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#v; The Walking Dead (Merle)

grimesgirll · 1 month

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rickyl x reader but with rare jealous!daryl

daryl shouldn’t be seething at the sight of rick’s head in your lap.

there’s no reason at all he should be thinkin’ about skinning his best friend. it’s jealousy at its finest.

he can hear merle now, taunting him. he wonders if his brother would call him a “fuckin’ pansy” or a “pussy” first. fuming inwardly all by himself on his recliner. the piece of furniture begins to feel like an island. it’s even worse imagining he’s just watching you and rick.

once upon a time, daryl got a kick out of seeing you get those pretty, big brain thoughts fucked out of your head for just a moment while rick splits you open. there’s something in seein’ you all fucked out, thinking about fueling the fire between your legs only. the legs that daryl often threw over his shoulders, diving tongue first in your paradisal cunt. that would be before rick rolled his way in and insisted he be the first to stuff your tight, yearn slick pussy.

merle would rag on him for that.

“aw, poor cucked, fuck,” he’d try to stifle his laugh but end up roaring in laughter.

daryl does the same thing he did when his brother was alive and ignores the thought. the thought of you can’t be banished from his head though.

no, not when you’re running your hands through rick’s hair and looking down at him, lips moving in sweet muted conversation that daryl is too green to comprehend. he’s feeling selfish now and wishing you two could go somewhere alone.

moments alone with you hit different now. they’re rare but they exist.

like after he and rick spend the better half of the night taking you apart from the inside out, and you and him sneak out to the porch for a cigarette once rick’s fallen asleep.

sometimes daryl thinks rick sleeps worse than judith - the sheriff is basically an insomniac without you. you’re the miracle cure for the horror induced nightmares. it’s like a good spooning with you clears his head, but daryl can’t really fault rick for that. he does however absolutely loathe the sixth sense the constable has for when you’ve strayed away from his arms in the night.

the man’s head is swimming at the thought of you in his arms when there’s a knock at the door.

your glinting eyes are rolling but you’re calling out for your guest to, “come in!” rick’s scowl couldn’t be larger but he fixes his face once maggie comes into view.

maggie looks between you and rick, even sparing a glance at daryl before attempting to stifle a laugh and clearing her throat. “i’m sorry to interrupt, but deanna needs you at her house to discuss important matters.”

you feel rick tense beneath you. barely able to contain your own pouts, you gaze back up at rick and he takes that as his signal to connect your lips one last time. shining under the living room ceiling lights, the two of you mash wantonly wetted lips. lost in each other, you don’t feel the pissed off redneck across the room.

finally breaking apart, you whine and rick almost scolds you, wondering if you have any respect for maggie’s image of you. when he glimpses over your shoulder and catches sight of maggie’s grin, he’s smirking. daryl wants to go out into the woods and shoot something.

“well, duty calls.”

rick’s rolling you off of him, leaving you with another breathless kiss and nodding daryl’s way.

daryl struggles to maintain a cordial face. this doesn’t go unnoticed by rick, who would’ve asked what was up with his typically mellow friend had he more time. the younger man’s more than relieved to see rick and maggie meandering out the door.

“dare’.”

damn, he almost forgot about you.

blue irises meet your dilated centers. the darkened, passion cast pupils beckon him to resume where rick had left off. a hand pats the patterned sofa.

that stirs him from his moodiness - slightly.

you’re assuming your position in his lap once his ass hits the cushion. hands gently wring around his neck until you’re sat firmly on top of him, gaze unmistakable.

“what’s goin’ on with you?”

startled, his breath hitches in his throat. his adam’s apple throbbing uncomfortably peaks your attention. you frown at him until his pink lips move slowly.;

“i feel like i haven’t even seen you lately, baby. and we live in the same fuckin’ house.”

your face falls at the words. “really?” you ask, wanting him to go on. the distraught look painting your typically sunny face has him not wanting to, but he does because you asked.

“you’re always on him, he’s on you. you touch me too and i know you love me. i know you like goin’ out in the woods with me but you feel so fuckin’ far away when you’re right there.”

“i’m so sorry, dare’.”

he’s quick to stop you. “it’s not your fault, baby, it’s not rick’s either-,”

“-no!” you interject, grinding down onto him by accident, eliciting a groan from him which you quickly apologize for.

daryl slaps your fleece covered ass lightly. “don’t apologize for being fuckin’ hot, baby.”

you giggle, leaning down to kiss him. he’s slowly but surely fading into this fairytale kiss you’re bestowing upon him until he hears another apology on your lips.

“baby, it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not.” you’re almost in tears now. puffy lips quake and purse. “you should never feel that way.”

“it’s fine, hon’, i feel better just telling you, an’ gettin’ it off my chest.” he assures you, playing with the top of your fleece shorts.

your eyes trail down to the drawstring of your shorts, and you wipe away a tear, revealing a yearning smile.

“would this help?”

daryl suddenly rolls into you, pelvis pistoning against the pillowy fabric of your shorts. he shrugs. “i don’t know.” he grunts. “maybe.”

you laugh. angling your hips, you dial up the pressure you’re coasting against beneath you when you come closer. daryl straightens to meet you for a kiss, succumbing to you, immersed until you whisper against him, “c’mon, i wanna feel you inside of me.”

daryl raises an eyebrow. “baby, i haven’t stretched you out.”

you shake your head, laughing. “you and rick already took care of that last night. you could stop fucking me for three days and as long as i’m wet-,” you get a blushed out look on your face. “-which isn’t hard around here.”

your lover’s face turns cocky. “you like being ready after being stretched out by two cocks?” pride laces his question. rick could irk him but he did love sharing you with his best friend more than anything.

that pretty little head nods up and down like it’s obvious.

“you gonna take me out and sit on me, baby?”

you’re nodding even more obediently now. falling into the instructions that have your pretty little clit swelling beneath your bottoms. that sends your hands racing to tug down daryl’s jeans, circling your hips as well to quickly spare a hand and work down your shorts. the sight has daryl straining.

“don’t make me wait, you know i can’t,” he complains with a kiss to your neck.

“mhmm,” you hum in agreement and tug down the waistband of his underwear, allowing him to help you with your peach pantone panties.

you involuntarily lick your lips upon seeing his gorgeous cock. the gigantic head primarily has your attention. has it always looked this big? you wonder. you want to take it into your mouth but the urge to give daryl that comfort he deserves has you hovering your already slick pussy above his hardened cock.

all at once, you let your hips descend and the first inch or so of daryl disappears inside of you.

“damn, girl.” the sensation has him crooning and singing your praise as you waste no time rocking up and down to develop that sloppy wetness on him - like you’re greasin’ a fuckin’ pole.

“mhm,” you whine. daryl’s awestruck face, scrunched from how tight you are despite your words, suddenly clears any stress or unease. he’s loving this, you remind yourself. an idea fills your head and before you know it, your begging for a hickey.

“huh?”

“a hickey!” you groan, bouncing with your hands firmly on his chest.

“then c’mere, baby,” and daryl’s clutching you down towards him as soon as you lean in. “i’ll mark you up however you want.” those thoughtful lips imprint into your skin immediately.

you gasp and wriggle against his loving mouth. he feels so wonderful, playfully bruising you with light scrapes of teeth and a roving tongue so well that your thought almost gets fucked out of you.

“want you to mark me up for when rick gets home,” you tell him, panting and squirming with pleasure on top of him.

length brushing against your walls which are flush against him like quicksand, those words are dangerous. he does his best not to fuckin’ jackhammer you to oblivion just at the thought of rick comin’ home to you all purple from daryl’s mouth - the mouth that was already obsessed with your pretty girl clit and taking a vacation between your legs.

