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babyyblues · 11 months

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Back Together

prompt 25: "How'd you survive this long on your own?"

Era: Prison (Mid-season 3) no spoilers,

Summary: When you're searching for food, you were threatened by two strangers, but who knew that these strangers would lead you to your family. || sister!reader x daryl

Word Count: 1,847

warnings: hunting, threatening, weapons (just twd things) heavy dialogue (sorryyy)

a/n: umm can you guys tell that I love the prison era?? I'll try to switch it up for my next fic, promise. anyways, enjoy some uncle!daryl, let me know if you want more! feedback is greatly appreciated.

Silence rang in your ears, you closed your eyes tightly honing in on the repeating of your brother's voice. “Focus on the target. Take your aim. Don’t be nervous, take a breath. Okay good now shoot.” A shot rang out, your vision blurring as the rumble in your stomach intensified.

“Fuck,” you growled, watching as your hunt ran away, startled by the sudden noise and movement around it. Your energy was completely diminished, and honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you ate or even had a clean drink of water. Letting your eyes drop and your head fall back, you sniffled, willing the tears to stay in, praying to a god that you didn’t even believe in that this damned world would give you some kind of break. Shaking off the failure and wiping the wetness off your cheeks, you began a new search; at this point, berries would have to do, you needed something to keep going, something for her.

The leaves rustled around you followed by a loud snap of a branch. Stopping in your tracks, your vision darted around, your grip tightening on the weapon, your knuckles turning white.

“Put the gun down, now.” A low voice growled, the hammer of a gun clicking dangerously close to your ears. The metal against your skull sent shivers down your spine as you swallowed your pride, dropping the gun to the floor.

“Now let me see your hands and turn around.” You did as told, your mind racing as your eyes shot around, trying your best to think of plan. Think of a way out.

“How many of there are you?” the man asked. You looked him up and down, studying the tattered light brown button-up and dark-colored denim that adorned his body. Looking back up at his face, his bright blue eyes pierced into yours, the dirt and stubble scattered on his chin.

“I won’t ask you again. How many of you are there?” Your jaw tensed, teeth clenching as his grip tightened around the gun.

“Don’t have nothin’ you want. Jus’ let me go.” Before he could speak again, the branches next to him moved.

“Rick wait,” a voice called, another man appearing in front of you, your daughter in their arms. Panic filled your eyes, your heartbeat increasing as he held his arms tightly around the young girl.

“Get off of her! Jus’ leave us alone!” you demanded, taking a step toward the young Asian man.

“Take one more step and I will not hesitate to pull the trigger.” Presumably, Rick threatened.

“Rick,” Glenn spat, setting your five-year-old on the ground and letting her run up to you.

“Mommy,” she whimpered, You shushed her slightly, before picking her up and holding her tightly in your arms as she tucked her head into your neck. You felt her tears wet your neck as you looked back up at the men.

“‘S just us. Now jus’ let us go, we were jus’ tryna to find somethin’ to eat.”

Rick took a breath, lowering his gun before glancing over at the other man.

“How many walkers have you killed?” he asked, placing in gun back in his holster. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked him over.

“Just answer the question,” the other man told you, before grounding down to dig through his back. You swallowed harshly, clearing your throat.

“Dozens.”

“How many people have you killed?” Your breath faltered and your chest flared with anger as a flashback ran through your brain.

“Two,” you spat out, your teeth involuntarily gritting.

“Why?”

“Tried to kill me ‘n take my daughter,” you answered quickly, shaking your head to keep the memories away, squeezing your daughter a bit tighter. Rick took another look over his shoulder before nodding towards the little one in your arms.

“Where’s her daddy?”

“Dead hopefully. Wasn’t no good in the first place.”

Rick nodded his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watched his companion hand you a slightly crunched-up granola bar. Looking at it for a second, Glenn nodded, pushing it toward you. You took it not hesitating to rip open the packaging and take a small bite to ensure its safety before whispering quietly to your daughter that you had something for her to eat. The men watched as you handed her a small piece and she gobbled it down, quickly moving on to the rest of the bar. Rick leaned over to grab your gun, turning it over to hand it back to you. Thanking him with a nod, you placed it back in your holster before gathering yourself to walk back into the unknown. Rick cleared his throat, however, before you could even take a step.

“We uh, we have a camp nearby, food, water, walls. It’s safe. Your daughter would be safe.” Rick said. You stayed silent, turning back around to look at them.

“Why should I trust ya?”

“If you didn’t, you would’ve killed us with that gun you have in your boot,” the Asian kid pointed out. Taking a deep breath and letting the silence linger, you watched as your daughter finished chewing the granola bar. “It’s all fer her now, ya know that right? Ya gotta give that kid a good life, better than what we had.” You hesitated but nodded nonetheless.

“Alright. Yeah, alright.”

“Good, just know we do expect you to earn your keep. Now come on, just about half a mile from here.” You nodded, beginning to follow them, readjusting the young one on your hip.

“Names Glenn by the way, Glenn Rhee, and that's Rick Grimes,” Glenn offered, his hand outstretched to be shaken.

“Y/n, Y/n Dixon and this is Hope,” you replied, reaching your hand out only for both of them to stop in their tracks.

“What did you say?”

“Uh, my name?”

“No, what’d you say your last name was?”

“Dixon?”

“Huh, that makes a lot of sense,” Glenn interrupted.

“What are ya on about?” you scowled taking a step back.

“Come on, Dixon, I think camp might be closer to home than you think.” Your face wrinkled in confusion, listening to the way your name rolled off his tongue with familiarity. You let them lead you, fear filling your chest as if you had fallen right into their trap. “Don’t you trust nobody, all you got is you and me and Merle when he’s around. Keep your guard up- always.” You swallowed, reaching for the gun swiftly and cocking the hammer back.

“What’s gon’ on? This some kind of trap?” you barked, waving the gun between the two as Rick raised his gun in your direction. Glenn looked at Rick, pushing his weapon down and placing his hands up.

“Woah, hey no! We swear.”

“That doesn’t mean nothin’ these days. Now ya tell me or I attract every dead one for miles around and send ‘em straight to your camp,” you threatened.

“Daryl. Daryl Dixon.” Glenn knew immediately he had struck a cord, seeing the way the anger melted from your face and your eyes began to gloss over as your muscles weakened.

“Is he- He’s-,” you stumbled.

“He’s alive. He’s with our group.” You let the tears flow, holding Hope even tighter as you holstered your gun, quickly beginning to jog in the direction they had been leading you.

“Y/n wait!” Glenn called quietly, “Rick come on.” They jogged behind you, not stopping until the large prison appeared. You slowed, waiting for the men to catch up as they whistled and the gates opened. You followed them, your head shooting around taking in your surroundings, searching. Hope wiggled in your arms, uncomfortable with the sudden movements.

