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#glenn rhee x male reader
in-act-ive · 10 months
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The Walking Dead x GN/NB!over stimulated!Reader
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This is a two parter! As of right now the second one isn't out!
Request : nope
Type : headcanon
A / N : My tip is always headphones!! I also only did the characters im comfortable with writing about as of right now! If you need more tips always feel free to ask <33
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Carl Grimes
He gets it
He also picks up on it really fast
If you're acting at all off he'll come up behind you and cover your ears to block out some of the noise
He likes it when you put your hands over his
If you look like your about to cry he'll take you away from the chaos and get you some place thats calm and you don't need to stress out anymore
He's probably picked up anything he thinks you can mess with while being over stimmed
One of those is definitely a stuffed animal
Carl definitely has had made excuses that embarrass himself just to help you get away
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Rick Grimes
He has experience with it due to his son
He's horrible at picking up on it though
Most of the time you have to go up to him and tell him you're over stimulated by everything going on and he'll try his best to help you
Most of the time he'll send you off with Carol or Tara cause he wants to help but he's busy
When you have to be some place with him he has something in his pockets for you to mess with to distract yourself
Rick just tries to make sure you know he does care
When he does have the time he'll take you somewhere you can rest and will stay with you
Unless he gets pulled to work again
He wants to prioritize you, really
He's just a busy man
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Daryl Dixon
He does not what he's doing
He just tries to ask you what you need
He picks up on it almost immediately
9 times out of 10 he goes and asks Carol or Rick what he should be doing
He probably just sends you to someone who knows what their doing unlike himself who is an idiot
He has a list of everything you've said / he's been told that helps
He keeps it on him at all times
He's pretty good about disappearing without anyone noticing so if he knows you need to be away from all the chaos he'll take you there
He won't exactly sit with you, he'll pace around instead
Like, he wants to be there for you, yes, and... He's not good with showing that
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Abraham Ford
He knows exactly what he's doing
He's probably sat you down to ask what he can do to help you because he really does want to help
He makes sure to have something in his pockets to give to you to fiddle with when you need a distraction
Big hands = covering your ears
He'll run the back of his hand along yours to let him know he knows and is trying to figure out what you need
He picks up on it a bit slower than most but he does
Sometimes he needs Glenn or Tara to point it out to him so he knows for sure
He will get you away without saying a word to anyone else
If anyone asks he'll say " None of your damn business " and walk off with you
If you start crying he'll cup your face in his hands and whipe your tears away with his thumbs
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Glenn Rhee
He's got this
He doesn't
He's trying though!
He picks up on it quickly though and lets anyone who he knows cat help you know
Abraham is his first option every time
He's probably the one to drag you away from a crowd and get you some place thats less stimulating then RUN for Abraham
He does want to help but he really doesn't know how
He's usually your second to last option so most of the time when you get to him you're already crying
He's good at comforting crying people
He'll get you some place safe and kiss your knuckles and use his sleeve to whipe yout tears
He's a sweetheart
He doesn't really understand whats going on but he wants to help none the less
He's probably asked you what happens and how you feel so he can imagine what you'd need
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Shane Walsh
Bold of you to assume this man knows jack shit
In all fairness he knows some from dealing with Carl for most of the boys life
He's been nominated most likely to send you to anyone but himself
When he does have to help he kinda pats your back and tries to dig through his pockets to find something for you to fiddle with
He kinda seems irritated with you when you bother him about it
Eye rolls every time
He'll cover your ears if you ask nicely
On rare occasions he'll take you somewhere less stimulating
He'll leave you there
Aside from being rude 24/7 he will try and help if he has to
He just doesn't like being helpful
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Negan
This man is so helpful
You still don't know why he's like that
Most of the time he picks up on it instantly and will try and help you best he can
He'll sit down with you in front of him facing him and he'll cover your hears, running this thumbs against anywhere they can reach
He likes it when you distract himself by playing with his hair
If you're lucky and you two are close enough he'll pull you into his lap
He'll get everyone to shut up and leave so you can be in a less stimulating environment
He's found and stolen a bunch of things you can mess with when you need too
He always focuses on your breathing, making sure its stable, always
He may act like an ass but he tries to tone it down
He knows how to help and will help anyway you want / need it
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Gabriel Stokes
He knows the basic amount of things
Probably asked Rick for help on what to do lets be honest
He didn't want to ask you directly to seem inconsiderate
He tries to avoid you to not make it all worse
It makes it worse
Someone had to tell him that avoiding you made you feel horrible and he felt bad
The amount of times he apologized was exhausting for you
Hr tries to help out a lot better now even if he has no clue really what he's doing
He'll give you something to fiddle with and help you take deep breaths before running to find someone who knows how to help you better
He has stated he wants to help but doesn't know how to nor does he want to be the main person you rely on
Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes
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riotlain · 1 year
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TWD Physical Affection Hcs
Bc im bored in class again🫶🫶
Hugging, PDA, kissing, and some cuddling hcs
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Rick Grimes
Hugs tightly
When its a long hug he tend to rock back and forth
Kisses your head in hugs when he leaves to go out on a run or something
Hugs from behind when youre doin something
Rubs circles on your waist with his thumb when yall cuddling
Aight with PDA like he aint gonna overdo it but he'll definitely hug you in public
Cuddling is usually him on his back and you having your head on his chest
Radiates warmth. Like constantly
Non sexual neck kisses kinda guy
Daryl Dixon
Was really really awkward at first with hugs
Youre his first real relationship so like???
When he gets around to it tho he fuckin CLINGS
Like its a bit tight but not too tight yknow
Hugs you when he leaves for a run or hunts and hugs tightly when hes back
Daryl prefers to not do pda tho
The most huggin he'll do in public is like awkward side hugs yknow??