“yes, whatever you want, baby.”

“ah!”

you’re not ready for the bite that isn’t as light as you’d expected.

“so tight on me.” daryl chuckles, suckling on the sensitive skin. “felt you clenchin’ like you’re ready, baby girl.”

“does my pussy feel good? squeezin’ you?” you ask, eyelashes fluttering.

daryl almost finished in you right then and there.

“course it does.” he replies without missing a beat. “what kind of question is that?”

the answer and the pace daryl is adopting has you seeing stars. heat is what you plunge into as you slide up and down on daryl. he’s dragging you up and down against him, hands burying fingernail marks in your soft hips while he fucks up into you and worships your shoulder.

the bite to your shoulder is what sends you tumbling into the tirade of pleasure that’s your orgasm.

on the living room sofa, you gasp and cry, tears falling into daryl’s hair as he takes a tit into his mouth, biting down. it’s a soft graze of cautious teeth but you yelp, startled by the pleasure and the spurting of warm come in your tight little cunt.

foreheads bowed against each other’s, you both find a rhythm in your breath - and each other’s lips again.

it’s when you and your lover are unsurprisingly making out again, once you take just a moment to breathe and pull apart, the question’s blurting from your lips;

“you know i love both of you, right?”

daryl softens beneath you. the hands on your waist rub languid, lazy patterns as daryl nods at you. “i do, baby.”

the twinge of a smile is on your lips until you’re suddenly remembering how you got to asking that question and straddling your dare’ like this in the first place. “but you shouldn’t feel that way.”

daryl’s shaking his head, ready to tell you that it’s fine, he’s fine but then you’re saying;

“how could i ever make it up to you, dare?’”

a million possibilities filter through his mind at once. there really isn’t an apology he won’t accept from you.

“how about a hunting trip? just the two of us.”

“i love your mind, baby.” he grunts, bucking up into you with that seemingly impatient, girthy rod.

you giggle in triumph, letting a pretty grin overtake your face. “alright now, back to where we were, huh?” you bear down to capture daryl’s mouth in a kiss, tonguing your way inside for just a brief moment before parting lips. “rick will be back from watch in an hour. how many hickies do you think you can give me before then?”

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letterstotheflre · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐕𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈’𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔) || 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍

summary: it's his fault. daryl knows that. he should've realised sooner that he knew exactly what those mushroom's would do to you once you ate them.

cw: 18+ only. dark fic [ft. sex pollen, dubcon, mentions of previous noncon drugging (on daryl), outdoor sex, grinding, fingering, squirting]

a/n: soo here is my first big daryl fic! honestly, this might be my favourite fic i’ve ever written :3 it was very fun to write and somehow i really liked writing daryl dialogue/inner monologue (his accent is just so fun lol). once again, this was supposed to be a very feral smut fest and ended up having a lot of emotional moments and inner daryl turmoil </3 i still hope you like it :)) || also very unrelated side note, but i think “gold rush” by taylor fits the daryl in this fic v much (it’d be from his pov, not yours)

“Where d’ya think we should go next?” You ask Daryl around a mouthful of the lone rabbit he hunted earlier this afternoon.

Finding food is getting harder and harder, not to mention you’re running out of your water supply. It’s obvious you need to move your camp to a better area, preferably somewhere near a lake or river. The question is, where is that exactly?

Daryl shrugs, turning the rabbit leg between his dirty fingers around. He takes a rough bite.

He doesn’t know, and to be honest, he doesn’t really care. Now that the prison fell and with the group scattered to the winds, he doesn’t have much hope for anything. He had gotten a little too comfortable there, his first mistake, and now look where it landed him. Had he learnt nothing from his first camp with Merle, then the camp in Atlanta, then the CDC, and finally the farm? He had enough experience under his belt to know that things always took a turn for the worse, especially when everything seemed safe and peaceful. Yet he still let his guard down.

The thing is, the prison… the prison was different. It was well protected, with several feet of fence that kept the walkers far from the main building. They didn’t have to worry about any walkers creeping into their cells and taking a bite out of them in the middle of the night since they were able to clear their side of the prison in a matter of days. They had guns and ammo, food and water. Hershel and Carol even taught them how to take care of crops. Hell, they even got their hands on some cattle! They didn’t need to scavenge the woods for some meagre squirrels any more.

Things were looking up. He had even started to think that maybe, just maybe, they could spend the rest of their lives there. But then the Governor showed up and everything went to shit.

So now here he is. No Rick, no Carol. Alone once again. Well, not exactly alone– he had you for company.

It’s not that he doesn’t like you– he likes you more than just a normal amount if he’s being honest with himself. It’s just that… you’re a dead girl walking. He doesn’t know how you’ve made it this far, and by all accounts you shouldn’t have. Before all this, before the virus and the walking dead, you were a preschool teacher. You had lived in the city your entire life, in a nice house located in a nice neighbourhood with nice parents. If he had to bet, he’d say you were even prom queen back in the day.

There had been no need for you to learn how to hunt, scavenge, track, shoot a gun or even handle a knife. Daryl had been the one to teach you how to shoot a gun in the air, volunteering immediately when Rick brought the subject up and completely ignoring the amused, knowing smile on his friend’s face.

If he focuses hard enough, he can still hear the sound of your happy laughter the first time you hit the center of the target. Can still feel your chest pressed to his in your celebratory hug.

“Think I saw some train tracks a couple miles east yesterday. If the others saw ‘em too, they’re probably following them thinkin’ we’re doing the same,” you ramble on, not letting his lack of answer deter you. “Maybe we could find Rick or Maggie.” You lean forward so you can reach the mushrooms you picked up today, plop one and then another inside your awaiting mouth.

Daryl watches as you chew, eyes judging. He had been adamant that you shouldn’t eat them, shouldn’t even touch them.

“Stupid girl,” he growled, swatting your hand away from the cluster growing on the bark of a tree. “Didn’t ya mom tell ya not to touch things you never seen before?”

“Ain’t stupid,” you bristled at his tone. “I know these, they used to grow ‘rond some plants in the garden back home. Pretty sure mom put them in our soup ev’ry now and then.”

You don’t let his lack of answer deter you. “Think I saw some train tracks a

Daryl kneeled beside you, broad right shoulder touching your left one, and examined them closely. He was sure he had never seen them before, not in the woods from his hometown nor in any of his hunting trips since the outbreak started. “Nah, these ain’t safe,” he concluded.

“Yes, they are.”

“No”, he enunciated the word to make it as clear as possible. “They ain’t.”

“Yes, they are,” you scowl and plush a couple from their roots. “I ain’t stupid nor useless. I know I can eat these.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “If ya want to kill y’self just to prove a point then fine, be my fuckin’ guest,” he snarked. Then he got up and kept walking in silence, not even sparing you another glance.

He shakes his head firmly. “Nah, no train tracks.”

“What? Why?” You ask, surprised. “It’s our best shot at findin’ the others!”

“Ain’t no one to find, girl. S’better if ya stop kiddin’ yourself.”

“How could you say that?!” You look at him like he’s a monster. Daryl clenches his jaw. “They’re our friends, our family! We can’t just give ‘em up for dead as soon as things go south! Not after everything!”

