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chelseypprimrose · 10 months

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The Nanny Next Door / dbf!negan x reader / no apocalypse au

Warnings: unprotected sex, use of degrading language, dirty talk *not proof read yet*

Summary: When you came back for summer break, you didn’t expect your father to have such a handsome neighbour.

‘Ding!’ Juggling 3 small carry on bags and 2 large suitcases, you let out a sigh as you pressed the doorbell.

Finally you had made it back to your dad’s house after the long flight and Uber journey you had to take to get there. While you liked travelling, having to bring so many bags for such a long stay, your arms felt like they could drop off at any moment. Having finished the college semester for the year, you took your fathers gracious offer to come home for a couple weeks to be able to fully relax before going into your final year, you’d really missed your home comforts and family being so far away, FaceTime calls not being enough to make you feel properly connected to them.

The front door opened with a quickness, your fathers beaming smile, dressed in his usual beige cop uniform, indicating he’d just got back from work. “Hi dad.” Your face beaming back at him, as he engulfed you in a deep hug. “Hey sweetheart, we’ve missed you so much, it’s just not the same without you round here.”

“Dad, who is it?” You heard a small voice call out from the kitchen, their head poking around the archway. “Carl!” You shouted, him running towards you when he saw you. “I missed you so much!” Trapping him in a even bigger hug than your dad had given you, out of all your family, you always missed Carl the most. After your parents divorce, you’d been each other’s shoulder to cry on, someone to talk through how you felt about the whole situation, even though Carl was still pretty young, he was more mature for his age than other children. He always knew how to get you out of a bad mood, made you laugh more than anyone else you knew.

“I can’t believe your actually here Y/N! Dad didn’t tell me you were even coming!” You laughed, squeezing him in your arms. “I think he wanted it to be a surprise kid.”

Your father began to grab your bags from the front porch, placing them near the staircase as you raised up off your crouched position you’d got into to hug Carl. “Jesus, did you really need all this stuff?” He questioned, a sharp breath leaving him as he managed to bring the last bag into the house, closing the door with his foot afterwards. You walked into the kitchen, pouring a coffee into your favourite cup from the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. “Yes, everything in those bags is essential, I’m not here for a couple days like last time you know.” You replied, taking a sip of the steaming drink. You softly moaned, the sweet caffeine perking you up straight away after what felt like such a long day. “So, got any plans to see anyone while your here?”

You shook your head at your father, you weren’t really bothered about seeing anyone other than your family, most of your relationships had fizzled out when you’d moved away, not many people showing any interest in coming to visit or even keep a good messaging schedule with you. “I’m here for one thing and one thing only, my family and relaxation baby!” You exclaimed, making them both laugh, while Rick would always be proud of how much care and effort you put into your studies, he knew how much you needed a break from it all. There had been many instances of late night phone conversations where you’d been at your wits end, the stress of college weighing you down. Carl took his leave, moving into the living room, the faint noise of the game system starting up.

The doorbell ringing caught you all off guard, Rick’s eyebrows furrowed, “Not expecting anyone?” You asked, placing your now empty cup into the sink. “No, I’m not.” He retorted, walking back over to the door. “Oh hey! Negan, come on in.” You heard your dad say, the noise of heavy footsteps and the door closing behind him and his guest. You flicked your coat off your shoulders, placing it on a chair at the dining room table, letting yourself get fully comfortable.

“Hey, Y/N! This is Negan, he moved next door after you went back to college.” You turned back to face the archway, your breath getting caught in your throat as you got a first glance at the 6’1 man walking in next to your father. He looked around his mid thirties to early forties, his jet black hair slicked into the classic ducktail look with his sideburns slight greying. Same for his salt and pepper beard, neatly trimmed into a full beard style.

Dressed in a white t-shirt that clinched his obviously toned torso, denim jeans fitting so snug on his body, a black leather jacket to top it all off. He walked with a certain attitude that you couldn’t work out if it was confidence or cockiness, a small smirk sat on his features.

“So this is the smart cookie you are always bragging about, Grimes?!” He laughed, his large hand coming out indicate a handshake. You grasped his hand, the softness of yours against the roughness of his causing your mind to wander away on what it would be like around your neck. The strong grip left yours after what felt like minutes, you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart.” He grinned back at you, “Right back at you… Negan? Wasn’t it?” You questioned, a slight false innocence in your tone. He nodded, eyes softly taking in your form. You realised your milkmaid style dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, being quite short but it was the summer you thought, too hot to be wearing anything else really.

“Did you need something, Negan? Wasn’t expecting you to be calling in.” Your dad quizzed, bringing you both back out of the little bubble your introduction had put you in. Negan swinged back around to look at your father, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Actually I had a bit of a favour to ask, I need someone to look after Elise. Gotta go out and do a couple things, was going to ask if she could come over here for a few hours, spend sometime with Carl. He’s been a really good influence on her since they became friends, finally been paying goddamn attention at school.” He confessed, Rick looking a bit sheepish at him. “Unfortunately, Carl’s got a baseball game tonight, otherwise it wouldn’t be a problem.” He felt bad for declining but these plans had been in place since the beginning of last week.

“I can look after her. I haven’t got any plans.” You mentioned nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. You heard Carl whinge from the living room, shouting. “Aren’t you going to come to my game?” Running into the room, almost knocking you over as he hugged you from the side. “I’ll have plenty of time to come see you play kid. I’m here all summer! Besides, it’s nice to help other people out.” You laughed, your hand rubbing his shoulder trying to comfort the small child. “Any friend of my family is a friend of me, right dad?” You suggested, your eyes sparkling as you looked at Negan and your father.

“Are you sure doll? I’ve only just met you and I’m already dumping my kid on you.” You shook your head, leaving Carl’s embrace, walking over in front of him. “It’s no problem at all, what time do you need me to come over?”

And that’s how you got here. Making your way towards Negan’s front door, waving to your dad and brother as they left in his sheriff’s car to go to Carl’s game. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were nervous. You’d done your fair amount of babysitting when Carl was younger, being the one to watch over his birthday parties, getting the kids involved in all the party games and fixing all the little squabbles children got into between each other, sleepovers he’d had with his friends, always cooking a small buffet dinner for them all, letting them watch scary movies until they eventually regretted it when they couldn’t fall to sleep afterwards. This was unfounded territory, Carl didn’t have many friends that were girls and you hadn’t had much experience with them. Would she even like you? Would she even want to talk to you? All these questions raced through your mind as you brought your hand up, knocking on his door three times before waiting with your hands locked together.

The door swung open, that deviously handsome face with that grin meeting you once again. “Hey doll, come on in.” Negan greeted you, moving slightly to the side so you could enter. “Thanks again so much for this, I really appreciate it. Elise! Get in here please!” He shouted, a small girl walking into the hallway. She looked the spitting image of Negan, just more innocent looking than her father. Her hair braided into two long pigtails on her head, making you wonder if Negan did her hair for her or it was self taught. “This is Y/N, Rick’s daughter, she’s gonna watch you for a while, daddy has some things he needs to do, okay?” He explained, grabbing his car keys off the side of the entryway table. Elise nodded, a shy smile on her face as she looked at you. “I gotta run doll, make yourself at home, mi casa es su casa!” He grinned, giving Elise a kiss on the head before heading out the door, locking it behind him. You turned back to the little girl, smiling softly.

