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honey suckle

summary. daryl gets lost in eating his favourite meal between your legs

warnings. smut, oral (female reader receiving), fingering, squirting, swearing, pet names (babydoll, darlin’), some and implied aftercare

divider credits. @cafekitsune

It was one of those excruciatingly delicious nights when Daryl had returned home from a long run with Aaron, he was ravenous to be as close as possible to you, and so here he was, large hands splayed on your thighs as his head lay between your legs. His hair was tousled to a haphazard degree, the waved brunette locks splaying in every direction as your fingers sunk into their roots, tugging at the strands in your grip, which only egged him further on.

His face was practically buried in your centre, tongue sliding relentlessly through your folds and swirling with educated concentration around your throbbing clit. You were sure his cheeks were smothered in your aroused essence, however you couldn’t see as he didn’t lift his head once, caring not for breath, his only priority was to taste you for as long as you could handle it.

If he had all the options that rotated the planet at his hands, he would never let up, he would die a happy and breathless man from suffocating himself in your addictive cunt. But even then, after he was a corpse from being delirious to be drowned in your sweet juices, you would be angry at him, needing more from his chapped lips and sinful tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The fall was enclosing at your dispense, your heightened pitch indicated so, as did the clenching of your walls that his tongue thrusted in and out of.

Each of his taste buds were consumed with your aroused honey, and even as you came, he lapped without hesitancy, cleaning up your wetness only to create more to flee from your slick entrance. Your mouth was agape in sensational and pure distress as you thrashed your legs around like a maniac, until you wrapped them around his head, feet locking at the back of his neck.

“Need one more from ya babydoll.” His gruff voice that carried the dry lustre from his smoking habits vibrated against your lower lips, causing you to release an elongated squeal. You weren’t entirely sure if you had one more in you, this felt like it had been going on for hours, and although you were never complain about such circumstances, your body was growing exhausted.

But you would do it for him; one more couldn’t hurt, so as he settled three fingers into your walls, your hips bucked at the intrusion. He’d only been using his tongue the entire time, although it seemed you were drenched enough for them to slide in without much effort, he held them still so that you could adjust to the full feeling, peppering languid and wide kisses against the heated skin of your thighs.

His kisses moved left, closer to your stuffed mound, as he began to rotate his fingers inside of you, twisting his wrist as your eyelashes involuntarily fluttered, and deep mewls of pleasure surpassed from your bitten lips. Until finally, his mouth transcended you to another planet, far beyond the reality that you had harshly adapted to, as his lips suckled around your clit, his fingers scissoring in and out of you.

You were hypnotised in the sensations that were floating from your head to your curling toes, you were starting to feel dizzy, a heavy feeling that left you practically unconscious, as you faded in and out of your surroundings. Even when you opened your eyes, straining them to do so, the bedroom was blurry to your sights, and you bit at the air, failing to warn Daryl of the pressure that was growing by the second.

“Ah fuck.” Daryl groaned as a gushing stream that you hadn’t been aware was on its route to escape from your aching cunt, the liquid bursting in Daryl’s direction and coating his face. However he didn’t let up, even as he removed his fingers, leaving your walls clenching from the empty feeling, as he stroked his tongue in long lines up and down your pussy. “Gotta clean yer up.” He muttered almost to himself, as he dared not waste a drop.

You just laid there, breathless and cross eyed even as he finally removed himself, leaning up to stroke your face. “Yer did real good darlin’, so fucking good for me.” The starving man spoke, licking his lips as he started down into your eyes. He reached down, grasping your hips that had invisibly restrained themselves against the bed, as he picked you up, treating you like porcelain as he carried you in his big arms to the shower. He turned the water on, grasping a cotton rag from the side as he sturdied your weight against his, your back facing his front as he began to clean you up whilst the water was warming up.

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starshipsofstarlord · 1 day

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am I writing more smut before I have to walk the dog and get ready for work. yes, yes i absolutely am and it’s almost done!

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i know 😭😭 just thought it would be perfect in this situation 💔💔

lap girl (4)

summary. daryl is in mourning for his brother merle, overcome with grief and guilt. all he needs is to lay on his girls lap and receive her affection

warnings. extreme angst, graphic mentions of character death, crying, some fluff, blood

divider credits. @cafekitsune

All he needed was his home, the comfort of y/n’s lap. He stalked through the empty courtyard in the dead of sunset, tired and bearing an ache that was embedded across the side of his torso towards the safety of his home. Merle was dead, and he couldn’t save him.

The image of his brother’s blood resonated in a repeated flash behind his eyes, as well as the flesh that had tangled itself in his tough and walker teeth. He had turned into a flesh eating parasite, devouring any bodies that were remaining in the war zone that now represented a graveyard of sorts alongside the other mobile corpses.

Daryl’s face remained tight from the tears that had continuously dripped from the faucet of his eyes, his agony from the entire experience still mutilating his mind. His hands were stained red, so utterly crimson that he felt sick, nauseated from the act that he had to commit in order to survive. He had killed him, not only for his own life, but to prevent his memory of his elder brother from being tainted with the poison of death that seeped agonisingly through his corpse.