“Daryl!” Rick called to the man that was hunched over his bike. You watched with teary eyes and quickened breath as he looked up at you, recognition flashing over his features. Your chest heaved, a wobbly smile spreading on your lips as your legs moved quickly toward the man, toward your brother. You didn’t stop until your chests collided, Hope whining as she was momentarily smushed between you two. Hands shaking, you let her down, returning your arms around Daryl’s torso.

“I thought I’d never see ya again,” you whispered, gripping his shirt and making sure it was real. His hand found the back of your head, supporting you as your face buried into his chest.

“I-I looked for ya, every day, and when I couldn’t find ya I-”

“Ya did what you had to do. It’s okay. Merle? Is Merle okay?” You felt him stiffen, a sharp pain aching through your heart as you held back a sob.

He reluctantly broke apart, a wet smile on his lips as he crouched down to be eye level with Hope.

“Hey sweetheart, member me?” She nodded meeking, sucking her thumb anxiously.

“Yer hair ‘s messy,” she spoke quietly, reaching her hand toward the undoubtedly longer locks. Daryl couldn’t stop the wet chuckle that escaped his lips, closely followed by the tears pricking at his eyes. He reached his arms out pinching her sides, a high pitched giggle escaping from her lips before being swopped up by the man in front of her.

“Missed ya sunshine,” he sighed, holding her close, “now let’s get you guys somethin’ to eat, yer mom looks like she’s about to fall over.”

You sat inside, taking in the cold concrete walls around you, waiting for Daryl to return with both your daughter and hopefully some form of protein.

“Here, just caught it this morning,” Daryl hummed, setting a bowl in front of you full of some kind of meat. At this point you didn’t care, pain stabbing through your body from hunger. You looked up, making sure Hope had something as well before digging in. Daryl aided Hope in using her fork, something you couldn’t recall her ever using before. A comfortable silence lulled in the air, Daryl mumbling every so often to Hope as she finished her plate.

“Daryl?” he hummed in response looking back up at you.

“You trust these people?” you asked sinceriously. He nodded, readjusting Hope as she let out a yawn.

“I do, yeah.” You nodded, shoveling the last bite in your mouth.

“Okay, I trust you.”

“You uh- you been alone this whole time?” he asked reluctantly, guilt creeping in. You answered with a nod.

“How’d you survive this long on your own?”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m a Dixon. Ain’t nothin’ different than livin’ with dad,” you scoffed, doing what you did best, hiding your fear and any sign of emotion.

“Y/n-” he sighed.

“You and M-merle went camping, and the radios started goin’ crazy. I tried to find you both, but things got- it was bad Daryl. I did what I had to do. Fer her,” you nodded towards the resting child.

“Want me to take her?”

“No- no. Jus’ a bit longer,” he swallowed. You nodded, sucking in a deep breath as tears filled your eyes yet again.

“We’re gonna be alright, ya know?” he whispered, placing his hand ontop of yours.

“Yeah- yeah we are.”

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thewalkingthread · 6 months

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I Do - R.G.

pairing: rick grimes x f!reader

summary: you and rick finally tie the knot

warnings: fluff, rick's a softie, implied smut but no actual smut

a/n: might be doing one for Daryl too if it's wanted! not proofread

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm and golden glow over the Alexandria Safe-Zone. It was a day unlike any other, a day filled with hope and celebration, a day that you had been waiting for a long time – your wedding day.

You never thought you'd get married in general. Then the world fell apart and the door was slammed completely shut with the key tossed into the ocean. You never could've imagined getting married in what the world has become. Especially to Rick Grimes.

As the community bustled with preparations, you stood in front of a full-length mirror in your simple yet elegant white dress. As silly as it sounds, you went on multiple runs with Maggie and Daryl to find a dress you liked. It sounds stupid really, the world is infested with walkers and you're out looking for a wedding dress. Nevertheless, everyone insisted that you find a dress that makes you feel special. Dead world or not, you're getting married and they wanted it to be perfect for you and Rick.

Your heart raced with anticipation, your hands trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. Maggie stood behind you, combing through your hair and pinning it back.

"You really do look beautiful, hon." Maggie smiled, at you through the mirror.

In another part of Alexandria, Rick was dressed in a suit, straightening his tie with a determined expression. The weight of his responsibility as the leader of their community had never been greater, but today, it was all about the love he shared with you. Nothing else mattered.

As the time approached, you made your way to the makeshift outdoor altar, where their friends and fellow survivors had gathered. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, and the atmosphere was filled with a sense of unity and joy.

You saw him before he saw you. Carl was by your side, your arm looped through his as you held a makeshift bouquet of wildflowers. The chatter died down when the crowd noticed you approaching. You let out an awkward chuckle. You've been leading this community with Rick, you've spoken to every single one of these people. Yet their gaze on you left you shifting uncomfortably in your spot.

Carl's hand lands on yours. "It's okay. If you fall, I'll make sure to fall harder." He teases, offering me some reassurance.

When Rick locks eyes with you, he is utterly captivated. You walked down the aisle with as steadily as you can, your eyes locked onto his. The love that passed between you was palpable, a connection that had survived the darkest of days. Everyone could feel it. Rick's eyes watered as you started the trek towards him. You could tell he was trying his best to fight it, but you noticed the quiver in his lips and the way he wiped his eyes as quickly as possible.

You reached the end of the aisle, Carl handing you off to his father, he kisses your cheek and shakes hands with his dad, a sight that causes the audience to chuckle amongst themselves.

Rick grasps yours hands in his, giving them a squeeze as he looks you up and down. "Absolutely stunning." He whispers, loud enough for you to hear.

As you stood before Gabe, you and Rick exchanged your vows, promises of love and support that had grown stronger through the trials and tribulations you had faced together. Your friends watched with smiles and teary eyes, grateful for this moment of happiness in a world so often plagued by despair.

The exchange of rings sealed your commitment, and Gabe smiled, "By the power vested in me and in the presence of your friends and family, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Rick sealed your union with a passionate kiss, swooping your body close to him as his lips molded against yours. Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

The celebration continued well into the night, with music, dancing, and a feast prepared by the members of Alexandria. It was a day of joy, unity, and a reminder that love could still flourish in the darkest of times.

Music played through speakers as people enjoyed themselves. Couples and friends gathered on the dance floor, surrounding you and Rick as you swayed to the slow song.

You looked up at Rick with an abundance of love in your eyes. Your hand clasped onto his with his other hand holding you close on the small of your back.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Mrs. Grimes?" Rick's voice is low, his lips stay hovering over yours as you swayed.

"You have," You nod. "But say it again." You smile.

"You look beautiful," He hums, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"The other part." You insist. Rick raises an eyebrow.

"Mrs. Grimes?" He questions. You smile, pressing your lips against his.

"Don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it." You bite your lip.

A smile spreads on Rick's face. "Don't think I'll e'er get tired of sayin it," He agrees.

His eyes linger at the crowd, people were getting drunk. Daryl had found a bunch of alcohol on his last run. Normally we wouldn't bother to bring it back, but apparently a wedding calls for all the alcohol.

