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[norman-fucking-reedus]

The only hope I have left is that Milwaukee is recounting their votes. I almost cried going through pictures of my friends on their stories because who knows if we’ll even be allowed to breathe on social media anymore.

I envy those in a different country. It tears me into pieces that America has failed its women like this again. To watch one man so full of evil hatred rip everything we’ve worked so hard to earn, the rights we were already barely holding on to, is honestly the definition of hell. We live in hell.

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I envy those in a different country. It tears me into pieces that America has failed its women like this again. To watch one man so full of evil hatred rip everything we’ve worked so hard to earn, the rights we were already barely holding on to, is honestly the definition of hell. We live in hell.

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self care is finally choosing to delete all my drafts and requests from when i first started writing because im not going to finish them because i lost interest in twd

i still love norman and daryl, they’ve officially altered my brain chemistry, but its now gone back to its empty normal state and nothing is coming out of it anymore so my blog now serves me no purpose outside being a mere reflection of what once was :3

this was fun guys ur all hot and funny and im gonna miss all u hotties even the biggest fans my haters u guys fueled me i love u all and make sure to keep my stuff from getting stolen cause thatd be wack okay bye babes

💋 - sage

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the fact that this is so me too there would be constant arguments over some of the smallest things

it does in fact matter which way you put a roll of toilet paper on, and it’s definitely not where the paper is at the back of roll. Daryl doesn’t really care which way the roll goes

You let out an exasperated sigh, placing a hand on your hip as you stared at him. “I just don’t understand why you aren’t getting what I’m saying”

He snapped back almost instantly, “‘Cause s’ a roll of fuckin’ toilet paper. Back or front, ‘works either way” gesturing to the roll in question as it sat on the holder.

“Yeah, but the front just feels better” You said, watching how Daryl’s face went from angry to totally flat.

“Oh wha’? More fluffy when s’in tha’ front or somethin’?” He mocked sarcastically, placing both his hands on his hips as he cocked his head at you, watching as you groaned and rolled your eyes. “Okay nevermind!” You said as you walked out the bathroom, only to be followed by a sassy “No tell me! Really would love to know wha’ difference it’d make!”

There would be a lot of arguments being in a relationship with Daryl.

Daryl only ever argues with people he cares about.

Ofc he’s soooo loving and kind and gentle but he’s also a very stressed man.

He’s a passive aggressive “arguer”.

You think the blanket looks nice draped over the back of the couch, Daryl prefers it folded on the arm of the couch.

He won’t say anything until he’s grumpy after a long day, he slumps on the couch with you and you ask for the blanket.

He has to reach BEHIND to get it which he does so with a grumble.

Once he drapes it over you, you notices dogs hair all over it

“Eugh! Gross”

And Daryl would respond with almost a whisper.

“Wouldn’t happen if ya quit movin’ it”

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He would do a lot of stuff like that, he never lost his sass.

He’d give attitude alllll the time.

Both of you would laugh about it ten minutes later but he could be a grumpy git.

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I wanted to add more to this but my brains too tired

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obviously

nobody talks about how SNATCHED this man’s waist is

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that man is wearing a rainbow fucking donald duck choker

nobody talks about how SNATCHED this man’s waist is

[norman-fucking-reedus]

oh my fucking god is that a fucking daffy duck choker.

nobody talks about how SNATCHED this man’s waist is

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don’t read this it’s from february

GUYS Im sorry requests are taking so long I suffer from not being able to focus on one thing at a time syndrome and I’ve been going back and fourth between three fics trying to see which one is gonna be the lucky one and get finished first

In order to keep all you little babes in my phone happy and fed here’s my brainrot of virgin Daryl who just so eager to fuck you he can’t get out his clothes :3

ALSO 100 OF YOU HOTTIES FOLLOW ME SO CONSIDER THIS A THANK YOU GIFT UNTIL I CAN CRAWL DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY AND KISS YOU

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The Dixon brothers were interesting to say the least.

