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Yup standing ovation from me

CAN WE GET AND SEE MORE OF THESE CUTE SOFT LIL DRABBLES PLZZZ! just them breathing n existing n being cute I liveeeeee for these

Hey could I please make a request where Daryl and reader have an ice cream date in the Commonwealth, please and thank you 🍨

Two scoops and a grump

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

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Classification: Fluff

Temporal setting: Season 11

Word count: 0.7k

You almost didn’t hear him knock.

It was more like a tap and when you opened the door, Daryl was already halfway turned, like he’d changed his mind about being there. He stood there with one hand hooked awkwardly in his belt loop, boots scuffed, hair damp from a recent shower and face… guarded, but different, like he was trying.

“Hey,” you said gently.

He gave a short nod, cleared his throat. “You, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, “Ya like ice cream?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Eat tha’ sort of thing? I mean–” He gestured vaguely toward the street. “There’s tha’ stall, down in the square. Ain’t never been, but the kids have been spendin’ all my damn money there. Figured if you were…free or whatever, we could go check if I’m being ripped off.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too wide. “You’re either asking for back up or Daryl Dixon just asked me on a date.”

He looked like he immediately regretted everything.

“Forget it,” he muttered, already stepping back. “It was stupid–”

“No, hey. Slow down,” you caught his arm, tugging him back gently. “I’m teasing. I’d love to.”

He gave you a quick, sideways glance, as if double-checking you weren’t about to laugh in his face. Then he gave the faintest nod, barely-there smile tugging at his lips.

You walked to the plaza in a quiet that wasn’t uncomfortable. Daryl didn’t talk much but he kept glancing over like he was making sure you were still there, that you hadn’t changed your mind.

The Commonwealth’s ice cream vendor was posted under a red-and-white striped awning, a line of giggling kids and chattering adults crowding the counter. The world had changed but sugar still had power over people.

Daryl stood off to the side while you ordered. You turned to him, holding up two cones. “Strawberry or mint chip?”

He squinted at the pink one like it was radioactive. “Strawberry gave RJ a sugar rush last week ‘n he kept me up all damn nigh’. Ain’t eatin’ that crap.”

“Mint chip it is.” You handed it to him and took a bite of your own.

He looked down at the green scoop like it had just challenged him to a duel, then finally took a careful bite. His brow furrowed.

“…Tastes like toothpaste.”

You snorted. “You’re not wrong but you’re eating it anyway.”

He grunted, but didn’t stop. You found a bench tucked under a shady tree, just far enough from the crowd to give him some breathing room. He sat next to you, elbows on his knees and you both quietly worked on your melting cones.

“This feels weird,” he said after a while, squinting into the sun. “Like we’re pretendin’.”

You leaned back, savoring the sweetness on your tongue. “That’s kind of the point, I think.”

He looked at you sideways. “Ya dun think it’s stupid?”

“No,” you said softly. “…maybe. Depends on the day.”

He glanced down at the cone in his hands, then back at you. “Never really done this before either.”

“Gone on a date?”

He nodded. “Feels like I missed the whole chapter where people did this sorta thing. Y’know… talkin’...sittin’ close…lickin’ toothpaste off a cone.”

You smiled at him, letting out a chuckle. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’re doing pretty great.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just hummed low in his throat and leaned back on the bench a little more, like he was letting himself relax. A breeze moved through the trees then and the sounds of the square dulled to a soft hum. The world, just for a moment, felt calm.

You finished your cone and wiped your fingers with a napkin. “So… are we gonna pretend this is just a one-time thing?”

He looked down at his boots, then up at you. His face was unreadable at first but then he gave a soft shrug and said, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it…if tha’s alrigh’ with ya.”

Your heart thumped a little harder as you leaned in. Daryl didn’t flinch, just watched you like you were some rare animal that might spook. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, warm and light.

His face went red instantly, but he didn’t move away.

“Ya sure ya ain’t tryin’ to kill me with sweetness?” he muttered.

You grinned. “Wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”

He snorted, shook his head and finally leaned back beside you again, his arm brushing yours this time and he didn’t pull away. You stayed like that as the sun sank lower, just two survivors sharing a moment that felt like something from the world before.

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Saw your post about writer's block; sorry bout that, that's a pain in the butt. I hope this sparks some inspiration for you! 💕

Daryl and reader are wrapped up in their own little bubble of fluffy/playful intimacy while working together somewhere throughout Alexandria. Could be at a guard post shift or checking the community's supplies, idk. What they don't realize is Carol or someone from their group is nearby and observes their disgustingly cute interaction and can't help but tease Daryl about it later.

⋆𐙚 disgustingly sweet.. it makes me sick!

any! pov x daryl dixon

warnings: there shouldn’t be any, this is a super cheesy sweet little ask thank you for the idea angel! i don’t usually enjoy fluff but this was surprisingly fun to work on..

♡ it would start off on a very early morning, daryl was restless the night before saying that the queen sized tempur-pedic that your house had was hurting his back. you’d softly protest and turn on your side to where he was already getting up and throwing on his pants, “daryl.. baby jus’ relax.. it’s 3 in the morning..” to which he’d grumble while tightening his boots laces “yah, it’s mornin’ m going out, go back ta bed.” , he just never felt comfortable sleeping more than a few hours at a time. he’s too used to being on the road and sleeping maybe 1 or 2 hours a night before having to get a move on to get out of a herds way…

♡ daryl would be out in the darkness, slowly pacing around alexandria with his cross bow around his back incase he needed it. yet everything was clear.. everyone was just peacefully sleeping besides about one or two watch men up at posts. not much later he would send whoever was on the main watchtower away with a head motion, maybe a grunt and would set up there to make himself useful…

♡ of course you followed him. you had to. it wasn’t like you could go back to bed without your personal body pillow. groggily pulling yourself out of the oh so soft, not back breaking bed. thankfully one of the many things daryl had brought back home from runs was a decently working coffee machine. yes it was loud and sputtered wildly sometimes and you only had low fat sugar since carol always came over bright smiles and grabby hands for your supply, set on constantly making fresh goodies. it wasn’t dutch bros.. or starbucks.. or literally any other coffee that you missed dearly but it would give you the caffeine kick you needed…

♡ thinking about daryl out there in the cold, going around like a tiger in a cage that’s too small made you get a bit sad. wishing you could have gave him a kiss out the door or made sure he was actually warm and not feeling pins and needles made you make another cup. daryl never mentioned anything about how he liked it, let alone if he liked it.. but none the less you tried, however by the time it came to adding sweetener to the cheap bitter coffee there was barely any left. you’d decided that you’d let him chose which cup he wanted, tracking him down you’d surprise him and he would see just how much you loved him and not overwhelm him with all of your clingy hand holding and gooey love talk…

♡ daryl wasn’t exactly shocked you had followed him out, you never listened to him. what was a surprise was to him however was the two cups in your hand, what did you think this was.. a desk job drop off? he’d pause, taking a long look into your expecting eyes and take the cup that clearly had little to no sugar upon seeing how your hands clung to it just a bit tighter.. “one doesn’t have sugar… just didn’t know which you preferred.” you would say, half lying. he couldn’t stand to see your bottom lip quivering softly, clearly it was important to your sleepy brain. looking over at you with a hesitant, bordering shy, little look he would speak up. “don’t need no sugar… yer sweet enough, kay?” daryl would try and ignore any reaction coming out of you and turn away, drinking the nasty black coffee with his cheeks feeling all warm.

♡ to which you would gasp and bite down on your bottom lip trying to hide a very bright smile creeping up over your face. although you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing the man. “darylll… you think i’m sweet? awh my gosh, sweetheart.. i didn’t even knew you could flirt.” leaving daryl grumbling and trying to push you off of him, trying his hardest as well to not let any kind of emotion show on his face let alone a smile. “get off- damnit, stop..” “ain’t funny. ya make me sick.. i take it back.” giggles from you would be uncontrollable at this point not only from sleep deprivation but from the fact that you could very visibly see how flustered he was getting…

♡ the sweet sound of laughter made him turn softly, unable to resist the sight of his partner happy his own slight smirk showing. “ain’t too late for me to make ya switch.. careful” daryl couldn’t stand any kind of positive attention from you, feeling genuinely embarrassed about the fact he cares. you just looked so damn pitiful that you couldn’t make a decent cup of coffee for him, like it even mattered still but you tried hard for him. he couldn’t be a dick, couldn’t just ignore how hard you tried to show him ways you loved him. if he just shrugged you off when you came all the way out here in the cold just to sit by him and drink crap coffee he’d be just like his brother. he remembers the feeling of chasing after merle with bare feet on hot concrete with tears budding up in his eyes with a fishing pole too big for him as merle and his other older friends laughed and sped off on their bikes. people who don’t change don’t live and merle didn’t live, didn’t have a pretty thing like you that actually liked him either so he’d better act right even if it kills him sometimes…

♡ he allowed you to sit down in his leather jacket as he continued to drink his coffee, this had to be in silence that was the deal though. you could stay there cuddled up with a sweet drink and a pretty view as long as you acted right. the jacket well.. he saw goosebumps on your skin and said if you didn’t he’d drag you back to the house himself. daryl just tried so hard to still be tough, so up in his head and mixed up inside with what he was and wasn’t allowed to do. you guys were in public after all, didn’t matter if it was crack ass of dawn. anyone could have seen this and that gave him a weakness and someone in fact did see…

♡ it was later in the afternoon when daryl was helping wash up after lunch, he had caught some wild boar running around and gutted them in the kitchen but he left a mess and some ladies complained. carol was humming cheerfully while scrubbing soapy dishes, peeking over at daryl mopping up blood. “you know i was up on one of the posts today.. didn’t know you liked coffee, pookie. would have been making you cups of if i knew.”

♡ silence.. then the sound of the mop clattering on the floor, mopped dropped and angry little huffs came from daryl after he realized who the other person on the second tower was. the person he swore was sleeping but now he understood that it was the woman’s creepy trick. “shut yer mouth- ain’t cleaning no more, bye. your a sicko for watchin’ us.” carol wasn’t bothered, she was just happy he was letting someone take care of him.. “i’ll leave some sugar at your door! sweetheart,” to which daryl came back in from the doorway he had just walked out off and wiped his wet bloody boar and soap hands on the table in protest, letting his grumpy face be all the words he needed as carol started her teasing again. “just remember i liked you first. you tell them i said hi.” she thought it was funny but boy did you hear all about it later, red cheeks and all…

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Me actually screaming out loud after every paragraph, I’m gagged

I'm not a CARYL SHIPPER, IM NOT A CARYL SHIPPER, IM NOT A CARYL SHIPPER

you're manipulating MEEEEEEE

TWD & Caryl: FIND ME & S10 Thoughts

Holy shit. This ship.

