#rid hershel

[tfroika]

#tales of eternia #rid hershel #toe

[tales-of-asteria-rips]

#tales of eternia #reid hershel #Rid Hershel #costume: normal

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Rid Hershel from Tales of Eternia, who has phasmophobia and an unspecified trauma disorder 

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a boy holding a silver sword with a gold handle, towards the viewer in his right hand. He has short red hair and bluish green eyes. He is wearing a purple crop top with black and white stripes. His gloves watch his crop top, except it has brown fingers. He is also wearing yellow pants, red necklace, gold bracelets on both arms, a black belt, and purple skirt with white sides.]

#phasmophobia character #unspecified character #Tales of Eternia #Tales of Eternia rid #Rid Hershel #disabled character of the day

[feral4daryl]

need a part 2 of sweet scent with pervy daryl trying to explain it to you but you couldn't get it cuz you'd never done anything like it so he says he's gonna show you how good it feels and has to muffle your screams so no one in the house hears you as his cock practically splits your tiny cunt in half and he uses his thumb to rub ur clit to try and make u relax.........

I'm crazy but I'm free

masterlist and other infos || MDNI

sweet scent pt2.

perv!daryl x innocent!fem!reader

summary: after getting caught sniffing your panties by you, daryl persuades you into giving your precious virginity away to him while your dad's just in the next room.

warnings: EXTREME AGE GAP (daryl's is in late 30s/early 40s and reader is 18 [or older, it's up to you]), 18+ smut, praising, dubcon? (reader lacks enthusiastic consent at first and daryl has to do some convincing), panty gagging, p-in-v, blowjobs, cunnilingus, masturbation, manipulation, petnames, daddy kink, orgasm denial, mentions of dumbification, mentions of degradation.

word count: 6.2k

a/n: the following content contains some extreme fetishes and kinks that some readers might find disturbing, so if you're not comfortable with any of those, please do not proceed. click here to read part 1.

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[...] His movements got slower until they stopped and he let go of his now sensitive cock. He sighed after catching his breath. he was left with that afterglow and the feeling that he made a huge mistake. suddenly, he felt dirty like before. He opened his eyes slowly, removing your panties from his face and putting them in his pockets. yeah, he knew it was wrong, but he was still planning to keep them for later.

Then, when he averted his gaze to the mirror on his side, he saw...

You. Standing on the doorframe with a shocked look on your face.

"U-uncle Daryl?"

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Shit.

You definitely weren't what Daryl expected to see when he opened his eyes, the remains of his freshly busted nut all over his hand and his cock out, fully on display. For a good 5 seconds, he just freezed, completely unsure of what to do. But then, it hit him. He freaked out.

His eyes got as big as they possibly could and he immediately pulled his cock in his pants back again, clumsily trying to regain his composure, taking a little longer than usual due to his nervousness. Meanwhile, you just stood there with an unreadable expression. You didn't look exactly shocked, or angry, or anything like it. You looked strangely curious, with your head slightly tilted to the side.

Daryl shook his hand to get rid of some of his essence that was still sticking to it and then rubbed it on the side of his pants, on the hip area. Still not capable of looking you in the eyes, he quickly glanced at your frame and finally broke the awkward silence.

“Y/N? W-What'r'ya doin' here?” Stuttering was very unusual for Daryl, considering that although he was a man of very few words, he was always very direct and precise with them. Maybe playing it cool as if you hadn't just caught him in the act was the way out of that unpleasant situation.

“Well...” You let out a small chuckle and took a step closer to him. “This is my room.” His awkward smile immediately faded away.

“Oh, uh... I was jus’...” He looked around the room, searching for anything to use as an excuse for being there. But before he could start, you interrupted him.

“I didn't leave with the others, daddy told me to stay here to take care of you. He's in his room.” Your sweet girly voice had a way of calming Daryl, making him a bit more relaxed despite the current scenario and the shame he was feeling. But at the same time, just hearing you enunciate that one little word 'daddy' had him taking a deep breath to control his urges and not have another erection right there and then. You said that so innocently, because, well, it was in fact innocent since you referred to your actual father Hershel, but still, Daryl's twisted mind made it sound suggestive in his head.

“Take care'a me?” He pondered. Daryl wondered why your reaction was so calm considering what you had just witnessed. Maybe you didn't see much.

“You know, somebody's gotta change your bandage.” You smiled and pointed to his head that still had the bandage around it. “Actually, can you step to the side a bit? So I can...” You gestured to the dressing table behind him. He didn't say anything and just did as you said, moving to the side a little so you could approach the piece of furniture. In that moment, Daryl was the definition of what they call a standoffish.

“I was expecting to find you in your bed, resting. As you should, uncle Daryl.” Your voice carried a hint of playfulness along with a sincere worry. But the way you called him uncle for the second time that day gave him mixed sensations. He wasn't sure if he was aroused or weirded out by it. Or both.

You extended your hand, meaning to pull the drawer open to collect the items needed to change his bandage, which included the gauze, antiseptic wipes, medical tapes, sterile dressing and other kinds of medical stuff your dad had taught you how to handle, but you had to stop your hand midway when you noticed a white slimy thing dripping down the furnishing.

He followed your eyes, noticing how stared at the liquid. The farmer's sweet young daughter had just noticed the results of Daryl's arousal while it coated the dressing table. His mind started rushing with apprehension, you could tell your dad and everyone else how much of a perverted old man Daryl actually was, and he could be kicked out of the group, being left alone in the woods to fend for himself. It's not that he wasn't capable to make it on his own, but his family was important to him, he didn't wanna lose them over that type of thing that could change the way they looked at him forever.

“What's this?” You bended your knees a little, leaning forward and squinting your eyes to take a better look at the unknown substance. Now, you had completely forgotten the reason why you came into that room that was changing his bandage. Daryl lifted one of his eyebrows out of confusion. Did you really not know what that was? If that was the case, it kind of made sense.

Of course. Living on a farm far from the city, you had a close-knit relationship with your family in a way that they were pretty much all the people you would interact with. You had never had boyfriends, or kissed, or anything remotely romantic like that due to your dad's overprotectiveness, after all, you were his youngest daughter. All you knew about the existence of sexual stuff had been taught by him, when he mainly warned you about the terrible consequences of that type of action and that you had to stay innocent.

You didn't really know what he meant by all that, since he was very vague in his descriptions about sex. Hershel just used to say that there were certain areas on your body that you should never let a boy get near and you knew better than to disobey your father's orders, being aware that he always knew what was best for you. Not even your own hands had ever darted down your body to meet those spots more than once or twice before quickly pulling away. You wanted to remain innocent, whatever that meant.

But Daryl was the observant type, and he quickly caught up that you knew nothing about that type of thing. He knew you had always lived in that farm, away from the perverted hands of boys your age (or older like him) so connecting the dots wasn't tricky at all.

Oh, the things he could show you. That thought alone brought a somewhat creepy smirk to Daryl's face as he stared into the wall, contemplating the opportunity he had in hands to finally have his way with you. He knew he still had to be careful though.

“Daryl?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. You turned your head to look at him before turning your entire body to face him. Your gaze was curious.

“This?” He motioned with his chin towards the dripping substance on the piece of furniture, looking out of place. “Ya don'... know wha' it is?” He double checked, wanting to make sure you were actually unfamiliar erotic nature of what you saw him doing.

“Well, I saw where it came from.” You revealed, not sounding accusing at all, just simply stating a fact.

“...How long 've ya been watchin' me?” He asked with an almost audible gulp. Though he was considerably excited about teaching you all that new stuff, he was still unsure if he should or not. It'd been so long since his last sexual interaction with someone else that he could barely remember it. And doing it with the daughter of the man that gave him a roof to put over his head in times like these? That was risky.

“A while.” You stated. Now, Daryl could notice how you started staring at his crotch area with a renewed sense of interest. That meant you had definitely seen his dick despite his efforts to hide it when he first got caught just moments ago. He wondered if you knew what it was or its purpose.

You stepped even closer to him and he couldn't help but step back slightly. “I've never seen somebody pee like that. Are you... Sick?” You raise an eyebrow. “The bathroom's just in the next room, you know...” Your worried tone was awfully adorable to Daryl. And well, he was indeed sick, but not in the way you meant it. Nonetheless, the amusing way you mistook his semen for urine made him share a light chuckle.

“Nah, tha's... Tha's not piss.” He bluntly let out. You walked across your room and over to your bed, sitting on its edge. Daryl followed you until he was standing in front of you. He crossed his arms.

“How so?” You tilted your head to the side with a sincere curiosity displayed on your face. You had seen the way he rubbed that one thing of his that you weren't sure how it worked until that slimy liquid started oozing out of it, deeply stimulating your curiosity.

“Ya sure ya wanna know?” His tone sounded more dark and his voice turned hoarser, however, that didn't seem to faze you. You nodded frantically. “Aigh', i'll show ya.” Once again, a smirk creeped onto his face. Your eyes were all sparkly as you attentively listened to him. “Sometimes people touch themselves ta feel good, ya know?” You shrugged, not really sure of what he was talking about.

As he spoke, he took light and slow steps towards you, like a predator preparing to hunt its prey, until his knees was almost touching yours. “Ya ever touched yerself, darlin'?” Despite the raspiness in his voice, it was now rather calm, with a surge of some sweetness to it.

“Like how?” You asked.

“Like here...” He extended his hand with a gentle movement, his finger tracing a path from the valley between your breasts down to your bellybutton. The slightly ticklish sensation made you flinch a little. Then, his finger continued making its way down to your lower belly, stopping inches above your clothed pussy. “'N here...”

Your breath hissed, and you started remembering how your dad told you those parts were sacred and shouldn't be touched by anyone, no matter who. The uncertainty was obvious in your face as you discreetly pushed his hand away. “Uncle Daryl...”

“Ya can call me jus' Daryl, sweetheart. 'M yer friend, remember?” He tried his best to sound convincing.

“Yes, Daryl...” You corrected yourself with an awkward chuckle. “I... I think I shouldn't.” You avert your gaze from his.

“Why not? Dontcha wanna know wha' it's like?” He leaned in a little closer, resting his hands on your thighs. You made a motion to try to push him away again, but he insisted on his touch. “Don' be scared, doll. 'M not gunna hurt ya. Quite the opposite.” He smirked while practically whispering the last part, making sure to sound extra coaxing.

You weren't really sure what you were afraid of, exactly. You just knew that you wanted to make your father happy and proud of you, since he'd always been so caring towards you and your family. In the end, you just wanted daddy's approval.

“I'm... I'm not sure. I don't know, it doesn't feel right.” You confessed, your voice filled with worry. Daryl knew how to be intimidating when he wanted to.

“'S okay, doll.” He spoke the way one would speak to a puppy. And giving you no time to protest, he used one of his hands to tug at the hem of your white tank top and pulled it up in one go, revealing your bare tits to him. He bit his lips, noticing you weren't wearing a bra. As quick as he did so, you felt so ashamed of your sudden nudity that you lifted your arms up to try to cover yourself up from his hungry eyes. “D-Daryl...”

“Shhhh...” He shushed you against your ear, making shivers run down your spine. Although you were uncertain, the way he spoke to you made certain parts of your body warm up, an unusual sensation for you. “Ya got such pretty tits... Ya shouldn't hide 'em away from me.” As he said that, he gently grabbed one of your breasts, giving it the slightest squeeze not to startle you. You couldn't help but let out a small squeak at the unfamiliar sensation. Weirdly enough, it felt good in a way you had never felt before.

“Ya like tha'?” He whispered. “It's nice, but... Daddy wouldn't like that. I just wanna make daddy happy.” You just wanted to be a good girl. Perhaps, you could find a different way of doing that.

“Yeah?” He muttered practically to himself as he got an idea. “Well, I can be yer daddy for today. Like tha', ya could make yer daddy happy in a way. Yer jus' gotta lemme lead ya, aigh'?” He didn't feel guilty in the slightest for making you engage in one of his twisted fetishes while you were barely aware of it.

“H-huh?" You were uncertain about the reason behind his suggestion.

“Ya can pretend 'm yer daddy.” He continued playing her mind. You weren't really sure if you liked the idea to depict him as your old man, but you tried to convince yourself to play along.

“But... What will he think of me when he finds out?” You fidgeted with your fingers. Meanwhile his grip on your breast continued to intimidate you.

“He don' have ta know. C'mon, dontcha wanna make daddy happy?” He conveyed in a hush against your ear, his thumb now grazing your sensitive nipple, making you feel that one funny sensation again. You couldn't help but lean into his touch.

You closed your eyes, darting your tongue out to lick your lips. The nervousness in you due to the newness of it all made your lips dry. The way Daryl was making you feel was curious, and you just wanted more of it. He took your silence as a confirmation.

“Good girl.” He cooed before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, very gently sucking on it. The feeling made you arch your back instantly.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

You just wanted to be a good girl. And if following Daryl's lead was a way to do it, you were all in for it. Your senses awakened as a cascade of unfamiliar yet electrifying sensations coursed through you, a dance of pleasure that tingled on your skin. In that moment, a subtle warmth enveloped you, as if you had discovered a secret realm of bliss previously unknown.

You reached for his head, the feeling of your delicate fingernails scratching against his scalp and pulling him closer sent tingling sensations all over his body. Instinctively, you slightly opened your legs at the pleasure and that drew a smirk onto Daryl's face.

“Eager fer daddy, huh?” The way he referred to himself like that made a faint blush spread across your cheeks, although you couldn't wrap your head around the reason why. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

“I need ya to trust me, 'kay?” He said as he pulled your shorts down and then tossed them aside, revealing your white cotton panties. Once again, you felt to urge to hide, not knowing how to deal with someone else seeing you naked for the first time. But before your legs could involuntarily close, his big hands groped your thighs, keeping them spread apart. “'S okay, sunshine.” He practically manhandled you, gently but firmly pushing your body downward so you rested you back on the mattress.

The new position made you feel strangely vulnerable, but it wasn't exactly a bad feeling. Your doe eyes had a mix of unsureness and curiosity as they meet his. Sensing the mixed sensations within you, Daryl leaned in to place a small peck on your plush lips, aiming to make you more comfortable. The feeling of his rough lips against your soft ones so suddenly almost made you flinch, but they felt rather inviting. As he pulled back, a confident smirk could be seen displayed on his face.

The archer's rugged fingers traveled their way down your body once again until they found the soft fabric of your panties, making your breath hiss. He brushed his index and middle fingers against your clothed pussy lips. Just with that, the dampness was so obvious that a small wet spot could be seen on the cotton fabric right where your slit would be. He dragged his fingers across it until they reached your clit.

