#Places to eat Woodbury

[virginsexgod69]

❝Laundry Day ❞

18+

pairing Daryl Dixon x f!Reader

summary a laundry mishap turned into a dream come true 

cw smut, perv!daryl, perv!reader, panty kink, humiliation (if you squint), unprotected p in v, masturbation (male), pussy eating, cunnilingus, pining

3.9k words

“Here’s your laundry. I don’t know how you like it folded, so I didn’t fold it,” you said as you placed the basket of freshly cleaned laundry outside of his bedroom door. You lingered for a moment, but once he heard your footsteps walk away, he opened the door and grabbed the basket before shutting it again. He wanted to thank you, he really did, but as usual, he was too nervous. He sifted through the laundry and began putting it away, guilt still lingering in the forefront of his mind for not thanking you. 

    Like clockwork, every Sunday, you did everyone in the house’s laundry. You were skilled in combat -against the living and the dead-, you were smart, you were so many great things that he didn’t know why you would delegate such a paltry task to yourself. Ever since Woodbury fell and the group accepted you into the prison, you took on such tasks; laundry, cleaning, the typical household chores. Everyone assumed it was because you weren’t trained to face what was outside of the secure walls of the prison, so nobody paid too much attention to you. But when you ended up tagging along for a run and saving everyone’s ass, people started noticing you, Daryl started noticing you. 

Daryl actually found himself admiring you. He admired how detail oriented you were -although he found it rather annoying at first- how you picked up on the things most would miss. He appreciated how open you were. When most of the Woodburians would turn their noses up at the squirrel he brought back to eat, you tucked in like it were any other meal. You took care of everybody and although he’d never admit it, it made his heart swell. You even took care of him, always making sure he had more than enough to eat, doting over him whenever he came back from a run, insisting to be the one to patch up his injuries. All those little moments together formed a unique friendship between you two, but as soon as Daryl realized it was more than friendship that he wanted, he distanced himself from you. You were kindhearted, smart, beautiful, and selfless and he just saw himself as a big, mean, gruff redneck who could never be enough from you. So he stayed away from you, he was afraid to hurt you and it hurt too much to be near you, but not have you. 

   Something red peeking out from the darkness of his clothes snapped him out of his thoughts. Curiously, he pulled the garment out with pinched fingers. It was a pair of red panties. They were either yours or Michonne’s, but something about them told him they were yours. His mind immediately went to places he didn’t want it to go, imagining you in nothing but those little red panties. The way he knew your plump ass would look delectable in them made his cock twitch with eagerness. He could not think about you this way. His face went red with shame as he shoved the red fabric underneath his pillow. 

  He tossed and turned, unable to find sleep. The thought of your underwear underneath his pillow weighed too heavily on him. Maybe if he just gave the panties back to you, he’d be able to fall asleep. The awkwardness that situation would put him in immediately shut that idea down. He thought about going out for a smoke, but didn’t want to risk running into you on the way out. He wasn’t in any state to see you, considering the thoughts of you running rampant in his mind. The thought of you wearing those panties, soaked with desire, begging him to rip them off you. His boxers grew tight on him. 

Fuck it. 

He’d do it one time, then throw them away and just hope you never ask about them. 

His hand slipped under the pillow, feeling for the soft red fabric. Once he found it, he immediately put it to his nose, hoping to smell you. The smell of laundry detergent disappointed him, but he pulled his hard dick out of his boxers anyway. He stroked it a few times, letting pre-cum bubble at the tip before using it as lube. He knew your fleshy, velvety walls would feel ten times better than his rough hand. He dreamed of feeling it clenching around him as you bounced on his cock, with those red panties pulled aside. He increased the pace of his fist as he felt himself getting closer. Your tits would look so delicious as they bounced in unison with his thrusts. He quickly pulled the crotch of your panties over his tip before emptying his load into them, stifling a grunt. God, you’d look too damn sexy with his cum leaking out of your cunt. He wiped the spilled remnants of his pleasure up with the fabric before shamefully shoving it back under the pillow. 

He slept good that night. 

  Sunday rolled around again, which meant laundry day. You had collected everyone else’s laundry, aside from Daryl’s. When you knocked on his door, you got no reply, so you washed the other clothes before coming back. When you came back again, there was still no response, so you let yourself in. The room was empty -and probably was earlier too- making you feel a little silly for not letting yourself in the first time. You picked up the articles of clothing on the floor and tossed them into the basket held to your hip. As you bent down to pick a shirt off the floor, something under the man’s pillow caught your eye. With pinched fingers, you pulled out the red fabric only to find it was your favorite pair of panties that you’ve been missing all week. 

"What the..." you muttered to yourself as you examined the garment. It was balled up in the center, held together by god knows what. Upon a closer look, you realized it was dried cum. Daryl's dried cum. Which could only mean that he masturbated in your panties. Your cunt throbbed and your face went hot as you tossed the dirtied garment into the basket. Your mind was reeling. 

Did this mean Daryl liked you? 

 He'd been distant with you for months now. You had no idea why, but you knew trying to find out why would only push him away further, so you let things be. Your current relationship with him felt no deeper than that of acquaintances, which is what hurt you the most. With everything that's happened since the prison fell up until now, you didn't exactly have the time to try patch things up with Daryl. Didn't have time to ask him where you stood. Didn't have time to see if maybe he liked you, too. But maybe finding your panties stained with his cum hidden underneath his pillow was a sign?

  You decided to try something, not thinking for too long so you wouldn't get cold feet. You hastily shimmied off your shorts and slipped off your panties before putting your shorts back on. You hoped Daryl would like these. It was a simple black thong with a little red ribbon-bow on the front, just below the wasteband. The sound of the door opening downstairs sent you into a small panic. You shoved the thong underneath his pillow in replacement for the red pair and hurried out of his room.

Unluckily, you ran into him in the hallway. 

"Hi!" you awkwardly chirped out, trying not to look guilty. 

"Hey," he replied. 

It was awkward now. For the both of you for similarly different reasons. 

"I gotta—I gotta go wash these now. Uh, bye!" you maneuvered your way around him and made a beeline to the laundry room. 

 Daryl felt anxious for the rest of the day. When he saw you hurrying out if his room with a flustered look on your face. He wasn't mad at you for being in there, it wasn't uncommon for you to just go in and take the dirty clothes. But he was worried that you saw something you weren't supposed to see and be disgusted by him. 

  He was stressed. Instinctively, he reached under his pillow for your panties. Despite having come in them a couple times already, Daryl continued using them. He felt it was the closest he'd ever get to actually being with you. When he pulled out a different pair of panties, he was surprised, but didn't stop to think of the implications. He inspected the underwear. It was different from the last, but that didn't stop his cock from hardening. 

 Out of curiosity, he lifted the thong to his nose, hoping maybe these'd smell like you. He could've came right then and there. The panties smelled like everything he hoped they would. They smelled like you. He let out a groan and reached for his cock, palming himself through his boxers. Impatiently, he pulled his painfully hard dick out. With one hand holding the panties to his nose, the other stroked himself ferociously. He wanted to see your pretty lips around him, to feel your throat gagging around the length. He let out a noise between a grunt and a moan as he fantasized about you swallowing him hole. He wanted to hear the pretty noises you'd make while tears streamed down your face as you struggled to fit all of him into your mouth. He licked the crotch part of your panties, tasting your essence which only brought him closer to finishing. Like all the other times, he brought the panties down to his dick and came in them, imagining it was him coming down your throat. 

Daryl hated that he ruined another pair of your panties, but god did it feel good to have just a taste of you.

  Your suspicions were confirmed. Last night, when Daryl finally went to bed, you crept out of your room and over to his. You very sneakily cracked the door open, just enough to see Daryl pleasuring himself with your panties over his face. You didn't mean to watch for so long, but you couldn't look away. The moonlight shone through his window highlighting his muscles. The way his arms flexed with every stroke had you rubbing your thighs together. Every noise he made made you wetter and wetter, wishing that was you in there making him feel good. Once he finished, you silently closed the door and hurried back to your room. 

He wouldn't come into your panties if he didn't like you, right? 

Tomorrow, you'd bite the bullet and find out. Your relationship with the bowman had become so strained that you were willing to risk what little the two of you had just to see if there was a chance he felt the same way about you. 

 Nighttime came around again and you knew it was now or never. Those who were home were asleep, with the exception of Daryl. You knew he was awake, because you had your ear to his door, listening to the sounds of his pleasured grunts, much like you did the night before. You gently knocked on the door. 

“Daryl,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

You heard some rushed shuffling behind the door before he opened it just enough for him to peek through. 

“Wha’,” he snapped. 

“Um, can I come in? I want to talk to you about something.” 

“Righ’ now? Can’t it wait ’til mornin’?” 

“Please?” You gave him those doe eyes he’s never been able to say no to in the past. 

He sighed but reluctantly let you in before shutting the door. Once you were in his room, you realized he had nothing on, other than his boxers. The moonlight shone on his body, making him look delicious, but you needed to focus! You walked further into the room and sat on his bed. It was still warm with his body heat. A look of nervousness flashed across his face, but he quickly returned back to his usual stoic countenance. You suppressed a smirk.

“Well, what’d you wanna talk ‘bout?” He asked, growing impatient. 

You leaned all the way back onto his pillow, the pillow you suspected he was hiding your panties under. Daryl’s thumb flew to his mouth and he began nibbling on the skin beside the nail, a telltale sign that he was feeling anxious. 

“I’m missing a pair of panties,” you said smugly. 

“Wha— Wha’s tha’ gotta do with me?” He replied, stumbling over his words. You could see his skin flush under the moonlight. 

“I was wondering if you seen ‘em. They look kinda like this.” You slowly pulled up the hem of your t-shit, exposing the plush skin of your thighs, then the panties you were wearing that were almost identical to the ones you left Daryl on Sunday. Except, these ones had a white bow instead of a red one. Daryl shifted awkwardly and ran a hand over his face. 

“Godammit, woman, I dunno what ya wan’ from me.” He was really getting nervous now. 

“Cut the bullshit, Daryl.” You smirked up at him as you slowly slid your hand under his pillow. He awkwardly lunged toward you to try and stop you from finding what he was hiding, but he wasn’t fast enough. You held the cum-soaked garment up between you and him in your pinched fingers. You could tell the man was ashamed, but you couldn’t help squeezing your legs together. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed. 

“Tha’s not— It’s not wha-”

“Daryl,” your tone was firm, effectively stopping him from trying to explain himself. 

“I don’t mind you taking my panties, but if you want them, you have to take them off of me.” 

He froze, likely from not expecting that to be your reaction. 

“Wha-“

“Want ‘em or not?” You lifted your t-shirt even higher. 

Daryl apprehensively approached you almost as if he thought this was a dream and any sudden moment would snap him back into reality. His big, rough hands clasped on either side of your hips. His fingers slid under the waistband and he slowly pulled down the skimpy black garment. He was shocked to see how wet the panties were once he got them off of you. He couldn’t help but gawk at the sight between your legs.

“What goes on in your mind when you pleasure yourself with my panties every night?” You asked, both teasingly and out of genuine curiosity. 

“You— You knew?!” 

“Of course. Who’d you think left you a fresh pair on Sunday?” 

He stood there, frozen. You started to feel guilty for teasing him too much. When he still didn’t move to do anything, you started to think you misread the entire situation. Maybe it wasn’t even you he fantasized about every night as he came. Your face felt hot and your eyes burned with unshed tears, this would all be so embarrassing if he wasn’t even thinking of you in that way. With a shaky hand, you pulled your shirt down to cover yourself up. 

“Y-you don’t have to tell me anything. I probably went and got the wrong idea anyway…”  You moved to get out of his bed, but he gently pushed you back down. Your eyes snapped up to his. You saw a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before. 

“Nah. Didn’t misread nothin’,” he said as he grabbed your ankle. Your heart started beating faster, anticipating his next move. This was really happening. He put both of your legs over his shoulders as he crawled onto the bed, settling himself between your thighs, right in front of your dripping cunt. 

“You don’ got any idea what ya do to me.” He kissed your inner thigh before sucking it, making sure to leave a mark. The little sounds you made made his already hardening cock twitch. He finally gave your pussy some attention, licking up the juices of your arousal. The feeling of his tongue on you and the tickle of his facial hair made you clench around nothing. 

“Daryl, please,” you whimpered. 

“Nah, not yet. Now that I gotcha, I’ma take my time.”  You whined in response but were quickly silenced by his thumb on your clit. He rubbed slow circles, fast enough to feel good, but too slow to give you an orgasm. Before you could ask him to go faster, his tongue entered you. Reflexively, you squeezed your thighs together, trapping his head between them in the process. That didn’t stop him, though. His tongue swirled around inside of you as he increased the pace on your clit. You bit back a moan and opted for grabbing a fistful of of his hair instead. The vibrations of his groan between your legs made your toes curl. He continued to eat you out, until he couldn’t breathe anymore. He tapped your outer thigh and you quickly released him. 

“S-sorry!” You had forgotten that he needed to breathe. 

“Don’ apologize.” He put his mouth on your clit at the same time he inserted a finger inside you with ease. He sucked on your clit while his finger touched you in places your own couldn’t reach. He added another and curled them, earning a moan from you. 

“Daryl, I’m close!”  He continued his ministrations until he felt you involuntarily clench around his fingers. Your legs shook as you came around his fingers, yet he continued to pump them in and out of you. You looked down at him once you came to. He looked at home between your thighs. You smiled down at him and saw his face relax a little. He reluctantly removed himself from between your thighs and sat up before fiddling with the bottom of your t-shirt as if he were asking for permission to take it off. You nodded and sat up too, coming face to face with him. In the moonlight, you could see how dilated his pupils were. You could hardly tell that his eyes were supposed to be blue. You lifted your arms and he timidly lifted your shirt over your head before tossing it aside. He stared at you, slack jawed, enamored by the sight before him. 

“Goddamn,”  he whispered. 

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The taste of you on his tongue made your mind go numb. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers’ firm grip on your ass. Keeping the kiss in tact, he pulled you onto his lap, grinding you onto his clothed member. He grunted, much like you heard him the night before. You wished to hear him more, but knew you couldn’t risk waking the others in the house. You pulled away from the kiss. 

“Daryl, I wanna feel you,” you whined. 

“Dammit girl, be patient,” he teased. 

“I’ve already waited for like…months!” The confession made his eyes go wide, but you weren’t in the right mind to reflect on your accidental revelation. The bowman pulled his hard dick from his boxers and slid it up and down your slippery slit, coating it in your juices before lining it up with your entrance. Impatiently, you sank down on it, not realizing how big he actually was. Your pained whimper sobered him. 

“Y’alright?” He asked worriedly. 

“Yeah, just wait a ‘sec.” 

The stretch hurt so good, but you weren’t ready for him to move yet. His warm hand cupped your cheek before he swiped his thumb under your eye, wiping away a tear you didn’t know you shed. 

“Ya sure? We can stop if you wan’,” he said in a gentle voice. Your heart swelled and you struggled to hold back a grin. 

“You’re so sweet, Daryl, but I promise I’m fine.”  He placed gentle kisses on your collarbone, going further down until he was at your breasts. He took one in his mouth, nipping and sucking at the soft, supple flesh. He removed his hand from your ass to give the other one equal attention. You threw your head back and moaned in pure bliss, but his hand quickly flew to your mouth. 

“You gon’ wake up everyone in Alexandria.”  He connected your mouth to his once again while still pawing at your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You slowly lifted yourself from his cock before dropping back down again, earning a groan from him. You continued your movements, eventually finding a rhythm. 

“Yer takin’ me so good, baby.” His words had your pussy fluttering around him. Your arms unraveled from around his neck and started to slide down his back, but he abruptly pulled away from the kiss and grabbed your wrists from behind him. He pushed you back down into the mattress and held your wrists in each of his hands beside your head, now being the one on top. Despite being inside you, he suddenly couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, worry evident in your voice. 

“M’fine.” 

“A-are you sure?” 

“S’nothin’.” He snapped out of whatever it was and started thrusting into you. His sudden shift was quickly forgotten as he pounded you into the mattress. He filled you up so good that you could feel the veins on his dick licking up and down your walls. He was close, you could tell by the way he was losing his rhythm and the way his dick twitched inside you. Daryl let go of your wrists and weaved his fingers through yours, holding your hands as you both got closer to the edge. Your back arched and your pussy squeezed his cock as you came. Daryl continued fucking you until he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back any longer. He pulled out and shot his hot seed on your tits and stomach. The physical exertion exhausted you. You could barely keep your eyes open as Daryl wiped his cum off you with your discarded panties. 

 Daryl was an early riser, and that didn’t change just because he had the best sex of his life last night. You were still sound asleep. Daryl admired the way the early morning sun made your skin glow and the shadow it made your long lashes cast on your cheeks. You looked so beautiful, so at peace. He was afraid that all would change once you woke up and remembered what went down last night, despite you being the one to initiate it. He carefully untangled himself from your arms and put on a shirt before slipping back into bed. Your eyes fluttered open once he was settled. Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms back around him and nuzzled into his chest. 

“Mornin’, Sunshine,” he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. 

“Good morning,” you replied sleepily. 

He had a question that weighed on his chest since he woke up. He wanted to know what you meant when you said you’ve been waiting for months for this. He was about to ask you, but he stopped himself. You had drifted back to sleep again. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb you with his racing thoughts. He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline and let you continue to sleep on his chest. 

notes i proofread this to the best of my abilities. i hope this was good. this idea came to me in the shower a few days ago and i just had to write it heehee =p i PROMISE i will get to the requests in my inbox and for those of you reading Seclusion, I will update that soon.

thanks for reading !!! <3

[hidtired]

hi! i saw your post and i would like to suggest something sweet and fluffy. maybe a confession after years of pining on the road and alexandria fells like a fresh start to daryl and reader!

Your wish is my command!

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Unspoken Things

Description: Words never came easy to Daryl. After the loss of the prison and finding Alexandria however, he just couldn’t stop them.

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You and Daryl would hover near each other. Everyone had always just assumed that something was going on between you two. Daryl was a private guy that liked privacy. Woodbury and others that came to the prison knew as well or thought they did. Referring to them as “the hunter and his lady.” He never corrected them, and little did he know neither did you.

He knew you cared about him. You had shown him that much. Just as you had known. It was unspoken. Just like how while on the road again after the Prison and Terminus. Your place was next to him. You would walk with him in the back. Sleep next to him. Took watch with him.

You sat next to him while having to eat the dogs you found. He rubbed your back as you tried not to cry about what you were eating. You loved dogs but you simply had to eat. You had hugged him before you all were going to start walking again. You were seeking comfort. It made Daryl heart pound thinking you wanted it from him.

You would let him walk off the path to go “looking for water/food”. Not before offering to go with him. You saw he was struggling after Beth then Tyrese. Mostly Beth. He felt guilty anyone could see it. That boy has way more heart than he lets himself believe.

When it started raining stopping the long quest for water. You just lent your head back to catch it into your mouth. Then you looked to see the expression on his face. You realize while starring at him that you were fully and utterly in love with him. To the point his pain was yours. You wanted to take care of him and wash that expression from him like the rain.

He lead you all to a barn after the rain became thunder. You sat next to him by the fire but were mesmerized by the flames and drifted to sleep sitting up. What woke you was him getting up and tapping your shoulder after saying something to Rick walking off.

You were confused but followed after him. He lent back down against a wall and sat there. You flopped on your side facing him. Putting your hand on his leg looking at him worriedly. He inhaled looking down at you. He grabbed your hand off his leg and started rubbing it feeling how cold you were. You curled the other arm under your head and fully laid down.

You don’t know how long you slept a hour or two before Daryl was rushing up beside you springing you awake ready for danger. Still with sleep in your eyes you stumble moving to keep the door to the barn closed.

Morning came leaving you all exhausted from the dead and storm. Then a man named Aaron. A man you will soon attribute your thanks for safety in a community.

