#Rosita daydream

[sinsandsweetness]

Hi, lovely!! This is for your celebration: My idea is something sweet and nsfw with the reader + Rick and Rosita or even Daryl and Rosita. Maybe even with a soft, feminine!reader like you’ve done before with Rick?

Choose whatever in there sparks your imagination, I’ll swoon either way ;)

- writella ♡

cw- 18+, overstimulation, mommy + daddy kink (sorry… i physically couldn’t even help myself)

“You havin’ fun down there?” Rosita asks as her knees dip into the mattress. Sticking an arm out to ruffle up Rick’s hair.

The man between your legs stops what he’s doing to turn his head. Resting his cheek on your thigh for a moment as his eyes flutter from the tingly feeling of her hand in his hair.

“Mhm, just cleanin’ up the mess you made,”

He smirks up at her while her nails scratch lightly at his scalp, down to his neck and to squeeze his shoulder. With a deep sigh, he turns back to press hot, wet kisses on your inner thigh. Right along your bikini line, adding to the scatter of hickeys the two of them seem to be silently competing on.

“The mess that I made?” She plops down on the bed next to you, clean hand towel ready to wipe up the pearly white ropes that are coating your lower stomach.

He huffs a little laugh, propping up on his elbows, hands grabbing the sides of your hips as he leans to press a wet kiss on your incredibly over sensitive clit. Earning a whiny sound from you and an involuntary twitch out of your core.

“You just can’t get enough of her can you?”

“Never,” he’s talking to Ro but he’s looking up at you. Pretty blue eyes, glimmering right between your legs. And you can’t say there’s a sight you enjoy more. Maybe if the woman beside you were right there next to him. But she’d already had her turn.

“How’s she taste?” Rosita leaves a few sweet pecks on your shoulder as she wipes your stomach off. Cleaning you up. You turn to face her and catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“Like candy,” Rick mutters from between your legs. Tongue now flat on your clit. Though you aren’t sure you can even come again. He’ll try until you find out that you can. He knows you’re pretty worn out. Having been fucked by both of them with a combined average of three orgasms each. You probably could use a break.

“You don’t think she’s had enough for the night? Seems about ready to fall asleep…” she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, smoothing your hair out of your face and smiling sweetly at your fucked out state. Hazy eyes and whimpery little moans stuck in your throat.

“She can tell me if she wants me to stop.”

“Yeah, but you know that she won’t…”

They have a habit of doing this. Talking to each other like you aren’t there. And sometimes it feels like you aren’t. High enough off your own pleasure that you seem to leave their presence for a moment. But most of the time you’re there. And you can’t help but love it when they talk about you. So much love and tenderness in their tones. Even when they bicker, it’s always in good fun.

“You want me to stop, sweet girl?” He asks, pausing to look up at you.

You exhale with a moan, gently shaking your head on the pillow, hands going down to lace in his chocolatey curls.

You can practically hear Rosita’s eyes roll. Accepting defeat against her only competition in the world.

“Alright… I’ll make sure you get some rest after, baby. Just one more for us. You can do that, right?” She’s sitting up next to you now, hand on your jaw, making sure you look at her. That you give her a real answer.

“Mhm, one more,” you nod. Assuring her that you can. You always can.

“You wanna give mommy one more, too?” Her voice is low and sultry and you can feel Rick pause for a split second to watch as she swings a leg over, straddling your chest.

You don’t even answer. Just start nodding and sticking your tongue out for her to use. One hand still on Rick's head and the other going to Rosita’s ass, pulling her forward and on to your mouth.

“Atta girl. So eager to please, aren’t you?”

You moan into her cunt as you start to suck and lap at her clit, up and down and just the way she likes it. The way that always makes her hips start to rock while she tries her best not to completely take over and ride your face.

“Fuck,” her thighs tremble against your hold, likely just as overstimulated as you are, but clearly a little better at hiding it. “Mommy’s gonna come all over your face, princess. You gonna do the same for daddy?”

You squeeze her ass hard. It’s your way of saying ‘yes, ma’am’ through crescent shaped marks left on her beautiful skin. She knows that you’re going to. With Rick’s mouth on your cunt and her’s on your face… she doesn’t even need you to answer. They’ll be lucky if you can even last two minutes. But oh, how she loves to feel you moan right against her. A pleasant confirmation of how drunk you are off of them. How much you absolutely love being their pretty, little plaything.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Daryl, helping Y/N home after a little too much to drink at the party: You're gonna regret all this tomorrow.

Y/N, slurring and stumbling: Take me to Rosita's house.

Daryl, confused: How come?

Y/N: Cause Daryl's home, he doesn't like parties.

Y/N, before Daryl can correct her: And if I see him right now, I'm gonna ask to use his face as a chair.

Daryl, turning several shades of red: ...

Daryl: Rosita's, it is then.

[writella]

Daryl Dixon Masterlist

Listed are all my stories for Daryl Dixon of The Walking Dead.

Daryl Dixon— archer, leader, brother, uncle, friend— independent, stoic, instinctual, discerning, reserved, intimidating, fiercely loyal, caring.

— “All of us, together… we’ll be their worst damn nightmare.” (8x09)

Stories:

Key— mature - ♡, sweet - ౨ৎ, suggestive - ✿— (all stories have sweetness though :)

Go to Sleep: Daryl and the reader explore a new way of trying to help you get to sleep. ♡

Working It Out: The group has been on the road for months— starving, distraught, and frankly, getting sick and tired of each other. After an argument about how to proceed, Rick decides they should split up to take a break from one another. You and Daryl go off into the woods, but what was supposed to be a silent search for food turns into a loud breaking point. ♡

— + Part Two ➳ It's Always Been Like This ♡

Trinkets; The Gifts of Gold He Gave You: A detailed record of all the special objects Daryl has found for you while hunting, riding, supply gathering, and living in the various places he has in the new world. These objects often lead to sweet moments of kindness, joy, and understanding between the two of you, deepening your connection. Although they are things others might not think much of— they were simply small gestures or trinkets after all— you believed these memories and mementos to be gifts of gold; they would shine in your mind forever onward. ౨ৎ

Before We Leave: Here’s one about you sitting all sweet on Daryl’s lap and giving you all the kisses. (Inspired by this dating headcanon by logansbaby.) ♡

A Different Kind of Ride: Reader wants to try something different with Daryl tonight. ♡

Daryl Dixon Daydreams List via Wonder with Writella

My headcanons or any short form / requested work:

It'll Be Okay: Daryl and the reader comfort and embrace each other after a stressful day. ♡

The Little Things: Daryl's acts of service through giving the reader little treasures. ౨ৎ

Rocking the Boat: A search for guns with a broken canoe that leaves Daryl and the reader soaked, holding onto each other for dear life. ♡

Nicknames: Reader teases Daryl by calling him nicknames. ♡

A Little Help: Some fun with Daryl and Rosita. ♡

Homework Break: Daryl comes home midday and you allow him to distract you from your work with kisses. ✿

[dixonsgirl93]

Shirt

Daryl x reader

Context: You and Daryl are out on a run. You’d been killing walkers and Daryl was covered in blood. You raid a house and find clothes as well. As you sit to look over your pickings, Daryl changes out of his bloody shirt

I sat down on a stool, plonking my bag in front of me to look at what we’d picked up. I was examining a pocket knife when a soft grunt made me look up.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Daryl lifting the shirt over his head but the peak of hair above his belt made my heart stop. I watched as more and more of his skin showed. He turned his back to me when it was halfway off, to grab the other shirt he found.

My breathing stopped when I saw his scars. Long and dark, decades old. I had the sudden urge to touch them, delicately run my fingers over each one. Would his skin be soft? Are there light hairs I’d only know about if I touched him?

It took too long for me to come out of my daydream to realise Daryl was already changed and now looking down at me.

He smirked when I reached his eyes and I blushed and looked down, shaking my head to make my hair cover my face.

“Like what ya see?” He chuckled, discarding his old shirt. The new one was also black, long sleeved.

“You wish.” I joked but watched as he rolled the long sleeves up his elbows. I felt his eyes on me but I didn’t care. He was fine as hell and I wasn’t sure I’d get such eye candy again.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed. “You wanna fuck me just say.” I blushed hard at his words. It was the first time something like that had been said between us. There had always been a thick sexual tension between us. Rosita and Carol always joked about it but for years nothing happened. Maybe we were both too scared to make a move. I didn’t know.

“Who says I wanna fuck you?” I laughed and looked up into his eyes. He was a few feet away but in that moment he may as well have been inches. My heart raced.

It was a moment before he answered, just looking back at me. “Your eyes.” He said.

“My eyes?”

He nodded, never taking his eyes off mine.

“Even right now, you’re eye-fucking me.” He laughed. I looked away, blushing and smirking.

“I have no control over what my eyes do.” I muttered, fidgeting with the pocket knife still in my hand.

“Then say the words. Say you don’t want me and I’ll believe you.” He took a step closer and I looked back up at him. His face was virtually unreadable, save for the intensity at which he was looking at me.

I didn’t wanna lie but no words left my mouth either.

“Told ya.” He picked up his bag and crossbow and went to leave. “Come on.”

[enid-rhees]

eyes up here | Rosita Espinosa x Fem!Reader

summary: you can’t help but stare at Rosita’s lips every time she talks to you. one day, she finally realizes it.

genre: friends to lovers :)

warnings: some suggestive stuff but not too much.

A/N: i fucking love Rosita y’all . reminder that requests are OPEN for Rosita and everyone else i write for. if you want to request, read pinned!

you were planting more seeds and watering the ones that were already planted. they mostly consisted of fruits and vegetables. with a huge empty space in Alexandria, it was converted into a garden for stuff like this. you took care of it the most.

with the sun beating down right on you, you felt like you were about to burn to a crisp. your hat wasn’t doing much help to shield your head as sweat dripped down you like crazy.

after you dug the final hole, placed the seeds in and gave it a bit of water, you fell back onto the grass, trying to catch your breath. you took your hat off, placing it directly on your face.

“well, what do we have here?” you heard a voice. you took the hat off your face, above you stood Rosita.

you chuckled, “me dying in the heat.” you answered. she reached her hand out for you to grab. you took her hand and she pulled you up. “did you finish planting them?” she asked.

“yeah, it’s all done.” you breathed out. as Rosita looked over the garden, you couldn’t help but admire her.

you couldn’t lie that you had a crush on Rosita. she was everything; extremely beautiful, brave, not at all afraid to take down anything in her way. she was everything to you.

“what are you doing after this?” Rosita asked you. you thought for a moment, “not sure. only thing i had planned today was this.” you responded, gesturing towards the field of plants.

“wanna come by my place for a bit? i have a bottle of wine and maybe i can cook some-“ your eyes slipped down to her lips as she spoke. it was hard not to get distracted by them, it always happened.

part of you dreamed about finally kissing her. what it would be like to have her hands run down your body, stopping on your waist and pulling you closer to her.

you’ve daydreamed about the way she would kiss down your neck, or leave small little hidden marks that only she could-

“hey, eyes up here.” Rosita snapped her fingers, bringing you back to reality. your face burned as she smirked over at you. “distracted?” she asked.

