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"not all men" yeah daryl dixon would NEVER

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A little bit of venting and self talking

I know that who we are is who we got to be, that we’re all unique in our own ways. But sometimes I hate being me, I always feel like there’s something wrong with me, but no one really wants to investigate what. To start I’m always confusing when speaking, in my head everything I’m saying makes perfect sense, but people just seem to not understand. For example, today I had a training at work and I made a question that only required them to answer yes or no, but they just kept explaining the same thing all the time and didn’t answer my question. I always trip on my all words it being in English or Portuguese. And the thing that bothers me the most is that I always tend to say things that in my head it makes perfect sense, they’re fun and all, but when I speak, while I speak, I see it wasn’t that good of an information as I thought it was. Like for example today my colleague was singsonging Mulan’s song because he saw my Mulan’s tattoo and we started talking about it and then I threw the random fact that in portuguese the song says something but all our lives we sang it in other way. And when I finished I realized it wasn’t really that interesting to say it to someone that’s not Brazilian and would not understand what’s funny about it. This is just a little example of what I do, there are many other things that I say that I should have just kept to myself because it’s not interesting. I think I need to go back to telling myself “this is not interesting” so I stop acting stupid. I just wish I could be like everyone else.

#personal stuff #venting #didn’t have any idea of how much this was affecting me until I started writing about #personal life #personal

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*intern screaming*

…am I reading too much into this or…

#sharing it with my friends that won’t understand a single thing but they love me anyways #also one of them is an Alan Rickman fan #actually we all are #come on we were raised on harry potter

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Goodbye

Summary:After all the chaos with the commonwealth,things might not be a happy ending as Daryl and Abby hoped for.

Warnings: death of character

Abby,Rosita,Gabriel and Eugene all four of you went to go get the kids back from where they were being held by that asshole warden who had taken all the kids and hid them.Abby got Negan not to kill the warden when he was about too and she had tried to get answers from him to find out where he was hiding your son and Ro’s daughter and others kids that were missing. You all finally found them in a house where they were and they had walkers surrounded and Abby’s son was crying and so was coco cause thei were walkers trying to get to them while they were trapped under a crib crying. Ro and Abby finally killed the walkers and got their kids with the help of gabe and Eugene.

At the house Abby was sitting in front of the fireplace holding her 7 month old son Blake,while Daryl was sitting with Judith and carol after she had gotten shot by Pamela Milton who was aiming the gun to Maggie but Judith took the bullet for her. As Abby was holding Blake taking in all his features and his baby blue eyes just like his fathers you cry a bit while wishing his little brown hair as he sleeps in your arms wrapped up in a blanket,you smile and taking in the moment. You can feel a presence coming to you and it’s your best friend Rosita she smiles at you and sits across from you with her daughter coco.‘’you alright babes?’’ She asks you be you hum and nod ‘’yeah just happy we got the kids back safe and sound.’’ You smile at Blake.she nods and smiles and laughs ‘’Abby there’s something wrong.. tell me I know somethings wrong.’’ You look at her and shake your head and start to tear up cause she did know you too well. So you lift your shirt up and show her your side which reveals the walker bite..

She starts to cry a bit and shake her head and you like at her and start shaking your head too ‘’Ro, please don’t cry it’s okay it’s all going to be okay babe please don’t tell anyone about it right now I want to wait and tell them, please will you do that for me?’’ Abby asks Rosita. Rosita nods and still cries a bit ‘’of course babe just it won’t be the same without you…’’ she trailed off and you knew something was up Abby looked at her ‘’Ro what’s going on? Why did you trail off for what you were saying?’’ She asks her.Rosita shows Abby her bite mark on her shoulder she also got bit as she starts crying and she hugs you tight and she kisses your temple.’’we will get through this together babe,just not going to tell them yet we will go together okay‘’Abby tells her and takes her hand and nods.

