#blurbs twd

[daddydixonscrossbow]

“Merry Christmas, Daryl.” You walk up to him and a smile, “Here.” He gives you a funny look before looking down at the box in your hands, “Was’this?”

You motion for him to take it, “You’d know if you just open it.” You smirk as he sighs, shaking his head before taking the box from your hands.

It was just a small square box, kind of beat up, but it was the nicest one you could find. He grips the lid, shaking it slightly so the bottom falls out, the heavy metal clattering against the crumbled up paper put in to pillow around it. He moves the lid and a smirk appears on his lips as he scoffs, “oh no way.”

He takes the lighter from the box and his eyes scan over it, “Where’d you find this?” He looks up at you and you shrug, “Found it a while ago. Rick said it was one you can refill, so looking for the lighter fluid was the hardest part.”

“Y’find any?” He flips the lighter over and shakes his head as his eyes scan over the letters etched into the metal casing, D. DIXON, “Y’didn’t have t’do all this, y’know?” You shrug, “I just thought you’d like it, and I’ve always been big on gift giving, you know, before the world went to shit so..” you smile, “Do you like it?”

He nods, flicking it open and lighting it, “I love it, C’mere.” He wraps his arm around your neck, pecking your head, “Thank you.” You nod, taking in a deep breath, “No problem, Daryl.” He steps back, shaking the lighter slightly, “I’m’a find you somethin’”

You shake your head, “You’d don’t have to.” He rolls his eyes, “Nah, I am, I want to.” You nod, giving him a smile, “Okay.”

That night, as you’re standing up on the platform keeping watch, you hear someone coming up the ladder. A smile appears on your face as you see Daryl come into view, “Hey, how was the run?” He nods as he climbs up, “Good, I gotcha somethin’ though.”

He hands you a smaller box, “Sorry it didn’t take as long to find.” You furrow your brows, “Daryl, don’t apologize to me.” You laugh as you open the box, smirking when you pull out a blank dog tag - well, it wasn’t necessarily blank.

“Daryl.” Your thumb rubs over the letters etched into the old tag, DIXON, “I love it.” You look up at him, “Can you-“ you motion to your neck and he nods, “Yeah, yeah, turn’round.” You turn around, lifting your hair up and he takes the necklace, attacking them together behind your neck, “There y’go.”

“I love it.” You look down at the tag lying on your chest, “Thank you.” You look back up at him, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek, “Merry Christmas, Daryl Dixon.”

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[dixonzzgirl]

imagine… 

finding daryl a really cool zippo lighter and seeing him mindlessly flick it open and close throughout the day.

sitting with your feet in his lap while you both relax on the porch swing (alexandria era).

pinky linking instead of full on hand holding. 

finally getting to the playful butt swat stage of your relationship + him winding up his t-shirt and chasing you around the house. 

him praising you whenever you kill an animal: “nice shot, girl.” “look at you.“ “atta girl.” 

reading a book with your legs crossed on his work bench as he tinkers with his bike.

getting a cold and when daryl dips down to kiss your lips, you turn your head away from him. “daryl, don’t! i don’t wanna get you sick!” and then he grabs your chin and presses a firm kiss on your lips anyway.

daryl finds a cowboy hat and drops it on your head. you let out a giggle. “what’s that saying? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you smirk. his cheeks darken and he turns away from you. “think ya’ got tha’ backwards..” he drawls. “no? pretty sure i’m right…”

eating a lollipop and daryl walks right up and pulls it out of your mouth and puts it in his (or vise versa).

having a journal that you can both communicate in. we all know daryl isn’t the best at communicating his feelings verbally and maybe you aren’t either, so you just write back and forth to each other.

i love the journal idea because you would use it for everything. daryl has to be up early to help rick with something? he’ll scribble a quick “helping rick. come find me.” and as soon as you wake up and feel the void in bed beside you, you go right to the journal.

him getting hard as fuck when you give shane attitude (farm era).

you get into an accident on a run and ending up losing a lot of blood and you wake up later in the infirmary. “ya’ lost a lotta blood,” he says. “then i bet you did too…” you smiled groggily knowing that he gave you some of his (he’s a universal donor).

rubbing aloe vera on his sunburnt skin and he just lets out these sexy ass heavy breaths.

him watching you get visibly frustrated when someone else is helping you with something, but not doing it the way you want it done, so daryl steps in and tells them to get lost.

daryl giving you cold medicine while you’re sick and he makes you take it in front of him and open your mouth to show him that you swallowed it.

a/n: these are my favorite scenarios to imagine when I'm in class :) if you wanna use any of these ideas for a fic, tag me! i'd love to see them!

[darylbae]

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡🩰

i think daryl would definitely not realize it at first, in fact i think the group would notice it before him. rick would see the way daryl's gaze would linger onto you when he'd talk about a risky supply run. rick would of course tell michonne, who would poke a little fun at him. "you like her!" "shut up, i do not!" and it wasn't until he'd laid down for the night, that he had realized it. he'd think about your eyes, and how bright they were when you'd be talking to anybody. he'd think about the nervous tells you had, like bouncing your leg, chewing on your lip and looking around the room. he'd think about how, sometimes annoyingly, bubbly you were no matter what. it would typically bother him how happy you were mid-apocalypse, but he lets it slide more often than not. he would not pick up on this stuff if he didn't have a crush. he'd be hyper-aware of how he acts around you, after admitting to himself he had a crush on you. he'd glance at you, then quickly glance away, but always end up looking back over at you. he'd study your lips and how they moved, wanting nothing more than to feel them on his. most of all, he'd keep it to himself. because the last thing he needs is everyone finding this out. and making your friendship with him tense. carol could see through daryl almost too easily, so she's the only one who can get away with poking the bear. besides you. "you like her, huh?" carol would ask, and daryl would just roll his eyes. "so what?" "do something about it!" daryl had no understanding of 'doing something about it', despite his moody, careless attitude, he cared deeply about your friendship and wanted nothing to ruin that. rick was playing matchmaker and suggested the two of you to go out on a run, much to daryl's dismay. now he'd have to deal with his constant reminder of his crush on you, as well as you. there you were, sat sweetly on the hood of a car waiting for him, a smile plastered onto your face as you spotted him. "ready to go?" you asked, your voice smooth as honey and it had sent shivers up his neck. "get in." he'd mumble. "yes, sir." let's not talk about your use of the word sir, and what it does to him. he couldn't explain it, the authority of the word sir, just hit him in his sweet spot. he'd constantly look out for you on runs, even when going along with others, he'd volunteer to split up but stick with you. it wasn't like you were a nuisance, not all the time anyway, he just loved being there for you. he'd walk behind you, trying to be a gentleman and stop himself from gazing across your body as you walked. you were the total personification of sex. "can i bring this back?" you'd ask, picking up something stupidly unnecessary, this time it was a small, pink, glittery cowboy hat attached to a pink headband. "will it help us?" he'd respond, not even looking your way, but still having to keep you entertained. "no." you'd respond, glum face as you look down at it back on the shelf. "then i think we found our answer." daryl was always a bummer, but you had gotten used to it. you knew how deeply he cared for his people, so what was a little grumpiness. but you'd always return back, and find whatever stupid thing you'd found on a run, sitting on your bed by the end of the day.

