#@bigbaldhead

[daryldixonnn]

slut for them

[aedixon]

Daryl would whimper when going down or getting his dick sucked. continues below

Seeing you on your knees, for him, pleasuring him.. it makes him weak in he knees. He swears he can cum right then and there from the sight alone. Your puffy lips, glassy eyes.. what a beautiful sight. He grabs the back of your head, whimpering as he pushes your head to take more of him, his hips instinctively bucking forward, all whilst letting out little grunts and whimpers of pleasure. As for going down on you, he eats you out as if you're the first meal he's had in days, weeks, months. It's messy and absolutely disgusting, but he doesn't care. His focus is on pleasuring you and only you. The smell of you, the taste, the sight.. it's too much for him to handle. He'll moan into you, his hands tightly gripping your thighs. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he doesn't care. If he dies in that spot, he'll die a happy man. A very happy man.

[reedusdaily]

[mianieaaa]

my dinner is on the run i yell as i chase down the tatted man with scrumptious arms driving away on a motorbike.

[bleed-ing4u]

No one will understand how much one hug from Norman reedus would heal me.

[ferallforbigbaldhead]

Oh. My. God. His. Arms.

[rotten-biter]

it’s not a hear me out anymore, it’s a LISTEN TO ME!

i’m putting this photo in my wallet and telling people he’s my husband. i’m putting this photo in a locket and telling my kids he was the one who got away. i’m putting this photo on an altar and praying for him every night. i’m putting this photo in an envelope and sending it to santa. i’m putting—

[daryltwdixon]

L A P

[v1rtualv4mp]

PEOPLE. PLEASE

WHERE ARE THOSE IMAGES FROM??? I ALREADY LOOKED EVERYWHERE BUT I'M STARTING TO THINK IT'S LOST MEDIA 💔

[rememberwhouare]

Daryl Dixon, in his wise man era.

[therealroselovejoy]

[gneebee]

Long Ago, Baby Norman in Sand

[aedixon]

First Time Virgin!Daryl x Virgin!Reader | Smut, unprotected PiV (don't do this guys!!), cunnilingus. 1K words Fem!Reader. No hyper-specific features mentioned. A/N: I'm so bad at writing smut uhhhmmmm if u have any advice or anything shoot me a dm ok. xoxo love u AND UHH enjoy

You've been in a relationship with Daryl for a few years, first starting sometime in high school. Now you're both 22, finally having bought your own house. It was small and old, obviously needing some fixing, but regardless, it was beautiful. The past few days, you and Daryl have been furnishing the place. There's still some decorations and amenities in boxes, but they aren't things that absolutely needed to be put up at the moment. You're just glad you finally have your own place with privacy. It was night, and you were already dressed in your white silk pajamas, Daryl was shirtless and wearing a pair of dark green sweats. You sat on the bed beside where he was laying, and looked down with a small, loving smile on your face. He was zoned out, picking at the hangnails on his thumb. Your smile falters a bit in slight concern. "Hey, you okay?" You say quietly, your soft voice interrupting the comfortable silence. Your words broke him out of his trance, and he quickly looked up at you. "Yeah," he responded, his eyes subconsciously trailing down your body. "Jus' thinkin'." You readjusted yourself on the bed, moving a bit closer. It wasn't unusual for Daryl to zone out, but it didn't mean that it doesn't sometimes concern you. "About what?" He looked up at you again, biting his lip. "Jus'.. we have privacy now, y'know. I was thinkin' of how we never really.. had sex. Because I was nervous. But now.. I think 'm ready." He was visibly nervous. He never really liked speaking his mind, especially when it came to topics like this. He'd always thought you'd judge him, that you'd laugh in his face and call him pathetic for being nervous and not ready for sex. Deep down, he knew you'd never do such a thing, but he just couldn't shake off that fear. Your eyes softened, the pure look of love in your eyes. You'd waited for this day for years, and now, it's hopefully finally happening. You were snapped out of your thoughts as he sat up fully, cupping your face and bringing it to his to kiss you. The kiss was a mix of gentle and rough, certainty and uncertainty. You didn't stop him, in fact, you placed your hand on the side of his neck, stroking it slowly. Daryl pulled away for air, and he just looked at you, as if he wanted to make sure you wanted to continue, that he wasn't making you uncomfortable. "Do you?" He asked, a bit breathless. You immediately answer with a nod. "I do." With that, he kisses you again, rougher, but still careful. He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you to lie down on the bed. He hovers on top of you, his elbows supporting him. He then brought his free hand to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards slightly. Seeing that you made no move to stop him, he quickly parted from you, pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes roamed your torso, taking in the newly exposed skin. You were wearing a light pink bralette with ruffled lace and white flowers embroidered on it. He pulled you up to his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. "Need it off..." He mumbled, his hands working to unclasp the bra. As soon as it was off, he tossed it to the side somewhere and laid you back down. He started at your now exposed breasts, his eyes darkening with love and lust. "God.." He immediately went to kissing your jaw, slowly making his way down to your chest. Once there, he started kissing around the nipple, before taking one of them into his mouth, gently sucking. He brought his free hand up to the other, giving that one attention as well. You threw your head back and let out a whine at the sensations, your hand coming up to gently tug on his hair. "Yes-yes.. that's it.." You moaned out, encouraging him on. He continues with that for a while before kissing lower, all the way to the waistband of your silk shorts. "Need these off.." He mumbles, more to himself than to you. He undoes the ribbon, pulling them down along with your panties.

