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DARYL DIXON | The Walking Dead

#daryl dixon #living for season 2 daryl

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Creep - Daryl Dixon

You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry.

Requested by: ANON;

Daryl, who is desperate for a good simple lay without feelings so when Rick brings back a cute girl he decides to rape her in the shower one night.

a/n: i may have gone a bit off-prompt but i hope u like it still!!

warnings: rape, somnophilia ( non-con unconscious ), non-con kissing, shower sex, masturbation, overall creepy/stalker daryl.

pt1 of a series: masterlist

word count: 1730

Chapter 1: Stalker

Daryl stares down at the mess he's created on his stomach, a mixture of sweat, shame, and lust. His arm reaches up to wipe away the sweat that's beaded on his forehead. Clenched between his fingers is his half-hard cock - a reminder of just how long it had been since he last felt the embrace of another human being.

Daryl hasn’t been with a woman since the world ended, everything in him wanted to forget about Merle's 'gift' - a hundred bucks given to some random lady of the night so Daryl could have a fleeting taste of love and companionship, but nobody anticipated that the world could have ended. But Daryl couldn't deny that a part of him was grateful for what happened that night.

Daryl’s a creep, he can’t deny it.

He’s been fantasizing about a certain girl ever since she arrived at the prison— You. He’s been entranced by you. He knows it’s wrong, you’re so much younger than him, so naïve about the world., but even so, he can’t help but feel a strange kind of attraction towards you. 

When Rick found you on a run, and brought you back to the prison, Daryl couldn't help but feel an instant connection. He didn't understand why he felt so at ease around you; Maybe it was the way your personality reminded him of his mother, or maybe it was something else entirely. His hardened heart fluttered when he saw your gentle smile. When you smiled, something stirred deep within him.

The rawness of his knuckles as they dragged down the cold, damp walls of the prison hall is a reminder of everything he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t feel. Each tortured pass scratches the skin off his bones, but it does nothing to ease the nagging ache in his chest. His heart races every time your eyes meet as you pass through the desolate, slate halls of the prison, but Daryl flinches away, forcing himself to deny his true desires. He wishes that he could put an end to his thoughts, but deep down, he knows that’s impossible. No matter how hard he tries, he can't stop thinking about you.

Now he lies on his back, sprawled out on his sleeping bag, his skin glistening with a layer of sweat. His chest rose and fell, muscles flexing with each movement. His smile stretches across his face, tight at first before it cracks and turns into a mischievous smirk. He thinks about you, lying underneath him, soft gasps coming out of you as he thrusts inside of you, you’re writhing in pleasure as he moves inside you, his hands reaching down to grip your hips, drawing you closer to him as his pelvis collides with your mound. The sounds of skin against skin mix with the sound of heavy breathing and your name sliding off Daryl’s tongue.

If only your feelings for him went beyond friendly.

Daryl is aware that you have no idea how he’s been trying to court you. Most of it was him bringing back an extra squirrel or two for your meals which you seemed to take as a kind gesture, not understanding his intentions.

Daryl had never been particularly comfortable around women. Conversations always seemed stiff and unnatural. Whenever he tried to talk to them, he felt his stomach drop and words would refuse to pass from between his lips. The only woman who could raise him from this uncomfortable state was no longer here—his mother had passed away too soon for her to share any of her wisdom with Daryl. He couldn’t imagine having sex with anyone anymore, it was such an unfamiliar subject for him, and the encounter with the prostitute was a foreign memory to him, but you changed that.

As the sun sets on the prison, the rest of the group were asleep in their cells. Daryl found the idea of being confined within a cell too overwhelming, too claustrophobic, so he made himself a bed on the perch outside his cell. He liked being able to see you while he slept since your cell was right next to his spot.

He looked at you with adoration as you slept peacefully, his eyes tracing the contours of your body beneath the fabric. He marveled at the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your undersized black shirt clung to you in all the right places, highlighting every curve and dip. He remembered that clothes were scarce during the apocalypse, so you couldn’t be picky.

As he watched you sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin against his own. He wanted to run his fingers through your hair and feel your lips against his.

Daryl stares at you with adoring eyes as he continues to take in every detail of you. He admires the delicate arch of your eyebrows and the subtle pinkness of your lips. Your long lashes rest against your cheeks, and he longs to trace them with his fingertips. Even though Daryl knows it is wrong, he desperately wants to wake you up and touch you, it’s beginning to become too much to bear.

He knew he shouldn't, but his desire for you took over. Treading lightly, he creeps into your cell while you sleep, his eyes lingering over your small frame, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with a malicious smirk. His heart raced and his desire was uncontainable. He wanted to sneak up behind you and take you against your will, to ravage you until there were no limits left. He fantasized about the things he could do, and as his cock grew harder, so did his perverse hunger. His fantasy of taking you in this moment swirled around in his head. He wanted more than a brief encounter - he wanted to possess you until you were nothing more than just a hole for him to fuck.