“i- i uh,” you stuttered over your words, not knowing what to say. it was too late to come up with an excuse, she had finally caught you.

Rosita walked closer to you and you felt your heart speed up. her hands slowly made their way to your waist and she held you close. at this point, your heart was racing a million miles a second.

she leaned her head closer to you, your lips only centimeters apart. she was teasing you. “is this what you want?” she asked, eyelashes batting up at you.

“yes.” you responded with a shaky breath. she finally closed the gap between you two. you held onto her face as you two kissed.

you didn’t know how long it had gone on for, but it was long enough for you guys to be out of breath when you pulled away. she still kept you close against her, hands tightening around your waist.

“still wanna come back to my place?” she asked with a teasing smile. you mirrored the smile, “of course.”

[emswritingsstuff]

can you plz do rosita x fem reader in a situationship and reader starts to get feeling with just a lot of angst and maybe fluff

this was a lot less angsty than what i hoped but i'm still pretty pleased with the outcome

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Casual (Rosita Espinosa x Fem! Reader)

WC: 1K

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The door to your room softly closed, the light footsteps fading as they got farther from your door. Looking over to the alarm clock next to your bed, it was way past 4am by now. You laid there, alone, cuddling with an extra pillow to try and fill the hole that was left. Everytime Rosita left like that it hurt, not even a goodbye or a kiss. 

You knew everything between you both was casual, all these nights together just being flings. Well maybe to her. All the signals in your brain were telling you there had to be something more, but you knew that wasn’t the case. 

It was impossible for you not to develop feelings; she was so beautiful. Inside and outside, showing you so much care when you both were together. You both had been friends prior to all the new relationship you both have gotten yourselves into, and you had massive feelings for her then as well. 

Both of you spent the first night together a few days after Abraham broke it off with Rosita. She told you she didn’t want to be alone, and she found comfort in you. And one thing led to another, and you slept together, both of you feeling more loved in that moment than ever. 

The whole situation felt so weird though, she would still just act like nothing happened the day after. Both of you didn’t want to make a big deal with this, but it hurt you to see her be so distant when you both were with the rest of the group. You had felt empty, all up until Rosita came around. She had made you feel whole. 

You were in love; you couldn’t deny it. But you knew she didn’t feel the same. Right? She never showed it, maybe only during the night. Those times didn’t count to you though. The intimacy wasn’t enough for you. You wanted the cute dates, the hand holding on the sidewalk, the discreet but public kisses. Everything you wanted was out of your reach, because it wasn’t what she wanted. 

Angry, you felt so angry. Not only at the situation, but at yourself. You had let this continue on, you loved being with her. But not when she would almost treat you almost like an object constantly. Taking one good look at yourself in the mirror, you breathed in. Preparing yourself to finally confront Rosita about how you felt. 

Your mind had begun to race. Rosita’s possible reaction plaguing your mind. You didn’t want to lose her completely, but you also couldn’t keep doing this nightly dance.

You waited for the time to pass, laying in bed and letting yourself daydream about what your future could be like. But you quickly had to shake those thoughts away to not get your hopes up. A light knock alerted you up and you went to your door to be met with Rosita. Once seeing you her face cracked into a smile as you let her into your room. 

God her smile was addicting, she was addicting. You couldn’t get enough. Once the door was closed she was quick to capture you in a kiss, letting you relax a bit. You snapped back to reality after a few minutes of making out, lightly pushing Rosita away and catching your breath. 

She looked at you with a confused but sympathetic look. “What's wrong? Did I do something?” You shook your head rapidly, speaking up “No, um, I don’t know,” standing up, you started pacing back and forth. Playing with your hands rapidly, you were trying so hard to collect your thoughts. You could tell she was nervous too, her words pierced through your hyperactive brain and brought you back to what was happening. 

“(Y/N), speak to me, please,” she was begging to know what was wrong and you felt so bad for waiting so long to finally bring this up. You took in a shaky breath and finally spoke. 

“I can’t keep doing this anymore Rosita,” finally letting out all the emotions you had built up over these past few months. You felt the tears start to roll, but you managed to keep your composure to keep saying what you had to. “Can’t keep doing what?” She asked, genuinely confused on what you meant.

“This! I feel empty all the time. You act like we’re practically strangers around everyone else and like these nights mean nothing. I thought this was more than just a 'friends with benefits' situation but I was wrong. And I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner but-” Your words were cut off by Rosita pulling you into a hug and squeezing you tight. 

That's when the dam broke and you just bawled into her shoulder. You didn’t know how you could be so upset with her but also find so much comfort. It was like that for a bit until she separated from you sitting you both down on the bed. You kept sniffling and wiping your face. 

After coming down you breathed in, “I just want you to love me.” Rosita then grabbed your face with her gloved hand and caressed it. “I do love you,” her saying that caused you to shake your head and remove her hand from your face. 

“You don’t, and I know you don’t because you never show it. Don’t lie to me to make me feel better.” That stung to say, but it's how you felt. And her reaction told you it stung her as well. Out of anger you moved on your bed to lay down and face away from her, not even wanting to look at her.  

Rosita's shaky voice filled the room as she spoke up, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t admit my feelings. I was scared of losing you if I got too close.” That wasn’t an excuse, but an explanation which you had appreciated. 

“What can I do to prove that I love you?” You just shrugged still not looking at her. You felt her sit down on the bed, you turned to her just staring off. You got her attention and patted the spot next to you, letting her know she can lay down too. 

“I’m still upset, but if you take me on a genuine date. It would be a good start.” She flashed you a sad smile and held your hand. Staring at you lovingly, and gave her the same looks back. Maybe this could work out for both of you. 

God, you hoped it would. 

[holdmytesseract]

New Old World [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy Dixon

Summary: Being stranded in the Commonwealth changed the life for you and your little family. Adjusting to this new, yet old world wasn't easy. Neither for you, nor Daryl and certainly not for Teddy...

Warnings: Alternative Ending/Different Timeline! TWD things? fluff, talks of babies, swear words, Daryl being the smol insecure bean he is, age gap

Set in the Commonwealth!

Word Count: 3,2k

a/n: This story is part of the EoH universe, but has an alternative ending with a different timeline. 🤗

Tagging: (in the comments ☺️)

Life in the commonwealth was strange - and yet so familiar. It felt like getting thrown into another dimension. Another world. Well, perhaps it was normal to feel like this after five years of fighting for survival every day in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. You had seen every cruelty this world had to offer and now... Suddenly you landed in this community, where the most people's worry wasn't the undead anymore, but how to… earn money? It felt wrong and nevertheless you couldn't deny that it was somehow... right.

Two strong, yet soft hands on your waist ripped you out of your thoughts and daydreams. "What yer thinkin' about, sunshine?" You smiled at hearing the gravelly, loving voice of your husband from behind you. Reaching up your hand, you buried your hand in your lover's hair. It had grown so much the past years. The dark brown strands reached in soft curls over his shoulders by now - and you absolutely loved it. "Just about this... What we have here..." The answer you got was nothing more than a low grunt. You knew Daryl didn't trust this place yet - and you understood why. Money, jobs, restaurants and Halloween? Oh please...

But on the other hand... A piece of normalcy and not fighting the dead, other people and death itself was what you all wanted - and it broke your heart that Alexandria couldn't be that for you at the moment.

"I still dunno 'bout all this... Feels... weird." You nodded. "I know, but... Until we can go back home, let's make the most out of it, yeah?" Daryl didn't answer, just huffed out a breath. Not unusual for the man who didn't need much words. Instead, he gently moved; went to press your back against his chest - which felt hard and not really comfortable, like you noticed instantly. Turning in his embrace, you realised why... Daryl wore his commonwealth uniform. Right, you remembered. Your man had suddenly a job again and was working. "Are you off to work, cutie pie?" You witnessed, how Daryl's cheeks reddened softly at your chosen pet name. "Yeah... Jus' wanted to say goodbye, 'fore I leave." You nodded; scanning his handsome face with your eyes. He had grown over the years - of course. Got even more mature and responsible-minded. You sensed major DILF energy radiating from him.

"How sweet of you," you said, leaning closer to place a soft, quick kiss on his lips. "Have fun - I guess, and don't let yourself get stressed so much. I know Sebastian Milton is an asshole, but you and Rosita will make it. Think about picking Teddy up from school with your cool stormtrooper armour. He's going to lose it - and he'll be so proud, seeing his dad being one of the 'cool soldier guys'."

School... Another crazy thing. Sure, you tried to teach Teddy a few things and there had been a lot of small education thingys in the past five years. Be it in the prison or Alexandria. It had always been there but this? This was a whole other thing. This was a real school. With real teachers and actual classes. Something you hadn't seen in over seven years.

"Ya think so?" You smiled and gently scratched his slightly grey goatee; feeling the hairs tickling your fingertips. "I know so." You then stood on your tiptoes, in order to involve Daryl in another loving kiss. But a firm knock on the door of your sparse, small apartment caused you to jump apart; ending the kiss way too early. "Daryl?" Rosita's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "We gotta go!" You sighed; wrapping your arms tighter around your husband's neck. "Seems like duty calls..." "Mhm..." Daryl grumbled and turned his head towards the door. "'M comin', Rosita!" He lifted his hands to your arms, trying gently to loosen them from around his neck - but you kept on holding on; not budging. "I gotta go, sunshine." You pouted, but eventually let go of him. "I know, 'm sorry. But I promise, I'll be back soon." You nodded and watched with crossed arms, how Daryl grabbed his helmet; ready to leave. "What are you up to today?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I dunno. Perhaps I'll visit the rest of the fam." Daryl nodded; knew of course what you meant, and walked towards the door. "I love you. Be careful, yes?" "Love ya, too. Don' worry. I always am. 'Sides, Rosita's gonna hold me back from doing some stupid, headless shit." With those words, he opened the door and marched out. It stayed long enough open for you to see your friend. "Hey Rosita!" You waved at her. "Y/N," the black-haired beauty answered; smiling at you, before the door fell in its hinges.

While your son was at school and your husband at work (It still sounded crazy in your head.), you spent the whole morning with cleaning up the apartment - which mostly consisted of collecting Teddy's small carved artworks. Since his father showed him how to carve something (mostly spears to hunt fishes or other weapons to defend himself) out of wood, he was obsessed. Whenever the opportunity was given, you'd find the boy sitting somewhere underneath a tree - or even up in a tree (the safer option), carving. He practiced year after year and by now, he was really talented. If Teddy just wouldn't leave his little figures and weapons laying all around the apartment...

After that, you decided to take Dog out for a walk. The fluffy Belgian Malinois with the brown-black fur was a faithful companion of your little family, since the day Daryl brought him back from a hunt. Teddy fell for him immediately anyways, so... And as much as Teddy loved Dog, Dog loved Teddy in return. They were a great duo.

