#glenn rhee x plus size reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

25% of US internet users with an annual income of $80-100K use Tumblr.

#glenn rhee x plus size reader

ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

Text

DAY TWENTY-ONE: Handjobs w/ Glenn Rhee

a/n: I think me being behind on kinktober is just going to be a pattern atp, idk sometimes I don't feel like writing for smut but we're here now! Also, I just wanna thank you guys for all of your requests!

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02

Maintaining a relationship while you were constantly on the move was difficult, but what was even more difficult was keeping up with intimacy. Most of the time Glenn and you had never had time alone to yourselves, so the majority of your relationship was put on hold. So, when you had finally settled down in the prison, you and your boyfriend were finally able to think about settling down. Like tonight, where you had snuck to the top of the tower to join Glenn on his watch shift.

It was no surprise that you had already found yourselves entranced in an intense make out session. You were pressed up against his side, his head turned into order to kiss you. Your hand that was planted on the side of his face slid down to his jaw, then his neck, his chest, and finally stopping at his belt buckle which you fiddled with.

“Can I please touch you, baby?” You whispered against his lips, pulling back slightly so that you could gaze into his eyes. “What if someone sees?” He breathed, his chest heaving. “Not trying to be mean, hun, but almost everyone is asleep, and we're really high up.” It really wasn't that hard to convince him, because before you knew it, your hands were unfastening his belt and unzipping his fly.

As you pulled his cock out, a hiss fell from his lips, the cool night air of the prison brushing against his heated skin.

“So pretty.” You murmured against his cheek, placing sweet kisses on the side of his face as you stroked him. Tiny ‘Ah, Ah’s’ fell out his mouth as you spread the bead of pre-cum on his tip, gently pressing down on it, your thumb moving in circles. He was leaned back on his hands, the both of you watching your hand that was stroking him seductively.

“That feel good?” You barely whispered, gripping his shaft, tracing a nail on that vein on the underside of his dick. “So good.” He all but whimpered, head falling back. “Good.” You let go of him, quickly spitting on your hand before resuming your menstruations, Glenn letting out a deep groan. The entire scene was erotic, from the way you watched him, to the the way his jaw clenched, his thighs slightly shaking as he neared his end. You felt him pulse in your hand, a tiny whine of satisfaction falling from you as well.

“Cum on my hand for me, Glenny baby. 'Need it. 'Need to see you do it. 'Need to see you paint my hand.” He moaned at your dirty words, fingers desperately clawing at the concrete ground, searching for something to hold onto, to keep him stable.

As his chest rose and fell, he fucked your hand through his orgasm, sweet sounds ringing from him like a sonata as you worked him through it. When he was done, you made sure he watched you lick your hand, eyes trained on him.

“I think you got a job to do, babe.” You said with a smirk on your face.

831 notes · View notes

emisanemu · 2 years

Text

I Need Requests

I mainly work with supernatural characters right now but I’m looking to open up to the walking dead and the avengers.

I will write smut and will incorporate some kinks such as bdsm, sub and dom dynamics, biting and hickies, oral fixations, and am open to hearing kink suggestions. I also will work with rough topics and explore the nature of those topics to the best of my ability. Fluff and angst are also totally fine.

I do not write bathroom kinks, incest, abuse, underage characters in suggestive situations, non con is a definite no, nothing that can be considered illegal and no blood or death kinks. But again if there is something you’d like me to consider please tell me in your request and I’ll do research and make my decision.

Characters I write for:

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie Bradbury, Jack Kline, John Winchester, Gadreel, Samandriel.

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene, Daryl Dixon, Michonne.

The Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Piertro Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, adult Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Loki.

(Note that I am open for character suggestions)

Characters I will NOT write for:

Supernatural: Lucifer, Metatron, Dick Roman.

The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Negan, Dwight, The Governor, Lori Grimes, Andrea.

The avengers: Ultron, underage Peter Parker, Starlord, Thanos.