Everyone’s all gathered at Yumiko’s for a celebration dinner.everyone is all full of cheers and laughs, all of us our drinking wine and eating and then yumiko makes a speech and we all raise our glasses.you were sitting with Blake on your lap as he was babbling and eating the food on your plate and he was sat beside coco as Ro was sitting near you and you nod at her to tell her it’s all going to be alright..Daryl comes and sits beside you and takes Blake on his lap and shakes your shoulder and looks at you ‘’Baby, youu okay? What’s going on?’’ You look at him sadly and go to whisper in his ear ‘’I’m going to be gone soon I got bit me and Ro so we will be gone shortly’’ Abby pulls away from him as she wipes a tear coming down his cheek and shakes her head at him meaning to say ‘’don’t cry right now okay,I want you to be the one to put me down okay when I turn you have to my love.’’ He nods and kisses your temple and she grabs his hand as Abby looks at Rosita who she just had told Gabriel her boyfriend the news.

Few hours later… Abby and Rosita had told everyone the news about you two being bit,and rosita wanted to be right beside you when you go so you both will go together.maggie and carol were helping rosita to the bed and Aaron helped you as daryl was holding Blake in his arms.Aaron helped you lie down on the bed and gave you a tight hug and kiss in the temple and said goodbye…you kissed Blake on the forehead for a long while and whispered to him ‘’I love you my sweet boy,be good for daddy and take care of him’’ he was asleep in Daryl’s arms then Daryl handed him over to Aaron to take him. Rosita was kissing her daughter as Eugene came and sat beside Ro cause she had asked him to put her down. Maggie and carol came over to you and say goodbye and kisses your temple and promised to watch Blake for you and carol kissed you too.

Daryl finally sat down beside you on the Chair and held your hand and kissed it as your hand held rositas.. Abby looked at Daryl ‘’hey,I love you Daryl Dixon don’t ever forget me okay and please don’t do anything stupid or reckless I know you.’’ She laughed and he did also.‘’I love you Abbygail Dixon,you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and our son.’’ She grips his hand hard as she takes her wedding ring off and tells him ‘’Take this,and wear it around your neck or just keep it with you at all times please don’t ever forget me and always have this with you to remember me alright.’’ She tells him and hands it over to him and he takes it ‘’I love you.’’ She says to him ‘’I love you more…’’ he kisses her hairline as she starts to close her eyes which means she’s going and she can hear Ro talking to Eugene.. Abby falls asleep and Daryl starts crying harder and so does Eugene.

1 year later

Daryl is holding 1 and a half year old blake in his arms and bends down with the flowers he has in his hands and puts them down on the plaque where it read your name ‘’Abbygail Dixon’’ Eugene was doing the same for Rosita. Daryl gives blake the flowers to put down ‘’Mama’’ blake babbles as he sets down the flowers,daryl smirks and says ‘’yeah mama,she’s looking down at us buddy,’’ he kissed Blake on the head. Picks Blake up to bring him over to all his friends and family where they all were,hugs them all as they all chat and laugh.. Daryl still hasn’t read the letter you left for him that he didn’t know of until carol gave it to him.. he finally reads it before he’s off on his trip. Which reads…

Daryl❤️

I don’t know when you will read this but I wrote this to you before you found out about me getting bit. I got bit while rescuing Rosita when she had fallen down with coco strapped to her when me and her were climbing up to get to the building. I got bit on my right side. I know we planned to go away together and I was really looking forward to it to getting away just the two of us I’m sorry I ruined those plans.

Just promise me that you will take care of our son and teach him everything you taught me when we first met back at the quarry before we took a liking to each other. If you do plan on going on your trip make sure he’s taking care of by everyone especially his godmother Maggie Greene and godfather Aaron. Make sure he remembers his mama how she always took care of him and loves him soo much tell him how much I love him and how proud of him I am..

I don’t want to go but I can’t stay I can’t survive I wish I can stay and watch him grow up and teach him all the things you taught me but I will be up there watching over the two of you… never forget me and the years we spent together.. being married to you for the last 4 years was the best damn years of my life and thank you for giving me our beautiful baby boy who looks so much like you and will definitely be a spitting image of you when he’s older…. I love you Daryl Dixon so much never forget me Dixons stay together.

Daryl Dixon,Abby Dixon,Blake Merle Dixon

Love

Abbygail Dixon❤️

#fanfiction recommendation #the walking dead #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl

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Ya look ridiculous (drabble)

A/N: just painted my nails and it came to me. Not exactly what I imagined, but here's a small treat to you. Also, I'm working on chapter 19 of Till THE DEAD do us part. 🥰

You had just painted your nails, an habit that you had lost along after the outbreak. But now, from time to time you'd make your nails, just to feel a sense of normalcy. It was good to play with the nail polish and all that colors.