"Dog, come on, let's go out. Time for walkies." Dog's ears perked up at your mention of 'walkies'; head lifting. "Come on!" You tapped your thigh - which was his sign to literally jump up and run to you. You giggled; petting and scratching the fur behind his ears. "Let's go." You opened the door and out Dog ran. He was a very loyal and well-behaved animal. Daryl had trained him well. He'd never run off or leave your side - unless he had a good reason.

It was quite a beautiful day today. The commonwealth was bustling with people. Some of them working, some of them enjoying their day off. You hadn't a specific destination in mind, when you took Dog out. Most of the time, Dog decided on where to go. Today, the faithful Malinois led you to a very good friend of yours. A member of the family - without a doubt...

Dog already saw him from afar, grooming a white-brown patchy pony. Dog announced his - and your presence with a loud bark. The man with the black, greyish dreadlocks turned on his heels at the sound. A smile crossed his features, as he saw you and your four-legged companion approaching. Dog ran up to him; tail wagging in excitement. Ezekiel squatted down, in order to welcome Dog. He literally jumped Ezekiel; paws landing on the King's shoulders, causing the man to laugh heartily. Dog liked Ezekiel and Ezekiel Dog. There was no doubt about this. It was fact.

You came to stand beside the pair; Dog still enjoying Ezekiel's petting. "Hey Ezekiel." The King straightened; stood up again, in order to properly face you - much to Dog's disappointment. "Greetings, Y/N. What a pleasure to see you! Tell me, what brings you to my modest, little farm?" You shook your head, smiling. "Dog decided to bring me here. I think he wanted to visit you. Nevertheless, it's great to see you, too." Once again, the man laughed, scratching Dog's head in an affectionate manner. You adored Ezekiel. You really did. He was always so positive. A true ray of sunshine. A very kind man - and now, here at the commonwealth, he was able to do what he loved again... Being a zookeeper.

"How are you feeling today?" You asked him then, referring to his medical condition. "Oh, I'm feeling great, Y/N. Thank you. Better every day." "That's really great and reassuring to hear." He nodded; one hand still petting Dog, who was sitting beside the man now. "Well, if it wouldn't have been for Carol and Tomi, I probably wouldn't be walking this earth anymore as a living man." "That's why we are all a big family. We help each other." The King nodded, "Truer words have never been spoken, dear friend." giving you one of his brilliant smiles. "How is Teddy doing in school? Carol told me he had quite a rough start?" You sighed, nodding. "Yeah, he had... It was after all the first time for him to go to a real school. Sure, he had his friend, Nick. But unfortunately, Nick is in a different class. So many new children and all so much different from him - and Nick. Most of them weren't on the road. Anyways not as long as we were. He never had an easy time adjusting to new, different things. He was quite afraid of attending school."

The corners of Ezekiel's mouth twitched into a small smile. "Well, this sounds to me quite like someone else we know..." You understood that reference, of course. Both, you and Ezekiel knew exactly who you were talking about. You giggled; shrugging your shoulders. "Like father..." "...like son." The King finished your sentence, laughing. "Well, I hope Teddy is able to adjust soon." "I hope so, too. Just have to give him some time..." The man nodded. "I'd say so, too. If you're looking for a little distraction for him, you are more than welcome to send him - and Nick over to me. I promised Teddy to teach him how to ride a horse already quite a while ago. Now, I finally have the time - and opportunity." "Sure, I am definitely going to do that. Thank you." He smiled; nodding. "Of course."

While you were still out with Dog, walking through the whole commonwealth, Daryl made his way to the elementary school, in order to retrieve his son. After all, he had promised him - and since Daryl went to school directly after his shift, he was still dressed in his commonwealth armour. The archer was really looking forward to this. It was his personal highlight of the day.

"I need to pick Teddy up from school," he told his friend. "See ya later?" Rosita nodded. "Sure. I have to look after Coco as well." With that being said, the two long-term friends parted ways.

Daryl made his way to the school then and waited in front of the rather big building for Teddy to come out. It was quite a bit ridiculous for the archer - and also a whole new experience. He would have never thought, that he'd pick up his son from school one day. Not after the world went to shit. Back in the early days, everybody had different problems than sending the kids to school. Surviving, for example. Getting enough food on the table for his family - and all the people who became his family.

"Daddy!" Teddy's happy, relieved voice urged to Daryl's ears; announcing his son's arrival. A soft smile spread over Daryl's face, when he saw his son running towards him. He squatted down; waiting. Teddy ran straight up into his awaiting arms, hugging him. He may be ten years old by now and would soon grow into a man, but for now, he was still Daryl's little boy - and he'd enjoy every hug he got. "Hey, buddy! You good?" Teddy didn't get to answer the question his father asked him. A group of three other boys had approached them.

"Your dad is a commonwealth soldier?" One of them with glasses and bright blonde, tousled hair asked; eyes wide. Teddy nodded proudly; stood beside his still crouching father and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Yep, he is!" "Wooow..." Every boy of the group was stunned. Teddy started to smile proudly; his shyness suddenly forgotten, as the boys finally noticed him. Due to his cool dad. It made the young Dixon happy - but he also knew, that they were probably just going to like him because his dad was one of the countless commonwealth heroes.

"Let's get goin', huh? I bet your mother already waits for us..." Daryl noted; noticing immediately what game those boys played. Teddy nodded and turned to his seemingly new friends to say goodbye.

After that, Daryl and Teddy walked home together. "So... How was school?" The little boy shrugged his shoulders; his mood suddenly changing fast. The school topic wasn't an easy one... "Okay, I guess..." "You get better along with them other kids?" Another shrug. "A bit." That didn't sound convincing. Not at all.

Daryl stopped in his movements and turned to face his son. Once again, he squatted down and placed both his hands on Teddy's small shoulders. "Alright, talk ta me, buddy. Don't bottle everythin' up. I used to do that too, y'know. 'S not good. Spit it out." Teddy sighed and bit his lip nervously - a habit he copied from his dad. "I just feel so lonely... 'Specially without Nick... The other kids think I'm weird." Tears were shining in the young boy's blue-grey eyes. Daryl saw it. Despite his long, softly curled bangs of brown hair. "Why?" "Because I'm not as good in school as they are. A-And because I know more about gutting a fish, then our home country..." Daryl's heart ached, as he heard that. He knew how his son felt. He knew the feeling of being an outsider.

"Hey, Teddy... Don't listen to 'em. Ya hear me? I know it's not easy, but always remember... You're so much better than them." Teddy looked up at his father through teary eyes. "H-How?" The archer smiled. "Firstly, 'cause you're a Dixon and secondly, 'cause you're a survivor. You know how to handle a walker. I taught ya everything ya need ta know - except hunting. But we'll do that as soon as you're a bit older. That's why. It might sound hard and cruel, but those kids would never survive out there alone. You do." At those words, Teddy's eyes lightened up again - and he smiled. The same, sweet smile you always smiled. A smile Daryl loved above everything and would never tire to see.

"Really?" The archer nodded. "Really." The boy threw his arms again around his father's neck; hugging him tight.

You were already back home again with Dog, when you heard the front door getting opened and closed again. The barking of Dog echoed through the small apartment, followed by your son's giggles.

Unfortunately, you couldn't spend the rest of the afternoon together, since Daryl had to go back to work. Nevertheless, you had a great day; took the boys out for some riding lessons with Ezekiel and prepared some dinner together with your husband's mini-me. That's what Teddy was - and it hadn't changed over the years. The boy was still his father's spitting image. Even the tattered, ripped jeans hadn't changed. He only had grown into them by now.

Now, you were sitting at the small dining table, together with Daryl and Teddy; eating dinner. Dog was laying on his little blanket; sleeping. Everyone was eating in silence - until Teddy came up with a conversation both, you and Daryl didn't see coming. Like, not at all…

"Mom, dad?" "Yes, sweetie?" You asked, while Daryl only grunted in response; needing to chew first. "We, uh, talked about our families today in class and... Almost every other girl or boy told us about their siblings and how much fun they have with them. I-I know I've got Dog and Judith and RJ and even Coco, but... Can I, uh, can I have my own little baby brother - or sister?" Daryl almost choked on his foot, hearing this, while you blinked rapidly at your ten-year-old. "I-I promise I'll look after him or her a-and protect them and play with them!" "Teddy... Sweetie..." You started; having to swallow hard and take a deep breath. "This, uh, this isn't an easy decision and not just to be made within a few minutes. Especially not in this dangerous world. I- We, your dad and I will have to think and talk about this first, okay?" Teddy looked at you with his soft, blue, greyish eyes - and nodded. "Okay." "Can you understand that?" "Uh.Huh, yeah." The conversation had turned someway, somehow slightly awkward, so you left it at that. Daryl had said absolutely nothing; didn't even make a peep.

Later on, once Teddy was in bed; sleeping safe and soundly with Dog in his arms, you approached your husband, who stood at one of the windows; having a smoke. Wrapping your arms around his now black sweater clad torso, you pressed your cheek against his right upper arm. "What do you say?" "What do I say to what?" You decided to not beat about the bush. "Having a baby again." Daryl took a drag of his cigarette, before puffing out a small cloud of smoke. "I dunno if this is a good idea, honestly." "Why? I mean, we're safe here now. Soon in Alexandria hopefully as well. If not now, then when?" Daryl merely shook his head and you could swear that he was chewing on his bottom lip. "'S not that, sunshine... Even though I don't trust this place. I trust in Alexandria." "What is it then?" You asked; rubbing his sides affectionately. He paused; didn't answer you straight away - almost hesitating.

"'M not gettin' younger, ya know..." You frowned and adjusted your position, in order to look at him. You were hugging him now more or less sideways. "What does that mean now, cutie pie?" "What I said." You were still confused by his words. You clearly didn't understand - and Daryl noticed. "Y/N, 'm in my mid almost late forties now..." "So? I'm sorry, my love, but I don't really see the problem? You don't have to worry about a biological clock, unlike I... And as we speak, the time is running out so slowly." Daryl took a last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out. Then he turned to face you; biting his lip again. He was clearly troubled by that topic. You could see it in his eyes. "You think 'm not too, uh, old for that?" You shook your head, smiling. "No, absolutely not." The corners of his lips lifted slightly into a crocked smile. "So..." He started; turning to face you wholly. "You really want that? With me?" You cupped both his cheeks with your palms; nodding. "More than anything. I thought about it for quite a while, honestly."

Daryl blinked; was quite a bit surprised. "Wha'? Really?" "Mhm. You're such a good father for Teddy, so why not make you a daddy again?" The arched blushed at your words; and he couldn't help himself but to smile even brighter. "Ya think we can handle a newborn and a soon-to-be teenager?" You giggled; now running your hands down his chest. "I thought we can handle everything, Mr. Dixon? After all, we handled the end of the world. I think there's nothing that can better that." "Well... I guess yer right." You giggled once more. "I'm mostly right, cutie pie."

