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ddixons-angel · 4 years ago

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A Great Team

Requested by Anonymous and @coralscanvas

I hope you don’t mind that I combined these requests since there was an overlap in the prompts and I found a way to incorporate the scenes you wanted together so I hope you like it! Also, I’m sorry this took super duper long!! Please let me know what you thought on it! ^^

Prompts: 12. “Please stop poking me.” & 14. “We work great together! I’m like Batman and you’re my Robin!” & 15. “You’re being ridiculous, how hard can this be?” & 17. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you spoke Walker!” & 19. “Nope, sorry, I don’t speak bullshit.” & 22. “I never knew I mattered this much to you.”

Pre-Season 4; Prison Era

Sarcastic and funny Reader goes on a run with Daryl; she likes to bug him and make him laugh but while on the run, she ends up hurt.

Going on supply runs was not a new thing at the end of the world, it was a need to survive. It just proved to be more difficult as more time went by since places would be already raided. Outside your community was always dangerous, whether it be the walkers that roamed aimlessly or people who just wanted what you had. You knew this when you resided in Woodbury, and it all still proved to be true when you got to the prison after the Governor had abandoned the place.

You had made yourself a very important part of the prison, always trying to help out either with being on watch or going on runs. You knew you didn’t have to, but you wanted to help these people. You knew they weren’t bad people just because you were on the opposite side of the battlefield, they were just protecting their home, their people; and those people also became your people. You believed that just because someone didn’t seem like a good person, didn’t always mean they weren’t a good person. That proved to be true since you had become good friends with Merle Dixon.

As you were the librarian back in Woodbury, you had just surrounded yourself with books, mainly comics, and surprisingly, Merle would join you every once in a while since he liked your personality. Or rather, he liked how you didn’t take shit from people and never let anyone get their way with you. He’d amuse himself with conversations with you, bickering about everything and anything, but that was just harmless banter. He enjoyed your humorous remarks and sarcastic retorts to whatever he had to say.

“Oh, my brother woulda loved you,” you would always hear Merle say, and when you first met him, you told yourself that Merle was just bullshitting you.

Daryl Dixon didn’t seem like the type of person who trusted or “loved” anyone, at least not when you first met him. He was always quiet and to himself, never looking anyone straight in the eye unless they were from his original group. You didn’t plan to try to get to know the man or even have any kind of conversation with him until you learned from Michonne what happened to Merle. He was killed by the Governor. He was your friend and he died; that hurt you more than you thought it ever would. However, you knew that whatever pain you were going through, it would never compare to how Daryl would be feeling and so you take it upon yourself to talk to him and make sure he was okay.

At first it was hard to get Daryl to talk to you, he brushed you off, told you to leave him alone, and of course, he snapped at you when you mentioned his brother. That didn’t scare you away though, if Merle wasn’t able to scare you away, there was no chance Daryl could. You kept trying to get him to open up, using the same kinds of jokes Merle used to laugh at. You thought that since they were brothers, they would have the same humor. As it turns out, you were right. It didn’t show immediately at first, but Daryl was slowly opening up to you as you kept trying to make him laugh with silly jokes. The man barely ever smiled around you, and so the first time he did, the beautiful smile changed everything for you.

That smile was why you were out in the woods now, walking alongside Daryl after hiding his bike away in a shroud of bushes. He wanted to go on a run alone, bring back food for the many mouths at the prison, but you weren’t having it. After spending close to everyday with Daryl, you found that you’d already fallen for him. You didn’t want him out in the woods alone no matter how well you knew that he could handle his own.

“What the hell ‘re ya doin’...?” Daryl says as he glances at you.

“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, I might as well make a new friend,” you say, holding up the rock you’d picked up from the ground, “meet Rocky.”

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks quicker. You eye him when he doesn’t respond to your joke, jogging to catch up with him again. The two of you had been walking for over twenty minutes but Daryl had barely said a word to you, not even his infamous grunts.

“Please stop pokin’ me,” Daryl says after a few minutes; you’d been poking his arm for a a while.

“Oh, he speaks!” you say sarcastically, earning you another scoff.

“How d’ya expect us to catch anythin’ if ya keep talkin’? Scarin’ away any game.” Daryl mutters.

“Do you really expect me to believe that that’s why you’re not talking to me?” you call him out, “we’ve caught a deer and then some and I’ve been so much louder, you too.”

“Yeah, we coulda caught more too if ya jus’ shut up,” Daryl retorts.

