confused but also fully aware of what this all meant.

Two hours ago the TV they kept turned on in the living room had gone blank, then displayed an emergency broadcast. Now the phones wouldn’t work.

Her husband was working at the local garage this morning, one of the few odd jobs he did. If she knew her husband well enough he’d be speeding home in that banged-up red pickup.

Just then Daryl walked through the door, clearly rattled. “Pack a bag, we gotta go,” he said hurriedly.

“What’s going on?” He brushes past her opening the hall closet grabbing his crossbow and holding it out to her. “Daryl”

“Y/n we gotta go, now” he looked over his shoulder at her. His eyes were wide like he’d seen something that had shaken him. She said nothing and grabbed the bow setting it on the back of the couch.

She watched as he grabbed their backpacks out of the closet, then began to frantically pack clothing, and canned food into their packs.

Y/n went into their bedroom, grabbing Daryl’s wedding band. One of the few sentimental things she didn’t want to leave behind. He hardly wore the band but it still meant a lot to the both of them. The second thing she grabbed was a necklace chain, placing his wedding band onto the chain, then clasping it around her neck.

She opened their closet door and began digging for the hunting knife Daryl had gifted her one year. It was missing, “I grabbed it” Daryl spoke behind her. Watching her as she stood and turned to look at him.

He noted the worn golden band on the silver chain around her neck. He should’ve known. She stepped closer to him, worry in her eyes. With his free hand, he rubbed her cheek, leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you” he spoke. Hearing those words was a rarity.

She sighed closing her eyes. This was it, the end of the world. Though it’s not how she thought it would happen. She guessed it didn’t matter. “We have to go get Dad” she spoke quietly, he only gave a curt nod.

Daryl jerked away as he heard the screen door creak open. “Stay here,” he told her. Grabbing the hunting knife from her pack. She watched as he walked down the hall, disappearing from her sight.

“Son of a bitch” she heard, albeit muffled, “Merle you can’t just-“ the rest she couldn’t make out. She made her way back out to the living room, where Merle and her husband stood.

“Hey princess” Merle drawled, smirking down at her. She shuddered, hating the nickname he’d chosen to call her over the years.

“You finished packing?” Daryl turned to her, eyes soft and questioning. She simply nodded, even though she wanted to pack the whole house in those two packs. Daryl sighed, knowing what she was thinking. He wished they could too.

Merle whistled, “Alright lovebirds, let’s get on with this shit show” walking to the screen door. It groaned as he opened it, stepping onto their porch.

Y/n followed behind him, turning to watch as Daryl locked and shut the door. He walked past her and down the steps of their porch.

The stairs creaked as she stepped down them one last time and over to the beat-up red Ford truck. Daryl held the door open for her as she stepped up into the truck.

Daryl slammed the door shut as she stared at their home. She barely noticed as he slipped in beside her. The engine of the old truck roared to life. Suddenly their home became smaller and smaller as he backed down their driveway.

The roads twisted as they made their way to her father's. The two sat in silence as he turned down the gravel driveway. Y/n noticed the front door was ajar as the truck came to a stop.

She went to get out but Daryl put an arm over her chest, stopping her. He slid out of the truck, rounding the front of the truck. Y/n watched as he made his way inside. Deciding not to wait she got out and headed inside.

A heavy metallic fragrance sat in the air. Instantly she knew the smell. Blood. “Daryl” She called out quietly, stepping a foot over the threshold of the door. There was a scraping noise, like an end table scuffing against the floor.

Y/n didn’t have a chance to react as she was tackled to the ground. She tried to push the being off of her, but with no luck. Screaming, she tried again as it snarled and lunged at her.

Y/n struggling against the being on top of her for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly the thing on top of her went slack. She cried out pushing it off of her, scrambling to get far away from it.

“Y/n you alright?” Daryl asked crouching to her level, “did it get you?” She shook her head, gasping for breath as she looked at the person lying limp next to them.

“What the fuck” she breathes out, still unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her dad, they were here for her dad. “Where’s dad?”

“Y/n” he spoke softly, like he was speaking to a wounded animal. Her stomach dropped and she shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.

She scrambled to get up, Daryl stood with her grabbing her as she tried to make her way back into the house. There was no way he’d let her lay eyes on the scene in her father’s bedroom.

“No” she croaked, pushing against Daryl. He only held onto her tighter. “No” was all she could say before sobbing into his chest. He was unsure of what to say, so he just held her.

Neither of them had heard Merle approach the porch until he spoke, “As touching as this is, we need to get on the road” Daryl glared at his brother, though he was right but he wouldn’t admit that out loud.

Y/n sniffled, as Daryl released her from his grip and ushered her back to the truck. She stared down at the floorboard, unsure of how she’d gotten back in the vehicle. Daryl had spoken to her, but she hadn’t paid attention.

She wanted nothing more than to curl in on herself, maybe even wake up cause this had to have been a dream. Right? Y/n rested her head against his shoulder, staring at the road ahead as he drove.

Chapter 2

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renren-006 · 10 months

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Idea for Daryl one shot

Reader is Alexandria native

Really liked Daryl when they met at Alexandria

She's a recruiter so they spent alot of time together and she had the biggest crush

Became so jealous of Carol on multiple occasions

Carol tells Daryl how Reader feels

Daryl starts to think about Reader

Reader feels the change in his behavior so she's cautiously hopeful

But she really believes that he's sleeping with Carol

She asks him if he loves Carol or is it just a convient end of the world physical relation ?