[ricksswhore]

Ever since you had arrived at Alexandria with the rest of the group, Rick had been avoiding you, a few nights had past and everyone had moved into the neighbouring houses, apart from you, Rick, Judith, Carl who stayed together. It confused you how Rick was ignoring you despite choosing you to stay with him.

You assumed it was just his worries and him being too busy to talk, but you saw how he treated the rest of the group, stopping to talk with Daryl and Michonne whenever he had the time, and he seemed to be content with making sure everyone else was cared for, except you. Sure he talked with you a few times, mostly about Judith and Carl, and checked in to see how you were adjusting, but it's the little things you noticed, like how he never came home until everyone was asleep. Despite your hard work to gain his attention he would only gaze over you for a few seconds before moving on and making himself busy.

Rage and sickness built up in you, overthinking all the reasons why he might not want your attention, maybe he didn't think much of you? maybe now he was settled, and didn't need you anymore as a friend to console in? You laid in bed till early in the mornings, waiting hopelessly for him to suddenly arrive and hold you in an embrace as he rarely used to. But he never did. You know he used to worry about your age, and told you he shouldn't be too close to you because it's not really what you wanted, you were too young. He would reject any protests you had to this, knowing yourself that his age didn't matter to you.

It was 7am and you laid lazily in the middle of the bed, the sun blazing through the curtains as you awoke to find yourself alone. There was a greeting party this evening, planned by Deanna to make everyone feel more invited here. It was doubtful that it would work for most of the group who were still on edge, mostly Daryl and Carl, who would frequently warn Rick that the risks were still here. You didn't see the point of making a big celebration , as if the group didn't have other things to think about, but Rick had mentioned already that you were both to go together. This idea sparked something in you, maybe tonight you will finally get him to pay attention to you. You sat upright planning through the day ahead, you were on watch in half an hour, covering for Rosita, and after that you had  time to get ready and prepare yourself.

The heat was unbearable as you sat at the watch tower, sweating despite wearing the shortest shorts you owned and a tank top. You rubbed your forehead and gazed around, it had been mostly clear all day, only a couple walkers in the distance who were cleared without even coming within 10 meters. You turned and saw Daryl and Carol, sat with judith on her lap, down by one of the houses. You were close with them both, they taught you how to perfect your shot and use a knife in the most effective way, and were usually caring towards you.

You had noticed the way Daryl looked, the way his muscles flexed while he worked on his bike, but you couldn't help comparing him to Rick, and how he was so much more assertive and enchanting than Daryl. His piercing blue eyes and dark curls being the first thing you noticed, down to his broad shoulders and steady hands. You blushed at the thought of him next to you, his hand on your waist-

"y/n? what are you looking at?" you looked down to see Carol standing with Judith on her hip, looking up at you with her brows furrowed. "I need help with Judith, do you mind taking her, i have some things to do." she spoke assertively, it was more like a statement than a question.

"Oh, sure." you said, disappointed to be snapped out of your daydreaming, "can you take my watch?" you spoke to Abraham who was lazily stood near the gate lighting a cigarette. He mumbled a yes as you shifted down the ladder. You took Judith in your arms as Carol muttered a thanks. You were slightly too young to desire your own children yet, but you couldn't deny the motherly instinct you felt towards Judith and Carl, feeling like their caregiver since the prison. Judith held a special place for you as you were there for her since her birth, and you could tell she was your favourite too as you could always get her to stop crying when the others couldn't.

"let's go back home, yeah?" you cooed at her. As you walked back, you were surprised to pass Daryl out by his motorbike, who was talking with Rick. You stopped as you saw him, he was usually on runs or with Deanna and Spencer, talking to them about plans for this place. They both turned to look at you and you felt Ricks eyes gaze steadily over your body, and glide down to your shorts.

"Y'alright?" Daryl asked you,

“Mhm, just about to take Judith home and get ready for the thing tonight." You looked expectantly at Rick, who snapped away from his gaze and looked at Judith in your arms. You felt his eyes soften as he walked towards you and placed a hand on her cheek, "how is she?" he asked. She had been sick with hunger when we arrived due to the long travel which had worried him more than anything else. "She's feeling better," you reassured. He looked up and met his eyes with yours, you felt your heart flutter and a low burn in your stomach, as you realised how close you were standing to his towering figure. You could almost feel his warm scent as you inched towards him, excited as you finally received recognition, but he snapped away and turned to Daryl again. Feeling the loss of the moment, the burning within you turned to rage, as you turned and carried on walking over to the house, feeling their eyes follow you.

You peered over into Judith's cot, seeing her steady breathing as she slept, Carl beside you.

"Where's dad?" he looked at you and questioned.

"He should be here," you sighed painfully, turning to look in the mirror, hiding how disappointed you felt and preparing doubtfully for the night ahead. You dressed in a short black dress, which hugged you in all the right areas, despite having lost all intent on gaining Ricks attention after todays interaction and him now standing you up.

"Ready?" you turned to Carl, smiling brightly as he picked up Judith. You practiced breathing and gathered yourself, determined to have a good mood, despite heading to the party without Rick. Carl grabbed your hand and smiled reassuringly as we headed out.

The sky was turning dark, but the air was still summery, as you were stood with the group talking amongst yourselves. Deanna had introduced you to many of the people who were here before, walking you round with her. They all seemed like nice people, but they were very sheltered to the outside world and it made you wonder if they could fight if they had to. You had searched the room for Rick, and doing the same as you he had been mingling with the people of the town. But for the past half hour, he had been stood leaning against a wall, talking to a blonde woman, you felt a pit of jealousy and longing in your stomach as you questioned again why he had all the time in the world for others, but not you. He looked over and you met his eyes from across the room , his eyes had a distant look, and were more grey than his usual sharp blue but he had a slanted smile on his face. You snapped your eyes away first, feeling overcome with annoyance, and made your way to the booze table where Abraham sat, who had obviously had too much already.

"Hey sugar," he spouted clumsily, "you look pissed," he stumbled over to you, thudding the table as he moved, making the drink you were pouring topple over. You looked at him unimpressed and he placed his hand on the side of your shoulder, "I'm always here if you need something, anythin." he trailed his hand slowly down your arm. You shrugged him off as you realised he was more drunk than anyone here. "Abraham you should head home, you're acting stupid," you chuckled, watching him as he almost stumbled over onto you. You grabbed his arm firmly and guided him through the room towards the door, earning a couple amusing looks from the group. Rosita followed you out and grabbed his other arm, "Jesus Abraham, could you not of paced yourself, it's barely even 10," she chuckled to him as he groaned at the movement and fell to the ground.

"Let me sit," he grunted.

"I can make sure he gets back okay, thanks y/n," she smiled at me gratefully, "you can head back to the party."

"Actually I was gonna head home, a bit tired from today," you smiled faintly, "just tell em i felt sick or something." Rosita nodded at me as you headed down the pavement towards home. Rick hadn't even spoke a word to you the entire time, what's the use in staying any longer than needed?

As you got home, you poured yourself a glass of wine, feeling comfort in the silence and safety of your home. You leaned against the counter and held your head in your hands, overwhelmed with confusion and pent up frustration. Ten minutes past and you were thinking about a second glass, seeing as you didn't have any drinks at the party, just as you heard the front door open. You put your glass down steadily and called out, "Carl? Why are you back early?" but he didn't respond. You instinctively grabbed a kitchen knife from the side of the counter, as Deanna insisted on all combat weapons being shut away, to keep the peace in the neighbourhood. "y/n?" a rough voice called out expectantly. Rick....

You placed the knife down with a tired yet relieved sigh and walked across the room to pour yourself a second glass.

You heard his coarse steps enter the room, "what do you want, rick?" you asked.

"why did you leave?" he returned wearily.

"Why didn't I leave earlier? ," you groaned lightly, turning towards him.

"I saw how Abraham looked, sorry you had to deal with that," he spoke with a hint of jealousy, walking towards you gradually until he was inches away from you.

"Abraham wasn't the problem," you snapped, making him furrow his brow in confusion,

“what else?" he asked

"What else!" you laughed, "what else? You have ignored me for days, you barely give me a second glance, and a conversation is out of the picture. You stood me up today, after I was hoping tonight we would talk properly. I'm tired of this day after day, just tell me that you don't want me anymore and i’ll stay with carol and michonne," your rambled and looked up at him, his face looked concerned but distant.

"y/n..." he spoke effortlessly.

You turned around again to face the counter, sipping from your glass, as he reached his hand to cup your waist and you felt a bolt of shock rush up your spine at this sudden touch. He feels your body tense up to his touch, "y/n you know I want you" he whispered, his face now close to my ear, as his second hand drifted around the other side of your waist. You relaxed to the words you had been needing to hear, melting into his familiar scent. "But I cant give you what you need, it's not right" he sighed and released his hands from your side. You turned around and grabbed his arm firmly, not letting him leave like this. You knew he felt wrong about your age before, but you didn't realise he felt it so strongly. "That's what this is about?" you asked, stunned. He looked at you painfully, his eyes sharp and staring into yours with longing. "Rick, you know that doesn't matter to me, I want to be with you more than anything, you can't take that away from me," you reassured, placing your hand on his chest.

"I know you want to be with me y/n, that's why I wanted you with me in this house, but when it comes to you I lose my control, I don't want you to regret your experiences, or realise later that you didn't want what I can give you," you looked up at him, stunned to realise he wasn't just talking about my company, but more than that, which we had never even discussed before. You felt your cheeks burn red and released your grasp on him. You realised that this whole time, he was just worried he was going to take advantage of you. You looked up at him again as his gaze softened. "I do want it Rick, and I can make my own choices, I would never regret anything with you," you spoke softly, as he reached to place his hand on your cheek, leaning down to move his lips against yours gently. His beard tickled your skin and you flushed at the sudden contact of his lips, kissing deeper and craving more.

The bottom of your stomach burned intensely and you felt yourself growing damp as he moved his hands up your hips, grasping and pulling your thighs up on top of the counter. You could feel his kiss becoming hungry and rougher, before moving his lips to your neck where he sucked longingly. You gasped, finally feeling his attention completely on you, consuming you, and pushed your hips towards him where you were greeted with his bulge pressing against you. He groaned and pulled away, looking frustrated with himself, "Rick, im sure."

He looked at you, judging your complexion carefully as he gathered himself and moved his hand to your lower back, pulling you further towards him. Your hands travelled from around his neck to drag down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his kisses slowed and he looked into your eyes warily. You understood his worries, you'd had little experience with sex, and those times were with boys, who also had little experience, but you felt more strongly about Rick than you'd ever felt for anyone else, he made you feel safe.

Frustrated with his hesitation, you grew needy, not wanting him to stop, "Rick i want more," you spoke, moving one of your hands softly to cup his bulge, his jeans tightening more at your touch, "you're sure?" he asked, looking down at how small your hand would be in comparison to his erection, again questioning if you are too young.