“Hey Elise, it’s nice to meet you! Is there anything you want to do?” You questioned, hoping you could find some common interest with her so she felt less awkward. “Mummy always makes cookies with me? Daddy isn’t very good at it.” She gleams, you letting out a small laugh. Of cause, a eligible bachelor like Negan can’t cook. You nodded your head, agreeing that you could do it, she took your hand in her smaller one, leading you towards the kitchen.

You were about half way through finishing the batter, picking Elise up so she could put the chocolate chips into the bowl, showing her how to fold them into the mixture properly. Unfortunately for you, her elbow accidentally knocked the flour packet that was still open over, causing you both to be covered in the white powder. You squealed, Elise’s giggles filling the room as you joined along with her, placing her down back onto the ground. “Okay, okay! Oh no, come on, let’s get this into the oven before we make more of a mess!” You exclaimed, quickly rolling the slightly sticky dough into small circles, placing them on the grease proof paper covered baking tray. Putting on the red oven mitts, you opened the oven, the hot air hitting you in your face, sliding the tray onto the rack. You took the cute chicken egg timer and set it for 25 minutes, now looking down at your flour covered clothing. Elise had a little on the front of her dungarees, you getting the most of the mess on yourself. It was now around 8:00pm, Negan hadn’t given you a specific time for her to be in bed but you gathered that it was quite late now, with some resistance you managed to get Elise to agree to get into her pyjamas, promising to bring her up a cookie when they were finished. You put her into bed, with a warm glass of milk and the small tv in her room playing a animation film as well.

You made your way back down the stairs, leaving a crack in her door so you could hear if she shouted you for anything. You got to work cleaning the kitchen up, noting there was around 10 minutes left on the egg timer. You didn’t know what to do about your clothes, not only the flour but also the general mess from making cookies with a 7 year old, you decided that Negan wouldn’t mind if you washed your clothes here, right? The washer and dryer were in the kitchen, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Managing to find a cabinet with towels, bed sheets and other laundry items, you grabbed a large white towel, stripping down to your bra and panties, covering your body with the towel and putting your other clothes on a short wash cycle. After this, the egg timer rang out, causing you to jump a little bit. You grabbed the oven mitts again, pulling the tray out of the oven, using a utensil to put the cookies on a large plate to cool down. The smell of vanilla was soothing you, reminding you of your own childhood memories baking with your mother. You broke one of the cookies in half, placing it in your mouth as the taste made you moan a little. You were a damn good baker you thought, the still warm gooey centre melting on your tongue.

The beep of the washer went off, you took your clothes out, moving them over to the dryer, setting the cycle off again for 20 minutes. You grabbed a another cookie off the plate, a slight jog as you went up the stairs, fulfilling your promise to the sweet little girl. Getting closer to the door, you heard soft snores, indicating she’d already fallen asleep. You softly smiled, closing the door fully so the landing light wouldn’t disturb her sleep. Tip toeing quietly down the stairs, you walked into the living room, taking a seat on the cream coloured leather couch.

Grabbing the TV remote of the coffee table, you scrolled through the Netflix catalog, choosing some random reality competition show to put on as you waited patiently for the dryer to be finished. The opening of the front door making you nearly jump out of your skin. Negan was back early, he’d told you 10pm, it was only 9pm! The awkward moment rushed over you, you were in a towel with barely any clothes on underneath, sat in your dad’s best friends house who you’d only met today. You didn’t know what to do, did you hide? Did you scramble to the dryer hoping your clothes had finished? There was no logical route of escape from the embarrassing situation that was ahead of you, so you jumped up, the low light of the room causing a large black shadow of Negan on the wall as you heard his footsteps get closer to the room you were in.

He finally came into view, his eyes widened which turned into a small smirk on his face as his tongue swiped along his bottom lip. “Well, shit doll, I was going to give you some cash for your time but if you’d prefer payment this way.” You blushed, looking down to the floor. “I’m sorry, I swear this isn’t what it looks like, we were baking cookies and my clothes got all dirty, I didn’t think you’d mind me usin-” He cut off your rambling with a deep belly laugh, sauntering slowly over to you. You could feel your heart in your throat, his eyes wandering over your scantily covered body. “No need for apologies doll, I should be apologising for the absolute rock hard erection I’ve got from the sight of you like this.” He whispered softly, you were sure your cheeks were crimson red, you could feel the heat overcoming your face. “What would your daddy say if he knew you were in my house, nearly half naked?” He questioned, his face dangerously closer to your own, his lips ghosting over yours. His minty breath hitting your nose, causing shivers throughout your entire body. “He’d probably be very disappointed, Negan.” You whimpered out, feeling your pussy getting slicker from every word that left his mouth.

“Look at you! Innocent on the eyes but underneath, a real dirty girl huh? If you want this doll, Let. The. Towel. Go.” He punctured his last words with a deep growl. Your hands moved up towards the top of the towel, unwrapping it and falling to the floor, pooling around your feet. Negan watched you with a dark intensity, your perky breasts sitting in your turquoise blue lace bra, matching panties to match, you thanked god you’d decided to put on a proper set in advance.

A small wet patch had gathered on the material of your panties, his hands finally meeting your breasts, his heavy touch lighting your body on fire. “Are you sure you want this doll? No going back.” You quickly nodded, desperate for his touch between your legs. He pulled your breasts out of the bra, leaning down to take your left nipple in his wet mouth, his tongue circling your areola, small goosebumps coming into view. His rough hand playing with your right nipple, switching between sucking and rolling each nipple in his fingertips a couple times, causing small moans to leave your lips. You moved your hands to unclip your bra, throwing it to a unknown corner of the room, now giving Negan full access to your ample breasts.

His hands now moving slowly down your stomach towards your dripping pussy, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties, teasing you. You lightly moaned out, trying to keep as quiet as you could, knowing who was upstairs. “Negan, please. Touch me there, please.” Negan’s grin got even wider, if that was at all possible, a beautiful woman in front of him, practically begging for his dick, it was enough to get any man feral.

He picked you up in one fluid movement, placing you back first on the large couch. His hands now pulling your panties off down your legs, placing the soaked material into his jeans pocket. You moaned at the thought of him keeping them to himself, a personal trophy. His mouth placed soft kisses on the smooth skin of the inside of your thighs, one hand on your other thigh, keeping your legs open for him. “I’m sorry doll, I need you so goddamn bad. I’ll make it up to you next time.” Next time you thought, god there’s going to be a next time. Trying to hide the excitement from your face, Negan quickly unbuckled his belt, zipper coming down to expose his hard erection, your eyes lighting up at the girth that met you.

Negan’s tip met your wet opening, slowly teasing you by rubbing it up and down in between your folds, you hissed at the movement. “Shit Negan, please! I need you so fucking bad, just fuck me!” You begged, his relentless teasing making your head spin with lust. “Well since you asked so fucking nicely, doll.” His tip finally pushed in, smoothly filling you up.