“What’s wrong, Daryl? Seriously,” you say, stopping in your tracks while Daryl only stops to look at you when he realizes you aren’t walking with him anymore, “Don’t think I can’t tell when something’s bothering you, now tell me.”

“Ain’ nothin’ botherin’ me, now le’s jus’ go.” Daryl says, turning around to walk again.

You sigh at this, “yeah... nope, sorry I don’t speak bullshit.”

You jog up to catch up to him again and you’re about to speak when he puts his hand up to stop you, and you don’t have to ask why. The next thing you two heard was snarling from all around you. Without a second thought, the two of you make a run for it. From the sounds of it, there were too many walkers to fight. You run for a while until Daryl deems it clear.

“Ya know...” Daryl starts, panting from all the running, “they only knew where we were... ‘cause ya kept blabbin’.”

You eye him, still panting, “oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you spoke Walker!”

“I don’t, jus’ pointin’ out the obvious,” Daryl grumbles, he then looks up at the sky, “it’s gettin’ late, should find a place to make camp.”

You sigh and nod, deciding not to fight him on the issue or who’s fault it was that you two nearly got caught in a herd of walkers. Daryl had collected wood for a fire while you tied up a string with cans as your alert system around your temporary camp. After Daryl had returned with enough wood for a small campfire, he was now trying to get it to light. However, he seemed to be having some trouble since the pile of wood did not seem to be lighting.

“Dammit!” Daryl says in frustration, throwing the sticks he had in his hand back into the pile of wood.

You have to stop yourself from chuckling at his reaction since you knew he was frustrated, “here, let me try.”

“Nah, ya won’t get it,” Daryl says, picking up another two sticks to try again, “ain’ as easy as it looks.”

You roll your eyes at him and take the sticks from him, “you’re being ridiculous, how hard can this be?”

Daryl huffs but lets you try to light the fire. You furrow your brows together when it doesn’t seem to be working. You pick up a bigger piece of wood and ask Daryl to help you hold it while you rub another stick on it. You break into a grin when you finally see a bit of smoke rising from the wood and then a small flame.

“See? Wasn’t hard at all,” you say proudly, leaning back and smiling at him.

“Yeah, ya jus’ needed my help,” Daryl says, the smallest of smirks on his lips but you’re happy to see it.

“Hmm... I guess, yeah, we do make a pretty great team.” you say, a cheeky grin on your face, “We work great together! I’m like Batman... and you’re my Robin!”

Daryl gawks at you after registering your words, and something changes in him, “you’re wrong on that...”

You notice this change in his tone, it worries you, it even scares you slightly, but you try to brush it off and joke with him like you always do, “wrong about... you being Robin?”

“Nah... ‘bout us bein’ a great team... we ain’t.” Daryl says, looking away from you.

“What?” you frown, that was not what you expected to hear at all.

“You’re too damn loud... always talkin’... makin’ everythin’ a joke, like everythin’s jus’ a big game... ya don’ take anythin’ seriously...” Daryl says, and every word is like an arrow to your heart.

“So I was what’s bothering you, is that it?” you scoff, trying to keep the tears that welled up in your eyes from falling, “well, why the hell didn’t you just say so?”

“Told ya I didn’ want ya out here...” Daryl mutters, his eyes avoiding yours.

You let out a shaky sigh as you stare at him in disbelief. You wanted to get up and go, run away from him if he had a problem with you, but you knew you couldn’t. It was getting late, you’d already set up a camp and if you left now, Daryl would chase you down. Regardless of what he said, he’d never let you go out in the middle of the woods in the dark, that just wasn’t him. So, you just stay put. Without saying anything else, you lie down and turn so that you’re back is to him. You were upset at what he said, pissed off, but mostly hurt. He completely brushed off the fact that you two fought side by side like the perfect duo, you two were a great team, you always had each other’s backs. You’d both saved each other’s lives countless times, but apparently that didn’t matter to Daryl since all you did was joke around.

The hurt and anger you felt for Daryl lingered until the morning and you were sure he knew it as well since neither of you said anything to each other as you packed up your things. You two walk along a road you’d found in silence, keeping an eye out for any animals or places you could search. You weren’t walking alongside Daryl though, you were a few steps ahead of him while he stayed back. He definitely sensed that you were pissed at him so he seemed to play it safe and give you some distance.

“Hey,” Daryl calls out, making you turn around to face him.