"Please," you whimpered, feeling yourself throb with wetness. Your innocent sounds made him lose his self control and his cock twitched under the close contact of your hand. He'd been waiting for a moment like this for a long time, fantasising every time he came home, while you laid sleepily in his bed and having to control himself when he saw you wearing those tiny shorts. He cupped your thighs and lifted you off the counter to stand in front of him, starting to suck your neck with passion, you took it as a signal to continue unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. You watched his bulge intently, while he unbuckles his belt. You looked into his eyes and saw him watching you. His worries had faded a little as he turns you and pushes your back to bend you over the counter, "be patient," he spoke forcefully. Feeling disappointed at the loss of contact, you arch your ass back to reach him, and he grabs your hips roughly in place, before dragging his hands down to the top of your thighs, and gradually under your dress. With his index finger he strokes your wetness, making you gasp his name at the sudden touch. He lifts your dress over your ass, admiring how you look for him, bent over the counter, making sweet noises. He takes a step back to watch you as you whine, "so needy, hmm?" You're desperate for his touch, missing how his large hands feel against your skin, "I need you," you cry, shocked at your loss of control. He steps back towards you, and moves your underwear to the side, revealing your bare pussy, and he presses his index finger to your entrance, sliding it up to your clit. "You're beautiful," he groans, as your knees grow weak under him.

He leans over you, pressing his bulge to your entrance, reaching to kiss your neck, as his middle finger finally enters you slowly, collecting your wetness and sliding in and out, you whimper his name again and arch into him, making him put his second finger into you, stretching you with it.

"Fuck," he groans, starting to rub your clit, "this is what happens when you wear these tight little dresses, practically begging me to bend you over." His words make you ache inside, getting wetter. With one motion he takes his fingers out of you, and looks down at his erection, almost bursting out of his boxers, feeling his pre-cum already leaking out of his cock at the sight of you. He pulled it out of his boxers, and with the same fingers that he took out of you, he stroked his tip, gathering his cum. Turning you over, he presses the fingers to your lips, "open," he demanded, and obediently you sucked on them, as he gradually moved them further down your throat. You look down, stunned at his size,

"Rick- please." He ignores you and lifts your dress over your shoulders, reaches his hands around you to take off your bra, revealing your naked breasts, making you blush again, feeling vulnerable.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open, Carl must be home. You look at Rick in shock at the situation, and he presses his hand hard against your mouth. You are relieved to hear footsteps go further away and up the stairs, he must be tired from the party, it must be late now. Rick turns to you, looking determined, as he hooks your underwear and moves it to the side of your pussy with his finger. She presses his bare erection to your entrance while admiring your breasts "keep quiet, okay?" you nod, gasping into his hand. "good girl," he smirked at me, as he presses an inch into me, moving it up and down against my clit with his free hand. He leaned in, and moved his lips against yours deeply. You start rocking your hips, losing control at the feeling. You buck your hips swiftly towards him, forcing him to enter you more, surprising him. He grabs the side of your hips hard, digging his fingers into your soft skin, as he pulls out and roughly pushes back in. Your tightness caves around him, clenching with sudden pain, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. "it's okay," he reassures, as he pushes in more, pain and pleasure making you ache. You whimper loudly into his hand at every push he makes, tears forming in your eyes. He shushes you, but as he sees the tears going down your face he removes his hand warily. He pushes into you harder, stretching you as you move closer against him, this time pressing your bare breasts against his chest as he sucked on your neck. He could feel his cock leak at the feeling of your small body against his, but he gathers himself, not letting himself cum yet.

"Is this okay?" he asks worriedly, while gradually getting rougher, pounding all of him into you at once He enjoyed how messy you looked, crying like a baby, but he was concerned at how loud you were being, "you need to stay quiet," he said slowing his thrusts.

"Don't stop, I need to..." you whined into him. "I'm gonna cum" feeling the knot inside you give way slightly and tension build up inside you, making you clench around his cock. His erection twitches at the sensation, making his cock almost burst with his seed. You feel yourself come undone as you gasp into him reaching up and grabbing his hair with your fist, making yourself slide forward and back to ride out your high. Feeling you so tightly around him, his cum leaks out, shooting deep inside you. He groans and looks down worriedly, thinking about the risks of you possibly having a baby inside you at your age. "Fuck," he groans, angry at himself as he pulls his dick out most of the way, still nudging your entrance. His cum spills out, dripping down your thighs, and his worries are erased as he gathers the leaking cum with his finger and pushes it back inside you, loving how you looked.

You wince at how sore you are, "too much," as he apologetically kisses the side of your cheek leading to your jaw. He folds his hands under your weak legs, wrapping them around his waist, as he helps you off the counter, carrying you upstairs.

You felt tired, but utterly content as you finally had him to yourself, his body warm and comforting. He turned on the shower, and lead you in with him, holding your hand. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, taking in what happened.

"You okay?" he asked gently, eyeing your neck and hips where marks were developing. You nodded lightly and smiled, as he came closer and cupped your face with his hands, moving his lips against yours gently. He felt relieved of his worries, knowing he could take care of you now without feeling guilty. You took turns washing eachother, and eventually both retreated to his bed. As you laid looking into his sleepy eyes, you couldn't feel more content and safe. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and holding you to his chest as you both drifted to sleep.

[thevegandarkelf]

A little self-appreciation post (and for other writers like me).

I love being a Daryl x OC writer. I know Daryl x Reader fics are more popular and generally do better, but I adore my OC with my whole heart and soul. I don’t care that she only exists in my head. It makes me endlessly happy to daydream about her in canon scenes/situations, thinking about how she’d interact with the other characters and what their relationships would look like. Who she would and wouldn’t like/get along with. To form and tell her story and develop her relationship with Daryl and her friendships with the likes of Rosita, Michonne, Maggie, and Aaron (and think about how much she hates Negan lmaoooo). She's everything to me & I hope I continue to get inspo to write with her for a very, very long time.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

This second gif is Daryl’s reaction after that little shit Sebastian makes a comment about Rosita’s appearance. I just can’t get over the protective and disdainful look on his face. Daryl will fuck you up if you disrespect his family, one way or another. He’s got his eye on this little fucker... Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon in The Walking Dead S11 E10 - New Haunts

gifs by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | follow for daily Daryl!

[joelsmochi]

﹟ABOUT MOCHI note: this is a sideblog! my main is yrself :)

who am i…

I’m Mochi, a 23 fanfiction writer with a tendency to daydream. I started writing fanfiction when I was 14 (for magcon, I don’t wanna think about it…), but quit after my sophomore year. 5 years later, I found my love for it again!

I’m bisexual, mixed (black and white), and AFAB! I do not have a preference on pronouns but most people use she/her!

some things i love… (bond with me!)

I love thunderstorms, baking, cartoons, newjeans, my gamer bf, care bears, boba tea, matcha tea, watching new tv shows, tj maxx, tote bags, going to the movies, sunrises and sunsets, going to the beach, cuddling, spring and autumn, men that are too old for me, and white russian kahlúas

some things i hate…

I hate yelling/arguing, being tickled, black coffee, any flavor of ramen that’s not chicken, toffee, butter pecan ice cream, sea salt caramel anything, and making bread — i’m sure this list is longer

﹟ABOUT MY BLOG

Most of my work is NSFW. If you are under 18 I cannot stop you from reading, but please do not interact (that includes liking, reblogging, commenting, etc.) — this is for everyone’s safety!

Speaking of NSFW content: I try my best to tag every warning there is without giving away spoilers, but if I ever miss anything that NEEDS to be tagged please do not hesitate to message me and let me know!

Most of my work is reader based, and I try to generally avoid writing physical descriptions other than attire because I want everyone to be able to self insert. That being said I will ALWAYS tag any physical descriptions I choose to include in my work! And if I ever miss any tags related to physical descriptions feel free to let me know :)

﹟REQUESTS

I’d LOVE to fulfill your fantasies, so do not be afraid to send a request or two into my inbox. It can be SFW or NSFW. All I ask is for your patience and the one thing I will NEVER write for is anything containing r*pe kinks, this includes CNC & underage.

Not to sound like a broken record, but please do not request NSFW content if you are under 18. If you send in a NSFW request you are telling me that you are a legal adult!

When sending a request if there is anything specific you DO NOT want me to write about, please include it! (Spanking, choking, etc.)

﹟CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

While there are characters I am uncomfortable writing, I am in no way limited to this list, so if there’s someone else you’d love for me to write for send in the request and I’ll see if I can make it happen ;)

MEN: Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Scud (Blade 2), Leon S. Kennedy, Johnny Cage…

WOMEN: Abby Anderson, Ellie Williams, Rosita Espinosa, Michonne Grimes…

I do not and will not write for real world celebrities! Characters only, people, characters only!

[sinsandsweetness]

💿 - rosita guiding/teaching inexperienced reader how to ride her strap AUGGHHHMSIA

(congrats on 1.1k bb! your fics literally keep me alive)

cw- strap on sex, 18+ content, not proofread.

“Hey, you okay?” Rosita asks, grabbing your attention to her big brown eyes.

You nod but it mustn’t be very convincing. The clammy grip on her shoulders and the shakiness of your thighs is telling her the opposite.

“You’re in control, okay? Go as slow as you need.”

You nod with a sigh. Knowing that you definitely aren’t the one in control. She’s just saying that to comfort your anxiety. The fact that she’s been your first everything has always made you nervous. Especially now, hovering over an 8 inch, hot pink, dildo, strapped to the prettiest girl you know. Looking up at you through thick, dark lashes. It’s… intimidating. Everything about her is. No matter how much she reassures you. You’re always paralyzed by those butterflies swarming in your belly.

You close your eyes, her grip on your hips gently guiding your hips down and onto the silicone toy. Slick with spit and lube already. A tiny gasp leaves your lips when the cock teases your entrance. Sinking down as slow as you can until you’re sitting flush on her lap. Straddling her on the plush comforter.

“Wasn’t that bad, hey?” She leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth. Not moving or anything. Just giving you time to adjust to her size. Having been your first and all, you weren’t exactly used to the stretch.

“It’s really big, Ro…” you don’t wanna complain. But you’re filled to the fucking hilt. You don’t even know if you can move.

“You’ll get used to it, honey. It’ll feel so good. I promise. Gonna make you feel so good.” She catches your lips a few more times. Biting your lip and dragging it out. The action makes you moan into her mouth. Fuck.

“Whenever you're ready, ok? Just start movin’ up and down.” She instructs you, fingernails dancing on your hips, running down to grab your ass. Give you a nice squeeze before returning to your hips.

You nod, starting to move. Back and forth and up and down. Exploring what action feels best. What action hits that spot inside that makes you gasp.

“Oh,”

“Told you it’d feel good,” she teases. She wants your mouth on hers, but you can’t seem to kiss her back. Too enthralled by the feeling of her strap stretching you right out. You have to rest your forehead on her shoulder as you bounce up and down. Trying to chase the orgasm you know is starting to build. But the closer you get, panting and moaning in between open mouthed kisses, the more tired your legs become. Burning as you continue to ride her, trying to keep up with the speed that makes it feel so good. Frustrated that you can’t and you’re slowly losing your orgasm.