Alexandria unnerved you. By the looks of it everyone is a little unnerved. It’s like you walk into a TV show. After having interviews with the leader you were granted a house. Well 2 but you’re not splitting up. That first night you had showered and were laying on the floor near Daryl completely passed out.

Daryl would look from the outside the window to your sleeping form. He took pride in the fact that you felt safe enough to sleep as hard as you were. A unspoken form again of saying how much you trusted him. Unspoken he thought. That always seemed to be the case no words spoken between them about this thing about them. Just actions. But why?

The next morning everyone went exploring or to there new jobs. You stayed at the house. You were apart of the people who went on runs now. You didn’t see a need to leave the house you were tired. You sat on the porch glass of water in hand watching Daryl fiddle with his crossbow. Then for the first time. That unspoken silence was broken.

“I think ya might be the prettiest person in the world…”

You look to him with wide startled eyes trying to process if you actually heard what he just said. He thinks is all the time. Thinks a lot of things about you. This was just the first he said it out loud and well, to you. The smile that came across your face as you tilted your head toward him.

“Are you trying to butter me up Dixon?”

He only held your gaze seeming resolved. “Among other things.” You chuckled and had a warm smile and a look in your eyes. “Well it’s working.” You held your hand in front of your face to try and cover its probable redness. Sure felt like it.

Daryl looking down at the floor shyly as well. He thought a lot last night while you slept. Alexandria was either another thing to crush or enjoy. Either way it was a new start. He just didn’t think he could do it any longer without having something…. More with you.

“As far as I’m concerned Daryl.” You stood up and made your slow walk backwards into the house. “You’ve already swept me off my feet.” Daryl heart ached in his ribs. Are you saying what he thinks you’re saying? Did you just challenge him to try and come fishing for more from you? He abandoned his crossbow by the door and slowly walking into the house after you. You’re fully smiling at his entrance. That expression on his face was like nothing you’ve seen him make. Like… if you poke him a little he would spill. He also looked like when he was hunting.

He walked closer to you hesitantly putting his arms around your waist. Your heart pounding at the fact this was finally happening. He looked down at you before that sweet look became mischievous. He tightened his hold on you and swept you off your feet. Your laughter filled the room at the sudden movement. Arms flying to hold on to him. “Now that’s just cheating.” You said leaning back to look at him. He started walking over to the couch with you in his arms. “You said I already swept you off your feet. Thought I could at leas’ do it properly.”

He sat you down on the couch. You looked up to him, “Properly hmm?” He sighed and looked to your smiling face. He was nervous. “I just thought that maybe- I just care about you so damn much. Unlike I do with anyone else.” Your face changes from happiness to awe. “I want you, as mine.” He grunted in frustration at the inability to speak his feeling.

Your then awe then soon turns to shock at his words if you weren’t careful you might start crying and attack this man with all you bundled hidden affection. He still continued by dropping to his knees. In front of you to be eye level. It was now just flowing out of him with no filter and overthinking with his words. “I’m hopeless when it comes to you. I’ve never know love but know I have it for you-” You were slowly leaning toward him catching his face in your hands. He keep stammering on. “If you have’ ta break my heart, it was only ever yours to break.”

That did it. You leaned into him kissing him surprising him. Your hands going to in tangle into his hair. He sighed into the kiss bring his hand to your waist. He slowly raised himself to above you on the couch. Leg in between yours as his hand moves to grab and angle your face up more into him. You break to breath huffing out air looking up into the man that just poured his soul into your own.

You tilted your head back farther looking up at him. “I’ve always been the ‘hunters’ lady, I suppose. Always been in love with him to. He is just the kind of guy you want to grab and say..? Keep his heart safe.” Your arms come around his neck, he is looking at you like a puppy. His arms come under yours lifting you into him. He leans back with in you his arms standing. “He sounds stupid for leaving things unsaid…”

Requests are still open and waiting! Also FYI I’m heavily dyslexic so apologies for mistakes. I reread this all like crazy but still miss a lot.

[ch1l1cheesefr1es]

Jealousy, plain ol' Jealousy.

Merle dixon x FTM reader part 2

Context: you and Merle reunite, the governor assigns the two of you on a mission to find Michonne. First try you couldn't find her, so Merle told the governor, he came back seeming a bit off and you both go looking for her again, he tells you whats wrong and you put matters in your hands ;)

Warnings: +18, nudity, hard sex,age gap, flirting, violence, slurs (f!ggot, Tranny, etc. This is my first time making a book like this so I hope I don't offend anyone)

Merle shoved his face into your pussy, tasting you're juices. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he continued "Nothing you need to worry about boy... Just relaxing you for what's to come." he licked a path from your pussy to your hole, teasing you with his tongue, you bit your lip and looked back. He flipped you and laid you down on you're back, he spreaded your legs and looked down at you, practically drooling. He started eating you out, biting, sucking and licking you. You bit you're lip as you saw his nose getting smothered as he ate you out, once it became to much for you, you tried pulling him away, only for him to continue and lick your juices. You moaned and kept trying but ended up running your fingers through his hair, finally he pulled away panting "that was my best meal yet Fruitcake" he said as he wiped his mouth with his arm. You saw that he was still wearing clothes "hey...that aint fair." you said, he looked at you confused "you're still wearing clothes." he then realized he was, he grinned and slowly took off his wifebeater, revealing his toned chest. He took off his boxers and pants, revealing his hard throbbing dick, aching to be inside you. You blushed and felt anxious, he was...big, very big than you expected it to be. Merle pushed you down against the seat and opened your legs, he smirked and began to rock his hips against yours, his erection sliding effortlessly against your wet folds. Teasing you as his cock rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves "...what should i fuck?" he asked himself, you could only buck your hips against his. whimpering and whining for more "such a naughty boy aren't ya?" he whispered in you're ear, finally he slowly slid inside you.

You moaned loudly but Merle covered you're mouth "shhh...sorry baby, as much as I want to hear those Beautiful sounds we cant let them brainless assholes hear us can we?" he placed your leg up on his shoulder after letting go of you're mouth, but placed his hand back on you're mouth. He thrusted upward, little wet sounds of skin slapping against skin could be heard in the car. you're eyes rolled back and muffled moans came out of you as Merle fucked you deliciously "Mmhh sweetheart...look at you...and here I thought you hated my guts, but now you can't seem to get enough of me.." he did one big hard thrust that made you see the stars. You bit the skin of his hand gently as tears of pleasure streamed down you're face, you felt yourself getting close to you're peak, and even merle could sense it "Merle....oh fuck...i-im gonna-"

"cum for me boy, tell you want me to cum inside you."

finally with one hard thrust you both came at the same time, his breathing slowed down as hr slid out of you and he kissed your cheek, and licked it aswell "Merle!" you said laughing "what sweetheart?" he smirked "I think we should go back to woodbury" Merle looked at you "nah, i think i'll lay ontop of you." he said smiling, feeling his body heat press against yours, you tried pushing him off but failed, it felt comforting to have him ontop of you, you started to bury your face against his warm soft neck, smelling his scent and getting tired "Merle.." you mumbled "yeah boy?" he asked

"I love you."

You told him, he was quiet for a few seconds Before saying

"You dont know what you're getting yourself into Y/N, but I wont stop you."

[shok-oy]

november. 06, 2024

minors dni [smut]. daryl dixon x male reader

✒️ ... watchtower

a prison wasn't exactly what one would consider a home, but in a world where the dead eat the living, it was its own paradise. y/n was one of the people rick grimes brought into the prison from woodbury, he was one of the governor's soldiers, but he had adamantly refused to take part in the slaughter that the governor was planning, so he stayed behind in woodbury to protect those who were unable to fight. y/n became one of the prison's council members. rick and his peers thought it would be good for the people of woodbury to have a representative speak up for them in the council.

he was doing good work, but daryl, who was naturally distrustful of new people and wary around big crowds, didn't seem to like y/n all that much. he never cared enough to answer y/n properly, always grunting and huffing, he wouldn't face him, and when they were on a council meeting, he would catch daryl side-eyeing him from his seat.

finally, he had enough. he wanted what's best for him and the people of woodbury he hoped the two groups would adapt to each other better, but daryl seems to have other plans.

"daryl, do you not like having us around?" y/n asks daryl as they were together on watch one cold evening. "me and the people from woodbury, i mean."

"s'all right." daryl grunted, rolling his shoulder. "more people builds civilization."

the way daryl grunted as he rolls his shoulder in discomfort made y/n think; was his shoulder in pain? woodbury had a decent doctor, and he was brought to the prison as well. daryl could go to him if he needed help.

"is your shoulder alright?" y/n asks.

"m'fine." daryl huffed, making y/n chuckle.

"sure you are." y/n shook his head. "if you don't wanna see the doc, its fine, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to fix that up."

daryl doesn't say anything and y/n thinks he was too proud to admit he needed help. y/n chuckled.

"hey, uh... i used to be a licensed physiotherapist, so i could help you out if you want?" y/n offers kindly, trying to benice to the gruff man.

the bowman looks him up and down through his oily hair. he doesn't find a trace of malice in y/n's eyes when he briefly caught sight of him. he grunted, turning around and facing away from y/n. he sighed, thinking daryl had rejected his kind offer, but daryl looks at him over his shoulder.

"what're you waitin' around for?" daryl motions to his shoulder.

y/n was surprised, but incredibly pleased. he smiles before putting his trained fingers on daryl's shoulder; he immediately feels his hard muscles, and he could practically feel the tension in his own muscles. he began to press lightly, being gentle with his touches. daryl grunted a little as y/n massaged his aching shoulder. after a few circular motions on his shoulders using his fingers, daryl could sense y/n taking a deep breath.

in one single motion, y/n popped bck daryl's shoulder into place. surprised, daryl whipped around and grabbed y/n's wrist, not noticing how he was using his previously sore shoulder, which wasn't sore anymore, surprisingly. y/n stared at him, waiting in anticipation of what daryl was about to do.

"where'd you learn to do that?" daryl grunts.

"like i said; i was a licensed physiotherapist." y/n answers quietly.

to his surprise, daryl leans over him, their foreheads practically touching as daryl stares him down as if he were asserting his dominance. y/n felt small under daryl's gaze; he slowly got on his knees, maintaining eye contact with daryl, fearing that if he looked away right now, daryl would be gone. daryl watches him closely, but he doesn't make a move away or anything. y/n palms the growing tent in between the man's pants, and he subconsciously licks his lips.

"i could also... help you with other problems?" y/n offers with a smirk. daryl doesn't move or say anything, leading y/n to believe daryl was letting him have his way.

he slowly unzips the man's pants; daryl cocks his head to the side, still keeping his eyes trained on y/n. he pulls down daryl's pants and underwear, freeing the man's half-hard cock. it gently pressed aginst his lips, as if it was trying to invite itself inside. y/n smirks, wrapping his hand around it, he moves his hand up and down, feeling the thick and bulging veins on the sides of daryl's cock.

daryl doesn't say anything. y/n's eyes flutter shut and he opens his mouth, immediately engulfing daryl's cock with his plump lips until his nose was buried deep in daryl's pubes.

daryl's musty scent invades his notrils, and as daryl's cock prodded the back of his throat, he could barely breathe. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and daryl's fingers run through y/n's hair as he sucks in a breath. he withdraws his hips as his fingers tighten their grip on y/n's h/c hair. y/n squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself as daryl thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock in y/n's mouth. he was careful not to let his teeth graze the man's cock. his tongue dragged all over daryl's dick, lathering him up with saliva before daryl withdraws his cock again before thrusting in.

daryl bit his lip as he builds a steady pace. his hips continued moving as y/n could do nothing but accept him. as daryl mercilessly abuses his mouth, his hands undid his own zipper and he brought out his rock-hard cock, leaking pre-cum at the tip. a moan struggles to escape him as he pumps his hand up and down his cock, smearing precum all over his hands and himself.

tears threatened to escape y/n's eyes. his throat felt like it was being violated with every thrust of daryl's hips. his now, rock-hard cock could reach the very back of y/n's throat with ease.

"fffucck...." daryl groaned lowly. he looks down, seeing the utterly fucked out look on y/n's face. he smirks as he sees the man beneath him, pleasuring himself. with one hand on his cock, viciously pumping up and down, trying to match daryl's pace so they could cum together, while his other hand was thrusting three fingers into his hole, and he imagined it was daryl's cock instead, messing up his insides.

"damn," daryl smirked, his pace growing quicker as he could feel his release incoming. "you like that, huh? like bein' used like a fuckin' doll cuz 'its what you are."

y/n barely registers the words daryl said, he could only nod his head as best as he could as his mouth continued to pour choked and strangled moans.

" fuck!" daryl cusses, feeling his release being built up to the edge. "yer gonna take it all, huh... won't'cha, dollface?" daryl continues his merciless pace, ignoring how pretty tears fell from y/n's eyes as he could practically feel the air being punched out of him.

daryl groaned, tugging on y/n's hair and burying himself deep into his throat. his cock spurted out strings of cum down his throat before he thrusts in and out again, riding out his high. y/n's hand released his hold hold on his cock as it continuously spurted out strings of hot cum, spilling onto the floor.

when daryl was finally spent, he finally removed his cock from y/n's mouth. with one hand, he holds his jaw, tilting it upwards so he could look up at him. he gulped down what was left of his cum on his mouth before opening wide, showing daryl that he had swallowed it all.

"heh," daryl chuckled. "good job, dollface."

~ shokoy ☆

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [37] BACK

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The group is changed. The prison is changed. However, the world is still the same.

Warnings: language, death

Song:

Words: 3,271

Everything had changed in the past six months.

The prison became a different version of the farm they lost in the past. They had their own vegetables and animals, thanks to people from the Woodbury the place became like a happy land. Everyone had their own tasks and chores, and everyone worked in a perfect harmony. Their group wasn't afraid of others anymore, which brought a breath of fresh air to their lives.

People also changed.

Rick came back to his senses. He was the one Rick she met in the quarry and she would dare to say that he was even better. He started smiling more, cracking jokes here and there, which confused Charlie at first. She always saw him as a leader, strong personality, but under this tough act was hiding a goofy. He seemed to enjoy his new role so she started calling him Farmer Rick.

Carl also became calmer. In the Woodbury were people around his age, so he wasn't stuck with adults all the time, which clearly did good to him. He found a new passion and it was reading comics - he was doing it all the time no matter what time it was. Michonne was finding them every time she was gone, so he could later tell Charlie everything. He finally got to experience the childhood again with no running, deaths, and guns - as the council (Hershel, Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, Daryl, Carol, and Charlie) decided that it would be the best for everyone to keep guns around just in case, but use it outside of the fences.

Charlie felt finally at peace. Demons of the past seemed to go away and leave her be. She was trying to create a new life, under new circumstances.

"Hi, Charlie," she turned around as she heard the male voice.

Daryl....

If anything could change more it was Daryl Dixon. He has become a member of the Prison Council, being responsible for the prison administration as he was one of the key members of the group. He was becoming less aggressive and deeply liking the attention he was receiving from the newcomers. As to the relations with Charlie he was very careful and after those six months he still wasn't sure if he could treat her like before. The closest they got to each other was back in the Woodbury when he was trying to comfort her. Being so distant and sharing just business conversations before going on the runs - which didn't happen often, was the only factor stopping them from truly enjoying the peace of the prison.

"Hi," she gave him a tight smile, like many she gave him recently.

"We brought you some food, sweet thing," Carol smiled and gave her a bowl.

"Thanks," she smiled but placed it away, feeling too troubled to eat.

"How's it going?" Daryl asked.

"Not good," she shook her head. "We had a pretty big buildup overnight. Dozens more towards tower three," she reported. "It's getting as bad as last month. Or even worse...They don't spread out anymore."

"With more of us here, we're drawing more of them out," Daryl commented. "You get enough of those damn fence-clingers, they start to herd up."

"So we get ahead of it, not for long," Carol sighed and then she looked at Daryl. "Sorry, Pookie."

He scoffed and pushed Carol lightly before walking away. Charlie followed him until he disappeared completely and turned to the woman who was smiling like a cheshire cat. "Can you really take over my chores?" she asked.

"Yeah. I got Patrick to change me in the kitchen," she smiled. "Don't worry and go."

He was so close to her yet so far away - that's how she felt during all of their supplies runs. They weren't too frequent. Reed wasn't a part of the Supply Group, she felt comfortable as the protector of the prison - mostly sitting on the watch tower or killing the build ups of Walkers. This time, however, the supply run was supposed to be big one. Big Spot was a store located not so far away from the prison. There were rumors that it was used by the military as a base. The group took boombox and used the music to lure the Walkers out, preparing the store for a later sweep. Charlie was in, the moment she heard about it and she moved everything aside to be a part of this.

"It's like a damn romance novel," Daryl commented as they passed Beth and her boyfriend, exchanging what seemed like a goodbye.

"I think it's sweet," Charlie said as she passed him with a basket. He just hummed not convinced in an answer.

"Let me earn my keep," said Bob once Charlie placed her things in the car. She looked from behind the car so she could hear the conversation better, before approaching them.

"You were out on your own when Daryl found you," Sasha answered. "I just want to make sure you know how to play on a team."

"We ain't gonna do it unless it's easy," Daryl said passing Charlie.

"He was a medic in the Army," added Glenn. Charlie turned her head in his direction and looked at the man. His name was Bob and he was found not that long time ago by Glenn and Daryl - with the second not being so sure about him.

"Let's give him a chance," she interrupted.

"Are you sure?" Sasha furrowed her eyebrows. "There's no room for mistakes."

"I know," Charlie nodded. "Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves, right?"

"You a hell of a tough sell. You know that?" Bob smiled at Sasha and gave Charlie a small wink.

"Okay," Sasha gave up after a short while and entered a car. "But if something goes wrong..."

Charlie patted Bob in the arm and walked to her car. Once she was at the driver door she reached for the handle at the same time Glenn did. She looked at him and he shook his head. "No."

"Yes."

"I'm not going if you're driving."

"Then stay, I don't care," she answered and pulled the doors, but at the same time Glenn pushed it close. Charlie sighed, closing her eyes. "Dude, just go over there."

"Dude, you almost killed me once," he said remembering the time she was driving him to the farm.

"Don't be so dramatic! You're the man and it was just a dirt road!" she argued. "Now we will go on an asphalt!"

"With Walkers wandering on the sidelines!" he yelled. "Zac! Do you want to die today?" Glenn asked the boy that was standing offside.

"Not really," he smiled.

"And you will if we let Glenn drive," Charlie said.

"Charlie..."

"Glenn..."

"Charlie..."

She gasped and looked past him with wide eyes. The young man looked in that direction and that's when Charlie used the chance and sat inside of the car. "Every damn time."

He sighed and pointed at Zac. "Better buckle up, man. She found a license on the street."

Charlie honked at him, sticking her head out of the window. "I heard that!"

The car stopped as the bike Daryl was riding on stopped. Dixon was reporting Rick on what's the plan and where they were going. She saw Michonne with disappointed face, shaking her head as a sign her mission once again ended with no results. The official story she was telling when someone was asking where she was going was the scouting mission. However, everyone knew it was a lie. She was searching state, towns, woods to find the man who got away and was still threatening the group."Charlie!" Michonne called her name and raised a hand.

"You're back!" Charlie smiled, sticking her head out of the window.

"I am and you're gone," she smiled at her.

"Hey!" Carl called as he saw her in the car with Glenn and approached the car quickly. "You going?"

"Is that a problem, dad?" she smiled.

"You didn't say anything."

"Chill," she answered. "Do your chores. Go read your comics or a book. Patrick will be bored, too. Or go to the story time."

"That's for kids, Charlie," he rolled his eyes.

"Oh? Forgot that you're the man," she smiled. "We have to go now. See you later, little man."

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?

f you can, baby boy, then we can go all night

'Cause I'm zero to sixty in 3.5

Baby, you got the keys

Now shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive,-

"You're going to bring all the Walkers back there," Glenn said and turned the radio off.