Daryl throws away the bone in his hand and looks at you with fury. Don’t you get it? Merle, Sophia, Andrea, Lori, T-Dog, Dale, the list goes on and on. You’re the only one he knows for sure he has left and he’ll be damned if he has to add your name to the list too because you want to search for ghosts. You are his responsibility now. His voice is loud when he says, “Yeah, we should! ‘Cause if you saw those tracks y’know what it means? Means other people saw ‘em too. Bad people. And if ya go ‘round there, lighting fires and singin’ those stupid kid songs you sing all day like you’re in a fuckin’ musical or some shit y’know what they’re gonna do? They’re gon’ kill ya, or worse. So drop the fuckin’ topic and finish yer dinner.”

There really is no room for argument. You drop your gaze to the floor and gulp down the lump in your throat, bringing your knees to your chest. Everything is silent for at least an hour, the only sounds coming from the crackling fire and Daryl’s chewing.

And then you call his name.

“Daryl?” Your voice is different; breathier, quieter. Almost like you can barely string the letters together. “I don’t feel very well.”

He’s on his feet in a second, the argument forgotten as soon as he heard your mumbled call. In three quick steps he’s standing in front of you. He kneels so you’re the same height and cups the side of your face. “Wha’s wrong?”

You blink sluggishly, revealing your dilated pupils, and lick your lips. “I don’t know,” you slur. Your breathing gets heavier. “I think– Oh God, I’m so hot,” you complain, almost ripping the zipper of your jacket in your haste to take it off. You throw it away like it’s made of molten lava. Before he can stop you, you take off your long sleeved shirt, leaving you in just a tank top, and lean back against the fallen tree trunk with a relieved sigh.

It doesn’t make any sense, Daryl thinks. It’s almost winter in Georgia, you should be freezing, but there are no goosebumps littering your skin that might signal you are cold in any way. In fact, you’re even trying to roll your cargo pants up to relieve your legs from a nonexistent blistering heat.

Daryl presses his hand to your forehead and is surprised to find it slick with sweat. “Y’re burning up,” he says, though he guesses you could probably already tell. He takes one of your arms and inspects it closely, looking for any wounds that could potentially be infected. “Where ya bit?”

You shake your head. “No, no. I didn’t see any walkers today.”

Your arms are in pristine condition, save for some sparse moles and freckles and a single healed scratch on your forearm he remembers you got from running around the woods so carelessly. There’s no sign of a bite or infected cut.

“Did ya get close to anyone sick back at the prison?” He knows it’s stupid to ask– everyone had taken their rounds of antibiotics to prevent another possible outbreak, and it’s also been a week since the prison fell. If you had been infected, you would’ve showed symptoms earlier on, but he doesn’t know what else to do.

“No, I was with Beth ‘n Judy.” Suddenly, you gasp in pain and clutch your lower stomach, pressing your thighs together. “Daryl, it hurts,” you whimper.

The pain in your voice breaks his heart. You look so small, curled up in a tight ball like a wounded animal. He brings you into his lap and shushes you, “I know, I know.” He rubs your back in an attempt to soothe you. “Just lemme think for a second, ‘kay? M’gonna fix ya.”

He wrecks his brain for a solution but keeps coming up blank. He doesn’t have any idea as to what the hell caused this– one second you were fine and then the other you were bending over in pain. Did you touch something? Eat something? Was the water contaminated? Did some poisonous plant graze your skin? Was the rabbit he killed infected and he didn’t notice?

The tip of your nose tickles his neck as it moves from his collarbone up to his jaw, your rib cage expanding beneath his broad hand when you take a deep breath. He grunts at the strange sensation. “What are y’doin’, girl?”

Your hands curl around his shoulders, the leather of his vest crinkling beneath your tight grip. “You smell so good,” you mewl, taking in another whiff of his scent.

What the fuck.

He doesn’t know where the random compliment came from. He knows you have to be lying though– it’s been weeks since his last shower. His last one was five days before the prison fell and it wasn’t even a proper shower, just a scrub down with a rag, a bucket of water and some soap they found in the last supply run. That’s why he says, albeit a little disheartened, “Y’re talking nonsense.”

You shift in his lap, pressing your chests together and Daryl has to force himself not to react to the feeling of your boobs against his chest or to the movement of your wiggling hips over his crotch. “Am not, am not,” you babble, pressing small wet kisses to his neck and trailing your palms down his strong arm. “You– you smell so good. Feel so good. So big. I–” your breath hitches when you grind against him, relief morphing your previously pained features. “I need you, Daryl.”

His hands that were previously laying limp on either side of him are suddenly held by your softer, smaller ones and moved to your thighs. He drops his gaze, watches you control his hands. Up and down, up and down. The light coming from the fire illuminates the remnants of your dinner. You shift directions and now his hands are on your ass, forcing him to squeeze and grope as you keep grinding against him.

He stares intently at the leftover mushrooms and all of a sudden he’s 23 years old and Merle’s laughing his ass off as Daryl finishes the dinner his older brother had insisted on cooking. He remembers now, the desperation clawing at his chest when the shrooms started making effect. Remembers how Merle dragged him to a club in the city and patted his back in encouragement. “Go wild, baby brother! Lord knows ya need this.”

Misery is heavy on his shoulders. He wants to throw up– he was wrong before. He did see those mushrooms before. He had eaten them and been under their control. And now you were suffering the same fate he had all those years ago. Because of him, because he failed to realise sooner.

You move his hands up to your waist, your stomach, your breasts. He never wanted it to be like this. He had hoped, stupid as it was to dream about something other than mere survival, that if he ever got the courage to confess his feelings it’d be when everyone was safe again. When you didn’t have to sleep in tents and cars and pray to God he found any semblance of food. When you’d finally have a house, or a room, or at least a bed.

He’d be soft with you, just like you were with him every day.

Now, as you grind and moan above him in a lust filled rut, that dream will remain that. Just a dream.

He tears his hands from your grip, one settling on one side of your hip and the other cradling your cheek. Heat emanates from your skin like you’re a furnace. Daryl leans forward, lips brushing yours as he promises, “M’gonna make it better. That okay?”

You’re not in the right state of mind but he still asks for any semblance of peace of mind.

“Please,” you whimper, little crystal beads gathering on your waterline.

After months of pining, he finally closes the distance between you and presses your lips together in a firm kiss. Your mouth is soft and plain against his, trusting him enough to follow his every command as he devours you completely. He uses the hand on your hip to help you smooth down your otherwise stuttered grinding, drinking down every sweet little moan and gasp he elicits out of you.

That’s what you are– sweet. Sweet to touch and taste and feel. Sweet even in the way you cling to him, use him to relieve the affliction between your legs he accidentally caused.

Daryl holds you by the back of your neck, feels the warmth of your breath as you moan his name. “More. I need more,” you cry. The tear tracks on your cheeks glimmer in the warm fire light. “M’so empty. Need you to fuck me. Please, please, please,” you beg like a broken record, forcing your fist into Daryl’s chest and twisting his heartstrings without mercy.

“Don’t cry, doll face,” he rasps, brushing away your fresh wave of tears. You inhale shakily, leaning into his touch and nuzzling his palm like a touch starved kitten. Your hands tremble as you unbutton your jeans, struggling to pull them down from how sweaty you are and how sticky the insides of your thighs became. Daryl silences you every whine with a kiss and helps you pull them down to your shins, not willing to risk taking off both your shoes and pants completely in case you need to make a quick escape.

“I said I’s gonna fix ya and I am. Just need a couple minutes first.” You make another noise of complaint that turns into a relieved sigh when Daryl pulls your panties to the side and teases your folds with the tip of his fingers. “Need to get ya ready first. This all for me?” He asks, gathering all the slick dripping out of you.

