#Merle Dixon imagine

[justanotherescapism]

TWD Imagines - How they’d react to you wearing their jacket

A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I have not been active in ages but here we are! I started a small business so I’ve been a little busy but back now!

Daryl

At first, he wouldn’t say anything. Just silently stare are you walk around with it on. But then he’d chuckle to himself, and walk over to you asking what you’re wearing. You’d plead saying it’s cold but you both know it’s comforting in a different way. ‘Y’know if you’d ask, I’d’a given it to ya.’

Rick

Rick would smile to himself, looking around to see all the people who have seen you. He’s a touch possessive, and loves that you’re so confident in your relationship. He’s strut over to you, kiss you on the cheek before making some cheeky remark. ‘Well, look’s like you really love me after all.’ When you’d turn to him, you’d be about to defend your choice, when he’d pull you into kiss him - deeply but sweetly.

Negan

He’d wolf whistle the minute he saw you. He’d strut up to you and pull you in by the hips, kissing you roughly. ‘Wow, baby doll, look at you.’ You’d be a blushing mess, which only spurs him on. Let’s just say, you wouldn’t be in his jacket for much longer.

Merle

Merle would laugh at you. You’d get annoyed thinking he was been mean, really he was baffled. You’d take it off, leaving it with him, he’d get really quiet. Walking away, he watch you, annoyed at himself. He’d grab the jacket, and find you sitting out by the fence, watching the prison field. He’d drape the jacket over your shoulders, and apologise.

Shane

To him, it was the hottest thing you’d ever done. Everyone already knew you were his, but to see you rubbing it in peoples faces. He’d go feral, claim you need to go on a run, but really it’s just to get you alone for a while ;)

[fanficsforfun]

Nothing crazy

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Prison

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: explicit sexual content (very vanilla though)

Summary: You’re feeling a bit down and Merle decides to cheer you up

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You were sitting in your cell, fidgeting a color pencil in your hands. You missed your old life, the normal days before the outbreak. Sometimes you had thought it was boring, but now you would rather live that boring life you once had. It was pointless to hope you could get back in those days, you knew that, but that's what you were hoping for. How nice it would be to take a walk in the neighborhood, see people doing whatever they would be doing after work, to go grocery shopping in a normal way, get to eat something other than canned food or hunted animals, live in a damn house instead of a prison… 

Suddenly Merle's voice pulled you out of your not-so-happy thoughts. 

"What's the matter, sugar?" He asked. 

"Nah, nothing really", you replied. Life was what it was now, there was no going back. You just had to live with it. 

"I don't buy that", Merle commented. 

You just rolled your eyes.

"Well, whatever it is, I know what could help", Merle replied with a rather suggestive tone. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t you ever think about anything else than-”, you started, but he cut you off. 

"Of course I do. But surely a little pleasure wouldn't hurt." 

You just raised your eyebrows to him, partly annoyed by his behavior, but partly interested. He smirked, walked over to you and sat to the end of your bed, leaning against the wall. 

"Come here, girlie" he called, positioning himself in a way that you could go sit between his legs. 

You hesitated for a moment but then decided to crawl over to him. At that point you just wanted to stop thinking about your old life, even though you weren't exactly in the mood. A smile rose to his lips as he asked you to lean back. You did, though you felt a bit nervous. Well, maybe it would be just fine as long as he would keep his wits about him on the way. Despite your hesitance, the warmth of his body actually did make you feel better. Yet you flinched when he wrapped his hurt arm around your waist. 

"Easy girl, I won't do anything crazy", Merle chuckled as if he would have read your thoughts. "I promise."

"Yeah, right", you commented sarcastically. Everybody knew that most of the time it was very far from the truth. Merle did nothing but crazy things.

"No, seriously. And ya can just stop me if anything's not okay." 

You only replied with a humm because he had slid his good hand over your thigh, although on the outer side of it. His hand was warm and sure and got all of your attention. Soon he moved his hand on your other thigh, repeating the same motion. You let out a contained sigh. His touch felt... good. It didn't take long before you started to feel a slight tingly sensation between your legs. You were getting aroused. Merle's hand had moved closer to your inner thighs, although still over the hem of your dress. You gulped and pressed your thighs tighter together. It was unbelievable how easily he managed to turn you on.

Merle's hand left your thighs, moving over your belly up to your chest and slightly brushing your neck. On the way down, he let it brush your breast. Your breath hitched at the touch. 

"Ya still alright?" Merle checked with a quiet voice. 

"Uh-huh" you replied. More than okay. 

"Good", came his husky answer.

When his hand next went up, it grabbed your breast, gently squeezing it. A jolt of pleasure rushed through you. The strong hand carefully massaged you, making you feel all warm inside.

"No bra", Merle murmured against your hair. "Naughty girl..." 

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. When Merle's thumb brushed over your hardened nipple, you moaned. 

"Feels good, don't it?" He teased. 

You hummed, arching your back a little to push your chest against his hand. Merle laughed quietly, teasing the nipple of your other breast through the fabric of your dress. After a while his hand moved lower, caressing your sides and belly. Eventually his hand returned down, he gathered the hem of your dress up, and then asked you to open up your legs. Your heart rate picked up but you did as he asked, and the next thing you felt was his fingers slowly brushing over your pussy. A small moan escaped from your lips. The touch was so soft you could barely feel it, but all the teasing had made you horny enough that your pussy was receptive to even such light touches.

Merle kept his word on not doing anything crazy. He just kept brushing your pussy ever so lightly over the fabric of your panties. Your pussy was swollen and needy already but somehow his touch was relaxing. All of this little playing, although clearly erotic in nature, was soothing to you. And it definitely had banished your thoughts of your old life. You could feel his finger slowly moving down and then back up between your legs, bringing so much pleasure with every stroke. You had to close your eyes and just enjoy the slow strokes teasing you so gently. It wasn’t your first time with Merle, you knew how skilled he was when it came to making love, but this was something new. It wasn't the usual hot and passionate sex but slow, a mixture of sensuality and casuality. And you loved it.

After a while Merle added some pressure, but still kept his touch rather light. You spread your legs further open, making him smirk. Then he pressed two of his fingers against your covered entrance, the smirk on his face widening when he felt a wet spot emerging on the fabric. You moaned at the sensation of his fingers against your core. You almost hoped he would just push them into you but of course he didn’t. He released the pressure, then pressed his fingers down there again. And again. And again. He then added a slight rubbing motion to it.

"Yer really enjoying this, ain't ya?" Merle teased when you started slightly rocking your hips at the pace of his fingers playing with you. 

You only moaned as a response. You hadn't felt that good in ages. It didn't take long until you started to squirm. The grip of Merle's arm around your waist tightened, keeping you still. Your head fell back against his shoulder, the frequency of your moans increasing. Warmth had started to pool in your belly, indicating your approaching orgasm. Merle started rubbing your pussy a bit faster, adding once more some pressure. You tried to hold back your moans as your pleasure grew, but they just kept falling from your lips. 