Negan gave you a moment to get used to the fullness you were feeling, before moving his hips back and forth, his pace getting quicker. You actively started pushing yourself down to meet his thrusts, rolling your hips and squeezing your muscles to make sure he hit all the right spots.

He grunted, these new found angles milking him just right. His hands coming to your breasts, grabbing them roughly, causing your moans to get louder. Your bodies slapping together, you felt the pleasure build, you knew you were getting dangerously close. “Fuck, I knew you were a dirty fucking slut, doing favours for a man you barely knew, you couldn’t wait for me to be balls deep, could you?” You felt your hips bucking at his dirty statement. “No, I wanted you from the moment I saw you Ne-Negan!” You whimpered, hands grabbing bunches of the leather jacket he still had on from earlier, the cold temperature of it clashing with your hot skin.

Negan leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a hot kiss. “Come on doll, cum all over my cock pretty girl. I can feel how fucking close you are.” He whispered against your mouth, his thrusts getting deeper until he was hitting the back of your walls. That’s all you needed, your hips started to slightly buck, your walls convulsing around his shaft as it kept hitting your cervix. Negan’s hand came over your mouth, trying to stop your loud moans from reaching upstairs. “I love those pretty moans doll, can’t wait until you can scream as loud as you need to.” Your breathing heavy as you felt yourself let go, your vision blurring as you threw your head back, letting your orgasm wash over you. Negan moaned himself, the pressure of your walls tightening from your climax, he managed to hold on for a few more seconds than you until he pulled out, the hot cum coating your lower abdomen, falling softly on top of your body, him leaving little kisses on your neck as your arms came around him to hold him against you. Your throat feeling dry from the open mouth breaths you’d been taking, trying to regulate your heartbeat again. He grabbed the towel that was by his knees, giving it to you to clean up, his frame not moving from his position on top of you,

“Have I killed you, old man?” You teased, laughing softly as he managed to give you a little spank on your exposed hip. “There’s plenty more where that came from dollface, you’re mine for the next couple weeks.” He grinned, before nipping at your neck again, already ready for another round.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 months

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His girls

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters.

Two new girls find a dog, and their very handsome owner.

This is a 3rd person fic featuring my TWD self insert Sherry, and @murdadixon's Tabby. No xReader for this one.

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Daryl couldn't find his dog.

No matter how he called or whistled around the street, the damn mutt would not show his face. So Daryl set out to find him by scent. He quickly caught on and followed his trail around the block, only to round the corner and find him in the front yard of the new arrivals.

He was belly up on the grass, wagging his tail and being cuddled and scratched by the two girls that Aaron had brought in yesterday on a quick one-man scout trip. As his partner he had gotten updated on the fact but he hadn't seen them in person yet.

But they were good with Dog, so that was a bonus. Now he wouldn't have to always ask Carol to babysit him if he went out for too long.

Daryl stepped up to the girls and cleared his throat, having them both snap their heads up and quickly remove their hands from the animal.

"We're sorry, sir!" The blonde one spoke fast, hands up in apology.

"Yeah. Didn't know he belonged to someone." The redhead added, mimicking the other's stance.

A low chuckle left the man before he spoke. "S'alrigh. He weren't respondin' but now I get why tha' is." He kept standing around with his hands in his pockets as he couldn't help but notice the way thw girls were staring him up and down.

"Ya wanna babysit 'em when I go out huntin'?" The two quickly agreed. Having a dog around would surely make settling into the new community a lot easier.

"Name's Daryl, by the way." They all exchanged names and Daryl gave them some more info on the community and names, together with descriptions of people to find in case they needed something and set off to prepare for his hunting trip.

Back inside the house the two were talking, guessing and questioning things about their new home, but also happily gushing over the very handsome dog owner from earlier.

Some time later a woman came by, offering to take them to the community's inventory space and let them pick out some clothes and necessities. "Hi, you're Carol, right?" The lady was happily greeted from the kitchen by the red haired woman, only for the other one to peek her head around the living room corner and chime in too. "Yeah! Daryl told us to find you if we needed anything."

Again, the duo was met with a kind smile but taken a little by surprise as one of them quipped. "He your husband?"

Carol put a hand to her mouth as she laughed. "Oh, no dear. He's my best friend. He came by to make sure I'd check in on you. See if you were doing okay while you wait on Deanna's word."

The girls ended up tagging along on a small tour of the community, being shown the larger important areas like the infirmary, inventory and the pantry. Before they went on their trek back to the house they went to pick up their needed items.

Later that day they were met by Deanna, who officially welcomed them into the community and would be assigning them both a job in the upcoming days.

As the first week ended, Sherry, the blonde girl, had gotten a job at the inventory, repairing any damaged pieces of clothing that came in or patching up curtains, blankets and towels.

Tabby, the redhead had gotten a job at the pantry next door to help Olivia with her job that was becoming a little too much for just one person, making sure inventory was kept and no one took too much off the shelves.

The girls stayed together that way and quickly became a part of the community.

Thanks to quickly becoming friends with Daryl by dogsitting so often, they were given the option to live with him, since after Carol moved to the Kingdom, his house was almost empty anyways.

The three of them talked about it and agreed it'd work out fine and within the week after that they both moved in.

Two weeks in their new community and they were living with the gorgeous old man and his adorable dog.

"Don't think hitting the jackpot was still a thing during the apocalypse." Tabby called from the stovetop.

"Besides stumbling on a truckload of food, you mean." Sherry called back from the couch, where she was frankensteining a warm hoodie out of old scraps.

The two laughed around together until Daryl came home, announcing he'd be leaving on a multiple day hunting trip. Something about seeing better at night with the full moon up.

The girls agreed to care for Dog while he was gone, and he brought back quite the amount of game.

And the next full moon he left again, and brought back a nice haul.

The next moon, the same tale.

They also learned he was allergic to chocolate. Carol brought cookies on her visits and made sure to tell them not to eat the ones without chocolate since they were specifically made for Daryl.

"I'm pretty sure I saw him snack on a raw piece of squirrel when he was cutting one up last week." Tabby sat on the couch with her nose in a book.

"I'm almost entirely convinced he's a werewolf." Sherry shoved a notepad over the book.

"Look, all signs are there." Her voice was a little too excited, but the redhead had to admit her friend had a very clear analysis written down and all points did come together to the same conclusion.

"So, what now? You wanna sit him down and show him your notes?"

The blonde shrugged. "I mean, why not?"

The worst thing that could happen was her being wrong and things being awkward for a while. But she was so convinced she was being right that she couldn't see that happen.

So the next time he got ready for his hunting trip Sherry spoke up.

"You know you can just tell us you're a werewolf, right? No need to use weird excuses for your full moon runs."

Daryl had stopped dead in his tracks at her words. Obsessively retracing his steps to figure out how they could have figured it out. But now his clearly panicked state gave him away, and sighed in defeat. "Aigh', how'dya figure it out?"

Before Sherry could talk, Tabby had jumped up. "Wait, for real?" She let out an excited squeal. "Show us, pleasee?"

Daryl took a step back, still stuck being caught so off guard by two women who only knew him for a few months.