“This lil spot righ' here...” He kept his hand there. “...is magical." For now, he just added a small pressure, testing the waters and watching close to your reaction, but that was enough to draw a whimper from you, the unknown sensation making you grasp his forearm. It indeed felt magical. You bit your lips and though you couldn't see it, Daryl shared a satisfied smile at the way he was able to get you all hot and bothered with just a simple touch.

Your legs squirmed a bit and he took that as a good sign, so he continued. Now, he started slowly rubbing your clit in circular motions over the fabric of your panties. Your back arched again, and you accidentally let out a dangerously loud moan.

“Nuh-uh.” He brought his other index finger to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. “Ya gotta be quiet, ya hear me?” His tone was mostly reprimanding, which strangely excited you. You nodded, enjoying the authority he guided you with through those new sensations. You had touched yourself there before, but never like that. The sensation always felt somewhat wrong, but with Daryl, it was totally different.

You were still kind of upset at yourself for disobeying your dad, but the way Daryl worked his fingers so skillfully had you seeing stars. You never thought you'd be handing out your innocence for some old redneck you met just a while ago, but there you were, completely given to him.

In the beginning, Daryl used to always kind of avoid you, despite your attempts of trying to get to know at least a little bit about the mysterious archer. He knew that deep down, those desires towards you were always there, since the very first time he saw you. At first, he tried to brush them off, but now, all he wanted was to be the one to feel your tight virgin cunt for the first time.

In a swift motion, his big hands tugged at the hem of your underwear. “Up.” He ordered, gesturing for you to lift your hips so he could pull them down. You didn't argue at all and promptly did as he said, reveling in the control he had over you. It was like he dominated your weak mind. “Good girl.” He cooed once again. Oh, if only he knew what that did to your little inexperienced pussy.

After tossing the piece of fabric aside, he reached for you knees, gently spreading them apart. The sight of your glistening bare cunt had his mind rushing through all the things he could do to it. He wondered if he would be able to hold himself back and be gentle or if he would end up losing control. After all, he hadn't done anything like that in such a long time that his whole body was aching for it. He stared at it in an almost scary way, you'd never seen his eyes so hungry.

If his cock hadn't awaken until that moment, now it was hard as a fucking rock. He had to really fight the urges to pull it out his pants and dick you down right there and then, but he knew he had to take it easy on you at least for now and get you nice and ready for him, even though you were already visibly dripping wet.

“Is this all fer me?” His tone was almost mocking. You weren't sure what he meant by that, not fully understanding the concept of natural lubrication, but you just nodded with your eyes closed. Something about being in that position felt so right, so freeing that it had you wondering why you never did that before, and why you were so afraid of trying it in the first place.

Daryl's hands sensually traced their way down your body, exploring your every contour until they reached the back of your thighs, pushing them back until your wet cunt was all over his face. He tried his best to control himself, but his own arousal was practically taking over his mind, so he buried his face on it like a starving man. As soon as his wet tongue made contact with your sensitive little clit and he lapped at your abundant juices, you immediately gasped, gaining a look of disapproval from Daryl.

“I warned ya.” That was all he mumbled before taking your panties he had just took off you and sticking them into your mouth almost aggressively. You could taste yourself on the white fabric, and although it felt strange, it turned you on even more. Now, your little sounds were muffled by the piece of clothing as he resumed eating you out, flicking his tongue on hour clit and burying it between your folds. You never thought a feeling like that could actually exist as you experienced that overwhelming rush of pleasure, a novel sensation coursing through you sending shivers down your spine as a delightful warmth enveloped your entire being. You tried your best to hold back your sounds since your dad was home and could hear you if you slipped, but Daryl's skilled tongue and lips made it an extremely difficult task, even with your panties stuck in your mouth.

He continued working your clit with his mouth, and maybe a little sooner than it should, a tingling sensation forming in your lower belly caught your attention. Daryl noticed the obvious shift in your demeanor and took the panties out of your mouth so you could speak. “D-daddy...” You experimented the honorific he had previously suggested. “I-I feel funny.” You whimpered, squirming a bit harder than before as it started feeling as if you were gonna burst at any moment. Daryl smirked against your skin and gave your pussy a last peck before pulling away, making you whine in disapproval. It had only been seconds but you immediately missed the sensation. You craved it.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He said. Not yet what, you wondered. But you still wanted to be good for him, so you nodded as the good girl you were. You couldn't think of anything you wouldn't do for him in that moment, considering how desperate you were to feel that pleasure again.

Your curious eyes followed his hands as they reached to unbuckled his own belt, setting it aside. He undid his pants and pulled them down just enough to reveal his boxer briefs to you. There. There was the place where you saw that sticky white thing shooting out from. Now, the excitement in you was unbearable as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his movements closely. Your eyes visibly lighted up and that didn't go unnoticed by Daryl.

“Yer gunna love this, lil' girl.” He bit his lips. Something was very obviously bulging in his boxers, which you found odd since it didn't seem to look so obvious when it was in his pants even though now it looked so big. Either way, you were completely drawn to it. You glued your eyes to his crotch while he pulled his underwear down.

You had heard about it, but you had never actually seen one of those before. In the aftermath of the apocalypse, his pubic hair had grown wild and untamed, a reflection of the makeshift survival and the absence of the once routine grooming practices. Not that he used to care a lot about that kind of thing before the outbreak. In a way, you thought it looked charming, suiting his rugged looks and personality.

You could feel your mouth starting to water at the sight of his cock standing tall and proud in front of you. Since the archer had touched his mouth to your cunt, you wondered if you could do the same to him in that same area on his body. As if he could smell your thoughts, he brought a hand to your head, gently pulling you closer to his crotch while he held it by the base.

“Ya wanna have a taste?” He slyly suggested and chuckled at your frantic nodding. Leaning closer to it, you felt the musky and raw scent that emanated from it, which made you even more drawn to the possibilities that ran through your mind. But at the same time, you didn't know what to do or how to handle it.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, he collected some saliva from it and rubbed the wetness on the tip of his cock to lubricate it. “Gimme yer hand.” He reached out his hand, and instantly you complied, allowing him to direct it towards his cock. He enveloped your hand around it, keeping his atop yours, slowly starting to move it up and down. It felt warm and hard against your soft fingers, and the way he threw his head back and quietly groaned made your stomach churn with butterflies. “Fuck baby, tha' feels good.” He had to whisper due to the dangerous presence of your dad in the house threatening to put your little playtime to an end.

You smiled proudly at yourself. You liked the way he sounded and you wished to draw more of those grunts from his lips. And Daryl, being just as eager as you, removed your hand from his length, holding it by the base. His other hand found its way to the back of your head, his touch almost feeling impatient as he pulled you closer to his cock. “Open yer mouth.” He didn't have to tell you twice. Therefore, he guided his swollen tip to your awaiting tongue, smearing his salty pre-cum all over it. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to hold back any compromising sounds.

Your lips instinctively closed around his tip, trying to mimic the way he sucked on your clit, aiming to make him feel as good as he previously did to you. The act not only gave him pleasure, but it also brought you a deep sense of satisfaction, making you hum against his sensitive skin. The vibrations from your vocal chords sent a chill through his body and he couldn't hold back this time, the warm sensation of your mouth being so tempting and promising that he pushed his hips forward a bit too much, causing it to hit the back of your throat and you to gag on it.

He immediately retracted his body, removing his cock from the velvety confines of your mouth. Your eyes got a little watery but you smiled either way. “Sorry, princess.” He said with a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

“It's fine, I liked it.” You confess, looking up at him with those big doe eyes of yours, sitting at the edge of the bed while he stood in front of you. Your innocent expression contrasting with the dirty nature of your encounter made him impossibly hornier, and he didn't feel like waiting any longer. “Fuck” He almost whined. Eagerness to feel you wrapping around him filled his body, so he grabbed you by the arms, not too rough so he wouldn't hurt you, and put on your feet against the pink wall of your room.

He brought a hand to your head, pressing it against the wall. You gasped a little at his roughness but soon you felt him brushing the tip of his cock on your slicky slit and clit. “'S gunna feel good, I promise.” He mumbled against your ear, making your body hair stand on end. The sensation had you biting your lips to try and not make any sounds, but your efforts were proven useless as you felt the pressure of his tip carefully going in your cunt, causing a burning sensation and you accidentally let out a loud cry.

Daryl's hand went immediately to your mouth, forcefully pressing his palm against your lips to muffle your sounds, your dad shouldn't hear Daryl using his sweet daughter in his own home after all. “Shhh, shhh.” He shushed you, resting his chin on the top of your head for a moment. You wrapped around him so tight even though he only had his tip in yet that he couldn't restrain himself from pushing his hips forward a little more, intensifying the burning sensation while he stretched your virgin cunt out.

“'S okay, ya can take it.” In that moment, you were confused at why he was making you feel so good just a moment ago, and now he's ripping your little pussy apart. But even though it hurt, it was somewhat pleasant to feel so full in such a new way, so you stuck your ass towards him, inviting him in. While still keeping his hand pressed on your mouth, he brought his other one to your hips, gripping them a little too tight.

Without warnings, he buried his entire length in you in one swift motion, filling you up to the brim and worsening the burning to a whole new level. The only thing that kept you from letting out a scream at the sudden invasion was his hand muffling your pathetic sounds and the fact that you'd be in deep trouble if your dad found out about that, but even so, Daryl couldn't help but quietly grunt at the intense sensation. He didn't know he missed fucking a warm cunt so badly until he was completely inhumed inside you. “Good girl. Yer being so good fer daddy.” He praised you. His words had an immediate effect on you, making your pussy even wetter, if that was even possible.

You didn't even care if it hurt or not anymore, so you just stood there, caught in the paradox of sensation — a mix of pain and pleasure etched across your face. The twinge felt like a sweet ache, and yet, an irresistible allure pulled her deeper into the experience, as if the discomfort held a hidden charm that she couldn't resist exploring.

Despite the pain, you found herself oddly drawn to the sensation, craving more as if the discomfort carried an inexplicable appeal that kept you coming back for another taste. So you slightly wiggled your ass against Daryl's body, moving his cock a little inside you. The feeling of being stretched out had you desperate for more.

Daryl's warm breath hit your ear as he let out a light-hearted laugh at your reaction, sending delicious goosebumps all over your body. His hips started going back and forth to meet yours in a sensual dance. He tried to be gentle at first, but your virgin cunt was just so wet and warm that he couldn't help it but succumb to his primal desires. “Jus' like tha', princess. Take this fat cock.” He whispered loud enough so only you could hear, making you weak in the knees.

His calloused hand let go of your hips to find your clit, starting to rub it with just the right pressure to make you squirm under his touch. The mixed sensations of intense pleasure and pain confusing your brain, making you melt like putty in his hands. Overwhelming waves of pleasure surged through you, leaving your head blissfully empty as if every thought had been swept away by the sheer intensity of the sensation, which was exactly what Daryl wanted, to turn you into a brainless little fucktoy for him.

If a few months ago somebody told you that you'd be letting some perverted older man take advantage of you in your own room, you would've laughed right in their face. Giving your innocence away to anybody used to feel like such a distant reality, and now there you were, pressed against the wall by Daryl's sweaty body while he mercilessly pounded your no longer virgin cunt, making you experience the most pleasurable pain you could ever feel.

As he continued bucking his hips like a desperate animal, you drooled against his hand, your brain now reduced to putty due to the overpowering sensation that dominated your every sense. “Nngh...” Your muffled moans stirred an even deeper desire within Daryl, turning him as primal as one could be. Your body language made it obvious that you were close to your orgasm, and this time, he didn't plan to deny you of it.

But you had never experienced something like that. You didn't know pleasure could get so extreme that could made you burst, so as the sensation built and grew stronger, it also made you unsure about where it was taking you, and you tried to fight the feeling. Daryl's skilled fingers working your clit only threw you even closer to the edge and you felt like your legs could fail at any moment.

Noticing the shift in your demeanor, he muttered against your ear. “Jus' let it go, baby. Trust me, don' hold it.” His tone was strangely sweet considering what you were both up to, but his encouraging words relaxed you a little, and as he intensified the rubbing on your clit, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold it in not even if you wanted to, whatever it was.

Then, it hit you. An entirely unfamiliar and intense sensation washed over you, catching you off guard. It felt like uncharted emotional and physical territory, leaving you completely stunned, wide-eyed, and grappling with the unexpected intensity of the experience, something that almost made you mad at your dad from convincing you of staying away from it for so long.

Daryl had to intensify the pressure of his hand against your lips, but even so, he wasn't able to muffle your cries completely as your body convulsed and you were sure you lost consciousness for a few seconds. “Good girl, cum for me.” You didn't know what that word meant, but considering the situation, you understood that it probably had something to do with the new type of pleasure you just experienced.

As the orgasmic sensation slowly faded away, it was replaced with an even more overwhelming feeling of overstimulation. You squirmed even harder and you swore you could cry if he continued using your cunt like that, not giving you any breaks to catch your breath. You'd been turned into a whimpering and drooling mess, a total slut for his cock. You wanted him to have his way with you and you knew that if he wanted to, you'd let him fuck you all day without arguing.

The intense clenching of your tight pussy around his length initiated his own orgasm, and now it was his turn to experience the compelling feeling of being right on the edge of pleasure. “Fuck, turn 'round." He desperately voiced, but he didn't even waited for you before decisively grasping your shoulders, swiftly turning you to face him. As he did so, he removed his cock from inside you and stroked it hard and fast for a few seconds with just enough pressure to make himself burst.

Your mesmerized eyes watched as the pleasure took over his body. And now, it all made sense as he started shooting his load aiming right on your bare pussy, just as he was doing earlier today when you first caught him in your room. The warm sticky substance coated your cunt and it was so much that it felt like it would never end, leaving you astonished. You couldn't help but smile at the sight before you.

You two stared into each other's eyes while desperately trying to catch your breaths, sharing a small chuckle and satisfied smiles. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead and now, you knew who to come up to when you feel that funny feeling in your lower belly again. You knew Daryl had what it took to take care of your needs.

Without saying anything else, he pulled his briefs and pants back up again, adjusting his clothes. Then, he reached for his pocket, pulling out those panties he had stolen earlier and putting them on you again, leaving his load smeary and sticking to your skin. “Leave it there.” He hoarsely voiced, ordering you to walk around with his cum inside your clothes while no one else knew of it except the both of you.

“And these...” He walked over to your bed and bended his knees a little so he could reach for the white cotton panties he had tossed aside right before railing you and put them in his pocket.

“...'M gunna keep these fer later.”

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Cherry Season - Part 1

Rick Grimes x OC

This contains smut

I've barely written smut before, so please be kind xx

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Valerie wasn't always a Greene. But she's been one for quite some time, even before the dead started walking.