"Think they'll notice if we sneak off?" He whispers against your ear. "You look amazing in this dress but it's taking everything in me not to rip it off of you right now." He grunts.

Your thighs squeeze together at his words, glancing around. You shake your head, "Let's get out of here." Your tugging on his hand instantly, leading him off the dance floor and towards the houses.

You pass Michonne and Daryl on the way. They both raise their beer glasses up to you, knowing exactly where it is you're about to run off to.

"Better not have meh runnin for formula in 9 months!" Daryl hollers after you two. You both send him a middle finger before running off towards your house.

His hands are on you the moment the front door slams shut. He's unzipping your dress, shoving it down your body as fast as he can.

"Should-" He kisses you between words. "Pick it-" Kiss. "Up." Kiss. "Carl wi-"

"Carl and Judith's staying at Daryl's tonight. He knows better than to sleep here on our wedding night." Rick grunt's. His hands grip the back of your thighs before hoisting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses on your chest, clumsily making his way up the stairs to your bedroom.

"Careful, cowboy." You giggle as he stumbles on a few steps. He tosses you on the bed, immediately undoing his tie as he admires your naked body.

"How'd I get so lucky?" He hums.

You smile, "Come show me how lucky you are."

Rick falls on top of you, his arms on either side of you, holding him up. "Oh I plan to. Hope you've got enough energy. You're not going to be getting much sleep tonight, darlin."

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alexpdcl · 3 months

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Your art is just immaculate, it's just amazing!! I wanted to send a message just say you're so insanely talented and your regan art has kept me fed for weeks, and also to ask if you have any good regan fic recs? Doesnt have to be soley angst/fluff/in universe or out just what are your fave regan (To be fair any rick fics as he is the moment) fics

HELLO ... I've been procrastinating on getting to your ask for the past 5 months-ish (SORRY the least I can do is to compensate with art 😭) ... I'm afraid I might not be the right person to ask for regan fic recs given how little fics I'm exposed to (I've not read at least 20 can u believe me)

thank you for the sweet ask though ! I did enjoy putting out regan art when I had the twd fix

anyways to answer your question it would be these few: (most of them are looooooong fics)

who said that tinder never works? (an ongoing 200k wc slowburn written by @/drewmorg4n and @/addicted2twd, I haven't caught up with it for some time now but I will.. eventually ... )

something to remember (author has not updated it in ages and I'm FURIOUS /lh)

silver linings (also not updated for some time)

hatchet (it's finished !)

hope this helps!

#regan #negan smith #rick grimes #negick #the walking dead #twd #twd fanart #if anything i should be the one asking lol . i too would like regan fic recs </3

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intercosmicc · 1 year

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cosmiccs fic recommendations

A/N: none of these stories belong to me, all credit goes to the original authors! if you don’t want to be on the list, please just let me know! also please be sure to always read warnings <3

(there will most likely be a part 2 i have a bad habit of not liking fics lmao)

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daryl dixon

peak-a-boo by @starlessea

miss me by @cultofdixon

withering flowers by @ficnation

daryl dixon masterlist by @r66dus

laying on daryl’s frame by @dixondeliria

masterlist by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

jealous daryl dixon by @e-m-christina

eyes on me by @dreamingdixon(warning for description of SA)

we used to share a bed by @twdeadfanfic

big brother by @starlessea

speak up by @weretheones

din djarin/the mandalorian

family head cannons by @dameronology

security by @dindjarindiaries(OC story but has a self-insert on ao3)

moments in the dark by @talesofesther

in time by @221bshrlocked

ibac’ner by @unbound-space-trash

tasm peter parker

remember me by @softlymellow

second chances by @wondergotham

dating andrew! peter parker by @bowieandqueen11

let me help by @nina-corpsewitch-zenik

coming home by @mads-weasley

are you ok? by @lenaswritingandstuff

crush by @ptersparkers

the first fall of snow by @godlessandwrecked

relief by @lipstickbisous

fluff alphabet by @kaylawritesfics

steve harrington

loving you is a full time job by @wolfstarlvrs(wouldnt let me tag)

providing protection by @captainhotch

of caresses and care by @bejeweledmastermind

nuggets by @spideystevie

#andrew garfield x reader #the amazing spider man #tasm fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandaloria/reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x reader #fic rec #masterlist #fanfic #daryl dixon x reader

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mrs-mag1c · 9 months

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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂'𝐒

RHETT ABOTT - outer range

Million Dollar Man

in which a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy rescues a young waitress who’s down on her luck

STILES STILINSKI - teen wolf

Warmth

No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real-life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

TYLER DURDEN - fight club

Wicked Game

you can’t sleep and Tyler doesn’t want to.

DARYL DIXION - the walking dead

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

just Daryl being an ass man

Daddy's home

When Daryl comes back home from a week away, he doesn't want to sleep. He just wants you.

Daryl Being Soft

NEGAN SMITH - the walking dead

Batter up

it should have been obvious that batting lessons with him would end up like this.

Roll Like Thunder

Negan is your dad's best friend and the two of you settle some tension while on your family vacation.

SPENCER REID - criminal minds

Captive to crosswords

Spencer’s got you tied to a chair, but he’s more interested in finishing his crossword puzzle than finishing you.

Decoy

when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.

Bunny And The Beast

What starts out as Spencer taking what he wants turns into a dark obsession that begins to rule his whole life.

DEAN WINCHESTER - supernatural

Gripping Your Pillow Tight

Dean loves to dream of you. Night after night.

In The Rain

When Dean forgets to pick you up, the pouring rain is relentless on your walk back home.

#dean winchester #spencer reid #negan smith #daryl dixon #tyler durden #stiles stilinski #rhett abbott #rhett abbot smut #stiles stilinksi smut #tyler durden smut #daryl dixon smut #twd negan #negan smut #spencer reid smut #dean winchester smut #fic recomendation #fic rec #fic reading

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seongwin · 2 months

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Daryl Dixon blurb

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Leaning back against the bed frame, a soft sigh escapes my lips. Relishing in the momentary peace.

I was lost in my thoughts. So much and happened in so little time. The prison fell, everyone was separated. Maybe even dead. For all we know it's just me and Daryl left.

I sigh softly and look down at him sleeping beside me. Gently brushing some hair out of his face. It had grown long. Like everyones had, but it looked nice. He looked older too, again to be expected after all we've been through. But he looked so peaceful when he slept. Like he didn't have a care in the world.

I just watch him sleep for a few moments. Still alert to any sounds outside. It was quiet though, seemingly we had a good spot.

Eventually I pull my eyes from his figure. Turning to look out the window. I pull back the tatty curtains just enough to peak out. The forest was calm, dark but my eyes had already adjusted enough to see. Along with the moon light it gave a decent enough scope of the area.

It was quiet, aside from the crickets and other nocturnal animals. Almost made me forget the looming threat that we were hiding from. But still.