"She means we'd love to see you be your real self, no need to hide when we're around. Snack on squirrels if you're hungry, we don't care." A notepad covered in detailed writing was handed to him and he looked it over. His brows raising with how impressed he was she had managed to gather all this info before coming to the right conclusion.

"M'still goin' on tha hunt. Talk after, yeah?" Two nods let him know it was all good, and he went out with a much more calm feeling this time around, knowing he'd have them waiting back at home no matter what.

So he hunted in the surrounding forest, now feeling like he was being truly useful and not disgusting for once.

Not that he had issues with being a werewolf, he just hated always having to be careful and hide it all the time.

But now he could be home whenever he wanted, even when his mind howled at him and he had a hard time hiding his claws and fangs.

He hunted more this run. Brought back two deer and a nice stash of rabbits and squirrels. He almost caught a boar too but he let it go to get a stray walker away from his deer.

Back home the two women had prepared him a nice meal as a peace offering. An apology for catching him so off guard before he left.

Never in his life had he felt so welcome, but this was his home now. Him and his two girls.

His girls.

No, the girls that he shared a home with. Not his girls.

But they were his girls. His mind told him so. That night in bed he dreamt. He watched as they cuddled up with Dog, giving him head scratches and belly rubs as his vision slowly distorted and he saw his own shifted self in place of his canine companion. The blonde rubbed her tits against his muzzle as the other stroked his cock as she rubbed herself on his thigh.

He woke up panting, feeling like he was about to shift. From a goddamn wet dream..

He spent longer in his downstairs bedroom that morning. Although they said he'd be food to walk around how he wanted, he didn't want his fangs to be on display or his claws to be out but no matter what he tried it wouldn't fade. At least he wasn't painfully hard anymore.

He gave himself a pep talk before heading up to the main floor and praying the girls were out already.

"Hey Dee, wow." Tabby gave the man a once over, seeing his clawed hand as he raked it through his messy hair and offering him the drink she had gotten for herself. "Rough night?"

Daryl only grumbled in response before downing the drink and heading out to the back porch for a smoke.

And of course there he ran into the other cause of his annoyance. Sherry happily cooing at his dog as she brushed out his tangled fur.

"You look like the full moon hasn't decided to leave just yet, dude. Why not sleep in?" She suggested as she followed his figure sitting down and lighting up a smoke and grumbling some more. He disliked speaking with his fangs out.

"You can always just shift all the way to let out the frustration. You know, like a reset button." It wasn't something he had thought of before, and was now contemplating to do so.

"Just let us watch. Tabby'd be over the moon."

Oh how he hated that they were getting what they wanted and it being good for him too.. But he agreed and led her back inside and calling Tabby over.

"S'yer lucky day I guess. Sit." And without question they sat.

In front of them Daryl had dropped to his knees and let the change take over. Deep, growling breaths filled the room as he became more beast than man in mere seconds and eventually was fully transformed. He watched his housemates on the couch as they stared, wide eyed and squirming. Thighs rubbing together as they stared. Downward?

His cock stood at full attention thanks to the source of his frustration.

But neither of the girls was staring in disgust.

No, the absolute opposite.

They were interested. Their arousal was clear as day and he wasn't entirely sure how to respond.

"Want help with that, big boy?"

"I'll go lock the doors."

Both women were on their feet within seconds as Daryl sat there, processing the whole situation but not really getting to before he was being touched all over. "Just move us to where you want us, yeah?" A soft nod let them know he understood as he laid on his back.

One large paw went to tug at Tabby's sweats as the other one pawed at Sherry's top.

The hint was clear as they undressed and waited for his next order.

Within moments he had them both settled like he saw in his dreams. His thigh soaked as one grinded herself down on it and a wet pair of tits against his muzzle, his thick tongue lapping at her nipples and a rough paw pad rubbing at her clothed pussy.

Their combined moans and the feeling of their hands around his shaft were so good it didn't last long before he spilled all over his stomach. He helped them both over the edge as well before relaxing back onto the floor and pulling them both close to him.

From that moment on his two housemates did become His girls. A mutual agreement between the three of them.

More fun was had whenever one of them had a bad day, or when they were all in the mood. In both human and shifted form neither of the girls backed down and had their fun with him.

He really had hit the jackpot.

He was almost done with the day, stepping onto his porch as he caught one of the girls' voice saying something very interesting.

He knew he shouldn't, bjt he couldn't help but eavesdrop

"Man.. I wish I could have his puppies." Tabby slumped on the couch, tired after a long workday.

"I mean, if you want I can carry it for ya?" Sherry came in too, offering her a plate of food. "Would you do that? Thought that shit scared you so much." The redhead happily chowed down on the meal, offering thanks between spoonfuls.

"Babies? Never in my life. Puppies? No problem with those." She offered her friend a kind smile. "Besides, that's what friends do. Being surrogate moms for their besties? We'll have to go ask around for a breast pump and a bottle though. So you can at least bottle feed the furball."

Daryl had a hard time containing his excitement, but managed to calmly smoke another cigarette before going into the house, pretending he didn't hear any of that.

Between then and the day Daryl left for his next full moon hunting trip Tabby and Sherry puzzled together a list of needed items, from vitamins to the breast pump and bottle, to maybe some nice stretchy pants or maternity clothes.

All while Daryl waited for them to ask him about the one thing that had been screwing with his focus for over a week now.

With his stuff packed and ready to leave he was stopped by a hand with a piece of paper smacked against his arm, a flushed Tabby beside him who hid her face behind her hair.

"W'sthis?" He took the paper and went to unfold but another smacked hand stopped him. "List for Sherry and me. Please open it when you're outside the walls, okay?"

Daryl mumbled something about strange women and their words, but he agreed and pocketed the paper. He kissed her goodbye and set out to find Sherry at her workplace before leaving on his trip.

Sherry was easily found in her workplace and was informed of the secret little list he was given, said his goodbyes and now left for the gates.

As soon as Daryl was out on the main road he stopped his bike and took the small paper from his pocket. Its contents had been mulling around in his mind ever since he touched it.

But he wouldn't have guessed this was how his girls would have played their cards.

The list was full of baby stuff. And underlined in red sat those two things he heard them talk about.

His hunting would have to be delayed for a bit. His first stop was Hilltop.

He thanked the baby doctor for his donation and caught up with Maggie before setting out again, leaving a large deer at their gate as a thanks that same night. He hunted and stashed his kills for the remainder of his time and took quick runs into nearby areas to scout for the listed items.

He had a large backpack with his girls' items and a good amount of meat gathered at the edge of the woods near the Alexandria gates.

His excitement to return home was clear as he returned earlier than usual, dropping the animals that hadn't been retrieved yet off at the pantry and heading for his house immediately after.

Welcomed by his girls he dumped the bag on the coffee table, right in front of them.

"Ya girls planned on askin' me nicely?"

It was clear they weren't gonna say a word, so he was just gonna ask a million yes or no questions even though he knew the answers already.

He found it crazy how they could so openly talk about it with each other but as soon as he asked they'd be all flustered and shy about it.

"So ya want pups." A set of nods meant yes.

"And yer too scared ta ask?" More nodding.