59 notes · View notes

thewritersaddictions · 2 years

Text

The Walking Dead: The Law Master List

Rick Grimes

Bullet (09/21/23)

Kinktober Series- Day Seven (10/07/23)

Christmas Stories- Day Twenty-Four (12/24/23)

Kinktober Series- Day Three (10/03/24)

Chirstmas Series- Day Ten (12/10/24)

Michonne

Chirstmas Series- Day Eighteen (12/18/24)

Carol Peletier

Daryl Dixon

Kinktober Series- Day Five (10/05/23)

Holy Innocence (11/16/23)

Christmas Stories- Day Eighteen (12/18/23)

Kinktober Series- Day Eighteen (10/18/24)

Christmas Series- Day Twelve (12/12/24)

The Brutes (Rick x Reader x Daryl)

The Devine Truth (05/11/24)

The Law- @Igotbasicdrag

41 notes · View notes

plus-size-reader · 5 years

Text

Baby Blue Toes

Glenn Rhee x Plus size!reader

Word Count:1300 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is Glenn’s girlfriend. She finds a bottle of nail polish on a run and wants to paint her nails.

———————————————————————————————————

You loved anything that made you feel normal.

In the world that you currently lived in, where all you could do was fight, and run, and try not to die...anything was a welcome distraction.

That was why you were so pumped about what you'd found on your run today.

It was just a small glass bottle, no more than an ounce but you couldn't help the smile that brought to your face all the same. You could tell that it wasn't brand new, but not expired by an means and a bright blue color.

Nail polish.

You would have preferred something classical, like a nice ruby red but all things considered, you'd take what you could get.

Finding something like that still preserved was a miracle in and of itself, so you weren't going to complain. It wasn't as if you could walk down to the market and pick up something else.

You weren't even sure how this polish had survived this long. There was most likely another bottle laying around.

"Glenn, look at this" you beamed, bending down to retrieve it from the floor before bringing it to him.

You had this huge smile on your face as you passed him the object, watching his face intently for any kind of emotion.

You had been so excited about it but you'd also understand if the young man didn't share in your enthusiasm. It wasn't something that would probably make his day.

And it really wasn't...except for the fact that it brought a smile to your face.

Glenn was the kind of guy who would go to great, impossible lengths for the people he loved and there was no one he loved more than you. So, if this little thing brought a smile to your face, he was all for it.

"Is this nail polish? That's great babe" he grinned, watching you turn the bottle in your fingers after he passed it back.

You were absolutely enthralled with it, watching the glass roll in your fingers.

It amazed him that something so simple could make your day. That was just the kind of person that you were though, you could always find the positive in something...even the end of the world.

He needed that. He needed to know that even on the days when he thought that it was completely helpless, and when he wanted to give up...there would always be something worth fighting for.

You inspired Glenn, to be the best man he'd ever been.

And the best part was that you didn't even seem to know it.

It was almost as if you had no idea what an impact you had on him, and that was enough to blow his mind. Still, the two of you couldn't stand around all day in town so rather than spend more time admiring you, Glenn hurried to gather the rest of the supplies.

He had all the time in the world to spend with you once you were back at the prison. He just had to know that you were safe first.

For the rest of the day, the nail polish was more or less an after thought. It just stayed there, shoved in the small front pocket of your jeans.

In fact, it wasn't until much later, as you got ready for bed that you remembered it. As you stripped your jeans from your legs, the bottle fell to the floor of the guard tower with a slight clatter.

Luckily though, it didn't break. Instead, the noise served as a reminder that you'd found it, and once again, you were smiling. You could hardly wait to try it out, hoping that the color still had enough pigment to show up on your fingers.

You bent down to swipe it up from the floor and scurried over to your mattress, where Glenn was sitting, reading some romance novel you'd found on your last run. You'd already read it, and seeing as there was nothing else around, Glenn had decided to give it a try.

The man said nothing when you plopped down beside him, instead leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek. He didn't give your intended action a second thought before continuing his reading.

The two of you remained that way for some time as you carefully painted each of your fingers. Every single line had to be perfect, especially because you didn't have a way to take it off if you made a mistake.

You were both so concentrated on what you were doing, in comfortable silence and Glenn enjoyed it.

However, it was hard to focus once you started huffing.

It was nothing but a muffled sigh at first, followed by a groan but when your reaction got more and more intense, he could tell that you were trying to get his attention.

"Can I help you baby?" he wondered, setting his book in his lap. When he finally met your eyes, he saw you staring back at him with a pout on your face.

You looked kind of pitiful, bringing a smile to his own lips as he read your face, trying to figure out what you needed.

That was the best thing about you two spending so much time together. At this point, he was able to read your body language and facial expressions with no words between you. However, it wasn't until he looked down at your foot to see what you were mad about.

Your fingers were painted perfectly blue but there was a stripe of blue across the top of your big toe, no where near where it was supposed to be.