I let the curtain fall back into place. Siting back against the headboard. Daryl's body curled up beside me, I looked back over at him. He really did seem so peaceful. It was strange to see him like that. But some part of me was happy that it was me he got stuck with.

Some selfish part of me liked it. I liked that it was me who got to see this side of him. That it was me who protected him, who had is back, who he needed. The last part was mostly wishful thinking. He didn't need me. Daryl was a survivor, with or without me he'd live.

#the walking dead #twd daryl #fic rec #seongwin #blurb #Daryl #is it dixon or dixion??#daryl x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #if it seems sporadic it's because it is.

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mistressheroine · 24 days

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Bethyl fanfic Roman Empire: The Crow’s Song by SquishyCool ( @im-immortal )

Some stories have such a lasting impact on you that it feels like they’re ingrained on your shipper heart. I think about this story almost daily since I read it a few months ago. Like literally can’t stop thinking about it.

I made this one a while ago and forgot to share it 🖤

#I just watched All Of Us Strangers and it made me think about this fic again. IYKYK.#Stories that make you sob buckets #bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #twd #the walking dead #otp #bethyl fanfiction #fic recs #MH aesthetics

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gambit-blogs · 2 months

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So I'm replaying twdg and I thought of making my own OC

Also, I forgot how sad this game is I'm now on season 3 and I'm still so sad over Luke dying.

Btw does anyone have any good zombie apocalypse book recs (with romance or even fan fics)

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itschlorosis · 2 months

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JUST ONE YESTERDAY - the walking dead

okay, well, hello.

i don’t know if anyone might be interested but i started a fic about the walking dead. yeah ! it’s a daryl dixon x fem!oc, who has a name and a personality :) it’s not a x reader (also an male!oc x fem!oc !)

you can either find it in wattpad or ao3 ! it’s under the same user name as this one : itschlorosis :)) want to remind you that english is not my first language so there might be mistake, i’m sorry ! it would mean a lot if you’d check it out !

i might ad that it’s my birthday today (not trying to bribe you or anything lmao). anyways, i hope you have a great day, evening or whatever :))

little gift, here is a sneak peak of the first chapter :

« － IT HAD BEEN ONE HELL OF A NIGHT. Lexie was exhausted; they had been running for hours, putting as much distance as they could between themselves and the recently overrun military base. Victoire had been crying non-stop; it was nerve-wracking, but Mathias didn’t say anything. Every time Lexie sighed, she received a dirty look. Everybody was on edge, high on adrenaline and fear, and that's how they had run for so long.

Hours before the chaos they found themselves in, the trio—though not truly a trio at that time—was safe and sound at the Atlanta Military Base, the AMB. It was surrounded by protective walls and situated far enough from the city that encounters with the biters were not as common. Life there wasn’t so bad. Lexie spent her time in the infirmary, learning medical procedures. Victoire had her students, whom she taught every day, along with other children present in the camp. Mathias oversaw every run outside of the walls, interviewed newcomers, and prepared expeditions. It was not the best life possible, but it was a calm one, as calm as living through the end of the world could be. Before everything fell apart, they had never interacted; Mathias was the only link between the two women. »

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virginsexgod69 · 24 days

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REQUEST ‼️‼️‼️

I’ve always wanted to read one where the reader is one of Hershel’s daughters (set in season 2). When Daryl and the group show up the reader won’t stop teasing Daryl and eventually he can’t take it anymore. Please make my dreams come true 😭😭🤘. (p.s virgin reader would be +50 points ;)

❝ V-Card ❞

pairing (S2) Daryl Dixon x virgin!fem!Reader

cw loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, lowkey inexperienced daryl, but also not really?, teasing, some pining, daryl kinda being a boob man, reader being a little pervy at times

note i am so sorry i kept you waiting 32 days for this request @mygrandmaschinacabinet, i really hope you like this and thank you for your patience and kind comment on my other post!

p.s. just bc reader is hershel's daughter does not imply anything ab her appearence

~5.k words

Living on a farm that was fairly far from society, it was a given that you wouldn't see good looking guys too often. But being a good looking girl, the guys you didn't want were always the ones after you, and you'd always have to turn them down. When she gets older, she's gonna have to fight off boys with a stick, was something your grandma would often tease your father, Hershel, about. You laughed it off, not paying any mind to it, but boy did she end up being right. You spent a good portion of your high school years rejecting your suitors, none of which were good enough for you, and none of which you really wanted. But when you finally laid eyes on the most beautiful man you've ever seen, he happened to be one who seemed to pay you no attention.

Odd circumstances brought the beautiful man, whom you quickly learned was named Daryl Dixon, to your farm. Otis shot a kid, Hershel took him in to care for, and his dad's group eventually made a home on your father's land. You couldn’t help but ogle at him from your bedroom window whenever you got the chance. The way his biceps flexed whenever he worked with his arms had your virgin pussy aching to be filled by him. He was a man who you’d let do things to you that you’d let no other man before even think he had a chance of doing.

“Not this again,” Maggie complained upon entering your room. You were perched at your window -like you have been since the group first arrived- watching Daryl skin some squirrels. No one could look as good as he did while doing such a grisly task.

“Can you blame me? Jus’ look at him,” you replied dreamily.

“No thanks.”

“Whatever. You have your eye candy, I have mine.”

“Eye candy? What’re you talkin’ about?” She asked defensively.

“Glenn. I’ve seen the way you look at him, like he’s a piece of meat,” you teased.

“Whatever! Do you need anythin’? I’m goin’ out on a run.”

“With Glenn?”

She let out an annoyed huff and exited the room, not awaiting your response. But you didn’t need anything anyway. You went back to watching Daryl. The sweltering Georgia heat caused sweat to drench his sleeveless shirt and drip from his short, dark hair. He looked like he walked out of one of your many wet dreams. Just then, an idea popped into your head. You hurried down to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, cooling it with the scoops of ice you added. Surely this kind deed would put you on his radar.

“Hey, Daryl,” you cheerily greeted as you approached the rugged man. He sat on a stump, now gutting the squirrels he already skinned. He grunted in response, not looking up from his work. Your smile dropped, not that it mattered, considering he wasn’t even looking at you.

“Brought you some water. It’s pretty hot out here and I wouldn’t want ya gettin’ dehydrated,” you said as you held out the cold glass, now dripping with condensation. “Thanks.” He grabbed the glass, his fingers slightly brushing yours, sending a tingling through your spine. He threw his head back, downing the water. A small stream of water dripped down his chin, then his neck, sliding down his shirt no longer in your vision. You squeezed your thighs together. Every little thing he did drove you crazy. You felt like a victorian man who’d just seen a peek of a woman’s ankle whenever you were around Daryl.

“You uh… Ya need somethin’?” He asked when he noticed you haven’t left yet. You froze. You didn’t need anything, but you didn’t want to leave either.

“Jus’ came to check on ya, I guess,” you muttered.

“ ‘M fine?” He tossed the squirrel’s guts into a bucket.