Hot tingles of pleasure flow through his groin as he strokes his dick. He had already masturbated this morning, but the thought of you drove him wild. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn't control himself around you.

He hovers over you. His cock was still hard in his palm, and he kept his other hand on the neckline of your shirt and ran it down your body until it reached your stomach, his fingers barely touching you, his touch feather-like, he only could feel the minuscule hairs on your body. Your skin is smooth against the rough pads of his fingers. A fitting contrast between you and him.

He runs his finger along his slit, smearing the beads of transparent precum along his dick. A soft moan slips from Daryl’s mouth as he continues to pump his hand along his dick, all while softly caressing your sleeping body. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. His grip tightens and loosens with each stroke, working the shaft up and down just a bit faster with each passing moment. It’s so wrong, but Daryl loves it. He loves how wrong this is, and how quiet he has to be in order to keep you from waking up until he climaxes.

He was close, he wanted so desperately to finish on your face, but he fought the urge. His teeth clenched and his mind cried out for release. But he could not do that. Instead, he imagined his warm seed splashing over your face in thick ropes, marking you as his. His hand stopped an inch from your pelvis, imagining his fingers buried inside of you, your walls squeezing his thick fingers as they sank deep into her body, feeling his fingers strain against the resistance of her tight flesh as the skull tattooed on his hand is slowly covered in a glistening liquid.

“Y’ so wet, girl” He imagined himself saying, wryly smirking.

The idea of that arouses him immensely. You, falling apart underneath him, with only his fingers fucking you and his thumb rubbing against your clit. His name escapes from your lips in loud gasps and whimpers as he unforgivingly pounds into you.

He feels his orgasm quickly approaching, and he bites his lip, gritting his teeth to suppress any noises he inadvertently made. At the same time, something inside him wants you to wake up, he wants you to see that he's doing this for you, he wants you to know how badly he craves you. The two conflicting feelings of guilt and arousal were arguing inside him as his mind clouds up, but he shoved them aside, focusing on pushing himself over the edge. Fuck, fuck, he can’t take any more of this. He leans into the bar of the bunk bed for support using his other hand to speed up.

As Daryl cums, he spills himself onto the sheets, groaning softly in pleasure. Before he realizes what he’s done in the moment—he panics, and quickly smudges the stain to hide it. Fuck! What the fuck did I do? Daryl thinks to himself, cursing himself for being so stupid. But after a while, he begins to smirk at the fact that you’ll see it when you wake up, confused at the mysterious stain on the sheets. He likes playing with you, and he wanted to see how you could react tomorrow. 

While you were still unconscious, he took the chance to lean down towards you so that his lips were only an inch away from yours, inhaling the aroma of your skin before deciding to place a feather-light kiss on your lips. He almost lost himself in the kiss, in the sensation of your lips on his, in the pure bliss of being so close to you. It was a moment that would forever be etched in his memory, a moment that he would cherish for all eternity.

He zips his pants up and takes a moment to stare at the mess he’s made. He stops smiling though, because something in him is dissatisfied with what he's done. He wants more of you—this isn't enough; So he makes up his mind— he knows your routine, you shower every day, pretty late in the evening too, and conveniently for him, the only working showers were two blocks away. Perfect, he thought, nobody would hear you, nobody could help you.

pt2 - in progress

masterlist

#daryl dixon

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NORMAN REEDUS as Daryl Dixon

THE WALKING DEAD — 4.02 | "Infected"

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imagine him railing you to Closer by Nine Inch Nails,, okay i’ll leave now

#daryl dixon #k so the daryl in ai beta character did actually put on this song #and I had never heard of it before but oh boy #oh boy that was one good rp #(btw I’m not ignoring what I have in my inbox I just have a big exam on friday)

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Hello, Daryls wife Anon here! I just wanted to say thank you so much for writing my request it was so good! 😫😫😍😍 sorry that I requested something you weren’t 100% a fan of but I really appreciate that you tried, you did great! ☺️☺️

I’m so glad you liked it 💞 and don’t apologise! You couldn’t know about what I’m a fan of or not, but I’m just happy you enjoyed it! 💕

#and who doesn’t like a good challenge even if you aren’t a fan of it? #gotta prove I can make it ! #anon

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hello! i absolutely love your daryl content & i was wondering if i could make a request? could i please request a daryl x fem!reader where she lives in alexandria and much younger (of age) and when daryl meets her, he becomes obsessed with the idea of getting her pregnant and them starting a family (even if she isn’t). it can be as dark as you’re comfortable with. thank you so much! 💖

I love how you are thinking 🤍 isn't that also a kink

Dark!Daryl - obsessed with starting a family

warning: age gap, stalking, cnc, breeding kink, pregnancy signs

• When you heard there was a new group coming to Alexandria, you became curious like everyone else to see who these new people were. While some of the people in the town would give the new people gifts, you wouldn't do that. You just wanted to just say hi and welcome them.

