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dixon and his nature obsessed girl

{ mood board + small fic }

‘ you watch in awe as a mama deer and her babies come into your view, behind them the sun is slowly disappearing into the horizon, making them glow

you haven’t seen something this peaceful in ages, the babies prance around the tall grass, meanwhile the mother basks in the sunlight, them unaware of your presence— since you saw them you haven’t moved a muscle, barely even taken a single breath as to not startle them

you slowly turn to see if your redneck boyfriend has also seen these precious creatures and your heart drops when you see him, crossbow pointed directly at the mothers head, finger on the trigger, right before he has a chance to shoot you aggressively stomp down on his foot causing him to flinch, eyes darting to yours with a confused expression

you shake your head with a stern look, he sighs and glances to the deer then back to you “ baby.. “ he pleads his voice so quiet its almost inaudible, the deer would feed a lot of people back at alexandria— and you know that. but you dont care they look too peaceful, so oblivious to any danger around them

you squint your eyes and your eyebrows furrow together “ you hurt that deer and i promise to god you will regret it. “ you cross your arms, head tilted and jaw clenched

he nods and lowers his crossbow “ okay “ he softly smiles at you, your expression softens and you take a step closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder you turn your gaze back to the animal

he wraps his arm around your back, holding you close to him, he looks at the fawns carelessly playing in the distance then down to you, your face is lit up with joy and utter admiration

as many as that would feed, he would rather let every remaining person left on this earth starve then do anything to make you unhappy ‘

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love the random scene in season 10 where daryl gets home, takes his shirt off, and pets his dog. i love how much it added to the plot

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18+ MDNI

Thinking about being mutually needy with early seasons Daryl Dixon….

Both of you being so desperate for release and pent up that you just end up grinding on each other like your in heat with the same dazed, fucked out expression. Him holding you close and licking your face as you feel the outline of his cock thrusting up against your clit cause he’s just that needy for you. Staring into each others eyes as you chase your release, not daring to look away. Both whimpering and moaning the occasional praises into each others ears. You leaving with a wet face and him with bite marks all over his biceps…😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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top 3 daryl sex headcanons?

୨ৎ — baby boy is vanilla as all fuck. despite the fact that some of my writing is not vanilla, he is. i know i’m writing him ooc a lot but that’s just cause a girl can dream. okay?? but he is so vanilla it’s unfair. he doesn’t even know how to initiate sex and just goes into an internal panic at the thought of it.

୨ৎ — he doesn’t care about his own pleasure as much as he does about his partners. he’s not big on sex, never has been, probably never will be. in all of the apocalypse, we’ve seen him (onscreen) have sex once, and technically we didn’t even see him. i just think he’s more into little acts of affection, like leaning on each other. i think even holding hands for more than a few seconds is too much for him. but when it does come down to sex, he’d much rather take care of his partner and make sure that their needs are fulfilled than worry about himself.

୨ৎ — he cums almost instantly. he just be cumming and cumming. he’s so unused to the feeling of sex that it overwhelms him quickly. sometimes he’s barely inside - which can take a few minutes because i just know that he’s thick - before he’s having to spill inside you or pull out. then he’s all apologies and flushed in the face with embarrassment. such a sensitive little cutie patootie.

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all the alt baddies luv norm ♡

I’m so jealous of her

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he cannot be looking this good while im ovulating

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oh my fucking god i miss this hair so much it literally drives me insane like his little side part bangs are too cute i’m actually going feral

i think about this picture daily im not even joking the obsession is so bad like HELLO?? his face his HAIRRRRR im literally dead 🥹🥹

i could literally write paragraphs and paragraphs on how much i love when his hair is like this, its so perfect i genuinely cant handle it send help oh my lord

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obv had to see my mans looking handsome af on the news

MWAH .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ i just wanna kiss my screen he’s so pretty

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3x15 | 5x16

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i like my men how i like my steak. raw and bloody.

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Touching You

daryl x reader

warnings: smut but this has some plot guys, fingering, neighbor hears them

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You got to pick the house.

Daryl insisted.

Even though he grumbled the entire time about how it was all too clean, too fancy, too quiet. Even though he muttered under his breath about “people starin’” and “ain’t right, livin’ like this.” Even then, when Deanna gave the two of you the go ahead to move into one of the spare houses, Daryl barely waited half a second before nodding and saying, “She picks.”

You’d walked the street with his hand in yours, taking it all in. The houses were big. Peaceful. Front porches with swings. Green lawns. You were half scared it was a dream. But Daryl never let go of your hand, and when you finally pointed at one with a brick walkway and a little flowerbed out front, he just nodded.

“’S nice,” he said, squinting up at it. “If you like it, we’ll take it.”

That was it. Your first house.

He carried you over the threshold as a joke and nearly fell into the wall doing it, but you couldn’t stop laughing, couldn’t stop kissing his face. The two of you had never had a space that was just yours. Never had a door you could lock, or a bed that didn’t creak, or a living room with a damn TV. It didn’t matter that it was all a little too quiet, or that Alexandria still felt surreal. What mattered was Daryl. His toothbrush next to yours. His boots by the front door. The way he kept doing laps around the house that first night, muttering, “Too big. What the hell we need all these rooms for?” before coming back to wrap himself around you on the couch like a damn vine.

“Don’t need all that shit,” he’d said, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Jus’ need you.”

That night, after a long, quiet dinner and a hot shower (which somehow turned into two), you curled up together in your new bed.