Every time you reached down to try and paint your toes, your body got in the way. Between your thighs, and your chest, not to mention your tummy rolls, you couldn't reach your feet.

"I can't do it..." you whined, all signs of your obvious excitement draining from your face. This just wasn't worth this whole thing, you could just have bare feet. You looked defeated and that was one thing that Glenn just couldn't accept.

You were his happiness, and his light so the fact that you weren't at your best couldn't stand. If there was anything he could do for you, he would without hesitation.

Without a single word, Glenn threw down the book, abandoning what he had been doing before. Instead of the novel, the man focused his attention on your legs, pulling them across his lap. You weren't sure what he was doing, but didn't ask any questions.

Whatever Glenn had in mind, it was better to just let it run its course.

"Give it here" he hummed, reaching out to take the open polish bottle from your fingers in one hand, while the other held your right foot in place.

In that moment, it all clicked into place and you had to hold back from cooing in happiness. There was something so sweet about Glenn being willing to take over for you, having seen your defeat.

He kept painting until there was nothing left, and it made you so happy. Your feet hadn't been this pretty in years and you couldn't wait to run around the prison barefoot to show it off.

"Thank you Glenn" you beamed, throwing your arms over his neck after you were sure that the polish had dried. You didn't know what you would do without him...

You didn't even think about the struggle of trying to paint your nails after having not done it for so long but knowing that Glenn was there for you made it so much better, and that was the kind of support you needed in your life.

Because even if everything else was falling apart, at least your toes were done right.

#glenn rhee #glenn rhee x ps reader #glenn rhee x plus size reader #The Walking Dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x plus size reader #twd x reader #TWD crossover #twd x plus size reader #twd x ps reader

123 notes · View notes

witchychanel · 3 years

Text

The Walking Dead

《 🧟‍♂️ ⚰🔪🔫 🧟‍♂️ 》

《 Smut: 💦, Angst: 💔, Fluff: 💞 》

One Shots

Series

Headcanons

Drabbles

Imagine

GIF Blurbs

Preferences

68 notes · View notes

cathwritestragediesnotsins · 4 years

Text

Wanted you

Daryl x Plus size!reader (mentioned briefly)

word count: 4,330

Warnings: injury, cursing, Carl is an adorable lil sheriff man.

GIFS NOT MINE, I just gathered them from the world wide interweb.

Summary: Y/N is injured on a run and Daryl worries about her. Later Daryl gets jealous when he thinks he hears Y/N talking about another guy. (crappy summary bc tbh this story did not go where I thought it was gonna.)

________________________________________________________________

To say I was stuck between a rock and a hard place would definitely be an understatement.

I had ducked into a building-an old diner- just down the street to shield myself from the hailstorm of bullets coming from snipers set up on top of almost every building on main street.

Only to discover that building was very much overrun. I must’ve had about 17 walkers coming at me from all directions. I was worn out and bleeding out of a bullet wound to my left shoulder so it was very clear I wasn’t going to make it out of this one.

That, however, didn’t mean I was going to go down easy.

I pull out my knife and plunge it into the head of the nearest walker which gives me a few precious seconds to reload my gun. Once I’ve put in a new clip I start popping off rounds as fast as I can, taking out as many walkers as possible while making my way toward the counter situated near the back. My shoulder screams in protest to every movement and I’m starting to feel light headed but I press on.

I have to make it back. I have to make it back. I have to make it back. I have to make it back. I have to make it back.

I repeat this mantra over and over again in my head. Its the only thing keeping me conscious right now.

I reach the bar and shove myself over it to put something between the vicious hoards of biters that’re on my tail. There’s 9 left which would normally be a bit more manageable but not with the way my vision is starting to black out around the edges.

I shake my head to refocus and wipe the sweat off my brow before raising my gun again.

The room finally blurs out just as I’m about to pull the trigger.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

“Damn it” Daryl mutters to himself as he crouches down behind an old barrel situated toward the end of the street.

His ammo is running low, he can’t move without getting hit by the snipers, and he’s lost track of Y/N. He knew he shouldn’t have brought her along on this run.

He glances around frantically and decides to make his way into the closest building and hope it’s clear. He’s a sitting duck otherwise.

The archer takes a moment to hype himself up, inhaling and exhaling deeply, jumping in place a bit before he bolts.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

The sounds of guns firing goes wild as soon as he steps out from his hiding spot and even though it only takes Daryl a few seconds to reach his target it feels like an eternity as he waits for the feeling of lead, ripping and tearing through him.