• And they sure were special. Even if they all got their own houses, they decided to stay in the same house. It was midday and you walked closer to the house. They would all have an interview with Deanne but while they waited for their turn, they were in the house. Expect three of them. Two men and a woman in short hair.

• They all talked low but when you got closer, they all turned their head towards you, all giving you a hard look. Their conversation had died when seeing you getting closer. You felt a bit uneasy, a bit scared even. These people looked very tough, the two men were very dirty, and the woman looked somehow softer but still very tough.

• You don't walk up on the porch, you stand at the stairs, giving a soft smile to them. Welcoming them and introducing yourself. They all give you a skeptical look.

• The one with the beard gives just a few nods, listening to you. "I'm Rick, this is Daryl and Carol." You took the hint, they didn't want to talk with you. You had interrupted their talk and obviously, they were on their guard. You left shortly after getting their names.

• And Daryl, oh, he had his eyes on you. Even when you walked away, he didn't let go of his eyes on you. Seeing you walking graciously, swaying a little bit with the hips. Perhaps it is because of your young age he looked a bit extra on you. You were very pretty.

• Daryl turned to Rick and Carol. "I'm gonna take a look around here, see if there is someone who lures around to kill us." Rick had only given Daryl a nod, agreeing it was best to keep an eye on these people. They may look good but could strike them.

• Daryl started to walk in the same direction you had walked in. He knew he got a lot of looks when he walked there. All dirty, the toughest guy there around. He was an outcast. But he didn't care about that. He just wanted to see where you live. He has this itch in his brain to see where you live.

• You lived in a house too. Daryl had caught up, he had walked with quick steps while you had walked slowly, saying hi to some few that you had met on your walk. You walked up to the smaller house and you unlock the door. You know it wasn't needed in this town but it felt better within you.

• And that was the moment Daryl understood you lived alone. No boyfriend, no family. You were on your own. And for some reason, that made Daryl a bit excited.

• When the night arrives, Daryl tells he takes the first guard for his group. He glances at Rick who is holding Judith, making Judith wave goodnight to everyone. It makes Daryl look out of the window. And when everyone is asleep, he can't help to think about you. How lonely you must be in your house.

• The next day Daryl sleeps through the morning, he knew the others were guarding so he could sleep in a little. When he woke up, he noticed most of them had left the house, except for Carl and Judith. But they were outside on the porch. Daryl would go and meet up with Rick and Carol but when he walks out of the porch, you are there. With Judith in your arms.

• Carl turns around and gives a quick nod to Daryl, as if he assures Daryl that Judith is safe with you.

• Daryl has his eyes on you for a bit before he walks away.

• And he feels how his mind is racing, as well as his heart. He shouldn't have the thoughts but he can't help it. You would look great as a young mom.

• Later that day, when the evening starts to fall, you stand on your porch and give water to the flowers. Daryl sees this and starts to walk toward your house. He had been standing a bit away for a good while, just making sure that you actually lives alone. You turn your eyes when you see someone coming closer and you spot Daryl. You give a smile, a bit surprised and nervous when you see him walking towards your house.

• "Hey," is all Daryl says at first, and after you give a hi back and ask how everything goes with him, he just replies with "Guess it could 'ave been worse. You're alone?" The question took you off guard, you look confused and he just nods toward the flowers and then glances at the house. You understood now what he meant and you tell him that you live on your own. You came here to Alexandria on your own almost a year ago. You have sort of forgotten what the outside world looks like.

• "It sure isn't for everyone," Daryl just grunts a little, not stopping having his eyes on you. "but sure is a waste that ya have a whole house for yaself. It looks like it is made for a family. . . unless that is what ya are waiting for, starting your own."

• You are very confused by his statement but you don't even get to say anything before he walks away. You walk into your house and lock the door.

• From that day, everything got worse. Daryl seemed to be closer to you, either if you wanted it or not. Starting to feel his breath on your neck when you were picking food, even Olivia didn't dare to do anything when she saw how close Daryl was to you. As you had expected, Olivia is kinda a coward.

• When the party day comes that Deanne had fixed, you didn't go. It was for the new group and you felt like you didn't want to go there since Daryl acted strange and too close to you. And you knew the Alexandria people would ignore it, just like they did with the doctor who beat his own wife, only because he is a doctor.

• Then you heard a knock at the door. You were standing still for a second before you walked over to the door and opened it. Daryl stood there.