"The mood killer's in the house," Charlie rolled her eyes. Her body was still moving to the music she had in her head as the tune was really catchy. "Shame she's eaten. Maybe she's walking as a Walker now," she looked at Glenn who smirked.

"Good girl gone dead," he joked and Charlie gasped in shock that he secretly loved the singer.

When she finally pulled over and stopped the car the reality hit her and seeing the vehicles with "USMC" - United States Marine Corps, sign on them, triggered her. She stepped her foot behind the cut fence and looked around on the tents and cars. There were still American flags here and there and the whole base looked untouched. Some corpses were left on the ground, due to the sun they would soon melt with the pavement.

Did her brothers suffered like that? That became the only question she had while walking through the base.

"Okay, I think I got it," said Zach, which brought Charlie's attention. She thought that he found something useful or rare.

"Got what?" Michonne furrowed her eyebrows when she saw he was just sitting down, probably expecting the same thing as Charlie.

"I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn," he answered.

Charlie soffed. There was no way that Zac would guess that in such a short time. She was trying to guess from the first week she met him."How long it has been? Six weeks?"

"Yeah, I'm pacing myself," Zac nodded and then looked at Daryl. "One shot a day."

"All right, shoot."

"Well, the way you're at the prison, you being on the council, you're able to track, you're helping people, but you're still being kind of..."

"An asshole?" Charlie asked earning a death stare from the hunter.

"Surly," Zac corrected her. "Big swing here...Homicide cop."

Michonne laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" Daryl asked. "Hmm?"

"It makes lerfect sense," Michone said.

"The man's right," the hunter nodded. "Undercover. I don't like talking about it. It was a lot of heavy shit, you know?" Charlie smiled under her nose, knowing that Daryl was messing with a boy. She liked this version of Dixon, though - relaxed and chill. He smirked as he saw her smiling and looking away.

"Dude, really?"

Daryl threw him a stare and Zac nodded his head, clearing his throat. "Okay. I'll just keep trying, I guess."

"Yeah, you keep doing that."

Loud thud.

"Come on, Detectives," Charlie commanded as he saw a Walker on the other side of the glass behind Daryl and the two men raised immediately to their feet.

"Let's do it."

"All right, we go in, stay in formation for the sweep," called Sasha as the corpses of the Walkers were being dragged out of the store. "After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for. Any questions?"

For everyone the plan was pretty clear - entering, looking around, taking products that were crucial and going out. They were supposed to work fast as it wasn't sure if the place was really safe. At the end, it was a supply run, not a Sunday shopping.

"Bob, you coming?" Charlie asked the man that wanted to go with them so badly. He shook his head as if shaking something off his head and turned to face her with a pale smile. Charlie tilted her head and saw the body cut half.

The shop remained untouched which was strange. The military base and the whole accommodation overall was pretty eye catching, so if there was any other group it had to see it. Charlie was placing her feet carefully and as quiet as possible to avoid making unnecessary noise as they couldn't be sure if there wasn't more Walkers.

She was responsible to find small gardening stuff like: gloves, shears, seeds, maybe even some pots, but also stuff that would be useful not only in the garden: all sharp tools, fishing lines, nails, lines, and whatever else she could find.

While looking for the right alley she bumped on her friend, who was standing like a rock."What are you looking at?" Charlie asked as she approached Glenn.

"Nothing," he shook his head and walked away from the spot they were standing. She looked at whatever he was looking before but didn't gave it much thought. Walking away she saw a shelf with Big Cats - Carl's favorites, so she took a bunch and stuffed it in her pockets.

The sound of shattered glass followed by a loud thud stopped her from walking in the right direction.

"What happened?" asked Charlie as she arrived at the place of the incident.

"I was moving fast, man," Bob joked trying to loosen the atmosphere, while being stuck under the shelf with alcohol bottles. "I drove right into the drinks."

"Man, you lucked out," Tyreese said while trying to push the furniture off the man. "If this thing had come down on you the wrong way..." In that moment the roof broke and a Walker fell inside, stopping on whatever it was, dangling from it.

"We should probably go now," Glenn said, looking at it.

"Bob's still stuck!" Charlie called and immediately Daryl was right next to her.

"Let's get him out of there then."

Michonne nodded and looked at Charlie. "We'll get the others."

That's when the roof started breaking in other parts and more Walkers started falling into the store - this time however they weren't stuck, they were hungy and capable of moving, so they did. Charlie tried to run from the dead that already were inside, but still was careful of the breaking roof. In one of the allies she found Glenn on the ground, fighting with a Walker who was millimeters from biting his leg. Charlie saw how he's reaching for a gun and quickly shooting the thing in head, but out of nowhere a second Walker attacked him, so she was acting fast - with a swing motion she killed it with her axe. "Let's go!"

Asian man nodded his head and got up quickly from the floor, running right next to her. They were passing dead bodies - smashed heads with insides completely out. At the end of the alley they saw Daryl who was standing on couple of boxes, shooting Walkers and causing them to fall like dead flies.

"Helicopter!" Glenn screamed. "Daryl, go!"

"Let's get Bob!" Zach yelled as he appeared next to them, reminding them that the man was still stuck under the shelf.

Charlie with a disgusted face dragged the body by its legs and Daryl stomped on its head, smashing it completely. Zach raised the furniture and Dixon helped Bob to escape from under it - probably the last moment before the roof at that place completely disappeared. "Come on, Zach!" she called but instead of his steps she heard the scream.

"Zack!" Glenn screamed as everyone was just standing and observing him replacing Bob. There was no way to help the boy as the dead body was climbing on top of him and biting him on the neck.

She was taken over by panic and uncontrollable fear. It was so long since she saw a picture like that, dead bodies and blood everywhere. It was too late to help him and the only way was to safe her own life by running, but her muscles stopped listening. She was stuck and then she was dragged by someone.

"You good?" Glenn asked once they all were safe near their vehicles. She nodded and he gently patted her back.

"Have you lost your mind?!" Daryl screamed at her. "What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking of..."

"Of yourself!" he yelled.

"What I was supposed to do?!"

"You had this!" he took her little axe and then threw it with anger on the ground. "Why you stood there like an idiot?!"

"Hey!" Glenn walked towards them and stood between, placing his hands on Daryl's chest. "Let's calm down."

"You are banned!" Dixon yelled anyway. "You hear me? I will never allow your presence on the run ever again, if you have no basic survival senses! You want to solve your personal shit? Cool. But not on the run! You come here to help!"

He read her like an opened book. She didn't agree to go on that run because she was interested in the supplies. Charlie agreed on going on that run as soon as she found out there was the Army Camp on the parking lot of the Big Spot. There was an idea, that maybe one of her brother was there - they were in the Army for goodness sake. If she found them there, even just their personal belongings, she would peacefully move her life.

When she got back to her cell, she covered the doors and laid down. Charlie knew she couldn't change her past, what she did to that people she lied, was already done. However, she couldn't swallow not knowing if her family, her own flesh and blood, was dead or alive. There were days when she didn't have time to think about them that much, but since the prison became a place of happiness and there was no psycho wanting to kill them, she had more time to devote every minute to them.

And Daryl knew that. He knew the feeling of not knowing, and he knew the feeling of disappointment.  He regretted yelling at Charlie the moment she walked away and with a force shut the car's doors. And with all honesty he didn't know why he was mad at her.

That's why he acted on his feelings and carefully placed the cloth away. "Hey," Daryl stood at the entrance of the cell. Charlie looked at him without a word. "I'm sorry for what I said back there. I was just scared."

"The great Daryl Dixon scared?"

"Not so great, right?" he scoffed.

"I was scared, too," Charlie said. "I wasn't outside for a long time. I haven't seen a Walker in a wild for a while, so...when I saw it on Zack today..."

"I know," he nodded.

"Also, you were right," she said. "I did went with you thinking of myself," Charlie explained. "I just wanted to make sure."

"Mhm," he nodded. He stepped further into the cell and placed a heavy and cold thing on her laps. It was a bow that he found on one of the runs. It was much better than the one he made for her at the farm, stronger.

"Oh, God," she gasped and looked up. "Where did you found this?"

"At some house," he shrugged. "Took it off the wall for you."

"It's beautiful."

Daryl's cheeks probably turned pink from the way she smiled at him, as it was the most genuine smile she gave him in months. Her eyes were shining bright while looking at him, and he couldn't look at her for too long.

His Charlie was back.

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[ofauroradreams]

I'm only on S6 atm and I'm slowly figuring out the details as I watch the show but this is a rough overview of Liana's existence in TWD so far:

timeline

not too sure on the first year or so of the apocalypse. definitely passed thru Washington near the beginning of the outbreak; possibly where Adam died. possibly lived on a farm for a while, until it was necessary to move. I kinda like the vagueness of it all.

first encounters Rick's group during the prison era. probably crosses paths with Daryl in the surrounding woods, hunting for food. she has a camp near the prison but doesn't really say where. she offers her aid to the group, scavenging for supplies and stuff; but never actually joins the group.

scoped out Woodbury from a distance but didn't get too close: the cognitive dissonance between the white picket fence community and the hellscape of the apocalypse freaks her out. also thinks it's ripe for a mob mentality.

she's out on a hunt when the Governor attacks the second time. she returns to a burning and infested prison; assumes everyone died in the attack and decides to just move on. everything ends in the end, after all.

she's restless. got attached to knowing people again. so when she sees the signs to Terminus, she decides to follow it. she gets there after everyone else has already been captured, and helps Carol set up the distraction to free her people. has a bingo card for the types of communities she encounters; marks off cannibalistic.

it's at this point she asks to join the group for good, having decided to claim them as 'her own'. maybe not everything ends in the end.

couldn't eat the dog (never eats dogmeat. not even in Fallout tbh).

does not trust Alexandria at first. stays behind during the quarry plan and the first trip to Hilltop bc she wants to protect her people who also stay behind; she doesn't trust the community to keep them safe. so she was present during the Wolves attack and also the horde.

gets stuck on the roof of one of the houses during the horde attack.

does go to help clear the Saviour camp: it's the first time she strikes pre-emptively against a threat, instead of reacting to it. makes her peace with it, particularly when she realizes how dangerous they are.

headcanons

is always wearing a high school letterman jacket with the name Travers and the number 19 on the back. it's old and worn and covered in blood but she will never wash it. it belonged to Adam and he died in it; she's been wearing it ever since. under the walker and human blood stains is the blood of her friends and family and her brother. it's all she has left of them.

Adam died first; killed by people (fighting over supplies maybe?). her failure to protect him is probably what triggered her rage, the one that helps her survive, and protect her own by killing others. walkers are easy; but people weigh on her. the rage makes it less of a burden.

burned down a settlement that housed a cult. they kidnapped her best friend and planned to sacrifice her to try and repel the undead. Liana got there too late to save her, so she burned it to the ground.

lost her other best friend to a horde. they were trying to climb up and over a wall and he got caught by the walkers. she couldn't hold on; it haunts her dreams.

still working out the details of some of the others. I think... maybe Leo died trying to save Mikey, and Donnie let himself get taken by walkers after April died. Raph, idk yet, maybe he died to people as well. Casey survived the longest. Liana had to put them all down in the end. she never buried any of the bodies; she thinks about it every time the group buries on of their own.

may or may not have gotten captured and forced to fight in a fight ring for entertainment for a little while; probably burned that place down too. she has a thing about fire.

used an emergency flair to lead a walker horde away from her own at least once, Jurassic Park-style.

does not trust Morgan for a long time, bc she doesn't think he's capable of protecting the community. if the difference between someone living or dying is Morgan taking a life, she doesn't trust him to make that call.

does not trust most settlements; she's seen too many go bad.

[domripley]

The Governor NSFW Alphabet

pairing: the governor x m!reader

warnings: nsfw

a/n: wrote this awhile ago. this is a repost.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Philip is surprisingly good at aftercare, especially with all things considered. He’ll carry you to the bath he’d set up for you as you’re resting. He’ll also give you a massage if you want one, and he will always make sure you know that you’re his good boy. Philip also makes sure you’ve drank plenty of water, especially the sex was on the rougher side.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arms. He loves being able to hold you against him - whether he’s fucking you or cuddling with you.

On you, Philip loves your neck. He loves biting your neck any chance he gets. He does it so everyone knows that you’re his, and only his. He also loves to choke you while he fucks you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Philip loves to come in your ass, but will come in your mouth if you’re just just sucking him off. If he came in your ass, he’ll pull out and eat it out of you while giving you a handjob. He will also eat your come if you come on his hands.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Philip’s into cuckolding, and he’ll often fantasize about fucking you while he ties someone up and makes them watch. Oftentimes, he comes faster when he thinks about this.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before the outbreak, Philip was still mourning the loss of his wife, so he had little to none experience. However, when you arrived at Woodbury, and the two of you began your relationship, he learned things quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Philip has a few favorite positions. He loves fucking you in missionary - he’s able to jerk your cock off easier than most positions. He also enjoys fucking you from behind, being able to pull you up against his chest by your hair.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s usually very serious when it comes to sex, but there’s a few times where he’s stopped mid-thrust to burst out laughing. You once fell off the bed, and as soon as he knew you were okay, the two of you couldn’t stop laughing. But most of the time he never jokes around until both of you are all cleaned up and ready for bed.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Philip doesn’t mind hair on his sub or boyfriend, in fact he actually loves hair. But for himself, he prefers to be clean shaved.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s shockingly a big romantic in (and out) of the bedroom. On anniversaries and your birthday, he’ll cook you an amazing dinner and when the two of you go to the bedroom, he makes the night all about you and your pleasure.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When Philip has some time alone and you’re off on a supply run, he’ll think of you while he jerks off. He thinks about some of the stuff you’ve done together. It takes him longer to get off when he’s using his own hand than it would if you were there with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Philip has many kinks, but his main ones are: Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Breeding Kink, Cuckolding, and Come-Eating. He also loves being called both “Daddy” and “Sir”.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually Philip only keeps it in the bedroom, especially since he doesn’t like the idea of being caught. To him, getting caught wouldn’t be a good look, he’s got a reputation to hold for his people in Woodbury.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Philip’s motivation is simple: You. He loves making you feel good, so any chance he gets when you’re up for it, he takes it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything that you’re not comfortable with, even if it’s one of his favorite kinks. You feeling safe and comfortable with him is more important to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Philip prefers receiving, but will return the favor after he’s fucked you. He loves being able to make you come in his mouth, and when he’s sucking your cock, he loves being able to swallow your come.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with Philip is almost always fast and rough, especially since he loves hearing all of the noises you make. Even though most of the time it’s at a rough pace, he can also be slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Being the governor of Woodbury, Philip sometimes doesn’t have the time for hours of sex. So quickies are a must. He loves fucking you in between his meetings and right after supply runs the most. At night is usually when he has more time, but sometimes the two of you aren’t patient.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Philip loves to experiment in the bedroom with you. He once let you top him to see if he’d enjoy it - however, he soon realized that he wasn’t into it. If there’s anything you’d want to try with him, he would be up got it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Philip can usually go two to four rounds before getting tired. It mostly depends on what he’s done throughout the day. On days he does supply runs, he has you ride him so he doesn’t do any of the work.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own a lot of toys, but the ones he does own he uses them on you almost every day. His favorite toys he owns would have to be his biggest butt plug and his cockring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Philip loves to tease you, but gives in once you start begging him. He can’t resist when you whimper, so his teasing ends very quickly to give you what you need.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Philip is quiet when he fucks you, but when you’re sucking his cock, he lets out soft moans. You always try your best to get him to be louder, and occasionally you succeed in doing so.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One time Philip brought you into his office, but since he was pressed on time you ended up underneath his desk. Merle had shown up to talk business with him while you began to give him a handjob. Thankfully, Merle never caught on to what you were doing, and you were both so relieved he didn’t.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Philip’s got an average sized cock, but he is thicker than average, He’s also cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is higher than most in this time, and it has something to do with Woodbury being safer than the outside world. This gives him the opportunity to act on his desires with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Philip usually falls asleep quickly once he knows that you’re okay and he’s taken care of you.

[onlyheretoread2]

Lovin' my storm part 10

We had lived at the prison for 5 months now and JAXON was 14 months old at this point. Me and Daryl usually stayed in our tower as we didn't give the others time of day. Daryl hunted and I hung out with carol and Sofia mostly.

"hey beautiful" my husband said wrapping his arms around me. He knew I hated when he touched me bloody so I loved how he looked like he just showered.

"hey " I said as I trained my neck to kiss him.

"what's up baby brother!" Merle said as he came down.

Glen and Maggie scurried away and I couldn't care less. Daryl has been trying to find us somewhere to go and the plan is for us ,merle ,and carol with Sofia and Jaxon to skip town when we figure out where to go.

"I'm goin back out later " Daryl whispered to me.

"u just got back" I said as I turned to him .

"it's just 2 days"

"2 days!?" I whisper yelled

"I barely see u as is" I said walking away to the tower. Daryl followed me and we needed to talk.

"I know u hate it here but it's walls. It's safe" he said

"u honestly believe that? Those Woodbury woman are all over u 24/7 ,ur always doing chores and whenever I try to talk u stomp off or say well talk later but later never comes . By the time u come to bed ur exhausted and then u leave" I said as I looked at the ground

"well what do ya want me to do? Huh? I'm trying I can't sit around all day ! U know that!" He yelled making me flinch

He noticed and tried to touch me but I jerked away. "This place is ripping us apart and u don't see it. I don't trust them and u don't care" I said trying to walk past him

"I care about everyone in our family u Jax merle carol and Sofia." He said

"then stay with us more than 5;minutes" I said

"we need to eat and all we do is fight is were up here Ill see u in 2 days damn" he said stomping away

"Daryl"! I hollered he turned "don't do that"

"don't do what? Huh? U obviously ain't happy hell all u do anymore is bitch if I'm not up ya ass. Hell u think I like having to do everything? No I wanna be with jaxon but I gotta do my part! Now if u don't mind I'ma say bye to our boy and go hunting" he snapped at me

"ur always angry now unless I'll laying on my back" I said slamming the door

I heard boots run up and the door open and slam. I sank to my but and held my hands in my knees I hung my head

"that what u really think? That all I want is sex? " He yelled

"stop yelling" I said not looking at him

"then tell me y ur so bitchy all the fuckin time . " He said I don't like the look on his face at all

"Daryl calm down like u said we gotta eat and clearly it the only one here who can handle the woods so go" I said "I just miss my husband " I whispere

"and I miss my wife. The one who could handle herself . The one who loved me and excepted me didn't sit there and whine when I try to provide! I'm sorry I'm not good at this shit u knew that when u married me! Hell the way u are now I wish I hadn't!" He screamed

My heart shattered 'he wished he never married me?'

"look were together and Jaxon needs us both I love u but I'm tired of the bitchin " he said

Lately it's like if I express and feeling other that lust he is always to busy . I miss the man who was protective of me.

I simply layed on the mattress and faced away from him. I didn't speak and strangely I felt numb.

"what u gunna cry now"? He snapped

I shook my head and got up. I walked out of the tower and past merle and carol. They eyed me weirdly but kept playing with jaxon.

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Daryl pov

I know I was harsh on storm but I'm tired of it. She barely talks to me and if she does she's bitchin. I'm done with that. I love her and Jaxon though. Well get thru this.

I walked down the steps and hugged my boy. I went to get my pack and storm walked out with it. "Here" she said . She had made it and I tried to kiss her but she simply walked away. I wish she would just cheer up.

I didn't wanna fight so I just turned and kissed Jax again. Merle was staying to protect them so I was ok.

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Storm pov

I can't get what Daryl said out of my head. 'the way u are now I wish I hadn't ' he screamed it at me

I took off my rings and wrapped them in a towel. I wrote on it

Sorry I ruined ur perfect life. All IV wanted for the last month was for u to hold me and be with me but the only attention I get is when I'm on my back. Ur always gone . Jax even started sayin dada but uv never heard it. I "bitch" because it's the only way I'll talk to me lately but it's ok. U said plain as day u wished u hadn't married me so we're no longer married u get ur wish.