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes closed in bliss as he toys with you. You nudge your noses together. “Always for you, Daryl. Only you.”

You really need to stop playing with his feelings like that. You’re talking out of your ass, he tells himself, letting your desire and need for relief control your words. Still, it’s nice to hear. He can’t deny that. Maybe he can live in this fantasy bubble a little longer, at least until reality crashes down on you both and you have to come to terms with what happened and decide to never see him again.

He circles your weeping hole, taunting you, then plunges a lone finger inside when you look like you’re ready to pounce on him. It’s easy, oh so easy, for him to slip in. He thought it would be harder, given the fact that he knew you haven’t slept with anyone since the apocalypse started. Not that he kept an eye on you or anything, he just happened to notice how your tent and cell were always silent, much like his. But you’re so wet that your cunt practically swallowed him right in.

You tap his shoulder needily, mouthing the word “more”, and bite your lip to stay quiet when he adds a second finger and then a third. You could cry from how happy you are right now.

“That enough for ya, ya spoiled girl?” He scoffs, rubbing circles on your swollen clit with his thumb.

You can only nod as he buries his fingers up to his knuckles, curling them and feeling the rough calluses as he prods inside you in search of your soft spot. When your loudest moan yet lets him know he found it, he abuses it, creating loud squelching noises that have him smiling.

Euphoria sends a shiver down your spine and makes your entire body shake as you cum, a small stream of clear liquid hitting Daryl’s wrist and dripping down to his jeans. “Shit,” he whispers, amazed.

He made you squirt.

Daryl’s still staring at his dripping wrist as you paw at him with a heaving chest, fingers curling around his brown plaid shirt. Your nails could nearly break the fabric. “You promised,” you sob. “You promised you’d fix it. That you’d fuck me. Don’t you want me?”

He tears his gaze away from the mess between your legs in shock. How could you ever think he doesn’t want you? When you’ve consumed his every waking thought and haunted his every dream. When the only thing he wanted to do when you looked at him with those glimmering eyes was to follow your every command word for word. When he didn’t want to just fuck you– he wanted to keep you safe and warm, wanted to make sure you’d never know hunger.

He grabs your jaw, fingers tightly pressing on your warm cheeks, and snarls. “Don’t ever think I don’t want ya.” He tugs you to him so he can kiss you, unbuckling his belt with one hand and pulling down the zipper of his jeans. Your own hand joins his and squirms under the rough fabric so you can take his cock out from behind his boxers. His jaw clenches at the feeling of your soft hand around him, so different from his own. Untouched by decades of manual work, protected by dutiful applications of hand creams (he's heard you tell Beth how dry your hands are now and how much you miss your favourite hand cream. He’s been looking for some on every supply run ever since).

He spreads all the wetness stuck to his fingers over his cock, his stomach doing a summersault when he sees you biting your lower lip in want. You guide him to your entrance, gasping in unison when the mushroom tip slips past your soaking wet folds. Slowly, you sink yourself down, Daryl mouthing at your neck as you get used to the thickness of his cock as it threatens to split you in half.

“Relax,” Daryl grunts, the scruff covering his cheeks scratching at the tender skin of your cleavage. He goes back to playing with your clit, knowing it’ll allow the tension to leave your muscles and he’ll be able to push in the remaining two inches.

Once he’s buried to the hilt, you take a shuddering breath in and slowly start to bounce. “Wanted this for so long,” you babble. “Wanted you, Daryl. A-And now you want me,” you smile, increasing the speed of your bouncing. You chant, “You want me, you want me, you want me.”

Daryl nods, teeth gritted as he feels you tighten around him, walls pulsing. You collapse on his chest, hips still grinding in search of any form of friction. With a firm and secure grip, he grabs your ass and uses it as leverage so he can pound you down on him. For once, he’s not worried about loud noises or stray walkers or even unknown strangers stumbling into the scene. No, he just worries about you and your sweet cunt keeping his cock warm; about your lips on his neck, your hands gripping his hair and your dulcet “uh uh uh’s” ringing in his ears as you cum for the second time.

He lifts you off of him just in time to shoot ropes of white all over his shirt, biting your neck to muffle his grunts of pleasure. For once in what seems like a lifetime, the walker infested woods are completely still, only both of your laboured breathing breaking the unusual silence.

Until you speak in a meek voice and it’s like he’s suddenly doused in cold water. “Daryl?”

He drops his forehead to your clavicle and shuts his eyes tightly, heaving a sigh. This is it– the moment where he loses you, where you run away. Forever disgusted with him. Afraid of him for breaking your trust.

After another beat of silence, you call his name again. “What happened?”

He straightens his back and rubs his face. He clears his throat. “It was the mushrooms,” he refuses to look at you as he explains the events of the night, unable to stomach the look of disgust he’s sure is all over your pretty face. “The ones you picked up today. I thought I didn’t know them but I did. They’re some kind of… aphrodisiac or some shit like that. Merle…” he trails off, skipping over the reason he knew about them in the first place. It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. “Y’were feeling so sick ‘n those things… with the amount you ate they would’ve– they would’ve killed ya if I didn’t…”

“You saved me,” you state, cradling his face so that he can see you. His face is all scrunched up like he wants to cry and he hates himself for it– he has no right to feel like shit. He shakes his head. “You did. You saved me. I would’ve died if you didn’t do as I said, as I wanted you to.” You kiss his lips chastely. “Y’know, I meant what I said earlier. While we were…”

“Nah,” he scoffs. “Y’were just saying shit ‘cause of the drugs. S’okay, ya don’t have to worry ‘bout my feelings.”

“No,” you frown, disconcerted that he always seems to bring himself down without even realising it. “I meant it. I’ve wanted you for a while, since– since the CDC, actually. When we played that card game after dinner and ya helped me get to bed since I was too drunk to even stand.” You smile as you remember the feeling of his arm around your waist and the soft pat on your head once you were resting on the pillow. You tuck some strands of hair behind his ear and his throat dries. Shrugging, you say, “I just never thought you liked me that way.”

Daryl weighs his options, wonders if he should take a leap of faith or pretend he’s never thought of you that way. This is too much for him. He’s scared to bare his chest wide open only for you to dislike what’s inside. But then he sees the earnest look in your eye and behind it, the fear that he won’t say anything at all.

“I do,” he gets out through the fist clutching his vocal chords. “Like you. Like that, I mean. I–” He shuts his eyes at how useless he’s with words (another reason why you deserve someone better than him). However, instead of rolling your eyes at him or making a derisive sound like he expected, you simply giggle at his uselessness, reaching for him once more.

He lets you kiss him and touch him as much as you want. You trace his brow bone and cheekbones with the soft pads of your fingers, play with the ends of matted hair and twirl them around your index. When you yawn, he makes sure you have your top and jacket back on and lets you rest on his chest. He stretches his arm so he can reach his discarded crossbow and leaves it on his side. “C’mon, go to sleep. I’ll take first watch.”

pls reblog if u enjoyed it, it’ll make me twirl my hair and kick my feet :3

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sinsandsweetness · 6 months

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Sin sin sin sin just had a dirty ass thought (not inspired by real life…) would any of the boys you write for have a Prince Albert??

If you want to could you write a little piece about reader finding out they have it, like she’s shocked but turned tf on

And I mean any of them, Walking Dead, Punisher, Supernatural or more.

(Personally I think Shane might have gotten one while he was drunk, Daryl and Merle the same. Even Rick the dirty fucker 😫 I can see Frank and Dean having one too 😫😫

♠️.