[thewalkingdilf]

can we all just agree that daryl would definitely love to smoke a cigarette while you ride his thigh.

his sex drive hasn’t always been able to compare to yours, and him being a decent bit older than you definitely doesn’t help, but he could never deny a little angel like you the pleasure that you craved so badly.

so there you were, propping yourself up in his lap excitedly, getting yourself settled in the perfect position on his denim-clad thigh, with help from daryl’s strong arms keeping you steady while you adjusted yourself, of course.

the cigarette not only helped him relax in his own way, just as you were relaxing by making a mess of his strong thigh- it also served as a way for him to stall, to test your patience, a sort of timer if you will.

you’d rut yourself against him, whining and blubbering about how bad you needed him, meanwhile he’d continue to sit back in his chair, gripping your waist with one hand while the other would be raised toward his mouth, taking a long, deep draw from the cigarette, gently blowing the smoke toward you.

occasionally, if he was in an extra good mood that day, he’d flip his cigarette around in his fingers, resting it between your lips for you to take a couple puffs as well. he was typically against you smoking; he didn’t want someone like you falling into such a bad habit like him, but he couldn’t deny how much he loved to see you like that in the moment; fucking yourself against him so desperately while you blow the smoke in his face, the small nicotine buzz making you feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy, adding to your overwhelming pleasure.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll make you feel good, just lemme finish my smoke, yeah? you can be patient and do that for me, can’t ya’?”

“daryl, please.”

“not yet baby, yer being so good f’ me, i know you can wait a lil’ longer.”

[dixonsbrat]

╰ . ୭ ┆ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 ˚. ᵎᵎ

"promise m’somethin'?" daryl's voice is groggy as the morning sun begins to trickle in through the window. one hand wrapped firmly around your waist as the other runs idle shapes across your face.

you hum in acknowledgment, leaning into his chest, not really wanting to break the silence you had built between you both.

“promise that if anythin’ ever gets real bad, you’ll run.” he doesn’t say it as a question. no. he makes it a statement. he wants you to know how serious he is about it.

you peel your face from his chest to look up at him, his light eyes finding yours immediately in the ill-litted room. there’s a steeliness to them that you’d never seen before, but something far beyond just the depths of his seriousness. there was fear.

“daryl-“ you begin to speak, managing to get nothing out but his name before he shakes his head.

“need ya to promise.” he says it more stern now.

there’s a beat of silence, his eyes scanning your face, trying to gather any information on the answer you’re going to give him. his hope lingers in the air as your fingers run across his skin, like kisses from a ghost, as you reach to touch his cheek.

he instinctively leans into the touch. a fault of his. always craving your touch, no matter the circumstances.

then you shake your head and his heart plummets in his chest. his brain working to come up with a reason but your words overpower his own before he has a chance.

“there’s nothing in this world that will ever make me run anywhere that isn’t straight to you. and you can argue with me all you want, tell me that it’s for my own safety, but i don’t care.”

he’s silent for a second before he speaks, but his voice is small, a whisper in the wind, “please.”

you take in a deep breath, your chest pressed flush to his side as you tangle your fingers with his, “daryl, you can’t ask me to do that.”

“s’why i ain’t askin,” he grumbles, his voice gruff compared to your calm tone. “i need ya safe. i need ya alive.”

you can’t help but stifle a small huff of laughter at his stubbornness, your hand pulling his towards your mouth as you press a soft kiss against his knuckle. you can feel his breathing relax a little at the gesture and you look back up at him in the bed.

“when are you going to get it through your thick skull that this world isn’t worth surviving unless i’m surviving it with you.”

his breathing falters, eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and desire. he still count fathom the fact that anyone could ever care for him, love him, the way you do, but hearing you say that you wouldn’t want to be in this world if it wasn’t with him… it makes his heart swell and ache at the same time.

“y’can’t think like that,” he shakes his head but it’s you who cuts him off this time, pressing your finger to his mouth.

“i can, and i will,” you nod. “if i lose you… i lose everything. i’m not going to let that willingly happen.”

he doesn’t know how to respond, his words getting caught in his throat. he knew you were stubborn, much like him, but he also knew how devoted you were to those you loved, and it confused him every day how lucky he was that he got to be one of those people.

he just nods, knowing there was no point in arguing, “a’ight. a’ight.” his voice is a shaky, but it doesn’t let up just how affected he was by your words, and he pulls your head back to his chest, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

[daryltwdixon]

Daryl x Reader blurb

Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting: “You’re always so flirty” | “Just with you”

Author’s note: just wanted to have some fun with an awkward Daryl Dixon. Spacing might be off cause I wrote this in my notes app

Fluff; season 2 at the farm, Daryl is annoyingly contradictory lol

The fire crackles softly, casting a warm glow over Daryl’s little camp. It’s a quiet retreat, tucked away from the noise of Hershel’s farm. Perfect for someone like Daryl Dixon—if it weren’t for you always finding your way over and making yourself comfortable.

You plop down on the edge of an overturned log, casually leaning back like you belong. Daryl hasn’t looked at you since you arrived, his focus locked on the flames like they hold the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. It’s cute how hard he’s trying to ignore you.

“You’re always out here, all broody and mysterious,” you start, grinning when his shoulders stiffen. “What, scared to be around the rest of us?”

“Don’t need to be around no one,” he grumbles, poking at the fire with a stick. “Got enough of ya hangin’ around as it is.”

“Aw, you wound me, Dixon.” You press a hand to your chest dramatically. “You’re saying you don’t like my company?”

He snorts, finally glancing up at you. “Ain’t what I said.”

“Oh, so you do like me hanging around?” You lean in, your smile widening when his jaw tenses. “I knew it.”

“I didn’t—” He cuts himself off with a frustrated growl, shoving the stick into the fire like it’s personally offended him. “Don’t twist my words.”

You bite back a laugh, watching him closely. He’s so awkward, fidgeting with his hands and refusing to meet your gaze for more than a second. It’s almost too easy.

“I don’t have to twist anything,” you say, resting your chin in your hand. “You’re the one who lets me stay.”

He mutters something incoherent under his breath, but there’s no bite to his words. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, his lips pressing into a thin line when he catches you smirking.

“You’re cute when you’re all flustered, you know that?”

That does it. His head snaps up, his face caught somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed. “Ain’t flustered.”

“Sure, you’re not.” You scoot a little closer, just enough to make him shift uncomfortably. “But your ears are turning red, Dixon.”

He scowls, his hand going to the back of his neck like he can hide it. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with me,” he grumbles, leaning away like the extra distance will help.

You grin, tilting your head as you watch him. “You know, if you don’t want me to flirt with you, you could just say so.”