So I’ve finished s10 and honestly? Bless Covid for giving us all this lovely character work to conclude the season, rather than another fucking war. I’m gonna guess the dude bros who are into the comics and the whole GENRE of it all just HATED this season. I bet the fan discourse was all: it’s not the same without blah-blah, the show has gone too long, lost its magic. But for Caryl shippers it GAAAVVVEEEE. And gave and gave and gave until it hurt. Hurt so good. Based on the pattern this series has set up in the past, both for romantic relationships and established communities, I should’ve expected the heartbreaking disintegration of Daryl and Carol’s relationship. They were just too happy to see each other when Carol got off that boat. They went on a fucking DATE, they exchanged TRINKETS. We got extended scenes of them flirting and bantering and MAKING PLANS TO FUCKING RUN AWAY TOGETHER. They share a DOG NOW, okay, a DOG. I should’ve got flashbacks of Richone making baby plans the season before but I was having too much fun and didn’t anticipate just how far they would push these two and their relationship. And know what? I’m not even mad about it. Because the angst is so exquisite. The acting is chef’s kiss perfect. The writing is SO on point. And they were actually EXPLICIT about the romantic nature of this decade-long relationship (longer including time jumps). I can’t believe, as in CANNOT FATHOM, how anyone can be in doubt of that anymore. How can people STILL insist on them being PLATONIC?? Lit-er-al-ly WHERE?? WHAT show are you watching??? I also cannot believe it took me this long to find this fucked up, torturous ship. Like what the fuck have I been doing with my time, because this shit is right up my alley. The off-the-charts chemistry, decades-long irresolution and gaslighty platonic-washing included. 

Gotta rewind a moment tho. Cos I need to process some feelings about “Find Me” and the final scene of that ep in particular. I watched it two nights ago and was just kind of stunned by it. I sort of half-watched the next episode (I don’t really care for Gabriel or Aaron that much so eh) and then went back and watched “Find Me” again. I knew that at some point Daryl was going to be retro-fitted with a girlfriend, a narrative move that I do NOT enjoy (e.g. Mulder and Diana grr). But I gotta say, I didn’t hate it. Because basically, Leah is Carol. I mean hello? An independent badass with a cute face and curly hair. (I have a personal head canon/fic idea in which Daryl is curious and asks about Carol’s hair color before going grey. So to me, this is the color Daryl would imagine Carol’s hair would’ve been when she was younger). We get a lone wolf (Kelly's words) with a wolf pup who has become separated from her group. A grieving mother, one who adopts others’ kids as their own despite the high potential for heartbreak during a zombification pandemic. They literally have the same conversation re: spear fishing. Leah’s living alone in a cabin out in the woods, a la Carol in s7. Which is when it all went wrong for them, so Daryl kinda gets a do-over on staying at that cabin and doing all the things he didn’t do with Carol. For instance: watching eclipses and making out by the fire. Except that Leah isn’t quite Carol enough. And also Carol is still visiting and reminding him of who he is really deeply and honestly tied to and hopelessly in love with. (Sidenote: listen to @9lives2mics outline the parallels between Leah and Merle. Shows that while Carol was caught in what I view as a somewhat controlling relationship with Ezekiel, Daryl found himself falling into a similarly controlling dynamic, if more short-term. Sidenote to sidenote: during one of the flashbacks in this ep, Carol once again mentions being needed at the Kingdom. Considering Ezekiel was not shy in his attempt to pressure Daryl into seeing less of Carol, it’s a pretty good bet that he had few qualms about persuading his wife to visit her best friend at the river a little less. To stay focused her duty to her king and his kingdom).

Okay so, let’s just start with the fact that Daryl writes FIND ME. And the episode starts with Carol finding him on the road, heading out on a hunting trip. She uses the same tactic to reconnect with him as he did in that first episode when she got off the boat after a long absence. They go riding, hunting and bantering. In both scenes, they are (re)finding each other. Or at least trying to. So they revert to what they know, how they initially closed the distance between them after Sophia’s death bound them together in guilt and grief. Presumably this is how they found each other in between s2 and 3, which is why by the time they arrive at the prison, Carol can shoot and stab and DarylandCarol are now a kickass killing duo. No doubt it’s also why they are milliseconds away from jumping each other on that upturned bus. Carol’s effort to reconnect with Daryl post-Alpha-etc doesn’t work out quite as well but the salient point is: she finds him at the top of the episode. She finds him in each of the flashbacks. No matter where his search for Rick has led him, she finds him. She has always found him and brought his scraggly, reluctant ass into the heart of the group. And she is the one he wants TO find him. Daryl is defined by the fact that he is always out there looking for something. He’s a hunter. He’s looking for tracks. He’s looking for clues, for prey, for materials, for food, for routes, for roots to put down. Tirelessly looking for a little girl in the woods, even after all hope was lost, is what defined his character and their relationship. Whatever group he’s part of, he’s their most valuable finder. But who finds the finder when he needs to be found?

So when that note ends up in Carol’s hands, it's because that’s where it was meant to end up. That’s where it belongs. That’s who it was cosmically addressed to. That’s their luck at work. The luck of the double-capped acorn. That low-key blew my mind when I first watched. But I had to watch again to see that Carol holds Daryl’s note in her hands throughout their final argument.

Every single line of this exchange resonates with their shared history. Daryl blaming himself for not being there, not helping Leah (just like with Sophia, just like with Carol whenever she got hurt or taken, just like Beth or whomever he feels responsible for). It should feel like familiar territory and their responses are similar to prior exchanges but, as with the entire episode, something is off, some other tension underlies everything, threatening to explode. The first bomb in the ensuing emotional cascade goes off when Carol hesitantly asks:

She’s being as gentle as possible but she can’t help triggering Daryl’s crushing sense of culpability. Especially since the person who “just left” was her. The blurring between her and Leah continues when she tells him that people don’t leave because of something he did. Cos we all know that, after Carol left, he had to have silently tortured himself for years afterwards wondering whether there was something he could have said or done to make her stay. To prevent her from disappearing from his orbit, abandoning him for another community, another life, another man and another man’s child.   

The second bomb goes off in Daryl’s head when Carol mentions Connie, her voice trailing off (pure guilt or was she going to mention another name at the end of that sentence….?). She moves a little closer as she does, trying to lessen the distance between them, but she also shuffles on the spot, clearly uncertain. She’s saying all the right things but they aren’t landing with Daryl, not the way she means them. She’s saying Leah. Rick. Connie. But he’s hearing her name. Over and over again. And he is not in the right headspace for her continuing disavowal of her importance to him. He needed space from her on this day and she refused to give it to him. She was trying to repair them. He was trying to repair him, after all she’d put him through of late AND in the period that she just made him recall. Personally, I am not mad at Daryl for turning on her here. Or for falling in with Leah then. Carol has put him THROUGH IT. That flashback scene where he’s literally weathering the storm while she’s probably tucked up, all cozy in bed with Ezekiel. Yikes.   

Even if it’s a little raw, I like Daryl speaking up for himself, saying that Connie’s death was on her. (Reminds me of the scene back before Rick banished her in s4 and he said he’d never killed two of their own, to which Carol replied: Just one). Where I think he’s unfair is in saying that she never knows when to stop. It’s a direct echo of her words to him in one of the flashbacks following Rick’s death. So he knows that that’s both of them. Throughout s10, there’s this recurring motif of them running and not stopping, leaving and not staying. This constant movement is partially a necessity of the world they live in, the worldwide disaster that threw them together in the first place. Ironically enough, they also had the solution to this problem right at the beginning of this season. Run. Just run together. Outrun the threats. But make sure you don’t lose each other in the process. Of course, solutions to zombie apocalypses are so much easier to come by than solutions to past trauma. Also unfair is Daryl telling her that being right is all that matters to her. That seems to come more from anger than anything else because we all know that Carol’s overriding motivation is love. Empathy. Extreme care. That’s why she kills. And that’s why she needed her revenge on Alpha.

It is perhaps this inaccuracy, this uncharacteristic unfairness that FINALLY clues Carol into the fact that they are conducting two parallel conversations. 

Welcome to the conversation, Carol, nice of you to join us. Correct, it is not about anyone else. This is about YOU and the fact that you ran off and married another man despite the fact that you two were fucking MADE for each other and head over heels in love for like five years before you inexplicably decided that being a crunchy almond mom was your ultimate calling. Here, the camera cuts to an extreme close-up of Daryl who suddenly retreats back into his shell, nothing more to say now that she’s actively inviting expressions of undying love from all sad-eyed hunters and gatherers in the area. He reverts to s2 Daryl, he of the heated accusations and the “you ain't my problem”. Then the final bomb goes off in his head when Carol tells him that what she needs is a friend. A fucking FRIEND. And her friendship was enough for him once. Her friendship was a revelation to him once. All the comfort and motivation he needed. But Daryl is no longer a boy with sweaty hands and self-worth issues. The boy is still there but he's also grown the hell up. Years later, he wants more. Meanwhile she struggles to even call them “best friends”. All season, he’s been placing his heart on a platter and laying it at her feet, and she’s been like: Nice heart, friend, who’s that for? So is it any wonder that Daryl says:

and part of me was internally cheering at this point. Because yes. Correct. They do not. The first time I watched this ep and saw the scene by the river with them filleting fish, I was like: okay guys, it’s cute but we’ve had a lot of these scenes this season, where are we going with this? Let’s keep the pace up. And when he said this I was like: oh snap, show, you got me, that was the point!! In that scene, Carol was trying to connect, trying to flirt and get them back on familiar ground. She was putting in the effort after putting him through the wringer. But Daryl was having None. Of. It. He didn’t want to go back to what they were. He wanted to know whether there was more. He wanted to know where they were going with this thing that’s silently/loudly existed between them for over a decade. That’s what he’s been wondering aaaallllllll season long. He’s been holding his tongue while she got Alpha out of her system, while she was grieving Henry, separating from Ezekiel, married to Ezekiel, sleeping with Tobin, grieving Mika and Lizzie….and so on and so forth, going back years. He’s been holding his tongue so long, which is why it’s fair that this is all coming as a surprise to Carol. She’s completely caught off guard by all that he’s been bottling up and not expressing to her, and now she’s struggling to retain her somewhat willful ignorance around who they are to each other. 

Her confusion is valid but so is his frustration. The spotlight is finally on him and his feelings/experience so he tells her in as clear a way as he knows how that he is ready to stop running and be found. He’s done chasing. Done hiding. Done denying. Done flirting round the boundaries. He doesn’t give a fuck if it’s on a boat up the coast or on a bike to New Mexico, he wants something new and he wants it with her. Not fucking Leah or Connie or anyone else she dreams up to match him with. If she runs, that’s what she’ll be running from. And this time, he won’t be running after her. Because his self-worth hasn't progressed far enough to keep chasing someone who doesn't want to be found. And at this point in the Caryl metacomm, we will pause to admire this shot of Melissa McBride. Acting her heart out. With her teary, pale blue eyes. And her gorgeous hair drifting across her face thanks to an exquisitely timed breeze. Must say, after hating on her married hair, I grew to love her longer locks this season.