It was an ending that he had never wished for anybody that he cared for, and Merle had the likeliness to be an ass most days, but that hadn’t stopped Daryl from seeing him as the only one in his bloodline that he gave a shit about. To his pitiful luck, the entrance of the cell block was hauntingly empty, aside from the sleep filled breaths that echoed through the large space, and he felt guilty enough already, more so considering that he could awaken his girl from her state of rest.

The mattress wasn’t the comfiest, it was to be expected since it was setup to be the bed for a felon, but he slipped through the walkway after the stairs, tousling his growing locks in critical agitation, as he was pierced metaphorically over and over again with the same blade that had erased any trace of his brother from existence.

“Daryl..?” Her voice was soft and as smooth as the finest silk, causing a lulling of tenseness to roll off his shoulders; his walls were crumbling, and he didn’t mind as he felt he needed to extinguish his emotions in the ritual that his father forbade. His tears had only made his father hit him more, until he was a breathing carcass of numbness. But with her, his girl, she would never bring judgement upon him for being berated with human emotion.

“I’m back.” Daryl responded indifferently, struck blankly with the fact that he would never see his brother again. He’d attempted to scrub his hands clean with the water bottle y/n kept by the hovering silver sink, but it didn’t wash away the shocking brutality that had succumbed him. Merle could never return from becoming a walker and having multiple stab wounds in his brain, and Daryl wouldn’t return from the terror either. It would remain with him for the rest of his lifespan, however long that would be.

“Dar…” She called to him once again, afraid of what he may reveal, as he shook his hands dry. As he turned, she could see the digressed state of his bloodshot eyes, and he was withered with the haunting memory that was looping visually in his brain. “Come here baby, I’m here.” He couldn’t help but resist, staggering towards her as he crumbled, splaying his body across her lap as he allowed wrecked sobs to escape him. Her hands combed through his hair, as she too felt the necessity to cry. He returned, with no Merle, it could only mean one thing…

A tear, lonely and unforced rolled down y/n’s cheek, as she realised that their mismatched family had gotten smaller. “He-he’s dead.” Daryl gasped out with heavy breaths, feeling his chest tightening from the situation that had made fate its own property. “Merle-”, she shushed him gently; he needn’t vocalise the looming death that embraced the world when he was struggling with getting a single word out. He’d settle a little, if she allowed him to continue laying across her lap, and she had no qualms against it.

“I know honey.” She whispered with an underlying of grief, caressing his scalp a little more to soothe him. “It wasn’t your fault. You did all he could.” The what if’s eventually faded from Daryl’s mind, as his eyes shut and he felt peace from feeling his girl’s fingers raking sensitively through his hair, seeing nothing but a pitch black nothingness.

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lap girl (5)

summary. y/n and daryl are seated on the couch in their home, however there’s only one problem; he’s in her spot. he’s happy enough to move so that she can be comfortable, but his girl has a better idea

warnings. sensory issues, cuddling, fluff

divider credits. @cafekitsune

It wasn’t something that deterred y/n often, but after a stressful run in with a parade of Wolves outside of the walls, she liked things to be in their rightful place, it was how she felt safest. She was calm in the company of her beloved marksman, however she chewed rigidly at her nails, a habit that she had adapted from spending so much time with Daryl, as she watched him out of the corner of her eye.

Their arrangement on the couch wasn’t at all organised, Daryl had his feet kicked up on the mahogany coffee table that the Alexandrians had thought to be an important piece of central decor, the tacky mud from his boots sullenly scuffing in a clinging fashion on the corners. He was obsoletely comfortable in his position, however y/n was not.

Her eyes were screwed up in a consuming, frustrated haste, wrapping her arms around herself as she fought off the mental need to throw the man that she was commuted to the rugged floor so she could have the side of the sofa he was currently occupying. “Wha’s wrong sunshine? Ya cold?” Daryl was always endearingly sweet, and it often times made y/n swoon, however it felt like there was sugar sticking to her teeth from the sickening need to be in one of her comfort spaces.

She’d feel like a fool however if she were to voice the unimportant and brash discourse that her form was experiencing, she would feel like even more of one. “No.” Her tone was light and almost startled as she curled further into herself, and Daryl was quick to follow in noticing that she wasn’t herself. Even though this had been her home through the charity from Deanna they had been grateful for, the archer could visibly see that she was tense.

“I’m in your spot, aren’t I?” When he had crashed tiredly on the couch, he hadn’t thought of anything but relaxing to some degree. Y/n’s face reflected shock; she had never once told him that, but after all her partner in more than just crime was a tracker, he was very attentive to his surroundings, and that included her daily habits. His arm reached to the arm as he began to move, however y/n stopped him, reaching her palm out and placing it stiffly on his side.

“Stay there, I have a better idea.” She ordered, inspired by the image that transpired through her mind, as she unsettled herself from her stagnant position, crawling upon the plushness of the couch, as she clambered with ordinary vigilance onto Daryl’s lap. She made sure that her legs were curled around his hips, as her ass settled into the beginning of her lover’s thighs, arms tightening around his shoulders as she pressed her face into the warmth of his throat. “This is much better.” His girl spoke, her lips tiredly moving against Daryl’s neck as she spoke.