That makes him freeze. He’s still for a long moment, shoulders rising with a deep breath before he turns just enough to glance at you. “Ain’t said that, neither,” he mutters, his voice low and almost too quiet to hear.

“Hmm.” You hum, eying his flustered face and furrowed brows. It wasn’t fair that he was handsome even when he was annoyed. “So you don’t mind it?”

His face scrunches up like you’ve backed him into a corner, and for a second, you’re sure he’s going to snap at you. Instead, he stares down at the fire, muttering under his breath. “Don’t mean nothin’,” he says, but it’s so unconvincing you can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“Daryl Dixon,” you say, leaning forward with a teasing smile, “are you blushing?”

That makes him whip around, his eyes narrowing in a glare that might’ve been intimidating if his ears weren’t still pink. “Ain’t blushing,” he snaps, but the way he shifts under your gaze gives him away.

“Sure, you’re not.” You flash him your widest grin, delighting in how his scowl deepens. “But I gotta say, it’s a good look on you.”

For a moment, there’s only the crackle of the fire, the quiet filling the space between you. Then, looking away, Daryl grumbles, “You’re always so damn flirty.”

You brighten immediately, your grin turning playful. “Just with you.”

His hand busying itself with another stick as he shifts his weight, his shoulders tensing as if bracing for more. “Why?” he dares to ask, the question low and hesitant, like he’s regretting it even as it leaves his mouth.

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Because you’re fun to mess with,” you say simply, your voice dripping with mischief.

Daryl grunts in response, but he doesn’t look up.

“And,” you continue, letting your tone soften just a little, “because I like you.”

He stills again and finally looks at you, his eyes narrowing like he’s trying to decide if you’re joking. “Nothin’ likable ‘bout me,” he mutters, quieter this time.

“Oh, you’re so wrong about that,” you reply, standing and stretching lazily. “There’s plenty worth liking about ya, Dixon. Just think I’m the only one who sees it.”

That catches him off guard. His head lifts slightly, his gaze flickering toward you before darting back to the fire. His ears are still pink, but now there’s something else—something softer in his expression.

“Whatever,” he mutters, but the words lack their usual bite.

You smile, letting the moment linger before pushing yourself up off the log. “I’ll leave you alone—for now,” you say, your voice laced with mischief. “But don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of me.”

As you walk away, you swear you hear him mutter something under his breath, but when you glance back, he’s already turned away, poking at the fire like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

And yeah, his ears are still red.

[itsgrimeytime]

when you get hurt... || Rick Grimes (TWD)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker @zomb-1-egutzz

"Rick," you stressed, "-it's just a cut. I'll be fine."

You'd been messing around with your knife and had sliced your finger. That was it. It was bleeding, yeah, but nothing worse than what you'd already experienced. So, you were here, hand pressed into your finger searching for some medical supplies and you had made the mistake of going to one Rick Grimes.

He'd been really concerned for you lately, to his defense, so it wasn't really out of the ordinary.

Whether be making sure you took care of yourself, "Ya eaten yet?"

Or dragging you away from something when you were bone-dead tired, "C'mon, 's time to at least take a break."

Or making sure you were careful on runs, he'd taken to telling you to "Please, be careful." with quite possibly the most genuine tone you'd ever heard. You weren't sure how to respond to that.

And then, he was always seeking you out. Roaming around Deanna's dinners with you, he focused on chatting with you. If he got pulled off to someone else, he'd be back by your side at the end of the night. Or he'd ask if you wanted some lunch, and you'd stay in the Grimes house for a few hours, just talking. Not that you minded it at all, you were close with Rick and, if you were honest, you did kind of have a thing for him. Well, bigger than a thing.

"Indulge me 'is one time, darlin'," he nearly begged -concern heavy in his blue eyes, "-Let me help ya."

Right, the "darlin'" thing. That had started recently, and you still weren't sure how to take it.

You sighed, the chill of the night dusting along your skin, "Yeah, alright, Grimes. But it is really not a big deal-"

He gently took your bicep in one hand, fingertips carefully pushed into your skin. Your lips snapped shut.

Physical contact? Add it to the list.

Recognizing the path to be the one to his own house, you weren't surprised. Everyone had a med kit in their house, you had just run out when you helped somebody with a bigger injury than yours currently was.

He didn't stop until he was in the bathroom, a tiny bathroom really, crouching down and fishing out the med kit. You stared at him for a few seconds, blankly, distinctly standing outside of the bathroom because... well, because standing so close to Rick just might make your heart burst out of your chest.

And it wasn't even that the bathroom was that tiny. It was just Rick was all broad-shoulder, leader-stance man that there would not be much space left at all. You shoved the thought of his shoulders far, far away. Or you tried to.

Finally, he stood up, little white container in his hand. His hands-

"C'mon," he motioned for you to come into the bathroom, tiny bathroom, broad shoulders, big hands-

"Rick," you spoke instead of following him in, "-is this really worth the medical supplies?"

"Yeah," he answered back, instinctively (getting a little of his leader voice), "-now, c'mon."

Gnawing at your lip a second, you sighed and moved into the bathroom. Just as you thought, it was small. And you could smell the woodsy smell of one Rick Grimes, as his body heat seeped into your skin. You almost forgot you were bleeding for a second.

"Rick, we can barely fit in here together. How are you supposed t-"

Rick put his hands under your arms and lifted you onto the sink counter with practiced ease. You swallowed, heavily.

"'Ere," he chimed, a little frustrated (worried, really), "-ya happy?"

You didn't say a word.

Luckily, he didn't expect you to. Instead, he brushed his calloused fingers against yours, pulling back your hand to see the cut. Rick pursed his lips, hands gentle and careful with you like you were precious. The thought made something thrum in your chest.

"'S hurt?" he asked, blue eyes focused on your wound.

You ignored the urge to really look at him and followed his eyes. You gave up fighting, answering honestly, "A little. Stings, mostly."

He frowned a little at that, gently pressing his fingers along your skin, "Gonna 'ave to clean it, and, by the look of it, 's gonna need stitches, darlin'."

"Rick," you countered, "-it does not need stitches."

"Does," he replied simply, adding, "-'Seen my fair share of wounds, sweetheart, an' it needs stitches."

Sweetheart, that's new.

"What," you responded, indignant, "-and I haven't?"

Rick looked up at you then, and your breath halted in your chest (blue, blue, blue), "Ya kno' you are terrible at takin' care of yourself."

"Just because I don't eat once-"

"'S not it," he hummed, busying himself back with the wound -he was gathering up some cotton balls, "-I see ya hide wounds all the time. Bad ones."

Okay, so maybe you lied. You cleaned out your medical kit out of your own volition. It wasn't that you were bad with weapons, you were just clumsy. You couldn't control that, and it was embarrassing, so you hid it.

"Nobody else has caught onto that," you questioned, "-how did you?"

He took a moment, not looking at you (eyes solely on the wound), "I pay attention to ya."

You pressed your lips together, silencing yourself. You were learning a lot today. Good things, maybe?