So Carol is shook to her core and rightfully so. She turns to the door and glances down at the paper in her hands. Because she’s been holding Daryl’s declaration of love and devotion the whole time. The answer to her confusion. The subtext to this entire exchange. It’s all right there. Laid out clearly in black and white. When Daryl leans in, holds her eyes and declares: “I know where I’m s’posed to be”, he’s telling her as explicitly as he dares: I belong with you. When he adds: “I won’t stop you this time,” he’s begging her in desperate, hopeful capitals: FIND ME. Please please please. I’ve tried to find you. Now it’s your turn. You know where to find me. You always have. Right here. Always here. Ready. Willing. Waiting. Carol hears the hurt she’s caused for him but not the love she inspires in him. Her “you and me” positions them not just as a kickass duo facing the apocalypse as a united front but as a romantic pairing who just can’t seem to find each other through the maze of their mutual damage. (Oh, the validation!) Just as she’s done all season, she stubbornly refuses to believe that he could love her after everything she’s done, who she’s become. In an attempt to not hurt him, she refuses to love him or be loved by him, not realising that that refusal to give and receive love is the deepest way she has wounded and continues to wound him. She can’t conceive of a way to repair the damage she’s done to him, to them, so she sets to work instead on repairing the door so they don’t get eaten alive. Cos life in the apocalypse goes on, even when your heart is broken.

Carol’s chronic fix-it coping mechanism continues in “Divergent”, but neither episode resolves the sexual/romantic tension that exploded all over the screen in this episode. I’m doing a very bad job of staying unspoiled so I know that resolution isn’t forthcoming in s11 either. So once again, if anyone has post-ep recs either for “Find Me" or “Divergent”, PLEASE send them my way.

Thank you to anyone who read this! 🌰

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For someone who hates sucking dick, I wanna suck Daryl’s so bad.

I’m seething at the mouth just thinking about sucking him off.

Sorry.

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Apology not accepted. WHY?

I hate daryl x Connie so much I’m sorry

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I just wanna do tricks on it

he has me in a chokehold

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Norman gives me CRAZY gender envy I’ve never wanted to look like a man so much in my life he’s awakened something in me fr.

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“Prettiest thang this old man’s seen.”

HELP MY FEET WONT STOP KICKINGGGGG

“Taking it slow 2”

“Taking it slow 2”

18+ version

Daryl Dixon x reader

I wanted to write something that would ease me into writing smut so I thought the concept of this fanfic was fitting. And look at me writing part two for something! I never thought I’d do that. Don’t expect anything too extravagant. I have no idea what I’m doing

Summary: Helping Daryl feel comfortable getting intimate 

Tags: Fluffy smut, headcannons, unprotected, soft sex, hair pulling, blowjob, guided, little after care (my favourite)

Word count: 9468

⚠︎This post contains material that may be mature to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.⚠︎

I'm so jealous of his hair

꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…꩜…

You and Daryl have been together for months now, and he’s gotten so damn clingy. Safe to say he’s comfortable with your touch now. What really helped him connect with you was moving in with you in a cozy little cabin. Life felt like it had a sense of normalcy. His guard was down. He didn’t need to focus on survival, so he focused on you instead. Things have still been slow of course, but you two have gotten to where he can make out with you comfortably. It’s never gone further than that, though. Which is fine, but who doesn’t want to fuck this man? 

Your breaths are heavy as he pulls his lips away from yours. Your hands are all over him. Why would they not? His, however, are more to himself… or in your hair. This little make-out sesh has been way more heated than any of the previous ones. Could this be the night!? Your hands slip under his shirt and roam over his pecs. Your voice is breathless but still soft to help comfort and soothe him. “This ok, baby?”

Fuck, does he love when you call him pet names in that voice. He grunts as he gives a single nod. He’s pretty quiet during these moments, so you’ve got to remind him to use his words. “What else you want, handsome? You can touch me.” He’s still for a moment before guiding you back against the couch. This man knows what he’s doing even if he doesn’t have the most experience. He presses kisses all over your neck and chest, making you moan. “Oh… Fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you trying to get me worked up, Daryl?” You tease with a smirk.

“Yeah, maybe…” He glances at you before shyly shifting his gaze back to your chest. He’s perceptive, so all those other little makeout sessions that never really lasted long, he was learning and memorising what you like. He pulls your shirt down just enough to bring his kisses from your collarbones to your cleavage. Your head tilts back, and you close your eyes in pure bliss. Those little kisses aren’t sexual. They’re full of love and affection. 

This is just around the part he usually stops… except he hasn’t, so you tug on his hair to lift his head up and finally ask that question. “Wanna take this to the bedroom?” Now, that makes him hesitate. That is a big step for him, but he thinks it over. He’s formed a deep connection with you to know that would be a safe environment for him. He knows you well enough to have a general idea of how you’d be there. Still, he hesitates because he hasn’t gotten intimate with anyone in fucking years. You can see the conflict in his eyes, so you rub his hair as you give him some reassurance. “We’ll go slow, ok? And if you need to back out, we’ll back out without question.” 

That helps put his mind at ease. Without warning, he hoists you up and carries you off to the bedroom. He sets you on the bed, and his lips find their way to yours. For now, he needs to continue with something he’s comfortable with. To help keep him at ease, you’re messing with his hair. It’s a soft spot for him. When his lips trail down your neck again, you speak. “Want me to take the lead?” That eases so much pressure off of him you don’t even understand. 

“I’d like tha’.” He grumbles gruffly between kisses. When he’s got enough kisses in, he pulls away with a sigh. He looks nice and relaxed, but his heart is a mess, and if y’all go too fast, he’s gonna have a panic attack. That little blissed-out smile on his stupid cute face is genuine though. You gently push on his chest. “Lean back. Are you ready to take this off?” You’ve seen him shirtless a few times, so he’s used to it but still isn’t a fan of the idea because he’s insecure about his scars. But those few times have still made him feel comfortable with you, so he nods. 

He groans as you gently pull his shirt off. He’s watching your reaction intently even though you’ve seen him like this before. You give him a small reassuring smile. “I love those tattoos.” A small amused huff passes his nose as he rolls his eyes, but he feels better. “Of course, that’s what you focus on.” (Is the first thing I look at a man’s tattoos when he takes off his shirt? Why yes, it actually is.)

You hum in response as you lean down and start pressing small, light kisses on his chest. A very long, yet satisfied sigh leaves his lips. He's only felt you kiss his chest a few times before because he was always hellbent on wearing a shirt. His eyes close as you continue to loiter small kisses on his chest. He lets out a small, very faint ‘Ah, fuuck.’ Then he tugs your hair as you kiss over one of the scars on his chest. At first he was going to shove you off, but since you’re being so gentle, he allows you to continue. He sinks back against the pillows and drapes an arm over his eyes. His voice is low and has that nice hot gruffness to it. “Ugh, do whatever the fuck you want to me.” 

You get so many damn ideas but push them back since you’re supposed to be going slow. You can play with those ideas some other time. In the meantime, you’re slowly working your kisses down to his waist. You stop at his stomach and press a kiss on the scar there as you reassure him. You remember when he got it, and it pains you just as much as him. “I’m just gonna be slow, baby. Have you, uh… done this before?” You internally curse when you hear how awkward that came out.

He feels like should be offended by the question but can tell it’s genuine. And honestly? Daryl can’t bring himself to mind. He’s inexperienced, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. He’s had sex a few times but never with someone he cared about. Merle was adamant about hooking Daryl up with a lady or two because he couldn’t for the life of him grasp Daryl was on the ace spectrum. Daryl reluctantly agreed on a few dates, had a few one nightstands in his past, just quick stuff basically. And who hasn’t seen a few porn videos or intimate movies? He’s got a general idea of what to do. 

He answers your question, a bit embarrassed to admit it. He won’t meet your gaze as he mutters under his breath. “Yeah… but, ain’t nevah been nothin’ meaningful… Been a hella long time, too.” You sit up and gently guide his chin so he meets your eyes. Your tone is gentle. “It’s been a long time for me too, Daryl. That’s why we’re going slow.” He gives you a little kiss on the lips before leaning back again, a sign for you to continue. A thin layer of sweat has already formed over his skin, but it’s not from the heat of the moment. He’s nervous as hell. 

He watches quietly as you kiss up and down his torso trying to control his breathing. It doesn’t help that his breath hitches when you make your way back up and kiss his lips. He pulls you close then, tugs on your shirt while giving you a little look. His voice is both quiet and shy. “Can I…?”

A small smirk tugs on your lips as you joke. “Only seems fair, dontcha think?” That tone helps soothe him quite a bit. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to joke around. He can’t help but smile as he tugs your shirt up. Seeing you like this makes him eager. His eyes linger on your breasts as he drops the shirt off the side of the bed, and he can’t help but lick his bottom lip. 

Of course you’re wearing your most unflattering bra. It’s old, discoloured, and covered in sweat stains, but damn if it ain’t your most comfortable. However, you would have worn something a bit more flattering if you had known the night would lead to this. Can’t be all that bad because you’re pretty sure Daryl’s shirt had walker blood on it… Still, you subconsciously put an arm over your breasts. Daryl pulls it away as soon as you cover them. “Nah, ‘bout damn time I saw these thangs.” And… His face goes right between your boobs. What a man thing to do. It’s not like it’s his first time he’s done that. He’s pressed his face there while you two were cuddling, and he was complaining about something. Only this time he’s pressing kisses everywhere his lips can reach and groping them with his hands. How could he not? They’re so damn squishy!  

“Need me to take the bra off for you there, Daryl?” You state in a semi amused/unamused tone. He gives you a cheeky little grin. “Might as well.” He’s eyeing you up eagerly as he watches you pull the bra off. Damn, when was the last time he saw a pair of tits? When the bra is off, he’s trying not to stare at them directly. He’s still feeling shy, but he keeps glancing at them with cheeks bright as hell.

“You just had your face in them, Daryl, now you can’t look at them?” Having you sitting there half naked is making many feelings catch up with him now. This is really happening. This is actually happening. You notice his breathing is picking up and quickly place a hand on his cheek. You get a little idea. “How about I release some of that stress of yours?” You say in a suggestive tone with a small smirk. 

What do you- Oh. Oh. That. Right. He leans back down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. “Ya can see if that works…” Your hands roam down his chest. “I’m going to tell you a few things to do. Just listen to me.” He nods once, watching you kiss down his chest until you tell him otherwise. He trusts you know what you’re doing. You seem to know him better than he does. “Close your eyes. Now focus on my kisses and just my kisses.”

He can feel you moving down his chest, leaving a trail of little kisses. He takes a deep breath and sighs. This might actually be working. “Where am I kissing now? Focus on that.” He’s trying his damndest to focus on those kisses, but he feels anxiety erupt when those kisses keep moving down. Too low! Too low! He doesn’t know what else to do other than grab your hair before they get any lower. His eyes snap open when he hears you make a small squeak/moan. “Wait… ya liked that?”

You pause and glance up at him. “Uh, yeah… I’ll tell you if you pull too hard so you can keep pulling.” He keeps his hand in your hair as you resume kissing. His grip loosens when he wants you to go lower and tightens again when he doesn’t. Pretty straightforward. When you finally reach his happy trail, tingles explode in his stomach and shoot down his legs. He lets go of your hair immediately so you will go lower, but he still tenses nervously when he hears the sound of his own belt unbuckling. He takes a peek at you before closing his eyes and taking another deep breath. ‘C’mon, Daryl. Pull yourself together. You’ve had sex before…’ 

Listening to the unbuttoning of his jeans and his fly being pulled down, he waits a second to mentally prepare before lifting his hips so you can pull his jeans down. He’s not wearing any boxers. He rarely does because he thinks they’re stupid and uncomfortable. They’re a sensory nightmare, especially in the heat. So straight to the goods. You thought he’d at least be semi-hard by now… “You’re still nervous.” You say more as a statement than a question. “Do you want to stop?”