And that was what you just did in this moment. You had just painted your nails, beautiful colors of pink and blue, you had to pink nails on each hand, the thumb and the middle, the others a beautiful bright tone of blue. You were happy. Feeling a little like your old self.

You entered the kitchen of the shared home of your found family. They were all reunited for lunch and you arrived all smiley and sat yourself between Maggie and Carol. "Why are you so smiley girl?" The younger one asked you.

" Cause I just did my nails and they look amazing." You said almost shoving yout hands on her face.

"It's pretty and exactly your style." She said gigling at your act. As soon as she said that all the woman on the table asked to see your nails, just as you'd do with your friends back at the old world.

"Ya look ridiculous." You were startled by Daryl's voice. He got up and left the room in all his grumpyness. It didn't surprise you, he was always like that when it was you, but it doesn't mean it hurt any less.

He pounded into you religiously, your face pushed against a pillow and your ass up high. Your nail polished hands held the covers viciously while the pleasure consumed you.

"Ya've been the whole day teasing me with this little pretty hands of yours, ain't you?" The redneck spoke at your ear his hair and stuble sending tingling sensations from your neck direcf to your over estimuladed cunt. "Was that what you wanted? I know it was... ya know pretty damn well how I love that cute hand of yours."

You meowed. "I knew you'd like it."

Neither of you knew why you continued with the act, but it made things so much more exciting... Sneaking around, fooling around all when you thought nobody was noticing or when there was the risk of getting caught... You two wasn't exactly smooth about it, everyone knew, but they let you two have fun pretending you weren't head over heels for each other.

You did do your nails because you liked and to few a little bit normal, but you also knew how we worshiped anything that had to do with you and how he would secretly tell you how pretty your hands looked with your girlie painted nails. Another thing that you knew was that the simplest thing you did , would make him do you in the most sinful and delicious way.

You still had a long long night ahead of you.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #daryl x reader #twd #deansapplepie #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x reader smut #daryl dixon x you #daryl x female reader #daryl x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n

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Lydia: Hey, Daryl? Can I get some dating advice?

Daryl: Barkin’ up the wrong tree, kid.

Lydia: But you’re with Y/N?

Daryl: Don’t mean I got a single clue how I did it.

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#to all of you loves

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@celtic-crossbow @lazyneonrabbitt @hayley1998 @lunajay33 @daryl-dixon-daydreams @darylssunshine (i hope this is the correct user) @lilyevanstan1325 @snailss (and many more I can’t remember the user right now) 🩷

#to my mutuals #i love my mutuals #mutuals #daryl dixon mutuals #the walking dead mutuals

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Love in the midst of adversity

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Gosh, I looked and thought it was a picture! This is perfect! 🥰🥹🩷

After 17hrs I finally finished it please please please send me reference photos to draw 😂💗😭

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #norman reedus

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I think I have a crush on my co-worker. I don’t freaking remember his name. But he remembers mine

My tactic to discover, I’ll see the name of the classroom he normally teaches and them check at the painel the name of the teacher at this classroom.

It’s not like I’m doing anything about this crush, but I feel bad cause he’s always so nice with me and call me by my name and I just say hi and such and don’t say his name.

Everyone here wears a badge, but his is always turned the other way so obviously I can’t see. I could ask my friend that’s friends with him… but I can’t even say someone has a beautiful hair that he’s shipping me with the person and telling he’s going to tell the person cause the person is also single. While I’m like “just liked the person’s hair…”. So yeah, asking him maybe is not an option.

#personal stuff #ramblings #rambling about my life #personal life #personal

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Love them so much! Now that’s on Amazon Prime I need to watch their spin-off.

RICK + MICHONNE in The Ones Who Live s1.3 // The Walking Dead s7.5

#the ones who live #richonne

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Missing him 🖤🏹🖤

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"Andy just send me this " - Norman Reedus ❤️

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I love the fandom being "Breeding kink Daryl yes!" but on the same page being "Daryl is terrified of having kids because of ---." Like this man would be spiraling the second his partner asks about kids. He'd be bouncing between the two extremes so hard he'd give himself whiplash.