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Merle slid his hand under your panties, his fingers landing on your needy, sensitive clit. He rubbed it slowly, slower than just a moment ago when his hand was still outside of your panties, taking his time to bring you to the very edge. You had grabbed his arm, your pussy dripping wet from the teasing. When he noticed your breath hitching and your muscles tensing, he slowed the movement of his fingers even more. Every slow roll of his fingers on the little nub was bringing you closer to your relief, yet prolonging the moment so sweetly.

"There you go girl, I know yer close", Merle murmured. "Come on, come for me." 

You were running out of breath, your pussy feeling like it was about to explode, until the tension erupted and a warm wave of pleasure rushed through your body as your pussy was pulsating in the grip of an overwhelmingly strong orgasm. A whine escaped from your lips when Merle just kept slowly rubbing you throughout your orgasm, adding the pleasure of it. 

Afterward you felt exhausted. Your pussy was aching, your soaked panties feeling cool against your core. Merle held you tight, allowing you to recover. You couldn't remember ever having such a powerful orgasm as that Merle's skilled fingers had brought. When your breathing started to even out, you turned to Merle and had to admit he had been right, it did help.

Merle chuckled. "I told ya!"

[dixonsgirl93]

Pet names I think TWD men would use for you

I’m gonna use them in a sentence too, just for funsies

NSFWish

Daryl Dixon

“Come on, trouble.”

“It’s gonna be okay, hun.”

“I got you babygirl, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Aww, bunny, you’re blushin’.”

“What’s up, pink cheeks?” (Slight Bakugo reference here)

Negan Smith

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that.”

“Rest up, sugar, I ain’t done with you yet.”

“Aww, sweetheart.” (derogatory)

“Relax, Princess. You know you’re my number one.”

“Well, look at you. You’re as pretty as a peach.”

Rick Grimes

“Sweet thing.”

“Come on, sunshine. We gotta go.”

“You? A fighter? More like a kitten. Oh? That makes ya blush?”

“Shh, come on now, love. It’s okay. I got ya.”

“G’morning, Pudding.”

Merle Dixon

“Come on, Sugar. I was only jokin’.”

“My Queen is awake. Good mornin’!”

“Y’okay there, baby?”

“You know, honey bun, you’d probably sleep a lot better with me by ya side.”

“I got you, little lady. I got you.”

[vilentia]

Surviving Together

Merle Dixon x reader

In the soft light of the fire's glow, the flickering flames danced across the rough contours of Merle's face, casting shadows that seemed to echo the hidden scars on his soul. It had been a long day of scavenging, the world outside still a battleground of chaos and decay, but for now, the two of you were cocooned in a fragile sanctuary you'd built together.

As you huddled close, Merle's calloused fingers traced a delicate path along your cheek, his touch more tender than anyone would have expected from the man who'd once been nothing more than a hot-tempered survivor. You leaned into his warmth, taking solace in the fierce protectiveness that had become the foundation of your love. In the silence, unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Merle had his demons, and you had yours. Your pasts were intertwined with mistakes, regrets, and a haunting sense of loss. But together, you found solace, and there was a shared understanding that transcended words.

The night whispered secrets only the stars bore witness to, and in that moment, it felt like you were the only two souls left in this broken world. As the embers crackled and popped, you saw in Merle's eyes the reflection of a man who had faced his demons head-on, a man who had walked through the fires of his own making and emerged, if not unscathed, then at least redeemed.

With a sigh, Merle pulled you closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a tender kiss. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, as if he were trying to mend the invisible fractures in your heart. In his embrace, you felt safe, cherished, and, against all odds, loved.

This was your way of saving each other. In a world where death lurked around every corner, where humanity's worst instincts clawed at the edges of your sanity, you and Merle had found a lifeline in each other's arms. It was a love forged in the crucible of hardship and despair, a love that whispered hope even when the world seemed to have forgotten the word.

As the night wore on, you clung to each other, a lifeline in the darkness. Your love wasn't perfect, but it was real, and it was enough to keep both your fractured souls from falling apart completely. In each other, you'd found redemption and a reason to keep going, to keep fighting, and to keep saving each other, one day at a time.

And Merle, as he held you close, thought back to that day on the rooftop, when you'd saved him not only from the walkers but also from himself. You'd stopped the bleeding from his severed hand, bound his wounds, and refused to let him give up. In that moment, he'd realized that he wasn't alone in this world, that there was someone who saw the good in him, even when he couldn't see it himself. You'd given him a second chance at life, and he was determined to make the most of it, for you and for the love that had become his salvation.

[justanoasisimagines]

I don’t want to sleep alone - Preference-Set A

Warnings; Mentions of anxiety and past trauma, typical canon violence. Requests are open! Guidlines are pinned at the top of my page A/N; Part two will be up in a few days! So if you don't see your favourite character here, they might be in Part 2 Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

Rick Grimes; The two of you nearly died after an encounter with the Saviours. Both of you are dragging your feet, both physically and mentally exhausted. When you turn to head towards your bed for the night, Rick stops you. He te;;s you he nearly lost you today and he doesn't want to sleep without you. Taking hold of his hand, you ask him which bedroom. He leads you toward his room because in Rick's opinion, your bed is like sleeping on concrete.

Abraham Ford; Ever since the two of you started getting serious, Abraham began to fear losing you. It comes from losing his wife and children. One thing is for certain he refuses to let that happen. This leads to Abraham asking you if you want to stay the night or insisting you two sleep close to each other for safety. Abraham wants to hold you close to reaffirm your there. It does begin to ease his anxiety when you agree.

Shane Walsh; It's you who tells Shane you don't want to sleep without him. The new world is ferocious, unpredictable, and deadly. Shane has adapted to the new world quickly, without question. So it makes sense for the two of you to share a space. Shane accepts because he doesn't like the idea of you being so far away from him when anything could happen.

Father Gabriel Stokes; Before the dead rose, Gabriel couldn't imagine sleeping with anyone whom he hadn't married. It was a sin in his eyes. The realization death is around the corner for anyone forces Gabriel to realise he doesn't want to miss out on these experiences with you. Gabriel eventually picks up the courage and expresses his feelings, you made sure he's adamant before agreeing.

Merle Dixon; Merle doesn't want to sleep without you. For a couple of reasons; one he doesn't like waking up alone. He wants to wake up with your bodies pressed together. Secondly, if Merle was being completely honest with himself, he doesn't trust anyone in Woodbury, There's no way in hell someone's going to hurt you while he's around. He'd gladly die trying to protect you.

Luke; Luke doesn't want to sleep without you. He feels like it's the next natural stage within your relationship. Living together, sharing a bed etc. Luke is grateful the two of you have found each other. It's only natural he wants to progress your relationship as normal as possible. For Luke, sharing a bed feels like the next step.

Siddiq; Siddiq is shaken from his encounter with the Whisperers. He's never been more terrified of dying before. He's struggling to adapt back to real life, constantly dealing with nightmares When you make the suggestion, Siddiq agrees. He'd thought he'd never see you again. He considers your warm embrace will help him sleep through the night again

Eugene Porter; Eugene is taken aback when you tell him you don't to sleep without him. He can't fathom why you would want to share a bed with him. His reaction is adamant, of course, he does. The entire interaction is awkward, soft and endearing as you both decide who's bed to share.

