#beth greene/daryl dixon

[im-immortal]

Small Miracles for BHF23: Silent Night

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying. After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down. Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself. But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living… he's a walker.

[paleshelter29]

Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe

I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade

The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave

There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed

I know that you love me, love me

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips

I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave

The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave

There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed

I know that you love me, love me

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up, you fill me up

Your love is so amazing

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine

Even when I lose my head

Guillotine, guillotine

Even when I lose my head

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up, you fill me up

Your love is so amazing

You fill me up, you fill me up

You set my soul ablaze

You fill me up even when I lose my head

[sluttyhenley]

What changed your mind?

THE WALKING DEAD

[mianieaaa]

i miss the first 3 seasons

[vakariaan]

ultimate ships challenge - [2/5] we could have had it all ships

Daryl/Beth  »  The Walking Dead

You're gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone, Daryl Dixon.

[zmbiesoph]

TENSION PT. 2

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - lowkey improved in smut (guys don’t judge I guess I was feeling real freaky while writing this😭)

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after you and Carl finally kiss, the tension just grows… and grows

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, lowkey boob kink, use of Y/N, use of “good girl”, lowkey just kinky, unprotected p in v, kinda rough smut, rushed and fast paced writing, kinda detailed

AGED UP CARL

Carl's hands roamed your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other gripping your hip possessively. You responded in kind, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him even closer. The kiss deepened, turning sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The feverish need that had been simmering between you for so long finally boiled over, and you both surrendered to it fully.

Your hands slid under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen, the defined muscles that spoke of his strength and agility. He groaned into your mouth as your nails lightly scraped his skin, arching into your touch. In return, he yanked the hem of your own top free from your pants, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through your bra.

You gasped at the sudden sensation, breaking the kiss to lean your head back against the wall. Carl took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck," you breathed, fisting a hand in his hair. The pain-pleasure of his teeth and tongue sent sparks of heat straight to your core. You needed more. Needed to feel him everywhere.

Carl seemed to read your mind, his hands deftly unhooking your bra and pushing it up out of the way. Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and he wasted no time in bending his head to capture one between his lips, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.

You cried out, arching off the wall, pushing your breast further into his hot mouth. He obliged, sucking hard, before moving to lavish the same attention on the other side. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, you were panting harshly, eyes glazed with lust. Carl looked just as affected, his own pupils blown wide and dark, cheeks flushed with arousal. Without a word, he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You automatically clung to him, arms around his neck and ankles locked at the small of his back.

He carried you over to a small table in the corner, sweeping the dust and debris onto the floor with one arm before setting you down on the rough wood. The change in position pressed his obvious arousal right against your clothed center, and you both groaned at the contact.

Carl captured your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands slid down your sides to the waistband of your pants. He paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded breathlessly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He popped the button on your fly and dragged the zipper down torturously slow. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, he slowly peeled them down your legs along with your boots, leaving you bare before him. For a moment, he just drank in the sight of you, eyes smoldering with desire.

Then he was kissing you again, hard and hungry, his hands spreading your thighs wide as he stepped between them. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking through your arousal with deliberate slowness. You whimpered into his mouth, hips rocking forward into his touch.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "All for me."

"Yes," you panted, tilting your hips to give him better access. "Only for you."

Carl smirked at that, two fingers plunging deep into your tight heat without warning. You cried out at the sudden fullness, inner muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.

The table creaked beneath you with every snap of his hips, the lewd sounds of your wetness mixing with your escalating moans. Your orgasm built quickly, your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning digits.

"That's it," Carl rasped, thumb flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

His words were all it took to send you careening over the edge. You came with a loud cry, body shaking and hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Carl didn't stop, fucking you through it with those relentless fingers until you were boneless and gasping.

When you finally came down, Carl was watching you with a look of pure male satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence. His low moan sent a fresh shiver down your spine.

"You taste fucking incredible," he said hoarsely, licking his lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

A fresh rush of arousal flooded your core at his words, but Carl wasn't done proving his point. In one smooth motion, he undid his own pants and shoved them down just enough to free his straining erection.

You widened your eyes at the impressive sight. Large and thick, flushed red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Carl caught your gaze and smirked knowingly before lining himself up with your entrance.

"Brace yourself," he said warningsly. Then he thrust forward in one powerful surge of his hips.