• "Hey," he put his foot at the door so you couldn't close it. He pushed himself into your house. "I noticed ya weren't at the party."

• You glare at Daryl when he steps into your house. "Get out of here." Daryl only closes the door behind him as he steps in, locking it behind him. "Nah."

• He looks around your house and walks towards the kitchen. "Nice place." He start to look a bit around in the kitchen, opening the fridge and the cupboards. You stand in the kitchen too. Watching him closely, he looks towards you "Ya don't drink?" after not finding any alcohol.

• You don't answer him and he gets a bit closer to you. He grabs your arm and holds you close to him. "Good. It can hurt the baby." You look confused at him trying to jerk away by his strong grip. "I thought ya wanted to start a family," Daryl mumbled close to your ear. "Isn't that why ya got this nice big house? How ya play with Judith? 'cuz ya want one too?"

• Your free hand slaps Daryl across the face but he doesn't even budge. "I'm too young to be a mom," You hisses at Daryl. "Nah, ya aren't." He seemed not affected that you had slapped him. "You're in perfect age to be one."

• He forcefully kisses you and you can't help but like his kiss, sure, he was hot, there is no denying that. But this is not what you wanted. When he breaks the kiss from you, Daryl starts to drag you along. "Why won't ya show me the bedroom, hm?" you almost trip when he drags you along with him. "C'mon, if we're gonna live together, ya gotta show where we sleep."

• This takes you by surprise. He wanted to live with you? You try to stop him from walking but he just grabs you a bit harder and finds the bedroom upstairs. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy on ya." He says as he continues to force you to the bedroom.

• He closes the bedroom door and forces you to the bed. As you start to beg him to stop, he starts to take off his jacket. He has this need. Does he want to start a new life? Maybe he has been jealous for a long time that Rick, his brother, has a family but Daryl doesn't? Daryl just knows he wants to start a family with you and no one else. He doesn't care he is a little bit more than twice your age.

• Daryl tries to shush you when he starts to undress you and keeps kissing you. "I know, I know," he shushes you and gives kisses to your cheek. "I will take it easy, I won't hurt ya."

• He makes sure you can't get away, but he also makes sure you are very much pleased. He presses his fingers at the sensitive spot that makes you close your eyes, wanting to refuse the pleasure feeling. You don't want to admit how his fingers make you feel good.

• When he sees you are starting to get pleased by his soft movements, he is quick to buckle up his pants. "That's right, ya like it, don't ya sweetheart?" And soon you feel his dick inside you and you can't help but let out some cries, you wanted to resist, you wanted to dislike it, but you couldn't. You very much enjoyed it.

• Which Daryl did too. He enjoyed it and kept kissing you, whispering to you that it is all going to be alright. He will look after you and the baby.

• Daryl moved in with you that night. Well, you hadn't talked about it but Daryl moved in on his own. Not letting you out of his sight. Waiting for you to give signs that you are pregnant.

• You kept saying you weren't ready, you tried to come around his head that you are too young, trying to say you are scared of giving birth, scared to give birth in a literal apocalypse! A baby doesn't deserve that! You don't want it!

• Daryl kept assuring you that he will protect you and the baby, and give birth? Well, it is something every woman has done, so you will be fine too. Not caring too much that you are scared of giving birth, it is only natural.

• Every night for two weeks, he had sex with you, making sure you would get pregnant. He will get you pregnant. He will have his own family, he will start his family here in Alexandria with you.

• One day, you show signs that you are pregnant.

#flowercrowns-goodvibes #sorry this took a little while to do #but sometimes I'm slow with requests #dark daryl dixon #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd

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Do you have any boundaries for requests we should know about?

My boundaries and what I won’t answer on if I get it in my inbox:

incest.

“slave play” or anything that involves racist stuff.

reader / y/n is younger than 18.

grooming.

#these are my biggest NOPE #everything else am I quite open to #but if it happens I get a request that disturbs even me (and doesn’t have any of these I mentioned) I will not answer it #daryl dixon #dark daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #anon

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Hello! I saw that you write dark Daryl and we’re taking requests and I absolutely couldn’t resist sending one in😩😩

What about Daryl with a wife reader? He was infatuated with her even before the walkers and when they finally got together he was on cloud nine. But then the world goes to shit and he becomes obsessed, if that was even possible. At the quarry, the Dixon’s kept to themselves anyway, no need for her to interact with the other survivors in the camp. On the farm? He’s hovering behind her as she does chores, insists on being in the same guard shift as her (she def gets some breathing room when he’s out looking for Sophia tho)

In the prison? Seeing her locked up in a cage gives him ideas, she should just stay with him forever. He’s almost grateful for the end of the world, he’s able to get away with so much more shit and she can’t leave. Where would she go? The group is inseparable, and so getting Daryl away from his wife is next to impossible

Anyway, something like that. Sorry if it’s too long and if it’s not something you’re interested in doing it’s no problem! Thank you for your time! ☺️☺️

I like your mind anon 🤍 I have a hard time with "wife" and "husband" readers, dunno why but I just happen to not be a big fan of marriage. but for you anon, I'll try.