“Yeah, it is.” Daryl remarked in agreement, as he held her close, one of his large palms soothing the ache that trailed over her entire back as he moved it up and down the surface. With his opposing hand, he laid it to rest on the back of her calf, rotating his fingers in small circles on the scratchy denim that concealed her legs. He could stay like this all night, all he had to know was that his girl was comfortable, then he was happy enough not to move, she could lull off to a closed eyed rest, and regain some of the strength that she had lost whilst dancing with the enemy.

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"Take a shower" | Daryl Dixon.

Requests are open

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Summary: Daryl came from a run and is stinky but he doesn't wanna bath. So you go with him.

Warning: smut, shower sex, rough sex, bulge kink, squirting.

★★★

You were laid on your bed reading a book when you heard the door opening and some seconds later, closing.

"Is someone in home?" You heard Daryl's voice downstairs. He probably was back from a run or from searching more survivors with Aaron.

"I'm in the room!" You yelled back. Almost at the moment you heard the heavy steps coming to the room. You chuckled, knowing what's coming. He opened the door. "Hi, baby, how you doing?" You asked softly.

He just grunted and get on the bed. He moved your arm and laid with you supporting his head onto your chest and huggin you by the waist. You stroked his hair softly.

"What? Something wrong?" You asked him frowning.

"Aaron and I fell in pile of walkers, it was disgusting" he grunted softly. As you heard that you frowned again and smelled his hair. He really smelled like dead.

"Yeah, I can tell it. You smell bad", you laughed at his third grunt. "You should take a bath"

"Don't bother me, woman. I'm tired" he held you tightly in his hug.

"Yes, and stinky. Take a bath and then I'll cook something while you sleep some hours" you explained, after all, you don't go on runs. You are a doctor here so they don't let you go on runs, they let you go out, but not to risk your life.

"I never took a bath before coming here and that never bothered you, why should I take it now?" He said frowning and with his eyes closed.

"Maybe because now we have hot water and before we didn't. I couldn't tell you nothing before, but now you can go and take a hot shower" you said still stroking his hair, "and I also don't wanna sleep with a stinky man if that man can get showered" you accused him.

He grunted again but louder this time, "you're getting spoiled, woman" he complained without moving an inch of his body.

"Daryl, go to take a bath or I'll make you sleep in the couch" you threatened. But either of you knew it wasn't true, you weren't able to make him sleep in the couch after a long run where he could've died.

He looked up at you eyes, "make me" he dared you with his look. You thought for a moment and smirked when a great idea came to your mind.

"Well, it's a shame you don't wanna bath" you got up of th bed, he complained at the lose of your warm. "'Cause I was about to bath" he looked at you cocking his eyebrows, "I would've told you to come with me but-" the sound of him getting up of the bed made you turn to look at him and smirked. He stood up in front of you and grabbed your head to smell you hair.

"You stink, let's get a shower, come on" he walked to the bathroom and you followed him laughing softly.

When you arrived to the bathroom you saw a shirtless Daryl, already taking his shoes out. You were already without your shoes, so you took your shirt off along with your bra. You unbuttoned your pants and before taking them off you looked at Daryl. His hands were in the button of his trousers, staring at your breasts hypnotized. He always loved to see your bare boobs, even if they weren't so big, he always told you that they were one of his favorite parts of your body.

You kept undressing yourself, "come on, Daryl, it's not like you never saw them" you chuckled and got in the shower, turning the water and mixing the hot and cold water to get the perfect temperature.

When he got in with you, he was behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed himself towards you, so the water was hitting your back and his frontal body. His hands caressed your sides going lower and lower. When they got to your thighs you took them off and turned around.

"Hey! I said I was going to bath, and also did you" you explained inches far from his lips, he was hypnotized with yours.

"Don't be cruel, woman. That's torture" he groaned trying to catch your lips with his.

"I told you dixon, you stink", you pulled him so the water fell only on him, wetting his hair. You putted some shampoo in your hands and tangled your fingers in his hair, massaging it to make lather. His hands still on your waist and his gaze changing from your lips to your tits. Your nipples were hard for the cold air.

You grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled it roughly so he looked up, "what- why was that for?" He complained.

"Look up or the shampoo will get in your eyes" you explained and he grunted again, you chuckled at it. His hands pulled you closer to him, like if it was somehow possible. But he disobeyed you and seconds later looked down at you again.

"You have to get showered too" he spoke hoarsely.

"Darling, I already did. Before you arrived, I said I was going to bath just for you to do it". His grip on your hips tightened. You pulled the lock of hair again.

"Y/N, if ya do that again I'll slam ya against the wall and fuck ya like never before", you bit your lower lip at his words, you could feel his hard cock against your cunt, starting to feel heated.

When the shampoo was completely gone of his hair you took the conditioner and put some in his hair. While you massaged his head you saw him smirk, seconds later you felt his thigh between your legs, rubbing against your core. A moan fell from your mouth. He looked down at you and catched your lips in a heavy kiss, his tongue swirling with yours as his hands moved your hips to make friction in your pussy. Your grip in his hair tightened and even when it wasn't any more conditioner in his head, you pull it making him to look up. His movements stopped.

"Yer such a naughty girl" he whispered groaned in your lips. After that he slammed you against the wall as he said he would do, and started a rough, heated and passionate kiss between the both of you. His hands made their own way to your breasts while his leg got between yours again. But this time you moved you hips without his help.