You eyes dipped to Rick a moment.

Yeah, okay, good things.

"If it needs stitches, shouldn't I go to Denise?" you asked, carefully.

He looked up at you, all blue eyes and worry, "Ya want to?"

"No," you cleared your throat, awkwardly (he was very close), "-no, this is fine."

Rick looked at you a little confused for a second, maybe at your sudden awkwardness, but he seemed to write it off. You breathed out a sigh of relief.

It was silent as he cleaned your wound, other than the hiss of your breath as it stung. Rick's eyes dipped to you then, lips flattening, and the next time he tried to do it gently. You don't know if you were supposed to notice it, but you did.

As he was finishing up the stitches, your mouth started moving before you could stop it.

"Why do you care so much?"

He didn't react at first, focused on stitching your wound up -calloused fingers careful and practiced. You briefly wondered how often he'd done this to be so casual about it. You supposed you couldn't judge, you did it a lot too.

Finally, he finished, turning his eyes up to you -something serious in them, "We doin' 'is now?"

You swallowed at the eye contact, but spoke, confused, "I just asked you a question. I don't-"

"Y/N," he leveled, voice stern and focused -just looking at you.

"What? I'm confused-"

His fingers tilted your eyes to him, callouses against your skin, and your lips snapped shut. Blue eyes intently focused, and something in your stomach swirled.

"We doin' 'is now?" he repeated, and his eyes dipped to your lips for just a second. Oh.

You blinked a few times, "I guess-" you swallowed, "-I guess not."

Rick nodded, gathering up the leftover supplies and putting them back in the container -fluidly. You just watched him wordlessly, words anywhere but on your tongue.

"Next time, ya hurt yourself," he stated, not really a question at all, "-come to me."

"Rick, I really can't ask you to-"

He turned to you again, eyes heavily focused, "Ya ain't a burden to me, and I'd prefer to kno' if ya were hurt."

You pressed your lips together a second, taking in all this new information -scanning him over, "Okay, yeah, I'll come to you."

Rick let his eyes rest on your face, skimming over you, before pulling you off the counter. His hands left your skin tingling, and you blearily blinked.

"We'll talk tomorrow mornin', yeah?"

You nearly asked him about what, but the way he was looking at you nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. Oh.

"Yeah," you shook your head, slowly, "-yeah, we can talk tomorrow."

He smiled at you then, a small one (it felt different now), "Goodnight, darlin'."

You bit at your lip, just looking at him (he almost looked at you like he thought you were adorable), "Yeah, um, goodnight, Rick."

And with a blink, you turned and walked out of his house.

Tomorrow, you thought (maybe smiling a little), tomorrow. Maybe you could get up early. For no particular reason.

Well, at least you had something to look forward to.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

please write lirerally anything for sitting on daryls lap facing him omg i would die

fem wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.

a/n: i decided to combine my idea of daryl messing up cutting his hair and this and it honestly turned out so cute!! like i was giggling and twirling my hair writing this 😭

With your lips rolled between your teeth to hide a cheek splitting smile, you perched yourself comfortably onto Daryl’s lap, hair cutting scissors in hand as you assessed the damage he had done to himself.

Admittedly, you had put cutting Daryl’s hair on the back burner seeing as though your group was working to make Commonwealth your home once more. You knew its length was starting to bug your husband, catching the older man often tucking it behind his ears, blowing it out of his face, or into a man-bun; you shamelessly enjoyed those days the most.

You knew he was much too good of man to bug you about it when you’d walk through the threshold of your home looking like you were about to pass out as soon as your body touched the softness of your bed. You just hadn’t expected him to take matters into his own hands. Maybe you should have.

“God, D. What did you do?” You said with a snort, taking pieces of his now mix-matched length hair in between the pads of your fingers. You twirled them gently, a fond look in your eye. Daryl’s eyes were cast down in embarrassment due to your teasing.

“Dunno… thought I could do it m’self.” He mumbled stubbornly. You laughed again, finally allowing your smile to break free. “I’m sure you did hun.”

He just grunted in response.

“Welp,” You began with a sigh. “Let’s get to work.”

With every chunk of his hair that fell to the floor also took a part of your soul with it. Daryl and you had been together for what seemed like forever now, especially with everything that you had gone through together all the way from the farm until now.

You have seen him throughout many stages of growth, so cutting off a piece of him that you watched change feels like you’re losing a part of the past, but also welcoming a new future.

You felt yourself smile once more the shorter his hair got until you had gotten it perfectly styled.

“Oh God.” You couldn’t help but exclaim with a scrunched nose. “Wha’?” He asked nervously. He had felt his head get lighter, and everytime it did he felt himself get a tad bit sicker. “This is gonna make me feel young again.” Was all you could say.

By that you mean he looks exactly like he did back when you had first met at the Quarry; when he was young and spunky and mean.

“Stop teasin’ me, woman.” He groaned with a small smile of his own. “I’m being serious, stud.” You flirted. He snorted, saying, “I wanna see what it looks like.”

You got off of him, stretching as he padded over to the closest mirror.

He was quiet for a moment and you made sure to watch his face for any kind of negative reaction, but all he did was just pull at his new hairdo with curious hands.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask. It took him a moment to respond.

“Yeah, I like it.”

[star-wrote]

18+

daryl dixon loves to watch you ride his thigh.

he sits back and smokes a cigarette while his eyes wander over your body. your body that’s grinding desperately on his thigh.

listening to you begging and whining for him to touch you might just be his favorite sound, so he tells you that you’ll have to do all of the work until he finishes his cigarette.

once he uses the cigarette for all it’s worth, he stubs it out and move his hands to your hips. the sigh you let out is immediate.

when he starts moving your hips for you, it takes so much not to just cum on his thigh right then.

soon enough, he grows uncomfortably hard in his pants and gives you permission to cum.

the night ends with your face pressed into pillows and him pounding into you <3

next blurb ->

[darylsfavoritegirl]

Yk that argument Daryl had with Shane at the barn? Put your own spin on it and include the reader somehow, maybe she even tries to break them up and he is still pissed. Afterwards he goes off to sulk in his anger trying to ignore you, but it’s too hard

۶•ৎ

The Odd Man Out

There you all were, away from Hershel's house, near the barn. Your heart was pumping blood more than what felt like necessary, your knees had become weak, all ready to betray you and cause you to collapse to the ground.

"This is unacceptable, man." Shane breathed out with fire, drawing circles infront of the barn gate.

"All this time..." He didn't finish his sentence and chuckled exasperatedly.

"Shane. Calm down. This is Hershel's land."

"I'll- I'll find a way to figure this-"

Shane came at Rick when Lori got between the two of them, pressing her right hand to Shane's chest. Her eyes scolded him as Shane gave her a quick stare and rolled his eyes.

Shane was staring at the barn gate, hands rested on his hips, shaking his head as all you could hear was him mumbling to himself.

Your eyes scanned the barn and its perimeter, observing every distressed face.