Her parents owned a farm only minutes away from Hershel's. It had to have been years ago when she was just a small girl playing with Maggie and the chickens on Hershel's farm when they saw it.

Large, billowing clouds of thick, dark smoke shrouding the sky. Valerie remembers the look of horror that tore at Hershel's face, the gasp of dread Maggie's mother let escape past her lips as she ushered the girls inside.

The smoke was coming from her farm, her home.

Hershel had ran, gathering their neighbours as they brought buckets and hoses and anything else they thought could help. But when they had reached the farm, the fire had raked through it, burning the land and all its contents to ash.

When they managed to get the fire under control, there was nothing left to salvage. The earth had been wrought of life, the barn now dust and the house crumpled and broken.

It was under the boulders and wood that they found a happy couple holding each other in a tight embrace, the flesh melted off their bones which were charred under the heat of the fire.

Hershel liked to think they were at peace when they passed, finding comfort in each other's embrace.

But then he thought of the little girl in his home, of the brunette hair she shared with her mother, the tan skin and brown eyes of her father, the bashful grin she stole from them both and their mischievous twinkle - how could they be at peace, knowing they left a child to fend for her own in a world already cruel and harsh.

It was Maggie's mother who suggested the idea first, so motherly and so loving - she accepted the child as her own. Decades passed, and even as Maggie's mother passed into the next world, Valerie stayed on the Greene farm, growing into a fine young lady.

Valerie didn't remember much of her parents, or their farm. There was always a part of herself grateful for that, happy for the reprieve because it simply made it easier to live.

In Valerie's mind, she never lost a mother or a father because she was not old enough to remember them and whatever void their deaths had left had been quickly filled and cemented by Hershel and his first wife.

***

Valerie wasn't a shy girl in the slightest. She was bashful and awkward but never shy. So when Rick and his group had finally settled upon the farm, tents dotted around the land, campfires lit a soothing orange and friendly chatter bubbling through the air Rick simply could not wrap his head around it.

He had seen her talk with Dale, laugh with Glenn, exchange fruits and meats with Daryl in exchange for cross-bow lessons. He had seen her comfort Carol when she became overwhelmed over her missing daughter and sneak Carl sweets she had found during runs.

And yet, it seemed she couldn't stand to be in his presence. It seemed she skirted past his every attempt and dodged his every call, finding any excuse she could to be rid of his presence.

Rick thinks he shouldn't be upset. He had, after all, turned up on their front porch with his dying son in his arms and covered in blood - what a sight he must've made.

But still, there was something about this girl that intrugued him.

He knew of Hershel's beliefs when it came to the dead, the ignorance he held in his heart that he labelled as hope instead. Hershel did not want to kill the walkers, and neither did his children - apart from Valerie.

He heard the stories from Glenn, how she brought them down with ease, and used a knife as though it was an extension of her body.

It was as though she was made for a world like this, brought up to thrive in an apocalypse.

And yet, she dressed like that.

Normally, Rick would have no quarrels over how a woman dresses. And he was sure if this was Maggie or Beth, he probably still wouldn't.

But this was Valerie - sly, mischievous Valerie.

Valerie, who could take down a handful of walkers with ease. Who could scale buildings and ride horses and hotwire cars.

Valerie, who seemed so brave and independent, who ran from him at every turn.

And she dressed like this.

Whether it was her short skirts, tight tank-tops, frilly dresses, or sheer shirts.

Whether she was going on runs, going horse-riding, feeding the chickens - whatever it was, she dressed like this.

It wasn't practical, but dear God, was it a sight he couldn't take his eyes off of.

***

On his last run, Carol had insisted on joining. She wanted to escape the suffocated views of the farm as her worries for her daughter grew too much to bear. Rick relented with ease, deciding instead of going into town where he was sure the shops and departments would be too infested for his liking, they could wander the neighbouring homes.

They wandered through a small, abandoned home. The land around it wasn't as vast as Hershel's, but it was certainly large. Whilst Rick picked his way through the house, Carol ventured across the fields towards the bushes and trees, picking off fruits and vegetables, seeds and saplings wherever she could find them.

When Rick returned with an arm full of clothes and a bag full of supplies, he was surprised to see a beaming Carol with baskets full of peaches, pears, and cherries.

She held the basket of cherries out to him, "I heard Valerie loves cherries."

Rick quirked a brow, wondering why she felt the need to deign him with such information.

She grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes, "I also heard she doesn't like you very much."

Carol pursed her lips at Rick's fallen expression, "she doesn't like me?"

"Come on, she runs whenever she sees you. I think she's just intimidated, but Glenn is sure she just doesn't like you."

Rick rolls his eyes, a huff escaping him as he pretends the words don't sting as much as they did. Still, he threw out his spare hand and stole the basket from her grasp.

He pretended not to notice Carol's silent laughter and shaking shoulders as he walked past her grumbling under his breath - if Valerie hadn't liked him before, she better like him now.

When they had returned from their run, Rick left Carol with their newly acquired items and left to find the girl who plagued his mind.

Rick's first stop was the chicken hut, knowing how she enjoyed feeding the belting animals and would spend every spare moment with them if she could.

When he found her there, he hesitated for a moment. His palms suddenly sweaty, lips twitching and thoughts racing at the sight of her.

She was dressed in a tight shirt, the material almost sheer as she sweat under the heat of the sun. She wore a skirt, something so impractical Rick almost tutted at the sight. But she moved with ease, comfortable in the way she dressed despite the grazes and scratches from the plants and thorns around her.

"Rick?"

Valerie's soft call broke him out of his reverie, and he looked caught off guard. He swallowed roughly, unsure of why he was here now.

"Rick?" Valerie called out again, her voice unsure as she watched the man stand awkwardly with something held tightly in his hands, "did you need something?"

She steps up to his slowly, eyes wide and earnest as she reaches out to wave a hand in front of his face.

Rick coughs, eyes darting around them as though he was making sure no one else saw the embarrassment he was making of himself.

"I- uh, I got something for you."

"For me?"

Surprise coloured her features, glowing bright under the high sun as her cheeks flushed at the confession.

"Well, actually, Carol found it. But it's for you. I wanted to give it. To you."

"Oh. Well, what is it?"

She peered up at him shyly, a wry smile playing upon her lips as she waited for him to answer. Rick held out a basket between them, it was small but filled to the brim and his knuckles blanched as he held it in a tight grip, as though he was afraid his hands would tremble and the basket would fall.

"You brought me cherries?"

There was a note of softness in her voice, and when he answered, Rick was sure he could hear a similar chime in his own - "Carol said they're your favourite."

A tentative smile pulled at her lips, gratuity filling her features, "they are. I don't even know how you found them. It's not even the right season for cherries. She must be one lucky person to have found these."

Rick still held the basket tight in his grip, unsure what to do now and feeling his ears flush red as his face heated under her stare.

It seemed she caught onto this, her smile growing into a broad grin as she took the basket from his hands and beamed up at him, "thank you, Rick. Really."

As her hands pulled the basket from his reach, her fingers brushed against his own, and Rick felt his breath wedge itself in his throat. He nodded vigorously, terrified his voice would break should he try to speak.

Valerie stood there for a moment, her eyes bouncing over his shoulder as she looked towards the house. Rick followed her gaze to find Hershel in a heated conversation with Maggie. He turned back to the girl, ready to say his goodbyes and leave.

Instead, Rick was met with a fluttering kiss pressed upon his cheek and the sight of a sheepish girl who reeled back from him quickly with frantic glances back at the house.

Rick felt a heat bubble in his chest - it was warm and calm and nice. Something he hadn't felt in so long.

A feeling he didn't realise he missed.

A feeling he didn't realise he needed.

Valerie skirted around him, skipping towards her father's beckoning figure and stern gaze. As she took a few steps away from him, she threw a playful smirk over her shoulders as she waved him goodbye.

Rick felt as though he couldn't move, gaze fixed upon her enticing form. He leered at the sight of her, the way her hips swung delicately under the ruffles of her skirt, they way her hair flowed under the whispers of the wind, the way her eyes glowed amber in the sunlight.

Rick didn't understand how she could dress so pretty in the midst of an apocalypse. But a small part of Rick, one that was dark and desperate and needy enjoyed it.

Perhaps that was why he had no quarrels in this moment now.

***

Rick had stayed up, working late into the night helping Hershel tidy away chores that were long neglected now that he had grown older and frail.

The hours passed by quick, the sun had sunk, and the moon rose. Everyone was tucked away in their tents and beds, except Rick.

He hesitated for a moment, cleaning his hands on his dirt-ridden jeans as he looked around him. In the dying embers of a fire, he could see the open flap of the tent Lori slept in - an invitation.

It would have been so easy to pretend Lori hadn't slept with Shane, that she wasn't pregnant with his child. It would've been so easy to go as he was and slip into the tent, drag himself onto the cot next to the woman he considered his wife, to close his eyes and hold her and just pretend everything was okay. Everything was normal.

That the world wasn't ending and the dead wasn't walking and his wife did not betray him.

It sounded easy.

Rick always did hate it when something was easy.

He gritted his teeth, glancing towards Hershel's house and the darkness that blanketed it. Hershel had told him he was able to come in whenever he needed, to wash up and clean his clothes in exchange for the work he was doing.

Rick had avoided the offer for quite some time, not wanting to take too much advantage of the man's kindness and only going in broad daylight.

But then his thoughts travelled to places sinful and dark, and he thought of how Valerie's bedroom sat right next to the bathroom and in the dead of night, one glimpse would not hurt her.

One glimpse would be enough for him.

He wondered to himself whether she slept in the same flimsy clothes she traversed the farm in or whether she didn't wear any at all. Perhaps her modesty showed in her sleep, and she was covered head to toe. Did she wear her hair loose and let it fall in graceful curls? Did she sleep peacefully, or was she just as restless as him - plagued by nightmares and horrific possibilities.

Rick was not sure when he made the conscious decision to walk in, but he found himself standing in Hershel's doorway, the door creaked as it swivelled open.

His steps were soft as he made his way to the staircase, so cautious to not make a ruckus, so careful to not wake her up.

A sound caught his ear, making his spine straighten and his shoulders raise as his head twisted in alarm.

He held his breath, listening again.

A light moan echoed across the darkness, a light and airy hum that replayed within his mind over and over until he could place the voice.

His body boiled with desire as he recognised the sweet voice - Valerie.

But why was she making such sounds? His heart almost sank, worry etching his features as he deliberated ideas that angered him and hurt him most. He followed the melodic sounds - footfalls quiet, unlike her.

He traced them to the kitchen, almost hesitating to step inside.

But when he did, Rick could feel the blood rush to his cock as it twitched in his jeans and stiffened.

Fuck.

It was all he could think.

There upon the counter, legs dangling off the side was Valerie.

She was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that was much too short as it skimmed the flesh of her upper thighs and left her legs bare for him to ogle at. The white satin made her look like an angel under the moonlit sky.

If he looked closely, he was sure he could make out her silhouette as the moonlight lit up her figure from behind.

His eyes traced her curves almost instinctively, slowing down as they passed over the swell of her breasts before pausing upon her puffy lips.

There she sat, in pure bliss eating the very cherries he brought her.

The juice dribbled past her lips, his eyes following as it ran down her fingers, dripped down her hands, and weaved down her arm to spill across the white nightdress - staining it a deep red in the shadows of the night.

As she reached for another, the juices dripped upon her bare thighs, slipping between the two as she paid no mind to the mess she made. She pit the cherries with her fingers, tearing it in half as juice spilt wherever her heart desired, before plunging them one by one slowly between her luscious lips.

Something had come over Rick in that moment.

Where he had been hesitant and shy, where he had been cautious and careful. Something feral washed over him at the sight of her, something so pure and pretty and messy.

Rick wanted her to be his mess.

Rick wanted to see his cum drip from her lips, wanted to see his seed paint the expanse of her thighs.

Rick wanted to hear her moan because of him.

Rick wants her.

He needs her.

And he needs her now.

"Hey sweetheart," his voice was gruff, drowning in the lust that raked at his body in endless waves.

Valerie startled, head flicked up as her wide eyes took in Rick's stance. He leaned against the doorway now, arms crossed as he raised a brow in her direction, "what are you doing up so late?"

She glanced down at her lap, the pretty white nightgown stained by her carelessness, her fingertips stained purple, and she was sure her lips were too. Valerie flushed under his gaze, embarrassment pinching at her cheeks as it sweeped its way down her neck and chest.

She was glad it was night, hopeful Rick couldn't see her burning skin in the rays of moonlight as she stumbled over her words - "Rick."

A subtle smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes darkened, "I like it when you say my name."

Her breath caught in her throat, her next words whispered as though she heard his challenge and wanted to take it, but was terrified all the same.

"Rick," a breathy call passed her lips, "what're you doing here?"

She fiddled with the ends of her gown, paying no mind to how it pinkened under the touch of her wet and sticky fingers as she tried to compose herself in front of Rick.

The truth was, she had been fascinated by the man from the moment she saw him - he was kind and loyal and fierce, there was a darkness in him that she yearned to unleash, a beast within him she longed to tame.

And it helped that he was devilishly handsome too.

But he is a married man.

Or at least he was. Before everyone on the farm found out about Shane and Lori.

She transgressed, at least one good thing had come of it - her apprehensions had been washed away, especially now watching him tremble with desire.

"Hershel asked for my help cleaning up. I just got finished, came to freshen up and head to bed," he nodded alongside his own words, as though he himself believed that was what he truly intended.

Rick tutted, looking deep into Valerie's eyes, his once sea-blue hues grew dark as his head became heady with lust - "but it seems like I'm not done cleaning up yet."

Valerie frowned, eyes earnest as she tilted her head in confusion, "what do you mean? Is there other stuff you have to do? It's really late, you need some rest Rick."

She sounded so concerned for his wellbeing, her lips puckering into a soft pout that Rick almost felt his heart swoon with giddiness as he refrained from shifting the bulge that grew stiff within his pants.

Rick stood up straight, stalking his way to the girl as she looked into his eyes with unabashed curiosity.

He came to stand in front of her, one of his hands reaching to skim his fingers across the bare flesh of her legs and watch as goosebumps broke over the surface - "there is other stuff I have to do, I gotta clean a big mess. You think you can help me?"

He tried to catch her gaze as she looked down at his wandering fingers, she hummed in thought before nodded in affirmation.

"Okay, but you have to do something for me first."

"And what's that, baby?"

Her eyes widened at the petname, cheeks flushing with heat as she ducked her head and fidgeted on her bottom. Rick took a step closer, wedging himself between her plush thighs as his hands clamped upon her waist to hold her still, "look at me when I'm talking to you."