He shakes his head without a second thought. He’s already made it this far. “Just keep talkin’. Your voice is soothing.” He quietly admits making a smile tug on your lips. “I’m going to pull these jeans off and kiss all over these thick thighs.” You give them a good squeeze before your hands go back to his jeans and pull them down. Even limp, his cock is still pretty big. You can’t wait to see how big it’ll grow, and he’s got nice full balls just begging to be emptied. 

You settle between his legs and begin to slowly and tenderly kiss over his inner thighs. A breathy moan escapes his lungs. This is already off to a way better start than any other blowjob he’s had. “Fuuuck. That feels so good, darlin’.” His hand goes to your hair. Even though you told him he can pull, he still wants to make sure. “I can pull?”

“If you want to make me moan.” You tease between a few kisses. You hum happily when he pulls a handful of your hair and guides you closer to his junk. Not wanting to push yet, you happily pepper both his thighs with kisses. He sighs contently, while gently massaging the back of your head with his thumb. “Didn’t know sex could be so… soft.” 

Oh, this poor baby. “I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know that I’ll have to teach you. Just to warn you. I might absolutely wreck you one of these times.” Even though sex is soft and slow right now, he’s still down for rough sex. A small laugh escapes him. “I think I can handle it. Been through worse.”

“Well, I’m going to give you the best tonight.” He smiles at the thought. He enjoys being taken care of like this. It never crossed his mind that the man doesn’t need to be the dominant one during this. You get a nice groan out of him when you form a hickey on his thigh. “Tryin’ ta mark me up?”

“Yeah, marking my territory.” You mumble through your teeth while you bite his other thigh. The words ‘my territory’ send a shiver through him. He definitely liked the sound of that. His cock twitches as you suck higher on his thigh. It’s more sensitive the higher up you go. You’re still slowly making your way up his thighs but can’t stop watching his cock as it twitches to life. 

He groans as you get higher and higher… Now he’s anticipating your sweet touch on his cock. He’s growing desperate in trying to remain patient but can’t help a little wiggle of his hips. It’s been so long. Taking that as a sign to touch him there, you take his half-hard dick in your hand and gently trail soft kisses on the underside of it. It’s already gotten so much bigger. He can’t help but let out a few ragged, breathy whimpers from your kisses. The sound surprises both of you, but more so him. He had no idea he could make such a sound and feels kinda embarrassed by it. 

You decide to tease him with your best seductive tone. “You liked that, huh~?” He groans as he feels all his blood run south, all because of that stupid damn tone. He’s not gonna last long, is he? As his cock hardens in your hand, you squeeze the base and move your mouth to his balls. Both his hands grab fistfuls of your hair, and he whines pathetically when your mouth comes in contact with his nutsack. It’s at this moment that he realises how much of a weak man he is. Or at least for you . 

He throws his head back as you focus on his balls to help him get more worked up. They’re so big, just one barely fits in your damn mouth. You’re already making a mess of yourself and only just started. Drool is seeping past your lips and coating his nuts. You groan every time he pulls your hair, and the vibration from them just intensifies the pleasure from your mouth. You give another squeeze to his cock just to pull a moan from him. When you glance up, you’re greeted by the loveliest sight. His mouth is agape as he breathes heavily, his throat bobbing up and down as he swallows dryly, eyes squeezed shut so he can focus on the pleasure you’re bringing him entirely. 

He grumbles low from deep in his chest. “Feels so good. Best feelin’ I had in years.” That sweet pleasure has overshadowed all the nerves he was feeling. It feels so damn good to give this man something so nice after how much pain he’s been through. Your entire focus tonight is making him feel good. His thighs quake when your tongue traces from the base of his cock upwards. A small gasp escapes your lungs when he yanks on your hair, and he immediately removes his hand. “Shit- Was tha’ too rough?”

You give him a small smile to reassure him. “No, I like it like that. Pull as hard as you need.~” He does exactly as you said when you pull back his foreskin, letting his slick, pink tip hit the cool air. A dribble of pre-cum drips down the side of his cock now that it’s no longer pooling under his foreskin. He’s watching you through very hooded eyes. “C’mon, girly. Don’t keep me waiting.” You lick your lips in preparation before going down. Your eyes roll back when the saltiness from his pre-cum coats your mouth. God, you haven’t tasted that familiar taste in so damn long, and he tastes so good. 

And for him, it’s like the first time he’s ever felt this. He’s never had someone be so gentle with him like this. This actually feels like intimacy for once, not just sex. You bob your head twice before lifting your head. Your voice is breathless and really gets to him. You’re already drunk off his dick. “Tell me how you like it.”

He sighs heavily. Someone’s asking him how he likes it? He’s never had that happen before. A girl usually just went down on him and did her thang. He takes a second to decide before mumbling. “Slow. Start slow for me.” Your thumb slowly traces along one of the prominent veins on his cock. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like. Don’t be afraid to speak.” Damn, and you’re telling him to communicate? You’re the best damn partner he’s ever had. He grunts as he nods before you continue. 

He wants his dick back in your damn mouth, but you’re back to kissing and leaving hickeys all over his inner thighs. He can feel the damn anticipation building and his breaths growing heavier. His hips keep squirming, and more delicious pre-cum drips down his cock and nuts. “I can’t-” He hesitates to finish that, but you told him to communicate so… He hates how desperate he sounds. “I can’t wait much longa. Been so damn long.”

You glance at him as you very faintly trail your fingers up his cock. He immediately bucks his hips up at your light teasing. Then he lets out the longest groan when he feels your sweet warm mouth back on his cock. His thighs fall open, and his eyes close as he focuses on these long-lost feelings. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times to coat it with your saliva. He can’t cope with your teasing and shivers when he feels your drool trailing down his cock. He covers his mouth with his hand to muffle his sounds, then lets out the most pathetic whine as you playfully bite his foreskin and give a little pull. You’ve got the cheekiest smirk on your lips that’s just killing him. “Uh-uh. I wanna hear your sounds.”

He swallows hard before reluctantly removing his hand. Oh, you have a hold over him. He was never loud in bed and had no idea he was even allowed. He’s fairly quiet right now. The sounds you’re making while sucking his dick are louder than him. It’s mostly grunts and heavy breathing, but his sounds get louder the more you suck his dick. He tastes so damn good. It’s like you’re trying to suck as much pre-cum out of him just to taste it. You’re probably groaning more than he is at this point. “Fuck, you’re so big. I can’t get enough of you.” He never really thought about his size. Why would he care? It wasn’t like he was out bangin’ many chicks, but he is fairly large, huh? He manages to grumble something out between heavy breaths and groans. “Every inch is for ya, doll.” 

Your one hand goes down to lightly squeeze his balls. You lift your mouth off his cock just to check in on him. “Ya like that?” All he can do is nod repeatedly. He’s already such a goddamn mess. He never realized how much he likes his balls being played with. Never really had it done to him before. New fetish unlocked? You go right back to sucking him off while making a mental note to frequently check in on him. 

He gets louder when you slowly start to speed up, and his hand goes right back to your hair to adjust your pace. You gag a few times from his size but keep pushing through. Your eyes are watering every time the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and he moans each time you go back down on him. He’s not being shy at all now. 

Your gags grow more frequent as you try to push a few more inches down your throat. His brows furrow at the sound, and he can’t help but glance down at you. That’s when he tugs on your hair and pulls you off his dick. His voice is heavy and breathless. He really didn’t think he’d be telling you what to do, but here we are. He thought it was going to be the other way around. “Y’ain’t gotta push yaself so damn much. Don’t need ya throwin’ up in my damn lap.” 

You’re gasping for air when he pulls you up, breath heavy and loud. There’s drool, tears, and sweat all down your face. “I thought… ya’d like it.” What type of guy doesn’t like deep-throating? 

“I ain’t like the idea of ya vomintin’ on ma dick!” he retaliates. He sits up so he can wipe your face off with his thumb. “Dammit, take a sec ta breath. Ya need any wata?”

You shake your head and close your eyes as he cleans off your face. It feels surprisingly nice. You do as you’re told and focus on your breathing. He was a lot more than you can handle, and it’s been forever since you last did anything like that. Guess you got carried away, huh? He leans back against the pillows when you seem decent. His voice has a low, stern tone to it. “Slow.”

You nod before stroking his dick, your thumb teasing his tip. You place more kisses over his cock before taking him in your mouth again. He seems to really like those damn kisses. He closes his eyes now that he doesn’t need to worry about you choking yourself to death on his damn dick. His thumb is grazing the back of your head as a way of reassurance. He forgot it’s been a damn long time for you as well. “There ya go, girly. Jus’ like that.”

You whimper when you hear his praise. It sounds so damn good coming from his voice. You can feel the heat forming in your gut. “God, you make such pretty sounds.” His grip on your hair tightens just to hear you whimper more. You squeeze your eyes tight from both pleasure and that little bit of stinging pain. He pushes your head down to make you speed up a little, but he’s worried about you taking too much again. He sounds shy. “Ya doing ok?”

You glance at him as you give a muffled ‘mhm’. He can feel more heat pooling in his gut as you speed up. He’s got a tight grip on your hair as he keeps you at a steady pace. “Oh yeah, just like that, girly, and I ain’t gonna last.” He keeps muttering more words that are hard to hear behind his groans. His thighs tense and his toes curl as that sweet pleasure builds up.

His head tosses back as his moans get louder. This is the best he’s felt in fucking years. “Ah, shit. Ya gotta slow down.” His grip on your hair tightens again as he tries to get you to slow down. It feels good, but he doesn’t want to finish just yet. He’d rather cum with you if that made sense. Yeah, he’s not gonna last. Your pace hasn’t slowed at all despite his protesting pulls on your hair. You wanna get him to cum. To hear his beautiful sounds, to taste him, and to just bring him pure pleasure because he definitely needs it. 

He keeps tugging on the back of your hair, trying to pull your mouth off his damn dick. He’s mumbling small protests but doesn’t really sound like he means them. Then his grip tightens in your hair, his thighs tense and his toes curl again. He mutters quickly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-!” Then, that wonderful taste fills your mouth. His tense thighs shake as his cock spurts many strings of cum down your throat, his abdominal muscles clenched tight. He’s actually having a pretty intense orgasm. He’s never felt one quite like this and can feel that warm pleasure filling his gut and shooting down his legs in waves of tingles. 

You try to swallow as much of his cum as you can before it starts dribbling out of your mouth and down his cock. You lift your head when he stops cumming and lick the cum off that coated your lips. God, you’ve missed that taste. Your thumb is lightly running up and down the underside of his cock as it softens, causing his thighs to keep twitching. 

“Fuck, girly, I told ya ta stop. I wanted to last more than two fuckin’ minutes.” His voice is low and broken up by heavy breaths. His hair is sticking to his face. He looks so damn dishevelled. It’s such a hot sight. 

“You lasted at least three.” You tease with a little shrug. 

He can’t help but scoff. “Ah, wow, thanks.”

“Do you feel relaxed? Less nervous?”

He’s quiet for a minute before muttering. He’s never felt this damn good before. It’s like his body is completely light right now. “...Yea. Gonna need a minute before we do more.”