You both groaned as he filled you completely, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick length. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden fullness. When you nodded that you were ready, he pulled out slowly before snapping back inside.

The table rattled with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small cabin. Carl gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using his hold to pull you into every snap of his hips. You clutched at his shoulders for dear life, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Fuck," Carl grunted above you, sweat beading on his forehead. "So goddamn tight. Feels like you were made for me."

"Just like that," you gasped out, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."

Carl responded by angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your head thrashed against the table as your pleasure built again rapidly, so intense it bordered on painful.

"So close," you panted, feeling the telltale tightening in your lower belly. "Gonna come again."

"Yes," Carl hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your hips harder as his thrusts turned erratic. "Do it. Come on my cock like a good girl."

His dirty words pushed you over, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You screamed your release, vision whiting out as ecstasy consumed you. Distantly, you felt Carl's rhythm falter before he was coming too, spurting hot and deep inside you with a hoarse shout.

He collapsed on top of you after, both of you sweaty and panting, still intimately joined. For a few moments, there was only the sound of your breathing evening out as you came down from your highs.

Then Carl pulled back slightly to look at you, a lazy smirk on his face. "So," he said, brushing damp hair from your forehead. "That was... something else."

You huffed a laugh, still floating in the afterglow. "Definitely something else."

He kissed you then, sweet and slow, all traces of the earlier animosity gone. There was just this new connection between you now, electric and thrilling and oh-so-right.

When he finally pulled away, he nuzzled into your neck with a contented sigh. "We should probably get dressed before someone comes looking for us."

You made a noise of agreement but didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of him still half-hard inside you. In this moment, everything else could wait - the walkers outside, the prison, all of it. Right now, it was just you and Carl, finally giving in to what they both wanted.

And you knew, without a doubt, it was only the beginning.

@hiro--aoki @carlsangel @acid9786 @bethberry

[lionheartamelia]

One shot from every episode of The Walking Dead (2010 - 2022)

Time to bring my favourite twd video I made over to tumblr

[oatm3al-c00kies]

the walking dead as textposts/tweets (part 1!)

because i'm binging it rn & am also obsessed with making these!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[trashg0blin37]

I’m so obsessed with this smelly man, send help

[whiteprissybitch]

no sorry i can’t hang out im reading fanfiction of a girl who was killed off 10 years ago and a 45 year old emo hunter with daddy issues

[bambidixon]

No one would ever truly understand the vulnerability he showed to Beth, how, for perhaps the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be nurtured, comforted, and held while he was hurting. Her kindness gave him a safe space, letting him feel comfortable enough to be himself and lower his guard. It’s so beautiful to see him being protective, caring, and even a little silly without worrying about others watching. No one will ever understand how this was Daryl discovering that vulnerability is a strength in itself, and that kindness is something worth holding on to, rather than just clinging to bitterness. It's so beautiful to see how she showed him the way of the path he decided to follow.

“What changed your mind?”

[im-immortal]

hot girl summer (playing by the rules)

chapter 15: powerful with a little bit of tender

Her head was in the clouds, her heart following right along with it. She was floating somewhere high above the atmosphere, nearing space and damn near able to touch the stars. And this… this is what she’d been searching for when she’d let Gareth press his lips to hers. This is what she’d been desperately yearning for while she’d gone about her day-to-day life. Like drowning in that lake and letting the euphoric sensation of breathlessness overtake her, swallow her up, consume her. She could almost hear the low hum of a boat engine at the surface, reminding her that reality was awaiting her once she came back up for air.

But then Daryl growled against her lips and pulled away. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he gently pushed her back with the hand that had been kneading and massaging at her breast and teasing her nipple. His lips trailed their way down her chin, her neck, her chest. She gasped in a deep breath, trembling at his touch. She arched her back over the steering wheel and pushed her chest out, and he seemed to relish in the access. His mouth was still trailing down and down, kissing its way around both breasts, tongue flicking out across her nipples. She couldn’t swallow back the moans that escaped at the sensation. She slid her hands back to grasp either side of his head, tangling her fingers in his shaggy hair.

As he kept up the work with his hand on one breast, he was wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking slowly. She couldn’t suppress the shudder than ran through her, a moan escaping her parted lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, hips grounding down against his twitching cock through both her shorts and his jeans. He growled against her skin, the vibration reverberating through every bone in her body, and sucked a little harder.