He gave his next question some thought. He wasn't needed in the community for the next two days as those were his given resting days. And since they were both home it meant they had nowhere to be either.

"Wanna head upstairs?"

Sherry shrugged and got up to follow while Tabby stayed behind.

"You too," Daryl stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Yer as much part'a this as her."

Daryl treated his girls equally. Always making sure they got just as many kisses and cuddles. Naptime was always shared and he always made sure both of them were all the way asleep and comfortable before passing out in between them at night.

But of course he also made sure they both came at least twice, three times each before finishing himself. Twice ofcourse.

And that's how every moment they had together was spent for the next week. Up in the largest bedroom, round after round untill Tabby was too sore and fucked out, and Sherry was pregnant.

Daryl had permanently moved into the main house now, staying at their side whenever he wasn't out.

It was a known fact Daryl wasn't human, but that was all good as long as he stayed human within the walls and outside his home. And people had already started catching on about the two new girls being together with him as he never cared to hide how he felt for them. Some found it weird and had their opinions, but they knew better than to voice them openly.

But now one of them was pregnant, and people were concerned about her.

Did she want it? Was it planned? Was it even healthy? Wasn't the other one jealous?

Those questions didn't last long, though. They faded quickly after a little incident at the pantry when Sherry, with her bump clearly visible by now, came to pick up some extra food and Tabby and her overheard whispers coming from others nearby.

Tabby was working so she could only kindly request they take their items and leave, but Sherry and her hormones weren't having it and snapped at them, making a bigger scene than necessary but not caring at all because someone dared to badmouth her family and she wasn't gonna let that slide.

She had rounded the shelf in seconds and snapped at the women.

"How about you keep your nose out of our business and spend more time with it up your husband's ass so he won't have to grope a different girl each week huh?"

Tabby hid a laugh behind her hands while the women loudly gasped at the insult.

The offended one huffed. "Well." She puffed out her chest and stood tall. "You two sleep with nasty monsters." She scoffed at the two as the other middle aged, probably high class before, woman backed her up with an even less insulting remark.

Now both of the girls laughed out loud. "Wow she really got us there." The sarcasm dripped off the words like venom. "Yeah, wow. Tabby, why didn't you tell me our man wasn't human?" Their laughs came from deep as they kept talking. "Our sweet, loyal beast." The emphasis on 'loyal' was strong, and a clear jab at the woman's cheating husband.

Daryl had long made his entrance to the scene, staying back with a wide grin on his face as he watched his girls stand up for themselves and tear into the other women with nothing but truths and observations.

Olivia had made her way into the pantry as well, now shooing both duos out of the door. At least Sherry got her items and Tabby now got the rest of the day off.

Their happy giggles continued as they stepped onto the street, Daryl joining them only seconds later. "Yer insane, the both of ya." He fell into step in between them and moved to kiss both their cheeks. "Thanks fer defendin' me. Them old hags dun' like me very much."

It was a fun but tiring event, and the three of them called dog upstairs with them and piled on the bed for cuddles and some much needed rest.

The next month and a half passed quickly. And with some careful communication the trio had made a trip to Hilltop and get an ultrasound done and got the greatest news.

Although it did spike Sherry's anxiety, she was over the moon when the screen showed not one, but two little squirmy pups. "Look at that! One little nugget for both of us in one go!" Tabby happily but cautiously hugged her friend as Daryl shared encouraging words and praise.

The way back home went by a lot quicker with the three all buzzing with excitement.

Luckily there wasn't much more waiting to be done as the last week approached fast.

Bedrest sucked a little less with a dog always at her side and two adorably concerned people in the house making sure she was doing okay. All the time. Up to the second her water broke.

When her contractions had started Daryl had sent Tabby to fetch some items they'd need from the infirmary and got back as fast as possible to not miss anything.

It took almost an entire day but eventually both pups were out and nursing.

With both pups asleep, Sherry laid in bed. She kept nodding off while she tried to focus on pumping some more milk. She didn't want to keep nursing them both and risk them not imprinting on Tabby as their mother.

Tabby, who laid next to her in bed, two pups snuggled against her bare skin.

Daryl was all over the place, cleaning up the mess and making sure there'd be enough food prepped and up for grabs. No matter how bad he wanted to lay in bed with his girls and pups, he was going to make sure every needed task was done before resting.

This went on for days. The girls spending all their time with the pups as Daryl made quick work of needed things and joined them afterwards.

He came from the kitchen with three bowls of stew balanced in his hands and set them out on the coffee table. They were still too hot to eat immediately so he took his time to settle down between his girls who were lovingly feeding their pups, both having picked their favorite momma.

They had really hit the jackpot here in their home in Alexandria.

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celtic-crossbow · 3 months

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So I Live a Lie in the Light

Setting: Forest (6 year gap) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby O’Sullivan (OC) Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; mentions of child abuse; mentions of pregnancy Summary: Daryl has a secret. He’s always known it could affect all of those he loved. Just not like this. A/N: Tumblr is being an uber twat right now and won’t let me edit so hopefully there are no mistakes.

It had been getting more difficult to hide. Emotions always made it worse. For most of his life, he had tried to hide from them; push them down and bury them. And that was before he was bitten. He had been so young and careless, out in the woods after a particularly heavy beating from his father. Nature had always been his safe place. That night, it was anything but safe.

He had thought it was a dog at first, a low growl the first indication he hadn’t been alone. He had stumbled through the bushes and landed directly in the middle of the dinner table. The creature was kneeling over the deer carcass, its clawed hands holding open a gaping hole so its canine-like maw could delve inside.

It had heard him, probably smelled him now that he thought back on it. Running had proven useless, its long legs catching up to him with ease. He remembered thinking he would die right there that night. Even now, he could feel the pain flare to life around the scar its teeth had left on his shoulder.

Then it had let him go.

His daddy had been passed out drunk when he got home, allowing him to care for the wound without explanation. He would find out on the first full moon since the attack that the creature had been Merle and what exactly that bite meant for the rest of his life.

So Daryl, a lycan, had kept his secret. It made slaughtering the undead while alone a piece of cake. Even when he was with his chosen family, he had strength he would never be able to explain if he didn’t hide it well. Had he not been so consumed by fear, he could have saved them. He could have saved so many of them.

After Rick’s supposed death, he had skulked off into the woods to find his brother’s body, dead or alive. He had left everyone behind. He had left her behind. If there had been anyone he would have told, it would have been her. He wanted to tell her; wanted to show her how much he trusted her. How much he loved her.

But he was afraid. The walkers had done nothing more than die and had become the enemy. What would that mean for him? A lycan. A werewolf.

Rather than live with her rejection, he chose to live with her absence. It was better for both of them this way.

Daryl had made her promise to never visit aside from after each full moon. He had been adamant and, so far, Tabby had held to the promise. She’d set the world on fire for that man, so even when her heart ached for his presence, she held fast to the agreement.

Until now.

Circumstances called for an earlier visit. She brought supplies with her but secretly hoped this would be when he’d return. It had been six years. Two day visits every 30 days or so just wasn’t cutting it. He’d always allow her to stay in his camp, sharing touches and sweet kisses and whispered words. Sharing his bed and his body. She yearned for those moments.