I can totally see that with Shane.

Imagine, it’s been a few days since he got a little too drunk and woke up with a painful surprise in his boxers. Shane shows up at the diner him and Rick frequent, and maybe you’re a waitress there and you’re already talking to Rick at the bar. Your favourite regulars. They’ve been stopping by for lunch at least once a week for a year. You don’t even need to take their order when they walk in, you just ring in their usual and pour them a beer.

Shane slumps down beside Rick on one of the stools at the bar and immediately grimaces. A pained groan escapes his throat that has both you and Rick sharing a look.

“The hell happened to you?” Rick is smirking. Knowing how hungover Shane was the other day when he called in sick.

“Nothin’.” He brushed it off immediately. Trying to order his burger as a distraction instead. But you interrupt him.

“Nuh uh, what’s up? Someone use a little too much teeth the other night, or what?”

Rick chuckles, the sound garbled by the mouth full of food.

“No- I-,” Shane sighs, adjusting himself once more on the uncomfortable stool. “I got a- I got a pmmhm”

“What?” You ask, “I didn’t catch that last part.”

Shane mumbles once more and has both you and Rick rolling your eyes.

“Shane. Speak the fuck up.” You finally tell him, placing a beer down on the coaster in front of him.

“I got a piercing.”

“A piercing?” Ricks eyes are wide.

“Shh,” Shane looks around, ensuring the conversation hasn’t gained too much conversation. “Yes. A piercing. Now let’s eat our food and get back to work, hm?” He whispers.

“You pierced your dick?” Rick whispers and the two of you lean in closer. Making sure that the privacy of the conversation was held to the degree that Shane clearly needed.

“Did it hurt?” You ask, eyes following his button up all the way down. You can’t help the image he’s created in your mind.

“There’s a metal bar through my dick, sweetheart. Course it hurt.”

You bite your lip, leaned in against the counter. Unintentionally pressing your breasts together and on display in the deep v of your blouse.

Shane can’t help but notice. Gaze catching yours once more before he asks, “what?” Why are you staring?

“Just thinkin’ about how it might feel for the next girl you bring home.”

Rick smirks, taking another bite of his burger and trying not to look at the fact that their favourite waitress is eye-fucking his best friend.

“Oh yeah?” Shane’s demeanour shifts back to his usual hyper sexual cockiness. Less shy now that what used to be an embarrassing drunk mistake, has actually piqued your interest. “Maybe you’ll have to come over sometime. Then you can tell me just how good it feels.”

“Shane,” Rick can’t help but scold his friend for his inappropriate behaviour. But you’re blushing hard and Shane just holds back a laugh. A devious smirk still fixed in his face. The three of you share a little laugh before you’re forced to acknowledge the other costumers you should be tending to.

All you can think about for the rest of your shift is if Shane actually meant it. And what it would be like if you actually were to actually find out.

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bluelangel · 2 years

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hi! this is the first time i write for daryl and the first time for tumblr as well. i dont really know how to use this app but im gonna find out!! i hope you like it, i don't write anything in ages so sorry if this is shitty. also, English it's not my first language so it may have mistakes in this, sorry.

-> warnings: smut, p in v smut, some praising kink? idk. virgin reader, female reader, light dom daryl.

-> notes: hes so hot pls rail me

You and Daryl were together since de start. Not romantically together, unfortunately, but surviving together. He and Merle found you living inside of a abandoned car, you were living there for three days and were glad they found you because you were running out of water and food.

So you joined them, for Merle dismay. He didn't seem to like you very much, said you weren't their responsibility, a burden, that's what you were to him, always calling you a cry baby or whining or stupid or helpless. Daryl didn't said any of those things about you, but he never stopped Merle from been a asshole either.

One time on the road, you fall while trying to kill a walker. Merle and Daryl had caught four of them and you thought you could at least put one down. Wrong, the dead beast har hard to kill, which caused you to fall and with it on top of you, trying to eat your face, you put your hands on its chest so he wouldn't bite your face off. You screamed for Merle's help since he was the one closer to you, but he just looked at you and scoffed. Then you felt the dead thing weight leave your body and were finally able to breathe again. Daryl looked at you after sinking his knife into the walker's head.

"What did I tell ya, girl? Stay behind me! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Sorry" you said, and then the three of you were back in the road again.

After some days you found Shane and his group, Daryl didn't trusted none of them, that's why he told not to go on runs or be alone with those people. You, on the other hand, really liked them, and by the time you've grow fond of them all.

That brought all of you to the prison, not all of you though, a lot of your people couldn't make it.

The prison never had so much people, Woodbury citizens were living with you now after the fight with the governor.

You were talking to Gary, one of the Woodbury people, he was around your age and really pretty, didn't make yoyr type though, you've always liked older men better. But Gary was fun and turned out to be a good friend.

You felt a arm around your shoulder and didn't need to look up to know who it was. His strong men scent did the job. He couldn't see you next to a man that he was by your side in a instant. He said he didn't trusted this guys around you, that they were looking for a pretty young girl to fool around and them leave, and you didn't deserve that, his words.

"Get lost, boy" he grows. Rude. Gary try to say something but Daryl grows again and he disappears.

"That was rude" you said.

"He should be doing his damn job not be here hitting on you." He took two plates laying on the table and start putting some dry meat and cooked eggs. He beckoned you to sit and you did, then he put the plate in front of you on the table and said: "Eat." Then go back putting him some food and sitting next you. "What were you two talking about?" He shoved some eggs in his mouth.

"Nothing important. He just wanted to take a walk with me and watch the sun go down." You ate some of the eggs and take a bite of the dry meat. You were actually excited for this, in your 24 years of life you've never had a date before, nor a boyfriend, and even though this wasn't what you thought your first date would be, you wanted to enjoy a simple thing as this. Maybe this was the day you would finally lose your virginity.

He scoffed but didn't say no more.

You waited for Gary to show up, but he didn't. So you get up from the bench and started walking to your cell, the sun already down.

"So how was it?" Maggie said, coming your way, she looked excited to know all about.

"It wasn't." You just wanted to go to bed and sleep. Maggie followed you till you both were inside the cell, sitting on your bed.

"Oh, sweetie, did he said something?" She touched your face.

"He didn't even show up, Maggie! What a asshole! Daryl was right, this boys sucks." You sighed, crossing your arms. Maggie looked at you almost like she knew something. "You know what? I will confront him tomorrow. Yeah. I mean, he was the one that asked me out, he should at least show up before dumping me right?"

And that's what you did. Next morning you found him by the fences taking down the dead and went to him.

"So, why ask me out if you aren't gonna come? Just to make a fool out of me?" You were angry at him, how could he do that?

"I don't have time right now." He kept sticking the steel bar on to the walkers skull, he didn't even spare you a glance.

It was so humiliating, waiting for him there alone, people waking by and looking at you.

"I really thought you were a nice guy, you know?" He stopped what he was doing and looked past your shoulder, you followed his eyes and found Daryl looking back.

"And I really think you're nice and really pretty, but anytime you're close that guy is there, watching like a hound dog." He looked at you this time.

"Did Daryl told you something?" You looked him down, waiting his answer.

"He told me to fuck off and leave you alone, and even though you're pretty, you're not worth being beat up." He then go back doing his job, the sound of the walkers' skulls breaking ringing in to your ears.

That night you heard a knock at the cell door. You knew who it was, but you didn't want see him, not now. He opened the door and entered, not waiting for your permission.