“Ro - I can’t-

“Can’t what, baby?” He’s nipping at your breasts, sucking deep purple hickeys onto your skin. Marking you for the rest of the group to see who you belong to. All hers. Her perfect, pretty, innocent girl.

“Can’t come,” you’re beyond frustrated. Legs giving out as you collapse into her lap, switching to a rocking motion, seemingly less effort than the prior.

“Yes, you can.” She helps you rock your hips. Hips starting to buck up into you. And wow, does that ever help. That extra leverage of her hands bouncing your ass and her hips coming up to meet yours. She’s hitting an angle you didn’t even know existed.

“There we go,” she notices your pathetic whimpers morphing back into moans. She can tell you’re getting close. She knows that sound. The way your breath hitches and you start taking in deep breaths. Trying your best to focus on the swarming pleasure expanding in your core. “Come on, baby.” She wraps her arms around your waist, jutting up into you as fast as her hips will let her.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over my cock.” Her words are downright filthy but it doesn’t matter. You do as you’re told. Pulsating around the pink silicone while you ride out your orgasm. Wet gasping and moaning right in Rosita’s ear as she fucks you through it. You’re always such a good girl for her, doing exactly as you’re told <3

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Rosita: You practically drool when you see him.

Tara: Yep, you’re down bad.

Y/N: We’re friends.

Carol, pointing with a wooden spoon: No, Daryl and I are friends. You two are clueless. That’s what you are.

Y/N: Fine! I’m crazy about him. He’s kind and brave and god, he’s attractive.

Y/N, gesturing broadly toward her hips: I want him to strap me to his face and recite the alphabet.

Carol, Rosita, and Tara: 😅

Y/N, dropping her head: He’s right behind me, isnt he?

Daryl, blinking and blushing furiously: …

Daryl: Just, uh—gonna grab some water.

Tara, sing-songing: A, B, C, D, E, F, G…

[writella]

More Negan x reader pllsss😔😔😔

pls the emojis are sending me hahahah! let me know how you like it!

Thinking of Negan who daydreams about the reader who always has the cutest outfits when she comes to visit— ♡

cw: negan x fem!reader, smut— masturbation (m) and descriptive allusions to sexual situations, very desperate and depraved Negan because he is in jail, and reader being cute and nice and just too irresistible :) + I wrote this with a little bit of Negan’s crude humor in mind. wc: 2.1k. slightly proofread.

Negan never thought he would stoop so low.

Not like some 20 year old guy living in his mom’s basement; the type he’d talk shit to then completely demolish on a game; one who drinks monsters and watches porn on the daily back in the old B.W. (Before Walkers— for those of you who are uncultured) era.

That was beneath him.

If he needed it, there was his wife of course, or some chic he could hook up with at the bar, but— let’s not remind him of that. That is a wound that needs no further reopening. He was ashamed of it and everything else he’s done enough as it is. Not to mention, it sure doesn’t help that he was reminded of every single heinous act he has ever committed in the A.W. years by the grand total 5 patrons that have visited his cell every- single-god-damn- day.

But now, there was a new thing to cause him great shame.

A girl.

You.

You who gives him his meals on Fridays—Gabriel’s day off. You who just can’t help but stay 5, 10, sometimes even 30 minutes after you give him his food because he always makes you laugh. You, one of the town’s gardeners, who throws in fresh strawberries during breakfast and an extra cob of corn during dinner when you know you shouldn’t. You who didn’t eat your cookie from Carol’s monthly batch she brought from the Kingdom because you gave it to him instead. You with your three sets of overalls and far too many sundresses, yet you only had one sunhat, one pair of gardening gloves, and one pair of waterproof boots.

You were way too generous with him and a little too passionate about your clothing to the point he thinks you must forget you’re living in the zombie apocalypse, but you were skilled, kind-hearted, and you liked to smile; you actually had conversations with him instead of that kumbaya shit Gabriel’s always on; and he’d be damned say you weren’t really pretty. Because you are. You’re real fuckin’ pretty.

And Negan was obsessed.

He thought about you constantly.

Like how he knew you must have always picked off the strawberries stems for him before you put them on his plate. And how he definitely knew you must have offered to give him his lunch and dinners on Fridays: He remembers that Gabriel told him that this would only be a morning thing, that the council advised him to have one day off because he was a new father. But, as dutiful as he is (and as weary as he was to bring someone else around Negan), he agreed only to breakfast. That way, he could sleep in, eat with Rosita and the kids, and not feel like he completely burdened someone else with a responsibility that was only meant to be his. Negan figured you were just that kind, that you must have been the one to offer up your Friday mornings to Gabriel. How you must have been the one to ask to come back two more times throughout the day, you must have. For Gabriel, of course, to help. But maybe you just liked him. He liked imagining that. In fact, he believed it.

He also liked to imagine that maybe you were dressing up for him. He sure loved your little outfits. Your overalls were your work clothes but still, you always looked so darn cute, always finding small ways to accessorize or make it feel more like your personality. It was all so innocent really, but he couldn’t help but find it incredibly sexy— how pretty and oblivious you were to how you looked, how your clothes fit you. He often daydreamed of fucking you in every single one.

The first, the overalls you wore most often for work, was full length and completely baggy on you— he figured it must have been for a man. It was old, the hem was fraying in some areas, and it did nothing for your figure really but it was soft, durable, had many pockets and you typically put scraps of ribbon or lace you found on the straps, right on the shoulder. And his favorite part, you were often wearing a crop top with it. He could always see the side of your breast, your waist, sometimes even a tiny bit more depending on how you turned. Sometimes he thought of you in that tight little floral tank of yours. How one day maybe he’d tell you to, “take it off,” and you’d obediently drop the overalls to the floor; or maybe it would be you, while you’re on your way out: you turn around, gathering up enough courage after all this time to look him in the eye as you take off your boots and unclip the straps and let the denim fall, leaving you in only that tank and your panties. He imagines how you’d push yourself into the corner where the door was, look out the small window to see if anyone was coming, and then you’d face him again, keeping eye contact as you slipped your fingers inside your underwear and started to rub your clit, fast. Wordlessly, his jumpsuit would come off too and his hand would go straight to pumping his cock. Mesmerized by the sight of you being so unlike yourself because you wanted him just that bad, so bad neither you, nor he, could speak. Only pants and moans and grunts and “fucks,” to be heard in the room.

The second and the third was an overall dress and one with shorts. The first time you wore the dress, he remembers it was a Friday that a lot of people had left town. Unfortunately a kid got lost so many people went out to search with the family. Thankfully for Negan though, this included Gabriel, Michonne, and the two other people who tended towards Negan. Gabriel had assigned you to keep a closer watch on him that day, that the days like this where the regular schedule is thrown off is the time he might try something— Gabriel is still angry at himself for the time Negan escaped— so you took it upon yourself to bring an activity: cards. After you won a second time, Negan had playfully thrown his cards on the floor, two of them slipping past the bars and past you. You had turned to see where they went and reached forward on your knees, arm extending to get them. You weren’t directly turned but Negan sure did take the small chance he got to move more towards his right and catch a closer glimpse of your exposed thighs and color of your underwear. After you left that day he imagined that right at that moment he grabs you by the hips, pushed your ass up against the bars and pushed your panties down so he could slide into you, fucking you through the bars as much as he could, probably giving the bottom of your ass red marks every time he bangs into you against the steel.

With the shorts, he thought of scenarios more or less the same as with your full length ones. The difference is that your ass looked great in those shorts and sometimes he imagined you pushing your back against the cell bars so he could push his front against it, giving him some friction. Him telling you that it’s been years, but you’re shy and scared and you don’t want to get caught so you just do that, allow him to rub against you as you look out the window to make sure no one is coming. He imagines that you can't help but start sighing, squeezing your thighs together, moaning when he wraps his arms around your waist through the bars. One hand snaking up to grope your breast while the other cups your mound over your overalls and you rock into his hand as he presses in on you hard. You almost lose your breath, taking a sharp inhale that freezes to a halt. Finally, you'd whisper, “That feels so good,” followed by a whine. And he’d respond to you in your ear, “I know, baby.” A big wet spot is slowly appearing on your jeans and you’re not even looking out the window, your eyes are rolling back until they closed and you’re just making these tiny pathetic sounds because you can’t believe how incredible his touch is, even when you’re given so little, and how bad you’ve wanted him even though you’ve tried to deny it. “No one else makes me feel like this,” you’d tell him, to which he repeats, deep, dark, and sultry as he kisses the back of your head, “I know, baby. I know.”

Lastly, there were those sundresses. Sometimes he’d see you in them when you brought him dinner. If you could, you would freshen up before your own dinner because you got off from work early and didn’t want to be in your work clothes anymore or maybe you were having dinner with friends or Gabriel and Rosita— he often treated you because of your care for Negan on Fridays. Most people liked to pretend Negan doesn't exist, or unsolicitedly proclaimed to you and Gabriel with disgust how they would never dare go anywhere near the jailhouse, that you two must be saints, so he finds what you’re doing to be a big sacrifice. Therefore, he often invites you for meals and he and Rosita are either on the look out or ask savangers to bring back any dresses in your size. But it was a time that Negan least expected to see you that he saw you in what became his favorite dress.

It was on a Wednesday. Certainly after 12am or close to it. People were asleep, but you were sneaking towards his cell. Apparently someone from work had ground some chocolate from her wife that worked as a savager. She gave you a few pieces but you never ate them and forgot about them until you were doing some late night cleaning on your day off, so you came to treat Negan. The dress you were wearing was the tiniest thing he’d seen you in. As in, it could have been a mid-length dress on Judith. It was a deep pink color, almost purple, with small flowers in a different shade of the same family all around it. It had these very short, very slightly puffed sleeves. He could tell that it was a dress that flowed out, but that didn’t stop the material from showing your curves. He knew for a fact that if you bent over you would be giving anyone behind you a show, but honestly with how much your legs were exposed, you walking around in that must have been enough to make anyone’s head turn. Immediately he started thinking about him outside of this cell, as your man, seeing you strut around town in it, how he’d push you to the side behind a house, ask you if you wore it for him, if you were trying to make him jealous, and then fuck you hard. Then he remembers that you’re offering him chocolate, and saying that you know you shouldn’t be here, so he saves those thoughts for after you leave. You start tugging on your dress, trying to make it longer and he thanks you. Truly, that was your house dress. It was always a little snug on the top so you could never wear a bra with it regardless and you had accidently washed in your sink with hot water— you had a knack for not reading clothing labels— and it shrank. You only remember how short it is now after not wearing it outside for so long and seeing how Negan’s eyes widened at you as you came in. Did you do it on purpose? you both now question. You decide it doesn’t matter, telling yourself you were just doing something nice and you run off to bed quickly. As for him, he cares as much as he doesn’t: of course he wants you to like him and he still has a big ego enough to assume you do, especially after tonight, but most importantly you just gave him more fuel for his imagination while he’s stuck here which is enough for now.