Maybe today was the day.

“Daryl, are you here?” Tabby peeked into the tent, surprised to find Dog stretched out on the bedroll but no archer. “Daryl?” With careful, quiet steps— just like he’d taught her— she crept across the forest floor. It wasn’t long before she heard the familiar snarls of a herd. Oh god, no!

She didn’t call for him. It would only alert them to her presence when he could be perfectly fine and hiding to wait it out. But why would he leave Dog? There was a new, unfamiliar sound as she closed in, an animal of some sort. Probably, being mauled and eaten, the poor thing. When she could see a few of the uncoordinated, shuffling bodies, she pressed herself against the nearest tree, carefully leaning around to the other side.

What she saw defied everything logical she had ever been taught up until the dead began to walk.

A large, black creature was slaughtering walkers left and right; taking heads and limbs and tossing them carelessly. It was covered in fur and stood on two legs at about seven feet, with decipherable knees but canine hocks below them. The fingers and toes were tipped with large, razor-sharp claws that were slicing through flesh like butter. The torso was comparable to that of a human but larger, broader with pronounced skeletal and muscular features. But its head… Its head was large with canine features: elongated snout, pointed ears, and a mouth full of dangerously sharp, dripping teeth.

Tabby was frozen to the spot with wide eyes, tears on her lashes, and only one coherent thought: Daryl.

Had it killed him?

The creature paused with a walker’s head in its grasp, raising its snout to sniff the air— and turned its black gaze right to where she was hiding.

“Oh fuck.” She whispered, stumbling backwards before she turned around and began to run back to the camp. There was a roar unlike any she had ever heard from somewhere behind her but then the sound of more walkers being dispatched. “Dog!” Tabby screamed, relieved when the canine poked his head out of the tent. “Dog, come! We have to find Daryl!” She saw the archer’s pack on the ground, choking on a sob. Why would he go anywhere without supplies? “Come, Dog! We have to—”

When she turned, she was face to face with an open maw of pointed fangs, rivulets of thick saliva stretching and falling to the leaves. She lifted her foot to take a step back, watching its eyes lower and then rise before it growled. She couldn’t die. Not now. She hadn’t survived years of slow moving corpses to be taken out like this when she was so close to everything she could have ever wanted, apocalypse or not.

“Dog.” She whispered, oddly concerned that the canine hadn’t made a single sound. She started to risk a glance but didn’t have to look far. Dog was sitting calmly at her side, looking up at the creature with his tongue hanging out the side of his open mouth.

Movement in front of her brought Tabby’s eyes forward. A huge, clawed hand was reaching for her, slowly. She whimpered, raising her shoulders and screwing her eyes shut. The touch on her face was shockingly gentle. When it pulled away, she released the breath she had been holding and opened her eyes. It was backing away.

It made a noise before things began to shift. Bones and colors and size, shrinking and morphing until…

“Daryl?!”

He was naked as the day he was born, a hand out against a tree to balance himself as if the change had sapped his energy. The look he was giving her was unreadable, so many emotions flitting across his face that she couldn’t pinpoint just one.

“Ya weren’t s’posed to come here.” He whispered.

“Yeah, I get that now.” She snapped. “What the fuck is going on?” He stepped toward and when she stepped back, his expression crumbled.

“Yer afraid of me now.” He choked on a sob, his chin quivering. Daryl walked briskly past her and grabbed his pack, jerking out clothing and proceeded to begin dressing himself. “Ya can go if ya want.” The tremble in his voice made it clear that wasn’t what he truly wanted. Besides, she came to tell him something and now, more than ever, it seemed more imperative.

“Daryl,I—” The redhead braved a step toward him, visibly trembling. Yes, she was afraid. Even so, something in her gut told her that he would never hurt her. She was afraid because she didn’t understand. She needed to know what this meant for her. How it changed things. “I need an explanation. I need to know—”

Tabby paused, standing straighter when he went still with his shirt halfway pulled over his shoulders. Daryl sniffed the air— once, then twice —and turned to her, his brow creased. “Ya smell diff’rent.”

“You can smell me? Like…a dog?”

“Lycan.” He corrected, pulling his shirt the rest of the way down. The archer began to step toward her, but she consciously made her feet stay planted.

“Lycan?” Tabby queried, blinking.

“Werewolf.” Daryl stated calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He was nearly in front of her now, taking a moment to lean in and inhale through his nose once again. “Why do ya smell diff’rent?”

“New body wash?” She giggled nervously, a fine shaking to her person but still not moving away.

He actually dared to look insulted. “Ain’t like tha’, Tabby-cat. S’ya scent. Yer smell. Ain’t yer clothes or soap or perfume. S’you.” The jig was up. She had to tell him and then he’d need to her what it meant; if it was dangerous. What she needed to do.

“So,” The redhead dropped her gaze, toeing at the rocks. “What happens when…lycans?” He nodded. “When lycans and humans have sex and that results in the creation of a little being?”

Daryl stood up straight, looming over her in a way that had never intimidated her before that moment. “Yer…pregnant?” Tabby nodded, her chin quivering. Daryl barked out a laugh and doubled over, hands on his knees.

She stared with wide blue eyes, incredulous. “You’re seriously laughing right now?”

The hunter shook his head and stood up with an expression of pure relief. “Thought ya’d got bit. Didn’ have the…dead stench but I didn’ know how else ta take it. Ya weren’ s’posed ta be able.” He sobered quickly, reaching cautiously for her shoulders. When she didn’t back away, he pulled her in against him. “Anyway, aint been through it ‘fore n’ haven’ ran inta many others like me, but s’far s’I know, ain’t no diff’rent than a human. Jus’…” he trailed off, easing his hold on her so that she could move back a little.

Tabby looked up at him, fear present in her trembling orbs. “Just what?”

Daryl bit his lip nervously. “Kid’ll have the curse. Ain’t no two ways ‘bout it. Don’ know how much or how lil’ it’ll show up. Could be born like a pup, could be human. Could change immediately, could take months, years. S’a lot I don’ know.” He let her go and turned away. “M’sorry. Didn’ think ya’d ever…”

Tabby stood in stunned silence, completely overwhelmed and more than a little frightened. One thing hadn’t changed, though. She didn’t think it ever would. She stepped up after a deep breath, wondering if he already knew she was closer because of super hearing or smell. Regardless, she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her head between his shoulder blades, pushing back the mental image of them snapping and shifting only a few minutes before.

She still loved him. He was still somehow her Daryl, even if she had a lot to learn.

“I’m scared. You can’t blame me for that.” She felt more than heard him sigh. “But I’m not scared of you.” Now a sharp intake of breath, blue eyes searching for her over his shoulder. Tabby leaned back, only enough for him to turn within her embrace, pressing herself right back into his chest. His arms encircled her immediately, warm and familiar. “I’m scared for our baby, what it means for them. What sort of life they’ll have to lead. What precautions we’ll have to take.”

Daryl nodded but didn’t interrupt.

“I do know that I want this and I want it with you.” She smiled against his shirt, squeezing him tighter. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Together.” He repeated softly, a hand coming up to cradle the back of her head.