He continues kissing down as he does so, stopping when his head is in between your thighs. He places soft kisses on the insides of your things, before spreading your legs even more with his hands. He gets dangerously close to your core, placing kisses in the surrounding area.

Finally, he places his lips and tongue right where you want him, licking and eating at you like a starving man. You moan loudly, your hands instinctively going to grab at his hair. Daryl snaps his head up, terrified, wondering if he hurt you or not. "Did I hurt ya'..?" He asks, hands gripping your thighs tightly, but not enough to hurt or leave any marks. You immediately shake your head. "No, Daryl, that was so good.. you can continue, please.." He cautiously goes back down, continuing to pleasure you. You've never felt anything like it, not even when you would pleasure yourself to the thought of him all those lonely nights, alone in your room. It's way different than that, feels way better. He licks a long stripe from your pulsing hole all the way up to your clit, his lips latching onto it and sucking. He brings one of his hands, entering one finger inside. He curls it a few times before adding a second finger, both curling and pumping into you. Above him, you're a moaning mess. Your head thrashes side to side in pleasure, letting out small whimpers and loud moans alike. He feels your pussy clenching around his fingers, and he begins to suck on your clit harder and pump his fingers faster. "Oh-Daryl, I'm gonna-" with a few final sucks, you reach your climax, your legs clenching on his head, keeping him in place. Once you come down from your high, Daryl pulls back to take a look at you and your wet cunt. He goes back down, licking up your cum, letting out a satisfied hum. He sits up on his knees, ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers.

"Ya ready?" He says, pumping himself a few times. You nod weakly, spreading your legs even wider for him. He positions himself between your legs, his tip prodding your wet, pulsing hole. "Tell me if it hurts." You wrap your legs around his waist, hands resting on his shoulder as you wait for him to push in. When you finally does, you feel the burn as his large cock stretches you more than you ever have before. You grimace at the feeling, taking a deep breath. Daryl notices the expression on your face, and leans down to kiss your face, mumbling soft apologies. He continues to push in inch by inch, very slowly. His eyes continuously dart from his cock entering you, stretching you open, and your face, to make sure you're not in any pain. Of course, your first time wouldn't be painless. You need to adjust to his size and how much he stretches you. As he buries himself inside of you, the burn lessens with time. Now he's fully inside of you, holding himself there.

"Please keep going.." you beg, looking up at him with glassy eyes. He pulls out, before thrusting back into you. God, it felt so good. You were in for a long night. But honestly, it was perfect, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[reedusdaily]

[dreaminofdixon]

Just one of my fave little snips from my current work! I have NEEDS, Daryl! 😂😂

“Let’s not tell them about the Spaghettios, okay?”

He lifted an eyebrow at me, skeptical of my request.

“Come on. I’ll keep your secrets,” I told him.

“Got none.”

“Oh really?” I crossed my arms over my chest and it was my turn to give him a skeptical look. “Because I’m pretty sure you have a secret crush on me.”

“Ain’t a secret.”

I opened my mouth to offer a retort and stopped.

“Wait. You have a crush on me?”

He shrugged his shoulders and led me out of the house. I watched him climb on the bike and he looked up at me expectantly.

“You can’t make a statement like that and then not clarify,” I complained. “That’s not fair!”

“It ain’t August, last I checked.” He started the bike’s engine. “Get on.”

“You can go without me,” I said, clearly just being dramatic. “I’ll just stay here. Hopefully I don’t get eaten or killed or…”

He rolled his eyes.

“If you see me as a walker, be gentle. Kill me softly.” I let out a deep sigh. “I just hope you remember me. All the good times we’ve…”

“Would ya jus’ get on the damn bike?”

“Can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a woman with needs, Daryl.”

“Yeah, ya need t’ get on the bike.”

“Ugh.” Okay, I couldn’t argue that. I took his hand in mine and climbed on the bike behind him. “Jerk.”

“Hold on, Princess.”

[bleed-ing4u]

Guys how big do you think it is. I need your exact details and assumptions.

Because I just KNOW it isn't small.