"What do you want, Daryl?" You were lying on your side, hands under your head.

"Wanted to talk to you. To say I'm sorry." You then sat on the bed, watching and waiting for him to finish. "I didn't wanted you dating him. He don't deserve you."

"You make no sense, Daryl" you simply said.

"Telling you that I don't want you dating him doesn't make sense?" He came closer, looking straight to you in the dark room.

"Yes, you don't make any sense." You got up and walked to him. "You treat me like I am yours to take care, but I'm not really yours. You don't want anyone to date me, but you don't want me either. You act like a protective boyfriend but you are not my boyfriend! You don't no one to have me but you won't have me! Yes, you make no sense at all."

He looked right to your eyes, his tongue getting out to wet his pinky lips, his chest rising and falling every time he took a long breath.

"Who said I don't want you?" His fingers tangled with your hair while his mouth came to find yours.

You never thought he would be this gentle, his left hand caressing your cheek while his tongue danced with yours. His lips felt like heaven and his tongue felt like paradise. He roared into your mouth when he heard you whining and broke the kiss.

"Still think I don't want ya?" His finger dragged a line to your lips to your chin. "I dont want you with anyone else because you're mine, baby."

You didn't need anymore explanations, you threw yourself into his arms, your arms around his neck. Daryl's hands flew to your ass, rubbing your covered pussy at his crotch, which make you moan against him.

"Please, Darrie." His fingers tangled and tugged at your hair until your mouths parted and you were staring at him with lust in your eyes. "I want you." You whine.

"You want my cock, sweetheart? Is that it?" You nodded. You were more than ready for this, your cunt dripping since he fir kissed you. "Want me to fuck you?" You squirmed as you heard those dirty words coming out of his mouth.

You never wanted a man like you want him, you just wanted him to fuck you hard and rough till you pass out. And all though you were a virgin, you had this fire inside you, ready to explode.

He dragged you to your bed and started taking your clothes off til you were naked in front of him. It was dark and the only thing illuminating the room was a candle, but you could see him perfectly. His beautiful eyes staring at your naked body like a animal ready to attack its prey.

"This is all mine" he grows, lying on top of you. "This pussy is mine." His fingers traveled to your private area, dragging circles on you clit. "This tits are mine." His mouth taking your breast and sucking on it.

You were over the moon, you couldn't even talk, just moan and tug at his hair. His fingers working on your sensitive bud until you were panting, he then put a finger inside your wet pussy, making you squirm and scream.

"Fuck, baby you are so tight. I'ma gonna have to open you up for my cock, huh? You think you can take it?" His finger circled your canal while his thumb worked on you clit. "I'ma gonna make this virgin pussy come real good." You never told Daryl you were a virgin, you didn't knew he knew. That was embarrassing. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were shut, enjoying the most amazing thing you ever felt in your life. Till you felt like your body was boiling and was about to explode. Screams and moans came out of your mouth as you came, your breath heavy in your chest and Daryl's fingers deep in your pussy.

"That was so good, darrie." You felt relaxed, like you just get out of a hot shower.

"You want more, baby?" You nod to his question. He took his clothes off in less then ten seconds and was already on top of you, his cock touching your mound, it was heavy and thick and scared you a bit. "Relax for me, pretty girl." He took your legs and positioned on his hip, but didn't thrust at you yet. "You are the most beautiful woman I ever seen. So caring and gentle and passionate." He kissed you once again.

"I love you, Darrie." You couldn't control yourself, covering your mouth after saying.

"I love you, baby." He found his tip with the opening of your desperate cunt and pushed all his length inside you.

It was so thick it felt like was parting you in half, and it felt so good.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good" he cursed, gis forehead touching yours.

"Ohh, God, Darrie!" you moan. "It's sooo good. Go harder please."

"You wanna me to go harder?" and he did, his hips going against yours, his huge cock coming out and coming in hard and fast inside you, making the most sinful noises you ever heard, and it turn you on so much. "I'ma gonna destroy this pussy, is that what you want?"

"Yes, God, yes!" you whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"I'ma gonna come inside this pussy. Make it mine." He roared.

"Yes, darrie. Right there, please!"

"Say you're mine, girl." He pounced hard in you, making you see stars.

"I'm yours, darrie, forever." You grabbed your tits and squeezed them.

"Fuck I'ma gonna come inside you, woman. Get you pregnant so all of them bitches know your mine."

That sent you on fire and you came, hard, with a desperate cry that Daryl has to put it down so you didn't wake the whole prison. With his left hand on mouth, his right hand under your knee, he fucked you while kneeling on the bed. Your sensitive cunt making wet noises while he indeed destroyed your pussy. You came again, felling his hot cum spurs inside you. He lowered himself and lay on top of your chest, his dick still inside you.

"Gonna make sure your pussy sucks all my cum."

And you both slept like that, tired and sticky with sweat.

Next morning you heard Rick say to Daryl: "Next time don't make so much noise, would you?"

You felt your cheeks hot and almost die of embarrassment.

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brooklynislandgirl · 7 months

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10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Tags

Tagged By: my loves @kylo-wrecked and @tangleweave Tagging: Anyone who feels like they need one more Sunday this weekend.

~*~*~*~

I. Marvel: Beta-Ray Bill, Eddie Brock/Venom, Doctor Strange, Phil Coulson, Vision, Groot, Spider-Man {Peter Parker}, Gambit, Doctor Morbius, Bucky Barnes. M'Baku {Hate the moniker of 'Man-Ape'}. Magneto. Loki. Night Crawler. Frank "Punisher" Castle. Colossus. Danny "Iron Fist" Rand. Foggy Nelson. Ghost Rider {Both Johnny Blaze and Robbie Reyes, "Caretaker" Carter Slade}. I know that's more than 10. Whatever, I do what I want. >.> II. DC: Lex Luthor, Nanaue {King Shark}, Martian Man Hunter, John Constantine, The Joker, Jonathan Crane, Morpheus {Dream of the Endless}, Death of the Endless, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Swamp Thing, Green Lantern. Cisco Ramon. Hunter Zoloman.

I absolutely blame @nightmarefuele for at least two of these.

III. Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader. Admiral Piett. Kylo Ren. Wedge Antilles. Kit Fisto. Han Solo. Chewbacca. Jocasta Nu. Darth Rivan {not to be confused with Darth Revan}. Jos Vondar. Jango and Boba Fett, and of course, all my 10,000,000,000 Clone children. No I will not be taking questions.

IV. Star Trek: Worf, Martok, Gowron, Chancellor Gorkon, Kurn, Dr McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekhov, Chris Pike, Ortegas, Nurse Chapel, Geordie La Forge, Riker, Data, Lore, Chief O'Brien, Q, Benjamin Cisco, Garak, Gul Dukat, Quark. V. Firefly: Mal Reynolds, Jayne Cobb, Hobun Washburne, Zoe Washburne, Shepherd Book, Kaylee Frye, YoSafBridge, Adalai Niska, Badger, Jubal Early Take my life, take my land, take me where I cannot stand. I don't care 'cause I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me. {{My coat has always been a little...brownish.}

VI. The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Daryl and Merle Dixon, Michonne Hawthorne, Abraham Ford, Glenn Rhee, The Governor, Bob Stookey, Ezekiel, Dwight, Aaron, Morgan Jones. VII. Justified: Raylan, Boyd, Ava, Art, Rachel, Tim, Dewey Crowe, Johnny Crowder, Loretta McCready, Robert Quarles, Ellstin Limehouse, Mags Bennett, Devil, Jean Baptiste, Boon, Willa, Carolyn, Sweety... oh so many. VIII. Yellowstone: John, Jamie, Beth, Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Jimmy Hurdstrom, Thomas Rainwater, Mo Brings Plenty, Lloyd, Colby, Teeter, Jake, Ethan, Angela Blue Thunder, Malcolm Beck. IX. Law & Order- Alphabet Soup: Captain Cragen, Lenny Briscoe, Mike Logan, Anita Van Buren, Jack McCoy. Rey Curtis, Ed Green, Arthur Branch, Cyrus Lupo, Kevin Bernard, Frank Cosgrove, Jalen Shaw. Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Odafin Tutuola, John Munch, Chester Lake, Melinda Warner, Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba, Dominick Carisi, Peter Stone, Bobby Goran. I have seen literally every episode of the American Law & Order franchise Original, SVU, CI, OC, etc...with the first three watched multiple times. While I often wouldn't call it my most favourite show...it's probably my most favourite shows.