He’s honestly more surprised than he’d like to admit when he makes it to his destination unscathed.

The door slams behind him, drawing the attention of several walkers crowded at the back of the building. He takes a couple shots before his guns clicks, signalling it’s empty. He shoves the useless weapon into his belt and whips the crossbow from where it had been slung across his shoulder blades. He picks off the walkers one by one, taking out the closest ones first so as to be able to retrieve his arrows.

He made quick work of the walkers and then started toward the back to see if there was a second way out, hoping he could sneak to the next building over to look for Y/N. He paused at the door to the kitchen to swing it open just a bit and make sure it was clear.

Just as he was about to step through the doorway he heard snarling and moaning. A familiar sound. A warning. A walker. He recoiled away from the door and put his back to the wall, scanning the room, trying to find the source of the noise. He could hear a scratching noise and something dragging against wood. It became clear that the commotion was coming from behind the bar so he crept over, quickly, bow at the ready.

When he rounds the corner he has a clear line of sight of a walker with it’s bottom half hacked off, scratching and clawing it’s way toward a body, lying on the floor in a small puddle of fresh blood.

Y/N

Daryl quickly puts an arrow in the head of the geek making it’s way toward you and steps over it to crouch down next to you, checking your pulse. He breathes a sigh of relief when he can feel the thumping of your blood rushing through your veins, but it’s barely there which concerns him. He rips off your outer shirt so he can get a better look at the wound and winces. It’s bad. He bunches up the material in his hands and presses it to the bullet hole in an attempt to slow down the bleeding. Daryl glances around wildly, searching for anything useful but he comes up empty. He knows it’s just a matter of time before the shooters come down from their perches and burst in this place, guns blazing.

He’s not too keen on moving you in your condition but he also knows he can’t take on that entire group of survivors by himself. He grits his jaw in determination, knowing that he really only has the one option.

Quickly, he pulls the belt off from around his waist and uses it to secure the shirt to your chest, keeping pressure on the entry point.

Then he swings his crossbow back over his torso and picks up your limp body bridal style. He makes his way toward the kitchen, with renewed urgency, wary of any walkers that might be lurking around, and locates the back door. He kicks it open, breaking the door jamb, and steps out into the day. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright sun. Then he’s off, running into the treeline located some 40 yards away, looking for some type of cover. It’s a risky move. He’s exposed, out in the open with no way to defend himself. But it’s your best option at the moment so he does it without batting an eye.

His heart is pounding in his ears as he runs across the empty space, holding you close to his chest. And then the shots ring out, shattering the silence. Daryl surges forward even faster, moving as fast as his legs can possible carry him. As soon as he is a good distance into the tree line he sets you down and pulls out his gun, shoving in a new magazine and taking out any of the shooters who try to get too close.

“C’mon, c’mon!” he grunts as he continues to engage in the fire fight. He’s on his last magazine. Daryl takes more care to aim and shoot only when he’s sure he’s got the target pinned down; but there are too many of them.

Suddenly he hears the squealing of tires and a familiar silver truck comes careening around the corner of one of the buildings. Daryl lets a relieved smile catch on his lips when he sees Sasha, Rick, Carol and Glenn standing in the bed of the truck, opening fire on his assailants. Rick is popping off rounds like a man of fire and the others follow his lead.

Maggie jolts the truck to a stop at the treeline and shouts out the passenger window, “Get in!”

Daryl wastes no time in putting away his weapon and carrying you toward the car. Maggie reaches back and throws open the door to the backseat and Daryl jumps in as quickly as possible while still holding you in his arms. Before the door was even closed Daryl was already shouting “Go! Go!”

“Hang on!” Maggie warned the guys in the back before speeding on out of there, leaving the marauders in their dust. Glenn, Carol, Sasha and Rick all whooped and high-fived, celebrating a mission well done.

Daryl looks down at you, your head laid in his lap. He knows you’re not out of the woods yet, you lost a lot of blood. “How is she?” Maggie asks, seeing Daryl’s concerned face in the rear view mirror. “Not good.” Daryl mumbles, “she needs blood as soon as possible” Maggie nods in understanding, turns her gaze back to the road, grits her jaw in determination and punches the gas. “We’re gonna make it” she states, as if there’s no question.

Daryl lays his head against the window, watching the blur of scenery go by.