Your face told him that you were still going to ignore him but he seems to brush it off as he gestures over to the side. You look in that direction and furrow your brows. There was a building, it looked to be a store of some sort. The two of you look at each other then go towards the building without another word. You slow your steps once you’re closer to the building, you have your gun raised and ready to fire as Daryl taps on the window to call out any walkers that were inside.

“Seems clear,” Daryl says after a few minutes of silence.

You nod; you were still persistent on not saying a single word to him. Daryl realizes this as well as he sighs then goes over to pull open the door to the store. This wasn’t your first run together so you knew the protocol. It was no surprise that the shelves of the store were empty and had all been ransacked by whoever had come before you.

“Place has been wiped clean,” Daryl says as he makes his way back to you.

You nod but then your eyes land on a door with a sign that read ‘Storage’. You walk towards it; if the store was empty, there was still a chance that the storage room might still have supplies. It was a long shot but the people who ran through here might not have thought to go through the storage room.

“Hey, wait a second!” Daryl calls out but you had already listened to your instinct and opened the door.

That was the wrong move.

“Shit!” you cry out, backing up as walkers flooded out of the storage room.

You feel Daryl’s hand on your arm, pulling you away from the bloodthirsty herd as you shoot at them with your handgun. Daryl grunts as he yanks you away, making sure that you were behind him.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” Daryl shouts at you while he shoots at the herd with his crossbow, “get outta here, I’ll hold’em off!”

“No!” you shout back, “I’m not leaving you here, we go together!”

No matter how mad or upset you were at him, you were never going to leave Daryl behind. You analyze your current situation: walkers were flooding out of the storage room and were blocking your way from the closest exit. You needed to block off the walkers so that you could make it out of the store without them following behind you. You knew where Daryl’s bike was but you needed to make your way back to it without leading the herd back.

“The hell are ya waitin’ for?! I said go!” Daryl yells, frantic.

He’d already strapped his crossbow back on his shoulder and pulled out his knives to kill the walkers. You look at the shelves of the store and realise that they weren’t connected to the ground. You could push them. That’s how you would block the herd and get the both of you out of there. Without another word, you dash away towards one of the nearest shelves. You push the shelf towards the herd, thankfully it was light enough since it was empty. Daryl shouts at you disapprovingly when he sees that you haven’t left but once he realizes what you were doing, he rushes to the next shelf to do the same. Soon enough, you two had made a barricade of shelves between you and the walkers.

“Pretty good idea,” Daryl says, a small smirk on his face; you assumed he was trying to win your forgiveness with compliments.

“Of course it was, it was my idea.” you say without looking at him.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” he says as he leads the way out.

You nod with a sigh then when you’re about to turn to follow him, an arrow on the ground near the shelves catches your eye. You decide to go and pick it up since you needed all of your resources even if Daryl could make his own anytime he wanted to. Once your hand touches the arrow, you notice the shelf in front of you moving, about to tip over. You gasp in surprise and try to dash out of the falling shelf but cry out in pain when you feel a crushing pain on your ankle. You’d almost made it, but your ankle had got caught under the shelf.

“Y/N!” you hear Daryl shout as he runs towards you.

There was another layer of shelves between you and the walkers so that gave Daryl enough clearance to lift the shelf up so you could get free. Without speaking, he picks you up bridal style and runs out of the store with you and if you weren’t in pain from your probably broken ankle, you’d be blushing since you were in Daryl’s arms.

The store wasn’t too far from where you and Daryl had left his bike so he was able to carry you there within the hour. You had tried to get Daryl to put you down but after his piercing glare at you, you decided to let him do what he wanted. He was angry at you, although you didn’t know why; you were the one who was hurt, afterall.

“You want to tell me why you’re mad at me?” you ask him once he seats you on his bike.

Daryl was crouched down, looking at your ankle to determine the damage. He doesn’t look up at you though, he doesn’t respond to your question either. You frown at him as he just completely ignores you, as if you hadn’t even spoken.

“Hello? Earth to Daryl?” you call out, then you huff in frustration, “I’m the one who’s hurt, okay?! If anyone should be mad, it’s me! At least tell me what the hell I did-”

“I told ya to go!” Daryl snaps at you, “I told ya to leave, to get outta that damn place! But ya never listen! Ya stayed wit’ me... came up with tha’ damn plan an’ tha’s how ya got hurt!”

“If I didn’t stay... I didn’t do what I did, you would have become part of that herd!” you shout back at him.

“Then ya let me!” he yells, his body shaking as if he’s about to break down, “ya don’t come back for me... ya don’t go outta yer way to save me... not you... I can’t lose you too...”