X. The Lord of the Rings: Boromir and Faramir, Éomer and Éowyn, Theoden King, Theodred, Gimli, Pippin, Sam, Meriadoc, Fangorn {Treebeard}, Beorn, Celebrimbor, Bard the Bowman, Dwalin, Celeborn, Denethor, Gil-Galad king, Fingolfin, The Watcher in the Water, Maedhros, Finwe, Manwe...and I could go on for years. My first true fandom as we know it {probably Arthurian Legend was my first and truest fictional love}, and one I have been faithful to for over 25 years. Honestly never please talk to me about it, because I have rabid opinions about literally everything. And lastly, I only included tv/movies here because books and rpgs would require an entire three or four Long Ass Posts all of their own. Much Love.

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prpfs · 7 months

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some of random fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact! 🎃

I prefer plotting on Tumblr and writing on Discord. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs). I try my hardest to reply daily. Depending on how the work week is going, it may take 2-3 days to hear back from me, though. NSFW/smut greatly preferred (with a healthy dose of plot) but not necessary.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM, FxF, or MxF). I'll take on some canon x OC (only MxM or FxF). I like canon or canon divergent plots. As long as the plot makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it.

I'll just be listing the muses I'm most interested in writing as at the moment. I can write others for most of the fandoms. I have my favorite ships but I'm open to discussing doing pretty much anything.

Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor, Sixth Doctor

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon

Ghost BC: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus IV

Grand Theft Auto V: Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Harry Potter Franchise: Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cormac McLaggen, Gilderoy Lockhart, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape

Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only), Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise: Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

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findyourrp · 7 months

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some of random fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact! 🎃

Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor, Sixth Doctor

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon

Ghost BC: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus IV

Grand Theft Auto V: Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Harry Potter Franchise: Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cormac McLaggen, Gilderoy Lockhart, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape

Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only), Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise: Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #saw rp #scream rp #twd rp #marvel rp #mcu rp #doctor who rp #harry potter rp #fantastic beasts rp #game of thrones rp #cc x cc rp

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darkdoverpseeker · 7 months

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some of random fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact!

Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor, Sixth Doctor

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon

Ghost BC: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus IV

Grand Theft Auto V: Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Harry Potter Franchise: Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cormac McLaggen, Gilderoy Lockhart, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape

Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only), Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise: Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

#1x1 rp #doctor who roleplay #doctor who rp #scream rp #scream roleplay #saw rp #saw roleplay #21+#discord rp #semi lit rp #spicy #rp #roleplay

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findroleplay · 10 months

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I'm on the search for some fandom roleplays.

Please be 21+ to interact!

21+. She/Her. EST (GMT-5). I like to write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to stick to Tumblr for plotting. I write in third person, past tense and around 2-4 paragraphs. I can't guarantee daily replies, but I do try to get them out as soon as I can, which is usually within 2-3 days. I like communicative writing partners who can generally match that reply time.

I'm only looking for canon x canon pairings and am open to MxM, MxF, and FxF (in order of preference). I don't write with people who only write MxF. Please be open to at least two of those because I like to have a max amount of ships to discuss. I like canon and canon divergent plots the most. No AUs that are way out there/not set in the canon universe. I lean towards romantic pairings and writing smut. I'm okay with just "fading to black," if that's how you like to do things.

I'm only going to be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as right now. I have my favorite ships but am open to discussing doing just about anything. I can also write more characters than those listed so feel free to bring others up.

Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor, Sixth Doctor, Tenth Doctor

Fantastic Beasts Franchise: Albus Dumbledore, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Alliser Thorne, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon

Grand Theft Auto IV: Dimitri Rascalov, Francis McReary, Gerry McReary, Niko Bellic, Ray Boccino

Grand Theft Auto V: Steve Haines

Harry Potter Franchise: Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cormac McLaggen, Gilderoy Lockhart, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape

Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe: Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Harry Osborn (from the Tobey movies), Helmut Zemo, Loki Laufeyson, Nathan Summers, Norman Osborn (from the Tobey movies), Peter Parker (Peter 3/Andrew!Peter only), Piotr Rasputin, Quentin Beck, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Supernatural: Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Chuck Shurley, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Mick Davies

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh

If you'd like to do something, please like this post and I'll get to you ASAP.

#rp #roleplay #doctor who rp #fantastic beasts rp #game of thrones rp #grand theft auto IV rp #grand theft auto V rp #harry potter rp #marvel cinematic universe rp #supernatural rp #the walking dead rp

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thesoggyraincloud · 2 years

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Catching Her Masterlist

// Daryl Dixon x OC // Merle Dixon X OC (platonic)

Instead of the comforts of a viable society, she had two emotionally stunted rednecks.

Hello Beautiful people, I’ve almost finished half of ep 4 of the Walking dead!!! WOOP WOOP! I can assure you will be seeing a lot more of Quinn and Daryl interacting with the group, there may even be time for a glenn spin off in the old people’s home lmfao ^v^ (2/2/24)

Fyi, ive edited the first two original chapters into one and a seperate prologue so chapter 7 is now 6, 6 is 5 etc......

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Chapters 1-6 Pre The Quarry

Chapter 0-Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter sneak peak

Chapter 5

Chapters 7-12 The Quarry

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfiction #daryl x oc #daryl x y/n #merle dixon x oc #merle dixon x reader #the walking dead #twd drabbles #twd fanfic

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roleplayfinder · 2 years

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30+. Female. Looking for 21+ writers for some fandom roleplays.

I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings but will listen to OC ideas you have. I have a strong preference for MxM ships but will take on some MxF and FxF ones too. I like canon and canon divergent plots.

I'll be listing the characters I'm most interested in writing as for each fandom, but, in most cases, there are plenty of others I can write as. I have my favorite ships for each but I'm pretty open when it comes to ships so feel free to suggest anything to me.

Grand Theft Auto IV: Niko, Dimitri, Faustin, Ray, Packie, Gerry

Grand Theft Auto V: Steve, Devin, Dave, Michael

Game of Thrones: Margaery, Sansa, Daenerys, Stannis, Tywin, Petyr, Jaime, Robb

Supernatural: Chuck, Lucifer, Dean, Ketch, Mick, Azazel

The Walking Dead: Beth, Shane, Merle, Jesus, Simon

Scream Franchise: Mickey, Richie, Dewey

Halloween Franchise: Michael, Allyson, Vicky

Saw Franchise: Hoffman, Strahm, Schenk

House MD: Chase, Wilson, Kutner

Tolkien Universe: Curufin, Beleg, Maeglin, Bofur, Bard, Elrond, Boromir

Harry Potter Universe: Dumbledore (FB era only), Snape, Lockhart, Barty Crouch Jr.