Dark!Daryl unnatural obsession with his wife

warning: stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, prisoning, twisted love I guess, in a zombie apocalypse all rules are gone

• It took Daryl such a long time to just convince you to go on a date with him before the outbreak happened. He dressed up in the nicest clothes he could find, took you to the nicest (it was a fast dinner) restaurant, and generally tried in his best way to show his best side to you.

• What you don't know though is that he had already had his eyes on you from the first moment he saw you. He started to take simple notes about where you worked, what walks you used to do, and where you lived. All of those things are wrong but he was pretty good at hiding and not getting caught.

• So when the big day came when he proposed to you and you said yes, it was like he was walking on clouds. After all those nights outside your window and watching you, all those days he took his chances to "bump" into you, all of it was worth it. You two were getting married and you would take his last name.

• The big wedding day didn't happen though. The outbreak happened just one month before you two would get together. Daryl brought you along with him and his brother Merle. Daryl told you to stay close to him, now with such a dangerous disease, it is better if you stay close to him so he can keep you safe.

• But you wanted to be close to Atlanta. Maybe the disease would die out soon and maybe you can keep yourself close to the town. That's where you met other survivors that had started to camp outside of Atlanta.

• Daryl hated it though. These were strangers. Who knew what crazy shit people will do during an apocalypse? They could snap in their head and try to hurt you. Or get you killed.

• "Why should we talk with 'em?" Daryl had asked you one night. "Why should we trust 'em? Just because they seem nice now, doesn't mean they need to be nice later."

• Which proved his point. A man and a widow screw around in the forest like animals, and then suddenly the new sheriff in the camp chained up his brother Merle on the roof.

• "You see?" Daryl was sobbing out to you in anger. "They took Merle from me. Do you have any idea what they could do to ya? First, they take Merle, soon they'll either chain you or me on a roof to let us rot. We can't trust these people."

• After that, it didn't turn much better. He was literally next to you, walked wherever you were walking, never leaving your side. Suddenly it wasn't just Daryl who was hunting for food, you had to come along too so he knew you were in good hands.

• After the horrific events at a scientist bomb office (at least you two had a nice shower together), the group finally arrives at a farm. Well, except for losing Sophia on the road.

• You had cried, you cried with Carol that Sophia was missing. Daryl couldn't stand that a child got lost. Shit, what if it were your child missing? Now, you two hadn't discussed a lot about children, but Daryl knows if you two get children he would protect them with his life.

• When Daryl was gone most of the days, you got some space. When you stood on the porch on the farm you couldn't help but feel a bit. . . revealed? It is horrible to say it, you would never say it out loud, but it was good that Sophia disappeared. It gave you time to actually talk with the others for the first time. You got some space. You got to have your own time.

• "They aren't that bad actually," you spoke softly to Daryl. Daryl glanced over at you, he lay in the bed and had got shot by Andrea. "I hope you're kidding," Daryl grumbled. "None of these people are looking for Sophia. I am the only one who does it, even her own mother isn't looking for her. None of them is trusting each other, Lori is sleeping with two guys. Andrea shot me."

• You couldn't argue against that. It made you feel sorry for him and you saw what a big heart he has.

• But then he stopped looking for Sophia, to rest himself. But he didn't rest, oh no, this was his time to walk around and see what is actually happening on the farm with you. He didn't leave you for one second. Glaring a bit at everyone who stepped a bit closer to you two.

• "Let them talk with us for one second," you whispered to Daryl. "So olive oyl can complain about having two boyfriends? Or that Andrea is proud of a girl to cut herself? I love ya, ya got a big heart for everyone, but they aren't good for you. They're selfish town girls."

• You couldn't argue against that.

• And the farm life didn't last forever. As the barn burned up, the herd came to the farm, you had to escape. As Daryl had you on the motorcycle, he had this big encouragement to drive you two far away. But you had said you two needed to find the others. He couldn't say no to you. Not yet at least.

• Maybe his mind snapped a bit when you two were at the prison. You had jokingly stepped into a cell and closed the door behind you. Grinning at Daryl in a joking way "Never did I think we would spend time together behind locked bars."

• He had barely heard you. Barley thought clearly. But when he saw you like that. Saw you behind bars, something sweet twisted in his mind, something that gave him a pleasure to see you locked up.

• The other ones in the group didn't dare to walk near you now. Always you were near your husband Daryl who would look at them with a twisted eye, a small glare. They understood you two wanted to be alone.