Valerie's head had never snapped up so fast, her breaths ragged as she answered his previous question with a shy smile upon her face, "I want more cherries."

"Fuck," he breathed out, looking at the pretty little mess she was in front of him, sticky and wet with cherry juice staining every inch of her and already his mind began running rampant.

"I'll get you all the cherries you want, sweet girl."

She bit her lip softly, holding back a beaming smile as she shuddered at the pet names that fell off his lips so sweetly.

"So, what big mess did you have to clean up?"

Rick rubbed circles into her waist with his thumbs, eventually rubbing his hands up and down in small motions - "well, it's sitting right in front of me."

Valerie looked confused, a frown upon her lips, but Rick carried on - he dragged his hands up her thighs, tugging at the end of her nightgown as he tutted, "look at this mess. Such a pretty dress ruined, clumsy girl."

She looked down at her dress with wide eyes, unsure how to respond as an apology sat at the tip of her tongue.

Rick didn't give her an opportunity, dragging his hands up her stomach, gliding across her shoulders to her hands. He lifted them up to his face, eyes dark with lust, "and look at this," he shook his head lightly, a smirk upon his lips, "what a silly little girl. Getting stains everywhere, making herself so messy."

A whimper slipped out at his words, and she looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Rick..."

She wasn't sure what she was going to say, wasn't sure whether she liked where this was headed or not, knowing that his wife was probably waiting for him to warm her bed instead.

"Valerie..."

He whispered her name so desperately, coming closer to brush the tip of his nose against her as he pressed her hands against his chest - the dusty, white henley soon had neat little impressions from her fingers upon them, stained pink by the cherries he brought her.

"We shouldn't do this."

Rick closed his eyes at her words, pressing his head against hers as he nodded, "I know," he spoke softly, "but I need you."

She pulled back at his words, eyes wide in surprise - "but... what about Lori?"

"Lori made her choices a long time ago. It's time I made some of my own," his hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her towards the edge of the counter so she was flush against him, her legs wrapped around his waist almost instinctively and he groaned quietly as her clothed cunt, warm and wet, pressed against his hardened cock.

She gasped quietly at the sensation, her flimsy panties doing nothing to stop her from feeling the press of Rick's rough jeans and hard member grinding softly against her cunt as he took deep breaths to try and control himself.

"I want this. Do you?"

Valerie tilted her head up, eyes hazy with lust as she looked from his heavy eyes to his parted lips as he took slow, meaningful breaths. She thought of every moment Rick caught her eye, every time she touched herself at the thought of him, every glance and every whisper, every touch and every hesitation.

She nodded vigorously, "please."

Rick surged towards her lips at the whine, capturing them in a soft kiss as he drew his hands towards her jaw and cradled her face softly. He grew frenzied, the kiss growing rough as he lost himself in the taste of her cherry-flavored kiss, her soft lips, and her teasing tongue.

Soft moans poured from her lips, and he swallowed every single one.

Valerie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as her legs tightened around his waist - she canted up her hips, breath catching at the sensations that buzzed through her.

"Fuck," Rick groaned, hands slipping into her hair as he tugged her locks and pushed into her relentless grinding, "you feel so good, baby."

"Want more," she panted, head thrown back as he peppered kisses down the column of her throat, "please Rick, need more."

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

They fumbled with clumsy fingers, Valerie reaching to undo his belt and unzip his jeans as he bunched up the nightgown around her waist and ripped off her panties off.

Rick paused for a moment, Valerie watching him in amusement, a heavy blush spreading across her face as he stuffed the damp panties into his back pocket.

"You do know someone's going to find that, right?"

"I have nothing to be ashamed of."

He bore a wide grin as he pulled her closer once more. This time, his kisses trailed over her shoulder, down her chest to flutter around her soft thighs.

He looked up at her, hunger raked across his face, "lie back for me, sweetheart. And try to keep quiet, will you?"

There was a teasing smirk upon his face, one that made her hold her breath as she fell back against the cold counter, hands covering her face as his hot breath puffed against her throbbing pussy.

It twitched as he blew lightly upon it, the sight causing him to groan as he laid a kiss upon her clit - Valerie sucked in a sharp breath, hips lifting only to be held down against the counter by Rick.

He tutted into the softness of her thighs, nipping at the flesh, "not happening, baby. You keep still and you keep quiet, y'hear me?"

The authoritative rasp of his voice sent a shiver down her spine as she nodded vigorously, "I'll be good, Rick. I promise."

"Yeah? You promise? What a good girl," he teased her clenching cunt, fingers brushing her across her folds as he collected her wetness upon his fingers.

"God, look at you. So wet, so perfect. You're so good for me," Valerie couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped her, nor her aching whispers.

"Rick, please. I- I need... I need mo-"

Her voice cut into a harsh whine, hips lifting off the table as Rick dove into the folds of her cunt with hungered vigor - he lapped across her folds, slow circles around her entrance and suckling upon her clit.

Valerie's hands locked into his hair, tugging and pulling as she pushed her pussy further into his face, trying to get him deeper, trying to get more.

She threw her head back, moans escaping her unabashedly as the thought of her father and sisters asleep upstairs had slipped her mind, and Rick's long and thick fingers slipped into her tight hole.

"C'mon, baby. You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Hmm? Or do you want my cock instead?"

Valerie's head twisted from side to side, eyes closed as she panted heavily under his ministrations, his voice almost muffled as he laved at her folds and drank her juices like it was nectar.

She could feel his smirk flush against her folds, could feel his grip tighten momentarily before-

A cold air washed over her, a petulant whine escaping her lips as Rick's head parted from her glistening pussy.

"Rick..." she reached for him with desperate hands, only for him to dodge them with an amused stare, "what are you doing? I need more," her hips canted up towards him, the sight so enticing he almost gave in.

Almost.

He tutted, head tilted in faux disappointment - "but you didn't answer my question. And little girls who don't listen, don't get to cum."

"That's not fair," Valerie sat up, tears welling in her eyes with desperation as her pussy throbbed against the cold counter. She shuddered with arousal as she felt a bout of slick and spit drip from between her legs, hips moving almost instinctively into the puddle that lay on the counter between her legs.

A sharp slap brought her back from her sinful thoughts, "keep still."

Rick was closer now, hands on either side of her as he leaned closer - his nose almost touching hers.

"Answer the question, baby. And I'll give you what you want."

"I need you, Rick. So bad, it hurts," her voice was whining, hands reaching for his unzipped jeans and slipping inside to hold his hardened member in her delicate hands. She tugged at it, suppressing a smile at the pool of precum that had leaked from his tip and using it to speed up her ministrations.

Rick clenched his eyes shut, his moving into the palm of her hand with sharp thrusts, "don't you want me, Rick? Don't you wanna fuck me? I want you to fuck me, Rick. I need your cock so bad, can I have it? Please?"

Rick found it hard to snap back to reality, her voice in his ear and her hand on her cock was almost too much for him. His hips stuttered as she tightened her grip and his movements became sloppier as the seconds passed, "what happened, Rick? Are you gonna cum? Hmm? All because of me? Do I make you feel good, Rick?"

He didn't know how he had lost control so quickly, but as he threw his head back, groaning yes's and violent pleas, he knew he didn't care. He yanked Valerie forward, gripping her hair tightly as he thrust his cock into her fist and crashed his lips against hers.

Rick moaned against her lips, a final grunt as he went into a spiral of bliss and came in her hands. He tucked his head into her neck, teeth bared against her skin as he sunk his teeth into her soft and supple flesh, hips slowing down as he groaned softly.

"Shit, baby. I was supposed to make you cum."

She giggled into his neck, hand never leaving his still-hard cock, "you still can."

She guided his cock to her puffy cunt, dragging the tip against her clit with stuttered breaths, "see how good that feels. Don't you wanna be inside me? C'mon Rick, I need you to fuck me. I need your cock."

"Shit. Yeah, baby. I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Rick slid his hands under her thighs, picking her up as she wrapped her legs rightly around his waist. Her hands reached into his hair, tugging on his curls as she brought him into a desperate kiss.

She moaned as he slipped him tongue into her mouth, letting him win the battle of dominance this time.

Rick steered them towards the dining table, every move careful and quiet so Hershel didn't walk in on Rick tainting and ruining his little girl.

He sat heavily in the chair at the head of the table, tugging Valerie down by the throat to hold her even closer as his hips grinded against hers.

"Do you want this?"

She nodded vigorously, tracking kisses down his neck until she found a sweet spot behind his ear that could him keen and groan.

He tugged her head back with a growl, "I asked you a question, do you want this?"

"Yes, yes, yes," her echoed words were frenzied as she shifted upon his lap, her cunt sliding across his cock with hurried desperation - "please fuck me, Rick. I need it so badly."

"Fuck, look at you. Don't even care that your dad's upstairs, do you? Shit, I bet if I asked you to scream for me you would, right?"

"Anything - I'll do anything. Please, Rick."

Rick's lips twitched in amusement at her words but still he gave in oh, so easily.

He held her waist, breath catching as she gripped his leaking cock and guided it to her clenching entrance. Valerie leaned her head against Rick's, eyes twitching closed as she pushed herself down onto his thick member.

They held their breaths, a low whine escaping Valerie as she tried to push herself down further. Rick, in a scramble, gripped her hips tightly enough to bruise, giving an almost animalistic thrust as he bottomed out.

A synchronised moan left them both, holding each other desperately as Valerie bounced on his cock in slow, drawn out moves.

Rick had his head thrown back, eyes focused upon the beauty in front of him - the only thing he regretted was not doing this sooner.

If he knew cherries were all he needed to have her so pliant within his arms, he would have brought a truck full just to see her like this.

His hands slipped under her nightdress, skimming across her skin until he found her breasts. He reached behind her back, tugging her forward as he mouthed at her breasts through the pretty satin, groaning at the sight of his spit turning the material sheer.

Valerie tried to keep her voice down, so scared someone could walk down and that they would have to stop.

She didn't want to stop.

Her nails embedded themselves in Rick's shoulders, slipping under his shirt to feel every slip of skin she could find. There was a part of her that wanted him marked as her own, red scratches and dark hickeys proving she owned him in this moment as much as he owned her.

She ground against him, chasing her own high as Rick's thrusts became sloppy once more. They moved in a crazed frenzy of heated kisses and whines and moans, until a white hot flash crashed over them both causing them to whisper sinful moans into each other's mouth as they share a soft kiss.

Valerie stays on Rick's lap, his soft cock still inside of her, their cum mixed and pooling between her legs as he tried to stuff her full of it. She ground her hips softly, whimpering at the over-stimulation but not wanting to stop.

This felt good.

Really good.

She laid her head tiredly on Rick's shoulder, head lolling as she panted softly into the crook of his neck.

Rick's arms were wound around her, holding her pliant body firmly against his own as he relished in the warmth between her legs.

He sighed softly, "let's clean you up and get you to bed."

"Don't wanna go bed."

He snorted quietly, "Well, I don't wanna be caught by Herlshel balls deep in his daughter because we both accidentally fell asleep in the dining room."

She couldn't help the giggles that escaped her, "yeah, papa would murder you."

"Oh, yeah? And what about you?"

"He'd put me on chicken-duty," her words were so sure that he couldn't help his grin.

"You love the chickens though."

She leaned back to stare at him, a proud smile on her face, "he doesn't know that."

Rick shook his head with a smile, and Valerie smiled softly.

"Stay the night. With me."

Rick looked into her eyes, dark and quiet, hopeful and trusting. He probably should have gone back to the tent, should have felt guilt for his actions and confessed to Lori and asked her to start over after they both betrayed each other.

But in Valerie's warm embrace, there was no guilt. No pressure, no responsibilities. Simply content.

"I'll stay."

***

The pair lay in bed, holding each other in a tight embrace. Rick felt as though he could finally relax, as though the world had quietened for the first time since he woke up in that hospital bed.

Valerie lay pressed against his side, her legs tangled with his as she traced messy shapes onto his bare skin.

"You're thinking"

Her voice was soft, no judgement and no demand for him to have to reply.

Rick pulled her closer, tugging her to lie her across his chest as he burrowed his face in her hair - "everything going on with Lori - with Shane, it's already so complicated. And now, this? I feel like I'm making things worse."

"Oh." Her voice was quiet, and Rick wasn't sure if that was because she was hurt by his words or because she thought the same.

He continued, words spilling out now that he had started talking, "but the worst bit is, I don't feel guilty. I don't feel bad. About any of this. I want this. I just don't know how I'm going to explain it to Carl."

"Oh," her tone was understanding now, hands pressed upon his chest as she heaved herself up to sit on his lap so she could look him in the eyes. Still in that cherry-stained dress of hers, and she looked like an angel in the moonlight.

"Rick you can't be so hard on yourself, it's like you said - Lori made her choices. Carl might not understand now, but he will one day."

"How is he supposed to understand that his sister is not my child?"

"Oh, Rick..." she couldn't begin to understand the feelings that swamped him, the betrayal that stung deep even after he moved on from her - this wasn't just about Lori sleeping with his best friend, this was having a child with him but expecting Rick to be the father.

"I'm so sorry, Rick."

His eyes were misty, his chest heavy as the weight of the last few weeks threatened to crush him.

They stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Valerie's lips parted. She licked lips in hesitation, "you're still going to take care of the baby, right?"

There was a pause as Rick stared at her with incredulity, surprised she would even ask such a thing, especially after all they had done. He thought she would want him for herself and away from Lori and everything that had to do with her.

"I know you said Lori's baby wasn't yours, but it's still Carl's baby sister or brother. When mama first brought me home, papa couldn't even look at me because I reminded him of his friends who died - he didn't want me. The only time he tried was when he saw how much Maggie loved me, and then slowly he did too. Carl's too young to understand what Lori did, as far as he's concerned that baby is his sibling, and your child."

Rick closes his eyes as though his heart clenched with misery and dread knowing every word she said was true, and Valerie slid across his body to hold him in a soft embrace. Rick wrapped his arms around her, anchoring her body to his own as she whispered into his ear, "you're a good father, Rick. You're probably the only person here who can keep that baby safe."

They both knew what she meant by that - Shane would get them killed.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Rick didn't know how much he had been needing to hear those words - to know that to raise the child didn't make him a fool or a coward, it made him a good father. To Carl.

And that was what was important.

They fell asleep in each other's embrace, Rick's mind so quiet that he wasn't plagued by nightmares or foul thoughts in his sleep. There was a ghost of a smile upon his face as he breathed in the scent of strawberries and mint from the girl who held him so tightly. It almost felt like Rick was still alive.