Good bye daryl

I went out side and talked to carol when merle was gone

"hunny what happened" she asked

"apparently all I do is bitch and he wishes he never married me so I ended it" I said trying not to cry.

"o my god hunny I don't believe for a second he ment that"

"doesn't matter he still screamed it in my face even when I asked him not to yell. U wanna move us into a cell together? Us and the kids?" I asked

" he's done with me so I'm not gunna beg"

"anything for u hun" she said

I walked up and packed me and Jaxon's stuff. Daryl was barely here so he can clean his shit later. We move mine carol Sofia and Jaxon into one of the big cells in block A

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Daryl pov

I was walking when I heard a branch behind me snap. I looked to see fuckin jennifer ,the one know as hoe jenny from the Woodberry people. She looks like storm but she will never be my woman.

"the fuck u want" I asked

"heard u and storm fighting. U really laid into her" she said smugly

"whatever ur doin fuck off I'm with storm" I said as I turned

"well u could have a real woman" she yelled

"gotta real woman u go back to sucking dicks for ramen ho" I said as I sped off

I stoped a few hours later for the night and opened my bag for food. I removed my favorite can of beans and a note fell out bunched in a towel.

I picked up the note and read it. I felt sick. I had really said that to her. Storm is the only one I've wanted ever. "Fuck " I looked and her rings fell out of the towel

I really fucked up. "What did she mean the last month" I thought

I thought back and realized she was right. The last 2 months the only alone time we get is when I want sex or were fighting because she wants me to stay. I remember the look on her face when I left. Blank but her eyes gave away hurt. I hurt the only thing good to me.

I immediately packed up and headed home. I'm gunna stay unless MY family needs somethin. It's a days trip back so I'ma rush

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Storm pov

Merle walked up and looked pissed. "U just moved out the tower"? He seethed

"yea I did" I said blank merle doesn't scare me he never has

"so ur just done with him? He just providing for everyone" he said I looked him in the eye and said

"no he's doin what Rick orders and if I say something I'm a bitch or I'm bitchin at him. The only time I get my husband is when I'm on my back or were fighting and he even said tonight he wished he never married me so believe what u want. I'm done begging him to care. Whenever shit gets hard he buried himself in his head or he snaps and it won't happen again" I said as I walked past. We were out side and merle said

"he really said that"?he looked at me curiously

"yea " I said"screamed it actually after I asked him not to yell" "u know I can't stand yelling"

He nodded "I don't blame ya" he said as he surprised me by hugging me.

We separated and it was actually late. So I got Sofia and Jaxon back to the cell. They were asleep as well as carol and for the first time in 2 months I slept ok. I didn't worry if Daryl was gunna scream or just be out all night again

The next morning I woke again and the kids were asleep so I got up to go get food. When I stepped out of A I saw someone in our tower. I walked up and it was Jenifer

I started walking off but turned back. "What are u doin?" I asked sup the stairs

"fixing Daryl's room u left remember" she smirked as she spoke

"yea I did but stay out his shit ho" I said I started walking up when merle got in front of me. "Move ho"!

She scampered down the steps .

I got food and went back to the kids still snoring I left there food there and went to help in the garden.

When I got to the garden I instantly started but after an hour a familiar hand grabbed me and spun me. "Come on were gunna talk" he said he looked between hurt and pissed

"I'm good I said what I had to and u read the note I see so do what u want" I turned to the garden to see it actually done.i looked up to see carol playing with jaxon .

"storm come to the tower now" he tried to demand

"I. Not going anywhere near that tower again. " I said as I walked away. I played with Jaxon most of the day as did Daryl when I was busy . I'd make myself scarce when he was in the same room and when bed time came I got Jax and Sofia down.

Carol came 'home' as the kids called it and I went outside. I sat in the grass . I wanted dto think without being hounded.

"u moved ur shit and Jaxon?" An angry voice said behind me

"u weren't here he's asleep u can see him whenever" I said coldly I didn't wanna fight. "Just come talk to me" he demanded

I rolled my eyes and walked to the tower. We got in there And I stayed quiet.

"the hell storm?" He said he actually looked hurt

I kept my blank face and said "what do u want Daryl it clearly isn't me I'm done begging or bitchin as u call it so u get ur wish. "

"storm I didn't mean that! U know I can't control my mouth sometimes" he pleaded

"that's no excuse to put me down and scream in my face that's u wish I'd never married me. I loved u hell I still do but I'm done. U read my side now tell me what u want. " I said

"storm please " he said trying to touch me. I stepped away"Jenifer was in here earlier if check ur stuff" I said I'm just want to sleep at this point.

"I love u u can't leave" he pleaded with tears in his eyes. He looked hurt but ghell IV been hurt for a damn month I'm done.

"Daryl I'm in a cell block. U know where Jaxon is. If he matters come see him if he doesn't keep being gone 24/7" ur free now it's up to u" I said I opened the door but he slammed it shut.

"Daryl open the door now" I demanded

"ur not takin my son I ain't no weekend dad" he said sounding angry

"no it just a 5 mins here and there eone now move ur boot" I demanded but before ei could speak my face stung.

My cheek hurt and I looked to see Daryl looking at his hand like he didn't believe what just happened he back from the door once I realized and tears were in my eyes

"storm I..." He started but I flinched away

"storm" he said but I cut him off "don't u ever touch me again Daryl Dixon " I screamed as I ran out the door. I went to my cell and hid . 'he hit me' I thought all night

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Daryl pov

I'm a fuckin monster. I said as I fell to the ground . I hit the one thing that was ever good to me. The one thing that mattered . I hurt her not only mentally but now physically.

Merle busted in"what the hell is storm crying for I can here the screaming from my tower" he yelled

"I'm just like fuckin will" I said and he looked confused

I looked him in the eyes as he asked "the fuck did u do "

"I fuckin slapped her " I said he laughed man she'll survive y'all always come back . Come on let's get drunk

I nodded and walked with merle whisky was what I needed . I'm a piece of shit

After 5 hours of drinking I was hammered my vision was blurry and when I went to walk up to my tower I was grabbed and held up" u ok sugar? "

It sounded like storm and looked like her "I thought u hated me

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Jenifer pov

That bitch don't want him so I'ma get me some Dixon dick tonite. I saw him going with his brother so I figured I'd wait it out . I saw him coming back hours later. He looked drunk and everyone says I look like his wife so maybe I can trick him

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Daryl pov

"I could never hate u hunny" she said

I smiled and as we reached the top of the steps I ripped her clothes off and bent her over. I'm always horney when I'm drunk .

I shoved my dick in her and got I loved the moans. I kept going faster and faster till I exploded into her and she came all around me.

We layed down and she crashed switch me.

The next morning I get woken up to a boot to the ribs. I coughed and when I saw it was merle I said"the fuck bro? "

I layed back and saw something I regretted

STORM

CRYING

WITH A BLACK EYE

I looked down and saw that it wasn't her it was the ho

I got up quick and startled her. Storm just stood there. She staireds into the room as I approached her. I tried to touch her face but when she flinched back I saw her face. A hand print my hand print across her face and her eye. The look in her eyes was betrayal .

"storm please" she said as she simply turned around and walked away. I tried to follow but merle stoped me. "U go anywhere near her even I'll kill ya. That girl gave up her damn life for u ." He growled

"u got me fuckin drunk " I tried but he punched me

"I got u drunk to try to forget what u accidently did but not this. This was u" he said as he walked on. I sank to my nees.

Jenifer walked out and tried to put her arms around me. Carol walked by and her eyes got wide . She was holding my son who looked at me and said "dada"

"get the fuck off me whore u pretended to be storm while I was drunk fuck u" I said I ran and dressed as I raced down the steps to find storm.

I found her in her cell staring into oblivion. "U move on quick damn thought I was worth more than 6 hours " she said with no emotion

"she pretended to be u. Merle got me drunk. I....I...just fuckin kill me" I said as I broke down

"na ur not worth it" she said I watched her start folding clothes

"I found this and decided to go talk to u. " She threw out wedding picture to me. It was sus and u could see her small bump under it . I had my hand on it and we looked so happy.

She walked up and snatched it back she ripped it and handed me my half. "IV forgiving u for a lot of shit and delt with shit for so long but I can't forgive that" she said .

"I know " I said standing. My knees shook "I'll say by to Jaxon " I said

"so ur gunna abandon him now?" She snapped

"I moved here to get some space and u just made it perfectly fuckin clear ur done but now u wanna abandon a 14 month old baby? She yelled

"he is ur son I get that I'm not worth 5 minutes or even the dirt beneath ur feet but if u stop being a dad u deserve to die" she screamed

"I hit u.. I started

"I swear to God if u say I'm just like will I will take Jaxon tonight and u will never lay eyes on him again. He needs a father and I thought u were his. I was willing to forgive but damnit Daryl" she screamed

"u can live in the tower and I can live here. We can work it out. But do not abandon him" she pleaded.

"I won't " I said feeling better knowing she wasn't leaving

She turned and walked to the steps of her cell and froze.

"storm..I started

"why ?" She almost whispered

"why what" I asked I wanted so bad to hug her

"why didn't I get 5 minutes alone for over 2 fuckin months but she gets u as soon as u drink" she whimpered

"storm she pretended to be u when I couldn't see strait. U are work everything and I'm sorry ok. I found us a house . I found it a month ago but I can't find any time to sneak away to inspect it. I wanted to build it up for Jaxon. But I fucked up and lost my temper and now I've lost u"

"u said u wished dud never married me " she she wimpered

"and I wish udv shot me right then I fucking deserved it."

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Storm pov

"and I wish udv shot me then I fuckin deserved it. " I heard Daryl say I tuned to see his eyes and he had nothing but. Sadness and regret I love this man .

I walked up and I don't know what came over me but I grabbed his collar and kissed his passionately. He instantly kissed and I dragged him into the cell I pushed him onto the mattress and straddled him never breaking the kiss.

I finally came up for air and said "I can forgive but I will never forget. We talk now. No hiding shit or fighting. And when I beg for time with u omm not bitch I miss u"

I was crying and he wiped my tears. If we fight again I want u to shoot me " he said he reached in his pocket and pulled out a 9mm bullet "and use this to do it. " I looked at him and saw truth.

I kissed dhim again . He was sitting up and I had on a short dress so he slid his hands under neeth and ripped my panties .

I released his belt and freed him. I reached behind and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped his dick. He looked confused

"removing ho germs that's all. " He snorted and I sunk down onto him. "Fuuuuuckkk so tight" he said

I started bobbing and he said "nah "

He flipped me over and grabbed my legs raising them . My knees were nearly touching my boobs.

He entered me and got he's never been that deep. He started moving and I loved the pleasure cursing thru me. "O my god" I screamed

He snickered and sped up"my god Daryl" I whimpered . I felt my stomach tighten as I reached for my clit. He suddenly pulled out and dove betweeny legs . Fuck it felt amazing we've never done that and my god!

He sucked and licked as I bucked and he shot up re entering me but not letting up in his fingers. I came undone screaming his name and Daryl scream "god damn storm" and I clinched around him and he spilled into me.

We floped down and he adjusted his pants.

I burst out laughing"what the fuck is funny" he asked all seriously

"u know how Carol's basically my mom? " He nodded

"we just fucked don my mom's bed!" I laughed as did he. We were crying laughing. We got up and started to walk out as I grabbed his arm.

"she goes or we do" I said

"Jenifer goes or we do. U said u found a cabin we can go there." I said so we exited the cell after a quick kiss and found Rick.

"what the hell is going on" he asked" Jenifer just came in and said u made her sleep with u? " he accused daryl

"bullshit "we both said " she took advantage of him when he was blackout drunk after a fight." I said

Rick looked stunned we all walked in and I said in front of everyone."either Jenifer goes or we do. "

They all gasped "u can't leave and we can't kick her out" Rick said

I refused to argue" ok " I said as we walked back out

"pack our stuff we're leaving" I said looking at merle and Daryl carol walked up"hunny r u sure?"

"a whore took advantage of my husband last night and they are picking her over the man who provides food . Yeah I'm sure " she nodded and held Jaxon as we packed everything. We all loaded into the red suburban but me and Daryl rode merles motorcycle and I went to say good bye.

"were gone " I said as I poked my head into ricks cell

"gone were ?" He asked

"anywhere but here" I walked out as Rick followed and was pissed.

I simply hoped on the bike as merle drove the suburban and we flipped Rick off. Little did we know a decade later we would see some similar faces.

[justaguywhowritesstuff]

Hold On and Stay Safe ~Carl Grimes xOC~ Pt 6

While grappling with the death of his brother in the Woodbury Vs Prison war. Gavin has to learn to live his new life with the people who killed his only living family member. Even once Gavin starts to feel like he was creating a home at the prison things go awry and he's forced to flee on foot while trying to keep a promise he made before it all went to hell. As Gavin wanders the woods and fields alone, he finds his way to a new safe haven, Alexandria. Where he is taken in and cared for, and while those around him try to tell him otherwise Gavin still holds on to hope that his group is still out there. That Carl is still out there.

I do not own any of the characters or plot points that are not my own creations, all credit for those goes to the owners and writers of The Walking Dead.

The story will also have Carl and all others around his age (ie. Enid and Ron) will be aged up slightly so that by the end all "kids" will be 18-19 years old.

Full story on wattpad

After the attack I spent months on the run, I lost track of the days after 165. I spent most of my days running, hiding from other survivors, and scavenging as much as I could. My two cans didn't last me very long, I had to start resorting to eating plants I had found that Daryl taught me were safe to eat, it was mostly a lot of onion grass and dandelion roots. As time wore on I felt myself growing more skeptical of the people who had lasted this long out in the world. Most groups I saw living out, never staying in one place trying to settle were dangerous. That's how I started to see all people, not as people, as danger. Luckily over time, I learned how to hide well and move silently. I witnessed so many evil deeds, but I knew if I were to step in, I would also only be subject to those deeds. Most of the time I would just close my eyes, and try to imagine what my life would be like if it wasn't the apocalypse, if I was living with my mom and brother, met and became friends with Carl and Patrick at school, babysat Mika and Lizzy. Once I reached the end of the day in my daydreams the screams of whatever act I was near would stop and the people who committed them would normally have left. By the time I turned 16 I had been out in the woods, on my own for so long I could tell the difference between a walkers feet, a deer's hooves, and a danger just by the crunch of the leaves. I also learned how to move from tree to tree without ever putting my feet on the ground. The fact that I had probably lost about 50 or so pounds from when I started my journey also helped a lot. The only thing that was keeping me going at this point was the incredibly slim chance I would get to see my family again.

[cristians-media-and-society]

Introduction

Hi, my name is Cristian Rodriguez. I am a 19 year old hispanic man. My mother was born in Chile and migrated to the US at 8 years old. My father was born in Brooklyn but is 100% Puerto Rican. My name isn’t that unique there is no real origin to it but I like it. If I could change it to a fictional character I’d change it to something dumb like Piccolo because Piccolo Rodriguez would sound funny. 

High school was a fun time, a lot of people look back at high school and hate the thought of being there but for me it was good times. Not to say my life peaked in high school hell no, but it was fun. I don’t really remember my first day but I remember what I did on my last day. Technically my last day “in” school was in the middle of my junior year because of covid but I remember My friend Bryan and I left school early to go out to the woodbury commons but we went home fast because when we got there we realized how empty it was because everyone was scared of the virus. So we looked around and saw a couple stray shoppers and got out of there so fast. For my favorite moment in school there is no one specific moment but just hanging out and goofing off with my friends in the library will always be something I remember as a good time. Oh man and if I have to choose a least favorite moment that would probably be the ending of my first real relationship it was so embarrassing. If I could go back to high school and start over I honestly wouldn’t change anything. I feel like all the things that happened, happened for the best. 

Going into college though I had a bit of a tough time deciding what I wanted to study. But I knew all my life I have loved movies and have been fascinated with the creative side of them. So I decided to study new media. I understand that the movie industry is one of the toughest in the world and right now I’m just a wide eyed kid but I think I can take it on and hope to one day become a director. And if that doesn’t quite work out I feel new media as a whole provides a lot of opportunities to fall back on. Honestly what inspired me to pursue this path is my grandfather as he always pushed for me to go for the highest goals in life and he also set out to become a director. But aside from the world of media I love soccer. I’ve always loved it so much, my favorite team is Manchester United, they break my heart but I love that team. I don’t have any real hobbies or anything like that but to pass time when I'm bored I play video games often. I got into video games when I was like 6 and my parents got me a Wii for christmas. 

The last movie I watched was Megan, I didn’t think it was all that but it wasn’t bad. The last show I watched was Dragon Ball Z. I was watching it for a while but I finally had the time over break to finish it and I really liked it, my favorite character is Trunks. As for any recommendations, I know everyone and their mother is gonna say Breaking Bad but as they should because that show is great but I would recommend Freaks and Geeks. It’s tough to pick favorites but my favorite movie has to be The Dark Knight, that movie just has such a special place in my heart. As for a show I can’t even lie, it's Breaking Bad. My least favorite movie is Batman and Robin. Nothing pisses me off more than George Clooney Batman. If today was my last day on earth and I just had to accept my fate and go out like a badass I’m eating a nice tender steak with fries.

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

Certain events had made Rick change abruptly. From water to wine. Woke him up. The prison needed more supplies as the stock was running out, so Rick had organized more scavenge missions, covering larger areas. It was how he had crossed paths with the Claimers, while exploring some houses with Carl and Michonne. The men beat him up bad, said they were going to violate his son, Michonne and himself- Rick resisted- they tortured him and abused him in front of his son, they didn't let Michonne cover the boy's eyes. They didn't kill Rick, they wanted him to watch as they did the same to his family- and it was that day, Rick awakened. He pierced and ripped Joe's throat with his teeth- Michonne managed to recover the gun, shot two of the guys down- And the guy who had pinned Carl down- Rick sliced him open and stabbed him until his arm couldn't move anymore, until his biceps cramped.

It was that day- Rick had come back home covered in blood and soaked with trauma- he didn't talk for two days. Didn't eat for two days. Carl and Michonne had told Shane what had happened. Rick almost became someone else. His wounds, the marks of the violence he went through, they didn't let the deputy forget- what could have happened to Carl, his own blood, and to Michonne, part of his family. He couldn't sleep without pain, he couldn't even eat without pain- and he didn't let Hershel examine him- or touch him. Rick didn't let anyone even touch him. He just stayed in the dark, in corners and never slept inside- staying up at night, guarding the prison by campfires, sitting on the grass or alone by a watchtower. And he had never talked about it. About the things the Claimers had done to him- they had claimed his mercy, all of it. Rick's voice was different- it was harsh and dry and low- he was almost always frowning, he had stopped smiling. Every day he thought that what happened to him could have happened to Carl. And Michonne. And everyone and anyone at the prison. To Judith, to Beth, to the kids that now lived there. And if it had happened, it would have been because of his stupid moralism, his stupid pride. Oh how Rick was hating himself, each day. In the next days, Rick had called everyone, presenting a plan to attack Woodbury. After what had happened, Rick wasn't accepting taking risks anymore. And so they attacked and so Woodbury fell, earlier than it could have been fallen- Rick hunt down the Governor, murdered him emptying an Ak-47 cartridge- then rushed to the middle of their forces, in a suicide outburst, shooting every side, shooting anything that moved- The civilians were quick to drop their weapons- people panicked at Woodbury. The place was destroyed by the panic and by the walkers, but Rick didn't care. He would just wait until it filled with walkers to surround it and set all the streets on fire someday- so maybe they could occupy Woodbury themselves again, once they had enough resources to clear all the walkers. The civilians were welcomed at the prison. Their community was growing well. Again, Rick hadn't spoken for other couple of days. His eyes had acquired this reptile like stare, like a crocodile, still. The voices, the illusions, the hallucinations he saw, they were everywhere, but he already had gotten used to them- didn't bother him anymore. He would just pretend they weren't there and slowly they would go away. Rick had a brief conversation with Shane, accepting Judith was not his own, but Shane's daughter instes- and Rick swore he would protect that little girl as if she was his own too, with his life, for she was a fragment of Lori and of his best friend on that broken world. He lost some weight, his hair and beard got more strands of gray- he distanced himself from Hershel, from Judith, from almost everyone. Sometimes, he talked to Michonne and Carl, but that was it. Rick still loved Lori, he still saw her ghost sometimes. And Shane- he didn't talk to him because of shame. When Rick realized the naive asshole he had been...it hit him like a brick. He quit bringing toys and such to Carl, and now he was only teaching his boy to shoot, to kill. Carl begun respecting his father more, but...it felt different. Sometimes, Rick would pull Carl into a hug and sleep like that, embracing his son against his chest. Stabbing, how to break necks, how to escape choke-holds, how to mount and dismount weapons, how to use grenades- Rick was teaching him everything. The crops, the little farm- Rick had abandoned. He would spend the whole day and night, when not asleep, killing walkers by the fence or going out on missions, sometimes alone- even exploring the prison on his own, trying to fix the holes and gaps in the walls and fences, building barrages outside the most fragile wall areas, always wearing that brown jacket he had stolen from one of the claimers, his long sleeves always hiding a knife. In the hot days, he would wear just a gray or white shirt, which would often get stained in blood.