Daryl likes to face you when yall cuddling but usually you end up with either him as the big spoon or your face in his chest
Soft kisses. Mwah mwah
Forehead kisses like alot alot
Carl Grimes
Also radiates warmth
His hugs are pretty loose unless hes been away for a while
He rests his head on your shoulder alot
Also has the habit of rocking while hugging for a while
Carl doesnt show affection in public that much
He holds your hand and gives you quick kisses
Loves kissing you like hes down for any kind of kiss
Forehead kisses, hand kisses, cheek kisses
Bro is literally an attention whore /j
Kisses you after fights
Cuddling starts with you in his chest or him in yours. But he moves around in his sleep quite a bit
Usually ending with him on top of you
Glenn Rhee
Lovely hugs chefs kiss
Strokes your hair when yall hug
I feel like his hands are like very warm but the rest of him changes constantly
Kisses you every morning and every night
Likes to be little spoon but you didnt hear that from me
Usually puts his face in your chest when yall cuddling
Aight with PDA but gets if you aint
Usually holds hands with you
Another non sexual neck kisses guy
Paul (Jesus) Rovia
Aint against pda.
Aka he usually holds your hand or hand an arm around you waist
He moves alot in his sleep so cuddling will start with yall spooning or facing each other
Then in the morning you guys are spread out on the bed
Enjoys any kind of kiss
When hes gone for long (or nearly fucking dies) on a run he gives mighty tight hugs
Swings you around in hugs when hes particularly happy
Negan Smith
Tight hugs tight hugs tight hugs
Kisses roughly usually
Its just how he is hes a rough man
Will be alot softer though if its been a long day
Hes a big spoon sorry
Rocks you in tight hugs
Will also swing you around
Kisses you anywhere and in anyway
Doesnt matter
Neck kisses neck kisses
Rubs circles on your waist when cuddlin
Simon
Another rough kisser
Likes to kiss you randomly to surprise you
Always has his hands on you in public
He puts his hand in your back pocket or around your waist
Non sexual (and probably sexual) neck kisses
Kisses your hand as a joke
Warm. Like a furnace
He likes to lay on top of you
Always feelin you up when yall cuddling like man💀💀
Owen (Wolf)
Doesnt care where
Hugs real tightly (possessive mf)
Cuddles are usually him being a big spoon
Hugs from behind alot
Either hardly any pda or hes all over you
Depends on his mood
Warm hands like immensely warm
Likes to hold your hand but would never admit it
Kisses are actually pretty gentle
Unless yall are making out then🧍‍♂️
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redcoralpot · 2 months
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we NEED fluff of our boy glenn !!! /nf
like the aftermath of S6 EP3, male!reader comforting glenn after finding him traumatized from an certain act after the herd (unless you know the actual event im not tryna spoil anyone here)
and a lil canon divergence? like we and glenn get to talk enid in a respectful manner
hope that's enough for you to work with !! mwamwa!
Quick practice to help me recover from writer's block!!
Left to My Own Devices - Glenn Rhee x M! Reader
Summary: After Nicholas' unfortunate demise, Glenn is alone with his thoughts, but not for long.
Warnings: Blood/gore descriptions, violence, suicide, and death.
Word Count: 1.1K
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Ten hours.
Glenn had been stuck under a dumpster for ten hours. What had been a deafening amount of shuffling and groaning had slowly trickled down to a few every once and a while, though he could tell at least one walker was feasting on Nicholas. 
His heart had never stopped pounding since he slid under the bin, a crude attempt at keeping his body and breathing under a tight hold, but exhaustion was starting to creep under his skin. Yet still, Glenn did not dare to relax. One squish… two squish, three– it was never ending. He doubted that Nicholas was even recognizable at this point, but he had to have known that before he put a gun to his head. Right?
On the opposite side of the dumpster, there were a pair of work boots, attached to stained jeans that covered any skin. It smelled disgusting; mud, blood, and rotting guts coming together to make an odor that was impossible to get away from. Glenn’s stomach grew uneasy, the image of his friend stained into his mind. Chances were that it was just a straggler from the main herd that had crowded the two of them before, but he couldn’t risk using his gun to get rid of it, not if the others were still within a mile. 
Glenn slipped a hand into his pocket, flicking a sturdy knife open in his palm. It was sharp enough to cut the tendons of its ankles, making it an easy kill, even for someone in his state. His jaw clenched, ready to strike. However, right before he raised his knife, movement caused him to pause. It was starting to stumble away, around the dumpster. Towards Nicholas. 
A thump, a gurgle, as if the walker fell on its knees in relief for the free snack. In any other situation, Glenn would have chuckled to himself. Through the crack between the asphalt and his face, he witnessed something similar; a corpse was on its side, facing him. Its eye twitched, completely limp, but it had nothing similar to the hefty shoes the other had. Sneakers, the kind every kid was required to have for gym class, only loosely hanging on to its feet. Glenn’s gaze followed as the boots firmly kicked the walker away from him, a deep grunt coming from the perpetrator. 
“Huh,” they said, crouching beside Nicholas’ body, “this doesn’t look good.”
He recognized that voice, back from Alexandria. Glenn briefly considered the prospect that this was a dream at best, a hallucination caused by exhaustion at worst. He ultimately decided against it. 
Glenn knew his voice was rough from dehydration and disuse, “Hello?”
“Rhee, is that you?” You perked up.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
You hissed, reaching a hand out for him to take, “What the fuck happened? Everyone thought you were dead!”
“There was a herd and Nicholas…” Glenn trailed off, bile rising in his throat. He couldn’t look at you, choosing instead to stumble onto his feet on his own. 
“Got caught?”
“Nah, something else.”
You eyed the gun besides his remains, a sense of understanding settling over your face, “Do you need to sit down?”
“We need to get away from here– did everyone else make it back?” 
“Not that I know of,” you hesitated, “but Alexandria was attacked while you were gone, by Wolves. I don’t recall seeing David, Annie, or Sturgess come back, and Betsy is in shock.”
Glenn bit his cheek, “Sturgess didn’t make it.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but a creaking noise behind you made your head whip around. Perhaps instinctively, you moved your body in front of him as you scanned the area. Two dark eyes were peeking from around the corner, wide and scared, wisps of brown hair falling from the girl’s ponytail. Though your muscles were still tense, you lowered your weapon, clicking your tongue against your teeth.
“Enid.”
“Alexandria isn’t safe,” she whispered.
You shook your head, “So you followed me? That was at least ten times more unsafe than whatever went down back there.”
“I could’ve handled myself!”
“You’re thirteen or something, you can’t.”