"You know we gotta leave man. Now we been talking about Fort Benning for a while..." Shane turned to all of you as Rick didn't let him say a word and raised his hand as a warning.

"We can't leave." He shook his head.

The side of your eyes caught Carol and how he wrapped her arms around herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes glossy with tears to come.

"My daughter is out there." Her voice was shaky. She looked taken aback as everyone gazed upon her. You could tell she didn't like to be the center of attention, especially at a time like this.

"We're gonna find your daughter, OK?" Lori rushed to Carol, offering a sense of support as she squeezed her arm, they were glued to one another.

Your eyes shifted to Shane as you shielded your eyes from the sun. He studied your face for a second or so. A faint snicker painted his lips. He knew why you had stayed quiet so far, he was the one that you spoke in discreet -though you felt that the cat was gonna be out of the bag any second-

You felt uneasy under his gloomy gaze as you looked away, changing your position in which you rested your entire body weight on one leg, arms crossed. You eyes were fixated on the others for a brief second to see if anyone caught that tense eye contact you happened to make with the most troubled man in the group.

Shane walked past you, not skipping to give you one last dark stare as he made his way to Rick.

"I think it's the time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

You sensed everyone tilting their heads to his direction. Daryl stood next to you, you almost heard his breathing go more and more shallow, irritation growing denser through his veins as he fixated his eyes on him; squiented as ever, dauntless as ever.

"I ain't leavin' no one behind." He squiented his eyes at him, his body still as a stone as you could see he clenched his jaw firmly.

Shane ran his hand through his shaved head as he clasped his hands over it.

"Nah man, I-" Shane were to start another babbling session on a bothersome argument right when you flinched at Daryl's loud words.

"I'm close ta findin' dis girl. I jus' found a damn doll two days ago" He was coming at Shane when you felt like it was time you partook in this before it got out of hand.

"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did, you found a doll."

Shane pressed his lips together as he leered at Carol before speaking.

"All I'm sayin' is she could've been dead by now and we're-"

"Enough. Shane, enough." You looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide with your hand reflexively being up in the air towards his direction as a sense of warning before he took this any further.

"Ya dun' know the hell yer talkin' 'bout."

It was Shane one side and Daryl on the other side. Things got ugly pretty swiftly as you had to step back when Daryl came at him but it wasn't a few seconds later that you stepped in once again, punches flying in the air, some hitting your chin with their elbows. Your head and body were thrown back by their aggression reflected on their action.

Dust particles, the strings of hays that were laid out on the perimeter were awakened by this fallout. Your eyes got stung by them, this was like hell that you had no control in whatsoever.

"Hey, you back off."

"Come on now." Dale asserted.

It was Rick, Lori and you trying to break them up. Under the heat of the sun, with your red faces and greased clothes were you tossed in a fight near a barn full of walkers.

"Leave. Leave now." You demanded Shane. You pointed him with your finger, forehead wrinkled and brows creased as he clapped his hands in an amusing manner.

"You got a real mouth on you, I'll give you that." He cackled and continued with his chest heaving.

"Now you care? 'Cause last time I checked you were the one who said 'it's a waste of time anyway' " He waved his hands next to his head theatrically and thinned his voice as if to mock you.

"That's not what I said prick." You stepped forward, walking slowly as you widened your eyes. You were trying to catch your breath, unevenly panting as your eyes were out of focus.

It was Daryl's voice that stopped you

" 'S this true?" He had his hands on his hips, gazing upon you through his lashes. It was like he was let down, couldn't even stomach looking you in the eyes, though his eyes had an uneasy beam to them, as if what you were about to say meant more than what both of you could ever dare to imagine.

"No" You shook your head, you clenched your fists without noticing. You felt goosebumps swarming all over your body, somehow making you chill under the radiant sun.

"Fuck no." Your head turned to Carol instinctly, and then the others.

It was a moment of suffering. You, standing toe to toe with everyone. Their hesitant stares, their subtle glances that traveled back and forth with everyone else but you had riled you up yet you knew you were in big trouble and perhaps in the wrong.

You spanked your forehead with both of your palms, inhaling a huge breath in as you shut your eyes and stared all of them back.

"Come on. That motherfucker's lyin' to your faces."

" 'S he?" Daryl inquired, though his tone gave away that he thought he knew the answer. You could never wrap your head around how a redneck like him, could be so tender to a woman he despised. Yet there comes to question, didn't he despise you all? What had happened that he was now a decent person, defending someone who wasn't his blood nor his kin like a sworn confidant behind closed door?

Your eyes darted to the others.

"You believe him?"

Them looking down at their shoes was your answer.

"Stupid bitch."

Daryl mumbled under his breath as he walked away with slumped shoulders and a crossbow he had put aside.

Your face went white, shoulders sagging as you did what you had thought of doing all along.

You kept breathing sharply, turning around and lunging at Shane. He took a step back, eyeing Rick specifically to come and get you as he already had done so.

"Lying son of a bitch." You spat, your hair was everywhere on your face. You could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.

"Easy. Easy." Rick kept his hand above your cleavage, fingers gripping the sides of your arms.

"I'm fine." You fumed as you moved your hair aside from your face.

"Wha's with all tha' if he 's lyin?" Daryl commented while he was tapping his feet to the ground, resembling a jaded eleven-year old in a family gathering. He pointed at you with his hand as he emphasized on the word "that". You had gone mad infront of all of them. You were bewildered, brows raised with a blank stare in your eyes for a few seconds.

"Look, that's not what I said at all." You began. You pouted your face as soon as everyone started putting your words into your mouth and jabbering.

"Geez, am I the only one who gives a damn 'bout this lil' girl?" Daryl snapped, walking around in circles and spreading out his accusing tone to everyone.

You shook your head in apace, trying to select the proper words to utter. You pressed your lips together, face heating under the wrathing heat wave. You looked around like a child in need of emotional support. Hands on your hips as Rick took a step ahead.

"Everyone go. Now. We'll sort this out tonight."

You got a chance to gaze upon Daryl for the first as his eyes were fixated on Carol. After all, they had formed a relationship out of this. You barely remembered anyone getting along with Daryl or him with others. You walked towards the house with thought filling your head and the misconception you felt needed to be debunked.

Few days passed, everyone still being furious with you. Little Sophia coming out of the barn as a walker didn't aid to your situation whatsoever.

You were sitting on a rock near the fields on Hershel's property. One of your elbows were resting on your knee as your other hand was supporting your chin. You were observing the stubble land laid out infront of you, cicadas jumping from one to another.

The wobbly wind was aggravating with the way it was blowing hot air to your face and body when your eye caught someone walking out of the woods into the stubble field.

Your position changed gradually with you fixing your hunchback as your arms fell loose next to you and you stretched your body a few inches taller to see who it was.

Daryl.

His eyes were checking out his surroundings as his crossbow was swinging on his hand. He wiped his hand on his forehead when his eyes noticed you.

Uneasy features were tugged on your face, not knowing what to do or say.

He passed by you, putting his best work not to acknowledge your existence.