And that day, Shane also was there, at the tower. When he heard his friend call his name, he just said one phrase. "The person you knew me as, died." His voice was cold, lifeless almost- dangerous. Not that he intended any threat or harm. He was just like that now. A killer. He would kill something every single day. He had trained himself, over and over, until he got used, until he wasn't feeling anything as he stabbed a walker or even shot someone. The words that came out from Shane's mouth though- they touched Rick- made him feel something good after days. His eyes got teary, his lips tensed, his heart beating faster. He looked at Shane, almost in shock- deeply touched to say the least. The deputy wasn't expecting a smile- he wasn't expecting comfort- all he had been giving himself each day was hate- others were just afraid of him or simply too serious around him- but Shane...it just hit different. "No. I died that day. They killed me that day. I killed myself that day too." It would be too hurtful to accept the old officer friendly version of himself- that version who could have lead the prison to its fall, his loved ones into some horrid death and abuse- no. "You were right since the start. I couldn't protect them." Rick nodded while looking Shane in the eye. "You should have killed me, long ago. Lori probably would still be alive, Hershel probably wouldn't have been injured. While everyone could have died horrid deaths, I was worried about being right, I was mad because you and Lori got together- while you both thought I was dead. I was prideful and selfish- I gave priority to the wrong things. I considered killing you- I was despicable. Blind. Carl and Lori would already have been dead if you hadn't stepped in- I would have died in that hospital, Carl wouldn't have been saved if you hadn't taken those supplies- I see it now. Maybe the farm would still be standing if I had let you take control earlier. It was all you, until now. Even Andrea would be dead if you hadn't convinced her to stay." He paused, shook his head, a sad frown in his forehead as he held his Ak-47, cleaning it. "You shouldn't be nice to me. I don't deserve. I don't deserve you or the others. Most stupid people like me should be already dead. I almost got everyone killed, so many times."

@deputygonebye

@rickgrimesdoingrickthings asked: "The person you knew me as, died."

Dark and Angsty Sentence Starters

Location and the group, much had changed since the first days of the outbreak. Mountainsides replaced by walls of concrete, barbed wire fences taken the spot previously held by a wide and open lake. The quintessence of survival tactics, it was expected. Rapid movement from one safe haven to the next, when Walkers and humans became too much so soon, onto the next chapter before the last could be written. From the reflection of a mirror, with hair scattered across a bathroom counter and onto the floor, sin and the past literally shaved off, Shane could see as much within himself, that destined change. No longer was he the same man. Heart and soul more mangled and shattered; a deputy's badge splattered in blood and guts that weren't always so noble. The new world had gotten hold of him and refused to release. But so had it done such to Rick.

Steadier, then, more patient in how it would break the second deputy, it was almost cruel in what had been done to Rick. A soldier thrust into the very depths of total war - unarmed and uncertain - forced to learn from experience than the softness of a friendly hand. Great were the tests put onto Rick. Shane's own gun drawn in the very name, a moment saved for the two of them to share in. Brother verses brother; forgiveness stronger than any obstacle that the new world thrown. But it didn't stop the changes. Provided power for them to only develop further. Beyond what was imagined, the impossible feats reached and achieved without so much as an exhausted breath. Survival had become too easy, too routine.

Sunlight upon his cheeks, skin warmed under Georgia's bright star, Shane took to surveillance duty with Rick as if he had done it his whole life. Naturally, without fuss or frills, as if it were the old squad car that they were in and not an outpost from the prison. Memories as fast as a freight train.

"No. He didn't." Shane answered, looking across the way to Rick. "He's still there. He just woke up. You've done what needed to be done, man. You've stepped up, been the guy I always knew you could be. You've been a damn good leader, a hell of a father, kept these people safe. The old Rick, I don't know if he would've made it this far. He's still inside you, but he's learned. He's not blind. Not anymore."

Shane smiled some, the corners of his lips lifted, the first time in days. "You act as if I couldn't tell my best friend apart from Adam. Rick, I'd know you even if I was blindfolded and handcuffed. Deep down, you're still the same kid who shared his lunch with me on the first day of Kindergarten. No, brother, he ain't dead. He's with me now."

[gegewrites]

Daryl Dixon- stupid

Note-After Woodbury war(before second attack)

Daryls pov-

"where the hell is (y/n)?" I said walking into the D-block, almost all of the main group was here, early in the morning. (y/n) and k slept in the wardens office, made it into a room.

"Good morning to you too." Glenn chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Maggie asked, turning the conversation back on track. Beth was sitting next to her with lil Asskicker in her arms, Carl next to her. Hershel and Carol were sitting at another table, looking back at me.

"She's gone." I leaned on the railing of the stairs,"she ain't anywhere in this damn place, her bike is gone, her gear is gone, she is gone."

"She didn't tell you where she was going?" Carol asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Would I be askin yall if she did?" I saw Rick finally walk out from the cells.

"What's going on?" He finished buttoning his shirt.

"(y/n)s gone." Glenn looked back at him.

"Where she go?" He looked at him and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"So none of y'all know?"I looked at everyone, and they all shook their heads,"great to know."

Your pov-

I stopped my bike, looking up the dead road at the hospital. I could see walkers all around it, even some walking the road towards me. Hershel said we needed more medical supplies with the new large group of people. Told him I'd see what I could do. Now I know the team is gonna have my ass for leaving without saying anything, I know daryl will for a fact..unless he finds the note I left on my jacket on the dresser. I felt like I needed to do this alone though. before I found the camp at the start of this, making my way through heavily infested towns and buildings alone was just how it was for me. Didn't have to watch out for anyone else but yourself.

I kicked down the stand on my bike and got off. I had a backpack on with a large duffle bag inside. I was completely armed and ready.

I took look at the walker walking towards me and I grabbed my machete from its sheath on my back and walked towards it. It groaned and moaned, walking towards me with the heavy intention on eating me, instead, I sliced its head and it fell to the ground. I remember when Glenn, Rick, and I used walker guts to get through the large crowd of them in the city, ya know the day we left merely on the roof.

I knelt to the ground, taking a look behind me. I let out and exhale as I put my knife to the ground and grabbed the gloves I had in my pocket and put them on. I grabbed my knife, and sliced it stomach open and shivered at the unholy smell. I left out a groan as I sheathed my machete.

"Hershel this better be worth it." I dug into it stomach gathering blood and other gross parts of it and rubbed in on the front of my zipped up hoodie, I left my leather jacket at the base, decided my old hoodie would hold the smell a bit better.

I covered my arms, my shoulders, reaching around as far as I could to cover my back. I stood up, leaning down to grab more of the remains and covered the Denim over my thighs.

"Jesus Fucking Christ." I groaned as I grabbed my backpack and threw it onto my back. I looked back at my bike and looked at the hospital. It looked about a 10 minute walk, taking my bike in wouldn't be worth it with the sound...so I started walking.

I slowly limped past walkers, only being able to hear the groans and see their dead glares at me as I walked by. It was working. I felt relived that it was, I knew it would, but it was still releabing. I could see that the main entrance to the hospital was boarded up, so I started walking to where the ambulance bay was. Most if not all hospitals have been looted for medicine, their pharmacies mainly. Though there were many different areas for medication to be stored, all over the hospital not just the pharmacy.

To my Surprise, when I got to the ambo bay, there were only a few walkers, yet the bay door was open halfway. I looked around as I walked forward. I came armed, I mean two pistols on my waist, two hunting knives, my machete, backpack had 6 magazines for reloading. I'm not stupid, just idiotic.

I crawled under the metal shutter door, and got up slowly. I could hear the echo of walker groans in the ED. I looked to my left and saw a walker with no bottom half crawling towards me from the other end of the bay. I walked over grabbing one of my hunting knives and stabbed it in the forehead, I still had my gloves on, so I made a quick and hard punch to it's skull and it split right open, blood and brains pouring out. I wet my gloves with the death and rubbed it on the front of my hoodie and started walking again.

I leaned against the wall that lead into the ED And looked around. Papers on the floor, fallen privacy curtains, gurneys left against the walls and in the pathways, and not to forget the walkers slowly walking around. I counted ten of them, those were just the ones I coukd see. I slowly crept into the room, and walked into the first trusma bay, I held my knife ready as I looked around. It was empty. I looked into the emergency Med cabinet, the glass broken but a few things of IV meds still remained. I put my knife in it's holster and grabbed two of the liquid filled bags. Fluids and amoxicillin. I turned around and out them on the bed. I took my backpack off and quickly I zipped it and put them in. I turned around and opened the drawers, needles, disinfectants, IV kits, all that good shit.

Darlys pov-

It's been three hours since I woke up and (y/n) was gone. I had half a mind to go into town or something and start looking for her.

"You ever hear the expression," I heard Carol say behind me,"water doesn't boil when you watch it?"

"Three hours Carol." I glanced at her by my side,"three hours."

"Doesn't mean anything, when y'all go on runs you'd be out there longer then that."

"Don't rationalize this." I shot a sharp flare at her,"when we go on runs, people know about it."

"It's like I'm back at camp." She shook her head looking back at the fences,"you getting mad when she'd just disappear for a day or more...she always came back Darly."

"This is different." I crossed my arms and let out a sharp exhale,"back then she was just someone stayin with us-"

"Are you serious? She was just a guest?" She scoffed,"ya a guest to your tent at night."

"Got me there." I muttered,"I'm goin huntin."

"All alone?" She teased as I walked away,"don't be gone for more then three hours."

"I'll come back when I get a damn deer."

Your pov-

I walked up the emergency stairs of the hospital. The ED had a good stash I was impressed, had a lot of useful supplies. I had my empty duffel slung around my shoulder, needed the room in the backpack after I got to pediatrics, antibiotics and pain killers to last us weeks. My goal was to get to every floor I could, I didn't wanna leave till the duffle bag at least for half full. If I was going back, no, when I'm going back, I'm not coming back empty handed.

I held my machete in my blood and grimed up gloves as I pushed the door to the operation floor open. I held it open and I looked down each end of the hallway, I was by the elevators. The hallway was empty, not cluttered like the others had been. I shut the door behind me slowly and softly, hearing it click shut I made my way down the left side of the hall. Hospital was in a grid, start somewhere and you'll end up there again at some point.

I walked through the damp and musty hall quickly and silently. Leaning against the walls and looking over the corners before proceeding through.

Seeing how empty the two hallways I've been down are making me uneasy, if they're not in the hallways then they have to be in the operating or recovery rooms. I saw a blue door with the words storage on it, and I walked past it before I stopped and stared at it. Feeling like a cat hearing a fly buzzing around the living room. I walked towards it slowly, and pressed my ear against the door.

"Walkers." I whispered and took a step back. I could've opened the door, killed them, but why woukd there he medications in a storage closet? It was more like gowns and blankets, and shit like that.

I walked away from it, and saw a few walkers come out from a hallway in the middle of the one I was in. It's had to have been more then 2 hours since I covered myself in walker, I could still smell it so o hoped they could too.

I cut down a hallway just before it and saw the doors to the operation rooms, I looked in through the slivers of glass on the metals doors, seeing one or two walkers inside, I'd have better chance at getting shit in recovery...I hope.

Darlys pov-

3 hours later-

I drove the silver truck back into the prison, driving it over to all the other cars. I saw my bike, but I didn't see (y/n)s. The time on the radio said it was 11:48, meaning (y/n) has been gone for six hours. I killed the engine, tossing the keys into the cup holder and grabbed my crossbow from the passenger seat.

"Caught somethin?" I heard Rick say as I closed the door, he was walking up to the front of the truck. I gave him a nod as I closed the door walking around to the back.

"She ain't back?" I lowered the bed door, and grabbed the kegs of the deer and pulled it closer to me.

" not yet." He leaned against the side of the truck looking back at me,"if she's not back tomorrow mornin...gonna go out n'look."

"If we can't find er'?" I sling the deer over my shoulder, damn thing wasn't heavy, but food is food.

"We're gonna find her or she's gonna find us." He closed the tailgate and looked at me,"Hershel wants to talk to ya when you're free."

"Alright."

Your pov-

I was sitting on the concrete floor, leaning against the metal door to the staircase, lead to the roof. I was taking a break. I've gotten to 3 floors of this 4 floor hospital. My backpack was full, the duffle bag only with a few things like fist aid kits, suture kits, shit like that. Found them in a Med supply closet in the nurses room. Had to kill a few walkers for them, though I haven't had to kill many. I smell like I have though.

I stood up grabbing my backpack and swinging it onto my arms and shoulders. I grabbed the straps of my duffle and started walking down the stairs. The roof and 4th floor were only separated by two flights of 10 stairs.

I heard the rattling of pills in my backpack as i bounded down the stairs, hearing the thump my boots made against each step.

I pushed the door open to the ICU. Most of the other sections of this hospital had the doors locked shut, some walkers limping around aimlessly inside. I was trying to come back alive, if I had someone with me, maybe I would've gone in.

I walked down the hallway, slowing down as I turned a corner into a group of walkers. They were dressed in normal clothing, but most in scrubs. A walked past a few sitting on the ground, slowly weaving through some, hatching their dead, faded, and fogged eyes looking into mine, moving theirs jaws around and groaning. I held onto the handle of my knife, keeping my eyes forward and planted on the end of the hallway with a direction sign, pharmacy was to the left.

I looked over my shoulder at the walkers and I turned the corner, only a few walkers, and I saw the pharmacy entrance, hospital has two, the main one downstairs, the hospital's dispensary upstairs. I walked towards it, soon turning the knob and opening the door.

Room empty but cluttered, broken glass at the desk. I hoped onto the desk, feeling the glass on my knees and sliding down, hearing the glass patter on the floor. The shelters were still standing, pull bottles on the floor, open boxes laying on the ground covered in dust. I kicked a box away and I zipped my duffle bag. I picked up boxes, looking at the names, throwing the ones we could jse and needed into the duffle bag. I could heard the boxes hitting together, hearing a light chatter of pills. I made my way around, finding injections, pastes, and most importantly...the top grade pain killer safe.

I stood in front of the locked white and glass pained cabinet, the glass had metal in it, reinforced bullshit. I looked at the door and grabbed my pistol, dropping the duffle.

I wasn't gonna shoot it, I was gonna smash it. I held my pistol by the barrel and held the base to the corner of the glass.

"Dear god I know we haven't talked in ages but please don't let this be how I die." I prayed in a whisper as I raised my gun and smashed the glass. I heard the loud clank against it, the glass in the corner shattering and splitting towards the middle. I gave it a few move hard whacks and holstered my pistol and exchanged it for my hunting knife.i slid it against the white panel, jabbing it back and forth against the metal, hearing a sound close to nails on a chalkboard, the wires snapped alone the panel. I looked back towards the pharmacy door and saw walkers gazing by it, ignoring anything going on. I stabbed the glass with my knife shattering it more, enough to grab the wires and pull them up, making shards of glass rain down onto my boots. If I could get enough kf the wires pulled back I could reach inside and unhook the bar lock on the inside....and I did just that. I opened the doors and grabbed my duffle and started grabbing important shit. OxyContin, three boxes of fentanyl patches, hydromorphone...if merly was still here, I might've been his favorite person with all of this.

I raided that locker, I grabbed as much as I wanted to. I zipped my duffle up and made my way out. I shook my head, a grin on my face, Hershel better be proud.

Darlys pov-

1 hour later-

Its been 7 hours now.

I walked into the d-block, I saw Hershel and Beth sitting at one of the metal tables with Judith.

"Rick said ya needed to see me?" I walked down the few cement stairs and he looked at me.

"I think I know where (y/n) went." His hands were folded on the table. I raised my brow at him and stopped walking when k was a few feet from him.

"Where?" I crossed my arms looking at Beth who gave me a smile.

"I mentioned that we needed more medical supplies, simply mentioned it." He glanced at his hands and to me before he stood up, using the table for a little help,"I think she went to a hospital."

"No the fuck she didn't." I shook my head,"they've been raided, jus' grave yards bout now."

"Why else woukd she be gone this long?" He pitched, sitting on the edge of the table,"she went."

"Closet one is two hours out, I didn't feel her leave." He shook his head as me and Beth sighed.

"I heard her bike." Beth kept looking at the sleeping baby in her arms,"real early in the mornin, I couldn't sleep, and her bike is worked right outside of our block."

"She went on a Fuckin suicide mission." I spoke through my teeth, I shook my head and walked away. Back up the stairs, through the door. Straight out of d block.

I just looked out in front of me. Standing on the stairs outside the rusted metal sliding door. If (y/n) went to a hospital the only thing she's gonna find is her goddamn grave. I turned around and leaned against the rusted metal railing and looked down at my boots. I held onto the metal behind me tightly, My jaw tight. I just scoffed and shook mh head.

If she went to a fuckin hospital, alone, she better be smart enough to get out.

Your pov-

I walked down the cement stairs and pushed the doors open to the bottom floor where i started. I closed it quietly and started making my way back to the ED. I held onto my hunting knife as o slowly walked in the small group of walkers, my eyes moving around, watching the walkers as I passed. I turned back into the ambo bay and rushed to the shutter door. I slid under it and quickly got up and heard the clank of my machetes handle against the metal. I stopped moving and looked around, taking a deep breath as a walker that was a mere 5 feet away looked over and started walking towards me. I grabbed my machete and walked over and chopped it into its skull and kicked it away.

I made hash getting around to the front of the building and I booked it. I ran through the group of walkers, seeing them become aware of my presence rather quickly, the shaking of pills in my backpack didn't help, but I ran.

I just fuckin ran.

I dodged the grasp of walkers, dipping under their arms, weaving through and shoving them away. I didn't look back as I ran past the hospitals sign, seeing my bike come into veiw.

I looked over my shoulder, seeing the group of walkers following after me. I jumped onto my bike, hooking one of the duffles straps onto one of the handles. I kicked up the stand and grabbed the key from my pocket and put it in and started it up. I gripped the handles as I walked it around, slowing easing onto the throttle and I booked it down the road, hearing the tires screech as they picked up to the speed.

Daryl's pov-

2 hours-

I walked up the stairs to the watch tower at the front gate. I pushed the door open and saw Maggie look over at me.

"Haven't seen her yet." She answered as the door closed.

"She went to a hospital Hershel said." I followed her out onto the wrap around deck and looked out to the road.

"A hospital?" She leaned against the white railing and I leaned my forearms on it.

"Mhm." I rubbed my jaw,"she got a death wish."

"She's smart enough to not get killed." I glanced at her and she turned around and looked out at the road. Could hear an engine getting louder,"told ya."