He whimpers as you lick off the remaining cum off his overly sensitive dick to clean him off. You’re already addicted to that taste. “You’re gonna kill me.” He grumbles. You settle beside him, your hands gently shaping her breasts. “You can kiss me.” There’s a hint of eagerness in your voice, so how could he deny you? He rolls over just enough so he can start kissing over your chest. His body still feels heavy. “These tha best pair of tits I eva saw. So goddamn soft…” Again, what a man response. You tug on his hair trying to get him to kiss over your actual breasts and not just your chest. He’s hesitant because he’s nervous, but his kisses slowly move over to your breasts. His kisses are still full of affection. When you tilt your head back and groan happily, he takes that as a sign he’s doing good. ‘ C’mon, think, how did those guys tease the girl’s nipples in those porn videos ya used to watch? Or those sex movies Merle made ya watch with him?’ 

His thumb lightly brushes over your nipple as he feels it harden, then he takes it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the bud. See, he knows what he’s doing. You’re trying to pull him as close as possible. Your hands are roaming all along his back, and one leg wraps around his waist. “Ya tha’ desperate for me?” Is this man unaware of the control he has over you? Still, he obliges and moves closer. “Ya a pretty thang, aint ya? Prettiest thang this old man’s seen.” His words send flutters through your stomach and makes you giggle. 

He loves that sound. 

An amused hum leaves his lips as he trails his callused fingertips over your sides, lightly tickling and making you squirm, letting him hear even more of those beautiful giggles. You’re the best thing his hands have ever felt. You shyly place your hand over your mouth as you laugh. You feel insecure as you look down at yourself and see those few tummy rolls. “I need to lose weight.”

Daryl catches you mumbling more to yourself than to him. “It’s the damn apocalypse. Ya need ta gain more weight.” His words make you laugh again. He’s right. He makes you laugh louder as he gently pinches one of those soft rolls and gives you a little smile. “Wha’ these thangs? You don’t like these thangs?” His voice drops an octave. “Darlin’, the more fat ya got, the more I can kiss.” His words make you laugh shyly, and you hide your smile behind your hands. He’s making you feel shy and bashful like it’s your first time. 

His hands trail over your soft tummy more with appreciation before sliding down to the waistband of your shorts. “I can pull these off?” You’re gazing at him longingly, as if he’s the most handsome man in the world. Your gaze makes him nervous, but he swallows thickly as he pushes it down. You give him a little ‘Mhm’ while nodding. “Yes, please.” Why the hell do you sound so polite? You’re like the complete opposite of him, and for some reason he can’t get enough. 

His hands gently undo your shorts mostly because they’re trembling from nerves. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and underwear and pulls them both down together. He’s quiet for a moment as he gazes at you. Then his voice comes out thick and heavy. “Damn… Ain’t neva seen a lady this fuckin’ wet fa’ me.”

You hadn’t really realized how wet you had gotten. You were intent on getting Daryl off, but now that your shorts are off, you can feel the cool air against your wet pussy. Dary’s fingers twitch, but he isn’t touching you yet. His hands are just resting on your thighs. So, you take his wrists in your hands and guide his hands up your body. Your voice is a low, soothing whisper. “I’ll help you touch me.” 

He can feel some nerves melting away as you move his hands along your body. His hands feel so damn good, moving them right where you want them. His touch is very light as his fingers trail over your body, but as you keep moving his hands for him, his touch gets a little firmer. Then he moves his hands on his own, following the same trail as you. Up to your chest, over your breasts, down, follow this curve then this one, down to your thighs, back up, then repeat. He follows this pattern for a while before leaning closer and letting his hands roam how they want. They seem to particularly like your sides, tummy, and thighs. His touches aren’t sexual. They’re full of affection, love, and admiration. The fact that they aren’t sexual seems to be really getting you off. You start to squirm and whine as you lean into his hands, your body following the guide of his fingers. “Oh, Daryl, just like that.”

His hands glide down your thighs, then stop. You prop yourself up on your elbows when he stops. “You can keep going. I should be ready. I’ll tell you what to do.” He listens to your whispers, then lets his hands drop further down and trail over your thigh. “Yeah, touch there. Be gentle.” He uses his thumbs to draw little circles over your thighs. “Like this?” His voice comes out softer than he intended too. 

His touch is hesitant and unsure, but it still feels so damn nice. You sink your head into the pillow behind you and groan. “Just like that. That’s all ya gotta do.” His fingers ghost over your thighs before firmly squeezing them. He glances at your face for a reaction before spreading your legs a little more. You whimper as he does. You’re watching him intently, ready to tell him anything he needs. “Lower… You can go lower.” You whisper, your voice thick with need. 

He swallows nervously as his hand ghosts over your pussy, mapping out the folds. His thumb lightly brushes over your clit as his middle finger feels up your entrance. Then he brings his hand to his mouth and licks the wetness that coated his finger. “Damn, ya taste good.” The sight makes you whimper and squirm your hips. You can’t help but beg. “Keep going… Please.”

Daryl nods once as he swallows thickly again. He doesn’t want to keep you waiting, but he’s nervous because he’s never really fingered a chick. His hand trails down your thigh before gently rubbing over your entrance again. “Is this good?” He’s watching your expression intently. You tilt your head back and groan at his light teasing. “Mhm. Keep going slow.” He can’t help but watch your expression fall into bliss when he slides his middle finger in and nudges your G-spot. He thinks your voice sounds so pretty, all breathless like this. “Aah, fuck… Keep going.” 

You grab his wrist to guide him. “Like this.” He follows your pace while giving you a little ‘Mhm’ in response. He gets the pace down immediately and keeps it steady while studying your face from behind his hair. When he seems to get the pace down, you let go of his wrist and watch his hand before soon closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck since he’s still beside you. His hand pauses, surprised by your move. “Is this ok?” You ask when you feel that slight hesitation in his hand. 

After a moment, he picks back up his pace. His hands are skilled from using his crossbow every damn day and working on his bike. He ducks his head down and presses his forehead against your shoulder as he grumbles back. “Of course it’s ok, baby.” He’s glad you can’t see his face right now because he’s flustered as hell. He’s never had a girl hold on to him like this during sex, but he doesn’t mind it. Actually, he loves it. You run your fingers through his hair as he presses kisses to your shoulder while still keeping a steady pace. 

He slips a second finger in when you spread your legs open a little more. You’ve got your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair, and he can hear you breathing and groaning in his ear. It all feels so damn good. You groan right in his damn ear when he slips that second finger in. His voice is soft and maybe even a little… taunting? He’s having the time of his life if you couldn’t tell. “That good, huh, baby? You like that?” God, his voice is so damn hot, especially in that damn tone, makes you wetter. 

You’re still a bit tight, so he’s taking his time to go slow with you so you’re nice and ready to take him. “Is this ok? Does it feel good?” He’s absolutely loving your sounds and trying to pull more out of you. “Oh, it feels more than good.” His face goes back in the crease of your neck as he presses open-mouth kisses. He’s kissed your neck before but never like this before. He speeds up the pace of his hand, hitting deeper right against that sweet spot. You whimper each time he hits it and claw at his shoulders. You can barely make out his words against your neck, but you think he was asking if you’re ok. 

You nod repeatedly in a state of daze. “Yeah… I’m alright… Don’t stop.” The faster his fingers slam into you, the more you sink your nails into his shoulders, leaving behind small red crescents in his skin. He’s not complaining or anything, so you keep doing it. Desperately clinging to him as he repeatedly hit that one spot again, and again without fault. 

Bad idea because when your fingers went just a little too far and dug into his back, he yanked his fingers out of you. (Of course not hurting you but definitely startling you.) His entire body tenses, but especially his back and shoulders, which you feel under your hands that are now resting on his back, not clawing at it. “What’s wrong?” You ask in a rushed, quiet manner. 

Daryl hasn’t pulled away from you. He knows you didn’t mean it, but he’s still on edge. He grumbles lowly against your skin, but it’s not harsh like you thought it would be. “Not there”

You can’t help but feel awful once you realize. “Oh, Daryl, I’m so sorry. You know I wouldn’t- I didn’t mean to go that far-...”

He cuts you off before you spiral into a rambling apology. He can’t deal with that right now. “Shoulders are fine.”

“Shoulders are fine?” You repeat for confirmation. 

“Yeah…” His lips are back on your neck, mumbling between kisses. “Shoulda’s n’ arms.” 

“Shoulders and arms…” You repeat again quietly as your hands rest on his shoulders and enjoy his kisses. You close your eyes in bliss. It’s not the same pleasure as when he was fingering you. It’s much, much sweeter, which you both enjoy. He can’t keep his lips off your warm skin, but he manages to get words out between kisses. “Since ya could mark me…. Can I mark you?” His voice sounds very gravely. 

“Yeah.” You say with a sigh as you tilt your head back to allow him more access to your throat. His warm, open-mouth kisses fade into small hickeys along your shoulder and neck. “Mmh… Want the whole damn group to know ya mine.” You moan in bliss both from his mouth and his words. He finally called you his. You two never told the group what was going on between the two of you, but when they see the marks on you, their suspicions will be confirmed.  

Daryl may have gotten softer, but his dick has gotten harder. (Wow, that was cheesy. I’m keeping that in there.) It keeps rubbing up against your thigh, which is taunting. You lightly tug his hair to get his attention. The whole side of your neck is wet now… “Daryl, want to move onto the next part?” 

He lets out an annoyed groan when you pull him away from your neck, but that annoyance quickly fades when he hears the question that follows. Then that fades into nervousness. Still, he pushes himself up and hovers over you. “Long as ya walk me through it.” You can’t help but brush back some fallen hair behind his ear. He loves the tender look you’re giving him. It’s not helping his nervousness, but that little gesture you just did was soothing. “Of course, baby.” And, dammit, now the pet-name…. You’re just killing him over here. 

He hovers over you and just kind of stares at you for a moment, completely stunned by your beauty. How did such a rugged man such as himself just get into bed with such a lovely beauty? How did most things between you even happen? He shakes those thoughts off then spreads your legs. He runs his middle finger over your entrance then licks the juices off his finger. “Mmh… So damn wet for me. Gonna hafta eat ya out one of these times.”

That sentence physically makes you squirm with excitement, which makes him laugh. “Heh, heh, ya like that, huh?” You nod in response. “Yeah… maybe a little.” He smiles when you sound all coy. He takes a very deep breath as he puts his hands on your knees. “Ya ready?”

“Mhm. Are you?” 

“Well, I ain’t just did all that for nuffin.” That brings a small laugh out of both of you. Damn, does he love that sound. And damn it helps him relax. It helps ease him, knowing there’s no pressure on him. This isn’t serious, like a business meeting, which he assumes is stressful. Never actually been to one of course…

Daryl takes another deep breath before sighing heavily as he presses his tip to your folds, making you both make a small sound of pleasure. He jerks himself twice before sliding in about halfway, listening to those, few slight pained sounds you made mixed in with the one of pleasure. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before slipping in the rest of the way with a heavy grunt. He hasn’t started moving just yet. “Tell me when.” He says simply. 