“I’m sixteen–”
Glenn finally spoke up, “Being inside a walled community is always safer than going on your own.”
You patted his back, “We’re going to Alexandria and you’re coming with us.”
Enid seemed to know better than to argue, instead choosing to peel the gun out of Nicholas’ hands. The three of you set off, slipping through a hole in the wire fence, flies buzzing off of a familiar face. A stained piece of paper was laid inches from his fingers, the blood spread onto it dried into a crusty brown. You blocked the view from the other two, but Glenn was too observant for his own good at times. Suddenly, the bags under his eyes seemed more sunken, and he looked like a shell of the energetic Glenn you grew close to after the farm burned down. 
“Do you need some food?” you suggested, trying to keep his attention.
“I honestly don’t think my stomach can handle it, man.”
You peered at his pale face, “Well, the offer is always up; I stole some chocolate chip granola bars from a lovely bald man.”
“Morgan? He’s not even bald.” That got the tip of Glenn’s mouth to quirk upward.
“I can see his scalp shining from a mile away, don’t lie.”
Enid rolled her eyes, “There’s a difference between being bald and having a buzzcut.”
“Please, there’s a centimeter of a difference!”
“You stink.”
You shrugged, a piece of human intestines making a bloody trail behind you, “I had to blend in somehow.”
Her nose scrunched up, and a reminder of the predicament they were in made Glenn grimace. His limbs were starting to feel heavy, the sides of his vision fading in and out, his stomach gurgling– Glenn didn’t know how much longer he could keep going. He was not about to give up, unlike Nicholas, never like Nicholas. Nicholas whose body pushed them both to their deaths knowing only one would actually suffer from it– until there was a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. A spark of anger was the only thing he could muster up before an immense sadness washed it away. Your hands were calloused, firm, from being one of the most hardworking men in the community Glenn knew, constantly repairing the wall or training the incapable. 
While you were here, it would be okay. If anything at all, nowadays, Glenn could put his faith in that with full certainty.
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ghost-wysteria · 1 year
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Maggie: this is a list of all the places judas could've run off to this time.
Daryl:
Daryl: this is a globe?..
Glenn: yeah we don't know where the fuck he is..
Daryl: carl where's my son-
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keep-it-dead · 2 years
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My pronouns are he/they, I'm 20 years old, I'm not really sure what else to say, but if you have questions feel free to ask. This is my Stranger Things blog, This is my Harry Potter blog, this is my Stray Kids blog, this is my Tomorrow x Together blog and this is my Ateez blog.
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nonesenseushi · 9 months
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My first time posting. I wrote a thing and got told to share it.
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The Walking Dead x Male Mute!Reader HC’s
Daryl probably didn’t trust or like you right off the bat:
• He didn’t like how quiet you were, like deadass you never made a sound, even while walking
• Doesn’t realize your mute at first and figured you just thought you were too good to talk to anyone
• Probably has beef with you because you use a bow and arrow
• He soon comes to respect you when you prove your willingness to help protect the group
• Even more so when he realizes you don’t talk because you just 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵
Rick probably trusts you right away, although he isn’t much of a fan of how you just kinda do your own thing:
• He likes that you’ll usually do what he asks(orders) - little does he know that what he tells you to do, you were already planning on doing it
• Because of your quietness, you can easily get in and out of places without being noticed - be that by walkers or people - and he 100% uses that to the group’s advantage
• Rick doesn’t like that you disappear from the group at times, even when your hunkered down somewhere; the prison for example, you’d sometimes just vanish and no one could find you
• When you come back though you usually have stuff that the group needs or wants, so they can’t be too mad
Glenn is pretty neutral towards you at first, although you somehow become pretty good friends:
• He was really unnerved from you at first, with how quiet you were and the hard RBF you got
• Because you both were quiet and quick, you often got sent on runs together and he 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 it
• Glenn realized you weren’t so bad when you made a joke one time on a run;
You both were in some sort of hardware store gathering supplies when Glenn bent down to grab something. A fart noised sounded in the store and with how quiet it was, Glenn heard it loud and clear.
He stood up and looked at you in embarrassment, truly believing that sound had come from him, only to stop when he saw the grin on your face and the playful glint in your eye. You repeated the noise, blowing a raspberry at him before your shoulders shook in silent laughter.
• After that you both became good friends
• He also realized that you weren’t some hardass that was constantly judging people
• Although he’s definitely caught you staring at the others when they did something questionable, definitely judging them.
• Glenn always found those moments funny, seeing the look of confusion or disbelief on your face
Carl likes you, he thinks your really cool:
• He thinks it’s really cool how you use a bow and arrow (something Daryl is totally not a little jealous of)
• Would beg you to teach him how to use it
• You would, only to grin and silently laugh when he somehow smacks himself in the face with the bow string
• You of course would apologize for laughing and properly teach him how to use it, although he can’t for the life of him draw it back at first
• Carl also thinks it’s really cool how quiet you are as he gets older
• Young Carl was definitely afraid to approach you because of your RBF
• As he gets older though he admires your stealth and will even ask how to be stealthier like you
Other characters:
Merle:
• Merle was convinced that you were lying about being mute
• He probably followed you one day while you went for a hunt or something to confront you
• You beat his ass six ways till Sunday
• He didn’t pester you after that, although Daryl tried to kick your ass for beating up his brother
Maggie:
• She probably thought you were kinda weird at first
• But she was also really curious about you
• Her and Glenn both went to you about the other, Glenn to be an absolute simp, and Maggie to see if Glenn was truly a good guy
Shane:
• Bro hated you from the start
• Because of how quiet you are, he felt like he was always being watched (he was)
• You always had this blank stare when you looked at him, it made him feel like you knew all his secrets (you did)
• You knew about him sleeping with Lori, at first you didn’t care for it but then Rick showed up and turned out to be her husband
• Shane was only a little thankful that you were mute so you couldn’t tell everyone what you knew
• He still knew that you could destroy him through, so he was very careful
• You only tortured him psychologically a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦
• Especially after Otis died
• You had gone with them on the run and had supposedly gotten separated from them when the walkers showed up
• Shane knew better by that point though
• You seemed to know everything
Hershel:
• Just like the rest of the group, he didn’t want you on his farm
• He seemed to like you the most though because you didn’t carry a gun - at all - and you weren’t aggressive like Daryl
• It helped that you put your bow and arrows down whenever he asked for no weapons
• Overall you were just respectful towards the man and he appreciated it
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glennrheesworld · 1 month
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if you do negan could you do any kind of thing about reader being his son and meeting up after not seeing eachother for the apocalypse
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𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧~
genre: angst & fluff pairing: Negan x m!reader summary: It's been years since the reader has last heard of and seen his dad, Negan. That's until now. warning: cursing & mention of death
a/n: wrote this whole entire thing at 2AM... my sleep schedule is fucked up 😭 (not proofread)
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Negan had left you and Mom back at home, as he had decided to find the necessary medical supplies to aid Mom’s health condition. But he was taking a while and so you decided to go out and look for him; leaving behind Mom who was sleeping soundlessly.