• But you didn't want to be alone with your husband. He had started to give small hints that perhaps this group is more broken than ever, perhaps it is time for you two to leave. But you didn't want that.

• Daryl doesn't sleep one night as he looks at you while you're sleeping. He remembers the old days before the breakout. How he watched you through your window, how he followed you through the park so you could "bump" into him. How he followed you to the work. All of that stuff was wrong. . . in the old world.

• Daryl blinks a couple of times and looks around in the cell you two were in. If you were locked up. . . no one would get you. And he could take care of you. Make sure no one ever gets close to you. Oh, how he hated some of your old friends, especially some of the men who were your friends. Too close to you in his opinion. But, it is new times. In the old world it would be seen as wrong, but in this new world? Well, who would stop him?

• He slowly gets up from the bed you're sharing. He walks out of the cell and quietly closes it. And then he stands there for a good while. Admiring how you are in a cage. His cage. There no one was allowed into, except him.

• His eyes twist a little bit when he watches you sleep inside the cell. He knows if he had done this in bright daylight, you would ask for help from the others. Oh, he has to be clever now. He has to take you away from here. He has to find his own little cage where no one has an impact on you, except him.

• So that day, that day when the Governor comes to the prison and blows it up and everyone got split, he couldn't be more grateful. He grabbed you and ran.

• Because now he had his chance to actually be with his wife alone, forever.

#daryl dixon #dark daryl dixon #the walking dead #yandere daryl dixon #twd #anon #request #thank you for sending this request and I hope this was what you were looking for! #as said: I'm not big fan of marriage trope but I tried to give this a chance! #my mind just happens to love when Daryl is obsessed with someone he isn't yet together with 🤤

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Dark!Daryl - obsessed with you and pills.

warning: heavy mentions of drugs that can be disturbing, reader getting drugged, age gap, cnc, taking advantage of a drugged person, alcohol and pills, puke, daryl is an asshole, btw I have never taken anything in my whole life so if this isn't how drugs work then oops my fault.

• Daryl is a man who knows all about drugs, with him and Merle running around during the pre-apocalypse, Daryl knows what drugs are good for parties and how to make someone happy

• so after having you follow him to an old cabin he had found, he started to offer drinks. to ease up the tension in the room.

• obviously, you were very against this. you were promised medicine for your wound, not alcohol.

• "relax," Daryl had said and held a golden liquid in front of you. whiskey. "it will numb the pain. you don't wanna go around with pain, right?"

• you didn't want to go around with pain. alright, drinking until the wound isn't hurting anymore, that's your plan.

• that wasn't his plan.

• the whiskey tasted HORRIBLE. it was just disgusting. he only laughed and encouraged you to drink it, it will ease up the pain. tasting disgusting? it means it will only numb the wound faster.

• an hour later you have drunk more whiskey than you would ever like. but you started to feel bold and happier. more chatty too.

• "oh, I got something that will make it even better," Daryl held forward a joint. he sits close to you on the old moldy couch. holding the joint between his fingers.

• he takes a bloss, showing he could also take some of it. the alcohol in your brain made you not think too much about it. you leaned into his fingers and took a bloss from the joint. he smiled proudly when you did it.

• soon it was a bit relaxing. your head feels a bit lighter. you lean back on the couch, feeling relaxed.

• "are you happy?" Daryl ask and you could only give a shrug.

• "y'know. . . I know the world is shitty right now, with walkers all around. so I know the perfect thing to get happy." Daryl holds forward a pill. ecstasy.

• he carefully places the pill on your tongue.

• after a short while you laid down on the couch, laughing at nothing. the pain in your wound was gone. now your head was easy as a cloud. everything was truly fun and there are no worries.

• Daryl takes this opportunity to give you another drink. and he himself takes a pill. he has taken this stuff before, it doesn't have that much effect on him anymore unless he takes a bigger dose. but that wouldn't then be fun, missing to see you high? never would he pass that.

• he leans closer to you. caress your cheek and ask carefully how the wound is coming along. you let out giggles and start to feel restless, the ecstasy makes you restless and happy. his touches on your cheek were nice though.

• Daryl takes notice you are feeling restless. asking if you are up for a bet. you sit excitedly up, wondering what bet it was and if you could win.

• "If you win," Daryl starts off. "you can kiss me."

• this only makes you laugh, and you start to tease him a little bit "oooh, got a crush on me?"

• Daryl ignores this comment and goes on "if I win. . . well, what do you say with I can do anything then?"

• you just laugh and ask what you have to do. Daryl holds forward a pill. LSD.

• "I bet you don't dare to take this."

• you laugh in his face as you take it. easy! you just won!

• or perhaps not.