Benjamin; Benjamin never expected to fall in love. Never expected to find someone in the apocalypse, but he has. He's lying in bed one night, tossing and turning, struggling to sleep. His feet instinctively head him in the direction of your room. When he knocks, you are half asleep. He blurts out he doesn't want to sleep alone. You reply by opening the door wider and allowing him in

Beta; Beta insists you don't sleep alone. Living outside with the Whisperers is dangerous, there's danger at every turn. Beta hasn't cared in the past. When you two get together. things change. Suddenly, he's scared to lose someone. There is someone in his life that he wants to protect. So he insists you two sleep side by side.

Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas; When everyone's sorting out sleeping accommodations in the prison. You surprise him when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. T-Dog immediately goes in search of a comfortable place for you to sleep. It's nice at the end of the end of the day, to know he's going to fall asleep with you in his arms.

Alden; You and Alden are sitting together reading, your eyes drooping, struggling to stay awake. Alden makes the suggestion you go to bed. However, you refuse telling Alden you don't want to sleep without him. Alden smiles, he truly adores it when you're sleepy and completely honest. Alden replies with you don't have to. Alden leads you up to his room.

Justin; Justin doesn't want to sleep without you through jealousy. He doesn't like the way Daryl's been staring at you. He wants to remind everyone, especially Daryl who you come back to after your day has finished. Who keeps you warm on those cold nights

Noah; Things are always tense in the hospital. There's always some politics going around. Noah's favourite part of the hospital is you. You two are hanging out, when Noah brings it up. He doesn't want to sleep alone, because its time he could have spent with you. The sentiment is sweet and when you agree, Noah asks you which side you prefer.

Jerry; You come to Jerry in the middle of the night, tears running down your face, pain-stricken. Immediately Jerry opens up his arms, embracing you. Jerry sets into consoling you. The world is harsh and cruel and even the strongest people break. When you tell Jerry, you don't want to sleep without him, he tells you you don't have to because he's right here.

Axel; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Gareth; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Micheal Mercer; Micheal is always busy. He takes the job seriously because it's important. However, sometimes he can feel like he's not spending enough time with you. It's why one night, he decides to ask you, to stay. He tells you, he doesn't want to go to bed alone anymore. Not when he can fall and wake up to something beautiful

Negan; Negan smirks when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. He's been waiting for you to come to him. He didn't want to put any pressure on you, but he's been wanting to share a bed with you for a while. In Negan's mind, it's another way to be close to you. An excuse to feel your body against his.

[ankhmutes]

Moodboard: Drunk Tank

So I did a thing. I did a moodboard for @sinsandsweetness because ya know, I adore Pick Your Poison and Drunk Tank. It got me to thinking....

I totally would do it again. <3 @sickyrat inspired me with all of their awesome moodboards and this is so much fun. I might do more later for some other .... things. and fics. and people. Whatever strikes my fancy and wherever my dopamine is going.

[starlitenights]

Merle: I have several questions

Daryl: since when can you think?

[mostfandomimagines]

Imagine: Being Merle’s girlfried and he isn’t taking your death so well so he plans to die by a hord of walkers

[dixonsgirl93]

This is why I write for Merle Dixon and Mad Eye Moody.There are others out there who love them as much as me.

I see you. I’ll write for you

write fanfic that three people in the world will read, because those three people are going to be fucking pleased that it exists

[fanficsforfun]

Dirty fantasy

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: no apocalypse AU, if you will. I honestly didn’t really think that much about the setting

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: pee desperation, wetting, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiveing), aftercare

Summary: You end up fulfilling your dirty fantasy with Merle

Author’s note: I know this is more kinky than what I normally write, please don’t hold it against me 😅

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You were laying next to Merle in his bed, just chilling, nothing special. You had been feeling like you’d need to go to the toilet for some time already, but you didn’t really want to. Not only because it was nice to just lay there, but also because the feeling of having a full bladder was… pleasant. You shifted a bit restlessly, but didn’t get out of the bed.

“What is it?” Merle asked after having noticed how you seemed to be getting uneasy.

“Uh, nothing. I just would need to go to the toilet”, you replied.

“Why don’t ya go then?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

You hesitated for a moment before replying: “Because it feels good.”

Merle raised an eyebrow, smiling a bit. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”, you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Hmm”, he hummed, and then got up to grab a thick towel. 

“Just in case”, he grinned, motioning for you to move enough so that he could spread the towel on the bed. You felt heat rising on your cheeks, and gave him a sheepish glance when he settled back next to you.

Merle rolled on his side, placing his hand over your lower belly, over your bladder. “So, it feels good right here?”

You bit your lip and nodded. A nice feeling of arousal started to build up inside you. Merle grinned and pressed his hand against you, gently rubbing you there. It made you gasp, and you had to cross your legs.

“Oh, yer getting desperate?” He teased, pressing your bladder again.

“Yeah”, you almost moaned. 

“Hmm, it’s starting to ache a bit, huh? Having such a full bladder?” Merle continued with a raspy, teasing voice.

You whimpered, shifting under his hand. You couldn’t help it, his words were turning you on so bad. And he just kept talking. 

“I think yer getting close to peein’ yerself, ain’t ya?” He teased, pressing his fingers against your bladder, once again rubbing it gently, knowing he was making things worse for you.

You crossed your legs more tight but then breathed out “Yeah…”

“Yeah?” He rubbed you a bit harder. “Yer gonna have an accident in my bed?”

A gasp left from your lips when you felt how your body was about to give in, how a little leak was staining your pants. Merle smiled at your wide-eyed, startled look.

“I knew it”, he said teasingly, forcing your legs open. You whimpered at it, closing your eyes for a moment.

Merle chuckled and moved his hand over the small wet spot on your pants. “Yer so full yer starting to lose control, huh?”

Another whimper left your lips, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. Merle rubbed his fingers against the wet spot, looking into your eyes. “That feels good, don’t it? When yer body just can’t hold it anymore…”

“Merle”, you gasped, trying to make him take his hand away because you were about to leak more. 

Merle refused to move his hand, instead he continued rubbing your crotch. “Yer gonna have another accident?”

You whimpered in embarrassment when you peed a bit more, wetting his hand. Merle just grinned, rubbing the growing wet spot on your pants. “Damn…”

His voice and the feeling of his hand against you made you shiver. “Merle…”, you moaned, squirming against his hand. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his fingers still moving against you.

“I... I'm gonna really pee myself”, you whined, looking at him ashamed, almost afraid of how he will react. 

Merle smirked, not stopping rubbing you through your pants. “Yeah, ya are”, he said like it's an inevitable fact.

“M-Merle…”, you whimpered helplessly when you finally just couldn’t hold it anymore, peeing in your pants and all over his hand. He only chuckled, feeling the pee flow out, wetting your pants.

“There ya go…”, he whispered, his voice low and raspy.