Pulling back, she gave him an all too familiar smirk, a mischievous twinkle in her wet eyes. “So, if I scratched behind your ear, would your leg shake?”

“Stop.”

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honeyxmonkey · 3 months

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Scooby-Doo Theme Song Plays

#douxie got dem long legs #tales of arcadia #wizards tales of arcadia #hisirdoux casperan #toa wizards #carterdoux #honey's art #carter howard #tales of arcadia oc #toa oc #toa ocs #twd au #twd crossover #the walking dead #the walking dead au #the walking dead crossover #carl grimes #do not walk do not run

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morosejackal · 26 days

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TWD!Sonic sketch and retouched my oc, Nexus!

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #sonic fanart #artists on tumblr #my art #sonic fandom #sonic the hedghog fanart #fanart #nexus the hedgehog #twd!sonic au #the walking dead #sonic oc #shadow the hedgehog #oc art #my ocs #oc #original character #morosedraws

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rp-partnerfinder · 1 month

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Hello👋 I'm looking for rp partners over at least 21, I'm 30 myself so I'd prefer over 25. I've been away from rp for a year or so, but I rped for about 10 years before that. I prefer the old school tumblr way of writing rp. Fandom wise, I'm interested in Harry Potter marauder au, Marvel - MCU to be more precise. DC, Doctor Who. I don't mind the idea of dabbling in the Walking dead, same with Star wars. I also have some fandomless oc's. If you like this, i will come say hello :)

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reyofluke-ocs · 7 months

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE '23: Day 11 - Video Game AU -> Mina Rhee & Peyton Myers in Resident Evil

An RCPD cop and an Arklay County paramedic team up to survive the nightmarish hellhole Raccoon City became in the wake of a mysterious outbreak.

tagging:@endless-oc-creations @stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic, @hiddenqveendom, @arrthurpendragon, @cas-verse, @eddiemunscns, @far-shores, if anyone wants to be added/removed or I accidentally forgot, please let me know!

#ohc2023 #oc halloween 2023 #ocappreciationtag #video game au #twd oc #*mine #mine #oc: peyton myers #oc: mina rhee #have multiple ideas for this day and luckily was able to slowly work on this inbetween training modules #ngl kinda ship them now in an au

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iluffyouxo · 1 year

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𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

the walking dead — daryl dixon x black, female oc

He had come to me trembling, soaked head to toe due to the heavy downpour indicating the beginning of autumn. His gaze quivered as soon as his eyes landed on mine once I had opened my door. Without even an uttering breath I stepped aside and he immediately bolted to my single bathroom.

This was our usual routine.

Daryl tended to come to my apartment, battered and broken and ashamed, a few days out of the month. Never speaking a word to each other before or after he winds up at my doorstep with pleading glances.

In this way, I’m sure my attraction was clear…my affections obvious.

And, yet, in this way, I’m sure he remained oblivious with betrayal in his heart. Daryl was a cold-hearted bastard—and his indifference towards me (towards our friends) was rightfully earned.

I sigh as I gathered some of the spare clothes I had bought him after he found himself sleeping on my couch for four days with a black eye and fresh whipping scars on his back. It truly bewilders me how he hadn’t slept on his stomach that entire time.

Soon enough I heard the distinct sound of running water from the shower head and knew it was time to replace his dirty clothes from off the sink counter with fresh ones. Tossing the wet clothing in my washer I waltz into the kitchen to make him a quick meal.

Daryl wasn’t picky, quite the opposite, actually, but when he is here, I want to make sure he eats better than he has since his last thrashing of my apartment. Therefore, I made him some fried salmon and homemade fries.

“Hey,” his voice was gruff and strained.

I look up at him as I finish setting the table and instant regret churns in my stomach. His wet brown hair was shaggy and clung to his skin, his bangs slicked back from the many times he had ran his fingers through them, his crystal blue eyes were a stark contrast to his pale skin and harbored a tired inclination. His black t-shirt and plain sweats fitted him well and damn near ignited the feral teenager in me.

I blink and turn my head away. It took everything in me to not keep staring. “Hey,” I cough.

We take a seat at the dining table and I tie up my box braids before saying a quick prayer and digging into my food. Though, in the corner of my eye, I can see Daryl picking at his plate with a deep frown and furrowed brows. I took this moment to study him before becoming irritated myself.

Today he had come to me with scars on his arms and a deep cut on his forehead.

And it wasn’t long before his overthinking began to cause him to tremor. At the realization that he was about to snap (as he’s done so many times before) I abruptly stand and rush to his side. I wrap my arms around him and pull him in close to me. “You’re safe here,” I mumble. Daryl gives a wavering breath before he’s pulling at my hoodie and crying into my arm.

It’s moments like these that I cherish the most.

Though, I’d prefer he’d come to me unharmed, cocky and a cigarette dangling between his lips, I’m grateful for these times of vulnerability between him and I. It’s the only time he shows that he trusts me with his heart.

I’m truly grateful for these quiet days of ours.

Hopefully, some day, these quiet days become distant memories in our lives tangled in each other’s sheets, basking in his contagious laughter and butterfly-inducing smile.

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bambieyedoll · 28 days

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⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

biker!daryl dixon x reader

“c’mon, hun” daryl caressed your arm as he walked passed you and towards his bike. your eyes followed him as you turned around only to see him turn on the engine. “let’s get outta here” he said waiting for you and with an excited little smile, you walked to him. his protective gaze never leaving you as the soft touch of your hand laid on his shoulder and you sat down behind him ready for the wild ride.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon moodboard #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x oc #twd moodboard #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon au #daryl dixon imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon x y/n #fanfic #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon smut

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lorezhaze · 1 year

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⭐️🪷 Roleplay Inquiry Post! 🪲✨

Intro & Info:

Lo | 22 | he/they

19+, no/minimal triggers and little limitations, 3rd person literate writing (1+ paragraphs) discord only (message me for user!) I really enjoy world building and knowing your character’s feelings even if it seems like a random string of thoughts!

NSFW scenes and/or undertones/themes at some point. I do like smut, especially paired with angst and certain dynamics, but if that isn’t your thing we can always keep it limited or fade to black.

Plots I’m willing to explore:

- hunger games, two people from opposite teams. queer themes; gay men, trans person called upon as their assigned gender at birth.

- stalker falls in love with someone, all falls apart when things go too well and their obsession crosses paths with them and they eventually go out, but break up. stalker is determined to watch over their lover while also keeping others away from them until they “come to their senses” on their own time.

- son of a rich politician falls in love with a narcoleptic sex worker he hires.

- post-apocalyptic setting, final survivor of a run down camp continues to live among the undead of their loved ones. another survivor from a nearby camp stumbles upon the ruins of the previous camp while scavenging and sees someone alive on the other side of the fence, living with the dead as if they were dead as well. day by day they come back, bringing their new things, trying to bring some life back into them again.

I’m more than willing to hear out any of your plots/ideas as well!

Original characters:

Lena - delusional obsessive-compulsive stalker with dangerous tendencies/habits, 26, they/them pronouns (unlabeled).