His fingers pinched your nipples over and over again, making you moan at the feeling. His hands placed at your sides pulling you towards him, your chests against each other's, his kisses went down to your neck and shoulders, also biting and sucking in some points. Your hand went down to his crotch, trapping it around your fingers, but you didn't move, just made some pressure. His kisses stopped and his head fell on the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"Fuck" he cursed. His grip tightened and a moan fell from his mouth when you started moving your hand slowly. You chuckled at his reaction, since he started rocking his hips against your hand, trying to get more friction. "Wanna play that way?..." his hand make its way to your pussy and started moving his fingers against your clit fast. Since his leg wasn't between your legs anymore, you had to grab his shoulder with your free hand to support your weight.

Your mouth fell open without making any single sound, you wanted to plead, to beg him to fuck you, but you couldn't form any coherent sentence. The only things that could be heard from you were moans and whimpers. When you felt one finger sinking into you was when you could talk, "Daryl- fuck!" You moaned out loud.

"What? What do ya want, girl?" He asked, his finger moved in and out from you fast, you took his wrist instinctively, but you didn't stop him.

"I- ahh!" Your own moan interrupted you when another finger got into you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his digits thrusting into you slow but hard at the same time. "Fuck! Don't do that!"

"Do what?" His tips curled, touching that magic spot that make you see the stars. Your both hand went to his chest. His lips were right next to your ear, so he took advantage to suck and bite your lobe. He let his fingers still, pressing your g-spot. You whispered and tried to move your hips, but the other Daryl's hand was keeping you still in your place, "I ain't doin' anything" he teased.

"Daryl, please!"

"Please what?" He thrust one hard time against your g-spot.

"P-please fuck me already". And with that his fingers slipped out of you and and putted them in his mouth, licking all your juices.

"You taste so damn good, darling" he praised and took one of your legs and putted it around his waist. He took his cock and rubbed the tip between your folds spreading your wetness on his dick, then he rubbed it to your throbbing clit, making pressure on it. "Ready to feel my cock deep inside yer dripping cunt?", you nodded fervently, don't wanting to spend any other second without him inside you.

He got into you with one single, deep lunge. You moaned out loud, it hurted a bit, but it was more like a bittersweet pain. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth was open, your hands resting on his shoulders to support yourself, even if Daryl's hands were gripping you by the waist. He took your other leg and made you jump, so now your legs were around his waist, his thick cock dep inside you and your tits at the level of his face, giving him not just a good feeling but a fine look.

"Daryl, please move!" You pleaded him. He looked up at your face, your eyes were close, waiting for him to fucking move.

And so he did. But no just because you asked him. His thrusts were deep and hard, every time he pounded into you, a moan fell from your mouth. As he hitted against your cervix your breasts jumped in their place. His gaze sunk in them. The bath far forgotten while the water was still falling from the shower.

"Fuck..." he groaned and catched one of your boobs in his mouth, you whimpered and grabbed his hair, pulling it lightly. His lunges got faster, and somehow, deeper.

"Oh my God! Don't stop!" You shouted. He kissed the valley between your breasts and looked down. Every time he hitted in, a bulge appeared in your belly button. He couldn't believe he was so deep inside of you.

"Gimme yer hand" he told you grabbing your wrist and placing your palm were the bulge got made, letting you feel it. "Feel how deep inside ya I am". Your moans got even louder, pleading him for mercy, while his gaze was changing from your pleasure gestures, from your jumping tits, from the bulge in your belly button.

Every single thing making him hornier; the bulge gave him an idea of how deep he was getting inside of you, that he was fucking the shit out of you just how he said he would; your pleasurefull face and the noises you made was an obvious signal that you were enjoying this as much as him, and that you weren't far from your oh-so-wanted-climax; and then there were your boobs, those perfects, round, soft pair. They drove him crazy, jumping shamelessly in front of his face, like if they were inviting him to suck your erect nipples until they have marks on them.

He could feel your walls twitching around his dick, making a moan fall from his mouth. "Daryl, I'm so close. Please don't stop!" You moaned, if he slowed down right now, you would die of frustration.

The tingling in your belly button was stronger and stronger with each thrust, making your legs shake in anticipation. This orgasm building felt different from the others you've ever had. It felt stronger, harder, more powerfull. You knew it would hit you like nothing before.

You felt his cock twitch along with your walls, letting you know that he was in the verge of his climax too. His mouth catched one of your boobs again, sucking harder than before. Your hips rocked along with his, trying to get him even deeper, but you couldn't find his rhythm, since his lunges were already sloppy. It was a messy rhythm, with a tight grip on your ass his head fell between your tits, being unable to keep sucking at this point. Just being able to moan and groan against your skin.

"Daryl, I'm cumming!" You help, curling your finger, waiting for his permission to come.

He raised his head and looked at you, "C'mon darling, cum all over my cock". And with that you came. Your legs shaking like never before, feeling the destroying orgasm taking over your body and blocking your senses. You could barely hear his curse and the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls only prolonged your high.

His lips brought you back to earth. He kissed you softly but at the same time passionately. He slipped hisself out of you and helped you to stand up. He noticed that you weren't able to stand alone yet, so his grip on your waist didn't lose. You felt your thighs slippery when they pressed together, you looked down.

"Gues ya came" he joked breathlessly, you chuckled breathlessly as well.