"Daryl." You softly said.

Though your hands were resting on the sharp-edged rock , head slightly tilted and eyes scrutinising your knees that had scrapes all over it, you somehow managed to sense him throwing his head back and fully preparing himself to say a word to you.

"Yeah." He reacted.

It took a while for you to turn and face him entirely. He was looking rather fed up with you. His lips were pale and pressed, his goatee beard all tangled, he must've been scratching it and running his fingers through it, you assumed. It was something you had noticed him doing back in the quarry.

"I'm sorry but all I said was 'we might be better off elsewhere' when I happened to be absent-minded around him. You know-"

He squinted his eyes at you, his chest heaving up with a heartburn as he barked.

"Ain't ma headache no more."

"The girl 's dead."

He pointed one of his stained arrow at you, a vein appearing on the side of his neck. He was blaming every inch of you from head to toe.

You stood infront of him, pupils dilated, hands in a loose punch as no amount of air was enough to fill your lungs.

"And I'm terribly sorry-"

"No yea ain't." He came closer at you, crossbow on one hand and arrow on the other. His neck was stretching forward, sweat beading the below of his hairline.

"Don' give me tha' crap." He used his arrow once again, pointing it at you in a circular motion.

"Yer upset only 'cause he outed yea like tha', infront of the whole lot."

"You hear yourself?" You gasped slightly at his words. You were more confused than angry.

"Whatever dis is, keep it ta yerself."

You heard the fading tone in his voice, he grew less and less attentive with you within 5 minutes.

He adjusted his crossbow and arrows on one hand and started ambling towards the house with his hand scratching the back of his neck.

Sun shone through his golden hair, he was walking aimlessly. It was like you had sucked away the energy left in him for the day.

"Your one stupid motherfucker." You hissed, standing on your tiptoes and extending your torso forward to make sure he heard you.

It was all a misunderstanding, Shane twisting your words back then and now no one giving you the time to explain yourself but only putting words into your mouth. You had lost all hope for the situation for the time being, after all it was still so fresh, everyone was still so vulnerable. No one could even dare trying to foresee anything.

"What'd ya say?" He turned his head towards your direction, his body adjusting to his head gradually.

"No one is listening to me but they're believing that troublesack for a man." You fumed in one breath, you avoided eye contact with him.

He blew raspberries without sticking out his tongue, his cynical body language took over your mentality.

"Yer a real peach with yer tears n' all." A half smile on his lips, completely not interested in what you had to say. He had biases about you all along, this was only the cherry on top.

"Do you really think I didn't care about Sophia the slighest?" You asked with an ajar mouth, eyes fixated on his body as in order not to miss anything you could interpret for your own good.

His neck stretched forward once again, the glazing sun was aiming right at him, perhaps this wasn't the best time.

"I ain't yer buddy, ain't yer nothin' " He growled, his hands were gripping his weapon as he wiped his sweat with his arm.

"I sure ain't the one yea should be makin' amends ta" He hushed, turning around.

"I'm not making amends!" You declared.

Which was true, you weren't. You just hoped for to be understood and not have everyone jump into conclusions about you.

You heard him murmur "Sure sounds like it." As he was making his way through the long stubble to the van.

That night, on a chilly weather were you above the van with Dale as you were assigned to assist him during his watch.

You sat on one of the camp stools, shotgun laying between your thighs vertically. Though Dale was sitting infront of you, your eyes were fixated behind him. The long roads, the long fields.

"Hey, old man. Rick wants yea back at the house."

You flinched at Daryl's voice becoming less and less muffled as he came near the van.

"Ohh what now." You heard Dale complain under his breath as he got up.

"Heads up." Daryl warned as he threw his crossbow on top of the van while he was yet climbing the ladder.

He didn't expect to see you there. His eyes flickered across your face for a moment or so as he looked around subtly, obviously looking for Glenn with whom you were replaced to assist Dale.

"The hell?" He inquired deadly with half-lidded eyes as he straddled on the chair infront of you.

"Just don't even talk if you aren't good with words." You huffed, not even seeing him fit to make eye contact with.

He remained silent as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been getting any sleep.

"Ain't no need fer words with yer bullshit." He scoffed, resting his head on his hands, looking around just like you.

"All this time spent together and you haven't figured out what kind of a person I could be. Not even the slighest, huh?" You sighed, not rushing, taking your time with each word.

Your heart was sinking down your torso, it felt like. Your eyes were droppy, fingers at the tip of the shotgun, seeking to be occupied by anything. Anything but him.

His eyes were glued on your eyes as you weren't bothering to meet with his gaze.

You pegged him for a complex man at all times, deep down you always knew he wasn't someone easy to come terms with. You were not gonna be seen by him, not in this, not in anything.

But at that exact moment, when two of you took a minute to enjoy the calmness, quietness around you, letting your minds talk to yourselves instead of words, you dared to hope for a change.

He could change after all, you saw it with your own eyes.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

A/N: well this request had been on my asks since the beginning of this year... so i hope you still enjoy this anon!! also dumb me accidentally replied to a different request🥲🥲 so if that anon got the notification, im sorry, feel free to request whatever you want bae!!!

also i think i never wrote for season 2 daryl before huh? i hope this was satisfying, he was some constant-nagging redneck in season 1-2 but we love him

[daddydixonscrossbow]

*You’re walking through the woods with Daryl*

Y/n - *motions to a walker* I got it.

Daryl - *scoffs* “Sure y’do.” *He brings up his crossbow*

Y/n - *rolling your eyes as you walk up to the walker* “I know we just met..” *you take it down* “But you could at least have a little bit of faith in me.”

Daryl - *looks from you to the walker then back to you* “Yeah, why’s that?”

*you throw your knife, killing another walker that’s walking up behind daryl*

Y/n - “Because I just saved your life.” *you walk past Daryl, patting him on the shoulder*

Daryl - *smirking slightly as he turns to follow you*

——

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[dixonzzgirl]

dog head canons (no one asked for these)

dog is extremely protective of you, like if daryl is pretending to sneak up on you, dog will show his teeth and growl (all while his tail is going).

or if daryl is tickling you and you’re squealing, dog thinks daryl is hurting you, so he’ll start barking really loud and trying to jump in between you.

he also gets jealous when you’re giving daryl attention and vice versa. he’ll whine and cry and flip onto his back with his paws up in the air to make you look at him. He’s just full of drama.

sometimes when you sneak some of your food to dog, daryl shoots you a glare cause he’d rather you eat and have dog’s share come out of his portion.

when daryl gets back early from a run and can’t find you, dog will ask “where’s yer’ mama? hm?” and then dog will lead him straight to you.

BATH TIME !! you do the washing and daryl does the drying. he doesn’t have the patience to sit there while dog shakes off for the 10th time in a row. so that’s your job :)

when dog shakes his sopping wet coat all over you, daryl can’t hold back his laughter, causing you to splash him with a bit of water. “oh, cause i thought something was funny,” you say as daryl glares your way. 