Like he hadn't been shot and left in a hospital bed to die.

Like he hadn't woken up amongst the dead.

***

Valerie wakes up to soft kisses being scattered across her face, trailing lower as she sighs into the dark sky.

The sun hadn't rose yet, but it was warm where she lay.

Her hands drifted to Rick's hair, petting him as he continued his fluttering kisses and traced his way back to her face.

He pressed soft kisses against her lips - again, and again, and again. She laughed softly at the attention, reaching up to reciprocate his kisses until they fell into one deep and passionate.

"I should probably go," but from the way he kept pressing tantalising kisses across her skin, she had a feeling he didn't want to.

***

The day passed by slowly, and it was like a breath of fresh air had seeped into the farm.

Valerie and Rick skirted around each other as they always had, except lustful and loving glances replaced what had previously been longing and wistful gazes.

Every smile and every touch held a new sense of exhilaration as they kept their relationship a secret from others.

Day by day, Valerie had said.

To make it easier for Carl, Rick had said.

They used every opportunity to be near each other, whether Rick offered to take her out on runs, or she offered him a glass of lemonade as he worked in the heat, when Rick brought Carl with him to see the chickens saying it was son's idea and not his, or when Valerie would wake up in the dark hours of night to keep Rick company on his watch.

Everyone was oblivious to the change, thinking that Carol's tactics of bringing cherries had been enough to warm Valerie up to Rick and that they were friends.

But Lori knew better.

So did Shane.

He saw the deep red scratches on his friends arms and back, saw the hickeys he didn't try to hide, saw his wandering eyes, and possessive hands.

Lori couldn't say a word, not when she was growing round and heavy with another man's child.

Shane, on the other hand, grew crazed with anger. Crazed with jealousy.

Lori had said no to him at every turn, had denied him his child and her body now that her husband had risen from the dead.

So when they had found the farm, Shane found himself enticed by the little minx Hershel called his daughter. Wanted to break her and ruin her and make her his.

But Rick had taken her too.

Just like he took Lori.

Just like he took Carl.

Just like he took Shane's baby.

Shane wasn't a second-choice. He was better than Rick.

He would do everything he had to, to protect those he loves. Rick can't do that - he was a coward, stuck in the echoes of a world that no longer exists.

Shane wouldn't let him have this, too.

It wasn't fair.

This was his.

Valerie was his.

***

It was around lunchtime now. The group sat scattered across the field as they dove into their rations for the day. Rick wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp rag, his stomach growling in hunger.

But his eyes caught the sight of Hershel's house and he thought of how his family had probably already had lunch. He thought of how if Valerie wasn't grazing through the fields of the farm then she was most likely in her room.

Rick suddenly thought he was in need of a long, hot shower.

He bit back a laugh at the idea, speeding towards Hershel's home with hidden intentions and sinful thoughts.

When Rick had come across her room, he frowned in confusion as he found the girl was nowhere in sight.

He stepped out hesitantly, shrugging as he thought he may have simply just missed her on his walk to the house and got into the shower instead.

Rick would find her after.

***

Only a few metres away, at the edge of the woods Shane urged the girl to walk ahead of him with a manic grin - "'mon, I'm telling you. I saw one."

Valerie shook her head in amusement, "Shane, there is no way you saw a bear in the woods."

"Yes I did. If you would just follow me, then you'd see."

"I am following you, but if you are telling the truth then I would rather not get mauled by a bear."

He scoffed as though she had said something dumb and stupid, "nah, you'll be fine. Saw 'em eating."

Valerie frowned, pausing in her steps as she turned to face him. She stumbled a step back when she found Shane was much closer than she expected, her back hitting a tree as she looked around his looming, broad figure to see they were too deep in for her to see the farm from here.

A sense of unease settled in her gut - "what were they eating?" She was worried some of the wildlife might have been attacked and torn to shreds by such a beast, a cantankerous predator in the face of such small prey.

He gave her a leering grin, leaning closer so she could feel his hot breath as he spoke, "cherries."

Valerie swallowed roughly - it's not cherry season.

#rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fic #rick grimes fluff #cherry season

[ask-the-royal-absol]

*Felix, using his ghostly abilities, turned invisible. He didn’t want to squish in with the both of them. Though he could see Destino’s parents coming down through the tunnel. He had to warn Destino and Hope quietly. Phasing through the wardrobe, he whispered to the both of them.*

Felix: I can see they’re comin’ down now. Ya both better keep quiet if ya wanna sneak up.

*that silenced their squabbling. Felix kept outside of the wardrobe, being lookout to see when the King and Queen had left. They came through the entrance of the tunnel, looking rather confused and angry at each other.*

King Nox: Oh I’m sorry. I forgot how perfect you are and how you could never make a simple mistake like this. Karma, you were behind me when we went up.

Queen Karma: Nox, you know I would never leave this unlocked. We wouldn’t want Destino to find out about this before they need to.

King Nox: You’re going to tell them anyway! At this point, I’m surprised they haven’t discovered it yet!

Queen Karma: How would they possibly be able to?! They know what happens if they enter our room without my permission.

King Nox: Oh I don’t know! Maybe Princess Hope who’s down in our dungeon at this very second would tell Destino everything!

Queen Karma: Oh, I guarantee she wouldn’t.

*the conversation fades as the two leave the room. Felix heard muffled conversations through the wooden door. They got quieter and quieter. Now would be the perfect opportunity.*

Hope: I didn’t like being in there with you either, you know. It’s not exactly fun having someone pushing you away.

Destino: That’s why you should have made room for me. Come on Hope. I’m the chosen one. I’m kinda important here. You’ve gotta make accommodations for me.

*Hope could feel herself getting frustrated. Soon she would be rid of them. Delivered to the guardian. And then she wouldn’t have to see their stupid face again. Luckily, Destino’s parents kept the door for the tunnel opened. Considering the noise it made when it did open, the three of them probably would have been caught. She began walking past the entrance of the tunnel. Felix started to float behind. Destino was going to head up too but could hear their parents quiet voices through the bedroom door. They secretly hoped Roy and Hershel would be ok dealing with the King and Queen.*

*And so it was time to head up. The first thing Destino noticed was the storage area before walking into the tunnel with a few crates and barrels in. It must be where they kept items that they had brought from the surface. As much as Destino was curious as to what was inside of them, they had to keep moving. They could see Hope and Felix continuing on. Quickly, they moved past Hope to take the lead. It was quite interesting noticing all of the crystals that had lined the walls. Destino wasn’t sure what they were but they knew they were similar to the ones the majority of the furniture inside of their home was made from.*

*Destino, Felix and Hope are available for 5 asks as they make their way to the surface.*

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon oc #pokemon askblog #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #felix the gengar #hope the Blaziken #absol #gengar #Blaziken #sorry it took so long! #finally at this point #fuck yeah #I've been waiting for so long! #chapter 3

[darkartistyt]

I had a dream once where there was a lost media 7th layton game that took place in between spectre's call and eternal diva in which luke and hershel enter this strange, wonderland-esque world through a tiny door. The world in question looked very similar to the set of trucy's magic show in spirit of justice, and the grand mystery had something to do with the world's ability to get rid of the fears and hatred of its inhabitants

I think it was that trope of the perfect utopia having a secret dark side and now our protags must expose it but i don't remember the details

Now I want to take that and flesh out a story ngl

#add that to the list of longfic ideas #new au just dropped #my dumbass ramblings #professor layton #hershel layton #luke triton

[dxcter]

Bullets-Carl Grimes x Male Reader 2

Previous - Next 

Y/n had spent three days alone out there. Running for his life, running away from danger, never stopping to kill a walker in his way. He just ran. During those three exhausting days before the barn he knew, he knew it was his fault. He was the reason his Mother and Father got torn to shreds, and he would never forgive himself for that.

"It's my fault! They're gone because of me. I'm the reason we got kicked out so its my fault that they're dead." He cried, his tears running down his face.

"No, no, no don't say that. It isn't your fault." Andrea said. She kneeled down and comforted the young boy.

"Did you say kicked out? Who kicked you out? And for what?" Hershel asked.

"I c-can't tell you. If I do you'll definitely get rid of me." He sniffled.

"It's okay. You can tell us, we wont get rid of you." Hershel's voice was calm and sincere.

"Really?"

"Really"

Y/n's e/c eyes looked at the people around him and swallowed. "I-i. . . I like boys." He confessed, his voice was quiet but everyone there heard it. Andrea hugged the boy, her hands rubbing his back soothingly. She turned her head and looked at Rick and Shane. "We are not kicking him out." She said. Rick put a hand to his holster and gave her a nod.

"I'll take him to Lori. He can be with her and Carl while the rest of you deal with Randall." Rick put his hand on y/n's shoulder and led him away to the campsite.

"You stay here with Lori, okay. I promise we won't get rid of you." He reassures. Y/n gave a nod. He watched Rick walk away, once he left his line of sight he walked to where Lori was. Lori gave him a friendly smile and continued to do whatever she actually does. The person with her though peaked his interest, he was quiet for the most part and he was the only person who hasn't talked to y/n. Maggie was nice, T-dog was funny so is Glenn, and Dale was nice to be around even if you don't have anything to say. But Carl, Carl was a whole can of worms that you haven't seen yet.

He was barely older than you, but he gave off this demeanor that made it seem like he's lived his whole life in this apocalypse. So you can imagine his surprise when Carl sat next to him. There was an awkward silence at first, but as y/n continued to write in one of his many journals he noticed Carl looking at him every once in a while.

He thought this would go on for the rest of the time there but he heard Carl clear his throat. "So... What are the journals for?"

Y/n looked at him quizzically. "It's just a hobby. I just like to write about things." He answered quietly.

"I knew that, I heard you talking to Maggie earlier. I wanted to know about what you write about." Carl looked at the many books in y/n's bag. Seeing this the h/c-ette/blond took out five journals.

"This blue one is kind of like a diary, I write about what's happened to me in their. I just think that it'll be important one day, kind of like a record of our history. . ." y/n slowly flipped through the pages, it was evident in the pages that he's been writing in it way before the world ended.

"This red one is about plants and animals, it helped me survive out there. The yellow one has random stuff in it like how to build basic things like levers and chemistry. The black one is just more random stuff." Carl listened closely to what y/n said.

"And this leather one has all the stories of people i've met. It even has other things in their like how old they are and small details like that." Y/n smiled as he looked through the book. Every once in a while a photo of a person would appear, y/n's melancholy expression painted across his face.

"How did you get all of this? Its pretty cool and they look like you wrote them yourself." Carl pointed out.

"I didn't do it myself at first. Lots of people helped me with it." He explained. "They kept me safe, they taught me things, and they were. . .like family to me." Tears welled up in his eyes.

Carl frowned at y/n's sad expression. "Well your here now aren't you? We can be your new family now."

Y/n gave a sad smile as he wiped his tears away. "I wish you could. . . I like you guys. Your nice to me but. . . I won't live for long." Y/n gazed into the sunset.

"T-thats not true!" Carl grabbed his hand giving it a soft squeeze.

"But it is true Carl. . . your strong I can see that, I'm not. I got my parents killed; My mother died saving me all because I panicked."

"Then I'll protect you! I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you Carl but you shouldn't have to be my knight in shining armour."

"Then let's be friends first." Carl smiled.

"I'd like that" y/n smiled.

The moon was up, casting an eerie glow over the farm. Carl and y/n were sitting on the front steps while the adults were talking in the living room. They were quietly talking until Dale angrily left the house. Y/n quickly grabbed Carol's arm before she got away.

"What happened in there?"

Carol gave him a sad look before saying "It's nothing you need to worry yourself about."

Y/n unsatisfied with the answer hesitantly let go of Carol's arm and watched as everybody went their separate ways. Y/n turned to Carl. "Can I stay with you. . . I have a bad feeling that somethings going to happen." Carl gave him a nod and started walking to his tent.

It was calm and quiet, the moon was big and full in the night sky. It was peaceful. But it could only be peaceful for so long.

"AAGGHHH!!"

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Hello i’ve finally gotten around to posting the second chapter on tumblr, yes this is short but i will be shortly uploading the third chapter so stay tuned!

#x male reader #male reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes #twd #the walking dead #twd x male reader #the walking dead x male reader

[citrus-soda]

The fact that all of Descole’s schemes in the first two prequels / movie have incidentally involved victims who personally know Hershel Layton (and who then ask Layton to come and help them) is incredibly funny in hindsight. He just cannot! get!! rid of him!!!

#professor layton #professor layton spoilers #citrussodatalks #the “why the fuck is he here” to “not this guy again” pipeline. hes getting sick of that shit!!!! #destiny will NOT let him be free of his past. i am teehee-ing evilly. #if anyone tags this as ship I’ll gnaw your eyes out btw. get bent. #can you tell my layton brainrot is coming back. #like every single important ruin he had to conquer? discover? whatever??? just so happen to be related to these people. watsonian analysis: #misthallery is near the golden garden and has the triton family. who are friends of layton #getting whistler to help with the eternal diva / ambrosia scheme got janice involved who then got layton involved. #and monte d'or and the ruins of akbadain... do i even need to explain the connection there. do i. #the layton comes pre-installed with the revenge plot and you CANT uninstall it.

[minervadashwood]

You don't hve to answer this but in your throuple fic did they all get together at the same time or was there a couple first then they added the third? You're one of my favs!

Original throuple story

I think it went a little something like this:

[Implied smut. gn!reader. no dialogue]

Out on a run for the prison, post-Woodbury. Really, it's just a way to get away from the crowds, from the council, three best friends on the open road, a week-long trip.

You find a house to shelter for the night. All of you sitting on a couch with you in the middle, sharing some fire-roasted rabbit and dried fruit.

Rick puts his arm around you, resting on your shoulders, and at the same time he grips Daryl's upper arm, squeezing it and letting his fingers curl around the bowman's thick triceps. Daryl startles at first, but then sighs and takes a deep breath.

This...tension has been among you for a while now. It makes sense, given how the three of you have survived together, fought together, live together. Yet none of you have crossed the line to make it something more.

Is that what Rick wants? You're not sure, but you put a hand on each man's knee, rubbing their denim beneath your palms. Daryl's hand rests over yours, and you think he means to pull your hand away from him, but instead he holds it. By now, Rick's fingers have traveled from Daryl's arm to thread themselves in the hunter's hair. Rick's adjusts himself on the couch, slightly facing you then gripping your upper thigh in his free hand.

Daryl leans against your shoulder, kissing the crook of your neck as Rick still grips his hair. Then Rick kisses your temple. Each movement is a question, each reaction an answer.

You are most worried about Daryl, physical touch does not come easy to him, not hugs or handshakes, or even pats on the back. But he seems at ease beside you. Even more so when he turns your head toward him and kisses you.