“Well, alright. My work here is done!” You cringed as the words left your mouth. You grabbed the emptied glass and walked back into the house, chastising yourself the entire way. You wanted nothing more than to have him look at you the way other guys do, but he barely give you the time of day.

The glimmer of sunbeams on your face woke you up the next morning. You glanced at the analog clock on your nightstand that read 11:36. You hopped out of bed and eagerly hurried to your window, hoping Daryl would be back from hunting or looking for that little girl or whatever else it was he did when he wasn’t in his usual spot. He was sat on that stump again, but this time he was cleaning his crossbow with that red rag he kept on him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to do something. He couldn’t keep getting away with being so hot and so uninterested in you.

You readied yourself in the bathroom, making sure every hair was in place and every tooth was brushed. You debated putting on makeup. You had some leftover from before, but never had a reason to use it, not until now. You layered on some mascara until your lashes looked twice as long and twice as full and coated your lips with some tinted gloss. You stared into your closet debating on what you thought Daryl’d like better. Your tightest, shortest shorts and a nearly see-through tank top.

“What’re doin’ all dolled up like that?” Your younger sister, Beth asked upon entering the kitchen.

“Makin’ lunch for D-,” you stopped yourself, not wanting another sister catching onto your thing for Daryl, “for the group out there.”

“Daddy doesn’t want us wastin’ all our stuff on them,” she protested. You rolled your eyes at her. She could be such a goody-two-shoes sometimes. “What he don’ know won’ hurt him.” You cut a piece of the sandwich you made and handed it to Beth.

“Eat this and keep quiet.”

You assembled the sandwich and a glass of lemonade on a tray and carried it over to his lone camp. He didn’t look at you until you were standing before him holding the tray of food. His eyes slowly made their way up to yours, lingering on your bare legs and exposed cleavage on their way up. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged the corners of your mouth at this small victory. He quickly averted his gaze and set his crossbow down.

“Wha’s all this?” He asked, nodding his head toward the tray in your arms.

“Made ya lunch. Figured you’d be hungry after all that huntin’ and searchin’ you been doin’,” you answered as you set down the tray.

“Uh, thanks?” He seemed confused, but grateful nonetheless. “Of course,” you replied with a bright smile before sauntering off, swaying your hips more than usual. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you until the door closed behind you.

In the days that passed, you upped the ante on your teasing. Daryl noticed. At noon almost everyday, you’d bring him lunch in risqué little outfits. Not quite skimpy, but just enough to tease him. And tease him they did. He already was too nervous to look at you, afraid he might scare you off with his gruff nature and lack of experience with women. He’d choose, instead, to catch glimpses of you when you weren’t watching. Like when you’d leave after bringing him something, or when you’d be around doing farm-work or interacting with the other members of his group. But when you started wearing those revealing outfits, it became harder for him to keep from looking at you. But when he made eye contact with you, he became so nervous and shy that he had to look away. You were the sun. He could feel your warmth, even when he couldn’t see you. You were so bright and beautiful that he felt pulled to look at you, but whenever he did, it couldn’t be for long because he’d forcibly look away, your bright smile burning his sensitive retinas.

Speaking of the sun, there you were. “Daryl!” You called as you ran to him. The actual sun glowed behind you, making you look even more like an angel. He was atop one of your horses ready to leave the farm to look for Sophia. He was shocked to see you since you usually weren’t up until noon. He’d know since that’s around the time he sees you watching him through your window.

“Yeah?” He grunted.

“Ya goin’ out to look for that little girl?” Once you were out of the sunlight, he could actually get a good look at you. Something in him stirred when he saw you in the little dress you had on. It was a cream color with ruffles at the bottom and it gave him a good view of your breasts from his position on the horse. He quickly tore his eyes away and looked at the view ahead of him, which was nowhere near as beautiful as you.

“I figure you’ll be gone for a bit, so I brought you a little bite to eat,” you said holding up a few muffins you made the other night wrapped in cheesecloth.

“T-thanks,” he stuttered. Despite how frequent it was, he was always taken aback by the kindness you show him. He’s never been treated the way you treat him before and it caught him off guard.

“Be back by dinner, okay?” It wasn’t a command, more of a hopeful question, but made his heart flutter.

“I’ll try.” He didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep. You stood there fiddling with your dress about to say something but deciding against it each time.

“Wha’ is it?”

“B-be safe out there!” You blurted before scampering off. He found it odd how you could be so bold with your teasing, yet shy when it came to actually talking to him.

Your words echoed in his head as he searched for any sign of Carol’s lost daughter. Your request of be back by dinner, okay? motivated him to get back to the farm, despite his injuries from the horse tossing him down a cliff making it difficult for him to move. But what really stuck with him was your horrified scream when you saw Andrea shoot him. That scream haunted his dreams while he was unconscious. The terror of it being the last thing he’d hear from you was his real nightmare. So when he heard your soft “Hey,” he felt relief wash over him, despite the pain everywhere else. He blinked his dry eyes open only for the first thing for him to see being your tits. You had on a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. He didn’t know if this was a part of your teasing or a pure mistake, but either way, his cock stirred at the sight. You leaned down further to look into his eyes.

“How ya feelin’?” You ask, placing the back of your hand to his forehead. He tried to croak out a response, but his throat was too dry. You quickly grabbed the glass of water at his bedside and helped him drink it.

“Better?”

“ ‘M fine,” he said. You gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him, but were humoring him anyway. “You were injured pretty badly, Daryl,” you said as you gently stroked his hair. He caught himself before he could fully melt into your touch. In fact, he moved away from it.

“I know, ‘m fine,” he snapped before trying to roll over, away from you. He didn’t like you seeing him like this. So weak and frail, having to depend on those around him. He didn’t see the hurt expression that took over your pretty face. But, to his luck, you didn’t let him push you away. Instead, you toed off your shoes and got into the bed beside him, facing him. He hoped to the high heavens that you couldn’t see the redness that blossomed on his face when you flashed your bright smile at him.

“I’ll keep ya company,” you promised.

“Don’ need no company, said ‘m fine.” He didn’t know why he was so adamant about pushing you away. The minute he realized you were in here, he brightened up. He didn’t want his sunshine to leave, but he couldn’t help the storm that was brewing inside him.

“Well, if you really want me to leave, I’ll go.” You were almost out of the bed before his clammy hand grabbed your wrist.

“Nah, you can stay,” he said, prompting the return of that bright smile.

When you woke up, the sun was setting and Daryl’s arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your heart swelled, this was all you ever wanted, to be in Daryl’s arms. Okay, well you wanted more than just his arm around you, but small victories! You gently moved his arm off you so you could get up and get some dinner from him and yourself.

“What were you doin’ in there?” Your father asked as soon as you stepped out of the room. He stood outside, about to come in, holding a tray of food for the bowman.

“Nothin’, Daddy, I was jus’ checkin up on our patient!” It was the truth, but it felt like a lie.