Merle, the oldest of the two, was a certified asshole. He had easily made himself the most hated among everyone, making inappropriate and sometimes racist jokes at ever turn he got, getting defensive when someone actually got offended. He’d just yell in their face that they needed to toughen up before storming off.

Everyone did their best to steer clear of him, only ever talking to him whenever he was assigned to go on runs, even then he would still find a way to make someone uncomfortable.

Daryl, the younger brother, was beyond tolerable. Although Merle believed that both him and his brother were disliked, the group secretly favored Daryl, you especially.

While he did have his fair share of aggressive outbursts, unlike his brother, he’d hang his head in shame afterwards, mumbling out a short but genuine apology. On the one occasion he had snapped at Lori, bringing her to tears due to pregnancy hormones, you remember the horrified expression that washed over his face as she jogged away, tears rushing down her face. Merle only added fuel to the fire by laughing about how no woman wanted Daryl, the way he laughed about it made you sick.

You felt like you could see right through Daryl, underneath all the rough defense walls he had built, rested a soft and damaged heart. He had so much love to give but none to receive, which is why you were currently being groped and grinded against, Daryl breathing heavily as he sucked at your exposed skin.

He felt so dizzy against your warm and inviting body, curious hands grabbing and squeezing your flesh. Even though he tried to make it seem like he knew exactly what he was doing, he become a complete stuttering mess as soon as you took your shirt off, seductively grabbing your boobs before stuffing his face down inbetween them, a hard moan pulling itself from his throat as his entire body shook, cock throbbing as he blissfully came in his pants. “Fuck, m’sorry, m’real sorry-“ You brought a finger to his lips before placing a kiss to them, smirking slightly as he eagerly kissed back, mouth moving against yours sloppily.

There was so much happening at once as you moved to lay on the floor of the tent. Daryl’s whole body was stimulated, and he was craving more. “Wanna fuck ya- Please, let me fuck ya mommy, want ya ta be m’first time” His blue eyes were low and glassy, lips glossy with spit as he stared at you, humping your leg. You wiggled your pants down, getting them to your knees before Daryl ducked his head down between your legs, trapping himself as your pants rested at the base of his neck. His hand fumbled nervously with his belt and pants, whining as he shoved his underwear down, cock springing out.

You couldn’t help but stare at how fucked out he already looked, hovering above you on all four and begging to fuck you, begging for you to take his virginity. His cock was roughly 8 inches, thick pubes at the base and deliciously angry red tip. You pulled him closer to you by the front of his tattered shirt, whispering into his ear. “Gonna split me open on your cock? Come on, just push it in- fuck! Just like that. Good boy” His breathing had picked up, pupils so wide there wasn’t even any blue in them. The feeling of you wrapped around him was a sensation that was pulsating through his whole body, hips immediately thrusting in and out with no particular rhythm. His cock was still sensitive from his first orgasm, and each time that his engorged tip bumped your insides it sent sparks to his gut. He tucked his red face in your throat, kissing, licking, and marking the skin.

Daryl thought his heart would pound right out his chest as your fingers ran through his hair and pulled his face back, eyes locking onto yours. “You’re making me feel so incredible, handsome. Wanna cum inside me?” Daryl turned all the more red at the name and question, feverishly nodding his head as his hips increased their sloppy pace, only needing a few more thrusts before his face was back at your throat, tears welding up as he choked out his pleasured moans and whimpers, hips erraticly moving as he came, accidentally slipping out and cumming on your swollen cunt, more of him already starting to leak out.

He panted heavily against you as you stroked his hair, kissing his forehead as he slowly came down from his high.

Once he completely came down, panic had set in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! M’sorry I-I’ll get somethin’ ta clean ya up with” He lifted your legs off his shoulders, looking around the tent for something. He snatched up the nearest shirt, makin sure it wasn’t yours before gingerly wiping his mess off you, helping you to put your pants back on and he looked around once again, handing you your shirt when he found it.