You kept whimpering, shame burning on your cheeks. You could feel how wet your pants were, totally soaked after having lost control. Merle gently rubbed his hand against you, smiling at how wet your pants had gotten. 

“Ya made quite a mess, didn’t ya?”

You responded by pushing your hips against his hand, grinding against it, whimpering. Merle smiled softly, rubbing you some more.

“Shh, it’s okay, sugar.”

His words made you moan, and you squirmed against his hand. Merle rubbed you more firmly, earning a gasp from you.

“Ya feel better now, all emptied out?”

“Yeah”, you breathed out.

Merle chuckled. “Good. Just relax now…”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, but after a moment you asked hesitantly “You don't think that was... disgusting? That... I'm some kind of a weirdo?”

He chuckled, gently rubbing you again. “Why the hell would I think that?”

“I just peed on myself... on your hand... I enjoyed being desperate to pee, you rubbing my bladder to make it even harder for me”, you whispered, not looking at him.

“Nah, it's okay. Nothin' wrong with finding pleasure in that. Besides, ya really think I would've done all this if I thought it was gross?”

After a moment of silence you had to admit that he was right. Of course he wouldn't have done any of it if he wasn’t okay with it. You smiled, and then pointed out that you probably should go and get cleaned up. Your wet pants were starting to feel uncomfortable, and the wet towel under you didn't help either.

Merle nodded. “Yeah, might be best. It’s a real big mess in yer pants there, girl.”

You giggled, embarrassment rushing through you again.

“C'mon. Let's get ya cleaned up.”

You nodded, and got out of the bed. Merle took the towel off the bed, and shoved it into a plastic bag that he dropped in the bathroom next to the washing machine. Then he turned to you, helping you out of your clothes. He even turned the water on in the shower, urging you to go there. You couldn’t help but get a lovely, warm feeling in your chest over how he was being so caring with you. 

You washed up leisurely, and a smile spread across your face when you saw him sitting on the toilet seat, waiting for you with a towel in his hands. He wrapped it around your body and rubbed it against you to dry you off. You closed your eyes and exhaled. His care felt so good, you never thought he would do something like that. It wasn’t quite his style.

“Ya okay? Ain't too embarrassed over what just happened?” Merle asked while continuing to rub you with the towel, drying you off. 

“Yeah, it’s not that bad.”

“Good.”

When Merle had finished drying you off, you were about to get dressed (while you were in the shower, he had gone to get you some clean clothes), but he stopped you.

“Hold on a moment, darlin'. Ain't done with you yet.”

“What?” You asked, standing all naked in the middle of the bathroom.

Merle grinned, slowly pushed you back until you bumped against the toilet cabinet and stepped really close to you. 

“There's one part of your body that needs some extra attention.”

“Oh?” You asked, your belly clenching nicely.

Merle lowered himself so he was right in front of your hips, his face level with them. “Yeah… gotta make sure yer all clean, darlin'.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and your breathing quickened. "Merle?"

“Hop on the cabinet, would ya?” 

Once you had done so, he gently pushed your legs apart, running his hands over your thighs, looking up at you and wetting his lips. You couldn’t help but gasp, your center fully exposed to him. Your arousal, which had subsided during the shower, came rushing back. He grinned, and then leaned in, placing a kiss on your nub. You moaned, letting your eyes fall shut. He gently run his tongue over you, moving it delicately along your folds. You grabbed the edge of the cabinet, doing your best not to push your hips in his face. 

Merle licked, sucked and kissed your pussy so skilfully that you were about to come in no time. You were panting, gazing down at the man between your legs. Soon your head fell back and your eyes closed as the tension in your core grew ever stronger. You moaned as it finally erupted, your pussy pulsating in the grip of a strong orgasm. 

Once you've had your release, you soon began to relax. You couldn’t deny that it had been a very hot, and a very reassuring, thing to do, to give you oral sex after you had wetted yourself, even if you had taken a shower in between. 

Merle smiled up at you and then stood up, pulling you into his arms. “All nice ‘n clean now”, he murmured. 

You leaned into him with your eyes closed, slightly panting, your pussy still feeling a bit tingly after the orgasm. “Why you'd do that?”

He chuckled, gently rubbing your back. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I peed on myself not so long ago?” You suggested, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising to your cheeks once more. 

Merle laughed, but not in a malicious way. “I told ya already, I don’t mind.”

“That was a really sweet thing to do”, you said quietly.

“Hmm”, he hummed. “I knew ya were turned on earlier. Figured it wouldn’t be too nice to leave ya without an orgasm.”

You smiled. “I should give you something in return.”

“Not tonight”, Merle firmly denied your offer. “Ya have all the time in the world to play with me later.”

He kissed your neck before letting go and grabbing your clean clothes. “Come on then. I'll give you a hand.”

The warm feeling filled you up again. He helped you into your clothes, and then you two went back to his bedroom. You noticed that Merle had had time to change the beddings while you were in the shower. You smiled as you crawled into bed next to him and snuggled up against him. No matter how rough Merle might be in other ways, when it came to being intimate, he could be very considerate.

[dixonsgirl93]

Could you write about Merle playing with the reader's boobs?

Playful Morning

You were lying in bed, in your little house in Woodbury. It was cosy enough, a nice reprieve after sleeping in trees and cars.

The man who found you and took you back lay next to you, his hand slung over your hip, still asleep.

With your back to him, you decided to shuffle back, purposely pressing your butt into him. He grunted in response, his hand sliding back to trail over your hip.

“Morning.” He grunted. His voice rough and sexy. Heat pooled between your legs as his breath tickled your hair.

“Morning.” You reply and shuffle backwards into him, needing to feel more of him.

Merle made an amused noise in his throat. He leaned up to place his lips against your ear. “Someone horny this morning, hmm?” His warm breath and deep words, rumbling against your back, made you close your eyes for a moment, reeling yourself in.

“Maybe.” You drag out the word, cheeky, taunting.

He sighed heavily against your neck, kissing where he can reach.

You turn around slightly to see his face, lifting your arm above his. He took the open opportunity to slide his hand up your ribs, his forefinger teasing the edge of your breast. A short breath escaped as the touch.

With Merle’s eyes on yours, his hunger for you evident, he ran his hand up and over the aching flesh, his fingers grazing an erect nipple. His hands were calloused, large and not the most gentle, though he tried.

He tried to fit all of one breast in his hand, squeezing and massaging. Your breathing was getting heavier, your mutual hunger for him increasing.

Occasionally, he broke up the rhythm by rubbing his thumb over your nipple, pinching and rubbing it between two fingers. It was driving you mad. But that was part of the game. He loved making you hot enough to beg for him. Egomaniac.

“Want more?” He growled in your ear, the vibration reaching down between your thighs. You clenched them together.

He noticed and chuckled in your ear. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Please, Merle.” You whimpered, silently loving his glee at your lust.

He gently rolled you onto your back, moving over to put one leg between yours. Without a word he shuffled down a little, shoved up your tshirt and brought his mouth down on your other breast, taking the nipple between his teeth and pulling. Enough to elicit a gasp from you. You felt him smile against your breast.

