dixonzzgirl

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FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

daryl as he gets older he gains more weight and becomes more bulky. he almost reaches the 200 pound mark. his biceps and pecs and thighs become bigger and bulkier, his stomach becomes ever so slightly pudgy, his dick gets fatter and more thick and stretches you out even wider, making you so much more full. he’s so much bigger in comparison to you he can just manhandle you and throw you around so easily as if you weigh nothing. his fingers get thicker, better for fingering you. his arms can suffocate you… oh big bulky dad bod daryl save me…

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I love carol and daryl so much but I would rather stick ice picks in every orifice I have than engage with the caryl fandom lmao

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i need to kiss him all over. my sweet baby.

I need to protect him with my whole life, he’s literally so tough and big on the outside but so sensitive and sweet on the inside and this man just HATES BEING VULNERABLE AND SHOWING IT. Look at him, he’s trying so hard not to cry, that he just rests his head on carols shoulder so nobody can even SEE how he’s actually feeling at the moment. He’s such a sweet angel, I need to kiss him and tell him he’s the most strongest man on this earth and that even when he seems “weak” to others he will NEVER seem weak to me, the strongest men cry, Daryl. I LOVE YOU.

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IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

I WANT HIM SO BAD IM OVULATING. PLEASE. I NEED HIM INNNNN MEEEE NEEEEEOOOOOWWWW

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As much as I love Daddy!Older!Daryl I also feel he would love being cradled to a woman’s chest.

Let the little boy in him feel safe and loved.

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this is the kind of life I'm going to give him

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i feel sick. that is NOT my daryl.

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YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

Sucker

Daryl Dixon x Reader One Shot

You're out on a run with the group when you spot a bag of candy. Surely no one in their right mind would leave them behind. Before putting them in your bag, you stick one in your mouth. Daryl is the sharing type.

original idea is from this post by : @dixonzzgirl "eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa)"

You weirdly were looking forward to this run into town. The prison life was good, and easy. You loved it there. But once in a while you craved the adrenaline rush that was brought on by being outside the walls and tall gates. 

Today Maggie approached you about joining her on a run to the drug store for baby formula and potentially cold medicine if you were lucky. Judith had come down with a runny nose and they needed to up her formula amount now that she was getting bigger. Of course you agreed, and Daryl sitting next to you at breakfast offered himself as well. So it was you, him, Glenn, and Maggie on this run together. Maybe back when the world was normal you could call this a double date–except for the fact no one knew you and Daryl were a thing. You weren’t exactly sure if you could call it a relationship yet or not, but you two enjoyed each other’s company. Especially in dark corners of the prison…with your clothes off. 

You’re bringing up the back of the group with a knife in hand and assault rifle strapped on your back. 

Daryl turns around, checking to see you’re still keeping up, and when he meets your eyes he gives you a wink. You stick your tongue at him playfully, and he pulls back to walk next to you. When he’s in stride with you, he reaches behind you and pinches your jean clad butt. You yelp and swat him away, making Maggie and Glenn turn around to see what the commotion is from. You and Daryl glance at one another, and when the other two see there's nothing to worry about, you whisper to Daryl, “Don’t, they’ll see,”

“Who cares,” he mutters with a playful smile, “cats gon’ come out the bag one day, sweetheart,” he opens his stride to walk next to Glenn again. You shake your head, trying to make the blush recede from your cheeks as you follow along.

You’re jogging up the strip of stores when you take a halt in front of an old CVS Pharmacy. The windows are hazy and Glenn cups his hand around his eyes against the door to get a look inside. He looks back at the group, nods, and you all hold up your weapons, ready for the attack if needed. Glenn slowly opens the sliding door that was once automatic, and peers inside looking left to right. 

“Clear” he whispers back to the group. You lower your knife and follow inside. You immediately elongate your steps, passing the others and head toward the cold medicine aisle. On your way you pass the candy section and a lone bag on the shelf catches your eye. You smile and take the detour to grab the bag of colorfully wrapped candies. You can’t believe anyone would leave this treasure behind. Before putting it in your bag, you grab one sucker out and unwrap it, sticking it in your mouth. You sigh in ecstasy at the flavor on your tongue. It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything remotely resembling a piece of candy. Your mouth even cramps up at the feeling of how sour the sucker is to your dulled taste buds, but you revel in it as you continue on into the medicine aisle. 

Once you’ve grabbed what you needed plus a few extra things, you return to the front of the store to wait for the others.

“Daryl?” you call, and he comes out from the back room stealthily toward you. He has a small smile on his lips when he approaches you, reaching for your face. You’re hesitant, unsure what he’s going to do since it’s been clear he doesn’t show affection in front of the group back at the prison–you had both kept quiet about your frequent rendezvous in the night. You’re not entirely sure where Glenn and Maggie are at the moment, so you let your guard down for his approach.

Daryl is in front of you, and as he passes you to stand on your left, he pulls the sucker from your mouth, sticking it between his teeth while looking you in the eye. You feel blush heat your cheeks and smile back at him, with teasing eyes. Jesus, this man barely has to touch you for you to be immensely turned on by him. He is playing with the candy in his mouth and sucks deeply on it, then returns it to your mouth and puts it between your lips. The sweetness sticks to your lips and you dip your tongue out to taste it again. Daryl’s eyes are dark and he pulls the sucker away, back to his mouth again.