You’re gazing at him, between your legs, hands on your thighs, already covered in sweat, breathing heavily, looking at you the same way you’re looking at him. Underneath him, legs spread, desperate, with the most loving gaze. When that stinging pain from your walls stretching around his cock fades, you give him the go ahead. “Go ahead…”

He slides his cock out slowly about halfway until sliding right back in with a heavy sigh. He does this a few times before picking up the pace, squeezing your thighs as he keeps your legs spread. He’s muttering quietly under his breath about how good you feel and how this is the best damn feeling he’s felt in years. It’s hard to hear everything he’s saying behind his heavy, moaning breaths. 

He hoists one leg over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your thigh and reaching even deeper inside you. He hits that sweet spot every time he grinds back into you. “Nevah felt somethin’ so damn good…” He grumbles into the soft skin of your thighs. Then he picks his pace up again just so see your tits jiggle each time he slides back into you. 

You’re a mess already, and it’s only been a few minutes. His pace is getting faster as he desperately seeks out the pleasure he’s feeling. He hasn’t exactly gotten rough, but he’s getting sloppy. His hair is messy around his face, with some loose strands sticking to his face from sweat. The words leave your mouth without thinking. “How are you so hot?”

He stops to just sorta gaze at you with a tilted head when he hears your question. It sounded like a genuine question. Like you’re genuinely baffled by how attractive he is. (Aren’t we all?) He shakes his head, not knowing how to answer, and just continues where he left off. His breathing is hot and heavy. There’s drops of sweat making the light from the room glisten off his muscles perfectly. 

His balls are slapping against your ass each time he ruts into you. His brows twitch just slightly from pleasure, like he’s very concentrated. He finally takes another glance at your face and can’t help the fond smile when he sees how much you’re enjoying yourself. It’s so damn genuine, unlike anything he ever had in the past. 

His pace slows, then stops so he can lean down and press kisses to your neck and chest. You’re pretty dazed out of your mind, but you needed a breather. “Ya doing ok?” He asks, briefly pausing his kisses to glance at you before resuming. You try swallowing, your throat feeling dry. He can hear how dazed you are. “Amazing…”

A little amused laugh leaves his lips. “Ain’t neva been fucked like this, huh?” You shake your head as you catch your breath. He can’t stop stealing glances at your cute little face. “You don’t gotta go so fast, you know.” He tilts his head while listening to you. His stare is filled with admiration. “This is supposed to be intimate.” 

“Got carried away, huh?” He says with a laugh.

“It’s fine.” You’re just now catching your breath. He presses a few more kisses to your neck, then you whine when you feel him pulling out. “How ‘bout ya set the pace?” He rolls over onto his back with a heavy sigh while giving you a look of invitation. You take another moment to catch your breath before straddling his hips, resting your hands right on his stomach and his hands go to your hips, squeezing them possessively. 

You lower yourself on his dick with a moan, not feeling that stinging sensation this time. You’re already grinding your hips against his in a slow back and forth motion. He’s watching you intently, seeing how you work and what you like so he can reference it for next time. That’s how he works. He gathers as much information as he can. However, his mind quickly focuses back on the pleasure he’s feeling when your moans fill the room. Then his breath shakes as your hands roam over his stomach as you lean in closer. You want to be as close as possible with him. He’s unsure what to do, so he’s watching this play out.

He groans softly as your hands move up to his chest but then lets out a soft breath of surprise when you wrap your arms around his neck and actually lean into his chest. He wasn’t expecting that, so his body tenses a little but relaxes with a sigh when you start moving your hips again. This feels much better than what he was previously doing. Then, that insecurity bubbles up. “Was I bein’ too rough with ya?” 

You’re nuzzling your face against the crevice of his neck, trying to get as close as possible to him. “You were fine. Don’t worry. I just wanna do something different now.” Those words soothe his thoughts, but a part of him worries you’re just saying that to make him feel better. However, those thoughts melt from all the kisses that you’re leaving on his neck. He lets out a heavy sigh and finally figures out what to do with his hands, wrapping around your waist. ‘So this is what love feels like…’

He’s nuzzling into you just as much as you are to him. This part feels natural to him. His hips are moving in a steady rhythm with yours, moans getting muffled in each other’s skin, pressing kisses everywhere each other’s lips can reach. Finally, your lips find their way to each other and meet in a passionate kiss. He doesn’t hesitate at all to reciprocate. Doesn’t worry if he’s doing this right or how it feels for you like he usually does. It all feels natural. 

A string of your mixed saliva still connects your lips as you finally pull away for a breath. Daryl would have happily passed out just from kissing you. He’s looking at you with the fondest gaze under hooded eyes before they flutter closed, sinking back against the bed. His hands are back on your hips, helping you keep a steady pace as you press kisses all over his neck. 

Your hands are still all over each other, trying to memorise how the other one feels. Soon he flips you back over onto your back while breaking another long, passionate kiss. He rests his forehead against yours as he catches his breath and then grinds into you once again. Your hands make their way to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. His thrusts are deep with a steady but quick-paced rhythm. He watches as your eyes close from bliss and the way your nose and brows crinkle each time he pushes himself back into you. You tug on his hair, bringing his face back towards his neck, and he immediately figures out you want more kisses. They’re sweet and slow mixed with a few more hickeys here and there. He can hear the pleasure in your breath fanning right against his ear. 

When your hands slip past his shoulders again, his body tenses. He’s about to stop, then he feels your fingertips lightly tracing over each scar on his back, like you’re silently telling him you love each part of him, even his scars. Those little touches cause him to soften. His pace gets slower and more sensual, grinding deep into you and barely pulling out before grinding back in, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with barely any breaks in between. He adjusts his grip on you, wrapping his arms around your back and holding you close to his chest.

That’s just what you needed to feel that coil in your stomach between to tighten, and tighten about to snap. You cling to him as you mumble into his shoulder weakly. “I’m… getting close.” You sound both pathetic and needy, which he absolutely loves. He whispers back in your ear, his tone soft and encouraging. “Hold on just for a minute longa, darlin’. Just give me a minute… I’m almost there.” You have no idea how much longer you can actually hold onto but you nod anyway. You hold on to him tightly, arms wrapped around his neck, and thighs wrapped around his waist. You’re desperately trying to think of anything else besides how he’s pressed up against your chest and there isn’t a single part of you that doesn't feel him as he fucks you. 

The moment you feel his cock twitching is when you let go. Your muffled, whiny, needy moans against his skin absolutely sends him. Little, gruff, hushed swears leave his lips against your ear as you feel his warm cum fill you. He’s trying to ride this out as long as he can by still pressing in and out of you deeply. His rhythm is slow but sloppy, and his groans are gruff as his muscles twitch and spasm. 

Once his cock is too soft to keep pumping into you, that’s when he pulls out of you, leaving a sticky warm mess between your thighs. He glances at the mess he made, silently proud of his work before collapsing onto the bed next to you. Even when running from a horde of walkers, his breath has never been this heavy. That sparks concern in you. “Are you ok, Daryl?”

It’s hard for him to get his words out from how hard he’s breathing. “Best shit I eva done.” His mind wasn’t on survival for once, so, yeah, he ran out of breath. The sounds he’s making are deep and gruntal. If you weren’t so worn out, you’d be all over him because of that. You’re both catching your breath right now, but suddenly Daryl gets up and grabs his jeans. You prop yourself up against some pillows, confused by his sudden departure, but maybe he’s just getting water. “Where are you going?”

Your confused tone makes him think he’s doing something wrong. “I thought we were done?”

“So you were just going to leave?” He can hear that heartbroken tone in your voice, which makes him feel like shit. He was never with someone; he could just stay in bed after they had just done it. “Haven’t you heard of aftercare?” 

He makes the most scrunched up confused face you’ve ever seen. “Fuck’s tha’?” 

You can’t help but let out a little exasperated sigh. You're not mad at him, no, but you are annoyed at whatever past partners he had that never brought this up. “You’re supposed to take care of each other after…” You say with a bit of defeat. Maybe this isn’t something you’ll experience with Daryl. Damn, that leaves you disappointed. You had so many ideas; what’d it be like… 

Daryl doesn’t need taken care of, but seeing how wrecked he left you, he can clearly see you do. “So… What do ya need?” You can hear a hint of awkwardness in his voice. 

“Water. Definitely water and like… a washcloth to clean up with.”

“Not a beer?” He says jokingly. Merle taught him to always have a beer after sex (or even before or during), but Daryl never listened to that. He can tell by the way you shook your head with a smirk that you at least found that amusing. Off into the kitchen he goes, hoping he doesn’t fuck up this part. He didn’t think he’d be nervous after sex, but here he is because he’s about to do something he’s never done before. At least he’s had sex before, but seriously, how could he have never heard of aftercare? As he grabs the water pitcher from the fridge and pours out two glasses, a smile tugs on his lips as he imagines you being all soft with him as you do this ‘aftercare’ thing with him in the future. 

He spends a minute looking for a clean rag or something that he hasn’t stained with grease from his motorcycle. That’s when he can’t figure out what temperature water to run it under. Poor baby. He knows cold would be too sensitive for you, but wouldn’t too warm and hot also be as well? He’s always overthinking the smallest things in your relationship. That’s because he cares.

He finally settles on lukewarm water and comes back with the two glasses and a towel. He hands you one glass while gently wiping the sweat off your face with the rag. “This ok?” You close your eyes in pure bliss as you nod. He’s being so soft and gentle, and the warmth from the damp towel is comforting. He presses the warm cloth against some of the more bruised hickeys he left, feeling guilty for getting carried away. Then the towel moves down to clean the mess between your legs. You shiver from still feeling sensitive down there, and he mumbles a little apology. “Sorry…” You reach a hand out and ruffle his hair to gently reassure him. 

Once he’s finished cleaning you up, he tosses the towel on the floor and settles down on his side of the bed. There’s a little gap between you two, so you can tell he doesn’t want to be touched anymore. He’s feeling overwhelmed and needs to cool off now. His mind keeps replaying what just happened. “Drink your water, Daryl. It’ll help.” He’s thankful for the reminder because, honestly, he would have forgotten to hydrate if it weren’t for you. 

You can tell by his eyes that he’s distracted, probably overthinking. You silently tap his shoulder to pull him out of his thoughts. He can tell from your face that you want cuddles. That wouldn’t be a problem for him if he weren’t so overwhelmed and overstimulated. Maybe in the future. However, he gives you his arm to hug. He knows you need it, even if he may not. His other arm drapes over his eyes to block out the bedroom light. He’s so overstimulated, but feeling you nuzzle against his arm is soothing. He’ll definitely have to get used to sex because it’s been forever for him, but he is looking forward to it. 

When you start dozing off is when he gets up to turn off that damn stupid bright light. You were worried he was just going to leave, but he came right back and draped the blanket over you. “Mmh, thanks. Love you.” A small smile tugs on his lips as he kisses your hair and settles back beside you. That’s the most you might get out of him for the rest of the night. 

“Luv ya too, darlin’.” He watches you fondly as you snuggle up with his arm and fall asleep. He’s used to you two falling asleep while cuddling, so he scooches just a little closer. He doesn’t cuddle with you until his mind finally calms down. He tugs you towards his chest, being careful not to wake you. You grumble happily in your half-asleep state. You can hear him mumbling about how much he enjoyed himself against your hair, too shy to directly tell you.