He switched sides to use his good hand on the other, working both at the same time. The ache in your core became almost unbearable as he teased and played at his leisure.

“Fuck. Merle.” You rasped, hands on his head, his shirt.

His tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple before he opened his mouth wider, trying to take you all in. He sucked and nipped and licked until you were gasping for him, wanting, needing more.

“There’s more to me than my tits, you know.” You manage to get out. He bit harder on a nipple in response. You moaned and gently smacked his shoulder. “Dick.”

He finally lifted up, smirking wickedly and said, “just say the words, sugar.”

But you knew he’d carry on teasing before giving in to his own desire.

“Asshole.”

He leaned up, towering above you. His nub pressing into the mattress. “Keep up with the names, sweetheart, and I’ll won’t fuck you this morning.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, the view of him above you making your heart race. “Yeah, right.”

Merle watched you for a moment, contemplating before moving away and standing up. The erection trying to escape his underwear was the proof he was all words. You leaned up on your elbows, smirking at him.

“For that,” he pointed at you, “you ain’t getting all this.” He gestured to himself.

You opened your mouth in surprise. Well, this was a first.

But then you got the wicked idea to, under the sheets, shimmy out of your underwear while he was dressing with his back turned. You flung the blanket off and called, “Merle.” In your most sultry voice. He spun fast to see your mostly naked body, breasts exposed, legs bare as they fell open. His eyes immediately fell to between your legs, your aching hole that you knew he craved to be inside of.

His jeans were pulled up to his mid-thigh, long forgotten. He dragged his eyes up to yours, your knowing grin.

“Playing dirty, huh?” He keeps his eyes on you but couldn’t help let them roam all over your body, hovering between your legs. He continued pulling on his jeans with surprising efficiency given his lack of a hand. “Two can play that game, sweet thing.”

And he smirked, taking one long glance at you, looking like he hated what he was about to do, and left the bedroom.

“Prick!” You called, closing your legs and shoving the blanket back over you.

He didn’t reply but you were sure he was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Oh, would you make him pay for that.

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D.D. | Shane's Girl [10]

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Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh is the worst, angst, canon violence, mentions of tobacco use, chapter follows “Tell it to the Frogs” but dialogue and events are paraphrased.

Word Count: 3K

Author’s Note: Me posting twice in a week? Unheard of. I've just been feeling very inspired for this story and this chapter just took on a life of it's own. I try to keep these chapter under 2,000 words, but this one is a tad longer. Hope you all enjoy! As always I would love to hear what y'all think.

After an eventful night around the campfire, you return to your empty tent. A part of you was thankful when Shane told the group that he was taking watch tonight, but another part of you recognizes that he’s simply trying to delay the inevitable. You’re just not sure you’re ready for that conversation right now. Not after the whiplash of emotions you experienced today: from the joy of one of your best friends returning from the dead to the devastation you felt for Daryl at the realization that Merle didn’t make it back from Atlanta. 

You had asked about the older Dixon’s absence during a lull in the conversation after you’d all finished dinner. Rick explained what had happened in Atlanta, and though you understood why he chose to handcuff Merle on the roof, your heart broke for Daryl. When you asked if they planned to return to the city for him, you were met by a scoff from Shane and a mumbled good riddance under his breath. His reaction made you sick to your stomach. You may not care for Merle Dixon, but Daryl does. And for all you know, he’s the only family that Daryl has left. 

The prolonged silence that ensued after your question was an answer in itself. They didn’t plan on going back for him. 

You lie down on your cot, sighing as you stare into the darkness above you. Your mind is still racing at the realization of Shane’s infidelity. You hadn’t gotten a chance to process the insinuation during the constant commotion this evening, but now that you were alone, it’s all you can think about. You roll over, closing your eyes and hoping that some sleep will give you a clearer perspective on your dilemma. But even though today took pretty much everything out of you, sleep never seemed further away. The idea of holding onto all of this alone is exhausting, but who are you supposed to talk to right now? Rick and Lori just got each other back. You barely know Glenn and Dale. And even though you’re friends with Andrea and Amy, anything told to the sisters tends to spread through the camp like wildfire. You wish Daryl was here. 

But then there’s your second problem. How do you explain to Daryl that the group left his brother in Atlanta? And how will he respond? Daryl’s just started opening up to you, and you’re depending on that budding friendship now more than ever. You’re afraid he will pull away from the group due to the betrayal. And you wouldn’t blame him — betrayal weighs heavy on your heart right now. 

You let out another sigh as you turn onto your back. You pull your thin blanket over your head, trying to physically block out the thoughts spiraling inside of your brain. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you pull Dale’s book out of your backpack and ignite your small flashlight. You open the book to where you left off, but instead of getting further into the novel, your eyes drift to the crumpled piece of paper acting as your placeholder. Finally, you drift off rereading Daryl’s hastily written note. 

When you wake, you’re met with rays of morning sunlight filtering through the flaps of your tent. You blink the grogginess out of your eyes. Even though you slept more than usual last night, your body feels like it didn’t get any rest. You gather your strength and manage to get off of your small cot, groaning as your feet connect with the ground. Hopefully, you’ll feel better once you busy yourself with something to do around camp. 

Exiting your tent, you’re met with a surprisingly empty camp. Your brow furrows as you sweep the area, but a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as your eyes land on Rick talking to Carol by the RV. Having Rick Grimes back in your life still feels like a dream. You make your way up to the pair, and Rick glances over your way. 

“You look as tired as I feel.”

Although his words are said in a humorous tone, his eyes hold a look of genuine concern. The small smile on your face grows a bit wider at the sight. Rick Grimes isn’t your blood, but you’ve considered him your family since you befriended Lori all those years ago.

“Just a restless night, I suppose.”

You attempt to brush off the concern nonchalantly. The last thing you want to do is worry Rick as he’s settling back in with his friends and family. But even though he lets out a warm chuckle at your response, the concern etched into his features doesn’t dissipate. Rick opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by a woman screaming. The two of you look toward where the sound is coming from, somewhere off in the surrounding woods, before looking back at each other with wide eyes.

“Lori…”

Without another word, the two of you race off into the woods with Carol not far behind. As you both get further into the forest, you begin to hear a medley of concerned voices. And finally, you find a small clearing with the entire group gathered around Sophia and Carl. Rick rushes over to his son, but your eyes are fixated on an inanimate walker lying beside a deer carcass. Your hand subconsciously lands on your hip and grabs the hilt of your hunting knife. Although it looks like some of the men handled the walker, you still have a sinking feeling in your stomach as your eyes rake over the jagged bite marks that trail down the deer’s neck. 

A rustling in the woods pulls your attention away from the carnage, and suddenly, everyone is on high alert. You watch as both Shane and Rick get in front of Lori and Carl, shielding them with their bodies as they draw their guns up toward the sound. Your tense shoulders relax, and a relieved sigh escapes your lips as Daryl appears from the dense forest brush. Everyone drops their weapons as Daryl raises his hands. Shane groans as he spots a handful of squirrels that Daryl has tied onto a rope in his left hand. Daryl glares at Shane for a second before his eyes land on the mangled deer lying on the forest floor.