The line crossed, boundaries forgotten, you meet Daryl where he is, kissing him back, but letting him guide you.Rick pulls you into his lap, and Daryl follows, briefly breaking your kiss so Rick can kiss him too. You watch the two men, trembling hands and lips as they kiss and moan beside you.

You're not left out for long. The three of you become a rotating mass of kisses and caresses. The instincts that have kept you alive work here, too. Rick's kisses are just this side of gentle, Daryl's more aggressive and sloppy. The sheriff has long mourned his wife and wants to be careful; the hunter has little experience and retains some of the compulsive aggression he's had since you'd met him.

There are talks, after, about how to tell the others, or whether to tell them at all. But what good is a new society without ridding it of constricting traditions and old ways of thinking. You've already redefined family, why not this, too? Why not live openly? Why not treasure this love you have for each other. The three of you know all to well how life and love can be cut short. You should make the most of what you have.

By the end of your trip, this new way of living is now normal. The three of you cuddled together at night, taking turns who gets to be in the middle, teasing each other for snoring, waking the nearest one with soft kisses.

Back home there are some whispers and wide eyes, but not any from those who share your cell block. Carl takes it in stride, as if the news might as well be as exciting as announcing it'll rain next Tuesday.

You catch Carol teasing Daryl, but she gives him a hug, too. Glenn and Maggie offer to share a few condoms from their stash in the tower. Even Hershel gives his tacit blessing by saying nothing. After all, even Soloman and David had many wives. At least he knows the three of you are good people, no matter how you decide to love each other. What matters is that you do.

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[darlingmunsons]

Tension

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: Swearing, some suggestiveness  Era: Prison era Word Count: 2.9k

Request by @thisisparadisemylove​: thank you for the requests and for being patient with me lol, sorry this took much longer than i expected it too i've been busy. but i hope you enjoy and this was what you had in mind!!

Flashbacks in italics.

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Requests open:)

Daryl watched across the courtyard as you struggled to drag another body across the courtyard, wincing as you dropped it down into the pile of already decaying bodies. He hadn’t missed the signs of discomfort you’d been showing since you’d arrived at the prison about a week ago.

He made his way towards you, lugging the dead weight behind him. The two of you along with Rick, T-Dog and Glenn, the rest of the group staying inside to care for an injured Hershel and a very heavily pregnant Lori, had been tasked with disposing of the dead you’d managed to rid the prison of. As he dumped the body in the growing pile he watched as you fiddled with the gardening gloves you found.

“You good?” Daryl asked, pulling the bandana off the lower half of his face.

“These gloves are too big, they keep sliding off my damn hands,” you huffed, throwing the gloves to the ground in frustrating.

“Switch with me, they’ve got things ‘round the wrist, tighten them to you.” Daryl didn’t hesitate  to take his own gloves off and put them on your hands for you, tightening the straps around the wrist.

“That any better?”

“Much better,” you smiled, trying to ignore the warmth from his fingers touching your wrists, “thank you.”

He nodded in response and you bent down to pick the other pair of gloves, wincing as you stood back up too quickly.

“What’s going on with that?” He asked. 

“It’s nothing, just,” you sighed, moving your hands to rest on your lower back and stretching, “being out on the road and sleeping on the floor has messed my back up, thinking maybe a trapped nerve.”

“Here, turn around.” Daryl had already grabbed your shoulders and turned you before he finished speaking, “Where's it messed up?”

“Around my lower back and into my hips a little.” You replied, still wondering why he turned you around.

Daryl hummed in response, sliding his hand to your hips and digging his thumbs into the flesh of your lower back. His touch startled you slightly, you knew there was no intention behind this other than him trying to help but you couldn’t stop your mind running straight to the gutter. The feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, even over your clothes was enough to have a hot blush spread over your body.

Daryl held his breath as his thumbs dug into your back, he definitely didn’t think this through. When he first set his hand upon his hips he knew he was in trouble, the feeling of your hips sat in his hand had his head spiralling, even over your clothes your back felt soft under his thumbs. He pulled away after a moment, suddenly aware you were both still outside, catching Ricks teasing eyes as he checked your surroundings Daryl scowled at the sheriffs knowing look. He made sure to avoid your eyes as you turned back around.

Daryl cleared his throat before speaking, “Nah, don’t think it’s a trapped nerve, you’ve got a helluva lot of tension though, lotta knots. Carol gets them in her shoulders, easy enough to sort out, just gotta know how to.”

You were glad that his gaze avoided you, otherwise he may have noticed the blush that you were desperately trying to calm. You nodded at his words in response.

“Thanks,” you managed to choke out.

Daryl spoke before he could think, the feeling of your hips under his hand still on his mind.

“I uh- I can come by your cell later? If you want I mean? You know to help with that? Uh, only if you think that could help obviously,” Daryl mumbled out, instantly regretting the words as they left his mouth. Had he really just offered to come to your cell and give you a massage? God, what was he thinking? Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

There was no way you’d agree to thi-

“Yeah, sure,” you interrupted his thoughts.

You said yes, oh god you said yes, fuck.

“Worth a shot, I mean if it stops me wanting to cripple over any time I move too quick or even at the wrong angle,” you chuckled, hoping to ease some of the tension between you both.

“You two done playing hooky yet?” Ricks voice cut across the other side of the pile of bodies where he and Glenn and just dumped another one.

“Yeah,” Glenn added, “too busy flirting while the rest of us are working our asses off.”

You knew he was teasing but it didn’t stop the feeling of guilt that rushed over your body.

Daryl huffed, “Man, shut the hell up,” he grumbled, stalking off to grab another dead one and bumping Glenn with his shoulder as he walked past him causing Glenn to chuckled, clearly pleased his teasing worked.

You watched as Daryl stomped off, hoping Glenn hadn’t embarrassed him too much.

-

Daryl stood outside the door of your cell, staring intently at the blanket you were using as a curtain for privacy, almost willing it to make the decision for him.

The last thing he’d want is to cross any lines with you but then again you had agreed to his offer so surely you’re comfortable with the idea. Maybe you were just being polite, agreeing to it to not embarrass him? God he was spiralling and quickly, if he didn’t do it now he probably wouldn’t do it at all.

His knuckles knocked against a bar on your cell door, waiting to hear your voice telling him to come in before opening the curtain and stepping into your cell, letting the curtain close behind him. Your room was lit by a couple of lanterns, enough to illuminate your room in a soft warm glow. You were laying on your back on your bunk, on arm across your forehead and the other on your stomach, staring at the ceiling. The top bunk having already been removed the first night you stayed at the prison, claiming it made you feel claustrophobic.

You sat up slightly, moving to lean on your elbows so you could get a better look at Daryl.

“Hey, didn’t think you were gonna show for a second there,” you picked at the think blanket below you nervously.

Daryl cleared his throat, “Yeah sorry, got caught up talkin’ to Rick.”

“That’s okay, I’m glad you came though,” your head hung low, suddenly feeling shy around the man you spent most of your time with.

Daryl smiled at that, to anyone else they might not have even noticed the quirk in the corner of his lips but you did, you always do.

He could feel his palms starting to sweat, he swore that was an attempt at flirting with him but if he thought too much into it he was afraid he’d bolt right back through that curtain.

“Hows your back doin’?” He stepped further into your cell.

“Not great, think lugging round all those dead bodies all afternoon did no help,” you dropped back off your elbows allowing yourself to lay fully on the bed again.

“Shoulda said somethin’, no one woulda minded if you skipped out on the heavy liftin’, not if you’re in pain.”

You shrugged, “It's good, just gotta push through shit like this if we want to get anything done round here, hope it’s gets better on its own. You’re here now though, hopefully you can help.”

“Yeah, I can try.” He nodded.

“So, how do you want me?” You knew double entendres that came with your words but it didn’t stop you, you always did enjoy teasing the archer, the blush that spread to the tips of his ears something you found adorable. 

He cleared his throat, something you noticed he did when he was nervous.

“Uhm, I guess on your front? If you’re comfortable with tha’?” He kept his head low, worried about stumbling over his words.

“Yes, boss,” you saluted, slowly turning over to lie on your front.

Daryl took a moment to let his eyes cover your body as you settled on your stomach, reminding himself to breathe as he gazed over the curve of your ass. Wiping the palms of his hands on his pants he made his way to your bed, place one knee on it before swinging the other over to straddle your back.

“This okay?” He asked, trying to keep most of his weight off your back as to not hurt you and honestly cut the physical contact as much as he could.

“Perfect,” you sighed, strangely comforted by the weight of him on top of you.

Daryl nodded even though he knew you couldn’t see him. He seriously had to get a hold of himself, this isn’t even the closest you two had been. While you were out on the road, before the prison the two of you had grown closer. 

The air was heavy after the farm fell, losing Andrea and Shane followed you all around but you specifically, you weren’t necessarily close with either of them but that didn’t make their deaths any easier. So while on the road you started tagging along with Daryl when he went hunting, hoping some time away from the group could help clear your head. It’s not that you didn’t like them, you loved them in fact, but sometimes it all got too much for you and Daryl could see that so he let you join him. From there you formed a close bond, for some reason beyond him, you just made him feel comfortable, he trusted you and felt safe with you and visa versa. 

One really cold night, maybe the coldest you’d experienced was the night you got the closest. You’d fortunately managed to find shelter in an abandoned house but that didn’t stop the numb feeling in your fingers and the chattering of your teeth. Everyone was asleep but you couldn’t get warm enough to even consider it, the fire had gone out for safety reason and you’d given your extra blanket to a pregnant Lori.

Daryl watched across the room as you shivered, sleep escaping him for the same reason as you. Also the fact he was worried about you added to the problem, he swore he could hear your teeth clashing as you shivered. He struggled with the internal debate on whether to help, his shyness almost taking over but as he watched you wipe and your numb nose for the countless time he made his decision. You hadn’t even noticed Daryl had made his way to you until he was sat next to you, shoulder pressed to yours 

“C’mon,” he whispered lifting his poncho up in front of him, leaving enough room for you to fit.

“But-,” you tried to dispute but you couldn’t get past the first word before Daryl cut you off.

“Nah, c’mon, ya gonna freeze your ass off.”

You smiled shyly, moving your way to between his legs, ducking under his poncho and leaning back against his chest.

“Thank you,” your words were barely about a whisper but he heard you.

“No problem,” his breath was warm as he whispered back, “stays between us though, yeah?”

You knew he was teasing and despite the cold and your lack of energy you couldn’t stop yourself teasing back.

“Right, of course. Can’t have people knowing you’re a big softie.”

He chucked at your words but said no more, allowing you both to warm up and eventually drift off to sleep.

“Yoohoo, earth to Daryl,” your voice startled him out of his memory, grateful you were facing away from him so you didn’t see his blush.

“Right sorry, I just-,” he cleared his throat, getting his mind back on track,“sorry. So you said lower back right?”

“Yeah, lower back and then round into my hips.”

Daryl tried to keep his mind clear as he slip his hands to your hips, letting his thumbs dig into the flesh of your lower back like he did earlier that day in the field.

“Here?”

You groaned as his dug his thumbs in, “Uh, yeah.”

“Right, unbutton your pants,” the words left daryl mouth before he could even consider the innuendo that came with it.

You let out a quick loud, laugh. You knew what he meant, you knew he just wanted you to move your pants past your hips so he has better access to your back.

“Well, Mr Dixon, I didn’t think this was those types of massages. Do I need to pay extra for this?” You teased, still laughing as you slid your hands under you to do as he asked, shuffling your pants past your hips to expose your lower back.

Daryl ran his hands over his face and held them there for a moment as he blushed.

“That ain’t- that ain’t what I meant and you know that,” his voice was muffled behind the hands that were still covering his face before he pulled them away.

“Whatever you say.”

He could practically hear the smirk on your face, he was annoyed but mostly annoyed at himself at how easy he set himself up with his own words. Just a little annoyed at you for your quick whit.

He kept his mouth shut, not wanted to add anymore fuel to the fire. He pushed your shirt up past your hips, ignoring the soft skin of your hips as his finger tips brushed against you. Once your back and hips were fully exposed he got to work, starting off gently and slowly digging his fingers into your love handles. God, you were so soft.

The soft whimpers and groans that left your lips as he dug further, using a little more force to get the knots out of your back, were noises that he was sure were going to stay with him forever.

“That feel okay?” He mumbled, not sure you’d hear him because of how relaxed you seemed.

“Feels amazing,” you sighed, sinking further into the thin mattress you were on.

Daryl carried on, keeping the same pace as not to push too far and hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. About ten minutes had gone by of you both sat in a comfortable silence, Daryl’s hand following a now familiar path around your hips and oh my god did you just moan? 

Oh god you moaned. What did you do, fuck, you can’t believe you let that noise slip past your lips. He heard it too, you know he did, the way his hands halted on your hips and he sucked in a breath told you he heard you. What are you even supposed to say? ‘Hey sorry Daryl it’s just been so long since I’ve had the touch of another human that I couldn’t even handle you digging the knots out of my back?’ No, fuck no, god could you get anymore pathetic.

You shifted slightly underneath him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

Daryl gasped as you shifted again, your ass brushing up against his crotch. That was it, he was gone. The arousal he’d been trying his hardest to hold back since he entered your cell had made itself known.

You felt it, you knew it and he knew it.

Daryl Dixon was on top of you with a boner. And honestly it turned you on.

The silence continued for another moment before Daryl cleared his throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he climbed off you, keeping his back to you as he stood, “I- uh, sorry, it’s just-“

“I get it,” you cut him off, rolling onto your back and sitting up, “I’m sure we’ve all gone just as long without being with anyone, slighted touch will set you off.”

You kept your eyes in your lap, the truth in your words so obvious and still embarrassed from your moans before. Daryl adjusted the front of his pants, finding the guts to turn to face you, your words comforting him slightly, the thought of you having the same types of feelings was a relief

“Right,” he nodded, turning around but still not quite catching your eye.

The tension between you two was palpable and it was almost too much.

“Anyway,” you decided to change the subject, “my back feels much better.”

“Good, ‘m glad,” he finally met your gaze, “can’t be carrying your load of the work much longer.” He was teasing you, the tension lifting slightly.

“Right, looks like you’re carrying too big a load as it is,” you teases right back, your gaze quickly dropping to his crotch before back up to his blushing face.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, annoyed that you’d out-wit him again, turning to leave your cell, quick to escape you before you made him blush any more if that was even possible.

You smirked, climbing off the bed to follow him out of your cell, stopping at the door.

“Thank you though. Seriously, I really appreciate it,” you said sincerely.