After fucking himself when you left, he still woke up rock hard the next morning. Waking up late, he had to act quick before Gabriel came with his breakfast. He used one of his favorite methods of pushing his bed to the side, and placing himself in the darkest corner of his cell, his figure facing the wall. He’d take himself out and as always, start to pump. He places his hand on the wall for leverage and he pretends he’s fucking you against the wall. He imagines that one night you say you can’t sleep and ask if you can sleep with him in his bed. How he would be such a gentleman and say that a lady wasn’t good enough to sleep in his crappy cell, but that instead he knew another way to tire you out. One the two of you could do fast so you wouldn’t get caught. That one always got him to his climax so fast— the thought of you needing him so much that you would come inside his cell, stay on his bed until morning, get in trouble for him. It would make him come like a bullet, hard and fast.

Safe to say, Negan loves Fridays.

[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy - Chapter 5: A Series of Bad Decisions, a Memoir by Rosita Bustillos (Also on Ao3)

Warning: For Homophobia, typical for season 1

“I’m back!” A young man stood in the doorway of Shorty’s and raised his arms like a conquering hero. Rosita frowned while several of the guys roared when they saw him.

“Champ!” One of them called and Rosita felt her eyebrows raise. She spun around to see Waverly looking a mix between furious and trying to figure out the closest hiding spot.

“That’s Champ?” Rosita said. He was relatively attractive, she supposed. His clothes, well, they were a travesty, but Rosita was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’d just arrived? What did he do again? And at least he left Purgatory, that was more than most of the idiots here could say.

“Ugh.” Waverly sighed. “I can’t believe he’s back.”

They both just watched as he chugged a pitcher of beer to the roars of the guys around him. 

“He seems,” Rosita frowned, “Fast?”

Waverly groaned. “I can’t even deny it.”

Rosita chuckled, “And how long did you date him?”

“On and off for like four years. Mostly on.”

“Waverly!”

“Hey! I,” Waverly sighed, “Okay, I had no excuse. But come on, it’s Purgatory, who else was I supposed to date.”

“I don’t know, anyone else?” Rosita shrugged. “No one? Or I don’t know, a hot deputy?”

“Oh, give me a break!” Waverly said, but she was smiling, and Rosita knew that she’d lost her for a bit to daydreaming. This woman was impossible.

She kept an eye on Champ and the group of boys (because it was a little generous to call any of them men) as they partied, and went over all the information from Waverly that she had.

He was a terrible boyfriend, actually stupid (okay, that bit was originally from Wynonna), but easy and willing to come back. He was currently doing a rodeo circuit (which Rosita assumed was now back in Purgatory) and he’d cheated on Waverly a half dozen times that Waverly knew about.

So she couldn’t say she liked him.

Not that she’d met him. He hadn’t approached the bar, but she wasn’t sure if that was just because he was distracted by his friends or discouraged by Rosita’s dark glare anytime he looked over. If she had to guess, she’d assume the former. Mostly because he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who could take a hint.

Rosita watched Waverly deliver drinks to the group next to Champ’s. He wandered over and slid his hand around Waverly’s waist whispering something into Waverly’s ear. Rosita had seen enough.

“Just like old times!” He grinned as Rosita approached. Waverly was unsuccessfully trying to extricate herself without him spilling any beer on herself.

“Champ.” She sighed.

Rosita grabbed one of Champ’s shoulders, “Hands off.”

“Huh?” Champ frowned and ogled her chest. If it wasn’t so disgusting she might have been impressed with his multi-tasking, “I’m speaking with my girl, it’s not any of your business.”

“She’s not your girl.” Rosita crossed her arms as Waverly finally freed herself. “She’s mine.”

“Yours?” he sputtered. “She can’t be, you're both girls.”

Rosita waited for him to get it.

“I’m dating Rosita,” Waverly chimed in when the silence was bordering on awkward.

“What?” He spit out as he blinked between the two of them. “Babe! That’s so hot! I’m totally fine with watching.”

“Ew!” Rosita and Waverly gave identical cries.

“Oh, I can make it a party, I know women.” He said proudly and winked back at his friends. “It wouldn’t be the first time, if you catch my drift. I can help fill that void you’re missing.”

“Get out!” Rosita said and pointed at the group. Champ opened his mouth to argue, but just rolled his eyes instead.

“When you’re done with this frigid bitch, you know where to find me.”

“Champ!” Waverly yelled, but he was gone. “I’m so sorry.”

“Waverly-”

“All those things that he said.”

“Hey,” Rosita frowned as she guided Waverly back to the bar. “You didn’t make him say those things. And you aren’t dating him, you aren’t responsible.”

“I know Champ’s an asshole,” Waverly started after her third drink. It was a rare weekend night that they both had off and, with no school tomorrow, Rosita was well on her way to getting sloshed. She’d thought about inviting Wynonna, but Waverly had announced when she arrived that she told Nicole it was a date. Nicole had apparently given no reaction (Rosita was pretty sure Waverly wouldn’t know a reaction if it hit her in the face). Even if Waverly wasn’t here, Rosita still wasn’t sure if Wynonna would accept. God she wanted her to accept and there to be less drinking and more, her mind trailed off as Waverly spoke again, “But at least he wants me.”

“Girl, no.” Rosita snorted into her drink.

“What!? It’s not like he’s bad at sex. Sure, did I come everytime? No. But it’s not like it only happens on a blue moon or something. And he stopped trying to pressure me to have sex without a condom after high school.”

Rosita mimed puking, “Everything you said was gross. I don’t want to think about you having sex with Champ.”

“I’m lonely,” Waverly whined, “and I need-”

“I’m going to stop you right there to prevent you from making me finish the bottle. For the last time,” Rosita knew it wouldn’t be the last time, “Nicole likes you! And she wouldn’t keep you hanging in the sex department. Ever. You just have to say something.”

“She’s dating my sister!”

Rosita batted the thought away, “Semantics.”

The alcohol was running through her a little quicker than she thought.

“So, what? She’d cheat on my sister with me? And that’s supposed to make me feel better!?”

“No, you tell her you like her and she’ll break up with Wynonna. Trust me.”

“Okay,” Waverly scoffed.

“Seriously.”

Waverly drowned the rest of her drink and Rosita didn’t hesitate to pour her another. “Whatever, Champ has at least made his interest known and-”

“Waverly,” Rosita couldn’t tell if she’d started slurring her words, “You are not going from me to him.”

“But we aren’t really dating.”

“Not in the eyes of Purgatory. I’m not losing you to that roided up rodeo clown. That’s absurd.” She gestured down at her body, “Who’d give up this for him?”

Wavelry snorted, “But I-”

“If you really want a hookup, then find someone at school. You don’t need Purgatory. You’ve never needed Purgatory,” Rosita patted her leg.

“But,” Rosita was concerned when she realized that Waverly’s eyes had started watering, “Where would I be without Purgatory? Who would I be?”

“Um,” Rosita finished her drink.

“I wouldn’t be Wavelry Earp,” She cried, “I’d just be one in a million!”

“Woah,” Rosita blinked, “You would still be Waverly Earp. And you’d never be one in a million. You are one of a kind.” Rosita clasped Waverly’s arm, “You hear me Earp! You’re better than everyone out there.”

“I don’t think everyon-”

“Everyone!” Rosita raised her empty glass. “Toast with me!”

Waverly’s tears were streaking down her face, but she had a big grin, “Okay, okay!” She said and raised her glass. “To me!”

Rosita rammed her glass against, so hard she almost dropped it, “To Waverly! The best damn person I know!”

Waverly cuddled into her, “Thanks Rosita.”

“And if she just propositioned Nicole, all her problems would go away.”

“Rosita!”

Rosita smiled at her and shrugged, “I’m right.”

Waverly huffed and took a long drink, “I’m having a good moment, okay? Do we have to talk about Nicole again?”

Rosita nodded as she poured herself another, “No, you’re right, we’re celebrating you. And how you’re going to kick this semester’s ass!”

“Rosita! Now I’m thinking about school,” she cried.

“Drink up,” Rosita used her finger to tip Wavelry’s glass to her mouth, “You’ll forget soon.”

Waverly laughed and Rosita leaned against the couch. Sure, Purgatory was a pain in the ass sometimes, but she really wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Wynonna sipped coffee and sat in the same place that Waverly did 36 hours ago as they discussed their, well, Wynonna called them schemes and Rosita couldn’t think of a better word. Yet.

“I don’t know why people think you’re the dumpster fire,” Rosita said, “Your sister is a mess.”

“Well, to be fair, I did get institutionalized as a child.” Wynonna said, “But continue, I’d like to hear this.”

Rosita found herself momentarily lost for words, “Well, okay, um, yeah. She comes over here, because we actually both have a weekend night off, so we have a ‘date’ and you know that Champ’s back in town?” Wynonna nods. “Right, well, I mean, strike one for Waverly. That, man, is man too generous? He’s like a teenager that still hasn’t grown up, anyway he obviously hit on her at Shorty’s, and then when I was like back off, he’s like oh you want a threesome?” They both gagged, “And she tells me she dated him for years?

“But the worst part is later Waverly, as usual, is bemoaning her whatever with Nicole. She’s all Nicole didn’t react when I said I was having a date with Rosita,” Rosita rolled her eyes. 

“Nicole texted me so many times,” Wynonna sighed.

Rosita laughed and continued, “So she’s like maybe I should just get back together with Champ. At least he wants me. And I’m like, what the fuck? That creep?”

“Did she actually say that?” Wynonna asked.

“Yes! I had to convince her that was a horrible idea. She was all like I’m lonely and want a fuck and, I’m like we go to a university! There are plenty of eligible men and women there. Like you do not need to stoop that low.”

Wynonna laughed.

“And the worst part was what actually convinced her, was me insisting that she could not do that to my reputation!” Wynonna snorted. “Oh babygirl is a mess.”

“She’s more than a mess.” Rosita said, “She’s catastrophic.”

“To be fair, Champ was her first boyfriend. So he’s a known entity.”

“Wynonna!”

Wynonna burst out laughing. “Yeah I couldn’t say that with a straight face. Oh Waverly.”

“This is your fault.” Rosita said. “If you hadn’t decided to date Nicole she would not be this, maudlin or whatever the fuck she is.”

“And I’m sorry about that. But I salvaged you getting found out so, what’s the real issue?”

“You! Still you! You are the one who almost made her find out in the first place!” Rosita said and took a long sip of coffee.

“Let me make it up to you.” Wynonna smirked.

“Oh?”

Wynonna shifted closer to her on the couch, and put both their coffee mugs down. She lifted an eyebrow, and Rosita merely lifted hers back in response. She would not be this easy. Wynonna grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. She looked up at her through her eyelashes with an impish grin on her face.