He hopes she’s right.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

When I wake up I’m laying on my cot back in the prison. I sit up quickly and immediately cringe at the pain from my gunshot wound. “Woah woah woah!” a voice chastises and then Hershel appears beside me, pushing me to lie back down. “You’ll pull out your drip!” When I resist he huffs in annoyance.

“Where’s Daryl? Is he ok?” I ask, concern lacing my tone.

Hershel rolls his eyes and walks toward the cell door, leaning out and calling, “Daryl, she’s awake. She wants to see you.”

I hear heavy footsteps and then Hershel gives me a look before stepping out of the doorway to meet Daryl. They exchange a few hushed words and then Daryl steps into the room and the vet disappears down the hall. I situate myself to sit up against the headboard and once again wince as I forget to compensate for my left side. Daryl takes a step forward in concern but I wave him off.

“How do you feel?” the archer asks, taking a seat on the stool next to my bed. “Never better” I joke and Daryl rolls his eyes but I see an amused smile tug at his lips.

“How about you? Are you hurt?” I question, scanning over his body, looking for any obvious signs of trauma. He shakes his head, his jagged hair swishing around at the movement. “Naw, jus’ had some close calls is all.” he dismisses. I nod, not outwardly showing the relief that I actually feel.

“So, what happened? I thought I was done for for sure when I passed out in that room full of walkers.”

Daryl huffs out a quiet laugh with no real humor to it. “Yeah, thankfully I got there just in time. Took out the walkers and then found you behind the bar.” he explains. My eyes widen slightly and anxiety crawls through me, “You didn’t have to carry me all the way here did you?” I question nervously. I am definitely not the skinniest girl in the world. To be blunt...I’m fat. It doesn’t bother me anymore; I love myself and the way I look but this....this was different. I inwardly cringe at the thought of Daryl struggling to carry me all the way back to the prison.

Daryl cocks his head, giving me a weird look. He must’ve caught on to my discomfort. I double my efforts to appear normal.

“No, I carried you to the woods behind the building and then Rick and a group came and picked us up in the truck.”

“Oh. Ok.”

I was slightly relieved but also slightly mortified that Daryl had still had to carry me at all.

“Thank you.” I mumble quietly, looking at my hands, fidgeting with the bandanna wrapped around my wrist.

When I look up, Daryl ducks his head, looking back up at me through the ends of his hair. “No problem. ‘M just glad we got back in time.” he says, gesturing toward the bag of blood hanging from the top bunk and the tube attaching it to me.

“Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a couple minutes, neither of us knowing what to say. I am so embarrassed that I can barely look at him and yet at the same time I just want him near me; want him to stay. I wrack my head for anything to say to break the silence.

He stands up suddenly from the stool and fidgets awkwardly.

“Well, I’d uh, better get going. I’m on watch soon.”

“Oh, ok.” I say, not being able to help the smallest bit of disappointment from staining my voice. “Would you mind sending Beth in here to keep me company?” I request, already bored at the idea of having to stay in this tiny room by myself for the next week or so. Daryl nods and starts quickly toward the door.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Daryl had hardly been to see me after that while I was recovering and everyone else was really busy so I was bored out of my mind every day that Hershel fussed at me to stay in bed. As soon as I didn’t feel like I’d pass out when I wore myself out I was up and about- though Hershel insisted I wear a sling.

Carl became by self-appointed body guard since I was unable to defend myself well at the moment so he now followed me nearly everywhere. I loved the kid and we had always been close but he was starting to drive me a bit insane.

“Carl, it’s fine, I’m just going to go for a walk.” I say, rolling my eyes as I fight with a 14 year old about leaving the building.

“Yeah but you should at least stay inside the fences. It’s not safe for you to be out there on your own!” he argues, keeping pace with me as I march toward the gate.

“What if you get caught off guard by a group?”

“I can still shoot a gun Carl, I’m not completely useless.”

“Yeah but you can’t reload it.” he retorts. I give him a look and he drops the snark. “C’mon, just let me come with you.”

“No, Carl. I need some time to myself.” I say firmly, coming to a stop in front of the gate. “So, you gonna help me open this or what?” I ask, gesturing toward the pulley system that controls the gateway. Just then I hear a gruff voice behind me.

“Whas’ going on here?” Daryl questions.

I turn, “Carl, won’t let me leave.” I complain. Daryl’s eyes shifted over to the lanky brown-haired boy under the sheriff’s hat.

“She shouldn’t be going outside the gates on her own!” he argues, voice tense with frustration.