She moaned even deeper, almost a guttural sound, tilting her head back as her jaw went slack and her eyelids fluttered, gasping for breath in between relentless moans that escaped on their own fruition. Felt his cock twitching and jumping from beneath his jeans. Felt his tongue tracing around her nipple, his lips sucking at it fervently. Felt his palm kneading at her breast. 

He’d turned her into an animal, moaning like a cat in heat, grounding herself down against him for even the slightest bit of pressure to ease the ache that had bloomed into a primal need. Then she felt the sharp edges of his teeth nipping at the very tender flesh around her nipple. 

Maybe she’d turned him into an animal, too.

A shudder wracked her whole body and she jerked against him.

“Daryl—!”

At the sound, he immediately stopped and pulled his mouth away to look up at her with hooded eyes, pupils wide and blown. She met his gaze, recognizing the uncertainty and slight hint of fear in his face.

“‘M sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Didn’t mean to—”

“Why’d you stop?”

Something sparked in his eyes, and though he didn’t smirk or even grunt, she felt his fingers dig tighter into the flesh of her hip before he resumed his previous ministrations. Leaned in like he was ready to bury his head into the earth that was her bare chest, wrapping his lips around her nipple and cupping her breast with his hand. Then he switched to the other breast, offering that side the same treatment with his mouth on her nipple and his hand kneading at the soft, tender flesh.

She couldn’t swallow back the squeal that escaped when he lightly dug his teeth in, her hips bucking reflexively, her core grounding down into him desperately. He wasn’t sucking as hard on this breast, but he returned to the other one as though he had a job to finish.

“And when Daryl Dixon says he’s gonna do something, he does it. And he doesn’t leave ‘til the job’s done,” she recalled, smirking to herself as that ironic thought popped into her head.

She could already tell—could already feel—that a mark was forming around her nipple. Knew it would end up being a hickey to rival the one on her neck. And oh, God, if that didn’t just feed the fire currently blazing at the very bottom of her stomach. She wanted him to mark every inch of her. To declare her as his and his alone. She wanted to be left with the evidence that Daryl Dixon had been here, had conquered her. And had been conquered in return.

[gala-art]

Just a quick bethyl thing, for survival purposes

[sluttyhenley]

bridal carry (noun): a means of carrying a person, with one's arms supporting their back and legs in front of one's own body

THE WALKING DEAD 4x13 | Alone

[doe-rose-q]

Norman Reedus absolutely misses Beth Greene, Emily Kinney, and BETHYL! 😍

This video excerpt from the behind-the-scenes show that aired after the September 29th, 2024 season two premiere of the Daryl Dixon spinoff series of The Walking Dead is absolute proof! ☝️😁

Daryl Dixon absolutely fell in love with Beth Greene. 💞

And Melissa sure doesn’t disagree! 😛

Bethyl was, is, and will always be romantic, my dear Bethylers. Do NOT let the haters and the C@rylers tell you differently. 😉

Norman has always shipped his character of Daryl Dixon with Beth Greene on TWD. And this annoys and even angers the C@ryl shippers to no end! 🤣

Bethyl 4-ever! 💘💘

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Catch any sleep?" you asked Daryl, stepping out into the living area with your fingers curled around a steaming mug of tea.

Daryl was laid out on the couch with an arm draped over his eyes. He sighed and shifted, lifting it to look at you as you sunk into a chair across the room. "Nah. 'M more likely to catch a unicorn than any fuckin' sleep these days..." He sighed heavily and sat up, planting his boots heavily back on the floor. He caught your eyes as you were giving him a perceptive and sympathetic look.

"...wanna talk about it?" you asked him.

He ducked his eyes and shook his head a little. "Not really..."

"Hey. You need to forgive yourself. About Beth. It wasn't your fault."

He let out a wry laugh and tugged at a loose thread on his pants. "Ya say that like it's easy."

"No. No... it's the hardest thing there is. Trust me. I've been there."

Daryl's eyes flicked back up to your face and he gave you a curious look. Whatever this was in your past, and he thought he knew it all, you'd never spoken of it before.

"I mean it though, Daryl. No one blames you. You did everything you could. It's not your fault."

And when you said it, he believed you.

Prompt: "You need to forgive yourself." / "You say that like it's easy." / "No. It's the hardest thing there is."