He shot you a shy smile, “Any time, it’s no problem. Now, you should get some sleep.”

You nodded as he walked through the curtain, watching until he was a few feet away.

“Hey, Dixon,” you called after him, waiting until he’d turned around before continuing, a smirk gracing your face, “if you ever want the favour returning or need a hand with anything, I mean anything, you know where to find me.” Your gaze dropped to his crotch once more, moving back up to catch his eye one last time. Taking a second to take in his wide eyes and slightly agape mouth before turning back into your cell and closing your curtain for the night, the smirk never leaving your face.

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WITH YOU [40] BLESS ME FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED...

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Charlie reflects on her life as she feels worse with every day. She decides to confess her sins to Hershel so she could get rid of the guilt.

Warnings: death, killing Walkers

Song: lovely billie eilish

Words: 1,609

A/N: We’re half way through season 4! Thank you so much for the love and interest you give to this ff, and I thank you for every comment.

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"You okay to take over?" Hershel asked Sasha to push and help the guy on the bed breathe. Sasha looked horrible, and Charlie supposed she looked just as bad. The virus was slowly killing them, that was the truth. Even though, Hershel didn't want to accept that, Charlie knew that. It could be her last days. "Every five to six seconds, squeeze. You start feeling lightheaded, grab somebody else to take over," he said and then turned to Charlie. "You want to help me go on my rounds?"

"Sure," she nodded and stood up. "How long will that keep him alive?"

"Just as long as we're willing to do it. As long as it takes."

The worst part about being sick wasn't the cough or weakness but being surrounded by death. People that were in that cell block were basically Walkers already and it was very depressing. There were children in there, too. Lizzie was one of the girls names. She was separated from her sister, her father died recently, and Reed knew that Carol was the one taking care of her. The girl was asking her when Carol will be back from the run, but she couldn't tell her as she was locked here before Rick and her came back.

Charlie just hoped that she would be dead fast enough so she wouldn't see the innocent creatures deaths.

She promised Hershel not to think about it, but every day spent in the separation was driving her to a conclusion that death was the only way to be free. Her dreams were pushing her over the edge, so she didn't have a relief even at night. The virus was weakening her, she was tired with every that already happened and thoughts about what would happen in the future wasn't filling her with optimism.

What didn't help was a dead body that they stood over.

"You haven't had to do this yet, have you?" Charlie asked, squeezing a knife.

"There was one last night," Hershel said, squeezing a Bible as he wanted to pray before killing a man. "Sasha did it. People don't need to see it. I don't want them to."

Grunting.

She looked down and was met with empty eyes of a monster. Without a blink, without a fear, without a doubt she stabbed it in the skull, killing what once was a human. Charlie looked up at Hershel and sighed. That was what she meant when she said she was tired.

"Charlie," Glenn gasped and touched the glass that was separating them. She saw in his eyes what she knew for some time now - she was a dead man.

"It's fine," she said.

"Fine?! What part of this is fine?" he asked. "Do you feel good? Is it getting better?"

"No."

He tightened his hand into fists as he was leaning on the glass. It was hard for both of them, but they had to face the truth. "It's better outside. You'll see soon. There's no buildups lately. Carl is fine, he can't wait to see you."

"Good. That's good. Tell him I miss him," she nodded her head. "Is Daryl back?" she asked. She wanted to see him before she dies and every part wished he would come here today. But she saw Glenn's head shaking as a sign of no, and her heart dropped a little in disappointment.

"Don't worry," he said. "He will be. And you will be out soon, too."

"What if I won't?" her voice trembled.

"Don't say it."

"Glenn," she choked and her eyes covered in tears. "I'm dying."

"You're not dying!" he screamed in rage. "You will be fine!" he hit the glass. Her lips trebled and his nervous attitude softened. "You can't die. You promised to be with me when my baby will be born."

"I know."

Charlie was scared. For the longest time she was thinking about death, especially when she was thinking about her brothers or parents. She lived for so long without them, but now when she had a vision that they were dead or worse - one of those creatures it was tearing her heart apart. She deserved to die, she should die as a punishment. But now when she actually had the vision of being dead she was scared. She wanted to live.

She started crying and leaned on the glass, and Glenn felt how his heart was breaking for her. He wanted to hug her and make her feel better, but he couldn't.

"Hershel," Charlie called the man's name and he looked up from his patient. She waited for him to finish his task and then he approached her.

"Something happened?"

"Can we tak?"

"Sure."

"No..." she swallowed her salvia. "I want to make a confession."

She was never a person that attended mess or prayed a lot. That's why it was so awkward right now with the man looking at her expecting. However, she had to do that. Conversation with Glenn just proved that she was closer to dying than living. "We don't have to do that."

"We do," she nodded. "If I'm about to die...I want to do this with a clean heart and heart. But I don't know where to start," she said and looked down, scrubbing her hand against one another, feeling blood on them - when in fact, they were clean.

"Something is bothering you," Hershel stated. "I could see that from the moment we had a talk in my house."

She looked up at him with tears filled eyes. "I did something bad."

"We all did."

"I killed many people," she said.

"Walkers aren't..."

"I don't mean Walkers," Charlie interrupted him and swallowed. "I was a journalist before, they sent me to Atlanta safe zone. I saw Walkers that they had locked there, I knew it wasn't safe, but nonetheless I told people that it was safe. People that died there...I killed them."

"It was your job," Hershel said. "You had no choice."

"I killed my family," she said ignoring his words. "I let them come to Atlanta, too. When I reflected it was too late and the city was overrun."

"But you wanted to warn them," Hershel still looked at her with compassion.

But she didn’t try enough to stop them. She should have just pack her stuff and go to see them, instead of waiting for them. Her mother wouldn’t want to see get so bad if she regularly saw her. If Charlie was smart enough she would never look at her job, she would leave it to see her family. Maybe then she would be with them…

"I let Dale die."

It was a bomb that Hershel didn't expect. His eyes went wide and no words left his lips, even though, they were parted.

She swallowed a lump.

Dale dying seemed so far away now. So many things happened since then and yet she still remembered it in details. Dead Dale, with all his guts out was hunting her at night sometimes. His bloody hands were reaching for her sometimes, other times he was choking her with them, and other times he was turning into a Walker, and consequently killing her.

"I watched the Walker approaching him. I saw how he struggled and I let him," she confessed. "I couldn't help him not because I was too far. I couldn't help him because I spent too much time thinking whether or not I should help him."

"But why?" he finally asked.

"Because he knew how horrible person I am," she said. "He knew the truth and I knew that if those people ever found out...they would hate me."

Puzzles in Hershel's head started to match and created a picture. "They're your redemption. That's why you couldn't accept Lori's death."

"I'm a bad person," she whispered.

"I said it once Charlie, and I will say it again," he said. "We all make mistakes. That's how we learn."

"Is killing so many people still a lesson?" she asked.

"You never know what God's plan is," he said and squeezed her hand. His eyes were still warm and overflowing with compassion. He didn't look at her with disgust or loath, and it didn't make her feel better. "And you should tell them the truth. You're so young Charlie. It's okay for you to just...not knowing."

"Is He going to forgive me?" she asked. "Are they going to forgive me?"

"I was an alcoholic," Hershel confessed. "The perfect family you saw on the farm...It wasn't like that all the time. I did bad things, too, but the important thing is that I found my way back," he said. "He forgives everything, that's why His love is so beautiful," Hershel said. "And those people are your family."

Charlie nodded her head, forgetting for a moment that she's going to die soon.

"Now rest," he said, getting up. "You need rest."

She didn’t deserved the kindness she was receiving and it was killing her more than the virus. All her life she was thinking about herself, she was cold, abrasive, and empty for people dear to her. Now, all those strangers showed her nothing but kindness and expected nothing in return. It was her hell.

Henry stopped breathing and she didn't know how long ago. Once Hershel left her alone, she decided to do as he said and fell asleep. Charlie forgot that she was in a room with a bomb ready to explode, too focused on her internal struggle- once again.

She coughed and felt a warm liquid on it.

She saw that Henry was getting up.

She called for help, but it never came.

Darkness.

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When everything falls apart

Warnings: Violence, grief, depression, beatings, blood, death, suicidal thoughts and all kinds of common things in twd.

Rick Grimes X Fem reader

The whole place was in a strange silence that had made you uncomfortable. You had gone out looking for your sister who was keeping watch in one of the towers but when you arrived, you noticed that it was empty.

On the other side of the fence you saw that something was moving, so you decided to go out and see, maybe she had gone out to get rid of a walker, just to go around the perimeter, but when you got there you'll immediately regret going.

The Governor, along with two of his men, were tying Hershel and Michonne hand and foot. You quickly reached for your weapon, but before you could even reach for it, one of them lunged at you.

"I don't think that's a good idea…" He whisper in your ear. If something else to do, you let them tie you down too, there would be no use fighting three people who were twice as big as you.

You thought about all the things they were going to do to them, even the idea of never seeing your sister again crossed your mind, but with a sharp and strong blow with the butt of the gun, all those things were erased and everything went dark.

When you woke up, your head was resting on Michonne's shoulder and Hershel's gaze was locked on you. "Are you alright dear? You received a strong blow." The man whispered, but it was not necessary to say it, your vision was cloudy and everything was spinning, it was obvious that the blow had been strong.

You looked up and were surprised to find that you were in front of the prison bars. Next to the truck was a tank that was aimed directly at your group. To your family. To the people you had met under horrible circumstances and who had changed your life forever. The people you would give your life for without thinking twice.

One of the men opened the door and took Hershel's arm "Is Hershel on the council?" You heard the governor say. "What about Y/n and Michonne? Are they on the council too?" The man took you and Michonne by the arm, leaving you kneeling in front of the tank.

You were in the middle of them, you could see your whole group in the distance, while Rick was on the other side of the fence closer, talking with the governor.

Actually, you weren't fully aware of listening to what they were talking about, you just thought about everything that could happen, about everything that could end badly, you couldn't stop thinking about what would happen to all the children who were in there, in all those who were sick and who would need help to get out.

"We can all live here. We wouldn't even have to see each other, we'd live in different pavilions...it might work. Your friends, they live here now, they're leaders...it might work." Rick's words sounded hopeful and for a moment you believed in them, for a moment you thought that they could work things out, come to something...

"Liar."

Said the governor interrupting your thoughts. And suddenly, without you noticing the moment in which he had taken the katana, you saw out of the corner of your eye how it shone in the sun, how it seemed to move in slow motion and how the edge cut part of Hershel's neck with a single blow.

The blood that spurted from his neck was going straight to your face.

Rick's scream along with his first shot were the triggers for the war to begin.

Bullets were flying everywhere and all you could do was crouch down and watch as the man writhed in pain, as gasps came out of his mouth, incoherent, perhaps you had managed to hear the name of his daughters, but your state of shock did not let you hear or think clearly.

You saw to your left how Michonne was rolling behind one of the cars, you wanted to copy her action taking advantage of the fact that the ties on your legs were quite loose, but when you managed to get up, a woman ran towards you until she threw you to the ground again.

His fists went directly to your face, another went to your stomach and after fighting and fighting with the ties of your hands, when you managed to let go, you hit her directly in the face, causing her to destabilize. The fight continued for a few more minutes that were endless, the physical and mental pain was too much and you just prayed for it all to end.

And as if it were a miracle, Michonne appeared behind her, grabbed her hair as she took the gun away from her and ended her life with a shot.

The blood came out of your nose without stopping, the woman passed an arm through your arm, helping you to stop. With slow steps they walked to where Rick was, who was still fighting against the governor, and once again, Michonne became someone's salvation; she took her katana from the floor and completely pierced the governor, ending all the curse.

Rick was almost the same or worse than you, but he clearly had much more willpower, since he got up practically alone, screaming in search of his son.

The woman took you by the arm again, began to guide you when she saw that you were still in shock and did not react around you, they walked all over the place in search of someone, of something that was useful.

As she lifted one of the weapons from one of the bodies, you saw a walker approaching you and when you looked up, you wished that katana had hit you and not Hershel.

In front of you, gray-eyed, snarling, arms outstretched, mouth open in search of meat, was your sister.

The woman you loved the most in the world, the woman you had always taken as an example to follow, the woman you had not been able to fire... to tell her that you loved her for the last time.

You allowed yourself to cry and scream. You walked up to her and started pushing her away, forbidding this thing to pose as your sister.

Arms took you by the shoulders, pulled you away from her. Michonne whispered in your ear that they had to go, that she was so sorry but they had to go, and when you realized that she was right, you simply let her take you as long as she thought it was necessary.

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They walked for hours, Michonne practically dragging you, you simply repeated the image of your sister over and over again in your head, without caring what was happening around you.

It wasn't until you saw that they were in front of a house, the woman was looking out the window as tears fell down her cheeks and her chin trembled. After a few minutes the door opened, revealing the person you least expected.

Carl and Rick grinned from ear to ear seeing that they were okay at least one more of the group had survived.

Rick practically ran to hug you, caressing your head and back, but he separated from you when he noticed that you didn't respond to his hug.

"Y/n?what's wrong?" he asked as he put his hand on your cheek, removing the dirt that ruined that soft skin that he had always loved.

"She...sh-shes dead"you said as the tears fell down your cheeks again.

Having him in front of you, caressing your face, seeing his eyes that transmitted so much peace, you let all your incentives flow.

Your legs went limp and he quickly took you in his arms, taking you to the couch inside the house, Rick sat down first and took you in his arms, causing you to sit on his legs, with your head resting on his chest, allowing you to listen. their beats.

You cried all night as you let Rick comfort you, you thought of all the moments with your sister, you thought of the thousand and one ways she had died, but in the end it was Rick's reassuring words and hugs and kisses, who managed to calm you down and put you to sleep.

Those who allowed you to rest your wounded heart, together with the person you had dreamed of being for so long.

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The Replacement - Part thirty-three

Negan Masterlist

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Part 32

Warning: violence

Negan was extremely anxious as they followed behind Gabriel and Aaron in search of Maggie and Daryl. Coming to the entrance of a room in the abandoned building; his anxiety multiplied when Gabriel jerks his weapon up suddenly at the presence of someone in the room, immediately lowering it with a sigh of relief.

"Look who we found..." he remarks as you and Negan enter after Aaron.

A shocked Maggie looks behind you and Negan, "where's Hershel?"

"His with Elijah, Annie and the others. He's hidden and safe" you answer reassuringly.

"He's good, Maggie" Negan assures her.

"We're here to take out shithead and the dick-brigade."

"I understand you being here" Maggie replies, looking toward you then.

"But why are you here? It's too dangerous for a heavily pregnant woman to be in the middle of this."