Daryl’s gaze returns to me. “Kid’s right.” he mumbled, chewing on his lip subconsciously. I pretend I don’t notice every time he does that.

“Daryl...” I whine. “I just need some freaking space! I’ve been cooped up inside this place for too long!”

Daryl hums in thought as he continues to chew on his lower lip for a moment. “Guess you could come with me. ’M about to go huntin’” he grunts.

I raise my eyebrows and turn to look at Carl hopefully. “Is that good enough for you Sheriff?” I ask, using my playful nickname for the Grimes boy.

He rolls his eyes and waves his hand in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah whatever, that’s fine.” he huffs. He places his hand on the holster by his side and looks to Daryl, “just keep an eye on her.”

I scoff. “You know I’m the adult here right?” I sass. Carl just smirks before turning and loping away back to the prison. I roll my eyes. “That kid is crazy.”

Daryl huffs out a bit of a laugh, “Yeah, just like his old man.”

I laugh breezily and nod in agreement, watching Carl walk away.

“’M gonna go tell Rick we’re leaving and then we can go. Wait here.” Daryl instructs abruptly before stalking away toward the garden where Rick is harvesting the literal fruits of his labor. A small smile crosses my face. I’m glad Rick is getting to have this time of peace. He deserves it.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says behind me. I turn and smile at Michonne. “Hey. What’s up?”

The woman leans to my left a bit to look over my shoulder at Daryl and then looks back to me expectantly. “You tell me.”

I roll my eyes. “Stop.” I say in mock annoyance. Michonne pouts her lush lips at me. “When are you going to tell him?” she pesters. “I’m not!” I defend “For the billionth time Michonne, Daryl doesn’t think of me like that and I am not going to risk our friendship, ok?” It’s Michonne’s turn to roll her eyes at me. “When are you and Rick going to stop playing games and get together already?” I question, diverting her attention. She gives me a deadpan look which I return pointedly. I am just as stubborn as her, if not more so.

“Don’t try and change the subject” she says suddenly and I curse under my breath at my failed attempt. “You’re going hunting with him right?”

I nod hesitantly, unsure as to where she’s going with this.

“Good. It would be the perfect time to tell him!” she points out.

“No.”

“Oh c’mon Y/N! He obviously wants you too!”

“No!”

“At least think about it!” she pleads.

“Think about what?” Daryl says, suddenly right next to me. I jump a bit, startled. “Nothing.” I dismiss quickly, silently praying that Michonne will keep her mouth shut. I turn to Daryl, “You ready to go?” I ask. He nods, looking between Michonne and I with his eyes narrowed in curiosity.

“Alright then, let’s go. Michonne can you open the gate please?” I say, widening my eyes at her in a wordless warning to not say anything stupid. She rolls her eyes, “Yeah sure. But think about what I said.” she says, seriously before turning and marching toward the pulley system, tugging down the rope so the gate opened just enough for Daryl and I to slip out.

We sprint across the clearing around the prison and duck into the woods as quickly as we can, taking out any biters that get too close. Once we’ve put some distance between us and the clearing Daryl walks forward a few paces, eyes trained on the forest floor, searching for any trace of wildlife. I stay closer to the treeline, keeping watch while Daryl gets his bearings. Once I’m sure the coast is clear I walk over to where the hunter is crouched, looking at the muddy ground over his shoulder. “Find anything?” I question. He grunts, “Maybe.” and then stands up.

He starts walking farther into the woods and I follow loosely, enjoying being out of the confines of the prison for the first time in 2 weeks. There are birds swooping and playing around in the treetops and I lean my head back to watch them.

That was probably one of the things I missed most about before, the peace. I mean, of course I miss coffee and wifi and stuff but really, all of that you can live without. But peace, a feeling of safety, is irreplaceable. It’s not something I experience a lot these days but right now, outside, with the breeze playing in my hair and Daryl there to protect me, I feel safe. My eyes shine, smiling all on their own as they dance with the movements of the birds above head.

“So,” Daryl says, clearing his throat, interrupting the silence. I tip my head forward again to look at his back as he continues tracking. “You and Jamie huh?” he asks quietly. I cock my head to the side in confusion. “What?”

Daryl stops and shifts awkwardly, lowering his crossbow from where he had had it positioned just under his chin. “I heard you and Michonne talking about ‘im. You ain’t exactly subtle about having a thing for the guy.” Daryl says. I don’t miss the slight aggression in his voice.