"Gues you too. Now the both of us need to bath" you said stroking his chest.

"if our baths are goin' to be like this, we"ll bathe every day" he said pulling you into the hot water.

"I love you" you hugged him by the waist.

"I love you too" he responded, "everyone has probably heard us"

"Yeah, I know" you hummed and both of you laughed softly.

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 days

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pretty eyes (3)

summary. picking up where you left off isn’t always the easiest thing to proceed with, especially when you and daryl are still bickering. but there are ways to make amends

warnings. smut, fingering, a lottt of making out, swearing, slapping, brief angst

a/n. again there will be another part, i apologise for this having taken so long 🖤

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

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He was rough yet tender as he cupped your face, his thumbs tracing the structure of your jawline as his mouth devoured your own, the broad and crisp sunlight bringing heat to your skin. Your noses traced back and forth together, your heavy breaths became one notion of inhaling and exhaling. There wasn’t a thought surpassing your mind as you physically reconciled after your stubborn disdain at one another, moulding together as though you could melt after the other’s touch.

Alas you were forced to part from the oxygen that your lungs required, and you breathed heavily, your chest rising in a rapid motion as the two of you wordlessly stared at one another. His pupils were transformed into an enlarged size, there wasn’t anything that could surpass the silence that brooded scornfully between you, as neither of you both were sure on how to proceed. You could feel the swollen lining around your lips, and you bit nervously at it, attempting to scratch an itch to make the quiet around you less tense.

“Shoul’n’t a done tha’.” Daryl stated, however he seemed less appalled by the contact that you had made than he had shown previously. His cerulean orbs raked across your face as his feet jaggedly trudged backwards, committing some distance from you. He felt almost drunk from your kiss, and that made him feel absurdly foolish. It wasn’t in his nature to be so astounded by a simple touch, but it was definitely affecting him.

His pulse raced in the depths of his flesh, and his bloodstream pounded heavily in his ears as he awaited for your response, hoping that you would agree with him. It was a mistake, one that certainly shouldn’t happen again. Those damning eyes of yours were distracting him from his shield of resentment, and he tried to shun them from his sight, however you were staring straight ahead at him, which made it defiantly impossible.

“Daryl,” the sound of his name escaping your plush lips had him desperate to hear it fall from your lips over and over… No. He wasn’t some idiot that was willing to fall head over heels, he was simply attracted to your physical form, that was all that it could be. It was all that he would allow it to be. He never wanted anyone close, he’d be a pussy as Merle would call him if he had any feeling for you and his brother were here.

“Don’ got time for this.” He remarked as he swiftly turned around with the purpose of getting as far away from you as possible, however he hadn’t anticipated for you to follow him like a lost lamb, with a frown written upon your face. “Why the hell ya followin’ me? Huh, ain’t no one else yer wanna fuck ‘round here?” In truth, he’d inwardly resent it if you shacked up with one of the other men in your group, but he’d silence the qualms he’d have with your sexual relations.

“Honestly, no.” You crossed your arms once again, and he battled with looking in your eyes to your raised breasts, sucking in a much needed breath. “But again that’s not why I’m here Dixon, we have to sort this tension between us out; and I didn’t come on my own accord, Shane sent me here for the sake of the rest of the group. It’s not about me and you screwing, it’s about being civil. I think we can do just about that, right?”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “Ya listening to Shane now.” He laughed mockingly and you rolled your eyes at his behaviour, already wishing you hadn’t bothered. You were prepared to stalk away, and so to relent from this dispersive attitude you were being given, you headed to the woods, touching your side in a double checking fashion for your blade. Yes, you had it. You were all good to go, and escape this hellish debacle. The trees surrounded you, hiding you in their shrubbery and shading of leaves as you tried to clear your head. “Ya tryna get yourself killed or somethin’ woman?”

Of course he had followed you, but you raggedly shook out your hair, ignoring him. He had wanted you gone, to leave him be in his solidarity, and the next moment he had trailed after you, in a marching stride as he recalled you to return back to the campsite that you had set up on the farm. “No.” You blankly stated, you weren’t stupid and knew damn well how to defend yourself. “No I’m not Daryl. You wanted me to leave you alone so that’s what I’m doing. So go back to being by yourself, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Wait. Just hold up a second.” He sighed, stalking alongside you to make your steps pause. “I- uh, I jus’, fuck you woman.” He closed his eyes, as your palm collided with the side of his face and the sting blossomed upon his cheek. The man was a little taken aback, but he shouldn’t have expected any different for his last words. Daryl was full of copious frustration, and he was done with it. “Fuck it.” With his body weight he grasped you by the shoulders, leading you backwards until you were trapped between him and a tall shot of bark.

You were furious, but all discretions were smothered into dismal whining as Daryl pressed against you, his mouth hungrily colliding with your own. Your eyes were closed as you could do nothing but reciprocate his motions, licking into his mouth with vigour as his hands strewed in your hair. He became lost in your kiss, as he allowed one of his hands to grapple down and pledge your ass in his grip. His administration caused a gasp to shatter from your lips as you allowed him to do as he pleased, his hands worked desperately at the fly of your faded and worn jeans as he began to pull the denim down.