“Son of a bitch!”

Daryl approaches the deer, angrily muttering about how he’d been tracking it for miles. He kicks the deer in frustration and drops to a knee to assess the damage the walker has done. 

“I was gonna drag it back to camp — cook us all up some venison. What do you think? Think we could cut around the chewed-up parts?”

Daryl’s proposal earns him several disgusted groans, and Shane responds. 

“I wouldn’t risk it, man.”

Daryl sighs disappointedly before standing up from the deer. He wipes off his hands on the front of his jeans. His eyes harden slightly as he looks over at Shane. 

“That’s a damn shame. Got some squirrel though — that’ll have to make due.”

From behind him, the walker begins groaning and Daryl rolls his eyes as multiple people cry out in horror. In one swift motion he swings his crossbow from behind his back and shoots the walker square between the eyes. Daryl’s eyes scan the small crowd that has gathered around all of the commotion. His posture relaxes ever-so-slightly as his eyes meet yours. He gives you a subtle nod — a small gesture you’ve grown accustomed to. Instead of nodding back, you drop your eyes to the ground. You’re not quite sure how to face him right now — overwhelmed by a mix of embarrassment over your current predicament with Shane and guilt that you didn’t go to Atlanta after learning about Merle. Realistically, you know that there’s no way that you could go on a lone rescue mission to the city to save Merle, but you still feel like you should have done something. 

Daryl’s brow furrows, and his heart clenches at your reaction. What happened while he was gone? Daryl looks around and suddenly realizes that everyone in camp is staring at him with a disheartened expression — everyone except Merle. His eyes quickly scan the group once more before he starts making his way toward their shared tent. Everyone moves to follow him. 

“Merle! Merle, where you at?”

You move to step forward. If anyone was going to break the news about his brother, it should be someone who cares about him. But before you can speak, Shane pushes you behind him and takes the lead.

“Daryl, just slow up a bit. We need to talk to you about Merle. There was a problem in Atlanta.”

Daryl chews on his bottom lip for a second before responding. 

“He dead?”

Your heart breaks as you watch Daryl’s expression drop.

“We’re not sure.”

Daryl’s face hardens at Shane’s answer. 

“He either is or he ain’t!”

Rick puts a hand on Shane’s shoulder before things get too heated between the two hot-headed men. As Daryl’s gaze shifts from Shane to Rick and his eyes narrow. 

“Who the hell are you?”

“Rick Grimes.”

Recognition flashes in Daryl’s eyes as the name immediately reminds him of the numerous stories you’ve told him about the man you consider a brother. His gaze flickers to you briefly before shifting back to Rick. For your sake, he pushes his anger aside for a moment and chooses to listen to Rick. You watch intently as Rick explains the events that happened in Atlanta. Daryl’s nostrils flare, and his grip tightens around the squirrels he’s holding. 

“You’re tellin’ me that you handcuffed my brother on top of a roof and left him there?”

“Yeah.”

And then all hell breaks loose. Daryl throws the bundle of squirrels at Rick, causing Shane to launch himself at Daryl. You rush forward as Shane tackles Daryl to the floor. You’re yelling at Shane — begging him to get off of Daryl. As you attempt to pull Shane off of him, Shane reaches back and pushes you off of him. Daryl yells as you hit the ground hard. Rick helps you up, and there’s a collective gasp as Daryl, who has managed to get out of Shane’s hold, pulls out his hunting knife. 

“Stop it!”

You step in between the two men — back to Shane. Daryl’s chest heaves from the physical activity, and his eyes don’t leave the man behind you. 

“Daryl.”

Finally, his eyes meet yours, and his face softens ever-so-slightly. He sighs before dropping the knife. You nod at him approvingly before turning to look at Shane. Although Daryl seems to have settled down, Shane is still fuming. His gaze is like daggers as he continues to stare at Daryl. T-Dog steps forward to diffuse the situation. 

“I dropped the key, but I locked the door. Nothing should be able to get in there — we just have to go back.”

You hear Daryl grunt from behind you. As you turn to face him, he’s chewing on his bottom lip again. You can practically see the gears turning his head. 

“Just tell me where he is so I can go get him.”

“I’ll go back with you.”

Lori clenches her jaw at Rick’s words, obviously upset by her husband’s decision. T-Dog nods at Rick’s words before stating he’ll join them. Shane mutters a string of expletives under his breath as Rick glances around the group. His eyes land on Glenn, and he shifts his feet nervously.

“Really, man?”

“You know the city better than anybody. It’d make me feel safer knowing you’re there with me.”

Glenn hesitates for a moment before nodding. Rick gives him a small smile, and Shane lets out an exasperated sigh.

“So that’s your big plan, man? You, T-Dog, Glenn, and Daryl?”

“And me.”

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes land on you. Shane’s expression hardens as his eyes meet yours. His gaze is ice cold, but you don’t back down. 

“The hell you are!”

“I’m going, Shane.”

Shane huffs before taking several steps toward you.

“Are you outta your goddamn mind? This is Merle Dixon we’re talking about.”

You glance back over your shoulder at Daryl who is nervously shifting from one foot to the other. He’s watching the interaction attentively. Just like always, he’s prepared to step in if Shane loses his cool.

“He’s still human, Shane. He deserves better than to die handcuffed on top of a roof like a rabid animal.”

Shane’s expression tightens as his gaze briefly shifts between you and Daryl. His gaze eventually focuses back on you and his eyes narrow. 

“You’re really gonna do this for him?”

He juts his chin towards Daryl, and you let out a dry laugh due to the absurdity of this conversation. Everyone’s watching the stand-off between you and Shane intently — you’d be embarrassed by the attention if you weren’t so angry. 

“This doesn’t have anything to do with him, alright? It’s about doing the right thing.”

Shane takes another menacing step forward. You know what he’s doing — he’s trying to intimidate you into submission, but you’re done with this. He squares his shoulders as he towers over you, but instead of cowering, you stand your ground.

“That’s bullshit. If you leave with them, we’re done.”

His voice is seething. He’s desperately trying to regain control of the situation — the ultimatum is proof of that.

“We’ve been done, Shane.”

You turn to leave the conversation, but Shane reaches out and grabs your wrist. The grip he has on you is bone-breaking, and you let out a surprised yelp as he pulls you back towards him. Immediately, Daryl springs into action. A low, threatening growl rumbles in his throat as he moves toward you.

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

Shane’s grip tightens at Daryl’s warning. You squirm due to the pain shooting up your arm. You desperately try to wriggle out of Shane’s grasp, but it’s too tight.

“Stay out of this. She isn’t yours.”

“Are you deaf? She ain’t yours either.”

Before Shane can react, Rick grabs his shoulder. He looks at you and Shane with wide eyes, obviously confused about what has happened between you both during his absence.

“Brother, what are you doing?”