"My fighting abilities may be limited but I could be the perfect distraction for an ambush" you retort confidently.

Maggie looks at you in disbelief, turning to Negan then, "you allowed her to come?"

"Not like I had a fuckin' choice" he grumbles out.

"Would have made her own way here if I didn't."

"Ya always were too stubborn for ya own good..." Daryl softly chuckles at you proudly nodding at Negan's words. Pointing out then.

"Besides, we might need her strategic brain."

"We should go back to the Commonwealth first, get our people out and then deal with Hornby together" Gabriel argues.

"No, Gabe. He probably already radioed back; you know that" Aaron points out as Daryl scans the outside from the window.

"Look, he knows us. We're never getting through those checkpoints."

"And if he has his people go after our families in the meantime?" Gabriel continues to argue. The two continue to argue for a bit until Daryl steps in.

"Wait, wait... Hold up, hold up" Daryl waves his index finger deep in thought.

"We can do all of this..." he points toward Negan then.

"They never seen your face before."

Negan silently looks at you for a response.

"Right... you saying, I just walk right on in there?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm saying" Darly replies, looking to you then.

"Ya know it's good plan. Probably thinking about it too."

"It is" you nod in agreement.

"That's why I'm going too."

"No, you're not going" Negan hastily shuts you down.

"Only one of us needs to go into the belly of the beast. Hey..." he attempts to make you see reason when you shake your head in disagreement.

"I need you to be safe. Besides, I am fucked either way" smirking at you, Negan remarks then.

"Hey, ya not getting rid of me that easily..."

"Me being with would make them let us in even easier..." you argue as a last attempt.

"Any other time maybe, but with them being on high alert ain't guaranteed" Darly points out.

"It's too risky."

Negan gives you silent 'I told you so' look at Daryl's words, causing you to sigh in defeat.

"Ok, fine."

With a faint smirk, Negan gives you a silent wink, turning back toward Daryl with a more serious look then.

"Alright so, what's the plan?"

Negan waited passively in the interrogation room he had been led to after arriving at the Commonwealth gates, when a largely built man in bright orange armor entered.

After silently observing Negan as he rounded the table, the man enquires then, "You know me?"

"Yeah... word gets around in the wasteland" Negan remarks nonchalantly.

"So, no" the man comments.

"Friend told me about you" Negan replies.

"Said that I should ask for you when I came for... April. When I came looking for April."

The man instantly sits down at Negan's words then.

"Do you know what happened to her?"

Negan silently stares at him through narrowed gaze, "I think you asking me, means that it can't be good."

Mercer lips twitch, "why are you really here?"

Negan faintly smirks, "ran into some trouble. Some shirt-and-tie-wearing-shit and his clamshell-assholes he runs with."

Mercer pauses for a second, "get him some water, now", he orders the guard in the room with them.

"Alright, who sent you?"

"I think you know who sent me..." Negan responds.

"Daryl. So, listen... this Hornsby prick, he's been cutting us cup out there. And we're dealing with it. You see, the problem is, we got people in here to protect too."

"That's my job" Mercer comments.

"And yet, I was sent here anyway..." Negan smirks in response.

"I can't just let you in" Mercer retorts.

"We got rules here."

"Oh, rules...?" Negan purses his lips in thought.

"Right. Well, if no one else is playing by those rules, then why are you?"

"Charlie-whisky-actual, Charlie-whisky-actual, this is field unit Bravo..." a Commonwealth soldier attempts to make contact over the radio.

"Copy. This is actual, go ahead..." a response comes back.

"Actual. This is field unit Bravo, OTB, message from Hornsby as follows..." the soldier states but is interrupted by a sound coming from around the corner.

"Can you help me, please...?" you softly whimper while slowly staggering toward him as you clutched your stomach.

Caught off-guard for a second, the soldier stares at you in shock. Realizingly something seemed off; he goes for his gun but is stopped by Maggie stabbing him in the back.

"Told you; a pregnant woman would be the perfect distraction" you smugly remark as Maggie proceeds to destroy the radio.

After Mercer had allowed Negan into the Commonwealth, he had come across Jerry, who then took him to see Carol. Once Negan had let them in on what had been happening on the outside; they had devised a plan for insurance of the safety for those still on the inside.

"Alright, what are we looking for exactly?" Negan remarks, entering a filing room behind Carol.

"Uhhh, blueprints, schematics, plans for Union Station have to be here somewhere" Carol replies, beginning to search.

"Uh-huh, and what else?" Negan comments, stepping up to begin searching as well.

"The person that I'm looking for was in the building right before people started calling for his head. So, he may have stayed."

"So, he stayed and they're looking for him? Then he has one hell of a hiding spot" Negan remarks.

"Yeah" Carol responds as they continue searching.

"Yeah, did I tell you, I got married" Negan suddenly remarks.

Carol pauses for a second as she side-eyes him, "why are you telling me this now?"

"Well, I don't know, because... because she is out there, and she's carrying our child... and you know her."

Carol pauses for a second at his words, looking at him then, "Y/N? She left with you?"

Negan nods, exhaling heavily, "she's supposed to give birth anytime."

"It's gonna be ok" Carol assures him at seeing the fearful look for your safety on his face.

"Thank you" Negan responds.

"Yeah" Carol comments as they continue searching.

You, Gabriel and Aaron meet up with Maggie and Daryl again after having split.

"Anything?"

"He's dug in up ahead with half his men, we wouldn't get close" Gabriel informs them.

"The others are flanking us from behind..." Aaron adds.

"We should go east before they pin us in."

"Is there any way to get behind them?" Maggie enquires.

"Not without them spotting us" Gabriel answers.

"What if they never see us coming?" you state, eyes concentrated on the sewer grate a few steps from the hiding spot as everyone looks to you then.

Your group makes the descend into the sewers, Maggie being the final one down.

"You ok?" she walks up, when you placed your palms under your belly to relieve some weight off your back.

"Yeah, just you know..." you exhale heavily after releasing the hold on your belly.

"Yeah, I do..." Maggie comments understandingly, offering then.

"Do you wanna take a minute?"

"No, we should keep going" you shake your head, smirking then.

"Good thing my morning sickness is gone or I'd a goner with the smell."

A faint smirk crosses Maggie's lips at your words as she nods in agreement to continue.

Two Walkers slowly make their way toward yous but Daryl and Aaron quickly makes away with them, and everyone continues; making their way through a large opening on the side of the wall to looks to have been an underground hideout.

"That way and we'll come up right behind them" you point to the right. Another Walker suddenly appears and Daryl stares at it, then upwards.

"Maybe we can get them to come down here to use."

Maggie looks at Gabriel then, lifting his gun; he lets off a few shots into the air as everyone covered their ears. 

Part 34

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞~

genre: angst & fluff pairing: none summary: reader deals with the loss of a pet warnings: mentions death of pet

Sandy.

That was her name, she was a beautiful pup.

Her tan fur and her adorable face, everything about her brought me joy and happiness. She was always there for me, since the start of the apocalypse, we had a long journey together.

Unfortunately, she had to leave this earth, this cruel earth. The world robbed her from me.

I was filled with rage and sadness, the world has gone to waste and because of it, I lost what I loved the most. It took a part of me with it.

My eyes flooded with tears as I remember the events that took place. I brought my hands to my face as I began to sob.

Angered, I began to dig not caring how crazy I looked, I was hurt.

I didn’t stop, ignoring the dirt stuck in between my nails. Resting my dirty hands on my thighs as I stained my jeans, I let out another sob as I gently pick up the white cloth she rested on.

Slowly, I place her down, the dirt getting the white fabric dirty…

I look at the fresh patch of dirt, feeling all the emotions wash over me again, quietly crying again.

Unknowingly, the others had begun to take small actions, to show how much they care for Y/N and for her pup.

Both Glenn and Maggie working on a little cross to place above the small grave. While Beth picks the most beautiful flowers, Daryl on the other hand finds some nice rocks.

They all walk up to her, the items they made with love, just for her, in their hands.

Too lost in my mind and memories, I fail to notice the presence behind me as a gentle tap wakes me. Hershel looked down at me, offering a small sincere smile. I wipe my tears with my dirty hands and look behind me.

There they stood, and not a single word was said, I watch as they get closer. Each one of them placed their items down, decorating the once plain grave. Rick places a hand on my shoulder as he reaches from behind his pocket and hands me Sandy’s collar.

My lips trembled as I tried holding back more tears from spilling, I look down at the collar in my hands, tears rolling down my already damped cheeks.

I look up, blinking a few times to get rid of my blurred vision, my eyes wandering to each of their faces. I feel my heart fluttering with gratitude.

I wasn’t really alone, after all, I had others here with me to keep me company.

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I'm on season four of my Walking Dead rewatch and it kinda baffles me that Carl isn't the one to kill Karen and David.

Obviously this would require reworking later episodes/seasons (Carol would no longer get kicked out, this would be a huge blow to Rick, etc.) but imo it makes way more sense for their character arcs, Carl in particular. We've just come off of a season where Carl shoots someone, a kid (by Hershel's standards) while he was lowering his weapon, then strongly defends himself to Rick. This isn't a moment where Carl considers shooting someone to eliminate a potential, future threat—which could have been a nice parallel to Rick nearly giving the Governor Michonne—or a case of him only wounding the kid on accident and essentially getting a reprieve. You didn't kill him, so now you have to chance to consider whether you'd have been okay with the fact that you had. No, Carl murders this guy and then displays no remorse for it, speaking with complete conviction that they must eliminate anyone who crosses them to keep their family safe. That's a hell of a set-up for the next season.

So Rick takes Carl's gun away and, given that he needs a break from the pressures of leadership himself, tries to rehabilitate Carl by redirecting his care-for-the-family energy into gardening. Okay, so far, so good. The problem is that nothing happens during "Infected" to change Carl's moral stance. He's forced to pick up a gun to defend Michonne from a walker and Rick accepts the necessity of that, giving Carl his own weapon back at the same time Rick takes his. The message is far more, "I recognize that you need a way to defend yourself in this new world and I trust you to use this responsibly"—growth Carl already went through back in the second season—rather than, "I can trust that you'll use this on walkers and immediate threats only, not the people surrendering who might later become allies, friends, and family like so many others have." There's a vague reference to how Carl has been "trying" lately (AKA over the course of a month given the time skip) and that Rick is proud of him for that, but it's merely implied that Carl has changed his mind on this incredibly fraught issue. Worse, that this monumental change happened off-screen between seasons.

So why not get rid of that lackluster, non-redemption by really leaning into Carl's flawed perspective for a while? Season three gave no indication that he was backing down about this, so... he doesn't. Rick takes his gun, makes him farm, and all the while Carl is chaffing at the kid treatment and what he's coming to see as his father's "weak" approach to contribution. Why are you farming when you could be out there defending us? Cue arguments about the necessity and worth of keeping a home running, even when yes, physical safety is a major priority. (That's something I always thought was missing from the Andrea vs. Lori kitchen argument in season two. Lori is wrong for the misogynistic, "Let the men do it" attitude, but Andrea is equally wrong to devalue the "laundry" Lori does—AKA, everything that ensures the fighters are fed, clothed, clean, have a roof over their head, and have something to come home to after all that horror.) Rather than Carol, I can easily picture Carl realizing that no one is going to stop treating him like the kid he is, so he uses that to his advantage by starting story time. Yes, Dad, I'm doing exactly what you want and taking time away from the horrors of this world, acting my age by enjoying some good books with my friends. I'm definitely not teaching them about knives and stuff :) When the sickness hits Carl again has that need to do something, to protect everyone, but no one is letting him near a gun. Alright. That's fine. He's resourceful. He's still allowed a knife and there's no one guarding the gasoline. Taking out a sick Karen and David in their sleep is easy.

I can better buy into someone Carl's age thinking that killing the people showing symptoms will fix the problem, as opposed to Carol, an adult on the council who knows more about how disease works and that they're pretty much all already infected. (And yes, obviously for this post I'm working under the belief that Carol did kill David and Karen, rather than engaging with the Lizzie theories.) I can better buy into the character who just killed someone in the name of safety a month ago executing sick friends than I can one of the most nurturing members of the original group. Which brings me to Carol's rather rapid, mostly off-screen development. Don't get me wrong, I ADORE badass!Carol—she's one of my favorites in the whole show—but binging the series has really highlighted how quickly this hardened Carol came about. It might have worked better if she'd become colder after loosing Sophie, but she remains the softer, caring group member all the way through season three. We're told that she's made huge strides—she's a "good shot" now whereas before she'd always cower during an attack—but that's not exactly the same thing as becoming someone willing to murder preemptively to keep others safe. I can't even quite reconcile the end of season three Carol with the shady Carol at the start of season four, the one who teaches self-defense behind Rick's back. While it's definitely well-established that she's often used Rick as a convenient target for her frustration and grief, questioning his leadership in the process, they seem to have come to a better understanding by season three. Basically, Carol has changed, undoubtedly, but not this much in this short a time. Merle comments that she's not the same woman anymore, but that's in the context of her being able to put him in his place; she's no longer terrified of the Eds of the world. Roughly a month before the sickness goes down, she's still the same Carol who talks gently to Daryl and reminds him that just because you love someone doesn't mean they're good for you. That's a wildly different Carol from the one giving clandestine knife lessons, telling a little girl she's "weak" for not stabbing her dad, and burning two friends on the off chance that this will keep others safe.

So give all that to the character who has actually been focused on learning to defend himself, is adamant that kids (like him) need to be tough, and has just established that he's willing to kill in the name of future protection. Let Carl go through all that and let Rick grapple with it. Meanwhile, I'd hold off on hardened!Carol for another season or two, rather taking her through that development via Lizzie. She's more confident now, better at defending herself, but still fundamentally the Carol we met back at the quarry when separated from Ed; the one who cheekily admits she misses her vibrator. She's made huge strides, but she's still grieving Sophia—obviously—and now suddenly this man is charging her with loving two girls roughly her daughter's age "like her own." Carol promises, but not with the obviously-of-course-why-wouldn't-I? vibe of the original scene. She doesn't know if she can love them like that, or protect them better than she did Sophia, but how can she deny him his final wish? Let Carol struggle with motherhood again (perhaps paralleling Michonne with Judith), how to navigate it, and juuuuuust as she thinks she's starting to make some headway...

Lizzie kills Mika.

That, alongside killing Lizzie herself, could introduce the Carol we come across at the beginning of season four. She once let Lizzie try to put down her father and when she couldn't do it, Carol comforted her and tried to protect her. Of course she did. Now she puts down Lizzie and realizes that she can't be "weak" anymore. Not if she's going to protect any more little girls. She's going to learn more, train harder, cease hesitating, and god help anything that gets in her way.

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