After aimlessly yet cautiously walking around town, you had found yourself lost. Everything was in ruins and just unrecognizable, which made matters worse. You didn’t know where to go or where to find Negan. It had been a full day and when you finally found your way back home, you came face-to-face with a terrifying scene.
Mom’s heart had stopped. And Mom was no longer Mom, but a corpse rotting on the bed you would often cuddle in with her.
You couldn’t hold back the tears that began to spill, the heartache burning inside you as you clutched at your chest. Dad was nowhere to be seen. So, you stayed there for a week, expecting Dad to show up, maybe even expecting that everything would be back to normal when you closed your eyes every night. Desperately wanting to wake up from this nightmare.
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It had been years since the death of Mom and since you’ve seen Negan. You didn’t know what happened to Dad, but one thing was for sure. You hated him for leaving that day and not returning.
Surviving on your own wasn’t as hard as you thought. Sure, you had no company and were often bored of the silence, yet it was peaceful. You still miss Mom and Dad, but you learned to live on your own, to live for them.
Walking through a now abandoned neighborhood, you could feel the soft breeze of the chilly summer afternoon. You were searching for shelter, as you had been sleeping in a car for the past month before someone decided to ransack the vehicle, taking almost everything, you had inside.
Finally reaching a nice and somewhat clean-looking house, you decide to enter it. Ready in case a Walker lunges at you. You open the door wide enough, holstering your machete as your eyes scan the inside.
After a while of making sure the home was clear of Walkers, you shut the door and let yourself fall on the couch, a sigh leaving your lips.
Your stomach grumbles, reminding you that you haven’t eaten in days. With a soft groan, you get off the couch and walk into the kitchen. It was small, yet colorful. You open the cabinets and cupboards only two find a few canned foods.
Turning the 4 cans, you read the front of them: Canned Corn, Canned Peaches, Tomato Soup, and Baked Beans. It wasn’t something appetizing, but it would do the job. A spoonful of corn is shoved into your mouth, helping to get rid of the hunger you’re feeling. The can was almost empty, and your boredom was beginning to get to you.
But before you can even think of what to do, the sound of footsteps can be heard right outside the front door.
Fuck, why this house out of all?
You thought to yourself before quickly shoving the other canned food into your backpack and getting your machete readying in a strong grip. Your eyes dart around the kitchen, trying to find the perfect hiding spot. The pantry or under the table.
The door opens and you can hear what sounds like three men talking, steps getting closer, and just before they reach the kitchen, you duck under the table.
Pressing your back against the wall, you bite your tongue to keep quiet and ready for anything. Your eyes follow the shoes as they walk past the table. The noise of cabinets flying open, and dishes being moved around with the sound of two men talking filled the small kitchen before it slowly faded away.
You discreetly watch from under the table, following the men walk out of the kitchen with your eyes, The floorboards and staircase creak as they walk up to the second level of the home. This was your only chance to get out and so you took it.
Sneaking out from under the table you fix your backpack before quietly running out of the kitchen into the living room, almost out the front door before you’re stopped halfway.
“Oh, not so fast young man.” A teasing voice calls after you, having caught you trying to run out of the house. A voice you recognized so well.
You grit your teeth, cursing under your breath, “Shit.” You weren’t expecting anyone to be in the living room.
Slow heavy steps walk to behind you, your back facing this stranger.
“If I were you, I would drop that.” He’s talking about your machete. You feel your eyes sting and your heart begins to beat with anxiety. Something you haven’t felt in so long.
You slowly turn around with hands raised, weapon still in your possession. Your eyes land on his face.
He looked the same but, still different. Something about him had changed and you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.
“Dad?” Your voice wavers, holding yourself together.
Negan’s smirk falls off his face when he stares at you, eyes scanning your face. His eyes search yours, trying to read you. Wondering if he was dreaming again.
“Son?” He lowers his bat, face softening when it fully settles in him. He had found you, after years of searching. You were there, standing just a couple of feet away from him. All this time he thought his only son was gone forever, never to be found.
Even though you had so much anger bottled up inside you, you still couldn't hold back the joy and relief you felt when seeing your dad. Without hesitation, you drop your weapon and run toward him, embracing him in a tight and much-needed hug.
“Every day, I thought about you,” Negan tightens the hug, the sensation of feeling the love and relief from him made you at ease. He lets out a chuckle, pulling you back to grab the sides of your shoulders, looking you up and down.
He smiles down at you, eyes teary as he sniffles. “You've grown into a hell of a survivor, kid. I'm proud of you.” He grabs your face before ruffling your hair, earning a slight groan from you.
“I learned from the best.” You tell him, a sad smile on your lips. Negan seems to take notice of it as he pats your shoulder. “I'm sorry I couldn't protect you like I promised.”
His words make your heartache.
“It’s all in the past now… I’m just glad to have found you, Dad.” You remind him, blinking back tears before he pulls you back into a hug. This time, something different filled the room.
Peace.