Your heart breaks at his words. You finally realize why he got so worked up, why he never wanted you to go on runs with him, why he seemed so cold after you hurt your ankle. He didn’t want to lose anyone else, more specifically, he didn’t want to lose you. The thought of losing you destroyed him and this was written all over his face.

“I’m sorry...” you say, reaching out to pull him towards you, “I’m sorry... I should have been more careful.”

You let Daryl cry in your embrace. You don’t remember ever seeing him cry, not even when you tried to talk to him about Merle. You figured this was a good time to let him let out all of his emotions that had been pent up. Daryl pulls away from you after a few minutes, you thought he would be embarrassed that he had cried to you but to your surprise, he was looking into your eyes.

“Can ya promise me somethin’?” Daryl starts, his voice soft, “can ya stop goin’ on runs?”

“Why?” you ask, although you were sure you knew the answer.

“‘Cause you’re a part o’ me I don’ wanna lose.” Daryl says.

This man just keeps on surprising you, from his actions to his words. Your heart flutters and you smile at him.

“I never knew I mattered this much to you,” you say.

You aren’t able to control yourself when you lean in to kiss his lips gently. You feel Daryl freeze momentarily at your actions and you pull away, afraid that you may have upset him with your boldness.

“Sorry...” you whisper, “sorry I...”

“‘Ts okay,” he says with a faint smile, “‘m gonna take that as ya sayin’ yes though, to my promise.”

You chuckle then bat your eyelashes at him, “then... can I say it one more time?”

Daryl scoffs playfully, “later, we should head back, let Hershel take a look at yer ankle.”

“Okay,” you say with a smile.

You scoot back on the bike and Daryl gets on in front of you. Although the run didn’t go as smoothly or as planned, things were even better than you imagined. You knew that Daryl would have to go on more runs in the very near future, but knowing how much you affected him now, you were sure you could convince him not go alone anymore. Either that or you could just threaten him that you’d follow him out if he ever went out alone.

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I hope you all enjoyed this! Please let me know what you think, especially of the super long intro, that seems to be my thing now xD

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flowerpot101 · 6 years ago

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Soft Touch

Clark Kent x Plus Size!Reader

Request: I don't know if you do plus size readers but if you do I'd love one with Clark Kent. Cause like I can be nervous I'll hurt someone by sitting on their lap or being on top when we have sex but he's fucking Superman so like I wouldn't have to worry. I think it could be really fluffy. As long as you're down to write it of course. I completely understand if not as not everyone writes for plus size or is comfortable doing so. Even if not I hope you have a lovely day! <3 Glad to see you back!!

Word Count: 1468

Warnings: Smut, 18+

The blanket was wrapped around her in a secure manner, it was a cold autumn night and she had the fireplace going to give some warmth to the dark apartment. Her head rested on the side of the couch as she was curled up with her legs tucked beneath her, Y/n was waiting and the only way she knew for the time to go by faster was to watch TV. She would have read a book, but the ones she had, were old and had already been read. Her eyes were starting to get heavy, everything was so calm and peaceful, it was starting to lull her to sleep, but in an instant she had perked up, looking towards the apartment’s door as the sound of keys jingling could be heard from where she sat. A Cheshire smile spread across her face, with her eyes sparkling as she watched Clark walk through the door with groceries in his hands.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long.”

Clark smiled when he heard her soft voice, looking towards her, his deep sultry voice drafted through the room when he said, “We can’t always eat take out.” Both let out small laughs as she stood up from the couch, leaving the blanket behind as she followed behind him to the kitchen.

Pulling the groceries from the bags, her and Clark began to put things away while leaving out the things they’ll need to make a home cooked meal. They worked in silence as they moved about the kitchen, setting everything up to start cooking. It had taken an hour and a half to finish dinner, as Clark would stop from time to time to press gentle kisses to her cheeks or to wrap his arms around her, causing her to stop from what she was doing over the cutting board. Dishing up their food into bowls, they went and sat at the table. And as they ate, they talked about their days and how they went, and Y/n most importantly asked if Clark had to be superman for the day.

There were days where Clark didn’t have to play hero and those days always seemed to be special, for if Clark had to play hero at any given time in the day, it meant he had to go over to Wayne manor till late in the night to give his report. Sometimes, Clark would get groceries and cook dinner with Y/n before he went off, which was always lovely, but the moment wouldn’t last when he had to go off again.