"Son of a bitch." I stood up and walked back into the watchtower and right out the door. Maggie followed behind me as we walked down the spiral stairs.

I pushed the door open and saw (y/n)s bike getting closer, a duffle bag sat in front of her and her clothes were covered in blood. I stood in front of the gate as Maggie walked to the end and held onto it.

"Open it!" I heard (y/n) yell and Maggie slid ot open as (y/n) bike powered in. Kicking up a fleet of rocks and dust behind her. I heard her close it as I ran up the gravel road.

I slowed down when I got into the gate. She kicked her stand down and got off the bike. She took off the duffle bag and tossed it to the ground before doing the same to the backpack and holster on her back.

"(y/n)!" I yelled, she tossed her hoodie and kicked it away as I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. My grip on her shoulder was tight, I shouldn't be grabbing her like this but k did.

"I can explain." She out her hands on my chest,"I can."

"Start talkin." I ordered and she nodded.

"We needed more medical supplies, pain meds, Antibiotics, IVs, gauze, all of that." She spoke quickly but clearly,"so I went to the hospital, over run by walkers in the outside but decently clear on the inside." She didn't break eye contact with me as she spoke,"I got two full bags of supplies."

"At the cost of yer' goddamn life." I growled and she looked away and I pushed her away lightly,"Fuckin suicide mission."

"I ain't dead am I?" She crossed her arms,"nah I ain't dead, I didn't even come close...we'll till till the end when I sprinted through the herd outside."

"Welcome back (y/n)!" I heard Glenn say as he walked up towards us.

"Ya sprinted through a herd of walkers?!" I raised my voice and k saw her flinch just a bit.

"And I didn't die!" She yelled back,"about time you fuckin realize I ain't someone who needs you constantly protectin my ass!" She took a step towards me,"I can handle myself and my life, it ain't your goddamn job!"

"You fuckin made it!" I yelled and she scoffed and shook her head.

"I didn't make you do shit." Her voice was calm but spitting venom,"you made it."

"Whatd ya get?" Glenn spoke up, we both looked at him and he out his hands up slightly,"I'm just here for the supplies not the soap opera."

"All the pain killers and antibiotics we coukd ever need, and kits." She looked back at me,"you should be saying thank you. Now if you don't mind, Imma go park my bike and take a fuckin shower."

I didn't say anything she she got back onto her bike and started it up. Glenn picked up the two bags and looked down at the hoodie as she slowly drove off to the other veichles.

"That thing is covered in walker." He kicked the one grey hoodie around and chuckled and looked at me,"she's alive, be glad."

"You a shrink?" I crossed my arms and he shook his head.

"I was a pizza boy." He shrugged and walked away and looked back at me,"come on, you can't be made at two bags full of supplies."

"I ain't." I walked towards him as we walked over to the D block entrance, (y/n) coming out from the side of the building.

Your pov-

I sat on the middle cement stair of the dining area kf the D block as Hershel and Glenn u zipped the two bags. daryl was standing by the table with his arms crossed over his chest looking down at the table, and Rick was standing next to him.

"Jesus (y/n)." Glenn chuckled,"holy shit."

"I was shocked as well." I have a light chuckle,"had to break open the narcotic locker for the good stuff." I looked down at my hands seeing the cuts on them from breaking and moving the wires, guess they weren't as resistant as I thought.

"This is a lot of medical supplies." Rick noted looking over ag me,"good job."

"Thanks." I flashed him a smile and stood up,"I had to cover myself in walker to get through that place."

"How over run was is it?" Hershel asked placing down a pill box.

"Outside was crowded, less then half of the herd we had at the farm, not a lot but ya know,

A lot." I shrugged and Leaned on the railing,"only killed a handful of walkers."

"Did it look like a hospital horror movie?" Glenn asked examining a box,"how the hell did you find fentanyl?"

"Ya found fentanyl?" daryl asked looking over at me.

"Med locker." I looked back down at my hands, catching glimpse of my gore stained thighs,"I apologize for not telling anyone, it was stupid-"

"Ya Damn right it was." daryl shot back and I looked at him.

"It was stupid, but I made it out alive and that's all that matters at this point." I continued and he shook his head at me,"With how everyone thinks hospitals are completely raided I knew none of you would've believed the fact there was still usable materials."

"I sure wouldn't of believed it." Rick looked at us all,"it was stupid, but...this amount of supplies cancels that out right now."

" hallelujah." I muttered,"well, I'm gonna wash the walker off of me, I'll see y'all later."

"I'll go get Dr.S." Rick said as I walked away to the catacombs entrance.

Darlys pov-

I wasn't mad at (y/n), I wasn't. I was terrified, worried, as those emotions turned to anger when I saw her. I realized that when she left D block. I heard the shower running as I walked into the tiled bathroom.

"(y/n)?" I called out, walking towards the shower curtains,"(y/n)."

"Go the hell away Darly, ain't in the mood to argue with ya." She spit back as I heard water hitting the titles. I leaned against the wall of sinks and crossed my arms.

"I'm sorry." I stated, and k heard her hum,"(y/n) I am."

"I know you are, but I'm not." I heard the shower stop and the rustle of the curtain,"I did what I did, and I succeeded."

"Never said ya didn't." I let out a breath,"woulda liked to know where ya were leavin to atleast."

"I left you a note dimwit."she poked out from the shower curtain, I raised my brow at her and she rolled her eyes and dipped back into the shower,"on the dresser on my jacket."

"Ain't no letter on yer damn jacket." I denied as she walked out from the shower, towel wrapped around her body.

"You look on the dresser, my jacket is laying ontop of it, there is a piece of paper saying exactly where I am." She walked towards me, some water droplets falling from her hair onto her shoulders, neck and face,"I'll make you a deal."

"What's that?" She stood a foot away from me now, with a grin.

"If that note is there, you owe me an apology...not with your words though, if it's not there..." her face was a few Inches from mine,"then I'll do whatever it is you want me to do. Deal?"

"Deal." She held her hand out and I took it, she gave it a hard shake and let it go,"I'll get dressed and we can head over."

"Your hand is bleedin." I looked at my palm, seeing a bit kf blood on it. She looked at her hands and groaned.

"Fuckin Med cabinet!" She yelled, a little stomp of her door followed after.

"So ya did get hurt." I pointed at her hands and wiped my palm on my jeans.

"Oh go fuck yourself Darly." She retreated back to the shower and I heard the fumbling of clothes.

"Seems like I'll be gettin fucked either way in a few minutes over er." I chuckled lightly and heard her scoff. Though I couldn't see her I knew she was shaking her head at me, rolling her eyes with a shit eating grin.

"You're one cocky son of a bitch." She soon said walking out from behind the curtain, her towel thrown over her shoulder in new clothes and different boots. She walked towards me and hooked two fingers into my flannel,"come on daryl let's go see who owes who an apology." She pulled me behind her by my shirt, not letting go for s second, mainly due to how I grabbed onto her wrist keeping her hand there.

Your pov-

We walked down the hall, my fingers still hooked into Daryl's shirt. I loved this part of the prison, mostly because it didn't really look like a prison. The walls weren't cement, they had wallpaper, lined with offices, and the library was close by. I looked over my shoulder at the man with the deadpan expression on his face and twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. I took a side step and removed my hands from him before placing it onto his shoulder and pushed him in.

"Check the jacket." I closed the door behind me as he walked over to the fake wood dresser, we made a run one day, just him and I and looted some houses.

He went to reach for the brown leather jacket and stopped.

"Motherfucker." He muttered and picked up the paper,"left around three this mornin, going on s run to the hospital two hours out west, see ya later."

I locked the door and walked over to him and took the paper out of his hands and placed it back down. He just looked at the jacket shaking his head slowly. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him.

"You know what you have to do now." I spoke slowly and leaned up to his face,"you're my bitch for the next few hours."

"I ain't no one bitch." He shook his head and I let out a exhale through my nose and gave him a look of pitty.

"For the next few hours you're my bitch, then I'll go back to being your bitch." I shrugged and leaned up to him, I wrapped my arms up and over his neck, his hands grabbing onto my waist and whispered ,"say it."

"Say what?" The edges of his lip curled slightly into a smirk.

"You know." I pressed,"say it."

"No." He shook his head and turned us and pushed me into the bed.

My knees hit the mattress and I sat down on impact as he walked over to me, standing in front of me and leaned down a bit.

"Say it." I smiled and grabbed onto his flannel, the arms cut off showing off his arms that I loved so much.

"You better know how much I love you women." He shook his head and gave in,"I'm yer bitch..and I'm sorry."

"Good boy." I smiled and gave him a kiss,"now get me out kf these clothes and show me."

[littlegodzilla]

Can you write daryl smut where the reader likes daryl but she thinks he didn't like her because there's an age gap and he's always quiet around her? Then one day she catches him touching himself while saying her name so she confesses her feelings and at first he's embarrassed/shy but the reader asks what he was thinking about and she does whatever he tells her to do.

Hi Anon!

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Daryl Dixon (45) FemReader (25)

Anon Request.

Warnings: Smut. Handjob. Blowjob. Unprotected sex (don't do that).

Words: 3600

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You aren't sure why he hates you that much. You aren't sure what did you do. You try to think about something but your mind is blank.

You love Daryl.

Yeah maybe the word is too strong but is what you feel when you're around him. You feel yourself protected, safe, good. And all those feelings have been growing with the time you've spent together. Well not just with him, the group in general, but you know that what you feel for him is not a simple friendship.

You first met at the prison, you were part of Sasha and Tyreese's group and although you were initially welcomed, you stayed, Woodbury sounded ominous when Michonne showed up talking about the Governor. At first Daryl didn't trust, just like the others, as the days went by he seemed more comfortable, but you were also aware that he wouldn't let you make too much of an effort. Back then you were younger and 'frailer' than you are now, you were scared to death, you didn't know how to fight, you barely had the strength to help keep the prison fence up when the beams that held it up had to be repositioned, but you wanted to help, you always tried to be useful, even though you always ended up in your cell, with Beth, taking care of Judith.

"Go back inside." Daryl said to you one day taking some huge logs from your hands that you had managed to grab to help Rick build his farm. "They need ya more there, fix somethin' to eat, help Beth with the baby, keep an eye on Carl. Ya ain't helping us here."

This maybe have been the longest conversation you had with Daryl and it hurt. It hurt because you were trying to change and his cold, curt tone shattered your hopes. Since then you tried to stay away, alert, but distant, unfortunately his way of treating you didn't change your feelings for him. They grew stronger when the flu attacked you inside the prison and he took care of you.

"Ya can't die here." He told you by leaving you a bowl of soup in your cell, his mouth covered with a handkerchief so he wouldn't catch it.

You're not sure if he said it because he thought you wouldn't hear him because of your condition or that you would end up forgetting it, as an unimportant anecdote. When the prison fell and you were all separated for a moment you thought you would never see him or any of your companions again. You cried for days, heartbroken, until you were reunited again in Terminus, Carol had saved you and when you saw him embrace your companion like that, the pieces of your heart were not completely healed.

Now you live safely in Alexandria, you have settled in the community after Deanna has assessed whether or not you are useful to them that you can stay. Some of you have settled in well there, giving thanks for recovering some things lost from the previous world. Like hot water. But others are having a hard time accepting that this place is good, that you are safe.

Daryl is one of them.

He's constantly coming and going, he's still out hunting, he's still out exploring, he's still Rick's watchdog, and he doesn't trust the people in the community. If there was distance between you before, now a chasm has been created that you are sure you will never be able to cross.

You sigh long, tired, sorry. Carl looks at you curiously, the two of you on the porch of one of the houses the community has assigned you. You're taking care of Judith, that role hasn't changed much since you left the prison, only Beth is no longer with you to help you. Sometimes you miss her. You were good friends and her death was unjust. You know Daryl suffered a lot because of it too and sometimes you think he was in love with her, and that's why he stays away from you, because he doesn't want anything more to do with girls. Daryl needs a strong, determined woman, capable of protecting her own.

"You're more pensive than usual today." Carl's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you smile sadly.

"Sorry, I'm having a weird day today..." You mutter looking at him out of the corner of your eye, playing with Judith who is amusing herself with your hands.

"Is it because Daryl isn't back yet?" he asks you and you feel your cheeks take on a rosy hue. "He's been on patrol for several days, but he'll be back. You know how he is."

"Y-yeah, I'm not worried, I don't..."

"I thought you liked him and were worried because he's not back yet." He says again and you look at him with wide eyes. You're thankful Judith is sitting on your lap or she would have fallen out of your arms.

"I-I didn't... Who told you that?"

"Carol, but I already knew that, you're always looking at him or asking about him." He says as if it's obvious and you want the ground swallow you up.

"Oh God, is it that obvious?" you groan low dead embarrassed.

"I don't know, I told my dad and he hadn't noticed, but Michonne said she already knew...so I guess it depends..."

You cover your face feeling it burns and Judith laughs clapping her hands, thinking you're playing with her.

"Do you think Daryl knows? God if he didn't hate me already..."

"Daryl? I don't think he hates you..." Carl lets out a chuckle and you look at him confused.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just saying what I see."

"Yeah, well I'm telling you he hates me, he doesn't look at me, he barely talks to me, and if he does it's to growl at me or tell me I've done something wrong. He's never treated me like..." You shut up because you feel a strange little ball of jealousy towards Carol forming in your stomach and you don't want it, you don't need it. She's your friend, your partner, almost like a mother.

"Trust me, if he didn't like you, you'd know it. Daryl doesn't know how to dissemble, he may be quiet and cold, but it's not because of you. At least not because of what you think."

The day passes quickly, you get home at night exhausted from the day, you may not go out on patrol like the rest, but you also have your own obligations within the community, watching and taking care of the children, as well as helping Denise in the infirmary. You open the door seeing it totally dark, there is no one there, or are with the changing of the guard or even some already sleeping. Sometimes it still feels strange to sleep in a bed, but today you really need one.

You are climbing the stairs, taking a shower and getting into bed, when you hear a groan that makes you stop in your tracks. You shiver keeping your wits about you, you doubt very much that it could be a threat, the community is well protected, the dead can't enter there undetected. You continue climbing and the new moan, or rather gasp, is accompanied by a stifled curse and you curse mentally, sure it is Rosita and Abraham. You try to ignore it, hurry down the hallway, get into your room and try to sleep, however when you pass the room the couple share, the door is open, they aren't there. You frown in confusion and another gasp reaches your ears. You open your eyes wide as you realize they are coming from Daryl's room.

Your cheeks burn suddenly, surprised and nervous, you want to get closer, you want to know if it's what you really think, maybe he's busy, maybe he's with some woman... Carol. A twinge in your chest makes you hesitate for a second, but your feet keep moving towards the hunter's door. Your hand brushes against the door and you block when you hear him speak again. Whimpering a name.

Your name.

You half open the door, Daryl is oblivious to your presence, sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, his head thrown back enjoying himself. Your body trembles, your legs clench and your panties soak as your gaze roams over his naked torso and how his hand moves urgently over his cock which is raised and hard, quivering each time his fist tightens over the tip of his length, his other hand squeezes and massages his balls ripping a new grunt from him.

"Fuck..."

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you hear your name again. Your heart races. You want to know what he's thinking. You want to know what he's imagining. Unable to control yourself any longer, you enter the room fully and Daryl finally senses your presence. His eyes widen, his hand releases his obvious erection, though it now loses some intensity as he discovers you there, he quickly tries to cover himself with a pillow as you advance towards him.

"What yer doin' 'ere?" asks Daryl in a nervous voice.

"Are you touching yourself thinking about me?" you reply, you know the answer is yes, but watching him swallow saliva several times you know it's not the first time. "Why?" you see him frown, lick his lips and look down, totally embarrassed and possibly humiliated. He's misunderstanding your question. You don't care on the contrary.

"S-Sorry, I didn't think anyone was..." Daryl stammers.

"You misunderstood me, why would you do that having me for real?" you ask again and his head jerks up in a hurry. "Is that why you avoid me all the time, you like me? At least you're physically attracted to me?"

It's too many awkward questions that you know Daryl is going to be unable to answer, if you weren't in his room, if you weren't cutting him off and he had his pants on, he would have possibly run away by now. He opens his mouth several times to respond, but falls silent, licks his lips, looks at you and looks away again, the light in his room is very soft, barely a candle, but you are sure that his face is red with embarrassment. You advance the few steps that separate you your leg brushes his and he jumps into his own skin when your fingers caress his thigh, leaning forward to look at him more intensely, biting your lip, wanting to hear his response.

"I always thought you hated me, you know? always avoiding me, growling and well sometimes you haven't been very nice either..."

"I'm sorry..." He says again pressing the pillow against his crotch.

"That's why this surprises me, but I'm glad... I'm glad to know that at least I'm not the only one who feels something." You smile again, her eyes grow much wider and you laugh softly, now it's your face that's red. "You don't look at me like that, I'm sure you knew that..."

He says nothing, but his silence is enough for you.

"What were you imagining?" you say to him again. "What would you like to do with me, Daryl?" your voice sounds insinuating, your pupils dilate a little and you bite your lip again. "What would you like me to do for you?"

He can't answer, his words get stuck in his throat, but you get excited every time his eyes roam over your body. Clearly there are many ideas in his mind, but he is unable to express them out loud. Without waiting for him to say anything, you get rid of your shirt, remaining in your bra in front of him. His breathing becomes heavier and you see him licking his lips.

"Ya ain't gotta... ya ain't gotta do this if ya ain't..."

"Daryl, I've been feeling this for you for many years, I'm not feeling obligated to anything, on the contrary, I want the two of us to be honest with each other. If this is what we desire..." You kneel on the mattress beside him, his gaze follows your every move and he does nothing when you pull the pillow away from his crotch to look at him again. His erection has clearly declined, but his size gets you soaking your panties again. "Tell me what you want me to do, Daryl..." You stare at him and he finally seems to react, his pupils dilate, his eyes take on a dark hue and you hear him grunt.

You rest a hand on his chest and lean into him to kiss him. You've barely brushed his lips when his hand clings to the back of your neck and his mouth catches you. His fingers tangle in your hair preventing you from being able to pull away, the kiss grows more intense and Daryl sits up a little on the bed taking control. You gasp against his mouth, his tongue bursts inside, the two of you entangle and he holds you by the waist to sit on his lap. You move your hips, your ass rubbing his cock that hardens again with each rub. You pull away from his mouth and bite down on his chin staring up at him.

"Tell me, Daryl... what were you thinking?"

"Yer mouth..." He whispers still embarrassed, but he's horny too, he's been about to cum just as you've entered his room and now his cock is screaming for attention again.

"My mouth? Do you want me to suck your cock?" you smile as he nods and you let him lie back as you slide down his body.

Slowly, you kiss his neck, his torso, run your fingers and lips over his scars, feel him tense as you bite the skin near his navel and smile in amusement. You circle his cock in your hand slowly caressing its size, watching, biting your lip, how it acquires all its hardness against the palm of your hand, slightly curved, thick tip that begins to leak a trickle of precum. Your tongue brushes against his glans and you hear him sigh, you look up, but don't stop, your lips tighten around his tip, you suck and lick slowly, like candy, Daryl stirs under your body, his hand strokes your hair, you run along its length, as much as you are able to take inside your mouth, you suck and lick, up and down, slowly, taking a comfortable rhythm, holding the gag reflex, your tongue runs all over him, a wet smutty sound with each movement makes Daryl's hair stand on end and his fingers twitch above your head. You feel a small tug on your hair and you stop slowly thinking Daryl wants you to stop, but instead his hips move upward, thrusting against your mouth.

You don't stop him, you relax and still tightening your lips around his cock you let him move his hips up and down, thrusting deep in your throat listening to him gasp and mumble incoherent things, you would love to be able to get inside his mind and find out what he is thinking.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..." He assures you and his hips jerk a little roughly in your mouth.