TV on. Just static and noise, something old and recorded. A cartoon, maybe. Daryl didn’t seem to care. He was laid out shirtless in just his sweatpants, hair still a little damp, eyes fixed on the screen like it was the first time he’d seen a TV in a decade. Which it probably was.

You were next to him, curled into his side, wearing nothing but a pair of soft panties and one of your oversized shirts, nothing underneath. You hadn’t expected to feel so relaxed. But something about this new space, the warm blankets, the sound of Daryl breathing next to you… it made everything feel safe. Real.

You felt his hand first.

Heavy on your thigh. Warm and familiar. At first, you didn’t think anything of it. He did that sometimes when you were anxious or having a hard night, he’d just rest his hand there, rub gentle circles into your skin. Comfort. Love. Steady.

But then his fingers moved.

Slower. Higher. Not rubbing anymore, more like exploring. His pinky brushed the hem of your panties, then dipped just underneath. He hadn’t said a word.

“Daryl…?” you whispered, glancing over.

He didn’t look at you. Just kept watching the TV like nothing was happening.

His voice came low. Raspy. “Keep watchin’. You look good like that…”

Your thighs clenched a little. Your breath hitched as his fingers dipped deeper, slipping beneath the waistband. The heat of him against your skin made your stomach flutter.

“Daryl…” you tried again, but his hand pushed lower and you gasped, hips shifting.

“Don’t gotta be quiet,” he murmured. “Ain’t no one gonna hear us now. House’s ours.”

His thumb found your clit, slow and sure, and you jolted, your hand gripping the blanket beneath you.

“Fuck—” you whimpered.

He finally looked over at you, eyes dark, half lidded, hungry. “You really think I could lay next to you like that? Wearin’ that an’ not touch you?”

You tried to glare at him, but it fell apart the second his fingers started rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit. Your legs parted instinctively, giving him more room.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Lemme in, baby…”

You bit your lip, breath catching, and he grinned.

His fingers rubbed tighter circles over your clit, and your back arched so hard your shirt slipped up, exposing more of your stomach. Daryl’s eyes flicked down, drinking you in bare legs tangled in the sheets, thighs twitching, hips shifting forward like you were chasing his touch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with heat. “Fuckin’ soaked already.”

Your hand flew to his wrist, but it wasn’t to stop him, it was just instinct, grounding yourself, because his fingers were making your brain melt.

He grinned. That little crooked smirk he barely ever let out. “C’mon, girl. Let me hear you.”

You whined, head tilting back into the pillow.

“You said—” you gasped. “Said to keep watchin’…”

Daryl chuckled low in his throat. “Changed my mind.”

He dipped two fingers lower and slipped them inside you, slow and deep. The moan that left your throat was soft and sharp, like the first crack of thunder in a storm. You turned your face into his shoulder, trying to muffle it, but he caught your chin in his free hand and made you look at him.

“Don’t hide from me. Wanna see you.”

Your lips parted on a shaky breath as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your hips jerk. Your thighs shook, and he groaned at the way you clenched around him.

“Fuck… ya feel that?” he whispered, eyes heavy. “Tight as hell…”

His other hand slid up your shirt, rough fingertips grazing your stomach, then higher, until he was cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.

You gasped again. “Daryl…”

He leaned in close, his forehead touching yours. “I got you. Just feel good, baby…”

Your body was a mess of heat and trembling, rocking into his hand like it was the only thing keeping you alive. The sound of the TV barely existed anymore, just faint voices and background noise to the real show happening right there in bed.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Y’don’t gotta be quiet. Ain’t no one here but me.”

You finally gave in.

A moan tore from your lips, high and desperate, and Daryl groaned like it wrecked him.

“Yeah… that’s it baby. Let me hear ya fall apart.”

Your hand scrambled to hold onto something. His arm, the pillow, anything—but the only thing solid was him. His fingers inside you, his voice in your ear, his mouth now on your neck, sucking soft and slow.

You came so hard you nearly cried.

Your body went taut, hips jerking forward as you moaned his name over and over, clinging to his back while he kept pumping you through it, slow and deep. He whispered praises the whole time, so pretty, that’s my girl, so fuckin’ good for me, ride it out baby…

When you finally collapsed into his chest, shaking and gasping, he kissed the top of your head and tucked you close.

The TV kept playing like nothing happened.

The next morning, the kitchen smelled like toast and shitty instant coffee. You’d thrown on sweats and padded downstairs, sleepy and sore in the best way. Daryl was behind you, sleep rumpled with his shirt still half off, hair all over the place.

You froze in the doorway.

Tara was at the table, raising her mug. “Mornin’ lovebirds.”

You blinked. “Uh… morning.”

She gave you a look. And then deadpanned:

“Maybe next time close the window yeah…?Sound travels.”

Daryl froze behind you. You felt his hand tighten slightly on your waist.

You choked out a laugh.

Tara just shrugged. “I mean, I’m not mad. Just impressed.”

Daryl groaned into your shoulder. “Ain’t leavin’ the damn house ever again.”

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a/n i was inspired to write this while watching twd i watched three full episodes while writing this anyways i luv daryl he’s so cute

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here’s Daryl in a ball pit. He’s pretty happy, Negan said so :)

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YALL—

the leather jacket?? just a trench coat???

flash me. please.

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cabin in the woods

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Giving two best friends that are also baddies🤩😋

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with any luck the forest will consume it all