Maggie then clears her throat, and your blush has turned firetruck red as you glance at her and Glenn, whose eyes are wide on you both. They’re approaching from the other end of the store. Daryl plays with the sucker in his mouth to hold it in his cheek, and follows your line of vision and turns towards them. Both Glenn and Maggie look toward each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Guess that cats out of the bag now,” Daryl grumbles at you, turning to head out of the store. Rolling your eyes, you follow him out. Glenn and Maggie don’t stop laughing til the car is entering the prison gates an hour later.

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obsessed.

daryl x reader headcanons (last two are nsfw)

he never knows where to put his hands. you first noticed when hed kiss you and his hands landed on youre thighs, turning you on more than the simple act of a kiss was supposed to. you corrected it and now its more natural, like guiding his hands over your waist while cuddling in bed or him knowing he can always wrap his arm around your waist when he wants to feel you close

you follow each other around a lot. if you're going on a supply run, he's coming with. if he's tinkering on his bike, you're right there talking his ear off while he gives an "uh huh" every so often to show he's still listening

he'd be down to marry quick. first off its the apocalypse and secondly he never really pictured himself seriously with someone. he told you that he accidentally called you his wife a couple times in his head and you figured it was probably a safe bet that meant he wanted to get married

glenn once tried giving daryl the relationship advice of giving you flowers. daryl took that suggestion and rolled with it. he picked up weeds from the ground and gave them to you, fully believing they counted as flowers lol

always admiring you from afar; carol'd probably comment half jokingly that he looks like a stalker when he's staring at you like that

in alexandria you two would always be on the porch together next to a riffle and some drinks

he praises you for every kill. hunting animals, killing walkers, or killing off people like those at terminus. ex: "atta girl" "nice shot" "pretty badass"

a headcanon word for word stolen from @dixonzzgirl: you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his

sometimes he'll see you talking to someone in the group or at alexandria, assume you're annoyed, and tell whoever to get lost. it a 50/50 chance he's gonna look like an ass for it, but he finds it hella rewarding when you were indeed annoyed and he got to help you

he often gets dirty (somewhat intrusive) thoughts about you. he cant stop picturing you in sexual situations and its been off putting for him since hes never had this problem before. it doesnt even have a trigger which makes it all the more off putting

daryl is the type to put you to bed asap after sex. he'd probably put his arm around you while you rest close next to him as he watches tv in the dark of your room. hes a simple man 🤷

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i love you, papa.

im thinking about old man daryl. the final boss of dilfs.

he comes back from france an entire decade older, with a now noticeable limp in his leg, grey taking over his beard and streaking throughout his hair. hes got wrinkles around his eyes and decorating the sides of his mouth. hes gone from rough and muscular to round and soft, his abdomen now lacking rock-hard abs and adorning the typical dad-bod. though his muscles had decreased in size, his biceps were still big enough to flat out crush someones head, arms now increasingly more hairy as years went by.

you’re still so young, still so pretty, he almost couldn’t believe that in the time that he had been gone for, it seemed like you hadn’t aged in the slightest, from the way you practically threw yourself into his arms, almost knocking him swiftly to the ground.

theres times when he feels selfish about it, keeping you stuck here with someone like him when you should be out mingling with someone that’s within your age range, someone that you could grow old with.

but most of the times he can’t feel anything except pure love and lust, not being able to keep his old handsy hands to himself for even a second.

he doesn’t feel shame when his eyes rake up the entire length of your body, watching you do anything simply because of the sickening way your hips swayed, stuck in trance just by the way they moved.

he doesn’t feel shame when you straddle his lap, cupping his face and stroking his beard as you kiss him gently, hands groping and squeezing everywhere they could reach.

he doesn’t feel shame when helping you out your clothes, ogling your bare flesh and brushing fingers against any ‘new’ scars, kissing and biting on your neck like a starved man.

he doesn’t feel any shame when watching you sink down easily onto his cock, so wet and tight that it made his head spin. the feeling of your cunt gripping around him was something he hadn’t felt in a year, something he had only been able to dream of experiencing again.

he doesn’t feel any shame when he holds you down, squeezing your hips as his cock twitched, groaning softly as he pumped ropes of warm white right into you, the first of many more loads.

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at the beach right now and pretending it’s a trip to oceanside.

imagining daryl watching me from a distance as i look for shells and rocks with carl and judith right at the ocean’s edge. he watches as a big wave comes in and splashes up carl’s pants and shirt. judith and i would giggle and run from him as he chases us around for a wet hug. daryl would see me smiling, giving myself a break from the cold world.

eventually, i’d turn around and wave him to come down with us, and he would. carl would lift jude up onto his hip and daryl would hold my hand. i’d coax him down further, just enough to let the water run over his feet, and he’d show me a goofy grin. only then will i be able to go back home feeling happy.

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guys i miss daryl so much right now. it’s an ache deep in my bones, and i just want to cry. i need to kiss him, hold him, run my fingers through his hair. everything hurts.

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I need Daryl to fuck me on the kitchen counter after an argument.

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fuck.

Guys… I can see the outline

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his beard. AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH IM GONNA RIP MY EYEBALLS OUT AND CHEW ON THEMMM

im gonna start punching things, hes so adorable

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this.

not to be a kinkshamer or anything but some people on here will literally be like “daryl would be into burning you w cigarettes” or “having you claw his back during sex is a turn on” as if he wasn’t literally physically abused as a kid?? ☠️ like no babe he would not be into that because that would probably be extremely triggering?? did you even pay attention to the show to be saying something this goofy he literally self-harmed WITH a cigarette