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I think I did half well writing smut for my first time

[smuttfuelled]

“Taking it slow”

“Taking it slow”

Daryl Dixon x reader

When I think about Daryl being in a relationship, I think about how slow he’ll need to take things. I, for one, like taking things slow. Daryl is new to this, of course you're going to have to teach him things and be patient. As much as I love confident and cocky Daryl, it’s going to take him a minute to actually get there. There’s going to be lots of baby steps! 

Summary: Must I explain much? Slowly entering a relationship with Daryl and getting comfortable 

Tags: Fluff, baby steps, inexperienced, headcannons, cuddles!!! No specific era or season

Word count: 4765

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You’ve known Daryl since Atlanta. Of course, you two have been through a lot together, so he’s grown to care about you. Like the way he cares about Carol but, maybe more. You’ve seen him grow as a person, and all he’s gone through. You’ve always been there for him for everything, even if he tried to push you away at times. You two have a very close relationship, but lately, it seems to have been getting closer. Daryl needs a deep emotional connection with someone before anything happens. He’s probably on the ace spectrum. It makes sense. He’ll fall for anyone, doesn’t matter who, as long as they appreciate him. He just needs to feel loved. He’s bi just doesn’t know it or acknowledged it. 

You had to reassure him you can go slow, like really slow. You’d happily teach him everything since he’s never done this before. Eventually, he reluctantly gave in. First step was touches. He wasn’t used to affectionate touches. Whenever you touched him, he flinched. There was clearly some trauma bubbling up, so you never pushed. Eventually he trusted your touch and stopped flinching, even began to crave it. However, he doesn’t enjoy being affectionate in front of the group. That’s something you can put up with. If you want this to work, you have to respect his boundaries or he’ll push you away. Sometimes he’ll casually put his hand on your shoulder, or graze your arm around the group to show his appreciation. 

It took a while for your first kiss, and another week for your second. Sex would take even longer, but that’s not on your mind right now. The first kiss, he was hesitant, unsure, but when your lips brushed against his, he melted and kissed you back. Of course, you had to make the first move. His touches were slow, shy, and a bit clumsy, and he didn’t know where to put his hands. He was a mess after that kiss. That’s why it took so long for the second. However, the second one felt much more natural. He put one hand on your cheek, the other on your hip to pull you in close. He even used some tongue. His touches were much more confident. He’s a fast learner, after all. You're not sure where he picked that up from, but you liked it. He doesn’t kiss you often though, he’s still getting used to it.

He needs lots of reassurance from you. He always feels like he’s doing something wrong or it’s not good enough. If you teach him something new or if he picks something up from you, like something you do to him, he’s very tentative and hesitant. He’ll gradually feel more comfortable after you reassure him he’s fine. This man cannot make the first move. Not yet anyway. He needs you to give him a sign that it’s fine. There’s a lot of little affectionate gestures he wants to show you, but he’s just too shy. He’ll get more comfortable as time goes on and touch you whenever without hesitation. (:  For now anyway, he’s fighting with himself a lot. 

He has a lot of thoughts about how he’s not good enough, not handsome enough, doesn’t deserve you, you can do better. Thoughts along those lines. Why do you think he needs so much reassurance? When you two first started getting closer, he had a lot of those thoughts, so he pushed you away, avoided you. Little did he know is you melt those thoughts when you're around. He feels most at ease around you. It’s like you clear his mind. Of course, you gave him his space at first, but eventually you had to be near him. That little push made him realize how nice it feels to be around you. However, if you push too hard, he’ll push you away. He’s like a scared puppy. He has to make his way to you. 

We all know Daryl is a man of action, not words. He won't say ‘I love you’ too often, not early on anyway, but he’ll show you. He’ll pick up little trinkets for you on runs, let you have the first serving of food, or pick up rocks that match the colour of your eyes. When he’s more comfortable with touches, he’ll always show you small acts of affection to make up for his lack of words. Lots of little kisses everywhere and soft touches. He’s only gentle with you.

(Present)

He’s sitting on a log by the fire eating alone while the rest of the group is either still asleep, or grabbing food. You come up behind him slowly so you don’t startle him, and kiss his shoulder as you step over the log and sit. He grunts in surprise before smiling just slightly. He’s been getting more comfortable with your touches. He didn’t even mind that the group was near for that one, not like anyone of that actually saw. “Mornin’.” He says in a gruff voice, swallowing his food. You’re sitting closer than usual. He shudders when your shoulder brushes his. “Morning!” You reply cheerfully. 

His face scrunches when you kiss the corner of his lips, thinking he won’t want a proper one just yet. You were mistaken. He glances at the group behind him before cupping your cheek and pressing a quick peck to your lips. He looks back down at his bowl like nothing happened. He’s sure the group has picked up what’s been going on between you two. You two have been sharing a tent, after all. Your eyes widen after that quick kiss. “You’ve been getting bold lately.” He must be feeling comfortable. He just shrugs, quietly eating. You notice how he keeps looking over his shoulder at the group. “Worried about what the group will think?”

He looks back at you. His eyes say everything. You’ve gotten better at reading them since he’s so quiet. “How about we try something simple?” He thinks for a second, then nods. He’s been trying to work with you, push past his boundaries. Anything for you. He sighs contently when you lay your head on his shoulder. That’s something he can handle. He looks back and gets a small smile from Carol. Yea, she knows. She’s glad he found someone…. Or more like someone found him. 

He watches you from the corner of his eye as you eat. He’s always watching you, observing, trying to figure out how you work. Also… admiring you. He doesn’t get how such a pretty thang could fall for him. Why you're willing to go through so much to be with him. He usually has to push those thoughts away. When he finishes his food, he lays his head on top of yours. You both aren’t getting any looks from the group, so he’s willing to be affectionate right now. You set your food down, wanting to soak up this moment. You don’t get to many of these. “Are you going hunting again?”

“ ‘Course.” He closes his eyes, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability. You sigh softly, knowing this moment won’t last too long. “I’ll be waiting for you.” He holds you for a moment before he pulls away, standing up to go grab his crossbow. You look down at your food with a slight pout. You know he’s just trying to fend for the group, but he always spends the whole day hunting. He ruffles your hair before heading off to the woods, and you give him one last look.

Nighttime is your favourite with Daryl. He’ll come back, feeling exhausted from hunting, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle with you. He’ll be more affectionate since you two have the privacy of your tent. You tiredly lift your head when you hear the tent zipper. “Daaryl.” You say his name softly with affection. He hates the way his heart reacts each time you say his name like that. “Hey sw-” He cuts himself off before he lets ‘sweetheart’ slip. You wish he would just say it, but you’ll take what you’ll get. “How’d it go?” Daryl groans as he takes off his vest. He’s sore after a long day and can’t wait to cuddle with you. “Mmmh… Didn’t get shit, but set up some traps.” He huffs as he collapses on the pile of blankets on the tent floor. His eyes close as you run your fingers through his hair. This is when he lets you touch him. Let’s you push past his borders and boundaries. This is the time for you to test new things. Push him just a little. His eyes open when he hears you giggle after you boop his nose. There’s a small smile on his lips. “Enjoying yaself?” You scooch closer and nod. “Uh-huh.” He leans into your hand as you rub his hair. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he’s clingy. You might get a few shy kisses from him, but you're usually doing all the work. Not that you mind, this man needs all the affection in the world. He sinks into the blankets as he unwinds from the day. “Ready for bed, Daryl?”

“More first.” He mumbles, enjoying the way you play with his hair. He’s never loud, but you can hear a few pleased sighs and content hums from him. He groans as your hand moves from his hair down to his shoulder, rubbing his taut muscles. “Damn…” He groans out. He didn’t think this would be so nice. His mind has always been focused on survival. He never stopped to consider the perks of a relationship. If he knew you’d do this for him every night, he would have probably been with you a lot sooner. “You like that?” 

“Hell yea.” His voice is barely audible. This man is in pure bliss right now. You need nothing more to be perfectly happy with him. It brings you such satisfaction to get him like this. He doesn’t even realize how vulnerable he is. That thought didn’t cross his mind. All he knows is how warm and safe you make him feel. Feeling a bit bold, you move your hand down to his chest.

His eyes open and he grabs your wrist, before seeing your look of surprise. He holds it for a second before letting go. Sometimes you’ll get something like that when you cross a boundary he’s not ready for. So, doing something you know he’s comfortable with, you bring your hand to his cheek, stroking your thumb over his goatee. His eyes close once he relaxes again. His head sinks against his pillow as he sighs.

You love the soft little sounds you're able to pull out of him. It’s a sign that you're doing something good. These are the times he’s most relaxed. When you're showing him affection. It’s easiest to read him when he’s vulnerable. Figure out what he likes, what he doesn't. Which isn’t much since he loves all the affection you give him. That’s what he needed in his life.

He grabs your wrist again, making you feel you did something wrong. Your brows furrow when he pushes himself up, then leans over you. “How do I…?” Oh, he wants to reciprocate. He hasn’t really done that. This must be growth. “Just do what feels natural.” He just looks at you, waiting for you to give him some more direct directions. “Uh… start with kisses. Kiss me wherever you’d like.” His eyes roam over your face and neck as he nods. He lowers his head, his lips just above yours, then he hesitates. You don’t close the gap, not wanting to push him. You want him to be able to make his way to you. He swallows thickly before tentatively pressing his lips to yours. You don’t kiss back until he does. For such a rough man, he has the softens lips you've ever kissed. 

He’s using this kiss to memorise your lips. All his other kisses were usually quick and shy. He never really felt your lips. After a good minute he sighs heavily against your lips as he pulls away. Then he moves his face down to your neck. He keeps his head buried there, enjoying your soft warm skin before he finds your pulse point and kisses it, since it's most vulnerable. It’s his way of showing you’re safe with him. One of your hands makes it to his hair. It’s gotten so long, it’s easy to tangle your fingers in it.

His hair is one of his favourite places to be touched. Why do you think he grew it out? You ruffled it once, back when it was short and he was hooked. He trails a couple of kisses down your throat before lifting his head for reassurance. He’s always asking for reassurance from you. He wants to be doing all of this right. You brush his hair out of his face. “That’s good, that’s good. Feels nice.” Your voice is breathless. He must be doing a damn good job if he was able to get you to sound like that. 

That’s all the confirmation he needs. He’s treating your skin so delicately. He hits a few sensitive spots that make you pull his hair. So those are the sweet spots? Duly noted. Now Daryl knows where to focus. You don’t know what this is leading to, if anything. Either way, you're happy. This is the most expressive Daryl has been since the two of you have gotten closer. His kisses are slow and soft, trying to make up for all the affection he hasn’t shown you yet.

Then he slowly lowers his weight on your chest, making sure not to crush you, and just lays there. There’s a lot going through his mind, there always is. You’re happily playing with his hair. His weight on your chest is soothing. It seems like he needs a minute, so you’re giving him all the time he needs. You don’t press, just leave him be. It must be a lot for him, but you're proud he pushed himself. You press a little kiss to his hair as a way to tell him he did good. You two have a way of communicating in silence. 

His brows furrow as he struggles with his thoughts. Is he doing this right? Why is it so difficult for him? He cares about you. Cares about you deeply, but it’s just so hard for him to get himself to show you. His thoughts get interrupted as you ruffle his hair. It’s like you’re directly scratching those thoughts away. He must be doing ok since you’ve never complained. 