BED HOG BED HOG BED HOG!!!!!!!

daryl finds him a nice, big dog bed on a run, but dog still prefers sleeping snuggled up to you.

he usually sleeps at the foot end of the bed, but he shoves his snout in between you two and always ends up wiggling up further and further throughout the night.

he likes to push his feet into daryl’s back while you spoon him. 

dog gets locked out of the room when you and daryl have sex because he either gets worried that daryl’s hurting you or he thinks you’re having fun without him.

he’s tried to jump up onto the bed once or twice before, so daryl now lures him out and then quickly shuts the door.

he will 100% scratch at the door and try to shove his nose underneath it to make sure you’re both still in there.

dog thinks killing rabbits, birds and squirrels is a game, so whenever daryl takes him hunting with him he’ll kill them and drop them at daryl’s feet all proud and shit. 

when dog gets the zoomies, you chase him around the house and daryl thinks its the funniest thing in the fucking world because you’ll be chasing him and then he’ll stop for a second and do the play bow and then he’ll take off again.

he’ll also jump up on the couches and launch himself off.

a/n: i’ve never seen anyone do dog head canons before, so i figured i’d do some!!

[darylbae]

daryl headcannons for when someone is the reason u get hurt

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 🩰

it would more than likely happen on a run, a run of which you weren't so eager to go on. daryl didn't protest you going on runs, he knew you could hold your own, but he knew how much you'd rather stay inside the walls of alexandria. so when you'd been forced away, scavenging for who-knows-what, you'd inevitably run into some walkers. you'd plunged your knife into the skull of one, the commotion had you surrounded by walkers, but you'd successfully fought them off and found some high ground. taking a breather and cursing whoever forced you out today, you clutched the knife to your chest before crawling back down to find the rest of the group. jeremy, a newcomer to alexandria, had accompanied you and a few others today, and had the wise idea to just make a run for it. which you had no choice but to indulge in, because you couldn't split up. a small horde had come stumbling over, and jeremy had clearly panicked, he hadn't found his feet as a fighter yet. he'd backed up, into you, knocking you off your feet and shoving you into two walkers, which you'd quickly dealt with. however you were fairly certain you'd landed on your weapon, the blade digging into your thigh. "holy shit," rosita gasped, leaning down to support you as you got to your feet, "we need to get back, don't take the knife out." "i'm so sorry," jeremy apologised, but you were too focused on your breathing to notice him. it was a long stumble back to alexandria, and you'd had to rely on rosita and laura to carry most of your weight. you were growing paler by the minute, and you felt nauseous. you'd collapsed onto one of the infirmary beds and let out a big huff. "what the hell happened?" you heard, the sweet, gruff sound of your man barging in and taking your hand. "what happened, sweetie? talk to me." his voice was softer with you, and only you. "stupid mistake. i landed on my knife." you mumbled, but your voice was too quiet for anyone to make out what you were saying. "no, this asshole pushed her into walkers." laura exclaimed, and you were too tired to fight this fight. daryl had grabbed jeremy's collar, face scrunched up in rage. "the fuck did you do that for?" rosita tried pulling daryl off, but everyone knew what he was like when it came to you. "you hurt my girl, huh? you think you can just get away with that shit?" "i'm sorry, man. i didn't mean to." daryl let go, forgetting everyone else in the room and standing beside your bed. he had a hold of your hand, whilst the knife was being pulled out. "it's okay, sweetie. i got you." you'd passed out, everyone had cleared out a while ago, but daryl remained at your bedside. you weren't out for long, just sleeping off exhaustion and pain. and daryl just watched as you slept. he loved seeing the slight pout on your lips as you slept, the occasional moan as you stirred, he could watch you like his favourite movie. "hey." you croaked, reaching for the water at your bedside but daryl beat you to it. as long as he was round, you wouldn't lift a finger. "hey," he mumbled back, "how you feeling?" "like i just got stabbed. but i handled it." you smiled proudly, and daryl couldn't help but grin, pinching your chin softly. "you fought off the walkers, huh?"

"oh, you should've seen me out there. i fought off four, took some high ground, then jeremy pushed me into two more, but i got them both just as i landed on my knife." "that's my girl." you smiled, the feeling of his calloused hands holding your cheeks, drinking in every drop of you there was to offer. "so glad you're okay." he whispered, his thumbs swiping under your eyes. "hey, you aren't getting rid of me unfortunately. i still have yet to find some rings for us." you'd been together for a while, but daryl knew. you were it for him, the world had ended but he'd found you, there was nobody else he wanted to survive with. "well we gotta keep looking then, get some sleep." he instructed you, patting your head and folding his arms. little did you know, he'd found some rings just over a week ago, he wanted to keep you distracted in search for some rings whilst he planned his own way to propose. you knew you were going to marry daryl, but he wanted there to be an element of surprise, he wanted to catch you off guard and maybe get a few tears out of you. he wanted to find the perfect time to make you his. and after seeing you hurt today, he wanted you to be his wife now, as soon as possible, to prove his devotion to you in a time where you weren't sure if you'd live to see tomorrow.

[thewalkingdilf]

just a reminder that daryl whimpers while he eats you out 🤍

you’re gripping his hair so hard, and you just smell and taste so good it’s overwhelming. he’s so hard and his head is spinning all he can do is whine and rut himself against the mattress.

[dixonsbrat]

── .✦ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ┆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ; daryl’s been away on a run for a few days and his absence had left you needy for his touch

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; established relationship, ‘thigh’ riding, female orgasm, swears, nicknames such as ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby’. no plot just sexy time with daryl.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ; 1.6k .ᐟ

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; daryl makes me so feral. that’s all.

“ya missed me that much, huh?” daryl smirks, his voice low and gruff, as he watches you shudder beneath him. his words are tantalising and his breath hot as he leans down to your ear, sending waves of tingling pleasure throughout your entire body.

the needy expression on your face, and the way you were looking up at him with your big sweet eyes only made his smirk deepen, pulling up at the corner of his mouth. he was enjoying the effect he had on you, how you’d practically squirm, and the way you were reacting so well to him and his touch. he could see just how badly you were craving him, and he already knew that he had you wound tightly around his finger.

he slowly began to trail kisses up and down your neck, his lips grazing your skin at a torturous pace, pulling smalls gasps from you with each one as they send a rush of heat right to your core. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, and the way he was slowly teasing you was driving you insane.

“always miss you when you’re gone,” you exhale, your voice barely a whisper.

you hum against the feeling of his lips travelling further along your collarbones and shoulders, his hands resting on your hips, holding you in place as he continues to explore your body. with each and every kiss he presses along your sensitive skin, he could feel your breathing becoming heavier.

“’m here now,” he murmurs against your skin, a hint of satisfaction in his tone as he brings his knee up between your legs, the hard denim of his jeans pressing against your core. your breath hitches in response, the movement sending a shiver down your spine. “gonna give ya what ya need, sweetheart.”

a small whimper falls from your lips as your body involuntarily arches against him, causing daryl to let out a low chuckle. he shifts a bit, pressing kid knee a bit harder, his hands moving up your sides, grabbing and roaming across the plush skin.