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misterier · 1 year
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what about carl grimes x male reader who is glenn’s younger brother?? maybe the reader was split up from glenn and was reunited with him at alexandria. also could the reader be pretty outgoing, sociable, and funny (a bit of a flirt too??). honestly do whatever you want with it i just crave carl grimes ❤️❤️❤️
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|| I thought this was an episode and spend days going over episodes and giving up so I just decided to make my own, I'm sorry this took so long bro! And sorry its kinda short n sucky I had no idea what to do 😭
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You were really beginning to regret asking your brother to take you and your boyfriend for a hunt, the three of you were completely apart. Man you were scared as hell, your machete was firmly squeezed into your fists, humor was your survival mechanism so you had to make some kind of joke right? Nothing better than being out in the middle of nowhere by yourself. "Knock knock?" You wondered, laughing at yourself, "Who's there?" You answered, not even two hours of being alone and you were losing it. "Interrupting cow" "Interrupting cow wh-" "MOO!"" You whisper shouted, practically cackling while swinging your machete in your hand aimlessly.
You'd heard the same joke three times already, and you were getting sick of it. You stopped in the middle of the woods and slapped yourself hard across the face, and bounced on your feet quickly as if you were about to box someone, get your head in the game man. You’re gonna find them. All of the sudden you were grinning again, you had this. You’re going to get back to your boyfriend and your brother.  
At this point you were running through the leaves, not a care in the world as you strained your voice to call out the boys’ names. “CARL! GLENN-” “Y/n?” Your head spun quicker than a gun barrel “Carl!” You beamed clenching your machete and running full force to him so you could tackle him. Carl's arms were held out wide for you a relieved smile on his face.
The two of you held each other tightly, gripping at eachothers jackets for dear life. "I missed you," muttered Carl against your neck while he nearly destroyed your ribs with the mere force of his hug. 
You pulled away with a confident smile, “It's only been like an hour? You really love me allot huh?” Carl’s face flushed red and he attempted to hide it with his hat “No- I mean- I love you but I’m not like- desperate or anything.”
You couldn't contain your laughter and your burst out in cackles while he stood embarrassed, “Shut up!” You smiled back up at him and raised your hands in surrender. “Fine, we have to find Glenn anyway.”
Your boyfriend nodded and grabbed your free hand and walked with you through the thick woods, “’M pretty sure we split up ‘round here,” He said firmly and let go of your hand, his head turning constantly to look in the trees on one side while you looked through the rest. You could hear the sound of Alexandrians talking amongst themselves, you where close to home and you still had no idea where Glenn was.
“Just look at us, all alone.” You flirted in a joking manner, moving closer to elbow your boyfriend who slapped your arm and scoffed, also joking. “Y/n! There could be baby squirrels out here!” You both burst into loud laughter. You grinned at your boyfriends laughing face and planted a soft kiss to his cheek and you felt something hit your shoulder, you turned confused, apparently Carl was hit as well because he looked in the same durriction.
You turned to look up slowly, low and behold, Glenn was up in the tree, his legs dangling down and a smile spared on his face. “You boys are gross.” The older man scoffed, jumping down to his feet. 
You lifted your hand to create an ‘L’ with your thumb and index but Glenn just ruffled your hair. “Come on, dinners probably done by now.” You and Carl rolled your eyes but followed eagerly after him.
Your smiles were contagious Glenn found his cheeks hurting after just looking at the two of you holding hands and grinning ear to ear. The thing you two had was absolutely adorable.
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theodorelore · 11 months
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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❊ daryl dixon
❊ carl grimes
❊ michonne
❊ carol peletier
❊ maggie greene
❊ negan
❊ glenn rhee
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marsrblg · 2 years
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twd fic recs <3
multiple characters
reader coming out [platonic daryl dixon, rick grimes, negan smith, maggie rhee, glenn rhee, tara chambler, carl grimes, aaron] (gn reader)
rick grimes
"we should get married" (male reader)
traveling with rick (male reader)
beard scratches (male reader)
carl grimes
dating carl hcs (gn reader)
fluff alphabet (male reader)
carl protecting reader during the alexandria bombing (gn reader)
cuddling with carl (gn reader)
summer date with carl (gn reader)
carl being whipped hcs (male reader)
rick interrupting a make-out session (male reader)
falling asleep with carl (gn reader)
rick's pov of carl's relationship (gn reader)
reader helping when carl gets lost (male reader)
carl confesses (male reader)
saving carl from being bitten (male reader)
listening to robert smith with carl (gn reader)
dating carl hcs [02 cw homophobia] (male reader)
comforting carl after a nightmare (gn reader)
changing carl's bandage (gn reader)
carl comforting reader after a nightmare (gn reader)
cuddling with carl (gn reader)
daryl dixon
confronting daryl about being embarassed to show affection in public [cw child abuse implication] (male reader)
he confesses after getting hurt (male reader)
[non apocalypse au] seeing daryl for the first time after years [cw child abuse implication] (male reader)
nightmare comfort [tw abuse] (gn reader)
single dad reader x daryl (male reader)
reader has tattoos (gn reader)
daryl confesses after a near death experience (gn reader)
daryl drabble (gn reader)
daryl confesses after a near death experience [02] (gn reader)
comfort after reader gets hurt (gn reader)
daryl drabble [02] (gn reader)
daryl protecting reader from spencer (gn reader)
slow dancing with daryl (male reader)
glenn rhee
reader has trouble sleeping (male reader)
glenn proposes (gn reader)
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riotlain · 1 year
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TWD crushing on (an Oblivious) Reader
YOOO WE KINDA DUMB
upset there isnt alot of twd x male reader fics that arent smut but anyways
my very select few men💀💀 i might do a part 2 i just wanted to post
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Daryl Dixon
Our man Mr. Daryl Hiding His Emotions Dixon 🫶🫶
Its fine you didn't notice at first
He seems like he kinda hates you from how quiet he is. Quite the opposite
Being quite in love with someone who isnt a woman is kinda just like. Not processed in his mind??
He didn't know how to feel at first
But eventually he confessed to Carol about how he feels (she suspected something but anyways)
To be honest he had a plan to ask you out
But was extremely extremely hesitant
"They prolly don' even like guys" He'd say
I think both of yall are oblivious
It was a group effort to get yall together
Like all these long ass runs, leaving gifts saying it was from the other
You probably had to be the one to confess ngl
Glenn Rhee
Glenn aint too obvious. Thats what he tells himself atleast
Hes very obviously crushing on you. The only one who cant see it is you
He'd pull harmless pranks, compliment you, help you around, usually adding on a lil wink for lil extra
Yet you still didn't get it. You just thought he was being a goody good friend
Especially since its a bit hard to find any queer folk that like you around here IN FUCKING VIRGINIA/GEORGIA
"You look nice today, Y/n." *Shitty Glenn wink* "Oh thanks man!"