He nuzzles his face into your chest. It’s the warmest part of you, so he loves it. That and your thighs. He loves laying his head in your lap, having his hair played with as you talk about your day. “Sleepy?” You ask quietly. He just grunts in response. Yea, he’s tired, but if he goes to bed, that means no more kisses. He tugs on your shirt like a child, silently asking for more. You happily give them to him, placing kisses all over the top of his head. He’s trying hard not to doze off. He craves more, but the warmth is getting to him. 

You lightly nudge his shoulder to see if he fell asleep. Apparently not, as he lifts his head with a small grunt. “Sorry. Thought you were asleep.” He huffs at that idea as he lowers his head. “Don’ wanna.” Wow, he sounded like a whiny child. You brush his hair back, trying to get him to look at you again. “Why not?” You're always trying to get Daryl to communicate. Even if it’s not vocal. Sometimes if he wants a kiss, he’ll nudge you or lay his head on your shoulder until you do something. Those moments are so cute.

He’s reluctant to speak. He’s not good and not used to voicing what he wants. “Wan- need more.” You laugh softly. Just a few words are good enough. You cup his cheek in your hand as you kiss all over his face. His face scrunches and he sucks in a breath before relaxing. And look at that, his cheeks are pink. Daryl loves and hates all the tingles your kisses leave behind. He never thought they could do that. He thought a kiss was a kiss, but you’ve taught him they're so much more than that. He lays his head back on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. It’s one of his favourite sounds. Your heartbeat, laughs and giggles, your breaths when you sleep, and the way your voice gets when you're excited or talking about something you're passionate about. 

Once he heard your voice get like that when you were talking about him to Carol. That’s when he figured you must truly have feelings for him. You’ve never once faked that voice. Thinking back, there were a lot of signs he missed. Maybe you didn't realize, or maybe you needed to take your time before you told him. Either way, he knows you’ve cared for him for a damn long time. 

He slowly untangles himself from you. Your hand lingers in his hair as you watch him pull away. Then his hands drop to his belt. Assuming he’s just taking it off for bed, you close your eyes and cuddle up with a blanket. He’s never taken his jeans off to sleep, even though you’ve told him to because, let’s be real, sleeping in jeans is uncomfortable. Maybe he’s not comfortable yet to let you see him like that. Your eyes snap open when you hear his fly. Damn, maybe tonight’s different. You catch a glimpse of the bulge in his boxers before forcing yourself to look away to give him some privacy. This is the first time he’s done this. Don’t ruin it by ogling him like a perv.

He slips under the blanket with you, cuddling your back, wrapping an arm around your waist. He presses a small kiss on your shoulder before closing his eyes. “Night.” You glance at him as he settles against his pillow. “G’night handsome.” A small breath of amusement passes his nose. You’ve been slowly easing into calling him pet names. He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he falls asleep.

The longer you slept with Daryl, the fewer nightmares he had. Of course, one will pop up once in a while, but mostly, his nights are peaceful with you. He loves using you as a pillow or holding you to his chest, using your weight for deep pressure therapy. It helps with nightmares. The warmth from your body is his favourite. Sleeping in a tent, the nights get cold, so he likes to snuggle close. He likes to think he’s doing this to keep you warm, but he’s doing it for his own comfort.

The first couple times he slept with you, he’d get up with the sun and leave, going on about his normal routine. One morning he slept in later than he wanted but didn't mind after he watched you wake up. You were so cute, all groggy, clinging to him, still pretty out of it, and so natural. But what he really liked? Your morning voice. It was so soft, softer than usual. Now he’s heard you use a soft voice with him before but this felt different. He ended up starting his day a lot later because he enjoyed watching you be all disoriented as you woke. He found it so interesting. He thought you were so beautiful at that moment. Like you were unreal. 

The first night you invited him to sleep over at your tent, he didn't cuddle. Sure, he let you touch him a little, but he kept to himself as he fell asleep. You tried to get him closer but he kept his distance. All your little touches were still new for him so cuddles would’ve been too overwhelming. However he slowly made his way to you. That’s how it works. You need to let him make his way to you. Let him take his time. 

He always wakes up before you. He’s just used to waking up early. Waking up before you, he’s always greeted with your sleeping form. He gets to see you at peak vulnerability. When you wake up, he’s sitting beside you, quietly watching with a soft gaze. He’s already got his jeans and vest back on. He watches as you blink rapidly to clear the blurriness. Now he’s waiting for you to see him and cuddle close. He’s memorised the way you work each morning. And there it is, you're grabbing him, trying to pull him down, so he’s laying with you. He happily complies. 

He brushes your hair out of your face, then glances at your lips. Is this the right time to kiss you? Should he wait until you’re fully awake? He doesn’t know. He wants you to engage first. That way, he knows you actually want it. He’s always afraid of crossing a boundary. Fuck it. He’s going to go for it. You’ll tell him if you didn’t like it right? You're so much better at communicating than him.  He pushes his lips against yours, lingering for a moment, before pulling away. The happy hum he got from you makes him feel better. He’s considering a way to push himself a little further, but not entirely, so he’s not out of his comfort zone. Soooo... “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

Your eyes light up when he finally calls you that. He’s been wanting to for a while, he was just too shy. “Good morning, handsome!” Your excited demeanour makes him chuckle. Ok, so you like that. He’ll call you that more just to see you react like that. He runs his hand through your hair, trying to smooth it out. “Ya lookin’ a lil’ messy.” A small pout forms on your lips then you get an idea. “Would you like to brush it?”

His hand falters. That’s a very intimate act for him… but it seems easy enough. That’s something that can ease him into something more. He nods once with a grunt. You sit up, grabbing your brush, then sit in front of him. He hesitates as he looks at your hair. It’s messy, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s rough with his hair on the rare occasion when he brushes it, but he knows he can’t be like that with you. You look over your shoulder when he doesn’t start brushing. “I’ll let you know if you pull.” He sighs as he brushes the ends of your hair. He’s brushing slowly, being extra mindful not to hurt you. “How’s tha’?” 

You close your eyes. You can feel how careful he’s being. “You’re doing good.” While brushing your hair, he only snags a couple times, but it’s not enough to really hurt you. Still, he feels like shit. “You’ll get better the more you do it.” He pauses. You’ll let him brush your hair more? He… really likes that idea. He runs his fingers through your hair, making sure he didn’t miss any knots. Then he tries something you always do to him. He lightly scritches your head, drawing giggles from him. “Haha, Daryl!” You laugh, leaning back against his chest and he wraps an arm around you. He’s learned the way you play with his hair, so he has some idea about how he’s supposed to do it. He presses his head against your shoulder, leaving little kisses. He’s observing your reactions, seeing what makes you react how. See, he’s learning. “I’m not goin’ huntin’ today.”

“Why-” You get cut off as he pulls you down with him. “Oh.” You laugh, cuddling up with him. Today, he wants to focus on getting closer with you, learning about you, and feeling more comfortable with you. He’s never going to get any better at affection if he doesn't try it. He compares it to hunting. There’s a lot to learn, a lot of patience, but if he practices then it’ll become second nature. He’s only really affectionate with you at night, and that doesn't last too long because you both end up falling asleep. When you wrap a leg around his waist, he tenses. He wasn't expecting the gush of warmth that would come with that. A second later, he relaxes, holding you close. “C- can I kiss ya?” 

“Of course. You don’t have to ask.” You’ve told him that a couple times before, but he still asks. Though if you keep telling him, he’ll slowly learn. Just reassure the baby. It’s all he needs. He presses kisses to your shoulder, making his way up to your neck. Soft little grumbles and sighs can be heard from him. He’s never let his hands wander, he’s just been too much of a sweetheart for that, but today he’s feeling bold. His hand moves down to your waist, gliding over your curves, then rests on your hip. He likes the way your body feels. It’s perfect. It’s so soft to touch. He’s not used to feeling something like that. His fingers squeeze just slightly, not wanting to be rough. 

Never feeling him touch you like that before, makes you feel those nice tingles. So, you snuggle closer, trying to encourage him to keep going. It takes him a second to realize what you want before running his hand up and down your side. The baby boy is learning! His movements are stiff at first before becoming more natural. He’s giving into the feelings you make him feel. You're soaking up every touch. It's the first he’s really ever done this. “Am I… doin’ ok?” He asks nervously. You sigh happily. As much as you love showing him affection, it’s nice to have some in return. “You’re doing more than ok.” Daryl's eyes gaze over your face and body language, trying to get a read on you. You’re really not that hard to read. You’re basically melting under him. He has to bite back a smile. He can’t believe he’s actually making you react like this. Do you know how good that makes him feel? Knowing he has an effect on you? He’ll be using that against you when he’s more comfortable. 

You mess with his hair as his hands roam from your sides to your tummy. He’s trying to memorise how you feel. He closes his eyes and buries his face in your neck, so he’s solely focused on the way you feel. He’s very bold this morning. He’s never this brave when he touches you. Once he feels like he let his hands roam for long enough, he takes a peek at your face. You look peaceful. He got you like that, huh? That makes him feel a sense of accomplishment. 

He flinches back when you suddenly bring your hand up to stroke his cheek. His facial muscles relax when he realizes you didn’t mean any harm. He’s gazing at you tenderly. His eyes always give him away. And when he closes them, that means he’s feeling comfortable. It’s his way of lowering his guard. He lets out a low groan as you ruffle his hair. That always makes him melt. He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm while he makes eye contact. 

The fucking BUTTERFLIES, this man just made you feel. He knew what he was doing. When he’s confident with his touches it’s going to be fucking over for you. He chuckles slowly as your cheeks flush and you try to hide your face with your hands. He grabs both of your wrists, holding them firmly to his chest. “Ah, ah, girl.” You meet his eyes. He loves the pink flush to your cheeks. Sure, he’s gotten you to blush a few times, but never like that. He hides his smile by resting his head on top of yours. He sighs contently as he wraps his arms around you. His thumbs are tracing little patterns on your back. 

You close your eyes as you relax, giving into his embrace. His big strong arms are perfect for wrapping around you and holding you close. Have you seen his arms? They’re perfect for this. His grip is tight and secure, shielding you from the world. It’s his way of showing he’s protective of you. He likes to keep you close to his chest. That’s where his heart is after all. 

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Soooooo, this turned out to be a lot more fluff than I was originally going to write but who’s complaining?

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Currently revisiting my saved Donnie edits and it feels like physical pain.

AHHHHHHHHH PLEASE AMC PLEASEEEEE

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AHHHHHHH LOOK AT HIMMMM LOOKIN AT THEM

WHAT DID I SAY. WHAT DID I SAY. WHAT. DID. I. SAY.

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My big 3😭

If you recognize any of them please like the post❤️❤️

Commission for: @unforgivemn !!

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Sometimes I feel like I’m a lil too freaked out on here

would Norman hate me yall😭

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YUP STEALING THIS FOR NEXT YEAR

It's my birthday today!!! look at what my best friend made me 😝😝 ily @maarrws

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Raw, rough, n sloppy.

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@mrdixon I love your content, please don’t die.

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So what’s everyone’s age gap with Norman Reedus? Mine’s a casual 33 years