Jamie was one of the new recruits we had picked up. Rick and a group that I happened to be part of had found him squatting in a storeroom at the back of a convenience store. I admit that Jamie is an attractive guy, ropey muscles, dark, curly hair and playful eyes. But even when he had attached himself to me his first couple of weeks at the prison I hadn’t given him a second glance, too enamored by Daryl to even consider something with Jamie. Once he got the message I wasn’t interested he and I had become friends, often ending up on watch together.

I scoff at the idea of me liking Jamie. “Yeah, um, no. Jamie is just a friend. He’s a nice guy and all but not my type.” I dismiss, shaking my head.

Daryl shoots me an unbelieving look over his shoulder.

“Seriously,” I defend, “I don’t like him like that.” I pause for a moment and then throw in offhandedly, “I prefer guys who are a bit more headstrong; independent.”

Daryl’s steps falter for just a second and I feel a flash of panic jolt through me, thinking maybe he caught on to my little hint. I stop too, still a few paces behind him and try to control my suddenly shaky breathing.

“I think I lost the trail.” he mumbles finally and I let out a relieved breath before my eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Daryl never loses a trail.

“Are you alright?”

“’M fine.” he snaps, starting forward again.

“Psh, yeah sure. That was convincing.” I sass back. When he doesn’t say anything else I jog to catch up with him, grabbing his arm to pull him to a stop.

“Seriously, what’s up?” I question, ducking my head to catch his gaze when he looks down.

“Nothin’, get off me woman!” he bites but it’s half-hearted. I give him a look, paying no mind to his rude behavior “Daryl, c’mon, just tell me what’s bothering you.” I press, my voice tinged with concern.

“NOTHIN’!” he shouts, yanking his arm away from my grasp. “Just leave me the fuck alone and go back to your damn boyfriend!”

I flinch at first but then my face scrunches in anger and I roll my eyes. “We’ve already covered this dumbass. Jamie and I are just friends. Why do you care anyway?” I spit, crossing my arms in annoyance.

He turns and starts marching away, muttering something under his breath.

“No,” I call indignantly, traipsing after him “whatever you have to say, grow a pair and say it to my face.” I nag, not ready to let this go.

Daryl stops and whirls around to face me so suddenly that I nearly crash into him.

“Ya wanna know why I care?” he growls, his jaw gritted and eyes boring into mine. My mouth opens but no words come out. I’m momentarily caught off guard. He seems to take this as a sign to continue.

“Because, I was a fucking idiot and I let myself fall in love with you.” he yells, swinging his arm around is agitation like he always does.

My eyes widen in shock and disbelief at his confession. The gears in my brain seem to be working double time, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean other than that and my eyes dart around his features, looking for a lie.

I find none.

“Daryl, I-” I say and then cut myself off. I am at a loss for words. I never in a million years expected this to happen. Daryl makes a noise in the back of his throat at my lack of words and his eyes harden. I know it’s only to cover up the hurt though. His lips part and I can tell he is about to say something else so I speak up first,

“Do you mean that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pauses at that, looking taken aback. His countenance softening when he sees the vulnerability in my eyes. I am raw, exposed. He hesitates for a moment and then nods slowly, uncertainly.

There is silence for another moment as I process his reply. And then a smile breaks out onto my face while a airy laugh of relief slips past my lips.

“I love you too.” I tell him. “I have for a long time. I love you, Daryl.” I exclaim, my voice gaining more conviction as I gain confidence. He grins at me and I love the way his eyes squint with happiness. It’s a rare and beautiful sight which only serves to make my heart swell. He reaches forward and gathers me into his arms, hugging me to him tightly. I immediately return his embrace, burying my face into his worn leather vest. He quickly pulls away just enough to kiss me, strong arms still holding me as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear, though he moves a hand to cup the back of my neck. I melt into the kiss, leaning up on my toes to meet him halfway. His scruffy facial hair brushes against my cheeks which makes me smile. I feel light-headed; dizzy but in the best kind of way. He kisses me so hard that he has to tighten his grip on my waist to keep me in place. We’re both smiling when we finally pull away, our foreheads rested against each other as we pant for breath.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” I ask, genuinely curious.

He pulls away enough to lower his head and shrugs, turning shy again. “D’know, just thought a girl like you wouldn’t want a guy like me.” he murmers. I smile adoringly at him, placing my hand on his cheek to get him to look at me. “Well I guess we’re both idiots because I thought a guy like you wouldn’t want a girl like me.”