“Since earlier this afternoon?” He pressed.

“Lost track of time,” you explained.

“Now, honey, I know you’re just lookin’ out for him, but-“

“I know, I know, you don’t really trust them, but I’m just lovin’ thy neighbor, so to speak.” You bargained.

That response seemed to satisfy him for now. He handed you the tray of food to give you Daryl.

“Daryl, dinner,” you called softly upon reentering the room. He groaned, but woke up anyway. He tried to sit up, but winced in pain. You set the tray down and quickly ran to his side to help him out. You adjusted his pillows and helped him to a sitting position.

“Wha’s fer dinner?” He asked, glancing at the bowl of soup on the tray beside him on the bed. You hummed in thought before dipping your finger into the bowl and sucking it clean, making sure your lips were pouty as you did so, hoping to tease Daryl.

“Tomato.” He hummed noncommittally before reaching for the spoon. You swatted his hand away. “Nuh uh, you’re still healing, let me feed you.”

“I can feed myself,” he protested. You furrowed your brows and pouted at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but opened his mouth slightly, waiting for a bite. You smiled, scooping up some soup and spooning it into his mouth, making sure to lean forward as to give him a front row seat to the view down your shirt. You saw him avoid looking the first few times, but soon he was unable to resist taking a peek, and soon his peeking became staring (however, he pretended not to be whenever you looked back up at him).

“Enjoy the soup?” You asked once the bowl was mostly empty.

“S’alright,” he said as he nibbled on a cracker. You grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the soup directly from it.

“Goddammit!” You cursed when a glob of soup fell onto your white t-shirt. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise, a chance to drive Daryl crazy. You grabbed a random t-shirt from one of the drawers and set it down before taking off the one you had, tossing it aside. You put the new one on as if you didn't just give him a strip show. His face was beet red and he hurried to adjust the blankets on his lap.

"Daryl, you okay? You look a little hot?"

"S'just w-warm in here."

"Let me jus' check your temperature." Instead of pressing the back of your hand to his forehead like before, you placed a gentle kiss to it.

"Feels a little warm." You stayed close to his face. If he moved, even a centimeter, his lips would touch yours, which is what you were hoping for. You glanced down at his lips, then up at his blue eyes, waiting for him to lean in. Despite all this teasing, you kinda wished he'd make a move, too. When he didn't, you pulled away, kissing him on the cheek instead.

"Get well soon, okay?" you said before taking the tray and leaving.

Daryl had been mentally punching himself since that night. He was an idiot for not kissing you when he had the chance. You were right there and so obviously waiting for him to do something, anything. But he couldn't. It'd been so long since he'd done anything with a woman, and even then, he didn't think he was any good. He was almost embarrassed about how inexperienced he was at his age. And someone as beautiful as you obviously would have some experience, so why waste time on him. He didn't want to be the cloud that dulled your shine.

He was now well enough to be released from Hershel’s care, but not well enough to resume about his usual ways. He’d normally disobey orders to take it easy, but when you made him promise to rest, he couldn’t break it. Subconsciously, he glanced over to your window. It wasn’t something he did often, considering you were usually the one watching him, but you were weighing heavily on his mind. He saw you up in your room, assuming you’d just woken up since it was almost noon. You were at your window, rummaging through your dresser -he knew where it was when he caught a glimpse of your room when he was inside the house. You held up a few shirts, probably deciding on which to wear, before pulling your pajama shirt off over your head. This was now the second, no, third time he’s gotten a perfect view of your tits. God they would feel so good in his hands, better yet, they’d look so good bouncing in unison with his thrusts as he fucked you into your mattress. Your teasing and mischievous ways only fueled his fantasies, causing his pants to tighten uncomfortably. The little wave you gave him from your window pulled him out of his own head. You, still topless, blew him a kiss before stepping out of frame.

His heart rate increased expeditiously as he nearly came in his pants. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore, it was driving him crazy. He wanted you, not just the fantasies in his head and the company of his hand. He wanted to feel your walls squeeze his cock, hear your little moans as he pleasured you until your mind went numb, become one with you as you came in unison. He hurried into his tent and zipped it all the way up before collapsing onto his sleeping bag and hurrying to undo his pants. He liberated his aching cock from its confines and spat on his hand. He rubbed himself up and down, from base to tip, imagining it was your pretty mouth swallowing him whole. He ignored the sound of distant footsteps approaching his tent and instead chased his climax, which was coming embarrassingly fast.

“Daryl?” Your distant voice called, but all he heard in his mind was you moaning his name as your nails scratched down his back.

“You in here?” You asked. Daryl came in his hand, taking extra care to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from his mouth. Reality set in when he saw your shadow standing outside his tent. He quickly wiped his hand off on the closest piece of fabric and shoved himself back in his pants.

“Need somethin’? He asked. He willed you not to notice his flushed, sweaty face.

“Watcha doin’ in there?” You asked, trying to peek into his tent. He moved to block your vision. He didn’t need you finding any trace of his earlier activity. Although, the little dress you had on had him ready to continue said activities.

“Nothin’.”

“Anyway, I came to check on you, make sure you’re takin’ it easy.”

“I am, was jus’ takin’ a nap,” he lied.

“Then why are you so red? And sweaty? Are you comin’ down with somethin’?!” You were starting to sound worried, making Daryl feel guilty. You reached up to feel his forehead and check for a fever, but he stepped back, avoiding your touch. If he felt your skin on his, in any capacity, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back anymore.

“Daryl, don’t be so stubborn!” You stepped closer only for him to step back again.

“Ain’ got no fever, girl! S’just hot out here!” He insisted.

“Don’ know that for sure. If it is one, it could mean one of your wounds is infected.”

“S’not a fever, ‘m sweaty from workin’ out.” You looked at him with an eyebrow skeptically raised and a hand on your hip. So much for takin’ a nap, you thought. Your eyes traveled down his body before meeting his again, this time with look more mischievous than usual in your eyes.

“Your fly’s down.” He quickly zipped it up, cursing himself for the dumb mistake.

“Anythin’ to do with your ‘work out’?”

“Dunno what yer gettin’ at.” His heart was beating faster in his chest, this time because of anxiety. You were onto him and he was about to get caught, humiliated under your scrutinizing gaze.

“Flushed, sweaty face.” You took a step closer and he took one back. “Dilated pupils.” Another step forward and another one back. “Unzipped fly.” He stepped back, not looking where he was going and stumbled onto the grassy ground. You sat down next to him. “Took forever to open your tent.” Your face split into a grin like the Cheshire Cat. “I’d say you were in there masturbatin’.” He stumbled over his words, looking for what to say in denial of your observation accusation. You pressed your pointer finger to his lips.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You leaned over him and slid your hand down his chest. “I touch myself, too.” His sparkling blue eyes went wide. “Usually thinkin’ ‘bout you when I do it.” You could feel his breathing change as you slid your hand further down his toned stomach. “Were you thinkin’ ‘bout me?” His face was beet read and breathing shallow. You had him and he was more than ready, willing, and able to give in. He nodded his head, confirming your suspicions.