Celeste - post-apocalyptic OC, unlabeled/gnc, 27, loses their mind after their family, friends and everyone else in their survivalist camp perishes, but continues to live among them as if they’re dead as well, numb and on auto-pilot mode.

Emmy - intersex narcoleptic sex worker, 22, he/she/they pronouns. adopted into and estranged from a wealthy well-known family after their biological father died overseas and they were taken from their mother by the system.

Alexei - trans hunger games victor from district 6 (transportation/metal-workers, modifying the district to work on the production of transportation as well as the train tracks to give them a little bit more of a purpose). name was pulled for the hunger games a few days short of their 19th birthday, which also sparks their journey with their gender identity + presentation.

⭐️ Feel free to inquire for full bios of characters you’re interested in! characters will also likely have corresponding pinterest boards and playlists. ✨

Fandoms/ships I’m willing to explore:

(bolded characters are those i’m willing to write as)

OFMD

- Izzy/Blackbeard

- Izzy/Blackbeard/Stede

- Izzy/Lucius

- Jim/Lucius

HANNIBAL

- Will/Hannibal

MR ROBOT

- Tyrell/Elliot

UNTIL DAWN

- Josh/Chris

- Josh/Mike

SCREAM

- Billy/Stu

KILLING EVE

- Eve/Villanelle

🍀 Message if interested, interact to boost 🌿

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jemmalynette · 7 months

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023

Day Two: Lights, Camera, Action!

For day two, we're combining oc as canon, oc as celebrity, and oc's social media into one day where you get to choose which of those challenges you would like to do... maybe even all of them!

Ali Christopher's instagram.

Tags: @littletonpace

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lazyneonrabbitt · 30 days

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MarchWeres prompt day 31

Celebrations

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters

A/N: The last prompt! It has been a ride, this first try at a writing event. I had fun!!

Preparations were in full swing now, within the walls of Alexandria.

The whole last week had been about today's celebration. Something for everyone including the kids.

The adults were gathering tables and lining them with cloths, taking plates, glasses cups and cutlery from their homes and setting the table. Others gathered bread, prepared thermos' with tea and brought pitchers of water to the tables.

Everything was on the way to be an amazing brunchlike meal. Inside the closest house, meats were prepared. Cooled and sliced or heated and put in sauce. Fresh greens and vegetables were placed in between the plates too.

All while the kids of the community ran around in search of the last piece of the celebration meal.

Eggs.

All of them had stayed busy yesterday, painting them all kinds of pretty colors.

Daryl had spent all week out in the woods to get as many different meats for this feast. He brought home a collection of birds, fish and some small game. He had his hopes set on a deer as well, but even with his enhanced senses he hadn't been able to sniff one out in the area. He was tired from being in his changed form day after day, but he found it important to have this one day of feeling normal.

He hoped to spend the day before with all the kids and assisting his wives with egg painting babysitting, but instead he spent all day in the creek, fishing for those last bits of the feast.

He had apologized about it throughout the entire evening but was time after time assured everything went well on their side and told how happy they were with what he had brought back.

"Come on, big guy." Tabby was the one on older Dixon-duty while Sherry went to put the kids to bed after the moms spent enough time scrubbing paint out of their furry paws.

Tabby took Daryl upstairs to find Sherry getting ready for bed already. She knew her partners would be up only a short while after Tabby left.

"Yer too good fer me, girls." Daryl's tired, gruff voice sounded quietly as one pair of hands unbuttoned his shirt and another undid the tie on his sweats and pulled them off his body. "You did amazing, bringing us so much food." They peppered kisses all over him and lead him to bed, each curling up against him on either side. "Everyone is gonna have a feast thanks ro your hard work." They kissed him goodnight, sharing a kiss over his chest too and making sure their hunter rested.

"How's the search going, Jude? Has RJ beaten your count yet?" The siblings were digging around the porch stairs, RJ bouncing as he found another egg and put it in his bucket. "Yeah. He's so good at this! Are you sure uncle Daryl hasn't taught him stuff?" Sherry only giggled at her as she leaned down and sneakily pointed out a yet unfound egg and gave the girl a wink before moving on to watch around the area.

Tabby was on the other end of the street, watching a set of fluffy rascals on their own egg hunt as she peeled one cracked egg for Willow to gnaw on while Hunter and Rose were on either side of someone's shrubbery and sniffing out the remaining eggs.

"Hey, no sniffs. That's cheating, Rosie.." Tabby volunteered to watch the pups and make sure they wouldn't either eat everything as soon as they found it, or sniff out everything and not leave any for the other kids. All of that while carrying around Willow in her arms, who held an egg between her paws and smacked loudly as she slowly nommed on her snack.

It wasn't long before all surveilling parents came back with the kids and all found eggs, the indicator of the feast ready to begin.

All the kids were seated inbetween the adults around the table and proud tales of egg hunting were shared all over the place.

If anyone would take pictures of this and show them to anyone outside the community they'd velieve they were tsken before the fall, but still here everyone sat together enjoying their easter sunday feast.

"Hunter, eat some bread too." Sherry handed her son slices of bread to put his meat on. "You need to eat other things too, nit just the tastiest stuff."

Rose sat on the other side of her, peeling an egg and stuffing it in her mouth entirely before downing a glass of water and moving on to put warm meat on a slice of bread and devouring that too.

"Wow, here I thought Hunter was the one with the apetite." Carol laughed behind her hand, finishing her bite of food.

"Let the girl eat! She needs the energy if she still wants to spar with me later." Rosita interjected, catching Rose's attention with the mention of sparring later.

"Yeah!" The pup exclaims around a mouthfull of food. "Go'a eat good!"

Daryl was proud of his little fighter girl. Such a fierce little kid.

"Hey, Lobo. Can you hold her for a bit?" Tabby had moved over to hand Willow to her dad. "I'd love to use both hands to eat."

Willow was gladly taken off Tabby's hands by Daryl, who only had a few bites left on his plate and shared those with her while Tabby ate her own meal.

Sherry watched how Daryl kept his daughter entertained with a piece of meat on his fork. Tabby joined in to stare at him skillfully dodging her grabby hands and keeping it out of reach with the sweetest loving smile on his face. Both moms kinda stopped eating, food hovering on varying degrees between their plate and mouths as they watched what was concidered the most beautiful scene.

Daryl could feel the stares and pauzed his movements, having Willow steal the last piece of meat off his fork and nom at it, pulling back Daryl's attention to her and feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He wasn't used to being fatherly so out in the open in front of everyone, but it was clear everyone who saw the scene play out loved it. "Good job, Willow." Carol cheered from across the table. "And here I remember you worrying about being a shitty dad back at the prison." She continued her sentimental speech with love. "Did you ever think back then you'd be as lucky as you are now?"

Daryl took a moment to admire all he had, then. Willow in his lap, happily chewing away.

Sherry and Tabby, each occupied with one pup now, cleaning paws or just being happy together. It was perfect to him.

"Nah, tha' ol' me woulda told ya yer crazy fer even thinkin' tha." He softly booped Willow's nose as dhe looked up at him. "M'the luckiest. N' I love all'a my family."

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