“This is definitely a way we might be able to get along.” Inherently you mumbled as you felt lips and teeth tug at the flesh of your neck, and you hadn’t even thought of him leaving bruising marks along your throat. A pleased moan fell deliriously from your lips as you felt his rough hand slide into your cotton panties, feeling your cunt over as he stroked his ring finger against entrance. He ensured you were wet enough before he plunged it inside of you, and when he did your eyes flew open.

As he licked his lips in concentration, he became adherent to anything other than your eyes, even with his wrist continuing to move to prompt you pleasure. “Such pretty eyes.” He muttered to himself, allowing a soft smile to capture his mouth for a moment as he brought you to the brink of pleasure, slipping another finger inside of you. Your eyes were blow wide like those of a deer, and you grabbed at his arm, lips gaping open as you released silent moans, restraining all noise if there were any walkers nearby.

“Daryl.” His name burned like an ember on your lips, and he was compelled to capture them again, as your hands caressed wantonly down his body, grabbing at the prominent bulge he wore beneath his clothing. This was a sure way to reconcile your arrogance towards one another, and you were futilely desperate for more.

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pretty eyes part 3 is going to be published soon!!! Aaa I’m so sorry it’s taken so long I’ve just had such writers block recently. There’s some smut leading up to another part… maybe a couple other parts that are planned

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this is so cute I love this 🥹🥹

Missing🖤

Summary: You and Daryl got separated at the started and now you’ve just been wandering hoping to find a secure place will you find Daryl again?

Pairing: Season 2 Daryl Dixon x f!reader

•Masterlist•

You and Daryl have known eachother since you were kids, growing up right next to eachother, along the way feelings grew and you got together right before graduation, you became a teacher and he worked at a mechanic shop, life was nice and simple together, you were even thinking about having a family but then things change, the world ended when you were teaching and you haven’t seen Daryl since, you search everywhere for him until eventually you had to leave down because of the walkers and venture out on your own, hoping you meet him again

Along the way you came across a barn, you scavenged for food finding some cans and as you looked out the window a horse was grazing the field, you packed up the rest of the food and ventured out finding a saddle approaching the horse steadily trying not to spook it away, thankfully it was friendly and approached you with ease letting, you strapped the saddle around her and hopped up, leading the horse as it trotted north

You’d be alone on your own for about 5 weeks now and it’s been lonely, you just wanted to see Daryl again just needed for him to hold you, you were on the horse walking through trees when a clearing opened up showing a farm house with people walking around, you were a bit wary since you’ve run into some shady people along the way but for some reason you were drawn to this farm, you lead the horse, you named Pixie, slowly as to not scare the people

As you and Pixie walked up the dirt road people started to gather, you hopped off Pixie holding her rope and waiting for the others to do or say anything and not just ogle you

“Who are you?” A man in a police outfit asked

“I’m y/n, I’ve been alone since the start, until I found pixie here” you said as you pet her shiny black hair

“Where’d you come from, who’d you find this place?” Another man asked he seemed a little crazy

“I’m from outside of Atlanta, I’ve just been wandering until I found something, I lost someone at the start and I’ve just been looking for him”

“Sorry to break it to you, he’s probably dead”

“Shane!” The officer glared at the man

“I still have hope, but do you guys have room for one more, I know how to hunt and I can help out”

“Of course, we could use another hunter, got one out hunting right now”

“Thank you”

The officer who introduced himself as Rick, showed you around introduced you to everyone even the owner of the farm, the sun was setting by the time all that was done

“We don’t have anymore tents we’ll have to go out tomorrow and get you one”

“Oh that’s no problem I can sleep out with Pixie” it was the normal for you now

“You sure?”

“Yeah it’s no problem…….shouldn’t your hunter be back by now?”

“Yeah oh there he is now” he said looking over you shoulder at the dirt road

A man with a crossbow and plaid shirt with ripped sleeves, you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere, you sprinted off towards him your heart racing, tears streaming down your face

“DARYL” you screamed as he looked up dropping his crossbow just in time to open his arms and wrap himself around you as you threw yourself into his arms

“Is it really you peach?” He asked in such disbelief it broke your heart

“It’s me, I can’t believe I found you I thought I’d never see you again, I looked everywhere for you I waited at our house hoping you’d come back but……I had to leave I had to find you” you said quickly your eyes not believing you found him having to tell him everything you’ve been thinking these 5 weeks without him

5 weeks may not seem like a lot but in the apocalypse there was no guarantee about anything so everything was precious

You held his biceps as he traced his fingers over ever features on your face completely forgetting others were around you both

“So I’m guessing you two know eachother?” Glenn asked

“She’s my girl” Daryl stated not taking his eyes off of you

“Thee Daryl Dixon got a girl?” Andrea laughed, you turned and glared at her

“You bet your ass I’m his”

“And ya ain’t ever leaving my side again”

#daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x reader

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lap girl (4)

summary. daryl is in mourning for his brother merle, overcome with grief and guilt. all he needs is to lay on his girls lap and receive her affection

warnings. extreme angst, graphic mentions of character death, crying, some fluff, blood

divider credits. @cafekitsune

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Thankyou, I’m so glad you liked it hun 🖤

locked away

summary. whilst hiding out from walkers in a closet, you grow extremely bored. the only thing to do is daryl, but you have to make sure he stays quiet

warnings. smut, handjob, sub!daryl, dom!reader, praising, mentions of gagging, crying

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

The aroma of cigarette smoke that clung addictively to his clothes filled your nostrils as you hid in union together, avoiding the stream of deadly walkers that marched in their haphazard staggering through the wide hallway. There had been worse that you survived through, so as long as you didn’t alert the parasites that filled the decayed human bodies of your presence, you would be fine.