Your obviousness is apart of what Glenn absolutely loved about you though
It gives him time to really think out his lil confession
Which took a while but he had it down! Flowers!!
Who doesnt like flowers??
Well Glenn originally planned to give you flowers. That was until Eugene let it slip that he likes you one time💀💀
You ended up interrupting Glenn like mid confession just because you knew
Simon
Negan teases him for his obviousness
Simon would yell it to the top of his lungs if he must (he probably has to)
Always gives you any ice cream or first shot of a drink
He also always has his arm around you or is LITERALLY FLIRTING WITH YOU
You couldnt tell tho. he looked gay and homophobic to be honest.
So you just didnt say anything
Simon, running out of ideas, asked Negan for any ideas
Since its, Negan what do you expect? Something cute and romantic?? No
SHOW OFF YOUR SEXUAL PROWESS OF COURSE‼️
So with this in mind Simon approached your room with some drinks and did what he does best!
Sexual jokes about his dick and such seeing if you'd take the bait
You didn't you just got a bit flustered and laughed along
Until yknow he actually just went with the impulse and kissed you
FINALLY YOU GET THAT HES LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU
Owen (Wolf)
The king of being either really obvious or the complete opposite
Depending on your guy's situation then heres the various ways itll go down
Owens a prisoner in Alexandria? He'll tell you nearly everything about him. Along with the fact if he gets out of there hes taking you with him!
How romantic!!
If youre apart of the Wolves then you have for sure caught his eye!
He'd do anything for you and I mean anything! Well as long as he's yknow still in control of the situation.
You cant ignore him either. He'll make as much noise as possible for you to go back to talking to him.
Owen will try to stalk you to see what you like
Or try to get that info out of you through a weird interrogation
You dont notice though. If anything youre a bit weirded out that this kinda crazy cult guy is like asking you your favorite color but anyways
Eventually in the middle of one of these investigations hes just gonna kiss you (probably quite roughly too)
"I like you. So youre mine now." "I- Ok sure??"
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Uhmm do u do Glenn x make reader👉👈
Oh and if u do can pls do a smut but no cheating pls I luv Maggie😔❤️
Poker Face - Glenn Rhee X Male Reader (Smut)
Hey everyone! I finally got it done 🎉 sorry for the long wait!! Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I kind of rushed it and it’s my first smut in a few years 😵‍💫 (And was I listening to Lady Gaga while writing this? Of course)
Word Count: 1.1K
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    - “What are you doing out here?” you whisper to a stranger, sitting down on the porch. 
    The warm air whipped your cheek as you stared at him, ignoring the screams coming from inside the house. His lanky figure tensed up and he opened his eyes.
    “I needed a break.”
    You slid closer, your thighs touching his, “I can understand that.”
    “Yeah, I mean, it’s been a lot lately.”
    “That’s the understatement of the century,” you laugh, “I never got your name.”
    Seeing his expression was difficult without sunlight, “It’s Glenn.”
    “That name’s pretty, I like it.”
    A particularly loud scream startled you both, the man beside you jumping in skittish surprise. In an effort to calm him, you placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it in circles. 
    “Why don’t we go somewhere more secluded? You look like you need it,” you offer. 
    “But what if they need me? I can’t just leave them.”
    “There’s plenty of people around who can help if they need anything, I promise.”
    “Still—”
    “You can’t do shit if you’re this anxious, it’ll be fine. They’ll understand.”
    Glenn looked torn, his body stuck between wanting to come with you and stiff loyalty to his group. His eyes were wide; you decided that they looked rather pretty like that. The moon was high in the sky, causing a gentle glint to grace them. Standing up, you turned towards him and reached out a hand. 
    “It’s your choice.”
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    One thing you noticed about Glenn was that he manages to be quick and silent at the same time. It was honestly impressive, in your opinion, as you could barely hear the shuffle of his feet behind you. Crickets sing their songs as you stopped, plopping down on a nearby log. The half-rotten wood creaked as the other man chose to do the same. 
    Looking at him, you asked, “So where did your group come from?”
    He shrugged, “The city nearest to here.”
    “That’s nice, I haven’t been off the farm since it all started. Hershel says it isn’t too bad out there, but I’m having a hard time believing him.”
    You could feel sweat dripping uncomfortably down your chest, so you fumbled with your top shirt buttons until they opened, exposing it to air. You exhaled in brief relief, turning back to Glenn. To your surprise, the man’s head whipped away at the same time, gulping. 
     A knowing smirk threatened to take over your face, but you managed to innocently ask, “Is something the matter?”
     “No, um, nothing’s wrong,” he nervously replied, his eyes refusing to meet yours. 
     You lean closer, studying his face, “Are you completely sure?”
    “Maybe?”
    Tilting your mouth towards his ear, you whisper, “It’s your choice, what do you really want?”
     For extra dramatics, you brushed your lips against it before pulling away. 
    “A distraction.”
    “Hm?”
     “I want a distraction,” he mumbled. 
     Taking his chin in your hand, you force him to look up at you, “I’m gonna need you to speak up.”
      “I need a distraction,” he complied. 
       “Such as?”
       Glenn swallowed, “You know, sex.”
       “Good job, now get on your knees.”
       As he slipped down, you reached down and unzipped your pants. With your other hand, you patted his head. You felt almost lightheaded as you pulled it out, watching as he stared all the while. That was plenty enough to tell you that he’d been thinking about it for some time. 
     Your dick is now standing proudly out, and the raven-haired man kneeling before you almost immediately went in for the treat. However, right before he could, you tightened your grip on his hair and stopped him. 
      “You’re so impatient,” you tutted, “if you ever need to stop, tap on my thigh twice. Got it?”
      “Yeah, yeah, I definitely got it,” Glenn stuttered. 
     Releasing your grip, you allowed him to nuzzle the underside of your shaft as you sat back and watched. Tentatively, he licked a trail up to the head, before taking it into his mouth. You groaned, heat sizzling through your body. 