His reaction is up to u

But it ends with fluff

Thank you 😊

Jealousy| Daryl Dixon x Reader

word count: 1,254 A/N: heyyy!! Sorry it took me a bit to write i kinda sprained some of my fingers so I couldn't work on it for a while, but there a little better now. I took your ideas and out them into the story and i hope you like what i wrote!!!

You were there that first day the new group came into Alexandria, the day Daryl had entered your small community. You were there by the gate waiting for your brother and his husband to come back to the community from their recruiting mission. Aaron, your brother, had kept you off this run. He insisted that this was something the two of them had to do, and maybe he was right because if it had been you with a broken ankle Arron would have been more worried.

You and Arron were a few years apart and also had had a few years apart during the apocalypse. You were in college down in DC when the outbreak started and had to navigate around the overrun city by yourself until you found yourself at Alexandria's gates a few years later. You had many years of survival skills under your belt so when you were tasked with recruiting duty, you felt the job suited your skills. Since then you had been allowed to go on runs alone, and you insisted on it most times because you didn't want to be responsible for someone from Alexandria who had no knowledge of how to survive out in this new world.

When the new group arrived and Arron introduced you to them, you knew there was one person in the group you were going to like more than the others. Daryl Dixon, new resident of Alexandria and new recruiter. When the two of you started working together you couldn't help yourself from developing a crush on the man. You also consistently asked Aaron to send you on the recruitment missions with Daryl not only because of your new found crush but also because he knew what he was doing out there. He was older than you, a lot, but honestly you really didn't care. You could tell Arron could care less about the fact that his sister was smitten for the man. What made this difficult was that you couldn't help yourself from being jealous.

Carol was one of the other women who was in the new group that arrived. She was older than yourself and seemed to be a little older than Daryl. The two of them were close, and as many times as one of the others from that group reassured you the two of them were not together, you still felt jealous. One day the fist conversation you ever had with the woman went in a completely different direction than you had thought.

“Y/N right?” Carol asked you as she strolled over to you from her porch. You were on your way back to your shared home with your brother Aaron and his husband. You stopped when she spoke to you and waited till she was beside you on the street.

“Hi Carol” you said back, trying to hide the jealousy you had for the older woman.

“You don't have to be jealous of me. '' she spoke to you, grabbing onto your arm and walking with you down to your house, out of earshot of the others in her house. “Me and Pooky–Daryl are not together, so you don't have to worry about that hun! Plus he can't stop talking about you”

“Wait…you're not, I mean I know you're not just..” your mind was rattled by the woman's honesty. “You're not?” your words finally came together.

“No! Haha! He's my best friend, he's been by my side through these years, I'm sure you have one?” She questioned you.

“I mean my brother but I was alone for a while when the whole world shut down…I was in college in DC so I had to navigate by myself” you told her, letting your secrets slip out.

“Then i understand the distrust of others” she told you, slip[ping off your arm, “you do like Daryl dont you”

“How could I not” you said, hoping she gets the idea that you were hopelessly in love with the man and her presents just makes your mind flooded with jealousy and distrust. She smiled and rolled back to her house, where Daryl was now on the porch. When he caught your eye he smiled slightly sending electricity through your skin making you break out in a smile and turn abruptly back to your stairs and run up into the house.

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Carol strolled into the house leaving a gaping Daryl on the porch. When he came into the house She was grinning ear to ear.

“You have an admirer” she told the man, he was still standing there confused.

“What the hell you talking about?” he asked his best friend. “I ain't got an admirer”

“Y/N, she likes you. She thinks the two of us are together, very jealous of me getting your time.” she said with a laugh. She thought it was sweet that you liked Daryl so much.

“Y/N likes me?” he asked, “I'm…older than her” he said.

“I dont think that matters anymore pookey, the world ended social norms are kind of fucked” she told the man, who stood there souking up her words. “You wont shut up about her Daryl, clearly there is some sort of…crush you have on her”

“I…I think she's tough and i think she's…gorgeous” he spoke up making Carol become a giddy mess.

“Then show her”

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The next few days Daryl's attitude words made you self continuous. You were cautiously optimistic that his attitude towards you was because he liked you, and for a while the slightly flirtatious things he did made your heart skip a beat.

For the next week Daryl did his best to go out of his way when he didn't have to see you, to show you that he cared. He stopped by Aaron's house with flowers he pulled from the meadow outside the community, and he even told you how pretty you were on occasion. One night the two of you were miles from the community on a recruitment when you bit the bullet and asked him.

“Have you been flirting with me as a joke or do you actually like me?” you asked him, the light from the moon shone through the abandoned business buildings window. The two of you holed up in an old run down business building in one of the second floor offices.

“No…I like ya” he said, after he had to put the sniffer down and sit on the chair next to you. You turned towards him, letting his words sink in. “took convincing from Carol to uh..show ya”

“Carol, hm?” you said, so you decided to ask the question burning in the back of your mind. ”You're not sleeping with her, are you?”

“Hell nah” he said as a laugh erupted from him slightly “she's my best friend, never would sleep with her….you on the other hand..” He said slipping his hand down to your leg letting it brush the harsh fabric of your jeans. Things that night became physical and loud in that old run down business building and the semi soft carpet on the floor. The sounds of the night filled your ears and the moans of the two of you drowned out the rest of the world.

From that night on the two of you started a relationship, one that Carol was very pleased by. You and Carol became close after that and forgot all about your jealousy for the woman, seeing as she was interested in King Ezekiel after his charming attitude towards her.

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