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gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Rick: Why is Y/N crying?

Carol: She’s drunk.

Rick: And?

Carol: She saw a picture of Daryl's wife.

Rick: But she’s Daryl's wife.

Carol: I know.

Rick: Where’s Daryl?

Carol: She kicked him out for cheating.

Carol, whispering: He went hunting.

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B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐚 (18+) ‧₊˚ ✧

Summary: Daryl needed some love and you gladly gave it to him. Warnings: TWD violence, gore, blood, character deaths, explicit language, smut (oral f receiving, unprotected p in v, simple aftercare). Not proofread. Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! reader smut + fluff. Setting: Quarry. A/N: I read a post some time ago that said that Daryl in season 1 just needed some kisses to calm down and I couldn't agree more so I wrote this. It's also my first time trying to write smut, so I am so sorry if this sucks, and I was so hesitant to post it so please be nice lol. 😞

“Ha-ha, funny girl,” T-Dog deadpanned, rolling his eyes and suppressing a genuine laugh. It was the third bad joke you told in a row, and he was starting to find them funny.

“I really am,” you replied breathlessly, finally able to catch your breath after cackling at your joke.

“Okay, Eddie Murphy,” T-Dog, added jokingly, making you giggle as he placed a bunch of firewood you'd been helping him split for the past 40 minutes. “Let's head back.”

“I just thought of another one!” You exclaimed as you walked next to him. His groan of annoyance made you laugh before you even told the joke. “What do you call a fish with no eyes?”

“I. Don't. Know.”

“A fsh,” you replied after a dramatic pause, hardly able to contain your laugh as he gave you a side-eye, pressing his lips together to hold a smile back. “Please, I-” you started, but interrupted yourself as a commotion reached your ears from the camp. You recognized Daryl's voice.

Sharing a confused look with T, you both picked up the pace, coming into view with what seemed like a heated discussion between Daryl, Shane, and Rick, the man who joined the camp yesterday. You felt a little annoyed that they ignored T-Dog's request to let him tell Daryl, but oh well.

“Rick Grimes,” he introduced himself to Daryl.

“Rick Grimes,” Daryl mocked him, “y' got somethin' you wanna tell me?”

“Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof hooked into a piece of metal,” Rick stated, apparently with confidence. “He's still there.”

You stayed in place, watching as T-Dog slowly took a few steps closer to the scene.

Daryl hummed as he turned around, pacing shortly before he spoke, “Le' me process this,” said he while turning to face Rick again, clearly growing irritated. “Ya' sayin' you handcuffed ma brother to a roof, and you left 'im there!” His veins popped as his voice got raspier as he yelled at the other man.

Rick gulped before admitting. “Yeah.”

Suddenly, Daryl tossed the squirrels he was carrying toward Rick, the latter swiftly dodging them before Shane jumped into action, tackling Daryl to the ground. Next, he pulled a knife from its holster, swinging it at the former cops, but being stopped in a matter of seconds.

In the blink of an eye, Shane put Daryl in a chokehold, while Rick snatched the weapon out of his hand. “Ya best let me go!” warned Daryl, struggling in Shane's grip as the cop brought him to the ground. You walked closer toward Carol as your eyes remained on the scene, but decided to walk to the other side as you noticed Ed was next to her.

“I think it's better if we don't,” Shane replied, almost mockingly.

“Chockehold's illegal,” Daryl added, face red from the struggle.

“'Kay, file a complaint,” If this situation was not so tense, you would've laughed. You did a little on the inside. Rick kneeled in front of the restrained man as Shane spoke again. “C'mon, man, can keep this up all day.”

“I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. You think we can manage that?” Rick spoke, trying to find Daryl's eyes. “You think we can manage that?” the cop repeated when no answer was obtained.

Panting and growling, Daryl grunted in agreement, finally getting Shane to release him; more aggressively than he should, if they asked you. Sitting up quickly, Daryl pointed at Shane warningly. Rick continued: “What I did was not on a whim,” he explained. “Your brother does not work and play well with others.”