     Glenn swirled his tongue, eagerly taking in more. You brushed your fingers over his head, muscles tense with the strain of keeping your nonchalant demeanor. Under him, Glenn was palming himself through his jeans, trying his best to get off at the same time. If you peered closely, you could see a dark spot making itself known. You’d have to get back to that. But for now, you knocked his hand away with your boot. 
     “I never said you could touch yourself,” you hissed, and the man under you keened. 
      “Shit,” you moaned, “can I fuck your face?”
      He nodded the best he could with your cock in his mouth, giving a few final sucks before you pulled him off. You let him rest for a few minutes, studying how he panted harshly. His face was red and his hair was messed up, spit and precum dripping down his chin. 
      “You’re doing so amazing,” you huffed, breaching his mouth with your cock once again. 
      The surgery, the walkers, the screams, all were forgotten as Glenn relaxed into your grasp. Slowly, you got rougher, until soon enough you were thrusting into his mouth with confidence. The dark spot on his jeans had gotten bigger and every few thrusts, the man whined, his thighs shaking. The head of your dick touched the back of his throat as you fell into a steady rhythm, feeling his moans vibrating through you. They got more and more desperate, each one making the knot in your gut grow tighter. Finally, Glenn let out a shaking sob and the blaze in your gut snapped. 
      “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you warned, thrusting a few final times before everything around you whited out and a red hot shiver took over your body. 
      Glenn himself shook, the haze of pleasure covering the salty and warm taste of your cum as he swallowed it all. Both heaving in the aftermath, you brushed some of the fallen strands of hair out of his face. 
     “That was,” the man breathed, “that was awesome.”
    You chuckled, “Let me help you finish.”
    As soon as you spoke, his face burst into a massive blush. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, thinking back to the dark spot on his jeans earlier. 
    “Well, um,” he stumbled, seeming embarrassed. 
    The man clicked open his jeans, showing you the sticky mess inside his pants and his ruined boxers. 
    “Wow.”
     “It was just really good so—”
     “Don’t worry about it, I think it’s hot.” You stood up, slipping up your zipper and holding out your hand. 
     “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
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Darkest Before the Dawn
Chapter 6 : But I'm Dreaming of You
Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader
Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.
Chapter summary : The CDC proves to be a place of refuge...and wine. You get drunk, talk to Daryl, and have a dream that will linger in your mind for a long while.
Chapter warnings : OKAY!!! LET'S HOPE I GET EVERYTHING HAHA!!! Smut!!!! Reader has a sex dream that includes piv, male masturbation, fantasies including oral (f receiving), daryl is thirsting, language, drinking, pleaseeee let me know if I missed anything!!
Word count : 2k
A/N : so things are heating up now
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The CDC had proven to be some form of miracle. After being on the road, tired and hungry and hopeless, sitting at a large table filled with food and wine was a dream. You sat next to Glenn, head airy and light as you entwined your arms and sipped your wine glasses. After all the loss, this felt like a win.
Your friends gathered around, joking and laughing, sharing stories, it gave your mind and body a peace you hadn't had in months. Even Daryl, who you'd thus far known to be cold and guarded, is nursing his own glass and tossing jokes. "Keep drinking, little man. I wanna see how red your face can get!" He says to Glenn, who giggles over his glass. You laugh, giving Glenn a gentle shove. Daryl points to you next. "You too, girl." You salute with your glass, tipping it back. Daryl refills it. It's fun and lighthearted and hell, it's exactly what you need.
And then Shane ruins it. While Shane goes through his interrogation, you do your best to block out the sad tale he forces out of Jenner. Instead, you stay silent, tossing back refill after refill of your wine and spoonful after spoonful of pasta.
By the end of the dinner, you're nothing short of wasted. Prior to the apocalypse, you hadn't much experience with alcohol. That, in combination with the lack of drinking for months, had thoroughly set you on the path to slurred words and stumbled steps.
You shamble through Jenner's tour, tripping over your own two feet. He finally says something your drunken mind deems important: hot water. There are limited showers, so everyone argues over who goes first. You're too out of it to argue, but someone must state your case, because you're being ushered off in the first group. "Because you'll pass out if you don't go first." Someone says. You take their word for it. Maybe it'll sober you up some.
When the hot water cascades over your back, it feels like it takes the weight of the world away with it as it flows into the drain. You smile into the open air, careless and drunk and happy for the first time in weeks. Getting to wash the grease out of your hair with running water is a privilege you'd thought long gone. The shower is even stocked with razors, but in your drunken state you know that's not a good idea. Instead, you lather in the scented bodywash laid out, scrubbing your skin with a heavy hand. The steam surrounding you begins to smell like roses and lavender. You breathe it in greedily. There are few good smells these days. This place, the CDC, it feels like life before all the death. When you slip, landing thankfully uninjured on your backside, you acknowledge it to be time to pry yourself out from under the stream.
Leaving the bathroom, you stumble through the halls. You can't remember what room was designated to you, and your eyes grow heavier each second. You decide to peek inside one of them, finding the vast space seemingly empty.
You make your way sloppily into the room, flopping face first onto the bed, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. "Tha' hell?" Typically, the sudden voice would scare you, but you simply can't be bothered.
Instead, you don't even lift your head, mumbling out a muffled, "What?" Into the sheets.
Daryl stares at the back of your head dumbfoundedly. He sits on the couch at the opposite end of the room, nursing a bottle of liquor. He was enjoying his peace and quiet, but of course, you of all people can't allow that. Still, seeing a woman naked and sprawled out on the bed he claimed as his own was certainly an unexpected end to his night.
He thinks you must've fallen asleep in his lack of response, so he stands, approaching the bed quietly. He reaches his arm out to your shoulder, intending to shake you awake to get the hell off his bed, but before he can make contact, you turn and grab his wrist. "What are you doing?" You slur, eyeing him suspiciously. He scoffs, wrestling his arm out of your weak grip and shuffling back a few steps. Your eyes follow him intensely.