You shuffled close to his face, latching onto his neck as you stuffed him back inside his underwear, pulling away once his pants were redone. “I hope mommy made your first time memorable” You giggled and shuffled out the tent, leaving a flustered Daryl inside as the events continued to replay in his mind. Based on the hickies you had left on his neck, he was sure that he’d get to feel you again real soon.

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cue a vicious makeout scene

Who wants to be my girl? Please

[norman-fucking-reedus]

am i not serious enough for you

Who wants to be my girl? Please

[norman-fucking-reedus]

me alpha

Who wants to be my girl? Please

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BOOK OF CAROL SPOILERS UNDERCUT

ur fault not mine

so after watching this kiss scene for myself heres my 100% unbiased opinion that while yes making the first move on someone would be a little out of character for daryl, the overall “desperation” and messiness to his kissing style absolutely fills me with life and joy it actually gives me a reason to live

The way he was staring at her as she talked and probably hyping himself up mentally before just deciding to say fuck it and go for it is just so daryl like. Then the way his kiss is just so virgin and sloppy AHHHSJUSBSUW DARYL DIXON IS A MESSY KISSER CONFIRMED BY AMC THEMFUCINFSLEVE

I always hoped that daryl would be more of a eager, hungry for your lips type kisser, an “i so obviously don’t know what im doing here” type kisser and that’s exactly what i got from that, like he couldn’t get enough of her even though she was literally right there this is literally MY. TYPE. OF. MANI NEEDJHIM

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watching the new season. someone please please please say the highest possible prayer for everyone in my vicinity cause theyre all currently in the danger zone

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what am I doing? um absolutely nothing? totally not thinking about ragdoll daryl who lets his overly aggressive love filled lover manhandle him and swing him around every because it physically and mentally pains them how much they love him????? I would absolutely not be thinking about how daryl is a chest sleeper and gets lulled to sleep by hair strokes and body rocks??? dude im so serious i literally would never in my life think for a second that daryl wouldn’t be the type to wanna get nice and cuddly just so he can slide his weirdly cold fingers up your shirt like thats quite insane actually

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i wasnt even gonna watch the new episodes and after seeing some of the literal worst fucking takes of my life i dont think i want to

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also because we cant hear shit

Sharing a flat with two Americans and they’re so nice and cool but why do y’all talk so fucking LOUD bro wtf

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dont you ever say that again

daryl with an orgasm denial/edging kink! 🩵

OKAY!!

18+

WARNINGS: masturbation, edging, dick, penis, willy, naughty stuff

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the first time you clocked the fact that Daryl had an orgasm denial kink, you were not supposed to be there.

shortly after moving into Alexandria, weekly meetings would be held. after every meeting, Daryl would usually go back to the shared house and skin animals or work on his bike... except this one particular time.

when you got back to the house he wasn't there so you wanted to find him in the only other place he would be.

the woods.

you left the gates with permission for a 'hunting trip' but really you were hunting the hunter.

after a while of aimless wandering you noticed a boot poking out from behind a tree, Daryl's boot and he was obviously sat on the ground so your immediate thoughts were he was injured but once you got closer you heard the strange moaning sound.

thinking the worst: Daryl had been bit and turned until you heard a faint "shit".

for someone who was a hunter, he was clearly out of it since he didn't notice you, you peeked from behind a tree and then you saw.

there he was, head dropped back against the tree, fly undone and his weeping cock in his hand. his face was screwed up as if in pain.

you had wondered in the past if Daryl had ever taken care of himself in this way but he just never seemed too fussed.

as his hand moved faster, his hips started to buck, faint whining leaving his lips, a quick "m'gonna cum" and then he tore his hand away, the veins in his neck protruding as his hips bucked further.

he didn't cum, strange.

and then he started again, the entire process but no final orgasm until he'd done it for the fifth time.

white ropes of thick cum spurted from his swollen head, landing on his jean clad thighs and his vein straining hand. the sounds he produced sounded more like pathetic cries as he whispered out small thank yous to who he though was no one.

you never brought it up with him, just stored it in your brain, hoping to use it in the future.