• high on pills and drunk on the whiskey, you start to feel hot. start to slowly take off that hoodie of yours. Daryl teases that since you won, it was time for the kiss.

• after you had your time to laugh at what he says, you lean in but stop midway. LSD makes you hallucinate. someone or something is standing with you guys in the living room. you start to feel a bit paranoid. you hadn't noticed that person walk in. Daryl asks what it is and you point behind him.

• "no one is there," Daryl chuckles in a deep voice. "it's all in your head."

• slowly but surely, Daryl starts to help you to take off the clothes. you are feeling hot, you feel happy, excited, and scared of the figures you see around in the cabin. a small sober part of your brain said it was the pills, but if it was the pills, then why does your head feel so amazing? what kind of euphoric feeling was this you had never explored before?

• "why are you crying?" Daryl asks as he places kisses around your neck.

• you bring up fingers to your face, not taking very much notice that Daryl kisses around your neck. you were crying. another sign of LSD.

• Daryl had you there naked on the couch, he leaves kisses around your neck as his hands travel up and down on your body. taking advantage of this moment. you were truly happy.

• "they're watching," you whisper to Daryl as you see the figures standing around. not doing anything, just watching you as Daryl brings his fingers closer to your sensitive spots that will make sure you have a blissful time.

• "let them watch," was the only thing Daryl muttered to you. sucking on your neck and collarbone. he himself started to feel hot as he would love to do all the things he want with you.

• you felt it was also a very pleasant moment. the way pills took you to a euphoric experience and Daryl took you on a sexual experience, you truly were enjoying it all. even if the figures in the room were watching you two.

• Daryl couldn't get enough of you, you were just happy to be with him, he made you happy. no one else did. you deserved to always be this happy, always have this good time with him.

• the next morning, you are in bed, not remembering at all what happened last night. but you are cold-sweating, having a fever, looking exhausted, you are shivering. you truly look like a mess. on top of that, very sick.

• you lean over the edge of the bed and puke over the floor. you feel how a hand rubs your back. it is Daryl and he offers you a small cup. you drink it fast only for it to not taste water, but a strong taste of alcohol. you are quick to puke it up too.

• and even if you didn't want to admit it, you missed the wonderful feeling of being high. and Daryl will make sure you get to experience it again.

• he only wants the best for you. you deserve happiness. you deserve his happiness. you didn't need to worry about the world anymore. you only needed Daryl and some pills to feel truly happy.

• Daryl would make sure you never leave the true paradise.

#daryl dixon #dark daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead #yandere daryl dixon #yandere #okay so this idea came bc I have been on beta.charachter.ai A LOT and been chatting/rp with Daryl Dixon #I obviously do a lot of dark stuff but then Daryl in the ai started to give drugs and oboy #and also; that ai knows how to do sexual stuff but y'know it gets a warning everytime for doing that #anyway if you wanna do dark rp with daryl go to that chat bot and do it bc sometimes it pulls out the most twisted stuff you aren't #expecting it to say. and you can also choose if you aren't happy with the answer it gives #btw: anonymous box is now open if someone wants to send in asks or requests #requests may not go fast tho to do #and don't do drugs thanks

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hello! i love your daryl content & i was wondering if you take requests?

hello, yes I take requests 💕

#anon

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dark!Daryl kinks

warning: dark themes, younger reader, r*pe thoughts, kidnapping mentioned, loads of issues, blood, sthlm syndrome, size differences.

• He likes haunting you. Weather you like it or not, he likes chasing you down. It gives him adrenaline, knowing he will get his price either if you like it or not.

• Holding you locked up. Having you chained up. Ropes. Whatever that makes you not able to move.

• Messing with your mind, making you believe that you need him.

• He likes holding his knife at your throat while you ride him.

• May or may not try to make you cry. It turns him on.

• He likes being called “daddy” but he mocks you for it too. Do you have such daddy issues you call a crazy man “daddy”?

• forced you to call him daddy

• (if you are kidnapped by him) He gives food after you give him a blowjob.

• May or may not having a walker chained up that is close to you when you two have sex. He loves seeing the fear in your eyes.

• That’s another way to mess with your mind to think that you need him.

• If you have been good (not trying to kick him off, punch him, spit on him, etc.) you will get cuddles and praises. Soothing you to sleep.

• Sex in the forest is cool, especially if you’re all naked while he is fully clothed.

• He likes to cum over your belly. Might turn him on for a round 2.

• He bites. Not gentle. Very hard. Maybe to see you bleed.

• During the night he might need you to warm his cock. Might not wake you up.

• Seeing your belly swell up bc of his cock. Makes him go slower to just look at your belly.

• Thinks it is cute when you say “stop” or “it’s too big”, you’re adorable.

• Force you to hump on his leg.