His eyes lock onto mine, looking slightly alarmed. “I do.” he insists. I laugh, leaning closer to his again so that our breaths mingle. “And I want you too.”

169 notes · View notes

ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

Text

DAY TWENTY: Sleigh Ride w/ Pre-Apocalypse Glenn Rhee

a/n: Me sticking to a promise? Wowzah. This one was super cute, and we all need some season one Glenn in our lives.

masterlist | ficmas masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback @minervadashwood

You loved going on dates with Glenn, every one of them was an adventure, the next one always more unique than the last. Like this one, where you had decided that it would be a good idea to go to the mall, despite it being the month of December. Another thing about Glenn was that he had a childish spirit, one that indulged in childhood fantasies, just like this one. There had been a decorative sleigh smack dap in the middle of the mall, and you knew as soon as Glenn had set his eyes on it, he was about to do something that might get the both of you banned.

“Glenn, no.” You said, already reading his mind as he stared mischievously at the dark red decoration. “Why not?” He asked, turning his head to look at you. “Because I don’t want to get banned from here or some shit like that, I still need a place to go Christmas shopping, you know.” He just rolled his eyes before grabbing your hand. “You could give my mom a bag full of trash and she would be grateful, and c’mon, just one picture and then we can go do whatever you want.” You sighed, already knowing you would give into his pleading gaze as you muttered out, “One picture, then that’s it.” He took off as you dug your phone out of your pocket, holding it up as he grabbed onto the reigns connected to the plastic reindeer. You couldn’t lie and say that this wouldn’t make a perfect picture to show his family, or even better, to make your lock screen.

The look of pure joy was unmistakable as you snapped pictures, the grown man shuffling around in different poses so you could get all his angles.

Maybe you were going to get kicked out, but who cares? It’s Christmas.

106 notes · View notes

ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

Text

♫ ― 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐍 𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

series!

to be written!

mini series!

to be written!

oneshots!

to be written!

drabbles!

handjobs

sleigh ride

head canons!

to be written!

#✰ ― meau's masterlist !#glenn rhee masterlist #glenn rhee x plus size reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #smut #fluff #angst

6 notes · View notes

ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

Text

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

⋆ Happy Halloween everybody! you know what that means... It's kinktober time! So, gather around my blog as I post daily updates of a new kink with your favorite characters!

Day 1: Daryl Dixon — Rough Sex

Day 2: Steve Rogers — Captain Kink

Day 3: Dean Winchester — Submission

Day 4: Castiel — Corruption

Day 5: Daryl Dixon — Hair Pulling

Day 6: Spencer Reid — Hand Kink

Day 7: Aaron Hotchner — Uniform Kink

Day 8: Emily Prentiss — Teasing

Day 9: Rick & Daryl — Threesome

Day 10: Spencer Reid — Size Kink

Day 11: Maggie Greene — Brat Taming

Day 12: Daryl Dixon — Shotgunning

Day 13: Michonne Hawthorne — Body Worship

Day 14: Bucky Barnes — Overstimulation

Day 15: Dean Winchester — Blood Play

Day 16: Sam Winchester — Throat Fucking

Day 17: Rick Grimes — Sir Kink

Day 18: Daryl Dixon — Sweat Kink

Day 19: Dean Winchester — Food Play

Day 20: Spencer Reid — Strangers

Day 21: Glenn Rhee — Handjob

Day 22: Bucky Barnes — Choking

Day 23: Dean Winchester — Somnophilia

Day 24: Priest!Sam Winchester — Blasphemy

Day 25: Micheal!Dean Winchester — Knife Kink

Day 26: Spencer Reid — Handcuffs

Day 27: Aaron Hotchner — Spanking

Day 28: Penelope Garcia — Aftercare

Day 29: Demon!Dean Winchester — Biting

Day 30: Natasha Romanoff — Femdom

Day 31: Thor Odinson — Dumbification

2K notes · View notes

ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

Text

# ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

rick grimes

daryl dixon (2)

glenn rhee

michonne hawthorne

maggie greene

rosita espinosa

#✰ ― meau's masterlist !#the walking dead masterlist #rick grimes #daryl dixon #glenn rhee #michonne hawthorne #michonne grimes #maggie greene #maggie rhee #rosita espinosa #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x fem!reader #lgbtq #wlw fanfiction

150 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

71eh

gay and lovin' it

smallvillegifs

Always hold on to Smallville.

ettadear

etta, dear

yobitzy

yoshii

king-goldar