Finally, Shane releases his grip, and you immediately backstep away from him. Daryl places a gentle hand on your shoulder and moves you further away from Shane. Rick’s brow furrows in confusion as he watches Daryl precautiously step in front of you. He’s obviously missing something here. The last time he saw you both — before the accident, before the coma — you were laughing with each other during dinner at Rick and Lori’s. He remembers your joy. But now you’re looking at his best friend with nothing but discontent. And Daryl, the man that Shane warned Rick about last night, is the one protecting you from a man you shouldn’t fear. Rick shakes his head before addressing the rest of the group. 

“Alright everyone, the show’s over. Let’s all cool off for a bit, okay?”

The group begins to wander off in different directions. But Daryl and Shane continue to stare each other down until Rick grabs Shane’s shoulder again.

“Shane, let’s go.”

It sounds more like a warning than a suggestion. Finally, Shane tears his eyes away from Daryl and stomps into camp. Rick gives you one last apologetic look before following after his best friend. You let out a sigh of relief and let your shoulders drop as the tense encounter finally ends. Daryl turns to face you, and his eyes immediately drop to your wrist, which is already beginning to bruise.

“You ‘lright?”

You nod wordlessly, still overwhelmed by everything that just happened. Daryl moves you back toward a fallen log to sit you down before he cautiously grabs your wrist. You’re so far away right now you don’t even respond to the touch. He drops down on one knee and gently assesses the damage that Shane caused, making sure nothing’s broken. Once Daryl is content with his assessment, he meets your eyes. His expression is brimming with worry as he searches your face. 

“You sure you’re ‘lright?”

Finally, you meet his eyes, and Daryl’s heart breaks at the sight of your broken appearance. He’s overwhelmed by his need to protect you — a feeling that’s becoming increasingly common for him as he spends more time with you. This time, you simply shake your head. Honestly, you have no idea what you feel right now. 

Daryl nods and takes a seat beside you. He feels like a fucking idiot. He never should have left you here for so long — not after everything you told him about Shane, everything he’s observed over the weeks you’ve spent in camp together. Before he can kick himself further, you speak again.

“It’s over, right?”

Daryl looks at you softly and nods.

“It’s over.”

“But he’s still…”

“You ain’t gotta worry about him anymore. I promise you, I ain’t gonna let him do anything to you. Not anymore.”

You’re overwhelmed by the sincerity in his tone and the devotion in his eyes. He promises to protect you like he’s taking an oath. And for the first time since he left on his hunting trip, you feel safe. You nod, honestly believing that Daryl would put himself in harms way for your own well-being. Hell, he already did. You lean back against the fallen log and Daryl reaches into his pocket before wordlessly offering you a cigarette. A warm laugh bubbles in your chest at the gesture and Daryl wishes he could record the sound. You take the cigarette and give him a small smile.

“You’re a bad influence, Dixon.”

A smirk pulls at the corner of Daryl’s lips as he hands you a lighter. You take it graciously and Daryl watches you light the cigarette between your lips. You hand the lighter back to him before taking a long drag.

Goddamn.

He always thought those cowboy killers would kill one day — but he was wrong. You’re going to be the death of him and he’s okay with that. Because he can’t think of a more wonderful way to go.

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Wonderful and tender

Midnight Comfort

A/N: @multi-villain-imagines requested the prompt “ Tell me you need me.” for MerlexReader. I hope you enjoy! <3

Word count: 756

Warnings: Lots of angst and fluff

You were pulled out of sleep as Merle’s body slipped out from underneath your grasp. Your hand curled in the sheets, trying to regain that familiar touch. Your eyes peeked open as you looked up at Merle, whose darkened form was hunched over on the edge of the bed. Stifling a yawn, you pushed yourself up on your hands and crawled over to where he sat. It was the dead of night, but you could still make out his features as your eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

He didn’t make a sound as you scooted up behind him, your legs on either side of his as you pressed your face against his back. Your fingers gingerly brushed over the scars on his back, time having healed the physical reminders of the abuse he endured at the hands of his father, but never the psychological ones.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya,” Merle mumbled.

You craned your neck up to press soft kisses to the back of his neck as he sighed deeply. “It’s fine,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing softly over his chest as you felt his heartbeat in your palm.

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[starlitenights]

Merle:

Carol:

Daryl walks in: … the fucks goin’ on.

Merle: I’m winning

Carol: in your dreams

Daryl: … that explains literally fucking nothin’

[mostfandomimagines]

Imagine: That you used to hook up with Merle while he was with the group near Atlanta and he sees you again as prisoner of the Governor

[grimesgirll]

rickyl x reader but with rare jealous!daryl

daryl shouldn’t be seething at the sight of rick’s head in your lap.

there’s no reason at all he should be thinkin’ about skinning his best friend. it’s jealousy at its finest.

he can hear merle now, taunting him. he wonders if his brother would call him a “fuckin’ pansy” or a “pussy” first. fuming inwardly all by himself on his recliner. the piece of furniture begins to feel like an island. it’s even worse imagining he’s just watching you and rick.

once upon a time, daryl got a kick out of seeing you get those pretty, big brain thoughts fucked out of your head for just a moment while rick splits you open. there’s something in seein’ you all fucked out, thinking about fueling the fire between your legs only. the legs that daryl often threw over his shoulders, diving tongue first in your paradisal cunt. that would be before rick rolled his way in and insisted he be the first to stuff your tight, yearn slick pussy.

merle would rag on him for that.

“aw, poor cucked, fuck,” he’d try to stifle his laugh but end up roaring in laughter.

daryl does the same thing he did when his brother was alive and ignores the thought. the thought of you can’t be banished from his head though.

no, not when you’re running your hands through rick’s hair and looking down at him, lips moving in sweet muted conversation that daryl is too green to comprehend. he’s feeling selfish now and wishing you two could go somewhere alone.

moments alone with you hit different now. they’re rare but they exist.

like after he and rick spend the better half of the night taking you apart from the inside out, and you and him sneak out to the porch for a cigarette once rick’s fallen asleep.

sometimes daryl thinks rick sleeps worse than judith - the sheriff is basically an insomniac without you. you’re the miracle cure for the horror induced nightmares. it’s like a good spooning with you clears his head, but daryl can’t really fault rick for that. he does however absolutely loathe the sixth sense the constable has for when you’ve strayed away from his arms in the night.

the man’s head is swimming at the thought of you in his arms when there’s a knock at the door.

your glinting eyes are rolling but you’re calling out for your guest to, “come in!” rick’s scowl couldn’t be larger but he fixes his face once maggie comes into view.

maggie looks between you and rick, even sparing a glance at daryl before attempting to stifle a laugh and clearing her throat. “i’m sorry to interrupt, but deanna needs you at her house to discuss important matters.”

you feel rick tense beneath you. barely able to contain your own pouts, you gaze back up at rick and he takes that as his signal to connect your lips one last time. shining under the living room ceiling lights, the two of you mash wantonly wetted lips. lost in each other, you don’t feel the pissed off redneck across the room.

finally breaking apart, you whine and rick almost scolds you, wondering if you have any respect for maggie’s image of you. when he glimpses over your shoulder and catches sight of maggie’s grin, he’s smirking. daryl wants to go out into the woods and shoot something.