And after dinner was over, her and Clark both worked on getting the dishes into the dishwasher. Once everything was cleaned, both went to go lay on the couch. With her head laying on top of Clark’s chest while his arms wrapped around her, Clark clicked through the channels until something of interest turned on. It was like that for an hour, before Y/n began to get restless, they were watching some comedy special that was actually decently funny causing them both to laugh. Y/n turned her head more into Clark’s chest, pressing her lips into his chest before looking up at him, watching as his eyes crinkled and a laugh fell from his lips while the TV’s light flickered across his face. All she could think of was how lucky she was to be with a guy like Clark, he didn’t make her loath herself or think of herself low manners anymore, Clark made her love the way she was. He always stood by her side, no matter how many people whispered and stared. He was even the one to stand up against her friends when she wasn’t around and they had spoken lowly of their relationship. It may sound like a cliche, but Clark gave her the confidence she never had along with the love she never thought she would ever get to feel.

Tonight, Y/n actually felt good, no self doubts had filled her mind. There were nights where she hated herself and her body, but Clark was there when she needed him the most. The insecurities got the best of her sometimes, but they didn’t fill her thoughts tonight. The only thing that filled her thoughts were Clark as she watched him, until he looked down at her with a soft smile before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

Their lips moved together before Clark started to sit up, pulling Y/n into his lap. She adjusted herself as her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved down her body, caressing her soft skin. Y/n tugged at the bottom of his shirt, both pulling away, he quickly flung it across the room, before smoothly wrapping his arms around her in a warm and tight embrace. Her hips rocked against his growing erection, she could feel Clark slowly work on pulling her shirt off and with some hesitance, she let him. Her tits were already out with her not wearing a bra and he was quick to move his mouth down to press soft pecks against her skin. Her hands went to entangle into his hair, tugging at the ends as the pleasure increased between them. Clark was oozing calmness as they worked on marking each other’s bodies with love bites.

Pulling away for a moment, Clark quickly ripped away her shorts and panties she had been wearing. His thick fingers found their way to down to her core, circling around her clit as they worked at freeing Clark’s dick from underneath his pants. Two fingers entered her core, going in a figure eight motion as she gripped his cock, slowly moving her hand up and down his shaft. Pulling his fingers out of her dripping core and sucking all the juices that coated them, his arms then wrapped around her, pulling her roughly to him as their lips meant. Her hand dropped from around his cock as he gripped it himself and teased her entrance before swiftly entering her as she slid down onto his thick cock. Her hands were wrapped around his neck in a tight embrace as he thrusts upwards into her. His hands came up to cup the side of her face as their lips moved together before he moved his hands down to grip her plush hips.

Y/n was moving up and down his cock, meeting his thrusts causing her head to lull back in pleasure, his lips moving to suck the skin of her neck, leaving dark marks behind. Her head came down to rest against his shoulder as they moved together in sync, both trailing after their highs. Her walls were clutching around him, causing Clark’s cock to twitch inside of her, causing her to let out soft moans of pleasure. Leaning back slightly and pulling Y/n along, he quickly adjusted them so he could thrust into her faster and harder. Her hands slapped against his chest with her head flying back at the power behind Clark’s thrust. She could hear Clark groan every time her walls fluttered around his cock and she could feel it pulse inside of her. Her eyes were closed shut as her arms wrapped around him tightly once again as she felt her release coming. The sensation was bubbling and bubbling until it just snapped, causing her body to quiver and walls to tighten around Clark. He kept at the pace he had set, causing an over-stimulation sensation to run through her body. Clark’s thrusts became erratic, and his grip tighten around her hips until his warm seed spilled inside of her, causing them both to moan out at the sensation.

Their breaths were ragged as Y/n laid on top of Clark while his hands came to caress her back. Clark pressed his lips to the side of her head, with one of his hands coming to caress the back of head, his voice gently whispering into her ear, “You are perfect. You are beautiful. And most importantly, I love you Y/n L/n.”

Y/n let out a giggle as she moved her head to gently look up at Clark, love and adoration sparking in her eyes, “I love you too, Clark Kent.” She whispered before leaning forward to press a loving kiss to his lips.

For a few moments, they laid in their nakedness within each other's arms, before Clark adjusted Y/n and lifted her up, causing her to let out a small squeal from the surprise of him picking her up. Clark carried her into their bedroom, laying her on the bed, he went to the bathroom and she could hear the water starting to run, indicating the night isn’t over just yet.

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