You stifle a gag, but let him release, he moves faster inside your mouth, you feel the tip of his cock slide deeper, and you close your eyes as he spills into your mouth hearing him snort moving his hips slower, you swallow his cum, run your tongue down his length to the tip and suck one last time before pulling away completely and looking up at him with a mischievous grin. Daryl joins in too, he seems more confident now, he holds your cheeks kissing you intensely but calmly, you open your mouth and brush your tongue over his, giving him a taste of himself. Daryl pulls away, his fingers playing and stroking the strands of your hair as he stares at you and bites his lower lip. You smile and kiss him again giving him cause to relax with you.

"I'm here for you, Daryl...you can do with me whatever you want."

"That...could be anything..." He murmurs without taking his eyes off you.

"I trust you, Daryl." You tell him without looking away either.

"Why? I've never treated ya right, I've always been rough with ya... tryin' to get ya away from me, because when ya were around..." He chews his lip several times.

"What was wrong when I was around, Daryl?" You move a little closer, brushing his lips with yours.

"That I can't control myself, and yer so young..."

"That doesn't matter, Daryl, it never has mattered, it doesn't matter to me... Why should it matter to you?"

He closes his eyes for a second, thinking about it, your words echoing in his ears giving him a chance to hold on to. He growls lightly and kisses you again, intense, eagerly, he lays your body down on his bed and his hands undo the button of your pants slowly pulling it down your legs, undressing you completely. You sigh as you find yourself totally exposed to him, you smile shyly, but at the same time you are eager for him to continue. You feel his lips on your knee and he settles between your legs, his mouth runs over your skin from your stomach to your nipples, he licks and grazes one of them with the tip of his tongue before catching it between his lips and sucking harder drawing a moan of pleasure from you.

"Y'know what... I love when I see ya in yer yellow dress." He whispers suddenly and you look at him in surprise. "Ya always wear it without a bra, no one notices, but sometimes, when yer happy or excited, yer nipples get hard and mark on the fabric." His voice sounds like a husky purr against your ear and your skin crawls, you feel your wetness rise and you try to squeeze your legs together, but Daryl's body between them stops you. "I've always wanted to know what yer skin tasted like, what it smelled like, what it would feel like in my mouth..." He kisses you again before moving down your neck, his mouth lingering on your nipples again, licking your skin until they're completely hard.

You inhale deeply throwing your head back, you bite your lip and moan when he sinks his head between your legs licking your pussy, sucking your clit, he runs his tongue along your folds, with the tip he pushes inside you, tasting your insides, you moan and spread your legs further apart enjoying the pleasure he is giving you. Daryl focuses his mouth on your clit, licking and torturing your sensitive nub as two of his fingers work their way inside your cunt. You wiggle your hips against his fingers and bite your lip controlling your moans. Your fingers tangle in his hair each time his tongue and fingers move in your pussy putting you on edge, crawling into that wave of pleasure that explodes all over your body, you pull on his hair and tighten your legs around his head. You feel Daryl purr again against your folds tasting you again before he slowly joins in kissing your body, moving up to your mouth to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck to hold him against you, both of you kissing with desire, with need, your bodies rubbing together and you moan as you feel his cock hard again, leaving a wet trickle against your skin.

"Daryl, I need you..."

"C'me 're." He grunts and rolls with you, putting you on top of him. "Ride me, show me how ya enjoy my cock, I wanna see yer tits bouncing." Daryl indulges in his own fantasies and his mouth gets a little dirty, but you don't mind, on the contrary, your pussy contracts and you get wetter if possible.

On top of him you position yourself nicely, rubbing your pussy against his cock, moving your hips without taking your eyes off him, just groping him. You lift your hips, Daryl holds the base of his cock as you carefully sit down on it, feeling his pressure on your core, pushing his way in, your walls receive him by tightening around him and you both moan at the same time as his entire length is wedged inside you. Your body trembles, your skin goes goosebumps, your fingers caress his chest and abdomen, you can feel his fingers closing over your hips, his hands caress your skin, your ass, your lower back, they go up to your tits and he squeezes them between his fingers. You moan and move your hips slowly over him, watching his reaction, realizing his fantasy.

"Fuck... so tight... so good, girl..." He mumbles grapping your tits again.

Slowly you increase the speed on him, Daryl stays mesmerized with the movement of your tits every time you bounce on him, however he feels he is not going to hold on much longer so he holds your hips and starts to thrust under you, your bodies meet, his cock pushes deeper, you throw your head back and moan he hits that perfect spot that makes you shudder.

"I'm gonna cum..." He warns you but neither of you stop.

Daryl joins in hugging you, moving you faster, trapping his cock inside you. You both let go almost at the same time, your body trembling against his, Daryl rests his forehead on your shoulder as he empties himself inside you.

Panting, trying to catch your breath, the two of you remain in each other's arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as before and lazily stroke his hair, hear him humming with your caresses, kiss his shoulder and neck, his hands caress your lower back.

"Yer okay?" asks Daryl in a breathy whisper.

"Better than ever." You laugh softly and pull away a little to look at him. "I don't know if this will be just a one night stand, but... I want you to stop ignoring me, to consider me a friend... please." You ask and see him look at you with intensity before shaking his head.

"It ain't just one night... Now that I have ya... I'm ain't gonna let you go." He confesses and a shy smile forms on his mouth. You feel your eyes water, excited and you kiss him.

"I love you..." You whisper against his mouth and his hands tighten in your embrace.

"Me too, girl..."

The End.

I hope you liked it!! Finally it had more fluff than I pretended at first 🤣

See you in the next stories!!

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

"I'm Rick Grimes." He said, leaning against the short wooden fence by her side. The man observed her for a while. Indeed, she seemed honest, her voice, her features, her words. "I doubt he loved Andrea. He tortured her. He took her life." He shook her head. "It was my fault. I was so paranoid. I was cold to her, pushed Andrea away. I should have convinced her to stay." He confessed, his voice sad, the harshness gone for the moment.

"I think he will attack. I hope he doesn't...wouldn't ruin this place...there would be no point. But I...I feel...I feel he wouldn't care. I like to think...he won't..." Rick tensed and curled his shoulders. "Like I said...I don't mind you being from Woodbury. My problem is all that lying and your intentions. I can't let you go anymore." He sighed and facepalmed, his eye looking at her shoulder. He had hurt her. Tortured her, considered killing her. How was him so different from Phillip anyway? Rick felt guilty, she was so young, and he was hurting her. What had he become?

He looked at her face again, observing her features carefully. She seemed a bit pale. Scared. Shit....what did he do? Rick looked away. No...he had to...he couln't take risks...if she intended to betray the group, sell info away, unlock gates, tamper with alarms, poison the water...anything...anything she did at all could be lethal. "I need to keep an eye on you. And Hershel needs to check your wounds every day. Every single minute you're not locked in your cell, you'll be somewhere I can see. If you try anything, I will have to kill you."

Richard was a lot calmer than the day before. His voice still seemed strict, but not as harsh. He begun seeing Lou more like a person and less as an enemy. She was young. And pretty. Why was she fighting for someone like Phillip? She should be with the others. Why did she have to say those things?

"Do you need to eat? Take a shower? Use the bathroom? I can provide that. I won't watch you, but I'll be around." He raised his hand, gesturing as if he were at her disposal, but his eyes still had a certain coldness.

@sheriffgrimes-archerdixon

It was a calm afternoon. Glenn and Maggie had just returned from a supply run, but they weren't on their own this time. Glenn went to talk to Rick and Hershel as soon as he arrived. 'We found her. Her ankle seemed hurt...she was alone and...we just couldn't leave her outside, she would die if she stayed alone.' Maggie seemed to have agreed with the decision.

Rick came closer, as well as Carl, Daryl and Carol, to see the stranger. Carl was quiet, still upset with Rick, upset about losing his mom. Carol also was silent, keeping her thoughts to herself. Rick was observing her quietly and Daryl was frowning.

'Could be a spy. It's dangerous to accept new people now, specially because of those Woodbury guys who still are out there.' Glenn countered. 'But we can't be paranoid about everyone. And we already accepted so many people from Woodbury...and they are all good people.' Hershel also spoke. 'Rick....she's alone and lost. Even if she were an enemy...I think she deserves a chance. Once she gets to know people here, she will want to truly side us, if that is not her intention now...it will be. And as a doctor...I can't deny her help.'

Rick kept staring her, trying to read her, finally speaking. "Fine. Let's take her in and treat her ankle, but we will keep an eye on her. If she messes up, we kick her out. Or lock her up for good". He said that staring deeply into her eyes.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Simply one of those days

***Reader Request***

When - Prison, pre flu outbreak and post Woodbury residents joining

Relationships - fabulously confident Reader x don’t-ever-let-anybody-know-I-like-somebody Daryl

Genre - light and fluffy

TWs - Daryl swears in his head some, and the reader experiences self esteem and confidence issues including that of body image

Pronouns - she/her

Perspective - 2nd person reader, and 3rd person Daryl (same set-up as ‘Guardian Angel?’ but please note that the two stories are unrelated one-shots)

Word count - I keep typing a little too much, apologies y’all.

And thank you for the request!

**story line continued here**

You

A little more, a little more...oof, is this thing is unbelievably heavy, come on, come on…just a little more so it won’t fall! Come on, you can do this! Almost...aw, yes!

The massive box finally slid back enough and you were able to push it all the way. “Lordy, am I strong or what?” you cheer in triumph, bending down to rest your hands on your knees as you lean against the truckbed and pant with relief.

Sasha’s even more out of breath. She’d collapsed onto the ground when her muscles gave out getting that thing into the truck. “Cannot believe we pulled that off. Thank you!”

You toss your hair before insisting, “It’s these thighs, babe, they don’t quit.” But they sure are exhausted.

“Are your muscles shaking like mine are?”

“Oh yeah. Feels fabulous,” you sigh. “No better sensation.”

“Well, I can think of several,” she grumbles, still breathing hard. “Alright, I’m starving. You wanna head back? Whatever Carol was cooking up earlier smelled amazing.”

“Yeah, girl, let’s go eat. We can drive out here again tomorrow,” you agree, grabbing her hand to help her up. “I worked hard to get nice and thick, Sasha, no way am I intending to lose it to some silly apocalypse.”

“I don’t think after this heavy-ass thing that we should pack more in the truck, anyways.”

“We’ll use two or three of the cars tomorrow, this place is a gold mine. Let’s bring Daryl and the newlyweds, obviously, maybe convince Michonne to come along. Really, can you believe how this place is barely looted?”

“It’s wild. Only two walkers in the whole thing, too. You know, I’ll ask Tyrese, too. There’s plenty more heavy stuff in there, and he and Daryl are the two strongest we got.”

“That they are.” And both very pleasing to look at. “We should ask Karen along if Tyrese is coming. Oh. Or,” you pause. You have a fun idea. Pressing your hands together and facing her, you offer, “Since I am obviously going to be there and as we have learned, am so very, very strong...what if I ask that new guy to join us, instead?”

She raises her brows at you before rolling her eyes and getting in the passenger seat. “Y/N. That’s enough.”

Smoothly hopping into the driver’s seat and buckling up, you tease “Robert Stookey is like a sunbeam, and he shines ever so much brighter when you’re around.”

“Good for him. But I don’t trust him enough to come on a supply run, it’s as simple as that.”

“If you insist,” you relent. She is right, thought, you barely know the man. He certainly is a ray of sunshine, though, and he certainly smiles more around Sasha. “But can you blame him, my love? You’re gorgeous.”

After an uneventful ride home during which she relaxes to her Donny Hathaway CD, you stop briefly to siphon fuel out of some old cars to fill up the tank again.

Once you two make it back to the prison gate and are let in, you swing the pickup truck around so that the trunk faces inwards and then back it up slowly so it’s close to the main hub, making sure to sing-song out the window “We have a surprise, everybody! Just you wait!”

Because oh, yes are you about to show off what you’d brought back. And good, there’s Daryl, you’ll need him in a moment. You give him a little wave as you hop out of the driver’s seat.

“Daryl, darling, come over here, please. We’re going to need to borrow your brute strength,” you call to him. “Because look what we have!”

Gleefully flipping open the back window of the camper shell and clicking down the tailgate, you pose with your arms outstretched like Vanna White to display the prize that Sasha and you worked so hard to bring home.

“State of the art, top of the line, hybrid power station! This one was meant to be a floor model because, according to the pamphlet, it wasn’t even due to be released until the end of 2011. We are so lucky it was still boxed up in the backroom.”

“Would’ve been insanely expensive, too,” Sasha states, albeit with less dramatic flare as she chugs a water bottle. “The starting price was $16,000. And that’s before the luxury tax, and without any add-ons.”

“We had to open up a store card to get it, but it was worth it for the discount,” you pretend to whisper to Daryl. To your delight, he snorts and then does that thing you love where he looks down and almost rubs his neck but instead decides to be overly interested in his fingernails, a bolt, or his knife.

Is it terrible that you adore when he gets bashful like that? It’s just so cute coming from somebody so manly, what can you say? And Lordy, that confidence boost it gives you! Not that you of all people need it, but it feels fabulous.

If only he wasn’t a brick wall when it came to your flirting, but c’est la vie. His interests must simply lie elsewhere, so instead, you get an interesting, gruff, muscular friend.

Meanwhile, Patrick and Carl appear to have just jogged over all the way from the pig pen. Last time you came back from a supply run, you’d found a six-pack of Red Bull and gifted it to them. Those two had far too much fun with the caffeine jolt.

Naturally, you promised to keep your eye out for different energy drinks they could try. And you may have just nabbed a five-hour-energy mini bottle for them during the supply run, in fact...

“Whoa! Where did you ladies go to find that?” Patrick asks, wide-eyed and in awe. You love that little nerd, he’s such a gentleman. He’s now telling Carl how “When things started to get...scary, I used my study hall to look up different ways to keep the power on. Just in case things, well, things turned out like they did.” He shrugs and coughs out a nervous giggle. “Um, anyways – this one was one of the best ones! I referenced it in the first draft of my research project.”

“Tell you what, once we get this hulking thing down off the truck and opened up, we’ll give you the info packet and directions.” With a smile, you ask “Will you lead the set up? Rick would be thrilled.”

He stammers a little when he replies, “I-I’d be honored, miss – oh, sorry! – ma’am.”

“Yeah, so, people usually wanna mess those up in the opposite order there, kid,” Daryl grunts, arms crossed, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

You wonder if Daryl knows just how intimidating he is. In the least, it’s impossible that the man doesn’t see how much Patrick looks up to him. Just look at how red the boy’s face is getting! Even Carl appears to be experiencing sympathetic embarrassment...

Hands on your hips, you purse your lips at Daryl before giving Patrick a wink. “I’ll answer to any and all, so long as it’s said as sweetly as you did.”

The kid blinks a few times in confusion before clearing his throat to hide another nervous giggle. Carl nudges him in the ribs while you reach into your jacket pocket.

“Now, boys, before you go, there’s something else I’ll need you to test out.” You look around quickly as if what you’re hiding is contraband, then reveal the energy shot and tap your nose twice. “Go slowly, and if you get queasy or sick from it...” You pause to place a hand on your chest and lean forward. “I’ll deny everything.”

Him

It’s impossible not to smile around this chick. Or to not blush and clam up like an idiot.

The first time they’d even crossed paths, she’d made him laugh.

Well, once she’d determined that he wasn’t about to kill her or otherwise and vice versa.

It was before his group even found the prison. Happened in the middle of the damned woods near a shopping mall. Beth went to fill up her water bottle at a stream and came back Y/N in tow.

Daryl had misread the situation and aimed his bow at her, shouting at Beth to get down. But Y/N had also misread the situation, and before he even his crossbow aimed, she instead threw Beth behind her and shoved Daryl back, aiming her knife at him while telling Beth to run.

“Oh my – put those things away! Daryl, this is Y/N, she’s okay! And Y/N, this is Daryl, he’s part of my group. He can be rough around the edges but he’s good, I promise. See how he got all protective? Let me take you to meet the others!”

And at this, Y/N had immediately eased up, sheathed her knife, and broke into a smile. The woman looked exhausted and was damned filthy, but you’d never guess by the way she carried herself.

After tossing her hair, she’d casually touched his arm (and he didn’t even flinch when she touched him, ain’t that something?), sighed in relief, and said “Thank goodness I didn’t have to fight you with that silly thing. The only thing I want to use a knife for is cutting open a bagel and spreading it with cream cheese.” 

Then, cheerful as ever, she she linked her arm in Beth’s and allowed herself to be lead to the others. “On that note, I have some granola bars left in my bag. Do your people need food, sweet girl? The granola bars obviously can’t tide one over for very long, but they help.”

Daryl just stood there dumb as a box of rocks and watched those two saunter off. He also didn’t realize that he hadn’t moved until T-Dog called his name.

Anyway, yeah, she’s something. Fun, funny, helpful, sweet. And holy shit, man, she’s drop dead gorgeous. And her confidence is so damned sexy.

And, right now, he wished he had the balls to chat with her more or at least apologize for freaking out that teenager, but he had no idea what to say…

Damn, there she goes rummaging the truck for something. Another chance blown. Well, guess I better hop up to unload that big-ass box, the guys are on their way over.

Shit, this thing is enormous. How the hell they get this thing up there by themselves?

And why are you finding that such a turn-on, Dixon? Chill out.

You

Now, where is Carol? You’d brought back a gift for her, too, you just need to grab them from under the passenger seat. Oh, there she is, by the tables. While Daryl hops up into the truck bed to see about getting the power station out, you wave as you walk towards her.

“Hey there, you. Found you a little something I thought you’d like.” You hold out the book and the holster.

“Concealed carry. It’s one of the super inconspicuous ones, I thought it would suit you.”

That woman is a secret badass, mark your words, she just needs some more tools. “As for the book, you’re just getting so quick with a knife! I reasoned you could breeze through this then teach all of us how to do the tricky stuff, that one included,” you gab on, gesturing behind to Daryl.

She truly has been getting skilled with one, though, you’re not lying.

And you do adore that playful little grin she’s making right now. “I could work with this, Y/N,” she offers with a modest shrug.

“You certainly can.” You turn around to check on the power station. Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and Tyrese are all gathered around the truck, with Glenn spotting while the three others carefully bring it to ground-level, muscles straining.

“Is it just me,” you whisper. “Or would this be more fun to watch if they were shirtless?”

She chuckles in good humor and shakes her head. “Wicked thing, you."

“I think of it as admiring the art in a museum. I can appreciate it, but I’m not about to go take the art off the walls. Well, unless I know for certain it’s for sale by the artist and the piece really speaks to me.”

With a little pout, you then think to yourself that it’s such a pity that that one particularly rugged, crossbow-wielding artwork is limited to the museum, because you really do think he’d look fabulous with your décor. But, no matter, you keep standing tall and proud. We each have our tastes, no?

That cracks her up as she gives a little wave to Maggie who’s walking over. “There comes the bride,” she greets her. “Y/N here was just admiring the ‘art,’ so she called it.”

“Maggie has to agree with me, her husband is among the art pieces.” You smile warmly, wondering “How delightful is it to hear people refer to Glenn as your husband now?”

“I don’t think I’ll get tired of it any time soon,” she responds happily. “And he is nice to look at.”

“Thatta girl.”

“I tell you, if I had half the confidence this one does,” Carol comments to Maggie, pointing at you. “I could’ve taken over the world.”

“Oh, you still just might,” you insist. “You’ve got a queenliness about you. I could see you owning a pet tigress and saving countless lives through intrigue and guile. On that note, I’d really adore to plan that library run we’ve been considering.” You clap your hands together. “Alright now, have either of you eaten dinner yet? Sasha and mine’s stomach’s were simply aching out there and I swear mine’s about to eat itself.”

Maggie shakes her head and says “Perfect, I haven’t yet. I’ll grab you both a bowl.”

“Thank you, babe. I’ll go grab Sasha. What about you, mama, have you already eaten?” you ask Carol.

“I did, but I’ll be walking in your direction. I wanna check out that power thingy you girls brought back.”