“well, duty calls.”

rick’s rolling you off of him, leaving you with another breathless kiss and nodding daryl’s way.

daryl struggles to maintain a cordial face. this doesn’t go unnoticed by rick, who would’ve asked what was up with his typically mellow friend had he more time. the younger man’s more than relieved to see rick and maggie meandering out the door.

“dare’.”

damn, he almost forgot about you.

blue irises meet your dilated centers. the darkened, passion cast pupils beckon him to resume where rick had left off. a hand pats the patterned sofa.

that stirs him from his moodiness - slightly.

you’re assuming your position in his lap once his ass hits the cushion. hands gently wring around his neck until you’re sat firmly on top of him, gaze unmistakable.

“what’s goin’ on with you?”

startled, his breath hitches in his throat. his adam’s apple throbbing uncomfortably peaks your attention. you frown at him until his pink lips move slowly.;

“i feel like i haven’t even seen you lately, baby. and we live in the same fuckin’ house.”

your face falls at the words. “really?” you ask, wanting him to go on. the distraught look painting your typically sunny face has him not wanting to, but he does because you asked.

“you’re always on him, he’s on you. you touch me too and i know you love me. i know you like goin’ out in the woods with me but you feel so fuckin’ far away when you’re right there.”

“i’m so sorry, dare’.”

he’s quick to stop you. “it’s not your fault, baby, it’s not rick’s either-,”

“-no!” you interject, grinding down onto him by accident, eliciting a groan from him which you quickly apologize for.

daryl slaps your fleece covered ass lightly. “don’t apologize for being fuckin’ hot, baby.”

you giggle, leaning down to kiss him. he’s slowly but surely fading into this fairytale kiss you’re bestowing upon him until he hears another apology on your lips.

“baby, it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not.” you’re almost in tears now. puffy lips quake and purse. “you should never feel that way.”

“it’s fine, hon’, i feel better just telling you, an’ gettin’ it off my chest.” he assures you, playing with the top of your fleece shorts.

your eyes trail down to the drawstring of your shorts, and you wipe away a tear, revealing a yearning smile.

“would this help?”

daryl suddenly rolls into you, pelvis pistoning against the pillowy fabric of your shorts. he shrugs. “i don’t know.” he grunts. “maybe.”

you laugh. angling your hips, you dial up the pressure you’re coasting against beneath you when you come closer. daryl straightens to meet you for a kiss, succumbing to you, immersed until you whisper against him, “c’mon, i wanna feel you inside of me.”

daryl raises an eyebrow. “baby, i haven’t stretched you out.”

you shake your head, laughing. “you and rick already took care of that last night. you could stop fucking me for three days and as long as i’m wet-,” you get a blushed out look on your face. “-which isn’t hard around here.”

your lover’s face turns cocky. “you like being ready after being stretched out by two cocks?” pride laces his question. rick could irk him but he did love sharing you with his best friend more than anything.

that pretty little head nods up and down like it’s obvious.

“you gonna take me out and sit on me, baby?”

you’re nodding even more obediently now. falling into the instructions that have your pretty little clit swelling beneath your bottoms. that sends your hands racing to tug down daryl’s jeans, circling your hips as well to quickly spare a hand and work down your shorts. the sight has daryl straining.

“don’t make me wait, you know i can’t,” he complains with a kiss to your neck.

“mhmm,” you hum in agreement and tug down the waistband of his underwear, allowing him to help you with your peach pantone panties.

you involuntarily lick your lips upon seeing his gorgeous cock. the gigantic head primarily has your attention. has it always looked this big? you wonder. you want to take it into your mouth but the urge to give daryl that comfort he deserves has you hovering your already slick pussy above his hardened cock.

all at once, you let your hips descend and the first inch or so of daryl disappears inside of you.

“damn, girl.” the sensation has him crooning and singing your praise as you waste no time rocking up and down to develop that sloppy wetness on him - like you’re greasin’ a fuckin’ pole.

“mhm,” you whine. daryl’s awestruck face, scrunched from how tight you are despite your words, suddenly clears any stress or unease. he’s loving this, you remind yourself. an idea fills your head and before you know it, your begging for a hickey.

“huh?”

“a hickey!” you groan, bouncing with your hands firmly on his chest.

“then c’mere, baby,” and daryl’s clutching you down towards him as soon as you lean in. “i’ll mark you up however you want.” those thoughtful lips imprint into your skin immediately.

you gasp and wriggle against his loving mouth. he feels so wonderful, playfully bruising you with light scrapes of teeth and a roving tongue so well that your thought almost gets fucked out of you.

“want you to mark me up for when rick gets home,” you tell him, panting and squirming with pleasure on top of him.

length brushing against your walls which are flush against him like quicksand, those words are dangerous. he does his best not to fuckin’ jackhammer you to oblivion just at the thought of rick comin’ home to you all purple from daryl’s mouth - the mouth that was already obsessed with your pretty girl clit and taking a vacation between your legs.

“yes, whatever you want, baby.”

“ah!”

you’re not ready for the bite that isn’t as light as you’d expected.

“so tight on me.” daryl chuckles, suckling on the sensitive skin. “felt you clenchin’ like you’re ready, baby girl.”

“does my pussy feel good? squeezin’ you?” you ask, eyelashes fluttering.

daryl almost finished in you right then and there.

“course it does.” he replies without missing a beat. “what kind of question is that?”

the answer and the pace daryl is adopting has you seeing stars. heat is what you plunge into as you slide up and down on daryl. he’s dragging you up and down against him, hands burying fingernail marks in your soft hips while he fucks up into you and worships your shoulder.

the bite to your shoulder is what sends you tumbling into the tirade of pleasure that’s your orgasm.

on the living room sofa, you gasp and cry, tears falling into daryl’s hair as he takes a tit into his mouth, biting down. it’s a soft graze of cautious teeth but you yelp, startled by the pleasure and the spurting of warm come in your tight little cunt.

foreheads bowed against each other’s, you both find a rhythm in your breath - and each other’s lips again.

it’s when you and your lover are unsurprisingly making out again, once you take just a moment to breathe and pull apart, the question’s blurting from your lips;

“you know i love both of you, right?”

daryl softens beneath you. the hands on your waist rub languid, lazy patterns as daryl nods at you. “i do, baby.”

the twinge of a smile is on your lips until you’re suddenly remembering how you got to asking that question and straddling your dare’ like this in the first place. “but you shouldn’t feel that way.”

daryl’s shaking his head, ready to tell you that it’s fine, he’s fine but then you’re saying;

“how could i ever make it up to you, dare?’”

a million possibilities filter through his mind at once. there really isn’t an apology he won’t accept from you.

“how about a hunting trip? just the two of us.”

“i love your mind, baby.” he grunts, bucking up into you with that seemingly impatient, girthy rod.

you giggle in triumph, letting a pretty grin overtake your face. “alright now, back to where we were, huh?” you bear down to capture daryl’s mouth in a kiss, tonguing your way inside for just a brief moment before parting lips. “rick will be back from watch in an hour. how many hickies do you think you can give me before then?”