Boredom struck you after the first hour of leaning all of your weight against the chipped brick wall, listening without consent to the groans and growls of the dangerous passers-by. If you had a nickel for each time you expressively rolled your eyes that had adjusted to the shadows which conjured a graphite colouring to which you could see, you would be astoundingly rich in a world without cash currency.

You had an impulse to blabber out the most random thoughts that appeared intrusively in your mind, although you were sure if you dared to your beloved Daryl would gag your mouth with that dirty red rag and tell you to shut up; and it wouldn’t be a first time for that. Your shoulders slumped defeatedly as the pressing circumstances of the long and drawn out waiting game refused to come to an end.

How many goddamn walkers were out there? Actually that was an answer you’d rather not find out whilst you were contained in a narrow closet which was consumed with lacklustre silence. Daryl wouldn’t even meet your eyes in the dark space, sternly pent up from your antics during the run that had lead you into being entrapped by your own free will and vigilance to live another day. He was pissed, and worst of all in this circumstance; turned on.

His pools of pitiful blue distinctly avoided your gaze, trying his darnest to focus on the stakes that were against you both. But he was pursued by a cloaking of consuming lust, his shoulders rigid as he thought repeatedly of your earlier words. If you’re a good boy, then maybe we’ll have some fun before we get home. It wasn’t likely to happen now, the bowman thought intuitively, sharply discarding the sweet images of pleasing you from his brain.

These walkers were preying risk to more than just his life, he felt like he could explode from the overbearing desire to feel your hands rake upon his entire body, and he mentally cursed as he felt his cock spring to life at just the the sinful thought. He grunted in solitary longing, pacing with light and feline like steps as much as he could in the limited ground that was cemented in the storage room.

“Something wrong?” You almost inaudibly spoke, cocking your head as the corners of your mouth twitched in mocking amusement, and he would have whined in response if there wasn’t the threat of the passing walkers merely inches away. “Come here, let me help you baby.” His head was lowered in a submissive bow as he followed your command, creeping towards you until your chests were all but touching.

It was something you adored, to see Daryl in such a state, and it made you feel powerful without any limits. The flow of your bloodstream began to pound with revelations with what you could make your obedient man disperse himself to. It was like he was a buffet of possibilities, however his arousal was rubbing against your thigh, making you recall his desperation, and it would be satire and cruel for you to allow him to suffer without your amorous caregiving.

You shuffled, keeping a balance on your body weight so that you didn’t accidentally stagger backwards into the buckets or moulding mops that were leant against the wall to your left, as you lowered your hands to his wide hips, giving him an affectionate squeeze before you turned him in your embrace so that his back was facing your front.

Admittedly there were times where you loved to listen to him beg and cry for lustrous attention, but now was not the time; neither one of you could make so much as a speck of noise, it was going to be difficult as often times Daryl would draw out long and pathetically attractive moans each time you held contact with his cock in any manner, but he would just have to be quiet somehow, and if he couldn’t control himself, you had ideas of how to make him.

“Be a good boy.” You whispered with sultry warning in his ear as you reached further around him, slowly and tantalisingly unweaving his belt, pulling the strip of leather through the flimsy loops which granted you access to undo the button and fly of his trousers. With swift motions you did so, carefully shoving them down his sides as his cock was released from its containment. It was leaking defiantly with precum, and he resorted to calming breaths as he steadied his own self into being relaxed despite the nearby danger.

He inhaled immediately as he felt one of your hands wrap perfectly around his achingly hard length, gliding up and down the taught and erect flesh which made him throw his long locked head back in pleasure. His eyelids twitched as he fought against his desire to let you know how utterly amazing you were making him feel, as he bit his own bottom lip over and over. You dared to increase the pace in which you were stroking him, and a shattered gasp tumbled past his bared teeth.

Without so much as a thought, you smothered his mouth with your hand, pinching his nose a couple of times between your thumb and forefinger to restrain the oxygen he was permitted for a few seconds. A vibration riveted against your palm, as a quiet moan was silenced by your restriction. His whole body was rattling, as he began to rut his hips so that his cock was moving in the grasp of your soft hand.

“Such a good baby.” Your breath hit his ear as you forbade yourself from saying anything else, knowing that it would be obscenely dangerous, and the hoard of vacantly minded walkers were more than capable of pushing through the locked door. Your thumb rubbed expertly against his tip, as tears began to fill Daryl’s eyes, however he continued to jerk into your grip, and soon they fled from his tear ducts. His salt water, pleasure filled tears rolled onto your hand, weaving across your flesh as his tongue rolled pathetically around your palm, losing any grounding to reality that he had.

It drove you on farther, moving your hand at a quicker pace to make him spill over the edge, and with one last tough tug, he expelled his seed from his balls, it shooting directly in the air for a moment, and landing vividly on the ground. Daryl continued to shake like a leaf, breathing a kind kiss to your palm as he held your hand against his mouth for a while longer. This was definitely an interesting tale, however you would never tell anybody else. Everyone else thought Daryl was the being of all dominance in your relationship, and it made you inwardly cackle at how wrong you were.