“It's not Rick's fault,” T-Dog spoke up, his leg bouncing anxiously as he confessed. “I had the key. I dropped it.”

“Couldn't pick it up?” Daryl retorted. His voice was calmer, but you recognized in his stormy eyes a hint of grief. Nobody else cared about his brother when his brother was everything he had. You couldn't imagine how terrible this situation was for him.

“Well, I dropped it in a drain.”

Dropping his head, Daryl slowly got up, gathering his composure again. Anger returned to his expression as he walked past T-dog, “'f it's s'posed ta make me feel better, it don't,” glaring daggers at the 'culprit.'

“Maybe this will,” T went on to say, “I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him... with the padlock”

“It's gotta count for something,” Rick piped in.

Drying a tear as soon as it came, Daryl took a deep breath. “Hell with all y'all!” he screamed. “Jus' tell me where he is, so's I can go get 'im.”

“He'll show you,” Lori stated, staring into her husband's eyes. “Ain't that right?” Rick's eyes left his wife's after a few seconds, finding T-Dog's shortly before nodding.

“I'm going back,” he declared, almost solemnly, hands on his hips as his eyes met Daryl's again. The younger Dixon clenched his jaw before walking past everyone to get his crossbow and stomping to his tent.

You didn't notice you went behind him until Dale stopped you by grabbing your wrist. “What are you doing, honey?” the older man questioned. He'd always been kind and sweet to you, so you gently released yourself from his grip.

“He's upset,” you explained, and he seemed to understand as he nodded reluctantly, but understandingly. On your way, you grabbed your half-full water bottle, and slowly approached the edge of the camp, where the tent of the Dixon's was.

You found Daryl sitting on the chair outside his tent, shoulders hunched forward, fists clenched with anger as if grasping the last shreds of control. His head bowed low and his eyes were shut tight. You caught the way his body shook softly with quiet sobs. You stilled, not daring to interrupt this stolen vulnerable moment.

After another minute, he abruptly stood up, drying his tears before cursing loudly while kicking the chair he was sitting in. You were suddenly hesitant to approach him and decided to turn around and leave, but before you took one step, his voice reached your ears.

“Whaddaya doin' here?”

You took a deep breath before turning back around and walking up to him, your water bottle hanging from your hand. “I- uhm, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about Merle, and-”

“Ya don' even like 'im,” he snapped defensively.

“No, I don't,” you confirmed, “but I like you, and he's your brother. Even if my brother would annoy the shit out of me before, I loved him, and... I'm sorry you're going through this, Daryl,” you took a few steps closer, eyes on the ground as you spoke before meeting his.

His gaze remained on yours, before studying your face, finding nothing but the truth.

He frowned deeper, angrily huffing out a breath before turning away from you to rant. “He's jus' so fuckin' stupid. Nobody can fuckin' stand him an' he can't keep 'is fuckin' mouth shut!” he yelled, pacing from left to right, hands dancing through the air practically independently, punctuating his words.

“Why he gotta be such a fuckin' pain in the ass? Not even when we gotta surv-” mid-sentence, your hands found his cheeks, and with utter sweetness your lips impulsively found his, silencing his words.

He stilled, hands slowly dropping to his sides, body completely tense.

You quickly pulled away, opening your eyes to find his eyes slightly wide and totally confused. Your hands left his face and you took a step back. Your eyes awkwardly looking anywhere but at him. “Fuck, Daryl, I'm so sorry,” you started, a knot of anxiety growing in your chest. “I don't know why I did that... well, I know why, 'cause I like you, but I shouldn't have, I'm- I'm so sorry, really.”

Your rambling was interrupted by his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to connect his lips with yours. This time he was more relaxed, and the kiss was slower. His hands slid down to gently grab your hips, pressing his body to yours.

Your arms snaked around his neck, dropping your water bottle, and allowing your lips to part when his tongue requested entrance. Exploring the taste of each other, time stilled for a moment, but you loved it. The kiss grew almost desperate and the grip on your hips got stronger.

Unhappy to pull away, but needing to do so to breathe, you found yourself gasping as his lips left yours. You smiled brightly, cheeks rosy, and he smirked while dipping his head. “Also, I brought you water,” you added, grabbing the bottle from the ground, and dusting off the little dirt that stuck to its side before handing it to him.