My preferred place to write is Discord but I can work out other means with you. I do, however, like to stick to Tumblr for plotting purposes.

If interested, please message me or like this post and I'll message you.

I do strongly prefer that you reach out first.

#twenty-one and over #gta #gta roleplay #gta rp #got #got roleplay #got rp #supernatural #supernatural roleplay #supernatural rp #twd #scream #halloween #house md #tolkien #harry potter

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findingroleplays · 2 years

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30+. She/Her. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners for some fandom roleplays.

I'll list my fandoms and some of my favorite ships from them (with the character in bold and colored, if there is one, the one I'd prefer to write). None of the lists are exhaustive. I'm open to other ships and can write more characters (and might be willing to try new ones) than are listed. So feel free to suggest anything to me. Having said that, though, I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings (MxM, MxF, or FxF). I'm willing to listen to OCs you might have but I only want to do MxM ships there for my male characters but will do MxF or FxF for my female characters. I'll make special note of the characters I'm most open to writing against OCs. I like canon/canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there.

NSFW isn't necessary for these but I do welcome it. I'm definitely open to writing it or of just fading to black or keeping things strictly SFW. I don't have any triggers so I'm fine with doing pretty much anything.

My preferred place to write is Discord but I can work other ways out with you. And I like to stick to Tumblr messages for plotting purposes because I'm more active over here than on Discord.

Anything with an exclamation point next to it (!) is something I'm very interested in doing, and the fandoms are listed from what I'm most interested in doing stuff with to least interested but I'll still do it.

Game of Thrones:

Beric x Thoros, Bronn x Jaime, Dany x Jorah!, Dany x Sansa, Dany x Margaery!, Margaery x Sansa, Margaery x Joffrey, Margaery x Stannis!, Petyr x Sansa!, Robb x Theon, Roose x Stannis!, Roose x Tywin!, Roose x Sansa!, Sansa x Tyrion, Sansa x Stannis!, Stannis x Davos!, Stannis x Melisandre, Tywin x Aerys, Tywin x Shae

Dany x OC, Sansa x OC, Margaery x OC, Stannis x OC, Roose x OC

Grand Theft Auto V:

Devin x Steve!, Devin x Michael, Devin x Franklin, Michael x Trevor!, Michael x Dave, Michael x Steve, Steve x Dave!, Steve x Trevor, Trevor x Ron

Devin x OC, Steve x OC, Trevor x OC

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri x Niko!, Dimitri x Faustin!, Gerry x Niko!, Faustin x Niko!, Niko x Packie!, Niko x Ray!, Niko x Brucie, Ray x Jimmy, Roman x Bernie

Niko x OC, Dimitri x OC, Gerry x OC, Ray x OC

Saw Franchise:

Hoffman x Strahm!, Hoffman x Amanda, Schenk x Zeke!

Hoffman x OC, Schenk x OC

Halloween Franchise:

Michael x Loomis!, Michael x Allyson, Michael x Tommy (H6 Tommy ; not HK)

Michael x OC

Middle-earth/Tolkien Universe:

Bard x Thranduil!, Bofur x Bilbo, Boromir x Aragorn, Celeborn x Haldir, Elrond x Glorfindel!, Elrond x Lindir!

Bard x OC, Thranduil x OC, Elrond x OC

Scream Franchise:

Amber x Tara!, Amber x Richie, Amber x Mindy, Billy x Stu, Dewey x Gale!, Dewey x Randy!, Dewey x Roman, Jill x Charlie, Jill x Kirby, Mickey x Derek, Mickey x Randy!, Mickey x Tatum, Richie x Sam!

Amber x OC, Dewey x OC, Jill x OC, Mickey x OC

The Walking Dead:

Beth x Daryl!, Beth x Rick, Beth x Negan, Gabriel x Negan, Gabriel x Rosita, Gareth x Rick, Merle x Glenn!, Merle x Milton, Merle x Andrea, Merle x The Governor, Negan x Rick!, Negan x Simon, Jesus x Daryl!, Jesus x Aaron, Shane x Rick, Shane x Lori, Simon x Gregory!

Beth x OC, Negan x OC, Merle x OC, Simon x OC, Jesus x OC

House MD:

Chase x House!, Chase x Cameron, Chase x Wilson, Chase x Thirteen, Chase x Foreman, Wilson x House!, Wilson x Amber, Kutner x Taub!, Kutner x Thirteen, Thirteen x Cameron

Chase x OC, Kutner x OC, Thirteen x OC

Supernatural:

Ketch x Mick!, Ketch x Dean!, Azazel x John, Azazel x Sam, Benny x Dean, Chuck x Sam!, Chuck x Dean, Dean x Lucifer, Dean x Crowley!, Dean x Garth, Dean x Bela, Lucifer x Sam!, Mick x Sam

Ketch x OC, Dean x OC, Chuck x OC, Lucifer x OC, Mick x OC

Harry Potter Universe:

Barty Crouch Jr. x Draco (18+ for his age), Dumbledore x Grindelwald (Fantastic Beasts era only), Lockhart x Quirrell!, Snape x Lucius, Snape x Harry (18+ for his age)!, Snape x Lupin, Snape x Lily

Lockhart x OC, Snape x OC

If interested, like this post and I'll message you or message me!

I strongly prefer that you message me because then I know you're very interested in doing something because I've had a spate of bad luck recently where people I reach out to first never get back to me.

#18+#21+#game of thrones #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto iv #saw #halloween #scream #tolkien #the walking dead #house md #supernatural #harry potter #discord

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lunarruled · 3 years

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@merlexxdixon continued from here.

While she can guess that it's not completely unusual for the elder Dixon to take to the bottle, Kyleigh was a bit surprised Merle was even able to find liquor these days. She figured at this point it had all been taken already or maybe he made it on his own. Either way she knew she couldn't let him wander around like that, especially with all of the other members out and about the small town they had settled in.

"Well Merle, I'm gonna tell you right now that you don't need anymore of what's in there." The half lycan replied as she glanced at the bottle, though she made no move to take it from him. Drunks are a special breed to deal with and she can tell by the look in his eyes that he probably wouldn't be an easy one to handle.

"But that's just my opinion. How about we at least get you home alright? It's pretty late anyway and you should probably get some sleep."

#☾ merlexxdixon #☾ v: Welcome To The New Age #☾ (The Walking Dead)#☾ c: Merle Dixon #☾ she's in Alexandria in this verse #☾ just as reference :)

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cxrpusvile · 3 years

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The sight of the other has his eyes lighting up as he straightens mouth forming a wide grin. "Odin! Was wonderin' if ya forgot 'bout Ol' Merle. Missed ya, ya growly prick."

"Forget about ya? Impossible t'forget ya are, wee shite." It's all in good humor, a rare grin forming on Odin himself as he strides over to scoop Merle up in a bear hug. There's a slight danger of suffocation, but nothing Dixon can't handle, Odin's sure.

"Who've ya been off harrassin', eh? Heard rumors ye've been givin' that cocky cunt Negan a run for his money, stealin' his precious bat and swingin' those big brass balls of yers around."

#;Odin #v; The Walking Dead (Merle Dixon)#ODIN HEARS A L L #wanted to get to these asks yesterday just didn't have time <3 #Rick be out there in a casual state of shock fgkjfgkjfjgkgggg #MERLE WE LOVE YOU

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