He was as submissive as a human could come (pun intended), and he stood there idly and cautiously as you aided him in tucking his cock back into his confines. You grappled his belt, pulling it back around into its holding as you pulled it tightly around his waist, your eyes glowing with the satisfaction that you could make him so easily crumble. With one last pat to his sensitive bulge, you waited a while longer, until the coast was clear and it was only a few stragglers of the herd to take out in order to make your unruly escape.

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norman reedus // daryl dixon

divider credits. @cafekitsune

🥀 = smut (18+, minors dni)

🍄 = requested

daryl dixon

Sleepless

On the farm, you struggle to fall asleep due to all the things that you know that surround you, from the walkers in the barn to Shane. The only thing that can make you feel any comfort is Daryl (1.4k)

Prisoner 🥀

(Early season 3 based) Winter had been a long journey for all of your group, especially you and Daryl given that there was always a lack of privacy. You find it difficult to feel at home in the prison, but Daryl is always there for you when you need him, and you have the chance to relish in a night alone - or as lonesome as a cell can be (2.9k)

Pretty Eyes

(Late season 2 based) throughout the outbreak, after meeting Daryl Dixon the two of you had always clashed heads. However when you reach the CDC, convinced you had been saved, you decide it’s time that you get along (1.4k) 🥀

you and daryl have reverted to your original positions, however your divide in getting along isn’t only affecting the two of you. it’s endangering the group, and so when needs must, you have to reconcile and make a truce (2.2k)

Throbbing 🥀

Daryl needs you, however you’re out on a run, so he has no other cure other than to take care of himself (0.8k)

Using You 🥀

you love him, you really do - he’s your best friend, however you’re scared if you choose to be with him you’ll lose him; you’d already lost too much. However, Daryl thinks that you’re using him to distract yourself with sex. It’s up to you to prove him wrong (2.9k)

Bemused

daryl becomes bemused by y/n and her affections towards him. also the story of how daryl ‘found’ his vest (0.6k)

How to Weaken a Man 🥀

you were going to get what you wanted, Daryl however was going to have to wait. He was deserving of a taste of his own medicine, after him constantly being in charge, it was time for a change (3.3k)

Cuddle Bunny

all you can do is reflect on the past as you sit by a tired and bedridden daryl, hellbent on not leaving his side. It seems he doesn’t want you to leave either, as you are the only person that sees him for who he is, in every light (1.3k)

Nexus to the Next Life

the cdc was supposed to be the start of continuing life, however after jenner has revealed that the haven of which you had travelled to is going to self destruct, you endure a battle with yourself. to stay and die quickly, or leave and possibly die slowly (1.2k)

Not Yet Corpses. Still, We Rot 🥀🍄

you were surviving after the prison fell, whilst you felt lost deep inside of yourself. without daryl, and the others that you had lost and yet to find, everything only seemed to get worse. and all was proven when the claimers interrupted your futile attempts of avoiding nightmares

Lap Girl

a series of unchronological scenarios of y/n being in daryl’s lap within part of their journey (part 1 - the first night in alexandria)

daryl needs comfort at the greene farm after he fails to find sophia again. luckily his girl is willing to give him exactly what he needs; her in his lap

there’s no better position for daryl than when his girl is in his lap 😉🥵 🥀

Locked Away 🥀🍄

whilst hiding out from walkers in a closet, you grow extremely bored. the only thing to do is daryl, but you have to make sure he stays quiet

prompts and drabbles and headcanons

“I don’ have the patience ter remove yer clothes righ now.” 🥀

daryl returns from a hunt, but he doesn’t care for what he caught; he’d rather catch you beneath him (0.8k)

“thought you were mad at me.” “it’s a hate boner, i swear.”

you and daryl, despite fighting and surviving side by side for years, have always had a tendency to get on each others nerves. the one thing he hates more than your recklessness however, is seeing you hurt

nsfw alphabet 🥀

daryl pre-apocalypse dating headcanons

young!daryl dixon

surrogate comfort 🥀

daryl comes to your home, finding peace between your legs before you relieve his homeward bound struggles

norman reedus

Got a Light?

Norman goes to a bar after a long day on set, and he’s unexpectedly approached by a ‘stranger’ (1k)

Normal Morning with Norman

inspired by this prompt - early morning kiss - a kiss that’s a wake up call, it’s barely even a lips touching, more like they’re kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze (0.5k)

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No worries! anyway, id like to ask for sub Daryl with a dom reader? Teasin him all day, on a run and he can barely focus, so we take some pity on him n give him a reacharound, but he needs to keep quiet as to not attract any walkers, so we use our other hand to muffle his moans n whimpers <3

here we go, thank you so much for your request i loved writing it so much and I really hope you and everyone else enjoys this 🖤🖤

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locked away

summary. whilst hiding out from walkers in a closet, you grow extremely bored. the only thing to do is daryl, but you have to make sure he stays quiet

warnings. smut, handjob, sub!daryl, dom!reader, praising, mentions of gagging, crying

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

#daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon fluff #norman reedus smut #norman reedus fanfiction #norman reedus imagine

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