“Thanks,” he nodded, taking it from your hands before opening it, downing the liquid, and emptying the bottle.

“You're gonna find him,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder and a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled and nodded once again, muttering a thank you. You sounded pretty confident as if you knew, which gave him the confidence when he left on the search for his brother later that day.

Everybody screamed as they tried to avoid or fight the walkers emerging from the thick forest. The evening that started so peacefully suddenly turned into the perfect scene of a terrifying horror movie.

Things moved fast and slow at the same time. It was a blur. Tunnel vision, solely focused on surviving and protecting your group, moving on automatic pilot as you dug your machete countless times into the head of those flesh-hungry monsters.

You didn't even notice when it ended, barely feeling a pair of strong hands gripping your shoulders. His voice sounded distant asking if you were okay over and over. But you couldn't answer, you weren't sure if you were okay, the adrenaline didn't let you feel your body.

His loud voice calling your name finally snapped you out of your trance. “What?” You asked, brows knitting in confusion.

“Were ya bitten? Are ya alright?” Daryl questioned, nealy manhandling you as he searched and scanned for bites or scratches on your neck, lifting the sleeves of your flannel to make sure the skin of your arms was intanct.

“I didn't get bit or anything,” you shook your head, still a bit gone.

Cupping your face to study your eyes, he quickly pulled you into his arms, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You felt finally safe now. You wrapped your arms around his torso, closing your eyes and hiding your face in his neck.

After everyone agreed to get some rest and leave the cleaning for the morning, Daryl offered to stay in your tent with you that night.

He helped you into your pajamas, and you cuddled for a bit as he told you what happened in Atlanta. Then you simply lay in silence. You played with his fingers and he watched you adoringly, rubbing soothing circles on your back with his free hand.

You looked up to find his eyes on yours. Gently he cupped your chin, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. Your hand went up to cup half of his face, returning the kiss with equal passion. It was almost needy but slow. It was like he needed the confirmation that you were both here and okay.

Tongues met in a slow dance, and his hands reached down to cup your ass, easily moving you to lay on top of him. You couldn't help but moan as your body completely pressed against his, but it also made you want to feel more.

His hands slid under your shirt, and you broke the kiss in need of oxygen, immediately latching your lips onto his neck, sucking and kissing. He hummed in satisfaction, which was all the confirmation you needed to keep going, but he stopped after a few moments, pulling his hands out of your shirt, and cupping your face again for you to look at him.

“You sure 'bout this?” he asked, his face stern as he waited for your answer.

You nodded hastily, licking your lips. “Yeah. Are you?”

“'M sure,” he said without hesitation, pulling you onto his lap so you could straddle him. “Need ta feel ya,” he whispered in a husky voice, sending a shiver down your spine as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

His hands caressed the dip of your waist up and down under your shirt as you made out. You buckled your hips up unintentionally but did it again on purpose when you heard him moan into your mouth.

You were straight-up grinding into his hips before he pulled away from your mouth, “not yet, doll,” he whispered as he took your shirt off. His hands went to your breasts like magnets, kneading and massaging the curves shamelessly as he peppered your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses that trailed down to pop a tit inside his mouth.

Your clothed cunt clenched on air, as you closed your eyes and moaned, enjoying the attention, and you could feel his excitement tenting in his pants as well.

He slowly shifted the position, you back now on the mattress. After he decided both tits had been given enough attention, albeit still reluctant, his mouth trailed lower and lower, hands smoothly pulling your shorts and panties at the same time as his tongue and mouth kissed and licked the skin of your stomach.

His eyes met yours as he kissed your thighs, silently asking for permission to go further. “Please,” you whispered, surprising yourself by how needy you sounded, but then again, you did feel like you needed him right now.

He wasted no time, and in less than a second his mouth was latched to your clit. Tongue swirling on it and sucking, making you gasp. He used his whole face, pushing himself deeper and moving side to side as his tongue flicked over your sensitive pearl quickly. Hungrily. You arched your back involuntarily, fingers finding his hair to pull while simultaneously pulling him closer.