“Well, next time I’m on your mind,” you leaned down, lips ghosting his parted ones, “don’t just settle for your hand.” His lips finally met yours in a heated kiss. The built up tension from his days of pining and yours of teasing finally being released in that kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, slipping your tongue inside and drinking in all his pleasured groans.

“Wanna go back to my room?” You asked after pulling away.

“Nah, too far. Let’s go inside my tent.” You happily agreed and hurried inside, zipping it up behind Daryl. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, passionately exploring it with his tongue. He kissed his way down to your neck, roughly sucking marks.

“Oh, Daryl!” You shouted when he reached a certain spot on your neck, just beneath your ear. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Nervously, Daryl’s hand experimented with touching your body, his hands firmly gripping your hips. They were comfortable there and not daring enough to try anything else. He wanted to impress you, but at the same time he didn’t want you to notice that he had no clue what he was doing or what to do next, using the pirated porn and one night stands of his past as reference. Your hands grabbed his and placed them on your tits.

“Touch me, Daryl!” You whined. His hands groped and kneaded at the soft mounds of flesh hidden behind the thin fabric of your dress. He pulled down the front of your dress, freeing your tits then recapturing one by putting it in his mouth. His large hand toyed with the right while his mouth suckled the other. Your little wanton whimpers egged him on, giving him the confidence to try more. Your squirmed beneath him, squeezing your thighs together. His cock was also painfully hard, once again, and yearning to feel your warm walls around him. He pulled away and undid his pants before pulling out his cock, stroking it a few times. He looked up at you, but you looked less excited. Your eyes wouldn’t meet his and your arms were crossed over your chest, hiding yourself from him.

“Wha’s the matter, Sunshine?” He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue naturally. He was more than excited to sleep with you, but his worry regarding your sudden change outweighed that.

“N-nothin’. Jus’ put it in,” you said hoarsely.

“Nah, we ain’ doin’ nothin’ unless ya tell me wha’s wrong.” It sounded harsh, but it came from a place of genuine concern.

You sat up, readjusting your dress as you did so. “I-it’s jus’,” you nervously fiddled with the hem of your dress, something Daryl noticed you did a lot around him. “C-can we go slow? I haven’t done any of this stuff before,” you admitted.

“You a virgin?” He asked, astonished. You glumly nodded your head as if you were accepting defeat. In a twisted way, that relieved him a bit. Maybe since you’ve never had sex, you wouldn’t notice his own lack of experience. He put himself in his boxers before patting the spot in front of him. You crawled over to him and sat between his legs, your back against his chest. His lips found that spot on your neck again and began sucking there as his hand slid underneath your panties. He rubbed your clit in tight circles, causing your thighs to clamp shut over his hand.

“Jus’ relax,” he coaxed. You relaxed the best you could, but the pleasure kept you from staying still.

“F-faster,” you whimpered. He obeyed your command, rubbing you at a quicker pace. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you moaned in his ear. His other hand slipped beneath your panties and gathered your arousal on his finger, before he slowly slid it inside you, giving you time to adjust. He pumped it in and out of you as he continued to rub your clit. Your back arched off him as you moaned his name. He easily slipped in a second finger with how wet you were. Your velvety walls were so soft around his thick digits. He couldn’t wait to feel them with his cock. He moved his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting you in a spot that had you babbling nonsense. You squeezed his fingers with your soaking cunt as your first orgasm overtook your body.

“Daryl, I’m ready. Need ta feel ya inside me,” you slurred. He helped you lay down on your back and slid your panties off before pulling his painfully hard cock out again. Your legs rested over his thighs as he coated his member in your juices before lining it up with your entrance. He slid in as slowly as he could, making sure this would be as painless as it could be for you. You were so soft, slippery, and smooth around him, the best pussy he’s ever had. Once he was all the way in, he stopped to give you time to adjust. He leaned down and connected your lips in another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled held him close.

“You can move now.” His hands gripped your hips as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you, not wanting to give you too much too soon. His pleasured grunts mingled with your moans as he slid in and out of you.

“More, need more!” You whined. He adjusted your position, placing your legs over his broad shoulders. The new position allowed him to fill you even better. As he pounded in and out of you, the erotic sounds of damp skin slapping damp skin filled the tent, harmonizing with his and your sounds of pleasure. He lifted your dress over your head, getting rid of the barrier between you and him, and tossed it aside. His own fantasies came true as he watched your tits bounce in unison with his thrusts. He took them in his hands again, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb, bringing you closer to your climax.

“Daryl I think I’ma-” Your sentence trailed off into a moan as you came around his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm as his own approached. He pulled out of you just as he was about to finish and came all over your tits and stomach, like a firehose. You let out a satisfied hum, barely able to keep your eyes open. He grabbed one of his discarded shirts and cleaned you off before laying beside you in the sleeping bag. You rolled over to face him and hugged him close in your arms.

“You were the best first I coulda asked for,” you confessed. Your words soothed his worries that he didn’t perform well enough while also making his heart flutter.

“Guess all yer teasin’ paid off.” You giggled against his chest.

He pulled you closer to him and pulled you in for another kiss, a sweeter, gentler one this time. You dozed off in his comforting arms, wishing you’d never have to leave.

i proofread it, yaaay! anyway, thanks for reading! <3

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dilfsandmartinis · 1 month

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We need more AU Daryl Dixon! Specifically about AU sexual pollen. I've only read two sex pollen fics with Daryl and that's not enough!

I have a very bad memory for names and tags are useless. But one was about the reader picking a flower and Daryl later realizing it was a flower with sexual pollen that Merle gave him when they were younger.

I had only read about sexual pollen in other characters (non-TWD) and I think it would be interesting to read about Daryl or the reader being so physically needy and with a lot of begging.

I'll look in the notes app on my other phone to see what the fics are. English is not my first language.

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#fic recomendation #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader #rec fic #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon the walking dead #twd

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dixonsgirl93 · 1 month

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Can anyone recommend accounts that write fluffy and smutty things for Merle Dixon?

Pls and thank

#Merle Dixon #Merle Dixon imagine #Merle Dixon fic recs #Merle Dixon Twd #Twd Merle Dixon #the walking dead Merle Dixon #Merle Dixon the walking dead #merle dixon x you #merle dixon imagines #merle dixon fanfiction #merle dixon x yn #merle dixon x reader #merle dixon smut

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sinsandsweetness · 9 months

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any good rick or daryl fanfictions you can recommend? I've read all of yours and don't know what to do with my life now.

by the way, i love your fanfictions

Hehe I luv u🫶 I’d like to make a list with links to my actual fave fics and such so when I have time to sit down with my laptop I totally will. For now, you can look through my tag of #fic recs

Or check these accounts out:)

@catt-leya (a couple faves are this and this)

@grimesthinker

@murder-jacket

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#fic recs #twd fanfiction #rick grimes fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction

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babyyblues · 11 months

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Request: "Can you please do #9 “If I don’t make it out of this-” “Don’t say that, we will.”? Daryl and reader, M/F, go on a run and the reader sees a walker coming up behind Daryl. They attack the walker and kill it, but got bit in the process. #9 You can decide if they survive the bit or not"

prompt 21: “If I don’t make it out of this-” “Don’t say that, we will.”