Carol beside you until you reach where the big box was offloaded, you then stride to where Sasha is chatting with her brother.

“Ready to eat?”

“Am I ever, let’s go. Ty was just telling me how impressed he is by us getting that monster into the truck by ourselves.”

“As well he should be, we’ll both be sore tomorrow.”

“I’m sore already,” she jokes back.

Tyrese holds his hands up. “I tried lifting it on my own just to see how heavy it was. All I’m saying is, I’m glad neither of you threw out your backs.”

“Your baby sister was a firefighter, she knows to lift with her legs,” you sweetly toss behind as you escort Sasha back to the tables.

“But I still got no idea how you managed to finish pushing it up there on your own after the ramp fell, my legs dead-ass gave out,” Sasha tells you.

“I told you, babe, these thighs don’t quit.”

And right when you say this, you find yourself unexpectedly catching the stare of that familiar pair of blue eyes. Lordy, is that man attractive.

So, first you offer a wink at Carol who’s standing by him, then you look back at Daryl straight into those blue eyes of his. “You heard me, Mr. Dixon. See these curves? Form and function, darling.”

Him

How the hell can a person be so damned attractive? Everything about her! And that was the sexiest damn thing she’s ever said. Ever.

Dammit, I’m getting all red, I can feel it. Hopefully Carol ain’t saw it yet. Shit, nope, she did. She’s smirking at me again. I didn’t ask for no wingwoman, Carol.

Aw hell, so is Rick.

At least Y/N is already walking away...c’mon now, don’t stare at her ass, Dixon, it’s rude and creepy. Just go kill some walkers by the fence or something, get your mind off it.

Late the next morning

You

“Ooh, makeup? That’s fun! What made you decide to put some on today?”

Oh right, you should probably answer her. Beth is staring expectantly at you for a reply while you’re just staring into space.

Pasting on a confident expression and mentally getting yourself back ‘onstage,’ you give a little shrug and take a dainty sip of your tea.

“It’s nice to feel fancy every so often, sweet thing. Who needs an occasion?” There, that seemed very like your usual self. Hopefully you didn’t overdo it.

For whatever reason, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Like, it’s possible you’re starting to PMS or maybe it’s just one of those days, but either way, you feel so...low. The only thing on your mind are all the times you’ve failed and all the people you’ve lost.

You feel like a fraud. You don’t like the sound of your voice, the feel of your body, or the way you look – and you’ve managed in a very short amount of time to convince yourself that just maybe, nobody else here likes you either, that they find you repulsive, and that they are only being good to you out of pity.

Nonsense, isn’t it? But you couldn’t get that silly idea out of your head no matter how much you tried to reason to yourself…

First, you skipped breakfast and quietly slipped out to go on fence duty, but instead of feeling satisfied that you were working to keep everybody safe, you felt unfeminine and gross.

So, after washing, you then tried to gussy yourself up with some makeup and a long-sleeved shirt loose enough that it falls off your shoulder in the hopes you’d feel less poorly about yourself.

That didn’t work, either, so you immediately shaved your legs, arms, underarms, and face. That still didn’t work, either, you only felt smoother.

So, after that, you went and snuggled Judith and made her laugh until she grew tired and fell asleep in your arms.

But then, you hyperfocused on how she must’ve fallen asleep only because your body must feel squishy to her, and that made you feel even worse. So, finally you gave up, put her in her crib, and slumped to one of the tables with a book.

The others should be ready soon to drive back to that outdoor rec warehouse, so you’re nursing a mug of wild mint tea and staring into space while Beth reads her book and you read yours.

And now you feel like a clown in your silly makeup.

Him

Something seems a little off about her today. She doesn’t usually sit so hunched over. And at a corner table? Y/N likes to be where the action is.

Is she sick?

Did somebody upset her?

“Hey, you awake?” Oh, real smooth, Daryl.

You

Y/N, back onstage. “Just daydreaming, Daryl.” Clearing your throat and putting your smile back on, you shove your bookmark in and finish your tea as if it were a shot of whiskey, asking him “Ready to go?”

Then you stand up, stretch, and take care of your mug as you say “I didn’t mention it, but they had a good assortment of bolts there for your crossbow, you should stock up.” That sounded like normal-you, right?

“Hey, good morning, guys. Ready to head out?”

“Good morning, Glenn!” Keep it upbeat, Y/N. “I think we’re both all set. You and the missus ready, too?” 

“Yeah, I’m psyched. Sasha said they have portable heated showers?”

“Yes, indeed! Who knew those existed, right?”

He makes a victory fist and mentions “We’re also hitting up this drug store a couple miles from the place you guys found. Maggie and I grabbed what meds were left, but we didn’t have room for the best thing in there: toilet paper.”

Him

She didn’t sing along or sway with the music like she usually does during the car ride. Seemed kinda zoned out.

Maybe she slept bad? She looks great, as always, even with all that junk on her face, but maybe the makeup is to hide the circles?

The only time she really spoke was to ask to share his cigarettes. Her exact words were “May I have one to tide me over? Forgot all about breakfast.” She doesn’t really smoke, though, so that seemed off, too.

Then in that little pharmacy place, when everybody was carrying out packages of toilet paper, he noticed her eye catch something on the shelf. He figured he’d grab whatever it was and bring it back for her. Until he saw what they were.

Why the fuck would she be looking at diet pills? There ain’t nothing wrong with –

–The next thing he knew, he was scooping them all up into his arms and jogging over to the hair color section and dumping them in a pile. No one would be coming to this section, so no one would find them. That shit’s unhealthy.

You

That was odd whatever happened at the drug store. Those pills just vanished. Not that you would’ve necessarily grabbed a bottle or two, but...maybe you were tempted.

Ugh, one of those days, that’s all this is. It’s simply one of those days, Y/N.

On the car trip back to the outdoor goods warehouse, Daryl asked “You feelin’ alright?”

Being in a mood, you berated yourself internally for not having filled in the silence, therefore making things so awkward that even Daryl would try to make polite conversation.

And this threatens to get those tears rolling, so quickly throw out “Would you believe it? I accidentally woke up far too early and thought it would be fun to get myself out of bed right then.” For added effect, you complete this statement with a wave of your hand at how silly that was of you to do.

Him

Everybody uses the excuse that they’re tired when they feel like shit but don’t wanna tell nobody that they feel like shit.

You

As low as you feel today, at least the group is happy with the findings at this place. It’s a great, big, warehouse-style store with hunting goods, camping gear – and a massive part of the store was locked tight and never got picked over during the lootings.

Glenn’s enthusiastic praises, Michonne’s subdued delight, and Daryl’s quiet approval followed by near-drooling when pointed in the direction of the bolts should be enough to spark your mood back up, but it’s not.

Sasha and Maggie are now loitering in the women’s clothing section to browse through what’s there. When they told you to come join them,  all you did on the inside was compare your body to theirs. Then you told yourself that they feel bad for you, which is the only reason they asked. As untrue as that is, you kept thinking ‘well, what if?’

And you couldn’t and still can’t seem to remember that you love your body. It’s strong, it’s soft, it’s womanly. It’s part of you.

So, you declined with a sparkling grin and told them to surprise you instead, feeling yourself swallowing back a heavy lump in your throat as you pretended to wander off with a purpose.

Michonne is browsing the knives, Glenn is in seventh heaven carrying a portable heated shower to the truck, and Tyrese is entranced by the wall of gardening seeds and equipment. You don’t see where Daryl is, but he’s probably upstairs slow-dancing with a package of crossbow bolts around the hunting section.

You were too self-conscious to start packing up the freeze-dried food and MREs, so you ended up uselessly perusing the untouched assortment of life jackets a few aisles down.

And now you’re staring blankly at the life jackets and paddles and are trying not to cry...

Him

Life jackets? We don’t need those...

Still, he decides to not bother her. She probably won’t want to be bothered, maybe she just needs space.

Until he’s grabbed all the bolts he can carry and notices from all the way upstairs that there are dark smudges running down her cheeks.

Okay, time to take this into my own hands, and he resolves to make her smile as he stomps his way to the stairs.

…um...

What the hell can I do to cheer her up, though? There’s gotta be somethin’ in here to show her.

You

Nobody caught you blubbering, thank goodness, and you’d found packages of no-rinse bathing wipes that you used to clean up your face. You had no idea those were a thing for camping, but it makes sense. And they removed your tear-stained, smudged makeup like a champ.

It was nonsensical of you to wear that stuff on your face, anyway. What must people have thought of you? It’s the apocalypse.

For Glenn and Maggie’s wedding it was one thing, and when that baby was born to the Woodbury woman and a little party was thrown, okay. But full-face makeup for no reason?

Oh Lordy, there you go again, assuming people think the worst about you over something as inane as makeup. Ugh, what a day.

“Hey, you okay?”

Whoa, where on earth did Daryl come from? You even dropped the used wipe on the ground.

“What’s that?” he asks, bending down at the same time to pick it up.

“Sanitary camping wipes, they’re like a bath in a bag. Elegant, right?” you attempt to joke.

“Y’look nice.”

...Huh?

You look nice?

Well, if that’s not the very thing a woman wants to hear when her makeup is removed. You’re about to thank him, albeit confused, when he next asks “Can I use one of them? Seein’ you look all fresh makes me wanna scrub up, too.”

Still surprised, you hold out the package to him and don’t need to fake a smile as you share “Well, they feel fabulous. Very refreshing.”

“Mm, they smell good,” he mumbles, and uses two to begin wiping his neck and face – oh, and underarms, too, what a guy. You have to crack up in amusement when he does that.

He looks at you for a second and almost appears to become nervous, but then lightly teases that it’s “A step up from me bein’ all smelly and covered in dirt, right?”

You’re feeling a little more like yourself already, enough to respond “Darling, we’ve been friends long enough that I can be honest and say that you tend to wear dirt very well.”

Though you do hope that wasn’t too much for him. The poor man has that special brand of self-loathing where even genuine good will from others can be seen as suspect.

He gives a quiet little hum and looks at the wipe. “So, you’re sayin’ I should try to put some of this gunk back on?”

Clapping your hands in delight, you forget about how low your self-worth rating feels today and sass back “I have faith some will find its way back on you. Just give it time, handsome.”

He playfully mutters “Stop,” in his shy way as he balls up his used wipes and tosses them. “C’mon, I wanted to show you this thing I found, it’s real damn funny,” he then says, beckoning for you to follow him. “Saw it by the tent section.”

“Well, I’m intrigued. What is it?”

“Patience, Y/N.”

“Oh, Daryl, your cheeks,” you notice. “They’re red! Was that the wipe?”

“Nah, s’just kinda warm in here,” he hurries. Hm. You’re finding it rather chilly in there.

Leading you down the aisles, he must see whatever it is he wants to show you, because he quickly jogs over to a wall display and hides something from it behind his back “Of everybody here, I wanted to show you first. It’s so,” he pauses to crack up, then shakes his head. “You’ll see. Look at this thing.”

Now, you aren’t sure what you’re expecting to be shown, but for Daryl to bashfully present a tubular, curved, funnel-like device being sold as “The Original She-Nis ®!” is not it.

And before you know it, you’re grabbing his arm for support, bent over with laughter. “‘She-Nis?’” you wheeze. “How does this – how does this thing even work? Does one just unzip and shove it under there, or?”

Face redder than ever, he cracks up again and shyly responds “I guess? Ain’t like I got the right parts to test it out for ya.”

“‘No more crouching and spilling when nature calls!” you read off the package in between belly-laughs. “‘Easy and discrete!’ How is this purple thing ‘discrete?’”

Him

He can feel how red his damned cheeks still are. But hell yes, it’s so good to hear her laugh, she ain’t done it all day. And that he is the one who made her laugh...it makes him stand up a little straighter.

“Joke’s on you, Daryl, I’m bringing these back,” she chuckles, still holding his arm. He really liked it when she did that kind of thing. It didn’t make him feel uncomfortable, just felt natural.

“Yo, guys, what’s up?” Glenn calls out. He’s jogging over. Good, that kid’ll love this shit, too.

With some pride, he sees Y/N wipe her eyes from laughing so hard when she exclaims “Daryl, show him!”

You

After Glenn howls out with laughter at that truly unique bit of camping gear, he grabs it and a second one at your request to show to Michonne (“It’s perfect, we were just talking about not enjoying having to crouch to pee in the woods!). He then races off to show Maggie, shouting “Dude! Wife! Check this thing out, it’s hilarious!”

You rub Daryl’s arm a few times before you let go and wipe your eyes one last time.

“M’glad you’re smiling again,” you hear him mumble.

“What?” You cock your head and twist your expression into a wry grin. “I smile all the time, silly man.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it, he finally puts his hands in his pockets and says, “I was just, dunno, worried you’re havin’ one of those days. Ain’t seemed like yourself today.”

You look down and swallow. For all his rough edges, you know Daryl has a soft heart, you’ve seen it. But still, it’s very...uncommon for him to display it like this.  

“Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” you quietly admit. “We're all familiar with those days where our sense of self-worth seems to malfunction, no?” Then you decide to lightly tease in the hopes of making him smile, too. “I must not have I not flirted with you enough today.”

Daryl scratches his neck and shakes his head, grinning. “I missed that, too,” he murmurs. Now he’s digging the toe of his boots around like he does when he’s nervous. “Just – whatever bad stuff’s goin’ through your head right now, it’s bullshit. Alright?”

Now truth be told, you obviously aren’t normally one to get flustered. But at this, you have the most wonderfully warm sensation in your chest and cannot help but light up into a wide, bright, school-girl smile.

And it doesn’t dim one iota when he suddenly inhales in recognition of how vulnerable and nurturing he’d just been, then grunts “I gotta, I got to, um. I’m gonna go –”

“Now, wait a moment,” you croon, sliding your arm around his before he can scurry away and hide. True, you’re in his friendzone, but you already feel so much better that you remember that’s fine! We each have our tastes, and you are fabulous regardless.

“I’m not being emphatic when I say that this is the best I’ve felt all day, Daryl. Thank you.”

And with that, you feel a surge of confidence as you gently cup his face with your free hand and give him a small peck on the cheek.

Him

You

Oh dear, was that too much? It looks like he’s stuck, as if he’s buffering. Okay, it’s time to direct this sweet man to a task.

Him

Holy. Shit. Yes.

“Daryl?”

Whoa, when did she get over there? Aw, and she’s not holding his arm anymore. Hot damn, that smile, though. I fuckin’ love that smile. I’m so glad she’s smiling again, I could stare at it all day.

And her confidence is so damned sexy! She’s thoughtful, she’s fun, she’s strong, she’s gorgeous –

“Daryl,” she repeats. “Come on now, handsome, we’ve still got work to do. Let’s you and I get some of those fire log packages to the truck, okay? I wanna see those muscles of yours in action.” His pulse flutters when she does that hair toss thing he loves so much, and then she turns her head back toward him. “Just try to keep up with me, alright? ’Cause like I said before: all this is form and function.”

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you never thought you were tbe jealous type until you got jealous over daryl talking to carol — his mother figure.

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader, no carol slander allowed on this blog 😤 short and sweet!

‘Jealousy is a sin’

The sentence was repeated several times throughout your youth by the religious hellions that were scattered throughout your childhood neighbourhood. Your mother was quite religious herself and often drilled whatever passage she was reading that day into your head.

The thought always came back to you when you felt jealous in the past and just as it is now, it pisses you off. You have a right to be jealous! He’s your boyfriend and possibly one of the last handsome men left on this Earth and you’re not going to let him slip between your fingers.

“You’re gonna burn a hole through her head” Michonne, a woman whom you had crossed paths with when the Greene’s farm had become overrun comments with a straight face. You’ve been with her long enough to know that she’s secretly smirking, finding humour in your strange behaviour.

You’ve been lent back on the cold concrete of the wall for a while now with your arms crossed over your chest. Your closed-off posture signifies your unhappiness at the sight of Daryl seemingly laughing up a storm with Carol. Although in his case, laughing up a storm means allowing a short chuckle to break free from the confines of his lips.

“Shut up” You hold her gaze for no more than a few seconds but in the short time of letting your frown fall from your face, only then do you feel the apparent tension in your forehead caused by the deep furrowing of your eyebrows causes you to relax your face.

“I don’t get why you’re jealous, she’s like..ancient” Michonne retorts, making you snort. Her sense of timing regarding humour never fails to make you laugh. You hate her for it since she used it as a way to make you less mad at her during the period the two of you travelled together. That was a short period though. Maybe two to three weeks max due to a herd separating you both.

“I dunno..Okay?” You use your foot as leverage to push yourself off of the wall. You can’t stand to leave the two laughing alone anymore so you put on your best happy face (customer service face) and make your way over to the two.

As you’re coming into earshot you still can’t grasp what they’re laughing about but Daryl seems pretty happy himself.

He’s hiding a smile under his hair as he (weirdly attractively) licks his fingers clean of the juice from the meat he was eating. Carol smiles too, having calmed herself down from whatever the two were laughing about.

“What are you two ladies laughing about?” You try your best to laugh about the situation and defer your feelings of jealousy from clouding your judgement incase you said something you’d later regret.

“Oh, you’re going to think we’re awful for this but that Patrick kid..” Carol trails off as her eyes dart around to find the said boy.

“He’s a nerd, right?” You ask, hoping to answer the reason why she's laughing. She nods quickly, covering her hand with her mouth to try to hide the smile that tugs at her lips.

Daryl hums as he wipes his hands on his jeans, using his free — and hopefully clean — hand to tug you to his side via your shoulder. You topple over you feet slightly but find your balance as you use his body as a wall to regain your posture.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I gotta go read to the kids” She announces, leaving her dirty paper plate on the building stack of used ones. She’s off as quickly as she finishes her sentence, disappearing into the sea of ex-Woodbury civilians.

You watch her disappear, ensuring she’s really gone to where she said she’d be.

“Wha’s up wit’ ya?” He asks gruffly, clearing his throat as his voice becomes rough from the lack of water he’d been drinking; Not that it wasn’t already.

You tense slightly, shrugging his arm off of your shoulder “Nothin’”

“Ain’t ‘Nothin’, yer’ acting weird” He observes. You look away, staring at all the couples scattered around the fields. A few feed each other little bites of their food and others laugh gleefully together and share small kisses.

Your lips purse as you look back at him. He’s already staring at you with a straight face. His skin had become sun-kissed that past few days due to the longer time he spent hunting in the woods to feed the newcomers. The dirt scattered on his face makes his eyes look brighter which makes them feel as if they’re looking at you with more intensity than what he means to.

It makes you feel small, inferior. Maybe even stupid for feeling the way you do.

“I just..” You’re hesitant, unwilling to see his possible reaction. You know Michonne’s watching you too. As recluse as she likes to be she still enjoys to hear other people’s drama. (As long as it’s lighthearted)

“I guess I feel jealous” You shrug, shoving your hands into the pockets of the oversized jacket hanging from your frame. Scavenging for clothes your size was hard, especially since you’ve lost so much weight since the start of the undead takeover. Anything you thought would have fit you was now a size too big.

“Jealous?” He repeats rhetorically. You know yourself Daryl see’s Carol as a maternal character. Ever since the day they’ve met he’s been trailing after the woman like she was own mother. He looks to her for guidance.

“Yeah” You confirm, nodding slightly as you look at your feet. You never took note of how scuffed your shoes are until now. You need a new pair ASAP before your current ones fall apart the next time you need to run.

Daryl stands idly, balancing his weight between the two of his feet. His eyes waver slightly as he processes your prior words.

“Why?”

“I dunno. Just am” You kick at the rocks sitting in the dirt under you feet. You can’t see his face, but from the way his shadow moves you know he’s feeling a bit awkward.

“Ya don’ have ta be. Only like ya” He admits, placing his calloused hand on your head. The action comforts you and how you feel. You know it’s his non-verbal way to confirm his truth.

And just like that. Suddenly Carol isn’t the worst person in the world.