"Tryin' to get you out. Ain't in the mood to babysit!" He defends, wiping his arm of where you'd touched him. Your hand was warm, and wet with lingering moisture from the shower. Droplets still glide across your shoulders over your arms. All of your skin radiates with a dewy, clean glow. He feels a familiar burn in his ears, averting his eyes. He pretends the painting hanging on the wall to his left is beyond interesting--but he honestly couldn't give a damn about it. Despite not looking at you, he can still smell you. In fact, he's sure you've infected the whole room with your post-shower scent. It's floral and sweet and very you. He hates that he feels that way.
"...Well! Sorry, Mr. Dickhead! Couldn't find mine and you're a stupid hunter so I didn't even know you were there!" You dramatically flail, tired and drunk.
Daryl huffs, narrowing his eyes at you. "Why don't ya' go find yer damn boyfriend!" He yells. You flinch at his volume, tucking your arms around yourself. He feels a twinge of guilt in his belly.
"He's not my boyfriend." You mumble, turning to lie on your side in a tucked ball. "Prolly won't ever will be." You draw out sadly. Daryl doesn't feel bad for you. You don't need someone like Glenn. Between the two of you, the world would eat you both alive.
But he knows he shouldn't say that. You're sad, drunk, and probably seeking comfort. He's not sure how to give that, so he sighs, sitting on the very edge of the bed, far away from your body. "Why not?" He asks, glancing at you and then back to the floor, lifting a thumb to his mouth to chew.
"I like him, I think. But I don't think he likes me." Your voice trembles, small and quaint like a child. "He's all I have now." That breaks you, tears now fully streaming.
"Nah." Daryl says simply, letting the word hang in the air for a moment. "All our people-- they love ya." He looks at you when he says it, and the blue of his eyes almost shocks you. You can't remember a time he's made such intense eye contact with you, so you allow your teary eyes to roam freely over his own. Getting lost in the different shades and the flow of them into one another. You almost forget why you're crying.
You break out into a drunken, sappy smile. You lift your upper body off the bed, towel slipping down further. Daryl tries not to look. "Thank you, Daryl." You say through a smile that makes your eyes disappear, so wide that it coats your entire face. He flushes. He can't say that a woman, or a man for that matter, has ever looked at him like this. So happy because of something he said. "Will you help me find my room?" He hates the disappointment that flushes over him, but he nods anyway.
He helps you up, and practically carries you through the halls until you come across an open door with your bag on the bed. You hold your towel up as you stumble into the room, holding the door frame with the other hand. You stop before closing the door, giving Daryl a coy smile. "Goodnight, Daryl." You tell him before shutting the door. For a reason he can't identify, those words ring through his mind all night.
Hearing the click of the door shutting, you shrug off your towel. You throw yourself down onto the bed in all your naked glory, wrapping yourself in the pillowy soft comforter and drifting off almost instantaneously.
In the hazy warmth of your dream, you lay among a bed of pillows on your side. You're naked, bare skin brushing against the sheets lazily. Behind you, you feel the warmth of a lover's presence. When you crane your neck, it's Glenn. He smiles at you in that gentle way, running the back of his hand over your cheek. It's gentle, wholesome. You lean in for a kiss, closing your eyes. He meets you halfway, gripping your cheekbone softly.
But, as the kiss grows longer, his lips get rougher, his hand runs lower to caress your neck with a calloused hand. When you open your eyes, it's no longer Glenn. Instead, it's Daryl, eyes blown with lust. He pulls you back in, and you make no move to resist. He bites your lip and presses his front into your back. Bare skin on skin, you feel everything. You feel him, in all his glory. He's trailing one hand down your stomach, applying pressure to push you into him. He starts a slow grind against your backside. "Daryl," You moan out breathlessly when his hand slips between your legs. Your own hand grabs his bicep, hips starting to move against his fingers and his own hips behind you. Then, his hand moves away from you. You whine, but his hand grips your inner thigh hard. And then he's lifting your leg, placing it over his hip and notching himself on your entrance. You gasp, turning to make eye contact and nod feverishly. Just as he starts to push in--
Your eyes snap open, lungs grasping desperately for the breath you'd been holding. It's still dark, likely only an hour since you'd fallen asleep. You've slightly sobered up, but now your skin is clammy and your heart is racing. You wish you could deny enjoying the dream, but the slick you feel between your legs betrays you. Still, you feel a weight of guilt. And so, you decide to just enter back into a frustrating, restless sleep.
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When Daryl enters the bathroom, finally ready to take a shower, he's almost angry at the smell that greets him. That same smell you'd infested his room with. He undresses quickly and haphazardly, tossing his clothes throughout the room. Ever since his earlier encounter with you, he's felt strange.
Hot, clammy. With a ball almost akin to anticipation sinking in his gut. He knows what this is. Knows it when his head starts to swim in the steamy room. He hasn't felt this way in so long. The feeling in his stomach grows and tingles into his toes under the stream of water, he's getting hard. He tries to convince himself he's only feeling this way because of the sudden sense of security, and maybe the alcohol. But as he grips himself, taking a shuddering breath, all he can think of is you.
It's wrong. God, it's so wrong. But no matter how much he tries to push the thoughts away, they always come back to you. You, wet and naked sprawled over his bed. In his thoughts, he tugs the towel off your skin, revealing everything. He'd treat you right, he thinks, panting. He'd kiss your skin and taste the fresh shower water lingering, he'd quench his thirst on your skin. He'd breathe you in before kissing you senseless. Though, he doesn't have much experience kissing. Still, what he lacks in experience he'd make up for in enthusiasm with you. For you. He'd kiss up and down your legs, from your ankles to the insides of your thighs, to where he really wants to kiss. You'd be tangy on his tongue, and maybe you'd whimper out his name. Daryl's gut grows tight, so tight that his toes curl against the slippery shower floor. Maybe your eyebrows would furrow, maybe your hands would tangle in his hair, gripping and pulling. He can almost feel it.
Suddenly, he's grunting, hips shooting forward as warmth washes over him. The shower water cascades over his form, washing his acts down the drain. There's a lingering guilt, but the relief he feels from head to toe overpowers everything. He feels more relaxed than he has in weeks.
You just never have to know that he'd ever jacked off to you, and he never has to know that you dreamt of him taking you apart. Simple enough.
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