#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 ;)

[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.”

[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!"

[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, finds and saves Sophia at the farm

Sophia: he’s my hero

Rick: that’s a bold and terrible choice

Daryl: he’s a fucking disaster

[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

[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.

[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.

[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?”

[hjori-kunoichi]

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]

Judith: why’s it slimy?

Merle attempting to be a good role model and teach her how to properly clean a kill: … it’s literal guts? You dumb or something?

Bonus:

Rick: hey I’m back from our ru- JESUS CHRIST ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU HURT?

Judith absolutely covered in blood: I was hanging out with uncle Merle

[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

[violettwrites]

quiet birthdays — trailerpark!daryl

a/n: hi my lovelies ! i actually had a lot of fun writing this, and i really hope you enjoy ! i love writing the trailer park trio so much !!! i also listened to the birthday party by the 1975 while listening to this, but you don't have to ! it just fit the quiet vibes of the story when i wrote it.

as always, if you enjoyed reading this, please don't forget to like, reblog, and/or comment !! you know i always appreciate your support !

summary: anon requested ! reader keeps quiet about her birthday, but the dixon brothers find a way to make it special

warnings: none !

word count: 1,308

resources: divider by @/adornedwithlight

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the sun had already begun to dip below the horizon when you pulled into the trailer park, the air thick with the lingering heat of the day. your limbs ached with hours spent on your feet at work, and all you could think about was getting home, throwing yourself into bed, and forgetting that today was supposed to be special. it was your birthday— though you hadn’t bothered to mention it to anyone. not because you didn’t care, but because you didn;t see the point. it was just another day, another year passing by without fanfare. you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you celebrated, anyway. no birthday parties when you were younger, no birthday cards from family. nothing. so you never bothered anymore.

but as you approached your trailer, something caught your eye. there was a faint glow coming from the corner of the lot where the dixon brothers lived, and you could hear the low murmur of voices. curiosity piqued your interest and you made your way over, wondering what they were up to. as you rounded the corner, the sight stopped you in your tracks.

a bonfire was crackling, the flames licking up into the darkening sky. around it, there were a few mismatched chairs, a cooler, and some string lights that were lazily hung from daryl’s trailer, casting as soft glow over the area. daryl stood by the fire, poking at it with a stick, while merle sat on a lawn chair, leaning back with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“well, look who decided to finally show up!” merle called out as soon as he spotted you, his voice loud and teasing. daryl glanced up from the fire, his expression more subtle but no less aware of your presence.

“what are you two doing?” you asked, stepping closer, your brow furrowed in confusion. it wasn’t unusual for merle to light up a bonfire randomly through the week and have a few beers, but the slight effort that was present in their set up threw you off. you had just left for work this morning like any other day, and now this?

daryl wiped his hands on his jeans and looked at you, his eyes darting away quickly like he was embarrassed. “heard it’s ya birthday,” he muttered, shuffling his feet a little. “figured we’d do somethin’.”

merle chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a beer in hand. “took ya long enough to get home. baby brother said ya’d be back by five. we been waitin’ all damn afternoon!”

you stared at them, completely taken aback. you hadn’t told anyone it was your birthday, and yet here they were, the two roughest boys you had ever met, putting together a surprise for you. your heart swelled at the thought, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to say.

“you did this for me?” you asked, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

daryl shrugged, his eyes flickering to merle as if he was uncomfortable with the attention and wanted merle to take over. “ain’t much.”

merle let out a bark of laughter. “yeah, well, he didn’t do it alone. i helped.” he gestured towards the cooler. “we got drinks, and daryl here even made ya a cake.”

“a cake?” you couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it. daryl dixon, the gruff and silent man you had come to know, had baked you a cake?

daryl looked even more uncomfortable now, and you could see his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. oh, now he was blushing. you watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment. “well, tried to. merle here ain’t much help.”

merle stood up with a mischievous grin, and waved you over to the small folding table they had set up near the fire. “c’mon, darlin’! take a look at this masterpiece.”

you followed, your curiosity getting the better of you— daryl had baked you a cake, so of course you wanted to see. and there it sat, in the middle of the table. the most chaotic looking cake you’d ever seen. the edges were burnt to a crisp, the middle sagged like it hadn’t fully risen, and the frosting was a mess– half melted, uneven, and smeared across the plate like it had been slapped on with no real plan.

daryl dixon had baked you a cake.

you covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that was threatening to escape. it was a disaster, but the fact that he even tried melted your heart.

“it’s… something,” you said, finally letting out a chuckle.

merle grinned and clapped daryl on the shoulder. “told ya she’d appreciate it.”

daryl shot him a glare before turning his attention back to you. his expression was softer now, his usual guarded demeanor cracked enough for you to see the effort he’d put into this. even if he was definitely no baker. “it ain’t that bad,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

you stepped closer to the cake, your chest warm with emotion. it wasn’t even about the cake at this point– it was the thought behind it. the fact that they had gone out of their way to make today feel special when you hadn’t expected anyone to notice.

“i love it,” you spoke sincerely, moving towards daryl so you could wrap your arms around him. you felt how stiff he was underneath your embrace, but he eventually softened, arms wrapping around your frame now. “thank you.”

he nodded his head once you both pulled from the embrace, his face relaxing a little. “glad you ain’t mad we made a mess,” he chuckled softly, his voice low.

“it’s not my kitchen i have to clean,” you teased, shaking your head, looking back at the cake.

merle, ever the one to break the mood, cracked open another beer and shoved one into your hand. “enough with the mushy, lovey dovey crap. let’s celebrate! yer gettin older, and that’s worth drinkin’ too!”

“everything’s worth drinking to with you, merle,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. but you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you accepted the beer. the three of you settled around the fire, the crackling of the flames filling the comfortable silence between conversations. merle kept the jokes coming, loud and brash as always, while daryl stayed quieter, content to sit besides you, occasionally chiming in with a dry comment directed towards his older brother that made you laugh.

as the night wore on and the fire burned low, you found yourself watching the flicker of the flames, feeling something you hadn’t in a long time— contentment. this wasn’t the kind of birthday you’d ever imagined, but it was exactly what you needed. simple, messy, but full of heart.

you glanced over at daryl, who was staring into the fire, his profile softened by the glow of the flames. there was something about him that always put you at ease, even when he wasn’t saying much. you had grown fond of his quiet presence, the way he showed care through actions rather than words, and tonight was no different.

“hey,” you said softly, catching his attention. he looked over at you, his eyes meeting yours. “thanks again. really.”

daryl shrugged, but there was a warmth in his gaze that wasn’t there before. “ain’t nothin’.”

but it was. to you, it was everything.

you didn’t need a big celebration or an extravagant party. you just needed this— two people who cared enough to sit with you by a fire, drink a few beers, and share a burnt cake. and for the first time in a long time, you felt like your birthday truly mattered.