Era: None mentioned, no spoilers

Summary: You and Daryl go on a simple run, but things in this world really aren't that simple anymore.

Word Count: 1,243

warnings: angst, descriptive gore/ descriptions of wounds, walker bites, death

A/n: a fic without the prison? who is she??? I changed the request a bit, hope you don't mind! I can't come up with titles for shit. Sorry this is so sad, I had a different ending planned but this one felt right. Anyways, enjoy :)

also this gif makes me so sad, sorry again

It was supposed to be an easy run. You and Daryl, your partner in crime. You were running low on, well everything, but when Rick had mentioned that Judith was running a bit low on formula, you and Daryl didn’t hesitate to offer to run to the abandoned strip mall that had multiple baby stores to see what you could find. It was quiet, you and Daryl had even been flirting for Christ’s sake. It was supposed to be easy.

Now, your chest was tight, anxiety weighing heavily on your shoulders as the sound of the herd grew closer. The eye contact with Daryl was anything but reassuring, nerves practically radiating off of him.

“We can’t stay in here, windows aren’t boarded, we gotta find somewhere else. Quickly,” you breathed. Daryl’s eyes darted around.

“There,” he mumbled, signaling toward the smaller building across the street, “if we go now we can beat them to it. I’ll cover ya.”

“Daryl-”

“We don’t have time to argue- we need to go now.” You sighed with a nod, looking around as you made a run for it. Daryl stuck behind, his crossbow aimed high in the case of danger. He watched as you grunted, hitting your shoulder against the door frantically.

“Come on dammit,” you growled, hitting it once more before the wood broke. You snapped your glance back to Daryl with a nod, making your way into the store to clear it. The herd was unbelievably close, Daryl fighting his way through to get back to you. His heart dropped to his feet when he heard a blood-curtling scream leave your throat, followed by a round of gunshots.

“Y/n!” he yelled, seeing nothing but red as he smacked the butt of his crossbow into the head of the walker in front of him before finding a clearing to make his way to you. He called your name again, pushing his way through the door, blocking it with whatever he could find, stepping back to make sure it would hold. Turning around, his eyes took in the scene, multiple walkers on the floor. When his eyes met yours, concern flooded his features as your lip wobbled and tears stung at your eyes.

“Daryl,” you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks as you shook your head, “I’m so sorry.”

“What is it? Y/n-” his voice died down in his throat as his eyes landed on the dripping bite mark on your forearm, quickly snapping the eyecontact back up to your glazed eyes. He swallowed roughly throwing his bag down, abruptly pulling his button-down shirt off his back before tearing it into pieces.

“Daryl what are you-”

“Lay down, need ta bite on this,” he spat, making quick work to tie a makeshift tourniquet around your arm. You let out a whimper at the pain.

“Daryl wait-”

“We don’t have time! We have ta get it off ya!” he argued, wet eyes looking at you pointedly. You nodded, a small sob leaving your lips as you laid down, watching as Daryl grabbed the axe you had been carrying. Placing the ripped piece of cloth in your mouth, he took a moment to look at you, his eyes full of worry.

“‘M sorry in advance, this ain’t gonna feel good.” He swung the axe down, Daryl’s stomach began to churn at the sound of the muffled scream you let out against the shirt. He couldn’t help the tears that escaped his eyes as you writhed in pain, squirming on the ground as he continued the daunting task.

Pain seared through your body, chills running up your spine. Daryl took a second, using his infamous red rag to wipe at the layer of sweat that caked your forehead.

“‘M sorry, ‘m so sorry,” he grunted, “almost done, stay with me.” You began to drift out of consciousness, the world turning fuzzy.

“Hey, Y/n, hey no. Stay with me, yeah that’s it. Good, we’re all done, jus’ gotta wrap ya up. Yer safe, I got ya.” he told you, wrapping what was left of your arm with the remainder of his shirt. Grabbing another rag from his bag, he wrapped it around your arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He pulled you close, holding you in his arms, grabbing the canteen before helping you to take a drink.

“Daryl-”

“Shh, ‘s alright, don’t have to talk,” Daryl comforted you, squeezing you a bit tighter when he felt you shake in his arms. You startled him with a cough, looking up at him with a weary smile. You inched your hand toward his cheek, your own tears falling as he nuzzled into your touch.

“Dar,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and throat dry, “If I don’t make it out of this-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that, we will. ‘M gonna get ya outta here, yer gonna be okay.” You shook your head with a sad smile, coughing once more.

“I love you Daryl Dixon,” you whispered, Daryl clamped his eyes shut with a shuttering breath before his piercing blue eyes met yours. His lip wobbled as he took your face in his hands.

“I know, I know ya do. ‘N I love you.”

You let out a chuckle, Daryl swiping his thumb to catch your tears.

“You have n-no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” you spoke slowly. Daryl looked down at your arm, blood now soaking through the shirt. He readjusted, peeling his other shirt off to rewrap the wound.

“D-daryl no, you- you have to go.”

“What? Nah, I told ya, ‘m gettin’ ya outta here, jus’ gotta-”

“Daryl,” you cried, “I’ll just slow you down, I-i’m not gonna make it Dar. There’s a back door. You need to leave, now.”

“‘M not leavin’ without you!” he growled, the flow of his tears growing heavier by the second. He took in his surroundings, and it was a massive punch in the gut when he realized you were right. You had lost so much blood, it was all over him and the ground beneath you. Walkers were banging at the front door. And you- his beautiful girl- were far too weak to move or be moved. You were doing your best to keep your eyes open for him, but there was only so much longer you could hold on. He couldn’t deny the facts that were layed out in front of him, you were growing cold right in front of him.

“Daryl please,” you mumbled, your eyes slipping closed, “ya don’t gotta do it you just need to get out of here.”

“Can’t let you turn,” he whimpered, returning his hands to your cheeks, watching as you began to drift. You fluttered your eyes open wearily, the color beginning to dragon from your face completely.

“Kiss me,” you breathed, “please.” He didn’t hesitate to softly place his lips on yours, his heart shattering as he felt you go limp in his arms.

“‘M so sorry,” he sobbed, “m’ so so sorry sunshine.”

Holding you for a minute longer, he begrudgingly placed his knife through your skull, unwilling to let you turn into one of the monsters who caused this. Saying his final goodbyes, and I love yous, he made his way out the back, making his way back to the car. Pulling out a cigarette with his shaky hands, he lit it before pulling a long drag, unable to get you off his mind.

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