With a hand on your hip, he sucked a few more times before he licked a strip down to your entrance where his tongue began to fuck you. His thumb replaced his mouth on your clit, rubbing at the same speed as his tongue went in and out of you. You moaned and whimpered and cursed, trying to keep quiet, being apparently unsuccessful.

“Quiet, sunshine,” he whispered, his free hand reaching up to make you suck on two fingers to silence you, and you happily obliged. Your legs wrapped around his head as he continued his ministrations, the familiar knot forming in your stomach.

“Fuck, Daryl, I- wait,” your back arched further, legs pulling him closer, contradicting your plead as he moved faster and faster, changing again to suck on your clit and fuck you with his fingers. He hummed and the vibrations brought you closer. “So close.”

Your pitch was higher and higher, the knot tighter and tighter. All it took was a final, flick and suck of his tongue, feeling him moan against your cunt before pushing you over the edge into a shattering climax. The free hand covered your mouth as the other slowed down, prolonging your pleasure until your body relaxed and you came down from your high.

“Fuck,” you looked at him with hazy eyes.

“Fuck,” he said as a confirmation, looking down to see a damp spot on his sweatpants.

“Come here,” you said, pulling him into a kiss. He gladly kissed you back as you slid your hands under his shirt, trying to pull it up, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

“I-” he started, looking away from your eyes and knawing on his bottom lip. “I have- I....”

“You don't have to take it off, it's okay.”

“No, I wan' ta, jus'” he sighed, slowly taking the shirt off. He was thankful his back was away from you. At least you wouldn't have to see those yet. “My dad... was a drunk,” he reached to touch, kind of trying to hide, one of the scars on his shoulders, but you gently pushed his hand away, tracing the scar with your fingertips before looking up at him. You smiled and kissed him shortly, before kissing the scars on his shoulders.

“You're so strong,” you whispered.

His heart was beating fast but in a good way. His lips found yours again as he settled himself between your legs. Your now-familiar mouths found a rhythm as he started to pull his sweatpants and boxers down.

His erection hit your thighs making you pull away. You bit your bottom lip at the sight; he was thick, and the size was a bit on the bigger side. “All for you, baby,” he whispered, as he pumped himself a couple of times.

He rubbed the tip on your clit and entrance, spreading your and his juices all over your cunt again. “Ya ready?” he asked, slapping your cunt with his dick gently. You nodded. “Nah, need ya to speak up.”

“Please, Dar, I'm ready. I need you.”

He hummed in satisfaction, leaning to prop himself up with his forearms around your head, kissing your cheek, before slowly pushing into you. You moaned and he groaned. You were wet and ready enough, so the stretch felt like pure bliss for both of you.

He grabbed both your hands with one of his and pinned them above your head, starting to move when you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Feel so good, doll.”

He started slow, savoring the moment but also nervous to hurt you. But soon, he picked up a rhythm and started moving faster. Your boobs bounced beneath him as he kissed and worshipped your neck and breasts. You felt so deliciously full as he thrust up into your tight, dripping heat, moaning and whimpering underneath him.

He was in heaven, eyes inevitably closed as he made love to you, but he wanted to keep them open to look at you. To him, you looked like a work of art just like that.

“Harder,” you breathed, and he obliged. Your skin met over and over and the sounds filled your tent. He grunted, reaching down to rub on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. “Oh, right there,” your voice was getting higher, letting him know you were close. “Don't stop, fuck, please, don't stop.”

“I won', baby. I gotcha,” he moaned. His thrusts became more and more urgent, each one hitting that sweet spot that made your body arch and your toes curl. If your hands weren't inside his gasp you'd be grasping the sheet beneath you. With one last flick of your clit, you shattered.

His mouth claimed yours to silence your cries of pleasure. Pure ecstasy filled your body, and prolonging your high, Daryl continued moving inside you, until he, too, reached his peak, quickly pulling out and releasing himself on your stomach.

Spent and breathless, he collapsed next to you, who was in the same state as him. Your body tingled with the remnants of your passion, and you couldn't help the smile on your face as he kissed your face lazily.

Your eyelids were too heavy to notice when he pulled a little rag from somewhere and cleaned you up, then you felt him put your clothes on again, and his too. All too relaxed, you nestled into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, both falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

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