Rosita frowned at her, “Is this all you got?”

Wynonna shifted and trailed kisses up Rosita’s arm, and up her neck, nipping at it. Rosita hated the little puff of air Wynonna coaxed out of her as she sucked harder. Wynonna leaned back a little, licking over the spot to cool the skin before nipping at Rosita’s jaw.

Rosita couldn’t help herself and let out a whimpered, “Kiss me already.”

“With pleasure.”

Wynonna pushed her back against the couch and captured her lips with hers, one hand coming up to caress Rosita’s cheek. Rosita felt her breath being stolen away, with each press of Wynonna’s lips, her body exploding with each touch.

“Does that make up for it?”

“Make up for what?” Rosita blinked open her eyes, feeling a little dazed.

“For fake dating Nicole.”

Rosita felt her breath returning to her, “Not quite.”

Wynonna leaned back in.

Rosita vaguely registered people walking through the door at Shorty’s. It was a busy Friday night and she barely had time for anything but making drinks and sending them out. When she did look up and see that it was Champ, she didn’t even bother to hold back a scowl.

In the week that he’d been here, she’d really started to hate him. He was rude, half the time he’d break something, and he would irritatingly flirt with anything that had boobs. Rosita had to call a Deputy twice when he got way too drunk. She wasn’t sure she was happy or sad it hadn’t been Nicole to escort him away.

She’d questioned Waverly more than once what she’d seen in him. The only answer she got was the reassurance that she would not restart anything with him.

Rosita wanted to trust her.

He shot her a look, well her boobs a look, and she wasn’t sure if it was a result of Waverly not being there yet or her throwing him out last night. She ignored him as he approached the bar, happy that she had a million drinks she needed to make right now. 

She’s not entirely sure how rodeos work, but it has to leave soon? Right? Please god, she begged silently. She had been having a recurring nightmare that Champ would get kicked out of it and never leave.

It was not what she wanted to be dreaming about.

She shivered and went back to pouring drinks, nodding to the waitress on shift who went to deliver the next batch.

“Hey!” So, Champ had gotten tired of waiting.

“What can I get you?” Rosita didn’t bother to smile.

“You can get your hands off of Waverly.”

Rosita blinked, did he really just say that?

“You’re just some experiment for her. She’s not a dyke like you are.”

Rosita would have rolled her eyes if it wouldn’t make it harder to get this stupid lime on the glass. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I haven’t even had a drink!”

Rosita pointed at the sign hanging by the bar that said, We have the right to refuse service to anyone. “You’re an asshole and are harassing the staff. Get out.”

“No! You can’t make me.”

“Is there a problem here?”

They both looked up to see Nicole, not wearing her uniform, frowning at Champ with her face set in a hard line and back straight, enhancing her height by several inches.

“No-”

“Yes,” Rosita cut off Champ, “He’s harassing the staff, he needs to go.”

“Harassing! You’re harassing me!”

His loud protests had attracted the attention of half the bar. 

Nicole nodded and put a hand on Champ’s shoulder, “It’s time to go.”

He flung it off. “No! What the hell?! I haven’t done anything!”

In one swift movement, Nicole put him in some sort of armlock, her arm stretching behind his back and turned him around to walk to the door. She gave a wink to Rosita and started to march him out.

Well.

Damn.

Was it hot in here?

She watched Nicole swagger out, and Rosita could not blame Waverly at all. Well she could, the fact Waverly hadn’t said or done anything, but fuck. Nicole was hot.

“Of course!” Champ yelled, trying to twist out of Nicole’s hold and incapable of not doing anything other than make a scene, “You get the other fag to help you! Waverly isn’t like you!”

He’d missed the door opening in his yelling and Waverly, about to start her shift, stared at Champ in disbelief. She opened and closed her mouth several times.

“Champ! What is your problem?” She yelled.

“Waverly,” His face turned pale, “I’m, I’m just telling the truth I-” He stopped as Waverly stormed forward. Rosita almost backed away at the thunderous look on Waverly’s face, but stood frozen as Waverly grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her forward over the bar.

Okay, they were doing this.

The kiss was, well it was nice, demanding lips and a little wet and when they broke away Waverly smirked up at her. Rosita looked behind her, Nicole’s arms were empty and there was just silent devastation on her face.

Oh right.

Fuck.

“Boobs McGee!” Wynonna greeted over the din of Shorty’s, eyeing Rosita up in a way that- no she was not blushing, Rosita turned away.

“Hi Wynonna.” Rosita sighed. Why did this woman get to have such an effect on her?

And now she’s thinking about last night. Great. “I’m off in five.”

“Really?” Wynonna stared around the busy bar. “Don’t you usually close?”

Rosita nodded and then handed Wynonna a tumbler of whiskey. “Rebecca needed the extra shift.” She nodded at the other bartender beside Waverly. “So I get off early.”

“Well it’s my lucky night.” Wynonna smirked and then walked over to Doc at a nearby booth. Rosita watched her for a moment and then turned around at the urging of Jimmy to fill him up another beer.

He waggled his eyebrows at her and Rosita rolled her eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Not that she really had one herself.

Wynonna had kept coming over, and then instead of Rosita’s couch, they’d found themselves on her bed. They hadn’t talked about it, and Rosita wasn’t even sure what she would say.

She liked it.

Wynonna was fun and had no issues leaving her satisfied. She’d tried to imagine what a future would look like (fuck you Jeremy), but her brain got stuck everytime because Wynonna didn’t do long term. She never had.

Rosita had seen her flirtations with Doc and Dolls from her vantage point at the bar. They weren’t exes, they were, well whatever Rosita was. Would be. And it was fine, because she didn’t even know if she wanted anything more.

She finished the last few drinks and with a smile clocked out giving a wave to Waverly and Rebecca before wandering over to the booth to sit next to Wynonna.

“Rosita,” Wynonna called, “Doc was just telling me a very curious thing.”

“Oh no.”

“Miss Rosita,” Doc started, “I was just informing her of the town gossip that occurred in this very place not hours ago.” Sometimes she was really embarrassed she’d ever slept with him.

“Ah yes,” Rosita said, as she narrowed her eyes, “Champ did get kicked out.”

“And you and Waverly had quite the romantic kiss.”

Wynonna waggled her eyebrows at Rosita. “We are dating after all.” Rosita said.

Doc nodded, though there seemed to be a spark of amusement in his eyes. Rosita narrowed her own, had Wynonna told him? Did the entire bar know besides Nicole and Waverly?

Probably.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Doc said, “I have spotted some card players.”

They waved him off and Wynonna nodded to the pool tables where Nicole appeared to be hustling some tourists. Her face was etched into a deep scowl. She barely softened when Waverly came to her side and handed her a drink, lingering, and entirely unnecessarily touching Nicole’s arm.

“Look at what you did.” Wynonna sighed.

“What I did!” Rosita laughed, “For the record, Waverly was the one who kissed me. And you’re her girlfriend! You should be over there trying to cheer her up!”

Wynonna laughed and laughed and then leaned over to whisper into Rosita’s ear, “So?” She asked, “Which sister is the better kisser?” There was a sharp undercurrent of something new in her voice that had Rosita blinking at her. Was that? Jealousy?

“Well, I have to say Waverly,” Rosita said and couldn’t help the grin on her face as Wynonna scowled at her, a spark of hurt in her eyes, that had Rosita squeezing her thigh under the table, “Sadly, she’s in love with someone else so I think I can settle for the other.”

“Rosita,” Wynonna whined.

“I have heard that the other is quite satisfactory at other activities, and I have nothing to do tonight.”

“Is that so?” Wynonna smiled.

“My place is clean?” Rosita offered.

Wynonna downed the rest of her drink and stood, “Well then, what are we waiting for?”

That night, Rosita did admit, truthfully, that Wynonna was much better with her mouth.

Waverly slammed her books on the table causing both Rosita and Jeremy to jolt. “Waverly!” Jeremy said, “We are in a library.”

She ignored him. “I’m calling it.”

“What?” Rosita asked.

“This thing. Between us. I can’t deal with it anymore.”

“We have a week.” Rosita said, “And then the month you promised me is over.”

“It’s too hard.” Waverly cried. “The other night, after, um, Champ,” Waverly coughed, “Nicole would barely look at me! She clearly hates me!”

“Why would she?” Jeremy asked, looking between the two of them.

They both ignored him. “And why might that be?” Rosita said.

“She clearly thinks that was inappropriate! Us kissing in the middle of Shorty’s! While you were working. And I was about to.”

“Oh.” Jeremy said and looked between them.

Rosita couldn’t make her mouth work. Was Waverly really this stupid? Yes, her brain screamed, absolutely. “You don’t think there could be any other reason?”

“What else could possibly explain that?”

“Waverly,” Jeremy tried, “Maybe she was jealous?”

Rosita could have kissed Jeremy, if not for the whole, he’s gay, she’s in, whatever she’s in.

“That’s absurd.” Waverly rolled her eyes. “It’s just,” She slumped down in a seat, “I can’t do this anymore Rosita. I need to try to move on, find someone actually interested.”

“Okay,” Rosita sighed.

She got two echoing replies of, “Okay?!”

“After finals.” Rosita said, “Which ends in a few days, we can go get breakfast and tell them we broke up and it was amicable.”

“Does it have to be after finals?” Waverly whined.

“That’s only like three days.” Jeremy added.

“Yes,” Rosita said, “I’m not dealing with Nicole and Wynonna trying to harass me for details or convince me I made a mistake or whatever until I’m done with this semester.” It was a weak excuse, considering she was currently sleeping with one of them and trying to figure out what the hell they were. And Nicole would probably rather shoot her then try to convince her to take Waverly back.

That morning, after Wynonna had kissed her goodbye (and when did they do soft kisses in Rosita’s entryway, anyway?), Rosita had the terrible realization that she wanted this to be more than just friends hooking up. Or whatever. It had left her sitting on her couch staring blankly at the wall as her heart dropped into her stomach until she had been a few minutes late. 

She wasn’t ready to give this up.

Which she knew, inevitably, once they were both free from this absurd situation, that she would have to.

Because Wynonna was only in it for the fun, not the relationship.

She was not dealing with it until she finished these stupid finals.

“Okay,” Waverly said, “And we can do it at the Homestead!” Waverly brightened, “That way we can both escape if it gets weird.”

“We are just telling them we broke up,” Rosita reminded her, “Not that this was a fake relationship.”

“Well, obviously.” Waverly nodded. “Wynonna would never let me live it down if she knew.”

Jeremy choked on his water and Rosita glared at him. She turned back to the chemical structure she had been trying to memorize as Waverly opened up one of her massive books.

Rosita bit down a sigh, they’d break up, and after the inevitable fizzling of her and Wynonna, maybe she’d even join Waverly in trying to actually date someone.

It didn’t stop the dread building in her stomach.

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rewatching twd and am finally at where abe, rosita and eugene come in which means i can self insert myself cuz id be in their group LMAO

i <3 maladaptive daydreaming