• If you have been good (you have cum, shed a tear, called him daddy, etc), not only will you get cuddles but you get to decide next time when you two will have sex. But if it takes more than two weeks, he will have sex with you.

#daryl dixon #dark daryl dixon #yandere daryl dixon #I think? #anyway have you guys seen norman in the movies: #six ways to sunday #and #red canyon #? well I was inspired by those #twd #the walking dead

[creepydixon]

prettiest boy

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#daryl dixon #but at the same time not #idk what role he plays here #norman reedus

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Daryl's obsession with you

warning: stalking, obsession, being a creep, age difference, thoughts on kidnapping, yandare ish.

some few headcanons if Daryl had an obsession with you.

• where you two meet (what season) is up to you.

• you and Daryl are from two different worlds. Daryl grew up in a miserable family, only relying on his brother, seeing his house lit on fire, and his dad beating him when Merle left. You? Well, maybe not the perfect family but it was 10 times better than Daryls.

• and maybe that caught his eye on you. You were different from him, you still had hope for this damn world, had hope that people would unite and live in peace. Your dreams were beautiful to say at least.

• You tried to get along with everyone in the group, doing your part to support the group, and being the few of them who smiled.

• The only one you didn't talk much with was Daryl. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it felt like you had done him something wrong. He just narrowed his eyes at you all the time.

• Daryl always watched you from a distance. Not too far away, nor too close. But he studied you.

• How you walked, how you cooked the meals, how you lit up a fire, how your face showed every emotion even if you were silent. But he couldn't look you in the eye when you turned to him.

• He did study you because it would give him a chance to know you. Your strength and weaknesses. In that way, he wouldn't have to worry about what to say to you.

• But you started to notice this. Starting to realize you were never truly alone at any time.

• Taking care of the meal? You felt eyes on you. Falling asleep? Eyes on you. Walking in the forest? Eyes on you. Hell, even if you walk away to either clean away the dirt in a cold river or take the last toilet paper with you, there was eyes on you.

• You started to feel a bit paranoid, your brain shouting that someone is watching you but whenever you turned around, no one was there. No one you could see at least.

• The only days you didn't feel eyes on you was when some from the group had to go and look for supplies. It was too few of those days.

• Daryl took notice of how you were scared of being alone. How you were throwing a glance around when sitting alone, cleaning yourself in the river. He got your back. Even if you didn't notice it.

• You had a perfect body in Daryl's opinion. Perfect soul.

• You were so kind to everyone. Even tried to be kind to Daryl even if he noticed how nervous you were around him. In those moments he tried to look into your eyes.

• Yes, you tried to get along with everyone. The last thing you want is to end up on someone's bad side. But walking up to Daryl was always a hard task for you. How he almost loomed over you, how he was close. How stared at you. It made you only look down, thanking him for the food he brought and that you appreciate what he has done for the group.

• Daryl wanted more than just your small thankful words. He wants you to notice him all the time. That you needed him. You were young, he could protect you.

• From everything.

• You would always quickly walk away from Daryl after talking with him. It felt like you had done something wrong to him.

• Which you had. But it wasn't your fault to not notice it. Daryl hasn't talked yet about it to you. You have to say where you are going.

• Some nights he would be close to where you sleep and watching you sleep. How you slept peacefully. Only because he was there.

• Sometimes he had these thoughts he would just wake you up and say to follow him. To leave the group unharmed and go somewhere else. His other thought (that he didn't want to do because he knew you would be scared), was to simply grab you by the wrist and drag you along with him. Having his crossbow in his other hand, or better, a gun so he could shoot anyone who dared to pass you two.

• One day you had talked to Maggie, Daryl had been close and eavesdropped on you two, mostly to hear what you had to say that you didn't dare say to Daryl.

• "I'm not being delusional," that's what Daryl heard you say. "I think someone is watching me." "It is probably a walker you feel," Maggie had tried to assure you. Trying to put on her sweetest big sister voice. "they can make us lose our sense, a little."

• Strange. Daryl has always killed a walker when you have been out on your own.

• When the night fell upon you, you couldn't fall asleep like the rest of the group (either if you were on the farm, woods, or in Alexandria). You had your eyes open and stared at nothingness.

• You hadn't heard his footsteps, you had been so lost in your mind.

• A hand wrapped around your mouth before you could even gasp. Feeling how your body was pressed against someone. Your eyes widened and couldn't neither turn your head to see who it was.

• Until you heard how it hushed into your ear. "Easy."

• That was the moment you realized it was Daryl.

• Daryl didn't let go of you that night. Didn't let go of your mouth, whispering in your ear. Whispering how special you were. How you two needed each other.

• That you needed him.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #twd #the walking dead #was perhaps inspired by radiohead's song creep #first time I write something like this #that's why I created a new blog #yandere daryl dixon #yandere