“such a needy lil thing, ain’t ya?” he muses, his words vibrating against your skin and you squirm against him, desperate for more friction. "that feel good, sweetheart?"

"uh huh," you moan, your breathing picking up in pace as your hips slowly begin to roll against him. you had been craving his touch since the moment he left a few days ago, and it wasn't until now that you realised just how badly you needed him. how badly you needed his touch.

his fingers dig into your hips, his grip tight and firm as he continues to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. he can sense the need in your movements, the way your hips grind against his knee. “look at ya, so desperate for me.”

daryl’s knee continues to press between your legs, rubbing against you, and the sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, the wetness of your arousal soaking through your shorts, your breaths turning into soft moans as you rock your hips against him, desperately seeking some kind of release.

the need in your moans is evident as your hands grip the bed sheets, “can’t help it, feels s’good.”

“s’okay, sweetheart, take what ya need,” he hums, his voice deep and rough. the sounds you were making, combined with the feeling of your body pressed against him, has his own desire growing in the front of his jeans.

he can feel the dampness against his knee, your arousal soaking through the denim against his own skin and it drives him wild, but he loves the desperation in your voice too much to give you what you want yet.

his hands slide up your sides, pushing the fabric of your shirt up until he can feel your naked skin under his calloused fingers, slowly exposing more and more of you to him, “been thinkin’ ‘bout this for days, thinkin’ bout ya and yer pretty lil sounds.”

“yeah? you missed me too, baby?” you pant, your hands reaching up to run through his hair, gripping onto the long locks as he moves his kisses back down to your bare chest now.

he grunts in affirmation, his tongue darting out to lap at the soft skin of your breasts, circling your pebbled nipples with his tongue as his icy blue eyes look up at you, “course i did. ya really think i was tryna rush back for any reason other than ya?”

your heart pangs with adoration, your eyes softening and brows upturning as you take in his words, and you gently pull him back up the bed to meet him in a deep kiss.

he lets out a surprised growl as he returns your kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and moving against yours effortlessly. your pants and ragged breaths become more consistent as his hips press against yours now, positioning himself between your legs as his knee still provides delicious friction against your core. he rocks forward, craving it just as much now and with each press of his lips, you can feel his restraint starting to falter.

daryl breaks the kiss as he leans his head against your shoulder, his breathing laboured as he takes a moment to collect himself. he can feel himself growing harder by the second, the sight of you beneath him, your bare chest rising and falling with each heaving breath sending sparks of desire through his body.

he lets out another low growl as he finally speaks, “need ya, baby. ain’t gonna last much longer.”

you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips as you look at him with a playful look in your eyes, “who’s the needy one now?”

his eyes darkened and narrowed at your smartass taunt. a low grumble escaped his throat as he pushed his knee forward purposefully, applying extra pressure and pulling a breathy yelp of pleasure from your lips, “careful, sweetheart, or i’ll have ta hold off ‘til yer beggin’ for me.”

your smirk falters immediately as he continues to push his knee harder against you, the need in your eyes only multiplying, “m’sorry,” you pant, your head pushing further into the pillows beneath you as the pressure from his knee dares to push you over the edge.

grinning at your immediate reaction, he leans down close to your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. “tha’s more like it.” he relishes in the sight of you, so close to the edge, knowing that you were just one push away from completely unravelling before him.

you couldn't handle it anymore, the pleasure that was building within you close to it's breaking point as the coil growing in your stomach dared to snap. your mouth falls open, hands gripping onto daryl's arms as you feel your high vastly approaching. you couldn't speak, couldn’t form a coherent word — the only sounds falling from your lips were desperate pants of anticipation and the insatiable moans that followed.

daryl’s knee continues to move against you, applying the friction you so desperately craved, and he can tell by the way your body starts to tremble beneath him that you were almost at your ends meet. he no longer cared about his own pleasure and desire, shoving it away to focus on just you. “tha’s it, sweetheart. don’ hold back.”

his voice was rough, breathless, as he kept up the rhythm with his knee, watching you writhe closer and closer to the edge. his hands ran lightly along your bare skin, seeking to ground you in that moment — to anchor you in that wave of pleasure.

“let go, baby, i gotcha." he meets your gaze, giving you the safety and reassurance you needed to finally let yourself fall over the edge.

you pull him back down to meet you in a hungry kiss at the same time the coil in your stomach finally snaps. he feels your body tense as you come undone and he eases the pressure of his knee, gently helping you through the waves of pleasure that rock through your body.

he captures your moans with his mouth, his tongue meeting yours effortlessly as he takes your pleasure as his own. he savors the taste of your lips, the way you pant breathlessly against him, completely lost in the aftermath of your high.

breaking the kiss, he pulls away to look at you, his eyes dark with want and desire. “atta girl,” he praises, his thumb gently brushing across the heat of your cheeks, and then presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

you relish in the comforting gesture as you ride out the last of your orgasm, letting yourself sink into him as you take your time catching your breath and coming back down to reality. you were completely spent, and breathless, but as daryl shifts to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, you knew you were right where you were supposed to be.

he gently nuzzled his face into you, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead as his hand ran up and down your back, tracing lazy circles over your skin, “yer definitely the needy one,” he murmurs, his voice soft and comforting in the quiet of the room, and yet, you felt no need to retaliate, but rather content and satisfied.

[grimeswife]

casserole. rick grimes.

rick grimes x sweet!reader, naive, sweet, housewife coded reader. perv coded rick.

summary: reader brings rick a casserole as a house warming gift. fluff + suggestive content.

a/n : hi, my first post on this account, i hope you like it! obsessed with rick grimes when he gets to alexandria. thinking about sweet reader who comes and greets him with food. I've never written for him before so please be kind. comments and reblogs are highly appreciated.

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“knock-knock!” you say in a sing-song voice, as your hands are full with a casserole dish. it wasn't much but you had to bring something for the new neighbors.

rick opened the door and is met sith the sweet sight of you, just a little thing in the cutest, pink little dress and a casserole for him and his family. he tries to ignore the feeling of it going straight to his cock.

“hi! i just wanted to say hi and bring you this! a nice warm meal for the new neighbors.” your sunny disposition is something that rick missed about the old world. his lips stretched into a lazy smirk as he takes the dish from you. you introduce yourself.

“i appreciate it, I can't remember the last time i had a warm meal,” he laughed bitterly.

“well, I'll cook for you anytime you want, i love cooking.” your mouth speaks a little faster than your brain, your cheeks warming at your burst of information. rick’s eyes squinted as he tried to hold back from kissing you right here and now. being touch starved started taking a toll on the older man.

“i’ll hold you to that, doll.” he winked, as he lef you back to the door. if he didn't get you out of here, he was truly done for.

“goodnight, rick. let me know how y'all liked the casserole.” you smiled brightly, leaning on your toes you pressed a kiss to his cheek before hurrying home.